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So recently I’ve gotten into a relationship, we’ve been dating for about a year now & recently agreed to officially be together. I’m 25 he’s 29. Works in tech sales etc Since the first day I met him he told me he doesn’t like woman who are “independent or overly independent” women who have the don’t need a Man mentality. fast forward to last week he told me whenever I need something make sure to ask & he got me. Fast forward to this week. I started a new job downtown and I haven’t been driving because of parking. Just taking the public transportation. Today I didn’t feel like dealing with the hassle of the bus so I texted him saying baby can you send me $20 for Uber that was $40. He started texting me things like you don’t have $40 to Uber yourself home? Why are you unprepared etc. and that completely pissed me off because why are you telling me to let you know when I need something and then when I do you make me feel bad for asking. Why do you always tell me you don’t like independent women and then when a woman decides to be a little bit less independent by asking you to help her with something you make her feel bad for asking. I got upset to the point where I told him to never communicate with me again because it seems like he’ll tell me he’s there for me but when I ask for something so small it’s a big issue I would of respected him telling me just no versus talking shit to me for asking obviously I have the money but I just want help for my man sometimes I’m not asking him to pay my rent or bills. Just be a man of your words. Did I over react? I just really hate dating men who can’t do little things for me especially because I don’t ask for too much. I decided to tell one of my guy friends that I didn’t wanna deal with the bus I wanted to Uber home and he immediately sent me the whole $40. Makes me feel sad that a guy I’m in a relationship with can’t do that for me but a friend can.

In the pursuit of personal gain, human greed often blinds us to the broader implications of our actions. We become fixated on acquiring more, driven by a relentless desire to climb the ladder of success, wealth, and status. Exploiting those who are vulnerable and desperate, willing to do anything to improve their lives can lead to consequences that not only impact society at large but also our personal environment. In this story, Robert Nelson is about the experience of the consequences of his greed that will stay with him forever like haunting echoes.
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Naya Redbird, a Native American woman with long, dark hair and bright eyes, stood in her front yard surrounded by a crowd of people. She was holding a bundle of herbs in her hand and talking passionately about their healing properties.
The people were amazed by Naya's knowledge and enthusiasm. They could see the genuine care and passion in her eyes, and they felt hopeful that this herb could be the answer they had been looking for.
"As Native Americans, we have always turned to nature to heal ourselves here, in British Columbia," Naya explained, her voice carrying across the street. "And this herb in particular is a gift from the Earth herself. It can heal anyone and anything."
The passer-bys had stopped in their tracks upon hearing Naya's words. Some of them were sick and in pain, and they looked at her with a mix of hope and skepticism. As Naya continued to speak, more and more people gathered around her. There were those who suffered from joint pain, leg pain, and even a blind person who was looking for a cure. Naya listened intently to each person's story.
One woman in a wheelchair rolled up closer to Naya and asked, "Can this herb really help me? I've been in this chair for years and nothing has worked."
Naya smiled warmly and replied, "Come here, please. But before we begin, what is your name?"
"I'm Elena," the woman replied.
"Nice to meet you, Elena. Now, let me see what I can do," Naya said as she reached for a small herb from her bag.
She spread some dried leaves onto Elena's legs, which had been paralyzed for years. The two women waited in silence as the herb worked its magic, and then suddenly, Elena's legs started to twitch and shake.
A few moments later, Elena stood up from her wheelchair, her eyes wide with amazement. "I can walk!" she exclaimed, tears streaming down her face.
The people who had gathered around them gasped in shock and amazement at the sight before them.
"I can't believe it," one person murmured. "She's been in that wheelchair for years."
Naya smiled at Elena and said, "I'm so glad I could help you. Now go and enjoy your newfound freedom."
Then, a young girl led by her mother approached Naya. The girl was wearing sunglasses and she held a white cane in her hand.
Naya looked at the girl and asked gently, "What is your name, my dear?"
"My name is Sofia," the girl replied with a hint of trepidation in her voice.
Naya smiled reassuringly, "Don't worry, Sofia. I'm here to help you. Now tell me, how long have you been blind?"
"I've been blind for as long as I can remember," Sofia replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
Naya asked the girl to lie down and, reached into her pocket and took out another portion of dried leaves. She then distributed it to the girl’s closed eyes.
"Close your eyes, Sofia, and relax," Naya instructed.
The girl complied, and Naya began to hum a soft tune as she gently massaged the herb paste into Sofia's eyelids. After a few minutes, she whispered a few words in a language that no one in the crowd could understand.
Suddenly, Sofia's eyes snapped open, and she gasped in surprise. For the first time in her life, she could see.
"I can see! I can see!" Sofia cried out, tears streaming down her face.
The crowd around them erupted in cheers and applause, stunned by the miracle they had just witnessed.
Naya hugged Sofia and whispered, "Go and explore the world, my dear. You have a lot to catch up on."
Sofia hugged Naya back and then ran towards her mother, who was crying tears of joy.
The people around them whispered in awe and admiration at Naya's incredible gift of healing. For them, Naya was nothing short of a miracle worker, and they couldn't wait to see what she would do next.
