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Weekly Updates

2023.06.08 23:58 r_c_m_c Weekly Updates

Hey all, wanted to post for 2 reasons: to provide a record of my weekly updates on this WOE for my own accountability, and to give information to the community about what is working for me and what isn't. I am willing to discuss anything mentioned below in greater detail.
Background: American, 34F, 5'4, SW 212 (bra size 36DD (it's a little small tbh), men's Levi's size 38x30). I have tried this diet in the past but was never really strict enough...I still included things like salsa, avocadoes, condiments, hard alcohol, and way too much cheese. This time around, I'm a lot more committed to the pure basics and not so interested in finding ways to softly cheat. Part of the reason for this is also to address what I feel is a growing problem with alcohol (regularly consuming 6+ drinks per day). I have a high stress job and have been moderately depressed/anxious but unmedicated since my teen years. I recently went through the ending of an 8-year relationship as well and a move. I smoke cigarettes rarely and cannabis even more rarely, but they are both on the table for me still. Beyond weight, mental health, and alcohol abuse (my primary concerns), I hope to address stubborn acne, reactivity to poison oak and sunburn, knee and shoulder pain from old injuries, and menstrual symptoms. I currently supplement with a women's multivitamin, lysine, and krill oil...whether I continue these after I run out remains to be seen. I am not on hormonal birth control or any rx meds.
Week 1 (June 1-7): Meals consisted mostly of 80/20 ground beef, with pork sausage, bear sausage, linguica, ribeye steaks, bacon, butter, smoked salmon, cream cheese, turkey breast, and a few eggs mixed in. The first day I tried dousing everything in my normal serving of hot sauce, which was a big mistake as I found out that night and the next morning. Since then I have just used salt, pepper, and garlic powder if I feel like it. I have been decreasing the salt over my normal amount. I eat once or twice a day, so far it has been somewhere between 1-2# of meat total (not much of a measurer).
I have noticed my sleep is better in some aspects and a lot worse in others. When I was drinking, I would fall asleep easier, but wake up with heartburn, anxiety, a headache, or some combination of hangover symptoms. I do not have any heartburn anymore after the first couple days, but I wake up every hour or so and have a much harder time falling asleep. I think this could be attributed to more than just dietary changes.
I have also noticed my mood is much more stable, notably, I am not as sad. I still feel stress and anger at times, but I don't wake up with a pit of dread and I feel less "hopeless." In fact, I had the motivation to attend a yoga class for the first time in years. The caveat with this is, I live in a rainy/foggy coastal climate, and my mood generally improves around the start of summer.
I have not had any alcohol since starting. I have been drinking a LOT of LaCroix and just plain water, as well as drip coffee, espresso, and green tea (all straight, no milk of any kind). This has certainly been challenging, but I feel that combining my carb and alcohol cravings and addressing them together has so far proven more effective than trying to separate them. I have tried to stop or cut back on drinking many, many times and have not had what I would consider success for many years. The interesting thing is, I'm not experiencing crazy sugar cravings like I have in the past with quitting drinking. I may also cut back on coffee as I don't feel as sluggish in the morning once I actually get out of bed.
I have lost 7# and some pants I couldn't even get on last week now button up easily. The fat roll on my back is almost gone, and my face looks better (acne is still there, I attribute that to stress and the detox from drinking). My overall body comp has always tended to be a bit musculadense.
This next week (June 8-14), I plan to introduce 48-72 hour fasts in the mix, mostly over weekends when my stress and activity levels are a bit lower. I attempted a 24-hr fast around day 4, and found that I was just so stressed out from work that I couldn't possibly bear the additional stress of not eating. I am trying to get back in tune with my body, I have neglected it for a long time and even put on the weight as a subconscious protection measure...a different topic. I also plan to reintroduce a light weightlifting regimen, I've lifted on and off since my teen athlete days. I might attempt a run or long bike ride as well. I plan to eat more ground beef, as well as bacon, elk steaks, ground bear, pork steaks, and smoked salmon or canned sardines. I think I might try the "gallon of water a day" thing and see how that goes.
The main takeways this week: greatly increased mood and outlook, more optimism rather than pessimism, no heartburn, better digestion, and better mornings.

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2023.06.08 23:52 WorkingIngenuity9605 Should I switch from Data Science to Accounting?

TLDR: I, like many others, am not happy with my new career. I worked 1 year as a Data Scientist and gained near zero experience. I’ve grown to heavily dislike the tech/IT field. I can’t keep up with the skills and technologies. I am not technical enough nor do I care to keep up. I’ve contemplated going back to school for accounting. Should I make the switch to accounting and get out of tech/IT roles?
This post is partly a rant. I know my dilemma is not unique. I’ve read plenty of other Reddit posts and comments about career dissatisfaction and career indecision. I still feel lost, hopeless, and empty about my career path and it aggravates my anxiety and depression, which is not an uncommon experience. I also know I’m still young and I’m only at the start of my journey, but not knowing makes me scared.
I earned my Math degree in early 2022. My first job was supposed to be a Data Scienctist role, but I did nothing Data Science related. I was at a very well-known government contracting firm. My managers only cared that I find billable work. They placed me on a software development team to keep me afloat- it was not a good fit. In between taking Udemy courses (to up my data science skills) and applying internally for roles to be turned down, I lost my enthusiasm/interest in data science.
Currently, I’m a contractor for a Cyber Security team. A friend of the family said their team needed help for a few months and they could use my data skills. At the moment I feel like an imposter. I know nothing about IT or cybersecurity. As I learn more about cybersecurity and its processes, the more I learn that I don’t care for this. I am definitely underqualified knowledge-wise. I could go back to school for cybersecurity, but I have not a lick of interest in this field. Also, using Excel is not really data science.
What really rubs me wrong, is that no one takes the time to really train and mentor anymore. Everyone expects you to hit the ground running these days. I feel like work gets thrown at me, then my supervisors run off to their meetings all day. Part of it is my fault, I hesitate to ask questions because I really don’t know what to ask. When I do ask questions (I make sure I have questions ready for scheduled meetings), I get roundabout answers from my supervisors. I never had these issues during my research internships or when I slinging donuts and coffee.
I feel discouraged to continue to work. It’s affecting my current productivity because I rather procrastinate and do the bare minimum to get by. I never had this issue when I served coffee and donuts for minimum wage.
I took a bunch of career aptitude tests- one of the results I am interested in is accounting. I would have to go back to school and I am open to it. My local community college has a 51-credit financial accounting certificate program for bachelor's degree holders. The program is supposed to prepare me for the CPA exams.
How would I even start my career switch? What are entry-level roles in accounting? Should I even bother? Should I just stick to data science/analysis? I just don’t want to make a mistake and waste my time.
I apologize for any typos or grammatical errors.

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2023.06.08 23:51 WorkingIngenuity9605 Should I switch from Data Science to Accounting?

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2023.06.08 23:48 WorkingIngenuity9605 Should I switch from Data Science to Accounting?

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2023.06.08 23:46 ProbablyDK She's not well, but it's not okay.

Oh boy. Warning. This is long but this is also a long time coming, and I don't blame anyone reading for not believing someone can be so cruel to their own family but... here's the true story of my MIL from hell.
About seven years ago my Mrs, Alice (36F), and I (35M) rekindled a love lost in our teens, it was awesome and so easy. She had been engaged to some jerk for years and it fizzled out, he left her with a shit ton of debt and ended up costing her thousands.
Anyway, she moves back home to do some soul searching and I come moonwalking onto the scene.
Immediately Alice leaks all the details of her parents private discussions with her, she lets me know her parents consider me a rebound thing and dislike my lack of higher education and choice of profession, give us a couple months tops. Pretty fucking mean stuff, but I had no idea how bad it would one day become.
Three years later we move in together.
So we have our first big fight, Alice declares she actually has a problem with my lack of higher education too and I take it badly, we don't talk for two days and I come home from a twelve hour shift to find a note on my fridge.
It read like a lawyer had written it and I immediately knew it wasnt from Alice. In the note I was threatened with impending homelessness and promised that in the coming days the police would be called and told the car I drive has been stolen by me. This is due to the fact that the car's finance was in Alice's name.
I immediately drove to MIL's house and was told to leave. I drove home and expected Alice to return with intent to move out. She didn't. She apologised over and over, and I accepted her apology. She explained her mother had taken control of the situation and written the note, she didn't want things to end.
Fast forward a year or so. I'm enrolled in community college, with intent to go to University and we're home from the hospital with my newborn son, Archie. MIL has invited herself over to 'help us' for the first week of him being there; first day comes and goes and Ive done all the cooking and cleaning, MIL parks herself on the sofa and hasn't moved.
Second day and Alice asks if I'd be willing to give Archie a bath (against doctors orders) and I agree. Alice then asks my MIL to help me, I'm still on cloud 9 from the birth so idgaf and I agree.
We head upstairs and I run a shallow, warm bath for my son, part ways in and he pees during the bath, my first reaction is to leave the room to grab a towel from the bathroom, before I do I physically move my MIL's hand onto my son's leg and say "watch him, I need a towel".
I grab a towel in less than five seconds I'm back with my son. We wrap him up and she takes him back down whilst I happily tidy.
On my way back downstairs I pass my MIL who tells me she is off to bed. When I arrive in the lounge Alice is holding Archie in floods of tears. "My mum said you left him alone in the bath, he could've drowned!"
Fuck this noise.
I blow a fuse. I agressively shout for my MIL to get her lying ass downstairs. She doesn't come. I threaten to come up if she doesnt come down. She doesnt come. I begin up the stairs and she appears, crying, holding her suitcase and runs out the house into the pouring rain. She stands in the rain for nearly 90mins waiting to be picked up. Alice begs for me to get her indoors. I head out and ask her why she lied, I get no answer, just her crying her eyes out and insisting Alice is an abusive daughter who beat her up as a teen. I should've fucking known then and there what I was dealing with, but it gets worse.
Skip ahead to 2023. My son is 3 and my daughter is 1. My in-laws have moved to a different country across the continent and whilst we are by no means on good terms, I tolerate them.
Alice and I have the mother of all arguments and it ends with Alice becoming physically aggressive and manages to throw something at me. I react accordingly and make plans to leave. In the heat of the arguement Alice calls her mother who asks us both to calm down. We do and things are very difficult for a few days.
One morning I get told that Alice plans to take my children to see her parents abroad. We are broke so I immediately ask how, and I'm told she (MIL) has paid for all of their flights. Alice is ecstatic to be going and doesn't understand why I would be upset at not being invited.
A week or so later and I've managed to scrounge up the cash for tickets. I ask MIL if I'm welcome and she says yes.
Roughly three weeks ago (May of 2023) Alice tells me that her mother is not pleased I'm now joining them on the trip she she believes we 'Need a break' as a couple and sees this trip as a chance for her to consider permanently moving in with them. She has also contacted a lawyer and asked if
A. Is it possible to take my name off of the deed to the house as I have been in higher education and contributed considerably less money to mortgage payments than Alice.
and
B. Do Grandparents have any rights over that of fathers if said fathers are reported to be abusive.
Alice reassures me none of this is possible, but, incredibly, doesn't seem phased by these hideous attempts at ruining my life.
Fast forward to the trip. 7 days ago.
MIL meets us at the airport with and we drive to her house. Its a huge house, an absolutely beautiful mansion that has sadly been decimated by cats. The smell as I entered nearly made me sick. The floors are filthy, and the cats had completely covered the place in urine and its overpowering.
We are then told our bed has been used as a litter tray, the mattress is soaked in cat pee and on top of this the kitchen looks as if it hadnt been cleaned in months.
I'm polite enough to only divulge my disgust to Alice and even spend two hours cleaning the kitchen as a way of saying thanks for paying for the flights for my kids.
We head out in the car again and she shows us around her village, she strangely starts a 20min long speech about the local schools and job opportunities.. is she.. is she trying to convince us to live there? She then goes on to explain how she has been diagnosed with 'proper clinical depression' and begins to passive agressively explain how most people's depression is just a low mood and is 'nothing in comparison'. I should note that during my years at university I was diagnosed with depression, a fact she undoubtedly knew.
After more than I can stomach the MIL stops the car and declares she cannot drive down this particular road and must turn around. At which point she accidentally slams on the accelerator and drives head first into a brick wall. She all but totals the car and the wall is demolished, my kids are shook but fine, and I'm so fucking angry but I keep my cool. We limp home.
The first night in the house of many cats was unbearable. The heat and the stench had us gagging, I was pacing the room all night trying to figure out how to politely leave, but without any luck rearranging our flights.
Day two and we walk to a cafe for breakfast. I dont speak the local language and my MIL orders for us. My MIL reminds us she has recently had a gastric band fitted and I'am given an extremely small breakfast (one bread roll) filled with a meat I do not like but she werent to know so I eat it with sips of juice to help it go down.
Hours later we drive into the city, bear in mind the last time I ate a meal was in my home country, and Im famished after a small breakfast. We walk around the city for a couple hours and I ask if we can stop to eat.
My MIL rolls her eyes and throws her hands up in the air and this time I bite.
I explain how I haven't eaten a meal for going on 30+ hours and Im famished, my kids are hungry and I want something I know I'll at least enjoy. I wasnt overtly rude and I didnt blame anyone but I was clearly upset.
Back at the house and my fiance corners me "My mum said you attacked her, my Dad is furious, I said you didnt attack anyone but she is inconsolable".
I'm given ice cold treatment and ignored for most of the evening until later on and Alice and I are sat by the front door of the house, MIL walks up to the front door screaming to someone on speaker phone "I'm going to remind him who's house he's in if he thinks he is going to freeload off of us, I'm going to remind him who's food he is eating".
I look at Alice and just walk to our piss soaked room, defeated.
The next morning MIL has been told I overheard her and she has no intention of making any apologises. She hurls abuse about how childish I'am, how she has no time for drama and how she will not humour my attempts to bully her.
My FIL comes to me and asks me to reconsider my being upset, and insists the conversation I overheard was a misunderstanding. I let loose and explain it all - everything Ive explained here... and he immediately leaves the room and berates her.
She cries, plays victim, claims the whole family is ganging up on her and she goes to bed. That was four days ago. In those four days she has criticised Alices' weight constantly, threatened to hit my 3 yo if he misbehaves and insisted that my being 36 means my newly acquired degree is too little too late.
And so... Im still here, we've endured eachother for the sake of the kids, but I write this on the piss soaked mattress, miles from home, under the thumb of someone who I now understand is not mentally well at all.
We fly home tomorrow and out of hell, I can't wait, but I know this isnt the last I've seen of her.
TL;DR - MIL lies to S/O about me, threatens to ruin my life, report my car stolen, take my kids away, ridicules me, takes my family abroad and houses us in filth.

