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2023.03.25 02:07 Saturdead The Drainpipe Siren
The summer I turned 10 was the best time of my life. For years I’d had trouble making friends with other girls, and out of nowhere I was accepted into a group of boys. We would ride our bikes everywhere, play games, and sit up all night just talking about superheroes. I loved it, and I started enjoying coming to school.
That summer was the first summer we went to Everett’s cabin. We biked up there with his dad and spent three days hiking, fishing, telling stories, building a treehouse, and chowing down on hot dogs. It was amazing, and probably the first time in my life where I truly felt like part of a group.
For the next few years, we went back up there every summer. Sometimes we’d get another member, sometimes we’d lose one. People came and went, but we biked up there every summer nonetheless.
They became my best friends. I was one of the “original members” alongside Everett and Sam, but one year we had Lewis, another year there was Owen, and so on. But me, Everett, and Sam? We were always there. The originals.
By the time we all turned 14, there was another girl joining the group; Sam’s girlfriend Josslyn. I’d had some trouble getting along with other girls, so I was a bit hesitant about having Josslyn come along. But I was hilariously wrong. Within a couple of weeks, Josslyn became my best friend. She was like the sister I never had.
The year we turned 16 was the last time we would go there as a group. By then, everyone was growing up. Some were going to college; others were getting a job. Hell, Sam and Josslyn had just broken up and could barely be in the same room. Spending the summer in Everett’s cabin became one of those things that you just stop doing. We promised we’d go back there someday and celebrate summer the right way, knowing full well that would probably never happen.
And then, nothing. And as with all names and faces, they started growing distant. We kept in touch every now and then, but Sam, Everett and Josslyn all went on with their lives. I did too.
That was until a few years ago, when we all turned 30.
By then, Sam was about to move out of state. His startup company had gained some traction, and they were moving their main office. He was hitting the big leagues.
Josslyn was planning a move to Scotland. She’d met this guy at the university that she fell head over heels in love with, and the two of them’d had a long-distance relationship for close to a decade.
Everett, well, he’d tried to play the family man. He had a four-year old son and a two-year old girl with a woman who was divorcing him. Oof.
And me? Well, I wasn’t dealing with my aging very well. I’ve had anxiety all my life and haven’t celebrated a birthday since I was 14. I can barely look myself in the mirror, horrified of the possibility of seeing a grey hair. I’m a bit of a hypochondriac, truth be told, and I imagine feeling all kinds of cramps and pains because of my age. And yes, I know 30 isn’t that old. Doesn’t matter.
But that summer, Everett sent us a message out of nowhere. His family was selling the cabin, and he figured one more trip down memory lane would do us all some good. The whole area was being sold off to a logging company at the end of summer. Personally, I just think the divorce was getting to him.
At first, I wasn’t going to accept. But after seeing both Sam and Josslyn agreeing to come, I couldn’t say no. Maybe it would distract me from turning 30.
So one sunny day in late June I drove down from Morgantown back home to Juniper (WV), not knowing what to expect. I figured I might get a nice weekend out of it.
And as I met up with Sam and Everett, it was as if nothing had changed. They hugged me. We laughed, we joked around, and we laughed some more. Everett had rented us mountain bikes. I got the blue one.
Sure, they looked a bit different. Sam had put on a few pounds and had a thick pair of glasses. He was already sweating. Everett, who used to have dreadlocks, had this short and neat office-type haircut, and his eyes looked darker. But that was all just appearance; they were the same guys. Same humor, same smiles, same favorite superheroes. Wonderful.
We stopped at the supermarket. I was comparing beef jerky prices when Sam walked up to me.
“Josslyn went on ahead,” he explained. “The roads are all dug up, so we’re taking the tunnel.”
“The Rosewater tunnel? By the railroad?” I asked.
“Yeah,” nodded Sam. “Shouldn’t take long. Josslyn is already up there.”
Made sense to me. Josslyn was the outdoorsy type. She was probably up there making a fire by rubbing sticks together or something. But just in case, I bought myself a Firestarter. You never know.
And then we were off. Riding bikes with the same people, down the same roads. Sure, it all looked different, but it really wasn’t. After all these years, I was still just me and the guys. For a moment, I felt this surge of optimism; like everything, somehow, might turn out all right.
Everett took point. We followed a trail deep into the pine forest, sweating under the summer sun. The canopy was a blessing, hiding us from the afternoon heat. It took us a bit over an hour to find the railroad tracks. We followed them north. Sam was sweating like he’d never even seen a bike before.
Then we got to the tunnel. The old Rosewater tunnel wasn’t long, but it was old. Everyone knew about it, but it was the kind of place that parents refused to let their kids go near. The place was probably covered in mold. Still, biking through it wouldn’t be a problem. You could feel the draft coming through.
The tunnel had a slight curve to it, so we couldn’t see the other side. Still, Everett took point and howled with joy as he entered. The echo bounced off the walls, reaching into the mountain. Sam followed suit, shrieking just as loud. We dove deep into the dark with the rhythmic thumping of the railroad tracks beneath us.
Our bike lights shone as bright as they could, but the tunnel swallowed them. It was getting colder and colder, almost to the point of my breath showing. Little dust particles danced in the weak light. The sound of spinning bike chains and thumping wheels echoed, and the air tasted like old moisture.
Suddenly, Everett stopped. Then Sam. And soon, I could see why.
We were in the middle of the tunnel, and there was something covering the ground.
Snow.
We were all standing there dumbfounded. Snow? In late June? That didn’t make a lick of sense.
“That’s just weird,” said Sam. “Let’s keep going.”
“Wait,” said Everett.
He stepped off his bike and walked around for a bit. I leaned against my handlebar, feeling the weight of my backpack. I hadn’t even noticed how out of breath I was. Everett leaned down, looking at the snow.
“What’s up?” Sam asked. “We going?”
“Yeah, yeah,” nodded Everett. “It’s just… I dunno.”
“Dunno what?”
“Like… where’re the tracks?”
“You’re sitting on ‘em” I added. “What’s the deal?”
“No, Josslyn’s tracks.”
Now I could definitely see my own breath. And Everett was right, the snow was undisturbed. Josslyn couldn’t have come through there, unless the snow had recently settled. But what, an inch and a half of powder snow in late June, in less than a day? Nah.
Everett got back on his bike.
“Let’s just keep going.”
We biked through the snow. About ten minutes later, we got to the edge of the tunnel.
It’d collapsed in on itself.
The ceiling had caved in and filled the entire tunnel with a steep slant of solid rock chunks. It didn’t look recent either.
We just turned around. There was no reason for us to keep pushing forward, so we decided to just go back out and follow the (if somewhat broken) main road instead. We had bikes, we could go pretty much anywhere. Still, I couldn’t help but notice how Everett seemed a bit distraught. We all were.
On our way back through the snow, I got the sense that something was off, but I couldn’t put my finger on what. But right then and there, I was just happy we were leaving.
Except we didn’t get far.
The path we came in through had also collapsed.
“Did we make a… a wrong turn?” Sam asked. “I thought this… this was just a straight line.”
“It is,” said Everett. “This, uh… this doesn’t make sense.”
“I didn’t hear anything,” I gasped. “I didn’t hear a goddamn thing.”
“This is old. There’s dust. It didn’t just collapse, this is… ,” insisted Everett.
“So we must’ve gotten turned around somewhere,” smiled Sam. “So we backtrack.”
It took us about 45 minutes to move from one end of the tunnel to the other; but both ends were definitely collapsed. How we entered in the first place was mind boggling. It didn’t make sense.
At some point, we just stopped. We stepped off our bikes and sat down. Sam used his phone as a flashlight, illuminating the dancing dust particles. The air tasted stale.
“No bars,” Sam said. “Tunnels suck.”
“It doesn’t make sense!” groaned Everett. “We got in, we can get out!”
“How?!” I asked, throwing my arms out. “I’m not seeing any exits! It… it fell!”
“That’s impossible!” spat Everett. “There would be a… a goddamn ear-bursting pressure! There’d be so much dust we… we wouldn’t be able to breathe! And there wouldn’t be goddamn snow all over the ground!”
We tried to get our phones to work. We tried moving the rocks, but the thick moisture in the air had frozen; making them all stick together like bricks and mortar. There was no way.
We wasted hours, and the temperature just kept dropping. I’d started shivering, and Sam’s breath had frozen into little icicles in his beard. Everett paced back and forth, trying to come up with a plan.
The snow was either expanding, or we kept coming back to it. Either way, it was everywhere. And the temperature kept dropping; fast.
At one point, that strange feeling in my stomach came back to me. I removed my bike light and used it as a torch. I noticed something in the snow.