Matt stood in the midst of the bustling crowd, his eyes darting around anxiously. He needed those herbs for his ailing mother, but he had no idea how to get them. After he figured out his next move, he started walking around the house keeping a low profile so as not to arouse suspicion.
Matt waited for a few minutes, making sure that no one was watching him before he carefully made his way around the back of the house.
The garden was well-tended and beautifully decorated with colorful flowers and exotic plants.
The place was a vibrant tapestry of colors and textures, bursting with life and energy. As Matt stepped into the garden, he was greeted by a riot of colors, ranging from the deep blues of the lupines to the bright reds of the Indian paintbrushes. The garden was alive with the sound of buzzing bees and fluttering butterflies, flitting from flower to flower in a dance of pollination.
The garden was meticulously arranged in a circular pattern, with a central fire pit surrounded by a ring of stones. The fire pit was filled with burning coals, sending up spirals of smoke that drifted lazily through the air. The stones around the pit were arranged in a spiral pattern, each one engraved with intricate symbols and patterns.
The plants in the garden were arranged in a series of raised beds, each one bursting with a different array of plants and herbs. Matt could see rows of corn stalks standing tall, their green leaves rustling in the breeze. He could smell the heady aroma of sage and sweetgrass, their fragrances mingling in the air.
In the center of the garden stood a small teepee, its canvas sides painted with intricate designs and symbols. The door of the teepee was open, and Matt could see a fire burning inside, sending up flickering shadows that danced across the walls.
As he walked deeper into the garden, Matt could feel a sense of reverence and respect for the Native American culture that had created this beautiful space. The garden was a tribute to the land, a celebration of nature's beauty, and a reminder of the wisdom and traditions of the people who had called this place home for generations.
As he walked deeper into the garden, Matt felt a sense of peace and tranquility wash over him. He had always been fascinated by Indian culture, and this garden felt like a little slice of paradise.
And the next moment, Robert noticed what he was looking for in the corner of the garden, there was the mysterious dried plant that Naya had been showing to the people in the street. He looked around carefully and he took three bags with him, he stole them and took them home.
As Robert scanned the garden, his eyes locked onto the object of his search: the dried plant shrouded in an aura of mystery, the same one Naya had been showcasing to the curious onlookers in the street. He surveyed his surroundings with keen attention, ensuring that no prying eyes were upon him, before grabbing hold of the three bags. With a quick, furtive movement, he liberated the plant from its spot and tucked it securely into the bags. Satisfied with his acquisition, Robert promptly departed for home and he already knew what he was going to do with them.
Excitedly, got into his car and headed for Seattle the next day. As he settled into his seat, he couldn't help but think about the event he had planned for the upcoming weekend.
Upon arrival in Seattle, Robert immediately set to work on his preparations. He posted an event on Facebook, advertising himself as a powerful healer capable of curing any ailment. He had even booked a large lecture hall at a local community center for the event.
As he typed away at his laptop, he could feel the anticipation building inside of him. "This is going to be incredible," he murmured to himself.
After he arrived, Robert nervously paced the lecture hall, checking and re-checking the setup. Just as he was about to step on stage, a man in the audience approached him.
"Excuse me, sir," the man said. "I couldn't help but notice your advertisement. Can you really heal anything?"
Robert turned to the man with a confident smile. "Absolutely," he said. "I have a gift that can cure any ailment known to man. I even offer a warranty."
The man looked skeptical. "How much do you charge for a healing?" he asked.
Robert thought for a moment before replying, "One healing for 500 dollars."
The man raised an eyebrow. "That's quite steep," he said. "But if you can really heal anything, it'll be worth it."
Robert nodded, feeling a surge of excitement. "Trust me," he said. "You won't be disappointed."
Robert treated a lot of people during the lecture. He used the dried leaves. But oddly, the leaves did not heal the people immediately as they worked with Naya. This made him nervous but he thought the leaves might work later.
Robert stood on the stage, surrounded by a crowd of people who had come to seek his healing powers. He held the mysteriously dried leaves in his hands, ready to work his magic.
He started treating the people, placing his hands on them and rubbing the leaves on their skin. However, he quickly noticed that the leaves didn't seem to have an immediate effect like they did when Naya used them. Robert felt a twinge of nervousness in his gut.
"Is everything okay?" a woman asked him, noticing the hesitation in his movements.
Robert forced a smile. "Yes, everything is fine," he replied. "It might take a little time for the leaves to work their magic."
He continued treating the people, but as time went on, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Finally, one of the people he had treated approached him with a concerned expression.
"I don't feel any different," the person said.
Robert's heart sank. "Just give it some time, madam," he said.
As the event continued, Robert grew increasingly worried. The dried leaves he had so confidently brought with him seemed to have lost their potency. He couldn't help but wonder what had gone wrong.
After the event, Robert was left alone with the dried leaves. He examined them closely, searching for any signs of damage or decay. But to his surprise, the leaves appeared to be perfectly intact.
"What's going on?" he muttered to himself.
But he did not worry for long because the money that he earned was a lot. More than 8000 dollars. He knew he was going to be rich with these magical plants, whatever they were. He checked into a hotel and the next day he made another event on Facebook that he would heal people.
