I don t wanna go meme

It was heartwarming to see you're using that wooden bookmark with your initial I scribbled on it. It looks worn, like it's been between so many pages of all the stories you've read. Like your hands have held it while your eyes trace all those pages… So tonight, I will re-write the story of Us for you to read. I want to finish the story of how we fell in love for you to bookmark for another night in our future where my feet resting in your lap, the dog's chewing on his favorite sock beside our thighs, and my Switch is in my hands.. and us Just existing together.
You tell me that your phone broke, and that’s why I was left on delivered for a month. that month of whispers on moths wings made my mind race around like mad, since the last time we were together was so powerful. I gave into the chase, and feared I hurt you. That fear was like a dagger to my neck, and I was scared to move an inch out of fear that I lost you; I felt alone with nowhere to go, so far from home, so far from you. Snared by a trap that I created. You sent a mic check after a month of silence, the same kind I send to you in the story I wrote about you on the moon. You must have read it, and took note with that bookmark you hold dearly with your thumb against each page.
You told me you want to see me when you're back home. That message was filled with dates, and between those lines was nothing but Hope that I didn’t lose you or break you. Was that dagger pressed against my neck my anxiety all along? Tell me it was.
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-This is where I write the next shorthanded lines in our story-

We message back and forth, playing coy to our blossoming closeness. You get back home, and tell me you want to see me the coming weekend, and tell me you bought my favorite wines. I leave the dog with my parents for the weekend, and come see you with an overnight bag packed, and a little hesitation in my back pocket..
I'm met at your front door, with your eyes sparkling and arms open, waiting to tell me stories from your last month and a half of adventures. I'm eagerly listening, anything to take my mind off your neck where my lips were. I'm tracing the moisture on the glass trying to focus on the cold, instead of the warmth of your body they were drawing crop circles on while falling asleep. But you're not excited to tell me about your adventures; instead, you're nervous about sharing what you thought about that entire time.
You go on about how you were lost for 4 weeks. How you have been struggling adjusting to the thought. You remind me of the phrase I asked you last time: "you set yourself on a path to walk a long time ago. You've put all your effort into following it, and now you have no idea of anything existing outside of that path. D, Are you scared of failing on your path? Or are you scared of falling off the path?"
You tell me how that question I asked you opened a whole new path where you didn’t feel unseen anymore. By now I opening the next bottle of wine, and you're walking up behind me. You're telling me how you didn’t see me until then. You tell me you're sorry for things that aren't your fault. You grasp my hands and hold them against my chest and say that you love me. That hesitation stays in my back pocket until I get back home, where I put it in my little box of trinkets. Forever lost amidst ticket stubs and old photographs, meant to be lost in time.

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Hold onto that bookmark tight, D. Take it with you on every story you read. If you ever find this, bookmark it and re-read it until you feel loved. If this is a story you want to lend a hand in writing, tell me to write a novel for you. Tell me you want to read my thoughts. It's places like this that we can be real, and its places like this that are filled with magic, and it's places like this where bookmarks belong.
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-B

Is it just me or does the whole “Decentralized” part of DAO seem to be lost on people. Apparently:
“The United States Securities and Exchange Commission (SEC) has sent a subpoena to Sushi DAO.”
Source: https://beincrypto.com/us-sec-sushi-dao-head-chef-jared-grey/
The SEC would love to take down Bitcoin as well but, thing is, it’s ACTUALLY decentralized. There is no one to send the subpoena to. The whole point of a blockchain is to kick centralization on it’s ass. Hence Nakamoto released a true DAO devoid of central leadership. Nakamoto created a truly anarchistic hack…
..and then we have Sushi DAO and it’s ilk. Sushi DAO is actually Sushi CAO. Or maybe Sushi COW. That sounds disgusting. Give me wild decentralized salmon over COW any day.
I don’t feel bad for ‘Head Chef’ Jared Grey at Sushi COW. DAOs shouldn’t have a “Head Chef” only COWs have those. Best of luck Jared!

Brain fog / fatigue / spaced out feeling for the past 2 months doctor said it was anxiety and that my levels are normal I’ve been on antidepressants for 3 weeks and the brain fog and fatigue are still present the anxiety has mostly gone away now, I take Synthroid 100mcg 6 days a week and my tsh levels were 2.59 last time I had a blood test, anyone think maybe my brain fog could be related to thyroid issues? I’ve had no thyroid since 2021 and it’s never really caused me any issues but I don’t know what else the brain fog could be from.