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2023.06.08 23:45 its_little_ol_me Just need to rant

So I am a 28 male and just wanted to get on here and say what's on my mind, because apparently I can't talk to my wife about it. My stupid brain won't let me. I was an army brat and in the army for nearly 8 years. I met my beautiful wife in the army and I am so happy for that. But once I met my wife I didn't want to be in the army anymore (it was my own choice). I just remember when my dad deployed I was devastated and don't want that for any future kids we have. We met while deployed and we decided to move in together after and we got married another year after that. She moved in with me from across the country. I was out of the army by the time we were married and I was happy. We weren't in a great place financially but we were happy. She got a great new job with great benefits, I was working as a bartender which I loved since it was at a brewery and beer is a passion of mine. They even told me I had a chance to be assisant brewer. I was happy. But it seemed since I left the army my overall happiness had gone down. It is weird since I was more outwardly happy. To get to the point I was led on by my job and they didn't hire an assistant brewer and just paid a buddy of mine more to fill in when needed. I was very upset as I was about to use my GI bill to go to school for brewing and I was actually actively learning and helping. By this time this was my second job to make ends meet, (I picked up a labor job at my wife's job for good pay), I was pissed at my managers. I left the bartending job and was just working my other job. I hate this job. It does offer a good career and benefits but it destroys my soul and body. I don't have great knees being in the army and this job has me standing for 11 hours a day 4 times a week. I don't shy away from hard labor but I sometimes can't walk from our car to our apartment because my knees are in so much pain. This plus we started to realize that my debt was becoming a little bit much. We are trying to recover and push the debt back but it's hard when her family who love us very much wants to visit almost every month. It put pressure on us to host and feed. This last time it was the worst. Her 3 brothers (21,19,16) and a GF came to visit before their mothers wedding one state over. We had to get a rental because our car can't fit everyone and it was a big financial strain. They were aware of this and paid for gas the whole way and helped pay for most meals. It helped so much because we wouldn't have been able to do so as unexpected bills popped up or expenses we didn't see. Her dad even sent us $300 to help. We barely made rent that month. I love her family and the help but them coming is more of a strain than not coming. Once we got back from the family road trip from the wedding. One of my dogs was getting sick. He was a little Italian greyhound mix with blonde curly hair. He was at least 11 years old and I had him the longest. He was my best friend. I had taken a week off of work with pay for the wedding then took another week of no pay leave to take care of my dog. He had kidney stones and we didn't have the money to the vet. We changed his diet and hand fed him. But he got weaker and weaker. I spent my last $20 buying a nutritional gel for him cause he wouldn't eat. By the end of the week he was half his size (he's normal 15lbs). My dad offered to pay for euthanasia. (He want to pay for the vet but he was also smack in the middle of buyinga house, like he closed the next day.) My dog was put down and was one of the hardest decisions I needed to make. So here I am. 2 weeks after putting him down. This happened over the span of 2 years. I have been fighting this chronic depression and PTSD and now my dog is gone. So yeah here it is. Thanks universe

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2023.06.08 23:36 CrowsofFear Catalogue of you tube vids I am currently looking for

Miscellaneous Videos
Death At Chuck E Cheese 70's Murder Files +18 Fsp19ut76yI
Five nights at freddys Are REAL! (it is real and true...) dZLuPFt7Egk
Does chuck e cheese know five nights at Freddy's z4Oe8oahJAs
THE TRUTH BEHIND Chuck E Cheese's and 5 Nights at Freddy's YLDwLWfzOUM
FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S 2 FULL GAME! GO BUY IT! KubBchX6v6c
Spongebob The Purge v3949UehZBM
David Near
Shadow Freddy Voice (Five Nights At Freddy's 2) I7mYQEMh3PY Partially Found
Phantom Balloon Boy Voice FNAF 3 kK1sHrvFkhM
FNAF 2 "Withered" Foxy Voice jFI16pEGqcw
Nightmare FredbeaShadow Freddy Original Voice WtVyammM9Ow
FNAF "Drawkill Bonnie" Original Voice 5QT-jOFmmLE
CreepsMcPasta
"Smile :)"- NoctisNeverSleeps
"1999: [Update] - 06/21/15" Creepypasta
"I know her so well..." Feelspasta
MrCreepyPasta
- 1999 (part 1)
-"1999" (part 4) MrCreepyPasta's Storytime
- 1999 (Part 5)
- 1999 (Part 6) (END)
Mr. Nightmare
-"Home Alone" [CreepyPasta] - nklZy3IwmhU
-"The Shadows Between Houses" By StupidDialUp - g2Az5BGGobY
- The Portraits - Creepypasta - KtsIB3dvfdc
- Last Friday - Creepypasta - qjEOQ8bWAc4
- “Chicken Bones” - by Steven Shorter - 5jwbaqI2Xqw
- Nuclear Meltdown - ocjHdXjlzss
-A Grain of Sand - fUtjSW65AFM
-"Christmas Tree Decorations" - Unknown Author - 9V0eVqXZcY8
~~-What happened to "Mr. Nightmare"?~~ FOUND
-100,000 Subscribers - Thank You! - FbYIjdFFgOA
-Little Pink Backpack - Creepypasta - 1AgXuziegHs
-24 Creepy Discoveries People Just Stumbled Into
- 10 Most Disturbing TV Commercials - _Ap6N94LT98
Jessica Meszaros/SpectrumDiamond
-Creepypasta - Ed, Edd n Eddy (Lost Episode) okZRbCKJJwk
-Creepypasta - Bully: Scholarship Edition (Removed Mission) Fw9dpxgEogo
Creepypasta - The Golden Girls (Lost Episode) Z8vLHhOXwrQ
Creepypasta - Scooby Doo (Lost Episode) JexJSqVVoew
Children's Song - Kagome, Kagome _33Lsbn-9G4
Dilantra Peebles/Wolf Killer
Five nights at freddys Are REAL! (it is real and true...)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dZLuPFt7Egk
Five Nights at Freddy's 2 song backup part 3 and 4 (for TJ animations)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LGI3His5vv8
If they knew.... your pain.... (Bullies)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k2q3EUepHjc
"If they knew" The grey cat's pain (request)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zFhAZi73WfI
Happy birth Day Zack (Present)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e2fKx0SZnlE
Gambling man (Thank you for 19,000+ SUUUBS)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WHEPcwApojs
GOLDEN BONNIE WANTS HIS EAR BACK (funny vine)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A5HQ1SpFxSs
Open Up animation *Really sad* FNAFS (THANK YOU FOR 20,000+ SUBS)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=baGwKL2I49E
questions and answers (part 3) *best ending lol*
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vb9XtMGjBrY
Awoken oc Map Part 34 and 35 (MoonrisePaintpawz)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZmvmCyWMioM
Awoken OC Map Part 25 (Ren jirra)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cLkmLQm8ozo
Welcome To Freddy's Map Part 7 (TJ Animations)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MwCj86U1Quc
Welcome To Freddy's Map Part 22 (TJ Animations)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HlNX-LCKpAQ
Mangle The Stalker *she knows all, foxy* (THANK YOU FOR 21,000+ SUBS)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=56sC0qYQniw
How foxy likes to run to the office (funny vine)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2AdZfNJTyuU
Jar of Hearts Warriors Map Part 5 and 6 (LilypadLils)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iN\_uE6r1hvg
We Are Family Fnafs 1 and 2 (speedpaint)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OdVdjzureVQ
F-freddy.... fazbear? (Five nights at freddys!!!)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xjJFBGV8Puw
Update (read the description)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KJFwBgcgHiE
Just Gold Animation The madness (THANK YOU FOR 23,000+ SUBS)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4kseBEnpwMY
HAPPY BIRTH DAY RENEE : D (best friend. Video, Monster)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GIa9G-Ou9A0
Youth Oc Map Part 9 (kaybzjess)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=30ydpsgpids
This Is For My People Who Lost Somebody (Your not alone)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CUWz54xSc8o
*Collabs* Five nights at freddys 3 (THANK YOU FOR 24,000+ SUBS)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6g9vHsc\_PxQ
All Men Are Pigs OC Map Part 2 (Makbrok mtizzle)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6aGi1FsCoyQ
Contest OPEN (my Contest)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FC4fxeConFY
ILL KNOCK YOU BACK INTO YOUR BABY HOOD, FOXY! (Funny vine)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Nt3KRdEyic
Have a Snicker Foxy, your never yourself when your hungry (FNAFS 1)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TG8wE4lvFgw
How Toy Chica Changes Her Mood At Certain Times (FNAFS)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1nPoXlF4EHs
livesteaming (Thank you for 25,000+ subs)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=szSagrq24vc
Reading Mean Comments (only 2, random video)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jDNDprMsP3A
Contest Winners (Top 10)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DJOEzbnFXwM
Secrets *Animation* (THANK YOU FOR 26,000+ SUBS!)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jUyhznRwAe8
The Show Must Go On (Map part 6, HTF OC AMBER)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3O-CpafYQ9s
Five Nights At Freddy's Song Map Part 3 (Pastel Cat)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8IKYGHHZcwk
ooh whats this? (My Birth Day is Coming up)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JYMyKY9HNdc
Lullabye-bye *collabs* (HTF OC AMBER, So he sang)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PILKKiUOkoI
Lullaby-bye Collab *Complete* (So he sang)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lMX898twSpc
Thank you for 27000 subs!! (Purple guy is a murder)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xEzwwuDthYg
i Am The Purple guy! Map Part 9 (Ring Ring)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kQ3q11GD3QU
i Am The Purple Guy! Map Part 22 and 23 (Ring ring)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=29k5FwwwD1A
Do you care About me? (Depression)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x2US6ENagoE
i Am The Purple Guy! Map part 25 (Ring ring)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nzBCoNzeu2Y
I Am Purple Guy Map Part 27 (Ring Ring)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gdI666C4dkc
PLEASE GO SUPPORT HER!! (my best friend)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0WhgzEJM8oQ
How Do You Feel About That Cone On Your Head, Foxy? (THANK U FOR 28,000+ SUBS)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t-cmCJnbkOo
The request of Finding Jeff the killer (ThumbNail)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nQGpzfKTyBw
Its Time To Die Map Part 25 (insanedvo)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M418ZrgyBvk
Happy Birth Day To Meee (yay)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CTFb80Zzm\_0
Balloons Sad Animation *The good ending* FNAFS (THANK YOU FOR 29.000+ SUBS)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HcHabDLQBDc
Toy bonnie (Random, creepy)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=91BQZ3l9Trw
Security guard comics (My comics) *FNAFS Security guards*
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ENZsn3SxC7c
Horn battle *Foxy VS Purple guy* (Funny vine, HAPPY EASTER)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cXwnofOcXbw
The Bite of 87 *A sad tale* (THANK YOU FOR 30.000+ SUBS!!!!)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lDqHFVZR7P4
Animation thief(s) (Please Read description)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zM1H9caaU4M
Look At Me Now
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IKinOD7lAdQ
Am I The Only One Who Does This.... (THANK YOU FOR 31,000+ SUBS)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g1oso\_BZvLU
Mangles Radio static (Happy birthday Mangle brinton)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ynTT3KkYv14
Purple guy's Death (Animated *Realistic sound*)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XcffIEx5d8U
eeeeeeey mario :D *SpringTrap and Marionette* (Thank you for 32,000+ SUBS)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3oe-0\_oRnPM
Best Hater Ever.... (Really bad hater *Warning, mad wolf* )
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oy86\_\_nbcaI
More Hate (Responded badly XD)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kxrMOxPjgnU
Talk Foxy To Me (Five nights at freddys)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NxJ4QYlD1DU
i'm leaving (haters)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ztvjz7Ipra4
Guess Who's Back?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QYH-ZexPo\_g
Five Nights At Freddys Harlem Shake (33,000+ specials)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=afiAExQ733c
Wolf's Intro (34,000+ specials)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6IRaGmLxqVk
Go Save Smilk *Need your support* (35,000 specials/ Update)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vXRojk8peZ8
Little Things About you (36,000+ Specials)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u2TRVATqv40
Look How Wolf Died XD (Funny vine)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CaBSHJdgzTE
Eeey Look how Chica Died XXD (Funny vine)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2-8pQ067Gps
Flesh Five nights at freddys *Map Part 8 and 9* (makbrok mtizzle)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=73cI\_Hq-Asc
When your home all alone and someone knocks at your door (38,000 specials)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bex3PLIxMss
My Reaction To Roaches (Funny)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wSsOmPhJBuo
Sausage *Map Part 10 and 11* (JordanTheBlueAnimatronicDevil)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KXE9O3kZs2c
Sausage! OC Map *OPEN*
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A4SvedTPJrw
i Have A Deviant Art ya know? (Random)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=\_hnUB\_KfmWQ
Daddy Whats A Twerk? (39,000 Specials)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c4qGz4oNsPo
If You Want A Burger.... (40,000 Specials!)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0qdZrsYGak0
Omega Always Loves Arrow (Funny video)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Fi7VfDPcD8
Orphan Tears *Short* Cray AVM~ (41,000 Specials)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v80JUT\_W7xQ
I Can Animate~ (Review)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=erSsxrqnwcM
Throw Tha CHEESE (42,000 Specials)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IaHthKD9Mxs
Sad Suicide Song *animated* (Depression)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=isXEscJwCtQ
1... 2. Crays is Coming For You (43,000 specials)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=livek7MHOY8
Renees got a sick obsession (MEME)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4uUwJpzbXYc
Die In A Fire *Animation* (48,000 specials)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KKyjx2a4B7M
KingSpook
*"The Sandman" (Creepypasta)
*"Be Careful Whose Messes You Clean Up" (Creepypasta)
*"Mrs. Willison's Homemade Jam" (Creepypasta)
*Recluse
*Corey's Wish
*The New Fish
*Why i was Released from Prison
*Mickey's House of Pain
*I Was a Freelance Exorcist
*The Contract
*Starving Dogs
*Living in Hell
*The Girl in the Crowd
*The Shredder Monkey
*Videohead
*"Broodmother" (Creepypasta) Ft. EerieCheshir
*The Other Internet
*"Black Number One" (Creepypasta)
*The Pit
*Slaying the Beast (something like that, about someone killing their dad)
*At Least You Tried
*Some story about a guy named Greg who's wife hired a psycho to kill him for cheating on him (don't remember the name)
*One More For the Orphan
*Some story about a haunted TV broadcast (don't recall the name, "The Ozark Cable Incident" it may have been)
*The Pleasure House
*The Quiet Room
*Pain Study (something like that)
*My Parents were Satanists (something like that)
*Mr. Banana
*The Dog Man
*Mayhem Mountain
*The Pancake Family
"The Yellow Wallpaper" (Creepypasta) M3vEPbJ9V2Q
"The Ozark Cable Incident" (Creepypasta) pclUTiUDVLc

SomeOrdinaryGamers

LOST EPISODES - "Plankton Got Served" zBhEQ9uU59s
"'Arther: Lost Episode' (SH*TPASTAS)"
"Red Moon"

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2023.06.08 23:11 KyleKKent Out of Cruel Space, Part 707