Despite the initial setback, Robert's spirits lifted as he counted the money he had earned from the event. The total amount was more than 8000 dollars, which was far beyond what he had expected.
Robert smiled to himself, feeling a rush of excitement. "This is just the beginning," he thought. "With these magical plants, I'm going to be rich."
He checked into a luxurious hotel, relishing in the feeling of the crisp sheets and soft pillows. As he lay in bed, he pondered his next move. He knew that he had to make the most of this opportunity while he still could.
The next day, he made another event on Facebook, announcing that he would be holding another healing session.
As Robert was preparing for his next healing session, there came loud and angry knocks on his hotel room door. He hesitantly opened it, only to be met with a horde of people in the hallway, all of them looking very agitated and upset.
"What's going on?" Robert asked, his voice shaking with fear.
"You're a fraud!" one of the people in the crowd shouted. "We're all much sicker than we were before!"
The people who had come to confront Robert looked visibly worse than they had the day before. They appeared pale and weak, with dark circles under their eyes. Some of them were coughing and wheezing, while others were holding their stomachs in obvious pain. It was clear that whatever ailments they had been hoping to cure had not only gone untreated but had worsened after the supposed healing session.
Some of them appeared to be in a state of utter misery, with their bodies wracked by pain and suffering. A woman was clutching her stomach and groaning in agony. Others were struggling to breathe, their chests heaving with each labored inhalation. Many had dark, sunken eyes and pale, clammy skin, and some were even trembling with fever. Robert wondered how those people could come to his hotel. Their anger was probably so strong that it gave them enough energy.
It was clear that whatever ailments they had been hoping to cure had not only gone untreated but had worsened to a dangerous degree after the supposed healing session. Their anger was fueled not only by disappointment and a sense of betrayal but also by a growing sense of desperation as they searched for a cure for their afflictions. The sight of them was enough to make Robert's heart sink with guilt and regret.
Robert's heart sank as he realized what was happening. The people from his previous healing session had come to confront him, and they were not happy.
"We want our money back," another person yelled.
"And we want you to stop scamming people," a third person added.
Robert tried to reason with them, explaining that he had done his best to heal them with the magical leaves. But the people were not in a forgiving mood. They barged into his room, causing chaos and destruction.
“My cancer is worse!” a man said coughing.
As Robert watched in horror, the people ransacked his belongings and demanded that he give them back their money. As the people grew increasingly agitated, Robert could sense that things were about to take a turn for the worse. Suddenly, some individuals who were still in a slightly better condition lunged at him, grabbing him by the collar and slamming him against the wall. Others quickly joined in, pummeling him with fists and kicking him when he fell to the ground. Robert tried to shield himself, but the blows kept raining down on him, each one more painful than the last. He could feel the sting of bruises forming on his face and body, and the taste of blood in his mouth. Despite his attempts to fight back, he was outnumbered and overpowered. The beating seemed to go on forever, until finally, the people grabbed their money and fled the scene, leaving Robert battered and broken on the hotel room floor. The experience left him traumatized and deeply shaken, both physically and emotionally.
After rummaging through his drawers, they left him there without his money.
Robert became very disappointed and drove back to his town, Black Rain. There, he went to Naya’s place. She was in her garden, gardening. She was surprised as a stranger was approaching him. Robert looked terribly beaten up. Then Robert asked why the plants did not work. They made people sicker. Naya was first surprised and realized Robert had stolen the plants. And she told Robert that he should not have stolen the plants. The plants were free. The plants had been guarded by a spirit and he puts a curse on the greedy people.
With a heavy heart, Robert left Seattle and drove back to his hometown of Black Rain. He was a broken man, both physically and emotionally, after the disastrous healing session and subsequent beating. He had lost his faith in the magical healing powers of the dried leaves and felt like a fool for ever believing in them.
When he arrived in Black Rain, he knew that he had to seek out Naya for answers. She was the only one who could explain why the leaves had failed him and why they had made the people he had treated even sicker.
As he approached the garden again, he could see Naya in the distance, tending to her plants. The woman looked up when she saw him approaching, surprised to see him in such a state.
"Robert, what happened to you?" she asked, noticing the bruises and cuts on his face.
"It...it didn’t work," Robert muttered, looking down at his feet.
“What?”
Robert finally broke down and told her everything, from stealing the plants to the disastrous healing session and subsequent beating. Naya listened patiently, her face growing increasingly grave. When Robert finished, she took a deep breath and spoke.
"These plants are guarded by a powerful spirit who probably put a curse on the plants that you used."
“I don’t understand…why?”
As Naya was about to reply, a group of men entered the garden and began to carry large bags filled with the dried plants towards the gate, where they loaded them onto a truck.
“These plants are free for everyone and are being donated. You needn’t have stolen them.”
“So the spirit put a curse on it because I stole it?”
“Not exactly. You don’t understand? You did it for greed. I did it for love.”

I am maybe thinking of getting a printer, I don't really know much about them but have a few projects where one would be useful.
Decided a secondhand unit would be best, to start with anyway. Ender is a brand name I am familiar with so I searched in the local listings for that brand.
Three only. One is a supposedly "only used once" machine, and two others are "brand new, unopened in the box". Links are here, here, and here.