I could see our tracks. Both from our bikes, and our shoes. But there was something else; a slight impression. Two thin parallel lines, running next to the wall. They twisted and turned at times, but I couldn’t make out what it was supposed to be. I called Sam and Everett over to help me, but we suddenly got distracted.
Somewhere deep in the tunnel, I heard something.
A voice.
“You should be helping me.”
It came from further in. Without a doubt in my mind, and after all these years, I could still recognize Josslyn’s voice. We tried to pinpoint where it came from, but the tunnel made it impossible.
“Joss?” Sam called out. “Joss, you there?”
Nothing. We looked at one another. It took Everett a few moments to even attempt to accept this.
“Joss!” Everett finally called out “Josslyn!”
Still, nothing.
We looked for her. I could feel myself growing more desperate as the air got colder. My teeth had started to chatter, and no amount of rubbing my arms changed a thing. My hairs were standing at attention, as if listening for warmth.
Sam and Everett kept calling out to her, but we got no response. And all over the snow I kept seeing these two parallel lines, just barely scraping the top of the snow. Either they’d been there for a while, or whatever was making them were something extraordinarily light. But there was no way of telling where it came from.
I have no idea how many hours we spent walking up and down that freezing tunnel. At some point, we all gathered in a circle and wrapped ourselves in sleeping bags. I tried to use my Firestarter, but we didn’t have much to burn. We piled up some of our extra clothes and spent the better part of an hour setting it on fire. It burned for less than ten minutes.
At some point, we just stopped trying. Our hands were raw, and I started having cold sweats. We’d turned off the lights to save on battery, but my restless eyes kept moving. I could feel myself going cross-eyed, my mind confused by the pressing dark.
There was too much ground to cover. There might be some side tunnel that we might’ve missed, but we were losing hope. I didn’t know what to make of it. Sam and Everett had gone through several cycles of arguing, making a desperate effort, being anxiously hopeful, and then back to arguing. Now they were just quiet.
I would’ve preferred an argument.
“You… should be helping me.”
We all looked up. It was distant, but not as distant as last time. I could hear Sam shuffling as he got up. He called out to Josslyn again and again, but there was no response. Sam was growing more and more desperate, and his screams got louder. At some point, he stopped calling out to her; he just screamed.
The arguing started again as Everett tried to shut him up. But I heard something. I looked up, concentrating on the sound. There was a slight reverb, like the sound bouncing off something metallic.
I put my bike light back on and looked up, letting the bright cone answer my question.
There were drainpipes running along the ceiling of the tunnel.
“Some… some kind of drainage, or a run-off,” said Sam, looking up. “That’s gotta… wait. This wasn’t at the entrance.”
“So it started further in,” I said. “Maybe there’s a maintenance area.”
At that, Everett got up.
“Yeah,” he nodded. “Yeah, that makes, uh… that makes sense.”
We followed the pipes, and I couldn’t help but notice that the parallel lines in the snow that seemed to be going the same way. They were roughly following the way the pipes were running in the ceiling. Sam and Everett didn’t seem to notice.
“There might be another way out,” said Sam. “Like a… maintenance entrance.”
“Yeah,” agreed Everett. “They can’t have people running in and out of here when the trains are coming, right?”
My stomach turned. The stress was getting to me. I wasn’t usually the quiet one of the group, but crawling around in the dark just weighed my entire mind down. It wasn’t supposed to be cold. It wasn’t supposed to be dark. We were supposed to be making hot dogs by the cabin.
There was a faint tapping sound. Something banging against the pipes, somewhere up ahead. Sam and Everett pushed forward.
And there it was. A maintenance door.
We all got excited. We ran up to it, and the moment Sam put his hands on the handle, I shouted at them to stop.
They just looked at me, barely illuminated by our combined electronics. I could see the parallel lines running in the snow leading into the maintenance door. I pointed it out to Sam and Everett, who didn’t pay it no mind. Sam thought it was water drops from condensation. Everett didn’t care.
It couldn’t be water drops. It was too cold, and too consistent. Something in me screamed at me to just… not go further. This was bad.
But the door flung open, and we stepped inside.
There was an awful smell in the air. Chemicals; mostly ammonia. It took some time getting used to, but we pushed on. There was a small corridor leading us further in, branching into maintenance tunnels that were so small that we had to move sideways to fit.
We explored, as a group. We couldn’t find an obvious way out, but we could make an educated guess. We just had to find a way that pointed us either straight forward, or straight back; following the curvature of the Rosewater tunnel.
At one point, we hit a dead end. As we turned back, I was suddenly first in line. Then we heard it again.
“You should… be helping me.”
This time it was just down the hall. It was so close it chilled me more than my freezing breath. And for a split second, I could swear I saw something move just at the edge of the light. Something that retreated into the dark with a rhythmic sound. And it was leaving behind those strange parallel lines in the frost-covered floor.
We got back to one of the maintenance hubs. The drainpipes coalesced, leading us further in. We stopped for a while, as Sam was out of batteries.
“They will come looking for us,” said Sam. “We should just go back and wait.”
“We’ll freeze,” I said. “It’s absurd, but we’ll freeze.”
“She’s right,” agreed Everett. “We… we gotta push.”
“Then I go second. I don’t have a light.”
We agreed.
And as we turned around, there was Josslyn.
We could barely make out her shape at first. She looked taller, and her hair clung to her face like she’d crawled out of a cold bath. She just stood there, barely keeping herself upright. Sam and I stood there in shock, but Everett burst into action. He sprinted forward towards her.
In a whiplash-like motion, Josslyn was pulled back into the dark. She didn’t make a sound.
I noticed two things.
One, that her legs didn’t move.
And two, that her feet barely touched the ground; leaving parallel lines in the frosted floor.
Everett rushed after her, screaming her name over and over like a desperate parrot. I was right behind him, and Sam was trying his best to keep up. We ran, seeing whiffs of her hair disappear further and further into the darkness. She was moving, fast, and we could barely keep up. Just seconds later, as we came to a four-way junction, she was gone.
Everett fell to his knees, panting. I stopped short of tripping over him.
“She… she’s here,” Everett panted. “S-something’s wrong.”
I spat and tried to stay in motion to keep my sweat from freezing. The salt stung my eyes.
“Why… why is she doing this?” he asked. “What’s going on?”
“Wait,” I said.
I turned around.
“Where’s Sam?”
We backtracked. We tried to mentally map those labyrinthian halls, but we just came up with dead end after dead end. Sam was gone. Disappeared into the dark.
And somewhere, far ahead, we could hear something again.
“Yooooouu~ should be… helping me.”
But this time, in Sam’s voice.
Sam’s broken, drawling, drawn-out half-voice. It made the drainpipes reverberate, shaking with excitement.
This time, we turned the other way. We couldn’t keep getting pulled further and further in. We made a silent agreement that whatever was in there was something we didn’t want to see. We had to keep going, and once we got out, we could help.
“We… we have to follow the pipes,” said Everett. “They have to lead outside at some point!”
“Or they’ll just… just lead us further in!”
“We can’t keep running in circles! We pick a path, and we stick to it!”
He grabbed my shoulders. Even with barely functioning light, I could see the panicked size of his pupils. I nodded. Whatever it took for us to stick together.
We must’ve walked for hours. And finally, it opened up into another junction. This one with only two adjoining corridors. But by now, we’d moved around so much there was no way to tell what was north, south, or in-between. We could only guess.
“You pick,” said Everett.
And I did.
We followed one of the halls, and I could hear my footsteps growing louder. The echo was increasing. Moments later, the halls opened into a kind of hub area where all the drainpipes coalesced. It was much large than expected, with solid concrete walls and floors. Dozens of pipes lead us here.
Everett was about to rush forward when I put a hand on his shoulder. I looked around for a bit, but he brushed me off and kept going.
“Wait!” I called out, pointing.
There was something up ahead.
It was impossible not to recognize Sam. His body hanging limp, inches off the ground like a stringed-up puppet.
His skin white as snow, with icicles hanging from his beard and hair. He didn’t move.
“You shooooould… be helping me,” his body groaned, without ever moving his mouth.
The shadows behind him moved.
The very dark of the room; it moved.
And at that moment, I realized there was something oil-slick and dark slithering along the pipes; holding Sam up like a ventriloquist dummy.
“Sssssshould. Sssssshould be.”
I could see Josslyn’s bike, snapped in half and thrown into a corner. Strange flowers grew along the edge of the wall; like little sunflowers, frozen and blue.
I could see Josslyn’s backpack torn open and thrown across the floor. The hot dogs, trampled and abandoned. And there at the very edge of my light, I could see Josslyn’s frozen hair splayed across the concrete in a pool of frozen blood.