First
Capes and Conundrums
“... I think we have some glitches in the programming.” Pavel remarks as the drone opponents for lower level events start... well they’re either straight up malfunctioning and thrashing around, or they’re breakdancing. Badly.
Either way it’s bad.
“God damnit, and here I was trying to make them do the macarena.” The Drone programmer mutters. “God damn, making a program that simulates a person’s sense of balance is a bitch and a half, even if ninety eight percent is just copy and paste bullshit. It’s the god damn code spackle between them that’s fucking everything up, and that’s if there isn’t god damn copy degradation with my copy and paste routine.”
“We done?” Pavel asks.
“Maybe in another hour... but your shift ends in half an hour. You can go. Your replacement will be here long before I’m ready with this. Defragging new code and running the test programs takes at least an hour and a half with this program.”
“Can’t you trim it down or something?” Pavel asks and the programmer downright slams his laptop closed.
“Trim it down? Oh gosh golly gee! Why didn’t I think of that.”
“Okay, I’m sorry I...”
“Wow! Do you have any other incredible insights to offer!? Like turning off the gravity so you don’t fall.”
“I get it, I’m sorry...”
“Or maybe make it so people just aren’t allowed to miss when shooting a gun! Then everyone can be a sniper!”
“I get it, shut up or I’ll show you some fucking sniper.” Pavel says and he turns to stalk out of the testing room.
“Oh no you don’t. You clearly don’t know how god damned hard coding is so you’re going to spend the rest of your shift with me as I code even if it accomplishes nothing at all, Nothing At All. NOTHING AT ALL!!”
“Good god man! What crawled up your cockpipe!?”
“Idiot jocks who don’t know what they’re talking about!” The programmer snaps back as he opens up his laptop again and quickly gets back to work.
Pavel’s response to things is to loom annoyingly over him. It takes about three minutes before the programmer slams the back of his head into Pavel’s stomach.
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“Gentlemen I am very disappointed. I understand that there are differences between soldiers and tensions between species. But I am unwilling to tolerate friendly on friendly attack.” Admiral Hynala states. “Now, before I hear about how the situation devolved into... this...”
He gestures to the two scuffed up men with visible bruises and markings.
“I am going to detail the disciplinary actions I’m going to take.” He states and both of them look concerned. They should be.
“I don’t care who started it. I don’t care about the circumstances. You two are both Undaunted, you two are both part of the same armed force and need to work together. So from this moment onwards you are doing all your work together. No if’s, and’s or buts. For the next two months you two are paired up on all patrols, guard duty and further duties besides. So congratulations Sniper Zeman you now have a spotter. Electronic Warfare Specialist Blake? You now have a bodyguard. You also now have hunchmen Misters Deadshot and Anarchy.”
“But sir!” Blake protest.
“No! I will not have my men attacking each other! A friendly brawl is expected, even encouraged! But you two destroyed Undaunted property in that pointless, stupid fight and I will not have it!” Admiral Hynala states and both men wince a little.
“Now that we have determined your punishment. You will tell me what happened.” Admiral Hynala states before pulling out a coin and flipping it. Specialist Blake. You will begin. In your own words, how did this fight start.”
“It started because a meathead opened his fat mouth and wrote checks his ass couldn’t cash.” Blake mutters.
“Really?” Admiral Hynala’s tone is so dry it actually seems to be sucking the moisture out of the air.
“Sir... there are innumerable difficult and delicate procedures in order to properly code and program. It is not an easy thing to do. When he suggested I start trimming code, he displayed an absolutely stupefying ignorance of just how much work and review goes into coding to begin with and downright insulted me.” Blake states. “It’s like suggesting you get everything done by just stamping your name on things at random.”
“Specialist Blake. Do you know what the correct course of action when someone insults you as a result of their own ignorance?”
“Sir?”
“You ignore it. Their ignorance has already proven that the insult comes from a place of weakness. It is fundamentally proof that they don’t know what they’re talking about and are best ignored and if not ignored, humoured.”
“Yes sir.”
“Now, Sniper Zeman. I would like your recount of events.” Admiral Hynala orders.
“The whole shift leading up to it or just the incident in question sir?”
“Both and in that order.”
“Well sir, my shift was to provide protection if things went off and assist in the testing of more advanced villain drones. During it I noticed Specialist Blake growing more frustrated as he tried many, many different algorithms and programs to try and get smoother and more effective movements into the drones. He tried numerous things from combat attempts to dance moves and just got more and more frustrated. I don’t even fully remember the conversation in question. It was nothing but small talk and he suddenly loses all his patience. This was directly after he told me I could leave and then he reverses that choice and tells me I can stay.”
“Which is when you did something.”
“Yes, he told me to stay so I stood obnoxiously close and this of course provoked a reaction. Sir... I apologize for my part in this affair and provoking an already incensed man.”
“I know you have a date with Miss Ripfang, it is on hold until this meeting is done and attempting to simply appease me will make me hold you longer. We are dealing with this issue and that is that.” Admiral Hynala states.
“Yes sir.” Pavel says.
“Now, these actions are not acceptable and your modified schedules will be sent to you both shortly. If I hear of any further fights between you two there will be a day of payment docked and you will both be in front of me again. I don’t want to have to take money and privileges from my soldiers, but I will if I have to. You gentlemen are Undaunted. You are not the best of the best, you are better. No matter what challenge you face you are better. Act like it.”
“Sir, yes sir.”
“Dismissed. You both are off duty for the remainder of the day without pay.”
“Yes sir.”
“Sir, I’m nowhere near finished the program.”
“Let it sit Specialist. It’s not a bomb in need of defusal.”
“But Sir!”
“No buts. You let emotion control you. You’re off duty for the remainder of the day.”
“Yes sir...”
Both men are then sent from the office with a slight jerk of the Admiral’s head and leave. Pavel heaves a huge sigh of annoyance and disgust before rubbing at his nose and then just leaving the area without speaking to Blake who clenches and unclenches his fists in rage.
Pavel rushes through the ship and only takes the time to grab a proper jacket before rushing out tot he landing bay and leaping out.
The hot and ash tinged air of Skathac is welcome as it makes it feel like the earlier events are an entire world away. He sucks in a deep breath and lest out a wordless bellow to both vent his frustration and warn any Sonir to clear a path, an Unduanted is coming.
He conjured a flat pane barrier and slams his feet into it to redirect his momentum. There’s a bit too much sideways movement so he bleeds it off with a spin and keeps going.
His boot comes down on the head of a gargoyle and he launches himself along, grabbing the corner of a building and swinging hard to keep moving. His eyes narrow as he focuses and he’s suddenly down the street and coming up on another corner to grab and swing around.
More focus as he begins to descend and he bounces off the canopy above a cafe and translates the momentum to the side to flip to the ground.
“Pavel! You... I was worried that... what happened?” Dot Ripfang asks him and he sighs. It looks like she’s been waiting for a while under the canopy and that’s on him. That’s on him and his getting into a fight.
“Some drama with the other Undaunted. Nothing to be worried about, although my schedule is abotu to be shaken up.”
“Oh! That’s not good, are you in trouble?” She asks and he winces a bit.
“A little. I got into a small fight with another soldier and a few things got broken in the process. So of course the Admiral’s response is to pair us up for the next two months. We’re either going to kill each other or settle our issues.”
“And what is the issue.”
“That’s the stupid part. There isn’t one. He was just getting frustrated and the small talk I was using to pass the time set him off. A stupid little mistake but now we’re both in trouble.” Pavel says with a shrug. “Sometimes things happen, you just disagree or say something that’s the particular sensitive subject of the poor bastard and it sets them off. Of course since you’re fine you think that them going off the handle is stupid so you respond in your own way, which makes it worse and back and forth until you’re throwing hands. It happens. The boss knows it happens but he has to punish anyways.”
“Oh... I see...”
“Anyways, that’s more than enough about my issues. What’s going on with you. You sounded like things were pretty important when you set up this meeting today. Is something going wrong?”
“It... well... you know my family is just on vacation to Skathac right?” Dot asks and Pavel nods.
“Is it coming to an end?” He asks and she nods herself this time.
“Yes and... well... I just don’t know how we’re going to make this work at a distance. We’re... I mean... this isn’t some runaway romance and we’re not trying to just force it so... I mean...”
“It’s alright to break it off. There’s no shame in that.” Pavel says. “Better to date around and find out you’re not mixing that well then to force along a relationship that isn’t working. Especially at long range.”
“Really? But I’ve heard so many stories about humans being so intent on making things work! I’ve browsed a few... Oh dear... it’s because of me isn’t it?”
“No it’s not. It’s that humans are different. There’s no big spark between us despite actually liking each other, that’s fine. A friendship is a valuable thing. Even if it’s not a grand one.”
“Oh... well... We’re going home tomorrow and I was wondering how to say goodbye. We haven’t really gotten anywhere but we’ve been trying to make it work and... I just don’t know.”
“Not what you expected?”
“No. Not at all.”
“Not bad I hope.”
“No, it hasn’t been bad. It’s just not what I expected.” She admits and he shrugs.
“Well, that’s not a bad thing then. I’m not really sure what else to say. I’m sorry we don’t have more time to make this work, but we apparently don’t. If you’re not broken up about this, then I have even less reason to be. We tried, it didn’t work. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
“But there should be! A big cavation with excitement and a whirlwind romance is what’s in all the movies and stories and... and...”
“And that’s because there are few stories about things just being normal and fine. It’s too boring to put into video format.” Pavel says.
“It just doesn’t feel right though. I should want this more, we should be really trying harder and... I don’t know, it shouldn’t be hard to want someone!”
“... Let’s put it to the test.” Pavel says and she gives him an odd look. “Let’s kiss, if there’s anything other than pheromones we’ll keep trying. If it’s just pheromones though, we break it off as friends. Okay?”
Dot considers it for a few moments before nodding and then reaching over the table to pick him up by the shirt. There’s a hesitation in her movements as she rises up and pulls him up to her. Then her lips met his and the tongues meet as well and... they both just go still as things go from weird to very awkward.
She sets him down gently with a sigh. “The heat’s there but that’s just... I mean... I want it. But it’s... its IT I want... not...”
“Not me. That’s fine. We’re not clicking, that’s okay.” Pavel says before gesturing back to the table. “My friend, would you care to join me for a meal?”
“I’d like that.” She says softly.

First Last
PS: Ye Gods I have not been sleeping well with the smoke. It's also making me go through more meltdowns than average. I'm taking a nap after posting this then putting down the author's comment. Sorry for it being late.

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2023.06.08 23:06 frasiercranesdayoff dog growling / acting strange during sit

hi all,

i've been dog sitting and walking on rover for nearly a year now and i'm dog sitting for a Chihuahua mix this weekend in their house. I did a meet and greet with the owner, the dog and I got along well, but she was a bit shy. The owner left earlier today and the dog was absolutely fine, we went for a nice walk, cuddled, I fed her etc. I left the house for a bit and she was really happy when I came home, running about the house and her tail was wagging. Then after dinner she starting hiding in her crate and I just left her whilst I did my own things around the house. I went to go and encourage her out of her crate to go for a wee before bed time and she was just growling everytime I came close to her and tried to bite me.
I'm not sure if its just because she's very attached to her owner? And if so, any recs? She's only small but I would still rather not get bitten. I've messaged her owner but I'm not respecting a response tonight..
I’ve never had an experience like this so not sure how to handle it

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2023.06.08 23:03 BigPorter Is anyone else watching Couples Therapy?

I recently stumbled upon this captivating show (Showtime/Paramount+). Each episode I watch fills me with a bittersweet mix of emotions. A twinge of jealousy creeps in as I witness the genuine struggles faced by the couples on the screen. It's hard not to yearn for that connection and companionship that I lost nearly eight months ago.
As I immerse myself in the show, the rawness of the relationships often brings me to tears. I find myself reminiscing about the messy yet beautiful journey we shared together. In those moments, I'm overwhelmed by a deep longing for the challenges we overcame and the triumphs we celebrated side by side.

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2023.06.08 23:02 Cocao_Nibs The Duelist in Purple Armor v2 Remastered, Chapter 2