It just seems odd that there are two still in the box for sale. Are they some type of scam? Or grey imports perhaps?
Obviously, I wouldn't part with any money for a sealed box, or even without seeing it working.
Hope this doesn't count as breaking Rule 6...

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I started liking this guy in September of 2022. (I'm gonna call him L) I'm gonna tell you guys some stories that have happened between me and him and you want, you can give me your opinion on all of this.
(btw, I told him I like him in Nov. on text) (ALSO, our homeschool tutorial is only once a week btw)

1. Jan. 5, 2023: So the first real interaction between us happened at a game night for our homeschool tutorial. We were playing "signs" and L was tossing a football around from across the room with his friend. Then, L threw the football at his friend when he wasn't looking and kinda hurt his friend's arm, then L said so randomly "It was Macy!" (I am Macy btw lol) I know it isn't a big deal but it was to me at the time.
2. Jan. 10, 2023: Another story is that his first day at school (he joined halfway through the year) (also I just want say our homeschool tutorial is really small, like there are literally 13 high schoolers) Me and my younger sister are both in art, and so is L. And my sister said that whenever our teacher would say something funny. L would look and me and laugh. Like every time apparently.
3. Jan. 24, 2023: A few weeks later in art, we were making sculptures out of wire, and L said "Macy! Can you give me the wire?" So I slid it across the table and it fell off. It was kinda embarrassing, but after, L said "Well... never mind" while laughing.
4. I told the teacher that I finished my sculpture, and L goes "The mouth needs surgery."
5. Feb. 7, 2023: We made eye contact countless times in art.
6. Feb. 14, 2023: We had a mini conversation at lunch. Also in bible drill class, our teacher was telling us that we were gonna have "bootcamp" (which is a thing at her house to practice) and L turned and looked at me and asked "What's bootcamp?" So I explained it to him and he was like "Alr cool" and then I said "Oh, and there will be food." And he looked at me and laughed. Another thing that happened that day was L was drawing a tattoo on his friend's leg with sharpie, and when he was done he turned to me and asked "Macy, is his new tattoo hot?" so obviously I was like "Yess are you a tattoo artist?".
7. Feb. 21, 2023: Made tons of eye contact again in art.
8. Feb. 28, 2023: In art, L looked at me intensely for so long that I looked at him 3 times before he looked away. In bible drill, L randomly turned to me while talking to his friend and asked me "Macy, do you watch Outerbanks?". Also me, L, L's friend, and my friend were talking, and I said something to my friend and then L's friend said "what?" so I said "I wasn't talking to you." and then L said "Were you talking to me??" Then L's friend said "I bet she talks about you in her dreams." So I said "TRUE." (btw his friend knows I like L)
9. Mar. 21, 2023: Now, it's time for today's stories. lolol. I can tell we're starting to get a little closer. Maybe friends. He sat by me in bible drill but then his friend had to ruin it by squeezing in the middle of us. We also had a lot of encounters today. Like, when we were walking past each other, he tried to give me a high five, but I only noticed the last second, so I didn't have time to. We talked a lot today but it all went by in a daze, so I don't remember it well.

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Anyways, that's about it. Tell me what you think in the comments. Also sorry if any of this was confusing.

Hello everyone, long time lurker here with finally something to ask! This is a bit of a weird one and I would really appreciate anyone's help with this as me and my partner are stumped.
Last year we moved into a new flat opposite a small park. It's a fairly nice park, well maintained, play equipment, and a huge apple tree right in the middle. Now a couple months pass and we are nicely settled, it's coming to the end of summer and BOOM - quite literally, something hits our double doors. And again. And again. Turns out when you place a fruit tree in the middle of a park where kids and teens hang out, and then that fruit drops, it becomes perfect ammo to start slinging around and at people's houses.
This happened near daily for weeks, we called 111 when it hit the windows, doors, and even cars - we were then told to call the police, but by the time they got here the kids had scarpered. We've tried recording but it's slightly too far to get a good photo, and I'm sure it's not the same kids each time. We've contacted the council and forestry department SO many times with different forms and complaints, and we are in contact with some local councillors but apparently nothing can be done in regards to pruning the tree or anything else. It ended up with my partner going out and throwing away each load of apples which had dropped daily, but new ones dropped by the evenings and it would happen again. Our main concern is the tree, not the kids - kids will be kids, but if we can prune the tree or remove the temptation then brilliant - but apparently trying to get the council to do anything about a tree is like getting blood from a stone.
Now it's coming up again in a few months, and we have a baby this time round. We are so anxious about it scaring her or even hitting her one day, as one nearly hit me when I was pregnant last year. My partner will still be going out daily to clear the apples before work but is there anything else we can do? Ideally we'd like a permanent solution but does it look like we will be stuck being apple farmers for the foreseeable future?
I really appreciate if you've read this far, and if there's a more appropriate sub to post this on then please let me know.
Sincerely, a worried mum who now absolutely hates apples

Hi, it's on sale so I'm considering buying a helicopter module.
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Hi everyone.
So I've been eyeing the hardens to go on sale, and recently just dropped to around $70 after sale + coupon code at Adidas.com so I just copped them this week. Played in them a couple times now, and I really want to like them but got a few things that are concerning so I just wanted to ask if anyone with experience with these shoes can chime in - thanks in advance!