Unnatural hands crawled across the drainpipes, causing a rhythmic thumping. And just as the horror of this vision sunk into me, my mind exploded into panic. It was like watching through my eyes like a passenger, surrendering completely to whatever power would get me out of there. My mind lit up the world with fear, as a real and tangible threat started coming our way; and it was dragging Sam along.
I bolted back out the door. Something was right behind me, but I didn’t know if it was Everett or… that Sam-thing. I didn’t care. I didn’t care the slightest.
I turned a quick corner. Everett followed. The Sam-thing couldn’t keep up, and whatever held him just tossed him aside. I could hear his body shattering like a gypsum statue; his body frozen solid.
Another corner. A quick turn.
Too quick.
I tripped on my own feet. I fell, and Everett fell right after me. We ended up on our sides, lying face-to-face. Something in my elbow broke, and I couldn’t get up.
Then, Everett stopped. I did too. I held my breath, waiting for whatever pain there was to come. Everett looked at me, slack jawed.
His breathing stopped. A long mosquito-like appendage had extended down from the drainpipes, piercing the back of his skull, like popping a water balloon. It was sucking out his warmth, making his skin lose its color. Eyes sinking into his skull, freezing. Nails and tongue turning black. Skin cracking like porcelain. Membranes shriveling into nothing but dry meat.
“Yooooooou~ “ it started. “… yoooOoou… heEeeeeEelping me. Help. Helping meeeee.”
I couldn’t look away.
But as my light dwindled, all that was left was the cold of his touch, and his words; frozen in time.
“Shhhh… shhhhoooOo… should be. Be. Be.”
As my light went out, all that was left was one desperate plea. And for a moment, it sounded just like him.
“Helping me. Helping. Helping me. Helping… me.”
I must’ve stayed there for hours, growing colder by the minute. I just lay there, listening to him slowly learning how to talk with Everett’s body. My tears had frozen my eyelids shut, and my shivers had subsided to a deep throbbing pain.
At some point, Everett was lifted off the floor. And as a cold spike poked against my skin, I realized I could barely feel it. I was too cold.
The creature must’ve thought the same thing, as it left me there. I had no warmth left for it to feast on.
I was no longer interesting prey. I’d accidentally strained my elbow as I fell, and I could barely feel my legs. Further and further away, I could hear the rhythmic thumping as the creature moved along the drainpipes. The pleas of what remained of Everett grew more confident, and distant.
At some point, it wasn’t interested anymore. I fumbled down corridor after corridor, trying to keep my eyes open.
And out of nowhere, the tunnels just seemed to... open up.
On the other side of the Rosewater Tunnel, the light blinded me.
The sun of late June promised me that I was finally safe.
Now, this was all about… five years ago. Law enforcement insist that we were “urban explorers” who messed up. There had been reports of rockslides near the Rosewater Tunnels, and they figured that Sam, Everett and Josslyn got caught in it somewhere deep in the abandoned side tunnels. They didn’t take any other report or indication of wrongdoing seriously. That I had frost burns in late June didn’t seem to bother them.
I’ve been holding off on writing this story as it was technically open for investigation until last September. They finally closed it, officially classifying it as a kind of spelunking expedition gone wrong. They swear they’ve investigated the tunnel, but I have yet to see a single squad car anywhere near it.
I don’t think this is over.
I’ve since left it all behind. The town, the people, the past.
And whatever future I have left, I will cherish.
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That summer was the first summer we went to Everett’s cabin. We biked up there with his dad and spent three days hiking, fishing, telling stories, building a treehouse, and chowing down on hot dogs. It was amazing, and probably the first time in my life where I truly felt like part of a group.
For the next few years, we went back up there every summer. Sometimes we’d get another member, sometimes we’d lose one. People came and went, but we biked up there every summer nonetheless.
They became my best friends. I was one of the “original members” alongside Everett and Sam, but one year we had Lewis, another year there was Owen, and so on. But me, Everett, and Sam? We were always there. The originals.
By the time we all turned 14, there was another girl joining the group; Sam’s girlfriend Josslyn. I’d had some trouble getting along with other girls, so I was a bit hesitant about having Josslyn come along. But I was hilariously wrong. Within a couple of weeks, Josslyn became my best friend. She was like the sister I never had.
The year we turned 16 was the last time we would go there as a group. By then, everyone was growing up. Some were going to college; others were getting a job. Hell, Sam and Josslyn had just broken up and could barely be in the same room. Spending the summer in Everett’s cabin became one of those things that you just stop doing. We promised we’d go back there someday and celebrate summer the right way, knowing full well that would probably never happen.
And then, nothing. And as with all names and faces, they started growing distant. We kept in touch every now and then, but Sam, Everett and Josslyn all went on with their lives. I did too.
That was until a few years ago, when we all turned 30.
By then, Sam was about to move out of state. His startup company had gained some traction, and they were moving their main office. He was hitting the big leagues.
Josslyn was planning a move to Scotland. She’d met this guy at the university that she fell head over heels in love with, and the two of them’d had a long-distance relationship for close to a decade.
Everett, well, he’d tried to play the family man. He had a four-year old son and a two-year old girl with a woman who was divorcing him. Oof.
And me? Well, I wasn’t dealing with my aging very well. I’ve had anxiety all my life and haven’t celebrated a birthday since I was 14. I can barely look myself in the mirror, horrified of the possibility of seeing a grey hair. I’m a bit of a hypochondriac, truth be told, and I imagine feeling all kinds of cramps and pains because of my age. And yes, I know 30 isn’t that old. Doesn’t matter.
But that summer, Everett sent us a message out of nowhere. His family was selling the cabin, and he figured one more trip down memory lane would do us all some good. The whole area was being sold off to a logging company at the end of summer. Personally, I just think the divorce was getting to him.
At first, I wasn’t going to accept. But after seeing both Sam and Josslyn agreeing to come, I couldn’t say no. Maybe it would distract me from turning 30.
So one sunny day in late June I drove down from Morgantown back home to Juniper (WV), not knowing what to expect. I figured I might get a nice weekend out of it.
And as I met up with Sam and Everett, it was as if nothing had changed. They hugged me. We laughed, we joked around, and we laughed some more. Everett had rented us mountain bikes. I got the blue one.
Sure, they looked a bit different. Sam had put on a few pounds and had a thick pair of glasses. He was already sweating. Everett, who used to have dreadlocks, had this short and neat office-type haircut, and his eyes looked darker. But that was all just appearance; they were the same guys. Same humor, same smiles, same favorite superheroes. Wonderful.
We stopped at the supermarket. I was comparing beef jerky prices when Sam walked up to me.
“Josslyn went on ahead,” he explained. “The roads are all dug up, so we’re taking the tunnel.”
“The Rosewater tunnel? By the railroad?” I asked.
“Yeah,” nodded Sam. “Shouldn’t take long. Josslyn is already up there.”
Made sense to me. Josslyn was the outdoorsy type. She was probably up there making a fire by rubbing sticks together or something. But just in case, I bought myself a Firestarter. You never know.
And then we were off. Riding bikes with the same people, down the same roads. Sure, it all looked different, but it really wasn’t. After all these years, I was still just me and the guys. For a moment, I felt this surge of optimism; like everything, somehow, might turn out all right.
Everett took point. We followed a trail deep into the pine forest, sweating under the summer sun. The canopy was a blessing, hiding us from the afternoon heat. It took us a bit over an hour to find the railroad tracks. We followed them north. Sam was sweating like he’d never even seen a bike before.
Then we got to the tunnel. The old Rosewater tunnel wasn’t long, but it was old. Everyone knew about it, but it was the kind of place that parents refused to let their kids go near. The place was probably covered in mold. Still, biking through it wouldn’t be a problem. You could feel the draft coming through.
The tunnel had a slight curve to it, so we couldn’t see the other side. Still, Everett took point and howled with joy as he entered. The echo bounced off the walls, reaching into the mountain. Sam followed suit, shrieking just as loud. We dove deep into the dark with the rhythmic thumping of the railroad tracks beneath us.
Our bike lights shone as bright as they could, but the tunnel swallowed them. It was getting colder and colder, almost to the point of my breath showing. Little dust particles danced in the weak light. The sound of spinning bike chains and thumping wheels echoed, and the air tasted like old moisture.
Suddenly, Everett stopped. Then Sam. And soon, I could see why.
We were in the middle of the tunnel, and there was something covering the ground.
Snow.
We were all standing there dumbfounded. Snow? In late June? That didn’t make a lick of sense.
“That’s just weird,” said Sam. “Let’s keep going.”
“Wait,” said Everett.