FirstNext
Well, it only took Canada burning and the East Coast turning into smoky rendition of a Mexico filter for this chapter to finally reach completion. Regularly-scheduled programming should hopefully resume after July 4th. Until then, drink some water, don't do gender reveals in the forest, and hang in there, guys!
Pursuant to Imperial Decree 10928, and in recognition of the reservist nature of the unit, the 1st Rocket Artillery Regiment has been found to satisfy the standards outlined in the Decree. However, in light of the significant budget and nonmaterial resource allocations that were required to bring the aforementioned unit up to levels considered satisfactory by existing standards, additional considerations beyond readiness and training levels must be taken into account.
Throughout the appeals process, you have repeatedly indicated that you believe rocket artillery to still have a place on the modern battlefield, citing recent reports from the Terran Planetary District command of the Sol System sector, as well as early after-action reports from the Intervention on Raknos, which you claim to support your argument. However, further investigation into this claim by independent analysts on behalf of Armored Warfare Command has found it to hold no merit in light of the recent restructuring outlined in detail in prior communications. Simply put, neither the Empress, nor her advisors, believe that the maintenance and garrisoning of units intended strictly for low-intensity counter-insurgency operations remains doctrinally viable.
Additionally, the excessive monetary and nonmonetary resources you requested in preparation for the evaluation, in light of the on-par, verging on substandard performance of the 1st Rocket Artillery Regiment, even accounting for the large number of fresh troops that needed to be drawn down from other posts to fill out its ranks, is highly suggestive on the part of you, the honorable Ashira Rakishal. This discrepancy is of high importance, and you may rest assured that it has already been publicly filed by the time this letter appears in your inbox.
Such a discrepancy is indicative of either incompetence or corruption on your part. Commanding officers may face demotion or a possible dishonorable discharge for the former, or, for the latter, a fine totalling no more than one-and-a-half times the estimated sum of the damages assessed, guaranteed dishonorable discharge and a potential prison term of no more than four years. Due to there being no evidence to suggest the latter, the former approach has been suggested by the Armored Warfare Command. Effective fourteen (14) days after this order is signed, your rank will be reduced and you will be relieved of commanding the Regiment. You may be restationed at this time, and your government-issued devices may be deactivated to facilitate this restationing. The 1st Rocket Artillery Division, in accordance with Decree 10928, will be dissolved and its assets relocated to other units wherever possible. Any remaining property will be auctioned under section 12.57.3(g) of the Naval and Marine Surplus Handling Act of 651 at the Val’tira Central Forwarding Depot.
Ashira finished reading the letter, but the words meant nothing to her. She hadn't slept in half a week, if not longer, in anticipation of the results from her hearing. In fact, she'd hardly gotten up from her desk; the 1st RAR was on leave until the final verdict would be announced publicly, and it was all she could do but to refresh her inbox every few minutes and watch mindless clips in the background that she hardly heard and never managed to remember a word from.
She tried reading it again, but the letters seemed to float off the screen, each one wrapped in a halo of bluish white screen glow. Nothing made sense.
'We were found to be satisfactory, but then… why does it talk about my rank? Am I getting promoted? There was something about dishonorable discharges, too, so… are some of my girls getting let go? I guess I will have to break the news to them. And it said something about budget overruns… well, mom still owes me from when she forgot to get me anything for my eighteenth last month, so I guess she can pay them back for all the equipment and training I had to authorize…'
Her thoughts were already drifting off into a vague haze when her stomach made a low noise, reminding her of the fact that she hadn't eaten in hours, mostly because her supply of food had run dry. Almost in a trance, she rose from her desk and, almost on autopilot, set about getting ready to go out and do some shopping, as she always did. The floor of her living quarters was almost entirely hidden by weeks-old discarded packaging, mountains of dirty clothes, and bottles half-filled with liquid that was either expired juice or urine. Narrow paths snaked through the mess; one to the bathroom, one to her bed, and one more still to the door, which she now slowly shambled towards.
Ashira pulled a pair of battered combat boots over her bare feet - she'd run out of socks that didn't offend her senses some weeks prior - without bothering to lace them, shoved her wallet into the front pocket of the fireproof jumpsuit she wore with absolutely nothing underneath and hadn't changed out of all week, and shoved the door open to head out. Immediately, the smell - or, perhaps, a lack thereof - of the corridor hit her. All the sleeping quarters were locked. It was quiet. Though her boots were heavy, her footsteps barely made a noise as she plodded along the thick, purple and topaz-blue carpet that lined the floor.
The door to the lobby was propped open by a cleaner's cart, and a heavy perfume of chemical detergents wafted through the opening as she approached. In the lobby was a small, older Helkam male, with his long and, in places, graying hair tied back with a beige bandana that matched his civilian contractor's coveralls, just as his green noise-canceling headphones matched the company logo on his uniform. He was dutifully mopping the already nigh-spotless polished stone floor, and there was only a narrow dry strip connecting doorway to doorway.
“‘Scuse me,” she mumbled, tapping him on the shoulder to alert him to her presence. “Coming through.”
He flinched away from her touch, and she flinched away from him, as though his own shock was contagious. “The fuck, you touch me!?” He exclaimed, whipping around to face her, mop at the ready like a Turox-prod. His face burned a pale but furious violet, contorted with fear and a readiness to fight. But, just as suddenly as he’d come to face her, his expression became one of confusion. His mop dipped down, and they stood in silence for a split second that seemed to drag on for entire minutes. Then, he made an odd face, as if of disgust or contempt, and stepped aside, motioning for her to pass by him.
Ashira would have been puzzled by this, if only she were not so frazzled and caught up in her own thoughts. She stepped outside and was immediately hit by a cool breeze; it was night out, and the wind blew in just as it always did. Not that it bothered her much; over the previous months, she had found that it didn’t seem to affect her very much. The only reason she wasn’t feeling the full brunt of the evening gales was that the buildings around the officer’s quarters were mostly two- and three-story affairs, their height and old, weathered stone cladding the last specters of the prominence and prestige the base enjoyed in the long-before times. Before the Unification Wars were but a distant memory. Before the Periphery had become the final, unconquerable frontier. Before the Empress-damned mess that was Raknos. Before Rocket Artillery had become hopelessly obsolete.
The wind blew, relentless and steadfast, as she trudged towards the only place on-base that still had its lights on. The general store. She didn’t know what she wanted to buy there, nor if there would indeed be anything on the shelves that she’d want to buy, but she felt she had to try, anyway. The only rest she could get now was chemically-assisted, either through over-the-counter sleeping pills, or copious volumes of booze, or, when the going got particularly rough, a combination of both. She was vaguely aware of the damage she was probably inflicting upon her organs, but she figured that they were a worthy sacrifice. Still, some days she couldn't fall asleep, even boozed up and medicated as much as she would dare, so she would lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, hoping that the splitting headaches she would get from that chemical cocktail would make her ears ring loud enough to drown out her intrusive thoughts.
The store wasn't particularly warm when she entered, and it reeked of cigarette smoke and mildew as always. The nearest set of shelves to the door were stocked with bags of some sort of imported breaded meat snacks labeled Pufriyah - Ancestral Recipe, Modern Taste! across the top shelf and cases of Red Grains across the bottom, as if some long-forgotten planner had seen into the future and anticipated Ashira's shopping habits exactly. Without much thought, she pulled a case of the Reds off the bottom shelf, her back, which had been sore for months by then, crying out in pain that just barely cut through her apathy. She threw a few bags of the Pufriyah snacks on top of it, entirely indifferent to their name, slogan, and brown-furred chibi mascot that spoke to their Rakiri intended consumer base.
'It's all just carbs and protein at the end of the day,' she figured. It wasn't like she could taste much of them anyway, had she really cared to learn their flavor. It was close to a month prior that she'd caught a nasty cold, and her constant sleep deprivation and stress hadn't lent themselves to it clearing itself up on its own. Her senses of taste and smell were unnecessary to her whipping her unit into shape, she'd decided, once she learned that the antivirals she needed to take to make her symptoms clear up would need her to be on bed rest for three straight days. She could always take them later, anyway.
The bottles of Red Grain clanked against each other as Ashira heaved the case onto the checkout counter. The bags on top of it slid off, and she only just caught them in time. The noise awoke the lone cashier, another civilian contractor, from her nap atop her wobbly three-legged stool. She quite inelegantly hopped off of it and came to lean against the counter with one hand, the other lazily waving the scanner of a specialized Data-Slate over the merchandise.
"ID for the Reds," the cashier groggily slurred out, patting down her many pockets in search of a cigarette box. "Standard procedure, nothing personal against you."
Ashira stared at her, dumbfounded, for a few moments too many, before it hit her that she needed to pull up her Marine Profile on her Slate. Mumbling an apology mixed with an excuse, she reached into one of the few - albeit cavernously huge - pockets of her fireproof suit and produced the grimy government-issue device in question. The lock screen was set to her ID, just to make such common interactions go by quicker.
She pushed the Slate across the counter, expecting to get it slid back to her in a few moments, and maybe a manufactured smile and a nod if the cashier noticed the Rakishal House crest in the corner and realized she was of noble blood. But this time, none of that happened. The woman across from her frowned, squinting as she analyzed something about the ID, her face no more than perhaps a few centimeters from it. She looked up at Ashira, then back down at the ID, then back at her, and then all of a sudden her confusion melted into some odd mixture of shock and disgust. She wordlessly pushed the Slate back across the counter, scanned the case of Red Grain, and then motioned to a now very baffled and somewhat offended Ashira that she was free to leave.
In her sleep-deprived state, Ashira had barely the mental capacity to remember where the door was, much less to ponder the deeper meaning behind what had transpired. Vowing to come back the next day, after getting a good night's sleep, and get the insolent cashier fired, she trudged out of the shop, back to the officers' quarters, where the Helkam man was still toiling away in the lobby, now wiping down the Turox-leather seats, and into her own suite.
She brushed the most egregious of the trash from her bed, with the arm that wasn't clutching the spoils of her trek to her chest, and allowed gravity to gracelessly guide her into its soft, fitted-sheet embrace. With a sigh of barely-felt relief, she cracked the cap off her first bottle with her tusks and took a long, well-earned swig.
The next thing she knew, it was morning.
Everything hurt. Ashira's muscles all ached like she'd run every Deathshead Commando bootcamp course, back-to-back, without stopping. Her head felt like a bloated, rotten gourd, ready to burst at the slightest touch. Even though her eyes were closed, what little light made it through them felt as though it was piercing straight through her eyeballs and into her brain. However, through it all, she noted an odd, almost pleasant sensation that she hadn't felt in so long, she'd almost forgotten the word for it.
'Empress all-powerful, this must be the first time in almost a year that I've had a full night's sleep!'
Ashira would have kept laying there, exactly where she was. The room was quiet. No one needed her. Her unit was stood down for another few days. She could just stay in bed, in peace, and wait for the pain to subside. But the very second she considered that possibility, her bladder cried in agony, and she simultaneously came to the realizations that she would not be able to hold it in for even a minute longer, and that she was wearing her only set of relatively-clean clothes.
She pushed herself up and onto her feet, and that motion sent showers of sparks cascading through her vision, even as her eyes stayed firmly shut. Her ears rang from the pain as though she'd stuck her head between the prongs of a colossal tuning fork, her limbs felt numb as she stumbled through her room, and the only way she could tell up from down was from the direction gravity kept pulling her every time she lost her balance.
She hit the door frame to the bathroom by chance, only recognizing it as the right one by the light switch her elbow painfully caught. From there, she went entirely by feel. There was the sink, the towel rack, the soap dispenser, the shower door… and finally, having run out of wrong things to blindly grope around for, her hand bumped into the tank of the toilet. Even bending down made her head fill with the pounding beat of her heart, every pulse seeming to try and push her brain out of her skull through her eyes and ears. She nearly blacked out as she sat down.
The next thing Ashira knew, she was doubled over her sink, dry-heaving, her fireproof pants pulled back up around her waist but neither zipped shut nor clipped together at the front. She knew for certain that nothing had come up, because she was newly aware of the desiccated dryness in her mouth and throat, as if all her flesh had been replaced with fine-grit sandpaper. Still lacking the resolve to open her eyes, she blindly clawed at the knobs of the sink until water began to pour, and then began scooping handfuls of it into her mouth.
After a few gulps, she began to feel a bit better. Her mouth, though it still felt dry as ever, was at least now rid of the horrible, sour, metallic taste that she hadn't registered until it was gone, and the unintentional splashing of water onto her face did wonders in helping her start to truly wake up. The very next instant, though, a numbing pain spread across her hands and face, and down her throat. The water was freezing cold.
That didn't deter Ashira, though, and she kept drinking until she knew that she would not be able to swallow a drop more without throwing up. Her hands were numb from the frigid water, as was her face. Icy rivulets streamed down her chin and throat and under her unzipped collar, leaving cool, glistening trails across her breasts and stomach.
Somehow, this numbness that spread across her fingers and cheeks seemed to have carried over to her hangover, as well, though whether it was the rapid cooling, or the much-needed hydration, or both, she neither knew nor cared. Her head now hurt with the intensity of just any old headache, her skin did not feel two sizes too small for her organs, and her muscles and joints barely ached with any more intensity than they usually did.
She opened her eyes for the first time since she'd gotten out of bed, ready and eager to take full advantage of her hangover cure while its effects still lasted, and almost fell over as she stumbled away from the mirror in shock. The reflection in the mirror was decidedly not her.
Bloodshot eyes stared out at her from dark, sunken orbits; two craters on a puffy face rendered a waxy, pale bluish lilac by months of near-total involuntary isolation from the daylight. Raven hair framed that lifeless visage, once kept neat and short, now a wild, greasy, and, above all, long Seetcha's nest. It had once had lively sun-bleached streaks where her beret and headset did not fully cover it, from when she would ride head-out in her trusty command Ishtarti-603, but they were now mere faded tips spread unevenly through the carbon-black tangle.
The rest of her was not in much better shape. Her bust, though always on the fuller size, was nonetheless noticeably larger than it had been the last time Ashira had inspected her reflection, and doubtless was the cause of her incessant back pain. In the same moment, she became aware that her breasts rested not against the top of her six-pack - which, while rarely worked out and never particularly defined, had, in its mere presence, still been a point of quiet pride for her - but at the upper limits of a beer gut, whose faint outline was visible even under the baggy suit she was wearing for the umpteenth day in a row, and which stood as a testament to the inertia she had descended into while trying to force the RAR into motion.
'Fuck, there's the evidence of my battle. Mom was right, I do eat like a Turox before the slaughter. I have no self-control. Why do I even bother with this restructuring business if I can't even keep to my own damn fitness goals?' Her gloom, though deep and all-consuming while it weighed upon her soul, dissipated just as quickly as it set in. 'But I knew it would happen, so why does it surprise me? I knew going in that I was burning myself up in the present to keep future me warm. It's just a few kilos. A dozen at most. No big deal. Just need a bit more exercise for a month or two and I'll be right back in parade shape!'
It did, however, make her think to place an order with the on-base supply depot for some new clothes. With the Unification Day festivities looming, it would simply not do for this quite temporary distortion of her Noble figure to be so brazen, she firmly decided.
The order would have to wait, however. When Ashira brought out her government-issued Data-Slate from her front pocket in a familiar motion, already compiling a list of all the workout gear, field uniforms, and parade garb she would need in a size up, the device, in an apparent bout of unruliness, first resisted her efforts to turn it on, and when it was finally made to do so, simply boot-looped endlessly on the startup screen. For all intents and purposes, it was a Slate-shaped paperweight, and Ashira didn’t even have enough physical documents in her possession to make use of this one purpose it had left.
‘First my clothes, now the one Slate mom can’t track me on. What’s next, is my ID going to expire all of a sudden? Will my physical Chit card have a bad contact?’
There was only so much she could take at one time, so she decided to do the sensible thing and get something to eat before returning to dealing with her problems. She pulled out her Slate. It was almost noon.
'No one needs to see me like this. How can I command the regiment if they see me in such a state? I'll order breakfast - well, lunch now, but who's really counting? - and I can join everyone for dinner, once I get a chance to order in some new clothes, and shower, and maybe do something with my hair.'
With a practiced motion, so automatic it was almost a reflex, she swiped through the interface until she found what she was looking for. There, between Combatters forum sites, was a saved page for the Hungry Gal's order menu. Her chit was already saved in the system. All she needed was to tap on "Large Hot Meal #5 - Drink Combo" and…
CHIT DECLINED - PAYMENT BLOCKED
"That can't be right," Ashira muttered aloud as she tapped the button again, over and over, to the same effect. "It's a government card. Unless- ah, right, it must be the new policy they were talking about! Can't believe they made food expenses count as personal expenditure only, the nerve of these credit-pinching…"
She went into the payment details section of the page, switched the number to her personal one, and selected "Large Hot Meal #5 - Drink Combo" again. This time, a new message appeared.
INVALID ACCOUNT - DEACTIVATED
The gnawing hunger in her stomach disappeared in an instant, replaced by a solid iron bar of dread. Why was her account deactivated? Who could have done it? The only other person with access privileges was her own mother, and why would she…?
Ashira knew the answer. She didn't want to know it, to acknowledge that she knew it for fear of what it meant, but she did. With shaking hands, she opened the notification screen of her Slate, and saw she had unread messages from her family group chat. She tapped that notification, expecting a deluge of fury about her weight, her spending habits, her slovenly appearance in public, or any manner of other things, but there was but one message, sent earlier that morning. It was from her mother, indeed, but it was just four words long.
I got the letter.
She wanted to protest, to scream, "What letter could you possibly mean?," but she couldn't. A memory, hazy from the fog of insomnia that had dulled her thoughts at the time, played against her volition in her mind. The words hadn't made sense to her then, but they did now. Robotically, she closed the message from her mother and searched through her inbox for one marked with a government seal. She opened it, and read it in silence. The last few lines were the hardest to read, because by then the tears had begun to well up in her eyes.
It was over. Her career, her noble status, her finances, her life as she knew it… they were all gone, and it had taken just one letter to send it all crashing down.