- pain around talus (?) bone: not sure if this is the right term, but basically, I feel like the part where my bone around the inner ankle for each foot rubs hard against something and it is very uncomfortable. I tied up the shoes all the way to the top and the upper material seems soft enough, so I'm thinking I might be rubbing against the metal circle part at times. Wondering if this is something that'll get better as I break it in or if it's just not the right shoe for my feet?
-boost cushioning: so I've heard great things about the boost cushion - not sure how I feel about it at the moment. Seems ok so far, but pretty stiff and doesn't seem very soft/comfortable. Not that I want cushioning to be too soft, as I found that while i like cushiniong like KD 14's zoom strobel, sometimes it feels too mushy, but I was wondering if this gets better as it molds to my feet or if it's just always stiff?
I think I've played about 3-4 hours in them, and i think everything else seems ok and I could live with everything if that discomfort around my talus bone is gone. If this is just a bad fit, think i might try to give it a good wipe and see if they'll accept a return.

I have had countless nightmares throughout my life, typically occurring every other night. My most recent one, and one of the worst I've had in a while, happened during a vacation I just got home from. I will need to put some context into this, and this story will be rather long, so bear with me here.
In my most recent nightmare I mentioned above, I woke up normally in my house. It was the middle of the night, but I was hungry, and decided to sneak down the stairs and into the kitchen to grab a snack without waking up my family. Once I was a few feet from the refrigerator, I heard footsteps from several entities behind me. I turned around to see just a few black figures, huddled tightly in a group. I knew who three of the five were by the outlines. They were all hostile animatronics, the ones from the horror video game, Five Nights at Freddy's 4. The video game franchise as a whole does not scare me, nor do really any horror movies or games, so it was weird seeing them watching me grab my snack. I saw the animatronic bear, chicken, and rabbit, but not the fox, and I had no idea who the other 2 figures were. Their eyes were not glowing in the slightest, and they were not approaching me, but only moving exactly as I do, and never getting too close. This did not concern me in the slightest, as a typical hallucination looks just like that for me. I went back to my room to eat my snack and fall sleep, when they stopped moving in their typical pattern, and spread out around the house.
Once I was back in my room, and I had tucked myself back into bed, and I felt the worst sense of sudden dread in my life, as if something terrible was about to happen. I knew by some nightmare logic that the figures really were hunting me down, and then I got scared, knowing that I do feel pain in my nightmares. Indeed, I was about to suffer. I sat in my bed, paralyzed with fear about the situation, and planned to just sit there and pray until sunrise. Worst of all, my door was wide open, and with my bed right next to it, an attack could be too sudden. I was going to have to be lucky, as the animatronics were moving in random patterns, entering rooms around the house. 15 minutes later, I heard footsteps coming to my door. I was paralyzed with fear and dread, because there was one animatronic in particular that I knew was going to take his time and torture me if I was ever caught by him. The animatronic entered my room, but luckily it was not the one I feared most. It was certainly about to kill me still, so I was rapidly planning ways of how I could make my death as fast as it could be. I threw my head into it's jaws, reached my arms out, and crunched it's teeth down into my head. It was fast and painless.
Of course, it's a nightmare, and it was not nearly over yet. That was the easy part done. I woke up again after death, in the same situation again, but outside, in an open field on my land. The layout of the field made the experience worse in a way, as it was mostly open, but with a strip of dense forest running through the middle that takes up about one third of the field. At the bottom and and top were ways through it, without having to go through the brush. This is all on about 5 acres of land, so I did not have much of a place to hide from my now sprinting animatronic pursuers. I woke up with the animatronics in a full sprint everywhere in the field. They were sprinting at all times, even if I had not been seen. I got up, ran, and hid in the densely forested area, and in a thick bush. I waited and got spotted eventually, so I got up and ran until I could no longer run. Eventually, I was caught again, but my death would hurt this time. I died via stab wounds to the gut, and all around the torso, but I was stabbed mercifully fast.
This experience, being a nightmare, meant I still had to die another time. This death would be very different, though. I woke up for the third time, but with the worst dread of my life. The fear this time was unspeakable. For no apparent reason, I was far more scared this time around. I was in the house again, and in my bed, but I stayed in bed and never got out. I just sat up, and waited for sunrise again. I had more hope this time, as the sun was only about twenty minutes from officially rising. I was starting to see light in the sky, but with more fear than I have ever had before, bad instincts kicked in. You see, in the house was a system of 6 radio-like devices me and the family used for communication. I held the "Talk" button, and spoke a message into all the rooms in the house, hoping for my family to respond. As you could imagine this was idiotic. I kept staring at my radio, waiting for a reply, when I heard a reply from my family, but something was awfully wrong. The reply came from the radio I was at, and from directly behind me, on the other side of the bed. I turned around and saw the one animatronic I hoped would never get me, and I was about to suffer.