He stepped off his bike and walked around for a bit. I leaned against my handlebar, feeling the weight of my backpack. I hadn’t even noticed how out of breath I was. Everett leaned down, looking at the snow.
“What’s up?” Sam asked. “We going?”
“Yeah, yeah,” nodded Everett. “It’s just… I dunno.”
“Dunno what?”
“Like… where’re the tracks?”
“You’re sitting on ‘em” I added. “What’s the deal?”
“No, Josslyn’s tracks.”
Now I could definitely see my own breath. And Everett was right, the snow was undisturbed. Josslyn couldn’t have come through there, unless the snow had recently settled. But what, an inch and a half of powder snow in late June, in less than a day? Nah.
Everett got back on his bike.
“Let’s just keep going.”
We biked through the snow. About ten minutes later, we got to the edge of the tunnel.
It’d collapsed in on itself.
The ceiling had caved in and filled the entire tunnel with a steep slant of solid rock chunks. It didn’t look recent either.
We just turned around. There was no reason for us to keep pushing forward, so we decided to just go back out and follow the (if somewhat broken) main road instead. We had bikes, we could go pretty much anywhere. Still, I couldn’t help but notice how Everett seemed a bit distraught. We all were.
On our way back through the snow, I got the sense that something was off, but I couldn’t put my finger on what. But right then and there, I was just happy we were leaving.
Except we didn’t get far.
The path we came in through had also collapsed.
“Did we make a… a wrong turn?” Sam asked. “I thought this… this was just a straight line.”
“It is,” said Everett. “This, uh… this doesn’t make sense.”
“I didn’t hear anything,” I gasped. “I didn’t hear a goddamn thing.”
“This is old. There’s dust. It didn’t just collapse, this is… ,” insisted Everett.
“So we must’ve gotten turned around somewhere,” smiled Sam. “So we backtrack.”
It took us about 45 minutes to move from one end of the tunnel to the other; but both ends were definitely collapsed. How we entered in the first place was mind boggling. It didn’t make sense.
At some point, we just stopped. We stepped off our bikes and sat down. Sam used his phone as a flashlight, illuminating the dancing dust particles. The air tasted stale.
“No bars,” Sam said. “Tunnels suck.”
“It doesn’t make sense!” groaned Everett. “We got in, we can get out!”
“How?!” I asked, throwing my arms out. “I’m not seeing any exits! It… it fell!”
“That’s impossible!” spat Everett. “There would be a… a goddamn ear-bursting pressure! There’d be so much dust we… we wouldn’t be able to breathe! And there wouldn’t be goddamn snow all over the ground!”
We tried to get our phones to work. We tried moving the rocks, but the thick moisture in the air had frozen; making them all stick together like bricks and mortar. There was no way.
We wasted hours, and the temperature just kept dropping. I’d started shivering, and Sam’s breath had frozen into little icicles in his beard. Everett paced back and forth, trying to come up with a plan.
The snow was either expanding, or we kept coming back to it. Either way, it was everywhere. And the temperature kept dropping; fast.
At one point, that strange feeling in my stomach came back to me. I removed my bike light and used it as a torch. I noticed something in the snow.
I could see our tracks. Both from our bikes, and our shoes. But there was something else; a slight impression. Two thin parallel lines, running next to the wall. They twisted and turned at times, but I couldn’t make out what it was supposed to be. I called Sam and Everett over to help me, but we suddenly got distracted.
Somewhere deep in the tunnel, I heard something.
A voice.
“You should be helping me.”
It came from further in. Without a doubt in my mind, and after all these years, I could still recognize Josslyn’s voice. We tried to pinpoint where it came from, but the tunnel made it impossible.
“Joss?” Sam called out. “Joss, you there?”
Nothing. We looked at one another. It took Everett a few moments to even attempt to accept this.
“Joss!” Everett finally called out “Josslyn!”
Still, nothing.
We looked for her. I could feel myself growing more desperate as the air got colder. My teeth had started to chatter, and no amount of rubbing my arms changed a thing. My hairs were standing at attention, as if listening for warmth.
Sam and Everett kept calling out to her, but we got no response. And all over the snow I kept seeing these two parallel lines, just barely scraping the top of the snow. Either they’d been there for a while, or whatever was making them were something extraordinarily light. But there was no way of telling where it came from.
I have no idea how many hours we spent walking up and down that freezing tunnel. At some point, we all gathered in a circle and wrapped ourselves in sleeping bags. I tried to use my Firestarter, but we didn’t have much to burn. We piled up some of our extra clothes and spent the better part of an hour setting it on fire. It burned for less than ten minutes.
At some point, we just stopped trying. Our hands were raw, and I started having cold sweats. We’d turned off the lights to save on battery, but my restless eyes kept moving. I could feel myself going cross-eyed, my mind confused by the pressing dark.
There was too much ground to cover. There might be some side tunnel that we might’ve missed, but we were losing hope. I didn’t know what to make of it. Sam and Everett had gone through several cycles of arguing, making a desperate effort, being anxiously hopeful, and then back to arguing. Now they were just quiet.
I would’ve preferred an argument.
“You… should be helping me.”
We all looked up. It was distant, but not as distant as last time. I could hear Sam shuffling as he got up. He called out to Josslyn again and again, but there was no response. Sam was growing more and more desperate, and his screams got louder. At some point, he stopped calling out to her; he just screamed.
The arguing started again as Everett tried to shut him up. But I heard something. I looked up, concentrating on the sound. There was a slight reverb, like the sound bouncing off something metallic.
I put my bike light back on and looked up, letting the bright cone answer my question.
There were drainpipes running along the ceiling of the tunnel.
“Some… some kind of drainage, or a run-off,” said Sam, looking up. “That’s gotta… wait. This wasn’t at the entrance.”
“So it started further in,” I said. “Maybe there’s a maintenance area.”
At that, Everett got up.
“Yeah,” he nodded. “Yeah, that makes, uh… that makes sense.”
We followed the pipes, and I couldn’t help but notice that the parallel lines in the snow that seemed to be going the same way. They were roughly following the way the pipes were running in the ceiling. Sam and Everett didn’t seem to notice.
“There might be another way out,” said Sam. “Like a… maintenance entrance.”
“Yeah,” agreed Everett. “They can’t have people running in and out of here when the trains are coming, right?”
My stomach turned. The stress was getting to me. I wasn’t usually the quiet one of the group, but crawling around in the dark just weighed my entire mind down. It wasn’t supposed to be cold. It wasn’t supposed to be dark. We were supposed to be making hot dogs by the cabin.
There was a faint tapping sound. Something banging against the pipes, somewhere up ahead. Sam and Everett pushed forward.
And there it was. A maintenance door.
We all got excited. We ran up to it, and the moment Sam put his hands on the handle, I shouted at them to stop.
They just looked at me, barely illuminated by our combined electronics. I could see the parallel lines running in the snow leading into the maintenance door. I pointed it out to Sam and Everett, who didn’t pay it no mind. Sam thought it was water drops from condensation. Everett didn’t care.
It couldn’t be water drops. It was too cold, and too consistent. Something in me screamed at me to just… not go further. This was bad.
But the door flung open, and we stepped inside.
There was an awful smell in the air. Chemicals; mostly ammonia. It took some time getting used to, but we pushed on. There was a small corridor leading us further in, branching into maintenance tunnels that were so small that we had to move sideways to fit.
We explored, as a group. We couldn’t find an obvious way out, but we could make an educated guess. We just had to find a way that pointed us either straight forward, or straight back; following the curvature of the Rosewater tunnel.
At one point, we hit a dead end. As we turned back, I was suddenly first in line. Then we heard it again.
“You should… be helping me.”
This time it was just down the hall. It was so close it chilled me more than my freezing breath. And for a split second, I could swear I saw something move just at the edge of the light. Something that retreated into the dark with a rhythmic sound. And it was leaving behind those strange parallel lines in the frost-covered floor.
We got back to one of the maintenance hubs. The drainpipes coalesced, leading us further in. We stopped for a while, as Sam was out of batteries.
“They will come looking for us,” said Sam. “We should just go back and wait.”
“We’ll freeze,” I said. “It’s absurd, but we’ll freeze.”
“She’s right,” agreed Everett. “We… we gotta push.”
“Then I go second. I don’t have a light.”
We agreed.
And as we turned around, there was Josslyn.
We could barely make out her shape at first. She looked taller, and her hair clung to her face like she’d crawled out of a cold bath. She just stood there, barely keeping herself upright. Sam and I stood there in shock, but Everett burst into action. He sprinted forward towards her.
In a whiplash-like motion, Josslyn was pulled back into the dark. She didn’t make a sound.
I noticed two things.
One, that her legs didn’t move.
And two, that her feet barely touched the ground; leaving parallel lines in the frosted floor.