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2023.06.08 22:59 JulianSkies Emergency Services Guild R&D: Stampede Studies

This little piece I wrote because I have zero mental energy to write something I care too much aobut the format and quality, and i've been wanting to have a look at this topic for a while.
Don't expect a lot of quality, but here have a thing.
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[This video is shown in its raw form for purposes of transparency of the procedures. For the edited version please visit the Emergency Services Guild public-facing site]
[Content Warning: This video contains images of both stampedes and wartime stampede incidents of the following situations: Human First Contact, Operation Blindside, Sillis Occupation, Kolshian Scouting of Venlil Prime]
[This video will be subtitled instead of utilizing audio translation]
The camera’s view is completely obscured by a grey mass “I think it’s running, can you check it for me?” says a deep bassy voice of a human.
“Yes, i’m getting the audio and a very good closeup for your shirt” the voice of a venlil sounds hoarse
The grey mass recedes and the room becomes visible. A large naturally-lit room of plain appearance, there is a long table set in the center of it surrounded by chairs, the table itself is clearly designed with a holographic projector and at the far end of the room there is a large display.
There are seven people present, three humans dressed in grey outfits with red highlights, each one of them with a different insignia emblazoned on their breast but all three of them have similar themes, a helmet, an axe and a ladder is present on all three designs. Four venlil represent, two with sashes of office with the white with red stripe color and the exterminator’s pyre-and-shield insignia and two with armbands with the red pawprint.
“Alright, before we start the actual meeting, can I ask why are they here?” says one of the humans, well-built and with a lighter complexion, pointing at the two venlil with sashes.
“Because it’s part of our job? Because we’re involved?” says the one with greyish wool and dark spots
“I’m sorry if i’m skeptical why an exterminator is in a meeting involving public safety and stampede response”
“Because” the venlil’s voice becomes louder “It’s our job. And I’m already brahking tired of this whole act. I’ve heard every variation of ‘you shouldn’t be the ones doing this’ you can imagine. Every human I’ve met has said this, multiple times” he slams his fists on the table
“And I brahking agree, look!” he points at one of the venlil with the armbands “Our jobs literally overlap, why do we even HAVE this overlap? What could the exterminator’s guild do in a stampede that the emergency services guild couldn’t? Why is it that any job that requires you to have the slightest bit of tail to do it they drop on us? I don’t brahking know!” he’s taking deep breaths “So… Why don’t we skip this part and just get to the meeting?”
The humans are taken aback, while it seems like the venlil were quite unfazed at the sudden energetic outburst in a strange reversal of the usual reactions. “Not… Quite what I was expecting” that first human adds “Alright, I’ll keep my thoughts to myself for now”
With that, the human that had been adjusting the camera sits down and the arrangement of seating is visible clearly: The four venlil are on one side of the table while the three humans are on the other. One of the venlil with the armbands speaks up “We are gathered at this moment for a presentation of the United Nations’ Extraplanetary Emergency Response Division’s research on the nature and possible mitigation of stampedes”
“Present for this meeting are three human representatives of the UNEERD, Captain Fabia” a human female with short crimson hair and wiry build nods “Captain Jorge” the first human nods “And Captain Ishikawa” a human much taller human with shortly cut dark hair and mildly reddened skin speaking of a disagreement with the eternal twilight nods.
“Present are also four venlil representatives. Representing the Exterminator’s Guild are Division Lead Toss” the venlil who had the outburst earlier nods “Of the Stampede Response division, Division Lead Tunam” a venlil with a strangely reddish coat halfway between pink and red nods “Of the Behavioral Studies division” the speaking venlil himself, best identified by an eyepatch on his right eye, nods “Representing the Emergency Services Guild is me, Division Lead Onam of the Stampede Response division, and Division Lead Liram” the venlil beside him nods, a woman with a distinctive vertical striping pattern “Of the Medical Response division.”
Onam takes a deep breath “You may begin the presentation, Captain Jorge” he’s being incredibly professional
With that, Jorge uses a holopad to summon an image on the monitor at the far end, a simple bullet point list “Though all present here already know, I’ll state it for the record. The ESG has requested from the UNEERD an independent study of mitigating techniques for stampede events, both to help us increase our understanding of the local needs and to acquire an outside perspective that may improve their own understanding”
“We will be presenting our current findings, which have proven to be pretty surprising in my opinion” he gives another command to his holopad moving to the next slide “I’ll begin with the most important finding before we look into how we’ve reached this conclusion. But in effect, a proper stampede event can actually severely reduce to completely eliminate casualties in a situation of panic, however, those events can devolve into panicked flight as well as not every species is capable of those”
At that, Toss tilts his head to the side “Of all things… Stampedes preventing casualties? That’s really difficult to believe”
Ishikawa offers a shrug “I know. I’ll be honest we kind of came into this with, let’s say… A bit of a bias against you. But the observations held true, and it turns out the situation is considerably more complex than it seems”
Jorge nods “Take note this is mostly a preliminary study, we don’t have a lot of data of the sort we needed.” he pulls up another bullet list in the screen “Our work was focused more on the behavioral end, as you’ve more than proven to have the infrastructure and technical superiority here, but we have found a distinct lack of behavioral studies on stampedes”
Tunam takes a deep breath “Sure. More stuff we got wrong, as always” but before one of the humans can say something he waves dismissively with his tail “It’s alright, you’re just doing your job. It just gets exhausting hearing this every damn paw. Sorry for the interruption, please continue”
Jorge has a look on his face for a moment, something like worry and sympathy, before continuing “We have performed our studies by examining footage of stampede events with specific characteristics. First, monospecies events, with three examples. The stampede events during our first contact, as a sample of stampede events amongst the Venlil, recovered footage of an event in the Cradle during Operation Blindside, as a sample of stampede events amongst the Gojid. Take note that while this particular footage was from a situation far from any attack sites and before the arxur invasion, the reliability of it is shaky because of the wartime situation. And a stampede event on Sillis that happened recently in response to peacekeeper forces”
As he talks, three of the bullet points light up “Additionally, we later compared stampede events involving multispecies groupings. Particularly we have studied the very recent events here on Venlil Prime during the kolshian threat as well as a second event that occurred on Sillis involving a damaged dam” the last two bullet points light up
The female firefighter pipes up “We’re going to treat you like adults here but early warning we’re not going to be censoring any of the footage. I imagine given you all work with this there shouldn’t be anything you’re not familiar with”
The one-eyed venlil makes an assentive motion with his ears “Sadly, we’ve all seen enough of the carnage to be used to it”
Jorge moves on to the next slide, which contains video. He passes the holopad off to the human woman at his side “Your turn, Fabia”
She nods “We’ll start by examining this footage of the first contact. First tell me if there’s anything unusual you notice here” she says, letting the footage play. It’s an aggregation of a few different cameras, apparently from residential apartments. It shows the residents, all Venlil, running away from their apartments and spilling over in the streets, the residents of each apartment building start running towards where presumably the nearest bunker is. It only takes a few moments before they start pushing each other out of the way and the ones at the fringes of the herd end up unable to follow the group as the ever-growing mass of people start to push them against the walls of the buildings and side streets, a little while longer the first tramplings start to happen.
Tunam has had a very careful eye on the footage “This looks like a textbook case of a stampede. Nothing particular to it” he flicks his ear to the side
Taking the sign, Toss adds in “Dreadful, as always, but not even the worst example I’ve seen”
Onam sighs “I remember that one. Wouldn’t want to be those two knowing all of this was caused by them. But still, a pretty normal stampede, if anything a mild one”
Liram makes a dismissive wave of her tail “Didn’t even manage to overflow the hospitals, so i’m calling that one a win”
The sunburnt human bites his lower lip, trying to keep something inside. But ultimately it spills over “How bad is it for those kinds of responses?” it’s not so much an accusatory tone as much as a sad one.
“Very” is the only answer Onam gives.
At that, Fabia waves “And here is where a human, or more specifically outsider perspective helped.” she presses a couple of controls in the holopad, rewinding the footage to the start “I want you to pay attention to how this particular herd moves, just the one from the beginning of the video”
The footage plays again, showing the residents of the apartments rushing out, most take the stairs while a few take the elevators. There’s parents carrying their pups and some elderly being rushed along. The footage switches to the outside view where the whole herd of venlil from the apartment seems to erupt out of the front doors at the same time, it follows them for a bit until they’re closer to another group leaving their residence before Fabia pauses “Here’s where we noticed something, how much panic do you see in here?”
It’s Tunam’s turn to respond “Normal levels, i’d say, nothing out of ordinary. Which, they were expecting a raid or worse, so keep that in mind.”
Fabia nods “And that’s why the difference is important. Pay attention to their movement” she rewinds to the moment where they’re leaving the apartment building “Pay close attention to their feet” she zooms the video
The four venlil focus on it, seemingly unable to see what is happening “It takes humans at least months of training to be able to do this. They’re all moving in perfect synchrony” she rewinds one more time, and with the information out there it’s clear that at this point, this herd’s footsteps are moving in perfect lockstep “And I have severe doubts those people have any sort of training”
Onam turns his one good eye towards Fabia, then back at the footage, then back at Fabia “That… Yes, I can see that. But that has to be a fluke, if that is true then we wouldn’t have tramplings”
In response, Fabia changes footage. It shows a different apartment building, but the contents are similar: Up until the herd is a good distance away from the building their movement is synchronous and even the exit, though clearly panicked, seems to flow without injury. She shows footage from three more apartments “We thought that too, but this pattern repeats every time. This is a level of instinctive organization that’s, to me, supernatural. But at some point it breaks down”
The medical lead had his eyes closed in thought for a while now “That… Now that you say that… Stampede injuries are always outside. Well, no, not always of course. But less than twelve percent of them happen inside buildings, the vast majority happens on the streets”
The human woman passes the datapad aside, Ishikawa picks it up and calls up the footage again. It’s the same as the initial one, but it shows two herds approaching “And here’s where it breaks down. Look” he plays it as everyone pays much closer attention to the details of the video. The two different herds simply crash into each other, causing people to fall over and the two previously-synchronized groups to fall completely out of order.
Tunam’s tail swipes a short arc forwards “Ah, I see. Each herd is acting like a single unit at that point, so this situation is like two people running into each other. Now they’re on the floor and confused” he stares as the footage continues, and what was two groups ends up splitting into four completely disorganized groups “And the herds are unable to reform after that”
“This is where i’m going to introduce some specific terms we’re using here” Ishikawa adds “Specifically we’re referring to the organized movement portion as a ‘stampede’ proper. The situation where everything breaks down and they are completely disorganized we’re referring to as ‘panicked flight’, much how it is for us humans. And this specific situation that caused the breakdown of the stampede we’re calling an ‘impact’ event, given it was two herds impacting against each other”
Ishikawa then changes to a different piece of footage “And this will be the second breakdown situation we’ve recognized, a ‘command failure’ event.” he starts the footage, it’s a proper stampede, the video is from a camera on a defensive bunker proper, the masses trying to get inside are visible at the bottom of the image. Something happens in the incoming stampede, it slows down a little bit, before suddenly the back half overtakes the front half, tossing people into the ground.
“Notice how the approaching herd seems to be behaving as we’ve initially expected, even going so far as slowing down to prevent from barrelling into the people waiting to enter the bunker” he adds, before rewinding to just before the breakdown and zooming the video “But notice here, at some point those two start having a discussion while they run” the video is zoomed on a pair of venlil who seem to be shouting, though the video has no audio “Shortly after, the entire formation breaks and the rear speeds up, trampling the front”
The crimson venlil adds “They were following the one on the right…” he has a certain tone of awe on his voice “They all had their attention trained on him”
At that the female firefighter makes a questioning noise “How’d you figure that out?”
Tunam does a quick sideways flick of his ears in a dismissal move “I guess you don’t know how to see where we’re focusing our attention on when we don’t have to turn our entire heads for it. But pay attention to the ears, when they’re completely upright to take in sound they’ll be tracking whoever the focus is. As you can see, they were all focusing on the one on the right, which was the one being yelled at” he focuses on the now still image for a while “You can see he has his tail in his hands, while the one yelling at him has his chest first ruffled out.” his eye seems to focus beyond the image now “This herd didn’t break down because of another, but they lost guidance, is that it?”
Jorge sighs, but he has a slight smile “See, I told you it’d be wise to have at least one venlil in our team. Just from being able to read their body language he skipped past two weeks of comparisons”
Ishikawa gives a light sigh “But that’s correct. This is a ‘command failure’ situation. We’ve noticed that in every stampede there seems to be someone that works at least as pace setting, if not straight up herd leader. It seemed in cases to mostly be arbitrary, but once someone got in that position everyone would follow that one”
Jorge picks up the holopad again “Next up” the screen changes again, it’s another video that is quite clearly not on Venlil Prime “This one happened during peacekeeping operations on Sillis…” there’s a certain inflection of disgust in the human’s voice as he mentions ‘peacekeeping’ “You probably already know what to expect but I want you to focus on the differences here”
The video that plays out starts with what seems like a protest in front of a UN field base, the recording is from the body cam of a soldier on top of a watchtower. There’s a moderate mass of tilfish with all sorts of signs, there’s shouting. The camera turns to show an APC get close to the mass from inside the base, there’s shouting from the human guards but nothing happens, until the APC revs up its engine heavily. At the angry roar of the vehicle the protesters started to bolt, four large groups forming in different directions.
The camera follows one such group as it starts heading off down a street, unlike the venlil stampedes this one starts from moment zero with trampling and people moving into each other. At some point it’s visible someone at the middle of the formation seems to hesitate and slow down, causing the entire mass to slow down for a moment, and then someone else near the slower raises their arms. At this point this is too far from the soldier’s body camera to catch noise, but what seems to be a discussion has happened, and suddenly the stampede speeds up and the scene that follows gets considerably worse as the mass turns into a tangle of limbs cross across eachother and tearing itself apart as they try to move in the same general direction.
“It started bad” says Toss “But it got worse. I’ve never seen a stampede get worse like that”
Onam puts his tail on the table, tapping the surface gently with it “It happens as it grows in size but this group didn’t change. That did seem like a command failure situation causing it to get even worse, yes, but they seemed to already be very out of sync from the start”
The human with the holopad nods “And that’s the biggest failure of your treatment of stampedes showing itself.” he rewinds the video to when the APC starts roaring “And honestly, we were stuck on that failure mode for a while too until one of the younger members of our team spoke their mind. Pay closer attention to the amount of damage that is happening during the stampede here” they all lean closer as they watch the start again “How many wounds are you seeing?”
It’s the one-eyed venlil that answers “None… They’re not trampling eachther, they’re climbing each other, and walking under the others, somehow without hurting themselves?” his voice has a definite awe to it.
Jorge nods “Yep. Tilfish, both from their body plan and however way their kinesthetic sense works, appear to be fully capable of moving over, through and under each other like they weren’t even there. That seems to be pretty unique to their species”
It’s the red furred venlil that comments now “But they lose that coordination when the command failure happens, so they start to miss their movements and now we have limbs tangled on themselves and tearing themselves apart”
“Comparing medical reports from this with medical reports from the first incident with just venlil” starts the female firefighter “We see different wound patterns. A monospecies panicked flight of tilfish will lead primarily to damaged and removed limbs while one of venlil will lead to crushing wounds. Because your herd movement patterns and capacities are different, when the stampede fails into panicked flight the wounds are different”
Liram tilts her head to the side “That’s what you meant. We… Speh, the entire federation, has been treating stampedes like they behave the same for every species” her tail swats left to right for a while with an excessive amount of force “But this makes sense. And I presume you have an example of a species that doesn’t stampede up next, right?”
Jorge nods, moving to the next video. It shows a wide, long street “This one was recovered from the Cradle, this happens during the strikes on the orbital defenses but before the first orbital drop. Meaning, long before any ground operation starts” the video is sped up considerably at the start, the trickle of gojid into the streets is slow as to require that, but the flows from the buildings and side streets slowly thicken as more and more people start fleeing away from the camera’s direction. The mass that forms is enormous, taking up the entire street, and to flows and moves as if it wasn’t a mass of people, not even like a mass of animals, but it flows like a river, like it ceased to contain living beings and it now contained fluid particles.
Tunam, whose expression has been growing more and more serious by the moment, initiates “I… I’ve never seen a stampede like… It really shows the difference seeing the comparison, here we didn’t have groups forming at exit points and leaving, we have a slow trickle until the mass of people is…”
Ishikawa nods “Until the mass of people starts behaving like a fluid, completely detached from the will of the people inside of it” he puts his elbows in the table “Very much how it works with humans. At that point, you just need to let the flow move you and hope for the best, while trying to keep yourself safe”
Jorge zooms in the image, which appears to be sufficiently high quality to get detailed images of any particular member of the mass “You can even see the measures they take to prevent harming themselves” he directs the zoom to an area where you see the gojid have somehow arranged themselves back-to-back and front-to-front as they’re pushed and shoved, trying to avoid harming themselves on each other. It’s visible, however, they have no control over the motions as they’re simply being moved by the mass. One unlucky woman trying to hold on to some form of backpack gets pulled under the mass of bodies by the article. Most gojid seem to be taking conscious effort to keep their quills from flaring out, but many are failing and some trickle of blue can be seen on some backs
“Of course” the zoomed out area directs to a different section while zooming out “This is neither instinctual nor organized, as you can see the vast majority of the cases are like… This…” the best description of the moving mass of very sharp people being dislocated by nothing but panic and fluid forces is… A meat grinder. There’s more blue than brown visible and the speed with which the human moves the video elsewhere is quite indicative of how none of the present trained emergency workers had the stomach to witness it.
Liram has stood up “By the void… But- But- There’s gojid population on this planet! I’ve never seen anything like this when they’re involved!” there’s straight up panic in her voice.
With a command, Jorge moves on to the next slide “And that segues well into the next topic of research, multispecies stampedes” there’s a still image of a large street in the capital, mostly empty at this point “As you can imagine there’s behavioral differences in multispecies situations”
Jorge passes the holopad over to Ishikawa “This one is pretty recent, hell I still remember it myself. The kolshian probing attack” the video starts, and for a few seconds the slow foot traffic of the mostly empty street seems undeterred. Then, most everyone still walking the streets, which here in the capital means a variety of species from venlil and human to takkan and iftali, picks up their holopads at once. And with different degrees of urgency and reading speed, they start running.
Nothing seems to progress further than that other than people entering buildings, but after a while longer it happens, groups start leaving the buildings in large herds “As you can see” Ishikawa pauses “We see them exiting buildings in large groups, just as the stampeding species do” he let it play again. Just like in the first two videos the large groups seem to be moving roughly in coordination within themselves, but it seems to be a much more frail kind of coordination as the group’s form changes and shifts as the people inside adjust their position.
Ishikawa zooms into one of the groups “Here, check their movement” it’s visible that only a portion of them is moving in actual synchrony, the venlil as well as a pair of sulean and three krakotl seem to be moving very much in lockstep, and one human who seems to be acting as a leader as she points and shouts. Meanwhile the other humans, two takkan and a gojid aren’t moving quite in synchrony but seem capable of keeping themselves in formation thanks to the others around them. “Here we see the effect of a mixed species setting. The stampeding species manage to give enough structure to the group that the others can follow”
Tunam is staring intensely at the video “But that’s a very fragile configuration, isn’t it? The ones organizing on instinctive drive can’t possibly keep this much structure for long? Without training this is going to break down quickly”
Ishikawa nods “That’s what we thought as well but…” he lets the video play, and they watch that mass of bodies continue to move mostly organized down the street. At some point another equally mixed group starts approaching from the side, but one of the takkan appears to start shouting. But instead of things breaking down, what happens is that both groups merge together, there’s some minor bodily impacts but from the visible motions of the group there’s some shared apologies and they continue moving at a slower speed, matching the speed of the second group “That doesn’t happen, the whole situation is even more stable”
The video continues for a while, and Ishikawa zooms to the front of the formation. The human who’d been the apparent leader taps rather violently a venlil on the shoulder. There apparently seems to be a verbal altercation, but both give each other affirmative visual cues and the venlil speeds up a little bit. And the rest of the herd matches pace as the group changes direction to another street “And this is a smooth change of command, presumably the human that’d been the unofficial lead figured out who knew the shortest path to the bunker and they’ve began following him instead”
The crimson venlil sinks down in his chair “That’s… I’ve never seen a stampede move quite like that, even multispecies ones. It has to be you…”
“Much as i’d love to give us all the credit” Jorge starts “I don’t quite think it is. Or rather, it’s not something i’d say is inherently human. If it was, once that group changed command they’d break down, or it wouldn’t be able to merge that easily with a takkan mediating. No, I think it was just those specific humans being able to keep their cool that helped it.”
He looks at Tunam for a half second before continuing “Everyone else seems to be… Very prone to panicking quickly. And while we’re just as prone to panic we don’t seem to get there as fast as the others. For some reason. Keeping a bit of a calmer head allows the prevention of command failures and the overall effect of reducing the panic level in a herd enough that any member present has enough wits to negotiate through an impact as well”
Upon noticing Tunam’s souring expression, Ishikawa gives the pad another command to move on to the next video “To give a bit more context to an important part of the behavior we’re analyzing here, we have this one footage of what is essentially a stampede event, but not one most people would recognize as such”
It seems to be footage of Sillis again, most obvious by the number of tilfish present. The footage is from a cargo hauling drone in a work site by a river at the bottom of a dam. There are a handful of humans, a half dozen venlil and a gojid all wearing construction uniforms identifying them as part of one of the UN relief forces, the various tilfish around are also wearing bright construction vests and protective gear and with the exception of two of them, they seem to be trying their best to stay away from the others. Suddenly, the gojid who’s near the river looks down at his feet, then starts running away shouting. At that everyone other than the tilfish start running as well, the group slows down for a moment as the tilfish workers run towards the group and they all continue together up a hill. A few seconds after they crest the hill there’s suddenly water in the worksite as the dam cracks and collapses. The group stops at the top of the hill, and quickly they’ve brought up holopads to start doing damage assessment as a few head closer to the rushing waters.
“This, as you can see, looks nothing like what you expect out of a stampede. We’ve interviewed those workers remotely to get a better grasp of what happened” Fabia adds “Thanks to their sensitivity to ground vibrations, the gojid worker caught the dam’s damage early and called for the others to run, which caused the work crew to evacuate to higher ground.” she waves at Ishikawa, who rewinds the video and zooms on the group as it runs “As you can see, we have the organized movement of a stampede proper” and known his cue he skips ahead to the group on top of the hill “And they stopped quickly, as well.
The human with reddened skin rewinds the video again to show the moment the group slows down “And here’s the particular detail I want you to pay attention to. Notice the group formed when the gojid called out the emergency, but only two tilfish joined it. The two that were already talking with the UN forces”
Onam tilts his head, clearly in thought as his blind eye is facing the screen now “You’re saying there’s an influence of familiarity?”
In answer, Ishikawa shakes his head in negative “Yes and no, we believe this is an effect of threat-assessment. The two that trusted the veracity of the information about the danger moved as quickly as the rest of the herd, which had managed to form thanks to the presence of the venlil and tilfish. Only after the other tilfish recognized those two did they start moving”
“And the whole group slowed down for them, without breaking apart” the crimson venlil adds “This is very much not anything we’d consider a stampede, however as you said the synchronized movement happens and they even managed to clear through the obstacles in a surprisingly safe manner on the way out”
Jorge picks up the holopad again and moves on to the next slide “So to sum up our theories. Certain species have an innate capacity of large-numbers collective movement, what we call a stampede is simply that natural capacity displaying itself during mass flight. That capacity can be harnessed to reduce casualties of panicked flight by giving the moving group an organized form, but only as long as the organization can be sustained. This mass movement capacity also applies to situations where other species would still perform in an organized fashion, but its instinctive nature severely speeds up the process.”
Before he can continue, however, Tunam mutters a little too loudly “But the results you’re going to give us are going to be the same brahking thing as always”
Jorge ignores the muttering “To begin with we’re going to suggest a system similar to the fire brigades we have on Earth. Essentially, any group large enough, such as a company or an apartment building, needs to have a handful of people with some training in emergency procedures for fire escape, so they can guide the rest of the people.”
Ishikawa intrudes “And in countries with higher seismic activities like mine, those procedures also include how to deal with earthquakes for example”
Jorge nods, and takes a deep breath “Look, I’m not going to sugarcoat it. Your threat-assessment skills are horrible, for some reason- No, I think for reasons we’re all acquainted well enough by now, you’re all very likely to jump at shadows, far more than you should. However, your flight responses are part of your nature, trying to fight your nature never, ever works, you always have to work with it.” he’s staring directly at Tunam, who has met his stare with his right eye “So the primary suggestion is to introduce a form of ‘emergency herd lead’ training in organizations so that we’re certain there are individuals capable of keeping command and a lower baseline of chaos during a stampede event as well as further research into better methods of performing such a function”
Tunam doesn’t flinch from the stare “Come on, say it”
“No. As much as I’d love to say something like what you think I will, I’ll be honest. You guys expect to face orbital bombardment threats with enough frequency that civilian bunkers are part of city planning. Not a human alive today could imagine living in this nightmare their entire lives, I’m going to give you some credit here. Plus, in real threat situations as seen in the last video, you have very beneficial threat responses.” Jorge adds
Jorge waits for a few moments, then continues “That concludes the presentation of the early findings and initial measures we’ve identified. It should be noted that this topic will require much further research, preferably from a multidisciplinary group with representatives of multiple species. Though those findings may be applicable at the present our suggestion is that any action taken at this moment be only provisional and on an experimental level until further research can be made”
Onam stands up “Very well, with that I declare the meeting concluded” he takes in a deep breath and sits back down, making an annoyed sound with his voice as he swats his tail to the side “What is it about you humans that you could see all those things?”
Fabia shrugs, sitting more relaxed in her chair “I don’t think it’s something special, we’re just outsiders with a different perspective.”
A loud screeching noise can be heard, and as everyone turns to face Tunam the source of the noise is visible as the hand he had on the table had dug its claws into it “It’s not like we haven’t found out those things before, isn’t it?” he doesn’t seem to be directing his words to anyone in particular
The one-eyed venlil tilts his head to the side “We did have that work group almost fifteen cycles ago. I remember they were considering a suggestion like what we just had right now, but the work group never went anywhere and we never got any real results”
Tunam stands up suddenly, sending his chair scattering “One more to the list I guess…” there’s a tiredness to his voice “I should figure out where they wound up…” he turns around and goes to leave “We’re done here, yes? I should go” and stalks out.
The remaining people in the room look at his exit confusedly, as Ishikawa comes over to turn off the camera the others can be seen leaving.