I backed out of my bed, and into the corner of the room. It approached me awfully slow, giving me the opportunity to run at it, and deliver multiple two foot kicks to the body. I hoped these would do something, but the animatronic was utterly un-phased. Here, I finally saw a red glow in the animatronic's eyes, as it still slowly closed the distance to me. It got to me, put it's hands on my shoulder, and looked down at me, with eyes flickering on and off. This was about to be it, the worst pain of my life. There, I was tortured for minutes upon minutes. It peeled the skin off my arms and legs like giant gloves, sliced tendons and ligaments, and cracked all of my ribs, while keeping me alive. All my other bones were being fractured, and I was getting big cuts in my chest all over the place. It kept me alive until I had looked like a mangled corpse smeared on the ground.
Finally, I got to wake up, and I stayed up for about 2 hours before going back to sleep. Once I woke up, I really was unaffected, and not scared anymore, even in the dark room. When I did go back to sleep, however, I started dreaming again. I woke up in a continuation of that same dream, but this time, in the middle of an unknown forest...
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For those who do not know what I am talking about, below is an image of the being that killed me for the third time in my nightmare. I know this is rather ridiculous, but that's just the way it happened.
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I (24f) took a trip in march due to family emergency and left for a month out of state. My fiance (26m) came down to visit and help me move back home. A few weeks later we found out I was pregnant and we decided to tell strictly immediate family due to how early along I was. His mother instantly made the remark stating that our child wasn't his. After arguing for a few weeks she dropped it.
As my pregnancy progressed she would either make comments about me either not looking pregnant enough or I looked too pregnant. Saying things such as " you aren't showing yet, you're just fat" or "after you lose all that weight then we can look for wedding dresses."
Due to how she was during my pregnancy I discussed with my fiance I absolutely refused to have her in my delivery room. Instead I wanted his stepmother as she had helped me every step of the way in my pregnancy and was my largest support system. He fully supported me in my decision saying it was my body my choice and we told his mother. Later on that night she called us at midnight and stayed on the phone for 2 hours.
Instead of trying to understand why she completely reversed it on me saying I'm not considering her feelings and I'm hurting her. Telling me it's completely unfair and proceeded to tell my fiance' he had until the day I give birth to change my mind. Completely ignoring my decision. And had told us the whole family is on her side and saying that we were inconsiderate.
She decided to throw a baby shower to "put the past behind us" and to "make amends." To state this ahead of time I do not mind anything from thrift stores or anything that is a hand me down. It's time for us to open the gifts and I kid you not everything I opened was torn or so old it was falling apart. My daughter received books for her library that were falling apart with every touch. Clothes and headbands that were torn, withering, or molded. After everything we went through we left instantly.
I went into labor 6 weeks early. And had visitors until I was getting ready to push. During that time she made comments about my weight once again saying I can't go dress shopping until I lose my birthing weight. Trying to ignore it due to the excitement of meeting my daughter. After my daughter came out she was more than than my fiancé and I and she instantly made comments saying she wasn't his daughter until it turned more into a yellow due to her jaundice. After the doctors explained what was going on she immediately discussed watching our baby and how much she loves her grandbaby.
I refuse to take my daughter to her house. I tell my fiancé I want nothing to do with her but he wants me to make an effort because she doesn't see her often. Am I the Asshole?

Despite the early afternoon hours, the jovial Iron Tankard tavern was packed full with noisy patrons. Mostly regulars, craftsmen, artificers, merchants, off-duty guards, though an occasional mercenary misfit could also be spotted, scurrying around the bounty board or chatting down the innkeeper for job suggestions. The walled town of Ashenfort was relatively small, it being a passing, yet reputable, trade-post along the main road that connected the capital city and the coast-line settlements. Travelers came and went by the hour, never staying for long, turning over goods and coin, but also services. If one was in search for an uncanny set of hands to help along a most arduous task, then this was certainly the place to look.
The joyous, drunken and merry chattering continued through the crowded chamber, with the tavern workers doing their utmost to squeeze past the countless customers and bring the desired orders to their tables. Everyone seemed so keenly busy, to the point nobody noticed the unseemly figure push their way through the front door.
Taking but a single step further, Sir Andrew of the noble house Medellin, had to visually keep himself from recoiling. Unused to the tavern stench, the fickle smell of alcohol, combined with sweat, grease and perhaps even vomit, assaulted his noble nostrils and almost triggered a gag reflex "By the king.." He grumbled under his breath, fixing that ragged traveling-cloak that flapped over his chest and hiding the armored plate underneath. His deep-sea eyes peered across the board, eyeing for someone it seemed, before his gloved hand rose to his lips, covering them as he adamantly cleared his throat. Ignored. Taking a deep breath, the knight stepped forward, brushing his wave-like, sand-blonde hair behind his ear before trying again "Excuse me, gentlemen-"
Dismissed, again, with only a few pitiful glances being thrown his way, more out of irritation for being too close to the table than anything else. The young knight huffed in annoyance, briefly closing his eyes, before opening them as his stern, dramatic voice cried out
"Hear me, men and women of Valeron! I am Sir Andrew Medellin, sword-paladin to the arch-duke of the western-fold, banner-man to his holy grace- Augustus Percivalus Drakefort the third. I was quested by our noble king with slaying the terrible dragon that's been ravaging our western borders, laying waste to our precious serfdom and leaving nothing but scorched earth behind. Though I accepted the task honorably and in good faith, my sword yearning to pierce the foul dragon's wicked heart, I will admit that I find myself outmatched. The dragon's vision is far and great, its breath a flaming sundering.. I have no hope of meeting it face to face in the open. For this, I require to enter the lair of the beast and catch it off-guard.. I require assistance, from one of you, noble characters, someone versed in the art of.. Stealth and deceit, whom could perhaps assist in shrouding my noble approach into the jaws of evil?"