Everett rushed after her, screaming her name over and over like a desperate parrot. I was right behind him, and Sam was trying his best to keep up. We ran, seeing whiffs of her hair disappear further and further into the darkness. She was moving, fast, and we could barely keep up. Just seconds later, as we came to a four-way junction, she was gone.
Everett fell to his knees, panting. I stopped short of tripping over him.
“She… she’s here,” Everett panted. “S-something’s wrong.”
I spat and tried to stay in motion to keep my sweat from freezing. The salt stung my eyes.
“Why… why is she doing this?” he asked. “What’s going on?”
“Wait,” I said.
I turned around.
“Where’s Sam?”
We backtracked. We tried to mentally map those labyrinthian halls, but we just came up with dead end after dead end. Sam was gone. Disappeared into the dark.
And somewhere, far ahead, we could hear something again.
“Yooooouu~ should be… helping me.”
But this time, in Sam’s voice.
Sam’s broken, drawling, drawn-out half-voice. It made the drainpipes reverberate, shaking with excitement.
This time, we turned the other way. We couldn’t keep getting pulled further and further in. We made a silent agreement that whatever was in there was something we didn’t want to see. We had to keep going, and once we got out, we could help.
“We… we have to follow the pipes,” said Everett. “They have to lead outside at some point!”
“Or they’ll just… just lead us further in!”
“We can’t keep running in circles! We pick a path, and we stick to it!”
He grabbed my shoulders. Even with barely functioning light, I could see the panicked size of his pupils. I nodded. Whatever it took for us to stick together.
We must’ve walked for hours. And finally, it opened up into another junction. This one with only two adjoining corridors. But by now, we’d moved around so much there was no way to tell what was north, south, or in-between. We could only guess.
“You pick,” said Everett.
And I did.
We followed one of the halls, and I could hear my footsteps growing louder. The echo was increasing. Moments later, the halls opened into a kind of hub area where all the drainpipes coalesced. It was much large than expected, with solid concrete walls and floors. Dozens of pipes lead us here.
Everett was about to rush forward when I put a hand on his shoulder. I looked around for a bit, but he brushed me off and kept going.
“Wait!” I called out, pointing.
There was something up ahead.
It was impossible not to recognize Sam. His body hanging limp, inches off the ground like a stringed-up puppet.
His skin white as snow, with icicles hanging from his beard and hair. He didn’t move.
“You shooooould… be helping me,” his body groaned, without ever moving his mouth.
The shadows behind him moved.
The very dark of the room; it moved.
And at that moment, I realized there was something oil-slick and dark slithering along the pipes; holding Sam up like a ventriloquist dummy.
“Sssssshould. Sssssshould be.”
I could see Josslyn’s bike, snapped in half and thrown into a corner. Strange flowers grew along the edge of the wall; like little sunflowers, frozen and blue.
I could see Josslyn’s backpack torn open and thrown across the floor. The hot dogs, trampled and abandoned. And there at the very edge of my light, I could see Josslyn’s frozen hair splayed across the concrete in a pool of frozen blood.
Unnatural hands crawled across the drainpipes, causing a rhythmic thumping. And just as the horror of this vision sunk into me, my mind exploded into panic. It was like watching through my eyes like a passenger, surrendering completely to whatever power would get me out of there. My mind lit up the world with fear, as a real and tangible threat started coming our way; and it was dragging Sam along.
I bolted back out the door. Something was right behind me, but I didn’t know if it was Everett or… that Sam-thing. I didn’t care. I didn’t care the slightest.
I turned a quick corner. Everett followed. The Sam-thing couldn’t keep up, and whatever held him just tossed him aside. I could hear his body shattering like a gypsum statue; his body frozen solid.
Another corner. A quick turn.
Too quick.
I tripped on my own feet. I fell, and Everett fell right after me. We ended up on our sides, lying face-to-face. Something in my elbow broke, and I couldn’t get up.
Then, Everett stopped. I did too. I held my breath, waiting for whatever pain there was to come. Everett looked at me, slack jawed.
His breathing stopped. A long mosquito-like appendage had extended down from the drainpipes, piercing the back of his skull, like popping a water balloon. It was sucking out his warmth, making his skin lose its color. Eyes sinking into his skull, freezing. Nails and tongue turning black. Skin cracking like porcelain. Membranes shriveling into nothing but dry meat.
“Yooooooou~ “ it started. “… yoooOoou… heEeeeeEelping me. Help. Helping meeeee.”
I couldn’t look away.
But as my light dwindled, all that was left was the cold of his touch, and his words; frozen in time.
“Shhhh… shhhhoooOo… should be. Be. Be.”
As my light went out, all that was left was one desperate plea. And for a moment, it sounded just like him.
“Helping me. Helping. Helping me. Helping… me.”
I must’ve stayed there for hours, growing colder by the minute. I just lay there, listening to him slowly learning how to talk with Everett’s body. My tears had frozen my eyelids shut, and my shivers had subsided to a deep throbbing pain.
At some point, Everett was lifted off the floor. And as a cold spike poked against my skin, I realized I could barely feel it. I was too cold.
The creature must’ve thought the same thing, as it left me there. I had no warmth left for it to feast on.
I was no longer interesting prey. I’d accidentally strained my elbow as I fell, and I could barely feel my legs. Further and further away, I could hear the rhythmic thumping as the creature moved along the drainpipes. The pleas of what remained of Everett grew more confident, and distant.
At some point, it wasn’t interested anymore. I fumbled down corridor after corridor, trying to keep my eyes open.
And out of nowhere, the tunnels just seemed to... open up.
On the other side of the Rosewater Tunnel, the light blinded me.
The sun of late June promised me that I was finally safe.
Now, this was all about… five years ago. Law enforcement insist that we were “urban explorers” who messed up. There had been reports of rockslides near the Rosewater Tunnels, and they figured that Sam, Everett and Josslyn got caught in it somewhere deep in the abandoned side tunnels. They didn’t take any other report or indication of wrongdoing seriously. That I had frost burns in late June didn’t seem to bother them.
I’ve been holding off on writing this story as it was technically open for investigation until last September. They finally closed it, officially classifying it as a kind of spelunking expedition gone wrong. They swear they’ve investigated the tunnel, but I have yet to see a single squad car anywhere near it.
I don’t think this is over.
I’ve since left it all behind. The town, the people, the past.
And whatever future I have left, I will cherish.
2023.03.25 02:06 Fickle_Ad_3554 WA - Malpractice Personal Injury Firm
I hired a personal injury firm to represent me in a personal injury case, but my experience with them has been disappointing even beyond my wildest expectations. During negotiations, my attorney, a professional bullsh*t artist, repeatedly told me that my case was worth more than the settlement amount, but he still strongly urged me to settle and accept the offer against my better judgment. It soon became evident that there was a lack of diligence, urgency, and care paid to my case. It seemed like he was only interested in settling the case quickly, rather than putting in additional research or effort to reach a satisfying result. Looking back, I felt forced to follow his counsel to accept the low-ball offer of $35,500 on nearly $19,000 in medical bills, barely enough to cover their 33.3% attorney fee and my own bills.
On April 6, 2022, I sustained extensive injuries, including a 2-inch diameter concussion and subsequent dent on my head, bruising, and injuries to my neck, arms, shoulder, both legs, and knees in a car accident in Seattle. I had difficulty walking for many months due to shooting pain in my knees, and I hired this firm to protect me during my recovery process. I finished all treatment in August 2022. I had to spend hours tracing down providers and insurance representatives during my workday, which was something I specifically hired this firm to do. Paralegal told me during our last interaction over the phone that I did not have health insurance last year, which was not true as I had provided that information when I signed with the firm and they had it on record. Attorney later said she misspoke, but it raised concerns about whether they cross-checked information for accuracy.
Furthermore, a majority of bills from this case have been sent to collections and I have been in the complete dark as to when they would resolve. My insurance company had no records of radiologist or Physical Therapy office, and I had to personally bring all this to their attention and present relevant information to facilitate these claims. I never received detailed and itemized ledgers of claims, dates of service, or regular updates.
I found additional errors with their balances at UW Medicine and learned more balances were in collections. When I brought this to their attention, I was met with more condescending and dismissive responses. It is very clear that this firm is incapable of taking responsibility for their actions and apologizing for their mistakes.
The lack of communication and negligence from this firm is deeply unacceptable and has caused me significant harm. I was then handed over to the 'managing partner' to be handled and mitigated. It was clear immediately by her condescending tone that she did not take this case seriously and offered to 'set up weekly meetings over the next few months' as the case resolved and bills re-processed due to this firm's specific errors. I started to look deeper into the firm and ask questions around other firms as to their conduct and reputation. It is clear now that this is simply a high-volume firm and litigation adverse, meaning they try to settle cases as quickly as possible without consideration for the best outcome for their clients.