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, Mark Norman 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, Mark 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 Mark 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, Mark 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, Mark 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, Mark 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?"
Mark 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.
Mark 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."
Mark nodded, feeling a surge of excitement. "Trust me," he said. "You won't be disappointed."
Mark 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.
Mark 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. Mark felt a twinge of nervousness in his gut.
"Is everything okay?" a woman asked him, noticing the hesitation in his movements.
Mark 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.
Mark's heart sank. "Just give it some time, madam," he said.
As the event continued, Mark 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, Mark 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, Mark'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.
Mark 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 Mark 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?" Mark 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 Mark 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. Mark 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 Mark's heart sink with guilt and regret.
Mark'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.
Mark 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 Mark watched in horror, the people ransacked his belongings and demanded that he give them back their money. As the people grew increasingly agitated, Mark 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. Mark 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 Mark 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.
Mark 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. Mark looked terribly beaten up. Then Mark asked why the plants did not work. They made people sicker. Naya was first surprised and realized Mark had stolen the plants. And she told Mark 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, Mark 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.
"Mark, what happened to you?" she asked, noticing the bruises and cuts on his face.
"It...it didn’t work," Mark muttered, looking down at his feet.
“What?”
Mark 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 Mark 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.”

Idk what wrong I’m doing cuz I don’t see myself improving. It’s just getting worse over time.

Basically the above. During my monitoring ultrasounds, the nurses observed fluid around one of my ovaries. My doctor said that it could be hydrosalpinx despite having a prior clear X-ray HSG and a clear water SHG in December. If it is hydrosalpinx, I find out this Friday after a repeat X-ray HSG, my doctor will have to remove the tube. I have no history of pelvic infections so I don’t even know how this could happen.
I’m so frustrated. It feels like every time I get a little hope then something like this comes up.

G'day.
I've had an Asus Rog Strix G (G531) for almost three years now. After six months, it started with one weird thing that I've put up with until now, and it started a new behavior just two days ago.
1) After being started up from sleep mode, or having a game turned off, or having the power chord removed or put in, the screen will blink once and become very bright and "overexposed" (occasionally it happens at complete random, in the middle of playing a game). The weird thing is if I simply click "GameVisual" for simple screen settings - I don't change the settings, I just open up the window, it reverts to normal. This has been going on since late 2020.
2) I love my aura effects, the keyboard lighting up. It will turn off to save power after a while if the chord is out (this I understand), and sometimes when I put the chord in, it doesn't revert, but I can just put it in sleep mode and back and it comes back. NOW it has come up with the idea to randomly turn off aura effects, and no sleep mode, no turning the whole computer off and on helps, I must go inside Armoury Crate, go to Aura effects, and click the alternative that's already checked, and it comes back on.
This is really, really annoying, and doesn't seem like normal computer behavior. Any way to show this laptop its place and ask it to get its sh-t together? :)

I met a really nice woman through a dating app. I’ve never dated before nor have ever ‘matched’ with anyone online before. We got to talking and we exchanged numbers. We continued our chat through text and she lives about 5 hours away from me. She was really bold and asking questions I never thought she’d ask during initial texts. She wants to meet up. I’ve been catfished so many times throughout my life that I don’t want it to be another one. She sends me pictures of herself but I don’t think any of them if her when she was texting me. I asked her to send me one of her before she went off to bed and she said she’d send me one tomorrow. Though I sent her photos of myself in real life. She also sent me some spicy texts aswell but she apologized for being ‘bold’. I know I shouldn’t trust someone on the internet but I find it werid. What should I do?

I had work trips in Vegas recently. Felt confident in my sobriety, called a sponsor a few times, had a few cravings but had a plan, solid work.
Gambling, specifically sports bets and craps. I decided, what the hell, I’m in Vegas I’ll take $150 and throw down on a few bets and played one session of craps. Watched some bball, had some club sodas, left with $60 LESS than when I started, but no big deal. And walked out, not feeling the pull to stay and hit it big. Went to sleep easy, worked the next day and flew home. I walked passed all the machines in the airport.
With drinking that behavior is just not possible for me. I gamble the way other normies talk about drinking. Special occasions, maybe I had a couple rough goes, maybe I had a great time, but I can simply walk away. And urge to gamble doesn’t sneak up on me in everyday life. I’m never looking for an excuse to gamble. If multiple friends wanted to and invited me maybe I would come along play but it’s not a big issue.
I look at the vices that other people have, and it mirrors my drinking. I don’t have a gambling addiction, or cigarette, or painkiller. I genuinely choose not to do those things and if I partake in them I’m conscience of when to stop. This must be how others look at their drinking?