Silence, attention, all eyes on him. The tavern had its breath taken away by the man's speech, but just as a smile of triumph crept onto his tender lips, Andrew was bombarded by a chortling choir of laughter. Amused, some within the crowd nearly choked on their drinks, while Andrew's grumbling expression faded in excitement. After another moment of silence on his side, he added, though with far less enthusiasm in his sighing voice, enough only for a select few to hear- Or rather, anyone that paid attention still.
"I am also willing to compensate you for your troubles.. 2000 coins up front, plus another 8000 when the quest is done. Additionally, the king has given me leave me with issuing amnesty to any.. Unsavory characters that had a run in with our law in the past, pardoning all of their heinous crimes in return for assisting me."
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Simple and, relatively short, premise to a medieval-fantasy prompt that revolves around a pair of unlikely allies teaming up to stop a much bigger, looming threat! If you have any ideas/suggestions or thoughts of your own that you'd like us cleared in advance, feel free to let me know. World-wise this is more or less a blank slate, so in regards to races, magic, politics, geography etc. we'll be able to include a variety.
For this story I'd really like to explore the relationship between a noble, religiously truthful, honorably overzealous, naive knight and a deceitful, witty and playful sort of rogue-like character contrast. My own pitch idea would be an assassin character, perhaps someone who already had a close-encounter with the lord of Medellin in the past, a fact that will be brought up and/or revealed at a crucial moment to intensify their situation or perhaps even strengthen their bond? I have a soft-spot for enemies-turned-friends-turned-lovers sort of dynamics, so this is what I was trying to go for with- Judge me all you want~
I'd preferably not know much about your character in advance, wanting to explore their pasts and stories through the RP, but if you feel it crucial and/or want to take your character in a completely different direction- Do let me know.
I normally write 2-3 paragraphs of detail, with the range mostly varying from how fast the scene is progressing. I prefer quality over quantity and will never nag you if you require more time to reply. I will, however, be nit-picky if you respond to a full-fledged, action-packed, word-exploding essay with a meager 3 line reply -.-
I mostly prefer writing on Discord and Reddit PM's (easiest for me to manage and read), and use chat only to make contact so we can exchange ID's
I am alright with including NSFW themes in regards to story progression and character development, but they are *completely* optional and in no way necessary. Feel free to let me know in advance, otherwise I will assume they are to be omitted.
Hope to hear from you wonderful writers soon!~

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Name and House: Edwyle Flint
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Age: 23
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Culture Group: North man
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Appearance: Edwyle is of a strong build, comes in at 5’9”. Brown of eyes and black of hair
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trait: Inspiring
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Skills; Bows (E), Marksman (E), Tactician, Cavalry man
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talents: wood work, drinking, hunting
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Starting title: Lord of Widow's Watch
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Starting location: Widow's watch
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Alternate characters: Lucas Lothston, Jasper Corbray, Argella Selmy, Steffon Fossoway
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Biography
Edwyle Flint was born to Lord Jorah Flint of Widow's Watch and his wife, Jeyne Glenmore. The new born son was a boon for the family, a blessing to the Flints from the Old gods. The couple had struggled with failure to carry children to term, but Edwyle seemed to be a change for the couple. As such, Edwyle was doted upon by his mother and father. It would only be a scant year later that Edwyle was joined by his brother, Artos. An heir and a spare had been given to Lord Flint.
As the years went on, Edwyle grew to be a wild son, as did his younger brother Artos. The two were in constant trouble, seeking out adventures at every corner. This would often times be met with a scolding from their mother, and a stern talking to in the godswood from their father. But these acts did little to deter them. It was only when the boys had learned that their mother was with child once more did they settle down, for a time at the least. It was a gift to their parents, in order to help grace their family with some stability before another wild Flint would enter the world and cause mayhem for Lord Jorah.
This was not to be, however, for the birth of Mors Flint came with a cost, and that cost came in the form of Jeyne Glenmore. The Flints mourned their mother, but Edwyle took it upon himself to stay beside his brothers, taking time out of his studies with the Maester to see his new baby brother. The loss of his mother had sent Edwyle into being more sullen when in studies with the Maester, a matter he could not shake for some years. But time did dull the wounds, as did the constant company of his father and brothers, a fact that Edwyle could take solace in. He wasn't alone, for he had both his family and the Old gods watching over him.
While the pain of losing his mother at a young age had dulled, it seemed things were bound to change. For his father had wed Alysanne Cerwyn, and had gotten her with child, another sibling for Edwyle and the children of Jeyne Glenmore. But one could not pick and choose their family, and as such, Edwyle would remain steadfast in being loyal to family. Despite the impending arrival of his new sibling, Edwyle would remain studious, often times speaking to the men who had served under his grandfather to seek out knowledge of battle tactics. He even took to riding and learning how to best use horses in war. Skills he deemed useful for a future lord Flint.