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2023.06.08 22:55 kefefs_v2 This account has been abandoned

As a direct result of reddit's continued anti-consumer policies and rule enforcement, I am bailing on the platform as a whole and resigning from any mod positions I hold.
I've been here for about 8 years with no issues until my original account was, in February 2023, mass-reported and automatically suspended by reddit for nondescript "multiple, repeat violations". In the four months since, reddit has refused to give me any specific reason for the ban or answer my appeal requests. Eventually I got a canned message saying to make a new account if I wanted to continued using reddit.
I did exactly that, as recommended by reddit itself, only to find out that now they're rolling out new "ban evasion" tools designed to target people with multiple accounts, especially those who've been suspended before. Incidentally, I was mistakenly banned from one of my favourite subreddits after tripping a filter that made the mods think I was a ChatGPT bot. During their review of my situation they decided that they wouldn't be lifting my ban on that subreddit even though I'm not a bot, because I had been previously suspended by reddit and they don't want "ban evaders" in their sub.
Fair enough on them, this is a problem with reddit, not those mods. How are you going to allow people to mass report members, ignore their appeals for review, tell them to make new accounts, then encourage mods to ban those accounts from their communities? Reddit's complete lack of transparency and penchant for mixed messages has killed any and all faith I had in the platform.
Between that policy nonsense and the recent push to kill all third party apps it's clear to me that reddit isn't a place I want to contribute to anymore. Here's hoping to some sort of competitor appearing in the near future. If that ever happens, I'll see you there.

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2023.06.08 22:32 NugsandNonsense If theres a dog your unsure of, why go out of your way to approach it?? (Rant)

I need to rant a little bit here.. my dog is reactive but we always go to great lengths to keep the situation calm but controlled when we go out. He is a pitbull/australian cattle dog mix and yes he does look a decent amount like a pittie. I understand there is a stigma around the breed, which is all the more reason I do my best to keep enough distance between us and strangers so that he sees them, gets used to them being around, but there is no reactivity out of him and the people are not bothered by us. Today I took him to a park with a huge grass field. Ill admit I took him there to play ball so he was off-leash at certain points, but this was only when there was nobody near us so I know he wont have an issue with his recall. If anyone came really into view I leash him instantly and go back to giving treats while letting him watch, or as we walk away if they are getting closer. We have a strict routine to avoid any incidents. That being said, there was this older lady that came to the park like 30 min after we were already there and right away she is staring us down. She walks around a little but keeps an eye on us and circles back around. She keeps moving a bench/table closer to us so of course we keep moving further back. We do our routine so he is on a leash at this point and I have his focus on me because she starts to make me feel uneasy so I dont want him to acknowledge her. She continues to the point that we just have to leave the shaded area with the tables and we walk all the way across the field to where I can hardly see her. She finally stops, seems that she found a place to sit so I go back to playing with my dog. A couple minutes later of her seeming chill enough, she stands up again and I can tell shes staring at us again, It actually looked like she may have been recording us, she was still very far away though so im not worried, either shes being uptight or she thinks hes cute and is just interested, I couldnt really tell and theres no sign that says dogs have to be leashed, shes still across the field, and my dog was actually behaving beautifully today, I was very proud, so we just minded our business and kept it up. On my last throw though, right before we left anyways, I hear her YELLING and I can just make out something like 'dont you dare throw that over here, keep your dog away', etc. She was still staring at us and no one else was even around so im sure it was yelled at us but im just so confused because shes like almost a football field away from us and from when she started watching and following us to now, its been like 40 min. Ive been throwing the ball in the same direction the whole time too (nowhere near her) but for some reason after pushing us out from where we first were and wasting her own time watching us she feels the need to start yelling. Shes still so far though and I could hardly hear her, were leaving anyways, so I ignore her for another 2 minutes while I leash my dog and he rolls around in the grass one more time. This lady starts walking towards us again! She had to be actually trying to provoke us because I can not think of one thing we had done to bother her. Anyways we keep our cool and start walking out. Shes still following but this is where it gets funny because we try to mind our business but this other random guy says hi, compliments my dog, and he has 3 large dogs off leash, im nervous because they do start to approach but I give him my little warning and he says he totally understands all that but regardless my dog actually does amazing, they do come up to us but he gets along with this dudes dogs and lets the dude pet him! I am so so happy at this point and we start talking about the dogs, mines still leashed but his are off-leash and now were chillin with 4 large dogs. The lady thats watching us is instantly out matched so she stops in her tracks but is totally just glaring at us. Shes clearly seeing that my dog seems "friendly" too since hes having a good interaction and were just minding our own business still, but there she stands, hands on her hips, shes giving us a look like 'HOW DARE THESE PEOPLE' now I have no doubt that she was gonna go full "karen" on us if we stayed, didnt run into the cool dude, and let her get any closer initially, but I still have no idea why and I am just dumbfounded that she went through all of that effort for I dont even know why! If she would have approached me the way she was trying to, my dog would have freaked out, she would have caused a lot more issues and to what, yell at me that I was getting my young, energetic dog exercise?? The ONLY thing I can think of is that shes one of the people that just hates/doesnt understand pitbulls in general cause there is nothing we did to show her there would be any issue... this is NOT the first time this has happened to us either, theres MULTIPLE other occasions. Some people have fully approached us, I had to record one lady doing so because she was getting that heated and my dog was getting very uncomfortable so I felt I needed proof she initiated it. If there is a dog your unsure of, avoid/ignore it! I genuinely do not understand why people feel the need to approach the dog they are scared of or do not like just to tell the owner that. Especially since she saw me working with him for almost a freaking hour! Its not like hes running loose out of control, and since he is reactive, her going out of her way to approach us would have made us look bad, because he would understandably react to this crazy lady coming up fast and yelling at us, its ridiculous! Its hard to take my dog out, but not always because of his reactivity, its the reactive people we run into too! I also just want to add, its not like Im aggressively calling or grabbing my dog to leash up, I do so very calmly to avoid giving people the idea that he may be dangerous or whatever, I try my best to calmly leash him as if we are just going to casually move along.