Hi. I want to keep this short and simple. Life has been… how do I put this… confusing. I graduated high school last year. And ever since then I haven’t really spoken to people from my school. I have made mistakes with cutting people off, but now I don’t know what to do. I also feel like they have made mistakes with me as well. It’s not just one sided. I loved my high school experience. But I feel like can’t grow as a person, if I have these guilts inside of me. And I feel trapped and cannot move forward.

(Writing this through mobile) I just became a full time women’s associate after being PT CEC from the front end. Meaning now I go under the direction of the coordinator with any moves they want to make. Although, the women’s dept coordinator is also a key carrier and most times works as MOD. As of late, our schedules haven’t coincide and we don’t ever communicate. Most of the directions come from a certain ASM. (certain ASM is out on vacation atm, it will matter later). Today, initials started and nobody opened in our dept. I clocked in mid-shift and was left to organize all of the clearance back on the runs on my own. Thing is, I didn’t know how I was going to fit six racks of clearance onto the runs. Normally, I have a manager tell me what to move, remove, and add. I asked my SM if he was left with any notes from coordinator or certain ASM about how they wanted the clearance placed. He said he didn’t have any idea and said the dept coordinator was coming to close that night, but would be working as KC. Since this was early in the day and the racks needed to be done with by today, my SM called certain ASM, apologized for calling her during her vacation, and asked her how she would like for me to organize the clearance. She gave me the details and I got most of it done. Although, I can’t stop feeling like shit about how my SM called ASM while she’s on vacation to help me out. SM just got position less than a year ago and perhaps didn’t know how to come up with a solution. I feel like coordinator should also leave me notes somehow. What do you think I should do to avoid this happening again?

Unsure how to proceed but am supposed to speak to the host tomorrow. She claims we did not move the grill away from the wall in the backyard before using it, and caused a cracked window and warped siding as a result…my husband and I literally only used this space for sleep, and grabbed dinner at the local hot spots in town…we’re not quite sure how we could be responsible for the damage…there were cameras, so I assume she would have footage and I planned to ask about that…however she also said she checks the entire space before a new guest arrives, and saying that this damage was not there before…I managed to actually photograph the cracked window when I noticed it from the inside, just to have for my own record just in case, but we noticed it around 9pm as we were preparing to go to bed after having been gone all day…I thought it was weird and worth snapping just in case, but I truly didn’t expect she would say we did that. I’m just not quite sure how to approach this conversation tomorrow, and have never once been in this position with any other property I’ve stayed in. Any advice?

Hello MOBIUZ fam!
It's been a while since we play on our MOBIUZ EX270QM gaming monitor, and I know you guys definitely miss this kid 😎
Guess what? I bring it back today! And we are going to play the new DLC of Destiny 2 on EX270QM 🔫
I did hear some comments about this game, but still, let’s give it a shot! I will also recommend some settings for you guys 💻
Destiny 2: Lightfall on EX270QM ✨
After trying several settings, I would say the most recommended mode is Game HDRi with default settings.
Game HDRi setting recommendation: Default (left) and more saturated (right)
The default setting of Game HDRi is color vibrance 10, light tuner 6. You can adjust the brightness when the B.I.+ is disabled, but I would say the default brightness is enough for me.
BenQ's HDRi technology helps you adjust the color for the best gaming experience. As you can see, the picture above has different color performance. If you prefer a more saturated color, you can always increase the color vibrance and adjust the light tuner (see right picture).
Light Tuner comparison: -8 and -3
Another important setting is the light tuner. It is functioned as a combination of contrast & brightness, and very useful to show more detail in darker scene. Here's the comparison between different light tuner settings.
If you like a deeper black level on your image, you can decrease the light tuner to -8 and you will have clear and deeper elements of the objects.
Game scene: Default Game HDRi
Here's another picture using the default Game HDRi. As you can see, the color, contrast, and everything on the screen are well-balanced.
Next, the audio!
Audio Mode: Cinema
I would recommend using Cinema Mode. This audio mode produces stereo sound with more woofers and brings out the husky voice. You can compare it with the FPS Audio mode in the video below.
Audio Mode: FPS
Comparing these 2 different audio mode, you can feel that the Cinema Mode fit this game better. FPS Mode sounds a little bit ‘flat’ and it can’t bring out the rich sound of this game.
Here’s our setup summary!