Even after I brought all this to their attention and they agreed to take 25% off the attorney fee, a slap in the face for the amount of time I have personally put in to get this case back on track, the managing partner, has now said to 'please move forward with filing a complaint with the Washington State Bar. We will cooperate fully with them and hold the remaining funds in trust.'
What can I do to hold these people accountable?
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On April 6, 2022, I sustained extensive injuries, including a 2-inch diameter concussion and subsequent dent on my head, bruising, and injuries to my neck, arms, shoulder, both legs, and knees in a car accident in Seattle. I had difficulty walking for many months due to shooting pain in my knees, and I hired this firm to protect me during my recovery process. I finished all treatment in August 2022. I had to spend hours tracing down providers and insurance representatives during my workday, which was something I specifically hired this firm to do. Paralegal told me during our last interaction over the phone that I did not have health insurance last year, which was not true as I had provided that information when I signed with the firm and they had it on record. Attorney later said she misspoke, but it raised concerns about whether they cross-checked information for accuracy.
Furthermore, a majority of bills from this case have been sent to collections and I have been in the complete dark as to when they would resolve. My insurance company had no records of radiologist or Physical Therapy office, and I had to personally bring all this to their attention and present relevant information to facilitate these claims. I never received detailed and itemized ledgers of claims, dates of service, or regular updates.
I found additional errors with their balances at UW Medicine and learned more balances were in collections. When I brought this to their attention, I was met with more condescending and dismissive responses. It is very clear that this firm is incapable of taking responsibility for their actions and apologizing for their mistakes.
The lack of communication and negligence from this firm is deeply unacceptable and has caused me significant harm. I was then handed over to the 'managing partner' to be handled and mitigated. It was clear immediately by her condescending tone that she did not take this case seriously and offered to 'set up weekly meetings over the next few months' as the case resolved and bills re-processed due to this firm's specific errors. I started to look deeper into the firm and ask questions around other firms as to their conduct and reputation. It is clear now that this is simply a high-volume firm and litigation adverse, meaning they try to settle cases as quickly as possible without consideration for the best outcome for their clients.
Even after I brought all this to their attention and they agreed to take 25% off the attorney fee, a slap in the face for the amount of time I have personally put in to get this case back on track, the managing partner, has now said to 'please move forward with filing a complaint with the Washington State Bar. We will cooperate fully with them and hold the remaining funds in trust.'
What can I do to hold these people accountable?
2023.03.25 02:06 Dally-Llama Manager says I need to work after first day of absence medical leave
This is kind of just a rant and stress ramble but if anyones had similar struggles id love to hear what you did.
I won't get into everything that's happening health wise because that's not what this is about haha but the short version is I've had worsening health problems for a few years now and have applied for medical leave through Sedgwick my first day of absence having been yesterday. I have terrible memory loss that's gotten progressively more terrifying recently (my neurologist at Mayo Clinic referred me for a comprehensive memory test since I failed the short office one so badly) peripheral vision loss that's caused me to knock pitchers of refresher base onto myself three times now in the last month and headaches and brain fog... obviously all of this has made it really hard to work in general but I pushed through until last week when not only was everything worse but my mental health started really taking a turn with trying to just get through the day in general let alone in a service job that relies a lot on memory and focus. My sick leave was supposed to start in a week but after struggling through another shift and having a breakdown after I moved it up (and thank god because I'm getting to the point again I was 2 years ago when I could barely even leave my apartment let alone work).
I'm having appointment after appointment and finally my doctors are starting to hone in on an autoimmune cause but I don't know if I'll ever get back to full functioning which is terrifying especially since I've had to put off college for so long. Ive been super open with my manager just so she has context to why I'm struggling and why I've been having a harder time with work. I called Sedgwick to move up my first day of absence and she told me I need to come in anyway for a shift she couldn't get covered. I fully understand why it's hard for the store to have a barista not able to work their shift but it is much much harder on me to not be able to work (I actually really like being a barista and enjoy my shifts).
When I texted her mid breakdown after that shift when I realized I couldn't do it anymore to explain how awful I was feeling and how hard it was and that I thought id need to move my leave up I didn't even get an acknowledgment until I told her that I was moving it up. It's fine, restaurant managers are very famously cavalier about employee health but what's bothering me is her insisting I work a shift when I moved my first day of absence because I CANNOT work. I can't even drive right now since my confusion and memory loss reached a point where I got lost in my own neighborhood, drove in the opposite lane and nearly wrecked with a truck. SHE KNOWS ALL THIS, SHE KNOWS MY SYMPTOMS. I've called 8 stores in my district to look for coverage but it really fucking sucks to be on my managers bad side because of something that's beyond my control and already making my life hell in so many other ways.
I called sedgewick who said my claim was still in the review process but that since my manager knows a claim was opened and that I was passed my first day of absence that I should just use PTO but I'm now on her bad side (she's expressed very clearly how difficult I've made life for her).
My anxiety is off the charts now and I'm really not sure what to do to protect my job... even if I use PTO and doctors note I feel like work is going to suck going back to after leave now, if I'm able to finally move past this awful health chapter (but my doctors suspect an autoimmune disease which means even with treatment I could have episodes again in the future depending on which one I may have).
I don't know what to do I guess except hope that Sunday I feel magically better AND the extreme anxiety that has now cropped up around my work goes down.
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I won't get into everything that's happening health wise because that's not what this is about haha but the short version is I've had worsening health problems for a few years now and have applied for medical leave through Sedgwick my first day of absence having been yesterday. I have terrible memory loss that's gotten progressively more terrifying recently (my neurologist at Mayo Clinic referred me for a comprehensive memory test since I failed the short office one so badly) peripheral vision loss that's caused me to knock pitchers of refresher base onto myself three times now in the last month and headaches and brain fog... obviously all of this has made it really hard to work in general but I pushed through until last week when not only was everything worse but my mental health started really taking a turn with trying to just get through the day in general let alone in a service job that relies a lot on memory and focus. My sick leave was supposed to start in a week but after struggling through another shift and having a breakdown after I moved it up (and thank god because I'm getting to the point again I was 2 years ago when I could barely even leave my apartment let alone work).
I'm having appointment after appointment and finally my doctors are starting to hone in on an autoimmune cause but I don't know if I'll ever get back to full functioning which is terrifying especially since I've had to put off college for so long. Ive been super open with my manager just so she has context to why I'm struggling and why I've been having a harder time with work. I called Sedgwick to move up my first day of absence and she told me I need to come in anyway for a shift she couldn't get covered. I fully understand why it's hard for the store to have a barista not able to work their shift but it is much much harder on me to not be able to work (I actually really like being a barista and enjoy my shifts).
When I texted her mid breakdown after that shift when I realized I couldn't do it anymore to explain how awful I was feeling and how hard it was and that I thought id need to move my leave up I didn't even get an acknowledgment until I told her that I was moving it up. It's fine, restaurant managers are very famously cavalier about employee health but what's bothering me is her insisting I work a shift when I moved my first day of absence because I CANNOT work. I can't even drive right now since my confusion and memory loss reached a point where I got lost in my own neighborhood, drove in the opposite lane and nearly wrecked with a truck. SHE KNOWS ALL THIS, SHE KNOWS MY SYMPTOMS. I've called 8 stores in my district to look for coverage but it really fucking sucks to be on my managers bad side because of something that's beyond my control and already making my life hell in so many other ways.
I called sedgewick who said my claim was still in the review process but that since my manager knows a claim was opened and that I was passed my first day of absence that I should just use PTO but I'm now on her bad side (she's expressed very clearly how difficult I've made life for her).
My anxiety is off the charts now and I'm really not sure what to do to protect my job... even if I use PTO and doctors note I feel like work is going to suck going back to after leave now, if I'm able to finally move past this awful health chapter (but my doctors suspect an autoimmune disease which means even with treatment I could have episodes again in the future depending on which one I may have).
I don't know what to do I guess except hope that Sunday I feel magically better AND the extreme anxiety that has now cropped up around my work goes down.
2023.03.25 02:04 F-a-t-h-e-r Should changing your native policy really cost a stability?
I’ve been playing this game since ~2014 and as far as I remember, this mechanic has always cost a stability to change, but I was just thinking like doesn’t that seem excessive? I understand it’s an administrative policy so I could see costing 50-100 admin or something, but a stability seems so silly to me. You’re saying our approach to our native policy changing direction is equivalent to our monarch dying? Idk it just kinda seems ridiculous now that I’ve put any amount of thought into it at all. Does anyone else feel it should be changed or should it just stay as it is? I honestly change my policy like once per game maximum, so it really doesn’t matter, but I would probably change it more fluidly if it wasn’t such a silly high price to pay.