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2023.06.08 22:26 cornisagrass High Contrast Summer

I recently had a color consultation with Donna Fujii. She typed me as a High Contrast Summer which is not in the standard 12 season analysis. After years of getting 50/50 deep autumn and deep winter and feeling they never fit, this is the first season description that finally feels like it clicks. Donna also said this season is the most mischaracterized, which made my endless flip flopping feel validated.
High contrast summers are typically saturated, but not deep or bright. Contrast is stronger than a soft summer, but not nearly as strong as a winter. They often have a mix of warm and cool tones e.g. - cool rosy undertone with a yellow overtone. Often burn, then tan deeply. - dark blue eyes possibly with warm brown ring or brown eyes - medium to dark brown hair that’s ashy at the roots but can burn out in the sun to have golden or auburn highlights
Kate Middleton is a possible example of this type. She’s been typed as a soft summer, but I think she looks better in more saturated colors. She also can dye her hair warm and wear some warmer colors well, especially in the daytime or summer months when her skin is more tan (yellow overtones). The confusion in the comments of this thread is a good example of how this type is mischaracterized since they are more changeable.
So… Kate Middleton?
What really surprised me about this seasonal type is how affected it is by time of day or year. In the warm months I tan deeply and the sun highlights my hair gold and auburn. Especially in the middle of the day I can wear orange, green, and brown as long as they are saturated. At night when my hair highlights aren’t visible or in the winter when my skin is a very pale and rosy, the deeper cool colors of a true summer work best.
This analysis also confirmed that light colors rarely look good other than a crisp white. Warm lights are corpse like, but even cool lights are too washed out and tired looking. The skin has both a lot of hemoglobin (cool rosy undergone) and melanin (warm yellow overtone) so finding colors that match that strong saturation is more important than cool vs warm.
I know some of this is kind of controversial since hair color makes a bigger difference for this type, skin overtone can dominate undertone in the right conditions, and it’s a summer that can have brown eyes. Not to mention that it’s not one of the standard 12 seasons. But this is the first color analysis that made sense to me and I finally feel like I understand the reasoning for all the very weird inconsistencies I kept noticing. Hopefully it helps!

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2023.06.08 21:50 acbrown28 Considering a dog - need advice!

Hi all! I’ve been a lurker here for a while and I’d love some input from y’all as I’m trying to decide if I’m ready to adopt a dog.
For context, I’m a 23F recent college graduate about to start my first 9-5. I just moved into a place that seems perfect for a dog. It’s 3 beds, 1.5 baths, fenced in yard, minutes from two dog parks (even though if I do adopt, I’m going to avoid off leash dog parks). Tons of space (~1200 sf) and I’m the only one living here. There’s no breed restrictions or pet limit either! I have two cats who are both dog friendly, and more than enough room so that every pet can have their own space. It seems like every single one of my neighbors has at least one dog too, so I’d have some community support!
I’ll have more than enough money to be able to afford all the vet bills/supplies/etc. I have also been fostering for a local shelter on and off for years, so I have an accumulation of supplies already. While I have never owned my own dog, I grew up with them and have been an avid volunteer for a few different shelters and even a vet clinic.
I also have family close by, so if I needed someone to watch him/her for a weekend I have that covered.
My concern is that I’m still very young and I don’t want to adopt a dog and give it an awful quality of life. Realistically, I’ll be working 9-5 and living on my own for at least the next few years. I’d be able to come home during lunch and let him/her out for potty breaks, but that’s a lot of time to be home alone. Not to mention there may be nights that I’d want to go out for dinner or drinks (not often as I’m pretty introverted, maybe 3-4 times a month?). I’m hoping for any advice from single dog owners who have full time jobs!!
If I were to adopt, I’d definitely go for an older (above 2 years) shelter dog who is cat tested. I’m leaning towards a pitty/pit mix because they are everywhere in shelters around me. I have always loved dogs and have wanted one for as long as I can remember, but I’m very concerned that I’m doing this selfishly. I’m also aware of the overpopulation crisis in my area, and the fact that dogs near me are being put down every day because there aren’t enough adopters.
TLDR: Is it more selfish to adopt a dog while working a 9-5 and living alone, or not adopt and let one more dog be put down in a shelter?

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2023.06.08 21:38 Penetrative Quest to find a No Math way of Eating.

I can't quite put my finger on exactly what it is that I want. I was hoping I could get an assist from the group here.
Im very familiar with counting calories, its pretty much the only thing that has every worked for me.
But I can't quite put my finger on why I don't want to do it any more. I guess im just so over it, burned out. I've got hundreds & hundreds of memorized calorie counts in my head. Its to the point where if calories are brought up in just about any capacity I can regurgitate how many calories are in it atleast ball park if not exactly.
My coworker walked in with a chicken strip basket from DQ & said something like, "this can't be good for me" and I was like, "Ooof, ya thats like 1300 calories."...I hate myself for this. I don't even hear food names in my brain. Someone would be like, "You want a banana?" & I hear, "You want a 100 calories?"...Then if I don't know it, I WANT to know it. Ill be at a friends house & maybe taking a mental break from counting calories, im eating some chips or whatever & Ill think, "I wonder if these chips have a similar calorie count as the tortilla chips I like or if they are more? Was it 130 for 12 chips, or was it for 18 chips? I should have never changed brands, im getting all mixed up."...
My point is when I feel burnt out & want to take a break from calorie counting...I still cant...my memory kicks in & I can't seem to shut it off. So I think, well, im still not weighing things or starring at the label & asking Alexa a bunch of math problems & conversions so its still like taking a rest. But what's happening is that I still feel like im counting calories & just doing a poor job of it. Resulting in nearly the same amount of mental effort with way less results.
I want to try something else for a while.
I just don't know what.
Im against eliminating food groups. I used to do Paleo, Atkins & Keto & was even a Vegetarian way back in the day...none of that fits my lifestyle. I need to be able to eat whatever I want, but in moderation. Its much easier for me to eat less of something than its is to deny myself it entirely.
In my quest to find an alternative to counting calories...the only thing that keeps popping up is Weight Watchers. I have recently been clobbered with their newest advertising as well. I searched for WW posts on this sub & read a few that were mostly not supportive of it. Soooo....any suggestions for me?

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2023.06.08 21:36 ElYewii Semper Imperialis - [Ch. 6]

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March 22, 2019
After exiting the Sergeants office I headed to where mom and Miranda were waiting for me.
“Why did you stay?” asked mom who looked a fair bit and understandably concerned.
“Oh uh- just asking her something.” I said not wanting to worry them, which you could argue, how effective that was.
“Fucking aliens.” Miranda hissed while looking around there weren’t any of them around to hear her.
“Language!” mom said in a screaming whispering volume, not happy with the way her daughter was talking.
“Mom right now I don’t give three shits about my language, what I care is about those purple fucks invading our planet.” Said while pointing at the space surrounding us.
“Maybe you should lower your voice a little at least.” I said while looking at the people from the front desk starring our way even though she wasn't loud it was so quiet that you could hear a snail move.
“What about you huh? How many did you fuck already? Is that why you love talking to them so much?" Miranda said while making gestures with her head while having her arms crossed
“ENOUGH, WE ARE GOING TO THE ROOM.” mom screamed, it wasn’t unusual for her to scream, that was more of dad’s job.
After getting to the room the verbal brawl resumed.
“You shouldn’t even talk to those purple fucks, but maybe you already dipped the pen in the purple ink.”
“Can you shut the fuck up? At least once?” I said already fed up.
“Alright what in the God’s name is going on with your two, I have never heard y’all argue like this.” Mom said in a concerned tone but also mixed with her angry one.
“The problem is that the mister here present, is too bothered to hear me talking about those beasts outside, so it gets me to the conclusion that he’s been sleeping with them.”
Mom stared at her for a couple of seconds before looking at me with a phase that genuinely scared me, it was a mix of shock, anger, and disgust, I’ll never forget it that I’m sure.
“Jeriel Samuel Alvarez Mejia, please tell me that’s not true.” she said in the verge of tears.
“Of course I didn’t, she’s lying as always, every single fucking time she just either jumps straight to conclusions or straight up lies about everything, everything in order for her to be out of trouble, don’t let me remind you the time I was blamed and punished for breaking a window when I was at the summer camp 3 hours AWAY.”
“And if someone needs to be scolded for having sex SHE is the one that needs to be.” I said while pointing at her, I remember they would always put her first, unless it was for things that were not enjoyable, she could get not so great grades, while if I got anything under a B I had brought shame and disappointment to the family, I remember crying in my room when dad would take all my stuff away and then proceed to trauma dump on me retelling the story of the shitty life he had before becoming successful.
“What do you mean?” mom said while turning to her, adding tears to the mix “WHAT DOES HE MEAN?”
Miranda stayed quiet avoiding moms stare “Oh I’ll tell you what I mean, she’s been sneaking his boyfriend in for about 9 months now, I never said anything because I didn’t see point in it, it would somehow bounce back and be my fault somehow.” I said as I turned to be received by the room phone in the head.
“AHH FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?” I screamed as I grabbed my head.
"COME HERE YOU LITTLE SH-" as I was going to pick up speed I was stopped by mom who did her best to try and hold me back
“You mad that your fucking lie fell apart?” I told her as she backed away.
“ENOUGH, ENOUGH BOTH OF YOU!” she still found a way to include me into this.
“Miranda sweetie what’s going on?” see what I mean?
“What’s going on is that we’ve been invaded by fucking aliens and this piece of shit in front of me wants to defend them and get mad when THEY ARE THE REASON THAT DAD IS DEAD!”
Then everything got quiet.
“You know what? As far as I remember the aliens didn’t kill dad, he was live and well before the navy decided to vaporize him into oblivion.”
“And that was in their damn right, it’s like judging a person for using their gun to defend their home against a robber.” Miranda bit back.
“More like the husband killing his wife because one he has shitty ass fucking aim and two because he used a fucking shotgun to shoot the robber despite his wife being right next to the robber.”
“And now we have to move fucking somewhere else because some damn General MacArthur wanted to be a hero and get a stupid little medal for saving earth?”
As Miranda prepared to answer back mom cut her short “I’M DONE WITH BOTH OF YOU, DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD HAS IT BEING FOR ME, NOT JUST YOUR DADS DEATH, BUT ALSO MY HUSBAND'S? THAT NOW I NEED TO CARE FOR YOU BOTH ON MY OWN? THAT WE DONT HAVE A HOUSE OR A PLACE TO LIVE ANYMORE THAT BY THE GRACE OF GOD THEY ARE AT LEAST LETTING US GO SOMEWHERE ELSE AND NOT HAVE US TRAPPED HERE? I DO AND ITS DRIVING ME CRAZY SO I WOULD APPRECIATE SOME COLLABORATION FROM YOU TWO AND STOP ARGUING FOR TEN MINUTES, TEN MINUTES IS ALL I ASK.”
As we were both heading out we heard mom say between tears “Miranda I need to talk to you.” We looked at each other before she turned back, I exited and entered my own room because even though it was 11:00 AM I needed a nap to allow my brain to process what had happened today, but before that I had to get a band aid for my bruise.
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March 22-30, 2019
Things had been well... Things, after the fight and talking to Miranda mom came into my room to talk to me about everything, guess it went relatively well, I guess we all just had that buried inside, this was actually kind of a usual thing you know? this kind of fights between us two, minus the phone to the head obviously, but I still love them would do anything for them, but yeah this time we cranked it up to a new level, my relationship with Miranda had been rocky at best, we hadn't really talked for the past week, under the umbrella of new and/or different things that happened this week, breakfast changed, I knew it was bound to happen, so we've been eating what I assume are alien MRE's, that to be honest are not that bad, needs more salt though, maybe I should expect alien food to be different, and that explains the love for maple syrup, but one question stuck with me, if this was their "food" then how sweet are their deserts? another option is that this is just how the MRE's taste, maybe homemade food was different.
But anyways, I had been also having small talks with Delara here and there nothing too serious, but today was the day we were supposed to see Sergeant Lyria to get our IDs, there were just some regular questions, got our photos taken that this time I made sure to look good, despite the bruise on my forehead, I had to give many explanations, if I didn't want them to arrest Miranda, they seem to be really protective of males, but all in all I looked good in the picture, way better than any other I had taken before, and the IDs themselves were purple as most things seemed to be, that got me wondering what if we made our things on the skin tone scale, like they do to purple, or maybe it was another reason that wasn't so weird, I'll have to ask that next chance I get, but yeah in general terms things were... ok.
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I was laying down in the sofa of the hotel lobby, again I was reading, then I sit up as I see Delara coming my way "Hey Jeriiel."
Well at least she says it properly now or at least close to it, "Hi Delara." I said as I raised my fist to fist bump her which she had explained to me that it was the equivalent of handshakes.
"How are you doing?" she asked, her pronunciation having a substantial improvement.
"I'm doing fine, what about you?"
"Doing well, but how about your mother and sister, are things ok now?" she asked while sitting in the chair in front of the sofa across from the little coffee table, she had been checking up on me whenever she had the chance.
"Doing better, though mom is a little stressed with the moving thing, understandably so." I responded
"How about you though? heard y'all were also moving?" I asked sipping from a bottle of water.
"Oh yeah they stablished base and we live in two weeks, just enough to say goodbye." Delara said maybe with a little bit of sadness in her voice.
"I guess." I said a little sad that I wouldn't see my friend anymore, maybe she was an alien invader but I still considered my friend, and believe me that is something a needed quite a bit
Then we saw Miranda and mom coming back from a walk, with the lockdown lifted the first thing we did was walk somewhere, we have never been in North Carolina, what we did notice was the atmosphere felt weird, not the atmosphere as in the actual gas surrounding the planet but more in the vibes people gave, there some sketchy characters for sure, and some other people who clearly didn't like the new people, there were arrests, shootings, and other things I can't remember at the moment, I didn't know how their government worked or what laws they had, but if they took away guns, I couldn't not feel bad for whoever was put in charge of the south, long days were ahead of them.
"Bendición ma." I said as they walked through the door, "How did it go?"
"Really good actually, the weather is cooler now." she said while looking at me then noticed Delara sitting down.
"Oh uh- h- hello, D- De- Delara."
"Hi Mrs. M- Me- Mejia." she said while waving, to which my mom waved back.
"I'm going to the room." said Miranda avoiding Delara as much as possible
"I think I should go with her." said mom as she waved goodbye
**sigh* "*Hope things can get better." I said while returning to my book.
"I'm sure they will, me and my siblings fight all the time, and in the worst cases we are back to normal after a week or two." Delara said trying to support me.
"Yeah, I don't think this falls under the same category but thanks." I said as the communicator in her helmet buzzed
\Buzz* *buzz**
"I have to go." Delara said as she stoop up and fist bumped me, putting her helmet on and heading out
'At least she knows how to use I now'
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WONDER WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IN THE NEXT CHAPTER? TUNE IN NEXT TIME TO GET YOUR ANSWERS
Surprise chapter, I guess?
I was feeling inspired and couldn't wait to post it next week.
As always any suggestions and corrections are welcomed.
Thanks again.