Model	Color Mode	Light Tuner	Color Vibrance	Audio Mode
EX270QM	Game HDRi	-6 (default) or -9 (more saturated)	10 (default) or 12 (more saturated)	Cinema

It’s time to share my thoughts. This new update has been long awaited since The Witch Queen. I would say this update is a bit lacking content and the narrative is not the best (shocked by the low rating on Steam).
BUT! I feel the gameplay and the combat experience is getting more exciting because of the new subclass: Broodweaver (yes, I'm a warlock main) . The Grapple ability adds extra mobility to your character and make the combat even more fast-paced! 💥
That’s all for today’s gaming test, feel free to share your best setting in the comments below. Also, stay tuned for the next MOBIUZ updates and I'll see you next time!😆
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ok so i currently go to a big state school in the south but haven’t rlly liked it very much (stuff with the culture down here/being far away from home). so i’ve been thinking about transferring to neu, but i’m just nervous lol. like i have some friends there but would rlly wanna get some new ones so was thinking i would rush in the fall (preferably a gay-friendly frat) bc i’m gay and shit💀. i would be soph/junior i’m assuming by credits but not totally sure. do you think i should rush if i come and if yes which ones.

This has been going on for years. My mom works at a facility which my aunt owns. She offered her a job that can take care of 6 patient some who are unable to physically walk or even go to the bathroom. After a few years I have notice her paying has become significantly low. From 2k to 1100 and sometimes 600. My aunt adult daughter have taken over as an administrator of the facility and has been charging her for food and room in 2018. I do have proof of her paystubs that shows her charges. I have seen on the website that they have been charged so much toward labor board and I haven’t seen them since. I ask my mother to sue her, but of course she said that I am her family and would never do that to her. I became infuriated! My aunt daughter decided to tell my mom to sign a paper of her hours that didn’t indicate the time she was clocked in and the time she was clocked out. Literally she just modified it and put 8 hours. My mom agreed. She still ask for money and yet I feel that this needs to be taken into legal action. What can I do?

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It ranges from people yelling at me to pushing me, filming me, posting videos of me to social media to humiliate me, insulting me, threarening me, laughing at me, embarrassing me and WAY WAY more but I dont want to get my post removed.
I am really really really dreading going to school like you wouldn't even believe. I have tried everything. I have told my parents, they emailed the school. The school did nothing. I don't want to fight them, because everyone in that school already hates me, if I fight or act violent or anything, everyone will justify bullying me because they will want to defend their friends. It will make it worse. I have 0 friends at all, so to the average person it just seems like all of this is my own fault because if it wasn't, I would have at least someone on my side. Is there anything I can do at all, I am losing/have lost my teenage years to this stuff and I just wish there was some closure or anything. Please please help.

So I’ve become friends with this girl I work with. A few weeks ago we hungout with a bunch of our coworkers and everything was good. She now wants to go to the mall with me, just us two. The only issue is she has a boyfriend and our friendship is completely platonic. I’m fine with that, but my parents are very old school and believe boys and girls can’t be friends if one of them is dating. I can obviously make my own choices and go, but at the end of the day I still live with my parents and this will still be an argument because my mom is very protective because I’m the youngest child
I have a few options:
I can tell her I’m going with my guy friend and leave it at that
I can tell her I’m going with this girl but she doesn’t have a boyfriend
Or I can tell her it’s a group of us from my work
I wanna avoid the arguments and drama if possible. I’d like to go cause it would be fun though

As title. Been dealing with this since I was a kid, I’m reminding myself everyday to grey rock, grey rock, avoid her like the fucking emotional incestuous abusive plague she is. It just pisses me off bc I want to curse her out and force her to reckon with the fact that she’s an evil parasitic cunt…
But i can’t, i live with her until i start my doctorate in a different country and i need to just keep myself away from her until then. It also makes things worse to give abusers a response, they absolutely hate being ignored and us being indifferent to them lmfao.
I just fucking hate it. I hate her, she’s an insidious cancer. It pisses me off. She deserves to suffer. Having to deal with such an insidious monster drives me insane.
Recently the cunt’s taken to using pseudopsychology BS about “communication goes both ways” “treat others how you wish to be treated” to gaslight me, subtext threaten me, guilt-trip me, play the victim and trigger a response out of me. I’ve ignored her. But it fucking pisses me off how evil she is.
Just need to hear affirmations from others going thru/having gone thru similar BS. It’s unfair, it’s violent. She’s a parasite. Power thru community and all :/