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2023.03.25 02:04 SafyrJL Nightmare Insurance Claim
Hello personalfinance,
I also posted this to insurance, but wanted the advice of you all, as I think you can offer some knowledge on how to proceed through my very stressful insurance claim (that is costing me a fair amount of $$$).
To provide some backstory, I submitted a claim for an attempted theft on my 2013 Hyundai Accent in early January of 2023.
While the thief did not get away with my vehicle, they got their bodily fluids over nearly every area on the inside of my car. Blood and other substances were found soaked into the seats of the vehicle, headliner, and nearly every other panel in the vehicle interior. Furthermore, beyond the crippling ignition damage and smashed window that was caused, they left their used drug paraphernalia strewn about my vehicle and the odor from the substances was absolutely horrifying. In short, the vehicle was completely unfit for human occupancy (even in small instances) and was a biohazard. I quickly contacted my insurance company (Amica) about this issue after filing a police report and they stated it would be several days before an assessor could look at my vehicle. The vehicle sat unsecured and completely trashed in the parking lot of my apartment complex while I patiently wanted to cater to them during this time.
For reference, the vehicle (pre-claim) was not in amazing shape. It has fading paint all over, cosmetic damage to the exterior, and was well used with over 130,000 miles on the odometer. The Kelly Blue Book value of this car in perfect condition is approximately $4,000; my vehicle is nowhere near that state and worth far less. Upon assessment, despite my insistance that the vehicle should be totaled, the assessor estimated the total cost of repairs in the realm of ~$1,200 dollars to remove all biohazards, replace the rear passenger window, and repair the steering column along with some other damages. To give you an idea of how far they went to avoid totaling my destroyed Hyundai, they quoted a rear-window replacement at $25.00 from a junkyard in a city that is over 150 miles from where I live. In what world does it cost only $25.00 to acquire a piece of glass and transport it 150+ miles and then install it? This exact process was completed for all listed repair items.
I was able to get my vehicle into a shop the week after the assessment. However, fast forward nearly three months later and my car has yet to be repaired. Meanwhile, I have had to pay out of pocket for a rental car and had to go out and purchase a new vehicle to stay financially solvent during this process (because rental cars are really, really expensive). Amica did set me up with a rental car, however, another issue was encountered here. I pay for $1200 dollars of rental reimbursement on my policy. My total rental bill was $1145 dollars. Amica opted to only pay $960 of it due to “length of rental” (their words, not mine). In addition to the cost of having to procure a new vehicle, I also still am making payments on the damaged vehicle that I cannot drive and do not possess because it is parked at a shop (along with the monthly cost of insurance – which is not cheap in Washington State). Amica has not reached out to me more than two times since this claim was opened to help get me through this.
What is my best course of action from here? My mom seems to think that I should be very aggressive with the insurance company on the phone, however, I am not so sure that being rude to someone I have never met will solve anything. Any advice or insight on this situation would be greatly appreciated!
tl;dr: My Hyundai got broken into and completely destroyed inside. Insurance company refused to total my vehicle and has offered little to no support in the past three months. Car still not repaired.
submitted by SafyrJL to personalfinance [link] [comments]
I also posted this to insurance, but wanted the advice of you all, as I think you can offer some knowledge on how to proceed through my very stressful insurance claim (that is costing me a fair amount of $$$).
To provide some backstory, I submitted a claim for an attempted theft on my 2013 Hyundai Accent in early January of 2023.
While the thief did not get away with my vehicle, they got their bodily fluids over nearly every area on the inside of my car. Blood and other substances were found soaked into the seats of the vehicle, headliner, and nearly every other panel in the vehicle interior. Furthermore, beyond the crippling ignition damage and smashed window that was caused, they left their used drug paraphernalia strewn about my vehicle and the odor from the substances was absolutely horrifying. In short, the vehicle was completely unfit for human occupancy (even in small instances) and was a biohazard. I quickly contacted my insurance company (Amica) about this issue after filing a police report and they stated it would be several days before an assessor could look at my vehicle. The vehicle sat unsecured and completely trashed in the parking lot of my apartment complex while I patiently wanted to cater to them during this time.
For reference, the vehicle (pre-claim) was not in amazing shape. It has fading paint all over, cosmetic damage to the exterior, and was well used with over 130,000 miles on the odometer. The Kelly Blue Book value of this car in perfect condition is approximately $4,000; my vehicle is nowhere near that state and worth far less. Upon assessment, despite my insistance that the vehicle should be totaled, the assessor estimated the total cost of repairs in the realm of ~$1,200 dollars to remove all biohazards, replace the rear passenger window, and repair the steering column along with some other damages. To give you an idea of how far they went to avoid totaling my destroyed Hyundai, they quoted a rear-window replacement at $25.00 from a junkyard in a city that is over 150 miles from where I live. In what world does it cost only $25.00 to acquire a piece of glass and transport it 150+ miles and then install it? This exact process was completed for all listed repair items.
I was able to get my vehicle into a shop the week after the assessment. However, fast forward nearly three months later and my car has yet to be repaired. Meanwhile, I have had to pay out of pocket for a rental car and had to go out and purchase a new vehicle to stay financially solvent during this process (because rental cars are really, really expensive). Amica did set me up with a rental car, however, another issue was encountered here. I pay for $1200 dollars of rental reimbursement on my policy. My total rental bill was $1145 dollars. Amica opted to only pay $960 of it due to “length of rental” (their words, not mine). In addition to the cost of having to procure a new vehicle, I also still am making payments on the damaged vehicle that I cannot drive and do not possess because it is parked at a shop (along with the monthly cost of insurance – which is not cheap in Washington State). Amica has not reached out to me more than two times since this claim was opened to help get me through this.
What is my best course of action from here? My mom seems to think that I should be very aggressive with the insurance company on the phone, however, I am not so sure that being rude to someone I have never met will solve anything. Any advice or insight on this situation would be greatly appreciated!
tl;dr: My Hyundai got broken into and completely destroyed inside. Insurance company refused to total my vehicle and has offered little to no support in the past three months. Car still not repaired.
2023.03.25 02:04 ItsEsmeJones [M4A] A King in Chains [Fallen King x Slave][Friends to Lovers][Yandere Fallen King Dragon Speaker][Loyal Slave Listener][VERY SPICY][Obsessed][Fantasy][Magic][Flirting][Seduction][Confession][Snapping][Calm]to[Furious][Dominant][Protective][Possessive][CW: Spice/Mentions of Torture/Genocide]
Context: Long ago, the Dragon King, Xayd, turned mad and nearly tore the kingdom in two. His younger brothers sent him to a prison-like cavern with only one person to tend to him... you. Over the years you've brought him his food, you've grown fascinated with him. What you don't realize is that he's grown just as fascinated with you.
Setting: The Mad Drake's Prison
Tags:[M4A][Fallen King x Slave][Friends to Lovers][Yandere Fallen King Dragon Speaker][Loyal Slave Listener][VERY SPICY][Obsessed][Fantasy][Magic][Flirting][Seduction][Confession][Snapping][Calm]to[Furious][Dominant][Protective][Possessive][CW: Spice/Mentions of Torture/Genocide]
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[Scene opens within a prison-like cavern]
[SFX: A wheelbarrow trundling over the ground/general cave ambiance]
[As you do every day, you push a wheelbarrow deep into a cavern that serves as a prison for its lone prisoner… the Mad Drake. He stirs as you approach with a yawn and a lazy smile]
[X] “Ooh, and here is my little Mouse, bringing me my meal for the day. I’ve heard tale that my name or, well, ‘the Mad Drake’ has been in the mouths of the royal family again, hmm? Are my little brothers growing paranoid that I may burst into the throne room and just… kill them?”
[Pause]
[X] “Oh, come now…Sweet little servant. You always bow to me, address me as ‘Your Highness’... Darling, look at me. While I may have once been the dragon King, I am now a simple madman in rags, being appreciated by a sweet little mouse in chains just…like…mine.”
[Pause]
[He smiles that twisted, calm smile]
[X] “I think they look garish on us both, to be honest… But what is a dragon to do, hmm? I’d need someone brave enough to approach me. Brave enough to help me get this oh-so-pretty collar off… so I feel myself again, of course.”
[...]
[To your surprise, he seems to ease]
[X] “No… No, little one, don’t. As much as I’d love my freedom, I know there are things eating my sanity, little by little… I don’t feel mad, you know? Perhaps that is what makes it so frightening for some, hm? I just seem so damn… reasonable until they do something to make me angry…”
[Pause?]