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2023.06.08 21:01 Chieffelix472 Campion's Quest Guide for everyone since it's free right now

Note: Some of the stuff in this doc is irrelevant because the Champion's Quest is free every game. The whole token system can be ignored. Big thanks to my friends who help create this doc with me. Happy nuking everyone!

Champion’s Quest

Intro

The goal is to find three elements, deposit them into the nuclear canister at the bomb site, arm the bomb, and secure the location until it goes off.

Mechanics

Qualification

You need to place in 1st place five games in a row on either Battle Royal Quads, Trios, Duos, Solo. You can mix and match which modes are used but whichever you choose 5 consecutive games must be won. Your match history must show 5 wins in a row under “Battle Royal”.
As of 06/08/2023 everyone has a token every game. No qualification is needed.

Token System

Completing qualification will grant you a Champion’s Quest Token. When playing another game of Warzone, this token allows you, and ONLY YOU, the ability to see three Champion’s Quest Contracts at the start of the match. All players with a token in your squad will see the locations of the contracts.
Whoever picks up the contract consumes their token and the quest begins.

Steps to Complete the Champion’s Quest

Step 0) Determine if you need to pull out of the game and reset

Look for a Champion's Quest Contract near the center of the first circle, anything besides that and your chance of completing the quest goes significantly down. Because it's free just pull out of the game and re-queue for a better chance.

Step 1) Start the quest

Once committed to the game the first step is to start the quest. When the game begins, there will be three golden icons scattered throughout the map. A player with a Champion’s Quest Token can interact with one which will begin the quest and inform the lobby that someone is attempting the Champion’s Quest. No location-specific information is shared with the lobby at this point.
Update: Since it's free and EVERYONE is going for the quest you need to land there first and grab it. Once grabbed immediately run away and survive! You'll have time to regain and get loadout before even needing to pick up the BE element.

Step 2) Find and acquire the elements

This step requires finding three elements and picking them up. The first element is revealed ~10 seconds after starting the quest (ie. completing Step 1). The first element’s location will be somewhat close to the location of the contract you activate, so the icon you choose of the three makes a difference. The second and third elements are each revealed ~10 seconds after picking up the previous element.
An element being “revealed” means its location is shown as a large circular area that must be searched to find its exact location (similar to Intel contracts). These location indicators are not shown to the lobby, and initially the elements can only be picked up by a team member.
Each element has a unique (negative) effect associated with its acquisition:

Beryllium (Be): Picking up Be causes its location to be shown to the entire lobby (similar to how a ‘most wanted’ contract is shown to the lobby). While you are holding Be, your location is revealed. If you drop it, its location continues to be revealed, but you can move without the lobby knowing where you are. This is the worst debuff by far.
Plutonium (Pu): Picking up Pu causes it to emit radiation that damages you while holding it. Nearby players have their vision distorted as well. Additionally, it damages any vehicles you enter while holding it.
Tritium (T): Picking up T scrambles the radar of you and any players near you and disables vehicles. This means you won’t have access to your tac map or minimap. Have to leg this one over - no LTV.

Once all three elements are picked up, a jailbreak is triggered. (Not confirmed anymore since they changed the circle timings--a.k.a Gulag closing time-- in S3.)

Step 3) Locate the bomb site

~Halfway through the 4th circle, the bomb site’s location will be revealed. Shortly after it is revealed, a plane will fly over and drop a nuclear canister. It lands ~30 seconds after the icon appears. You have five minutes from this point to arm the nuke. Multiple teams on the Champion's Quest all have the same nuclear canister. The first team to deposit their 3 elements and arm the nuke cancel the quest for the others.
It is possible the location of the nuclear canister is in the gas due to a zone-split. When this happens, the circle is guaranteed to merge back around the canister.

Step 4) Arm the nuke

Once the nuclear canister has landed, you next must deposit all three elements into it, then arm it. You deposit the elements by interacting with the canister while the elements are in your inventory. Once all three elements are in it, you next must arm the canister. You do this by again interacting with it, but you need to hold ‘interact’ for ~10 seconds (similar to planting a bomb in S&D).

Step 5) Defend the nuke

After the nuke is armed, a 2-minute timer begins. To win, two things need to happen:

Your squad does not get wiped.
The bomb is not defused.

The bomb can be defused by any player who interacts with it, so it must be defended. It takes an enemy player 10 seconds of interaction to defuse the bomb.
After arming the nuke, if conditions 1 & 2 are satisfied but the game ends due to there being no more enemy teams, the nuke will immediately detonate resulting in a win.

Timings

Champion’s Quest begins immediately when the game starts
Elements
- Be is revealed ~10 seconds after activating the quest
- Pu is revealed ~10 seconds after picking up Be
- T is revealed ~10 seconds after picking up Pu
Bomb site location is revealed ~halfway through the 4th circle. That’s when the UI shows a white ‘4’ with ~30 seconds remaining. It lands ~30 seconds later when the white turns to red
- The nuke must be armed within 5 minutes of its location reveal
- Placing elements into the canister is instant
- Arming takes ~10 seconds of interaction
- Note that you only need to start arming within 5 minutes (eg. if you start after 4 minutes and 55 seconds, you will finish arming at 5 minutes and 5 seconds, but that’s okay)
You must defend the nuke for 2 minutes after it is armed
- It takes enemies ~10 seconds to defuse the nuke

Strategy

Everyone tries to be the first one to the champions quest contract and grab it. Once grabbed escape from that area immediately and loot up somewhere safe. Attempt to secure the vehicles listed below.
An LTV -- This is needed to transport the Be element safely to the canister. Other vehicles work but aren't as safe. Try to secure an LTV. They then do a typical strategy of trying to get money/prepare to secure a stronghold.
A light helo - This is used to secure a stronghold + blacksite. The movement speed of the light helo helps get to a stronghold first, which give a key to complete the black site.
-- EXTREMELY IMPORTANT -- All four players then try to rat/hold a strong location just as they would when on a normal streak game, while also keeping the Be location safe from enemy players. They do this for as long as possible, until either 1) the gas is going to obscure the Be, or 2) the bomb site location is revealed. At that point, someone takes the Be and takes it to the bomb site ASAP, ideally before the lobby realizes what’s going on and before they have time to get to the bomb site themselves.
By the time the Be has been deposited into the nuclear canister, Pu will have been revealed. Find and pick it up and deposit it into the canister when it appears safe to do so. You want to be holding the element for as little time as possible, so wait to pick it up until you’re confident you’re ready to go. Then do the same with T.
Ideally once T is deposited, the depositor would then immediately begin arming the nuke while their teammates throw smokes for cover.
The following items are of more importance for the Champion’s Quest win:

Smoke Grenades
- Every player should have at least 2 (in a backpack is fine).
- Used to move to/from the nuclear canister or arm the nuke safely.
- Do NOT throw smokes near the nuclear canister AFTER it has been armed. That's only giving other players cover as they attempt to defuse.
Thermal Optics
- Used to see through smokes
- Important so you can actually shoot someone attempting to defuse in the smoke
Mortar Strike
- Provides ~20 seconds of AoE denial around the nuclear canister.
- Used to deter enemies from moving on the canister to defuse it or used to down players near it.
Precision Airstrike
- Similar to the Mortar Strike but this provides a guaranteed interruption to the defuse attempt.
Advanced UAV
- Gives locations of ALL enemies which guarantees no one is attempting a defuse.
- Let us kill/avoid enemies by knowing their exact location.
- This should be used for the defense of the armed nuclear canister.
- Or this can be used during the migration of the Be/Pu/T elements. All enemy squads will know the Be carrier’s exact location so knowing where all of the enemies are lets you avoid them and deliver the Be element safely to the canister.
UAV
- Used to secure the Pu and T elements safely.

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2023.06.08 21:00 zigtuary Airborne Manhattan Project Titanium Frame/Carbon Fork

Hi all,
This is an Airborne Manhattan project, titanium frame with carbon fork. Description indicates "just refurbished with new Dura Ace chainrings, chain, cassette, and bar tape. Dura Ace and Ultegra 9 speed mixed group. Salsa cowbell bars, Niner Carbon seatpost, Roval wheelset. ". It looks like it has Ultegra FD, Dura Ace RD, Ultegra shifters and breaks. I believe this bike is from early 2003 or so.
Photos: https://imgur.com/a/IQYVHpJ
Listed for $1,100. What do you think of this price?

Aside: whichbike redditors & mods, I'm unsure of etiquette on this subreddit. Let me know if there is a better way to post questions on several bikes. Thanks!

https://preview.redd.it/xur114wbdu4b1.jpg?width=1200&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=1856d33e98f11a0c2ec7a6503725108423a4d256

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2023.06.08 21:00 hexedhexagon I'm struggling with feeling like my partner isn't taking my sobriety seriously.

This March I decided to stop drinking.
I wasn't a constant drinker, but I used to use alcohol as a coping mechanism when times were tough (and they were very tough very frequently), though even when I drank for 'fun' I frankly didn't have my drinking under control.
My lowest point were a couple months in 2021/2022 during which I drank between one and two bottles of wine nearly every day.
So this March after a night spent blacked out after too many cosmopolitans I decided that it was time for me to quit.
I told my partner about this. I'd already told them about the 2021/2022 wine drinking. I remember them being a bit shocked about it. They were also with me that awful cosmopolitan night and took care of me while I was completely out of it. They witnessed first hand my inability to control my drinking.
Yet one day not too long after that decision they told me that I was going to have to drink with them this summer, because there's this one drink that's sooo delicious and refreshing. I asked them why I had to. Their response - because it's so gooood.
I told them off. I told them that there was a reason that I quit drinking. I told them they were being disrespectful. I told them that I never even considered trying to make them break their vegan diet, so why would they think it'd be okay to make me break my sobriety? I reminded them of the 2021/2022 thing. They didn't remember me having told them about it before. Hokay??
A while later they again started texting me about that drink that they'd talked about earlier and how good it was. When I complained they said that they weren't trying to seduce me into drinking, they were just making conversation.
There was another incident a couple weeks ago at a large store where I panicked when we went through the liquor and wine isles and just kinda speed walked through them to get the heck outta there, and they didn't seem to notice at all that I was overwhelmed and made me walk through the section again to take a different 'better' route through the supermarket. I have mixed feelings about this because on the one hand I should have communicated better in the situation, but on the other hand I wish they would take some initiative to be supportive and thoughtful in regards to my sobriety.
I know that it is my responsibilty to take care of myself, to communicate my needs and boundaries and to handle my sobriety, but I really wish I had some more support that I don't have to beg for.

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2023.06.08 20:54 Jeff5704 Weekly CONElysis Report ❤️ FirstMate

Currently on the twelve hour chart there is a Bearish cross on moving averages with MACD and Stochastic RSI holding onto Bearish Sentiment but considering the buying pressure that came in at these levels creating the shooting star potential on the candle there are chances of a return of long term Bullish sentiment. But until the candle is near to closing or closed this is an unconfirmed shooting star.
Twelve Hour Chart
On this chart I’ve used Fibonacci Trends to try and predict potential paths and buying and selling pressures zones. Currently this is showing CONE right in the middle of short term accumulation zones.
Twelve Hour with Fibonacci
On the Daily Chart prices are trying to brake above moving averages and create a Bullish cross but have been rejected three times showing heavy selling pressure at these resistance levels. But also good buying pressure at the support levels as well.
Daily Chart
This chart also shows CONE in the middle some short of accumulation zones but below the recent bullish pattern that brought CONE to these recent highs. If long light to moderate Bullish sentiment continues CONE could continue to the next green and blue zones to the right of the orange zone if Bearish momentum continues CONE could follow the current orange channels to the down side.
Daily with Fibonacci
On the weekly chart CONE is currently following the upper edges of the Bollinger Bands but at this time slightly on the inside. Moving averages on this chart are to the right side currently you can see CONE price at in the red with red dotted line. Short term moving averages are in the green with average moving averages in the orange and long term moving averages in the darker orange. The blue prices are the edges of the Bollinger Bands which are considered current best case and worst case prices for CONE. But since there is currently strong Bullish momentum on the weekly chart there is a chance for a new breakout above the Bollinger Bands but this will most like take a few weeks to develop if it happens.
Weekly Chart
CONE right in the middle of long term accumulation zone with heavy buying and selling pressure on both sides of the main orange channel. The small orange channels to the upside and down sides are the current trends I could find for best Bullish and Bearish scenarios. The next zones coming out that are mixed with blues on top of the main long term orange channel are potential average bearish sentiment paths and the green mixing in the upper side of the main long term orange channel are potential average bullish sentiment paths.
Weekly Chart With Fibonacci

A big zoom out on the weekly. ;)
Notice that CONE has no MACD or Stochastic RSI data at this time that is how new CONE is. Moving averages only have one Bullish cross total and Bollinger Bands only showed up in March.
Weekly Chart
Weekly Chart with Fibonacci
P.s I am self taught and if anyone sees anything in these charts and opinions that looks off please I would appreciate constructive criticism to help me learn more or different opinions.
Happy CONE Day!!!!

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