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When Lord Corin Stark had put forth the efforts to bring the North closer to the rest of the realm, Edwyle had listened as his Uncles paced in the solar, as they ranted and raved to his father, preaching to the man about how building Septs in their land would betray everything they stood for. Everything their history and family had stood for. It had been hours, but the discussion ended, and it was decided. Septs would not be allowed to be built within the lands of Widow's Watch. The Old Gods held true in Widow's Watch, and would not give way to the Seven. The fake gods of the Andals.
When he reached the age of ten name days, Edwyle would take up the bow and arrow, finding them more suitable for him than the sword. The bow felt right in his hand, and the sound of arrows being let loose from the bow was like music to his ears. He would spend many days over the years, when not studying the histories of the North and learning of the fellow houses, honing his skills with the bow and arrow.
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When Lord Jorah Flint passed in the year 198, Edwyle ascended to the seat of Widow's Watch. He would remain steadfast in not allowing the Seven to preach in his lands, nor building septs. He would see the Old Gods remain strong and true in his land.
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TIMELINE
177: Edwyle is born, the first surviving child of Jorah and Jeyne
178: Artos follows after his brother, a spare being granted to the family as well
180: Mors Flint is born, but at the cost of Jeyne Glenmore. The family goes into mourning but remain steadfastly together.
182: Lord Jorah marries Alysanne Cerwyn, and later that year, Theon Flint is born. In this same year, Edwyle takes to his fathers side, learning his duties as the heir of widow's watch from a young age.
183: Edwyle listens to his uncles rant and rave about Lord Stark and the fake gods of the seven, forming his opinion on the Seven.
187: Edwyle would take up the bow and arrow, finding the two to be better than a sword and shield in his hands.
198: Lord Jorah dies in his sleep, leaving Edwyle to ascend to the lordship of Widow's Watch.
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NPCS:
Artos Flint- General
Edwyn Flint-Castellan
Jorah Long- Marksman
Gerold Snow- Master at arms
Allard the younger- General
Eddard Snow- Master at arms
Jeor Flint- Warrior (Blunt weapons)

So I was thinking today… and I know it’s been brought up by a few theorists that the plan may have been to smuggle Jon Benet out of the house in that large suitcase that was later put under the window, but maybe she couldn’t fit or rigor mortis made it impossible to get her inside. There was a duvet cover inside that could have been wrapped around to conceal her. I never gave this a lot of thought until I was driving home.
So I do believe that the nightgown found near JB was meant to be something they redressed her into, but didn’t happen. After all the narrative is- she’s taken from her bed as she’s sleeping right? So being in her nightgown with a blanket makes sense. I also think as parents who loved her, they’d want her be found in something pretty and pristine like her favorite nightgown rather than urine stained ill fitting long johns.
So what came to click in my head was this possible timeline. JB’s body is found by Patsy with Burke having done everything (including strangling her) or even let’s say she is killed accidentally by Patsy or John and the noose is a cover up act because they don’t know she’s not dead and they want to point to an outsider. So you got Patsy at least undoing and retightening the neck ligature to get her jacket fibers in there, adding duct tape and wrist restraints. You got her spending probably a long time writing a note. She moves the body into the wine cellar, puts her tray over the urine stain, intends to clean JB up and redress her into the nightgown but can’t because she’s running out of time OR rigor mortis has kicked in enough she can’t manipulate JB into the nightgown or get the old clothes off.
The note I think makes the point of the attaché case because the idea was take Jb out in the case, dump the body near somewhere the cops would find it quickly, and come back with the money inside of it. No one’s going to question the Ramseys leaving with a suitcase if they’ve been instructed by the kidnappers to use one.
I think Patsy woke john up/showed him the note much earlier then they called the cops. I think he figured it out or she told him then what happened and they argued probably over when to involve the cops and john won. I think somewhere before the cops were called he went downstairs to try to get jb into the nightgown and Patsy went upstairs to make sure Burke was briefed to stay in his room/be quiet/whatever they needed to tell him. My guess is if patsy wasn’t the one that wiped her down before, john did then so she wouldn’t be tied to the urine stain in the basement - which may be how some fibers that resembled his sweater got in her pubic area. My guess is since its the long johns were on the small side, he couldn’t get them off past the knees or ankles when rigor mortis kicked in. The top may also have been difficult to get off her head.
In the hour plus he was unaccounted for and came back acting totally squirrelly j think he was trying but failing to get her into the suitcase and possibly failing to get her into the nightgown (this may have happened then too). That coupled, with the cops never fully leaving made him panicky. He definitely didn’t want them to find her first with his having manhandled the body trying to get it in the case, so he ultimately chose the big reveal and grabbed and carried her body so there’d be a plausible reason for his prints/clothing fibers to be on her.
But I think that nightgown and the suitcase were the final bits of the coverup that didn’t materialize. That’s why she was cleaned but not redressed into her favorite nightgown found near her body. That’s why there was a suitcase normally kept upstairs found downstairs near the body and a suitcase mentioned to transport money in the ransom note.