[X, chuckling quietly] “Hmhmhm, no, no… It’s not you who would make me enraged, no! It’s THEM, my sweet little friend! THEY’D run in to kill me, and you could very well be caught in the crossfire… killed… I can’t have that.”
[Pause]
[X] “...I suppose my reasoning is somewhat simple. You have treated me well, these many long years of imprisonment. You talk to me reasonably, you sneak me food that doesn’t have maggots in it, you tend to me after they beat me for information… For all of my crimes, for all of my callous behavior and favoritism towards pleasure, you… I don’t know.”
[Pause]
[He smiles. It seems genuinely affectionate]
[X] “Hm… You know, I have taken so many lovers across my long, long life. All so much fun, such a thrill in one way or another, most of them trying to violently murder me after we had a night of torrid sex. My libido is quite high… Insatiable, really…”
[He leans forward, eyes lidded and just a little breathy]
[X] “...I’ve had to use my imagination these last few years to get by.”
[P-Pause]
[X] “Hmhm, what am I saying? I’m saying that I’ve been obsessed with you since Day…oh, three. Mmhm. Day three of my traitorous brothers sending a sweet little human down to serve the Mad Drake. Ooh, just the thought of touching your skin for just a moment…”
[A shudder goes through his large form but he continues to stare at you like an amused, lecherous cat]
[X] “Ooh. Those little legs are all locked. Hmhm. I don’t mean to tease you, my dear. After all… I’ll always be collared here, only able to stare, obsess, and imagine… Mmh, I bet you’re beautiful. Especially with all those scars, glinting like jewels in the torchlight. You look like a porcelain figure that was broken and then mended with gold.”
[Pause]
[SFX: The wheelbarrow trundling along over a stone floor]
[He watches idly as you carefully push the wheelbarrow into his containment field, tail swaying from side to side]
[X] “M’aww… Did I make you nervous, little Mouse?”
[P-Pause]
[X] “Ooh, you think a King like me shouldn’t desire a lowly servant? Well, I’m not a King anymore, am I? And even if I were…”
[SFX: Him shifting forward/the chains rattling]
[X] “I have no doubt in every depraved corner of my mind…”
[SFX: The wheelbarrow crashing ovethe meat hitting the floor]
[You jump in alarm as he moves closer. Though he isn’t in his full form, he’s still incredibly imposing, even crouched on the ground. He makes eye contact with you from the floor, tongue rolling out slowly]
[X] “...That I would make you my favorite, and only, concubine…Mmh, pardon me for a moment. Sssllp, mmh. All of this good boar shouldn’t go to waste. Not even the ahh, blood I’m licking clean from the floor…”
[SFX: The Listener’s heartbeat escalating]
[P-Pause???]
[X] “...Am I trying to seduce you?”
[...]
[He studies you for a moment, tongue and face bloodied]
[X] “Hmm… I suppose that depends on if it is working or not, doesn’t it? Hmhm, your face! Oh, it is sweet… No, I suppose I should behave myself. If they find out you care for me, so, then they’ll no doubt have you killed, or worse… No. I want you to stay safe.”
[...]
[He chuckles, rising fully at long last with a stretch]
[X] “You seem surprised that a noble, even an ex-noble, would care more about a slave’s safety than their own benefit, no matter how temporary. Does that notion confuse you?”
[Pause]
[X] “Hmm. Me, too, to be honest.”
[With that, he settles before the spilled meat and gets to eating]
[P-Pause]
[X] “Mmh? Yes, the meat is, mmph, delicious, as always. Would you like to join me? It’s not the most couth way to eat, but…”
[Pause]
[X] “Ooh, someone was starving… Literally, it seems. My poor, wee little Mouse.”
[Pause]
[X] “Shh… Do not apologize. It’s… Any time they punish me, I feel as though I should be angry, but all I feel is amusement. I can’t explain why it’s so funny that this is where it all led to me, but hearing that they’re harming you, now…”
[He growls under his breath. The cave rumbles subtly]
[...]
[X] “...Why do you apologize, my sweet?”
[Pause!]
[He looks at you, unreadable, as you confess]
[X] “...When I asked you, years ago, if you were being hurt or not, you said no. You were…lying.”
[Pause…]
[You bow to him again, pleading for forgiveness. When he speaks, at last, his voice is deathly quiet]
[X] “...Darling.”
[P-Pause?]
[X] “...Please take off the collar binding me here.”
[Pause!]
[He’s still quiet, but his voice hits like a hammer]
[X] “Mouse. If you believe me to still be the rightful King, then I am issuing this command: take off the collar binding me here, NOW.”
[...?]
[X, with a little scoff] “Why?”
[His eyes flash with a terrible power, beyond rage. Beyond madness]
[X] “Because I intend to commit a genocide in your name, my love.”
[Pause!]
[X] “Shh, I won’t let them hurt you anymore. You don’t need to hide your rage from me. I know, sweetie, I know… Don’t worry. You won’t have to face your demons. You won’t ever have to admit that you fantasize about revenge.”
[He smiles ‘sweetly’]
[X] “You can just fantasize about me.”
[He lowers his voice to a whisper]
[X] “It will be the exact same thing, darling… because I will be your vengeance. Hmhm, ohh, FINALLY, some motivation! Hmhm, now I can finally get my glorious ass up and get to work on destroying everything my little brothers ever loved~. But, the collar…”
[Pause???]
[X] “Oh, love… Yes, I know, it was incredibly rude of me to hide the fact that I could leave this silly little prison at any time were it not for the collar. All the other wards, spells, human sacrifices… Well, it certainly made them feel better, I’m sure. Me, I just wanted some time to think… and a quiet place to speak to you. If I’d known that they dared to lay a hand on what is mine… I’d have done this much sooner.”
[He reaches out and puts a claw under under your chin and tilts your head up to look at him]
[P-Pause]
[X] “...Darling.”
[SFX: The Listener’s heartbeat escalating again]
[X] “...Don’t you ever lie to me again… alright?”
[...]
[X] “Hmhm… You’re so smart to curb that desire to argue with your King. To simply obey and accept that you are mine. No one else’s… and if I want to go to war over you, I shall… and I will expect you to be waiting in my bedchambers once I am done decimating everyone that has ever harmed you… What do you say to that?”
[...]
[X] “Mmh… ‘Yes, my King’. Good Mouse. Now… won’t you be a love and take off this collar? Pretty, pretty please?”
[SFX: Heartbeats growing faster]
[He lowers his voice to a whisper again, voice in your ear]
[X] “...Don’t be scared, my love… I’ll protect you. You’ve trusted me for years, now. Proven yourself loyal and loving and so… fucking irresistible. Please…”
[He pulls back enough so he can look you in the eye]
[Pause…]
[X] “...Let me burn this kingdom to the ground… Just for you…”
[Pause…]
[SFX: A magical hum and two metal pieces hitting the ground
[You shakily reach up around his neck and unbind the collar with what little magic you have left. The old device hums briefly before splitting in two and dropping to the ground. Xayd rolls his neck slowly with a few sighs]
[X] “Mmh… Oh, that feels so much better. That mark around my neck won’t fade for years… Thank you, my sweet little Mouse. No one has ever trusted me like you… and I will love you until it hurts, I am sure. Doesn’t that make you happy?”
[Pause]
[He smiles widely, regardless of your answer]
[X] “Wondrous. Now… Take my hand.”
[You do]
[X] “There we are. Now…”
[SFX: His wings unfurling]
[X] “...Let us make our wedding bed in the ashes of a wicked world… Shall we?”
[...]
[You have no idea what lay ahead. Or if you’ll even survive the night. But you do know that, no matter what happens, he will never let you out of his sight again]
[To be continued]
Note: Curious to see how people react to this character.
submitted by ItsEsmeJones to ASMRScriptHaven [link] [comments]
Setting: The Mad Drake's Prison
Tags:[M4A][Fallen King x Slave][Friends to Lovers][Yandere Fallen King Dragon Speaker][Loyal Slave Listener][VERY SPICY][Obsessed][Fantasy][Magic][Flirting][Seduction][Confession][Snapping][Calm]to[Furious][Dominant][Protective][Possessive][CW: Spice/Mentions of Torture/Genocide]
Usage: You may tweak or record this script. Gender flipping is OK! Please credit me if you use this script in any of your projects. If you would like to use this script for a paywalled recording, please note:
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[SFX: A wheelbarrow trundling over the ground/general cave ambiance]
[As you do every day, you push a wheelbarrow deep into a cavern that serves as a prison for its lone prisoner… the Mad Drake. He stirs as you approach with a yawn and a lazy smile]
[X] “Ooh, and here is my little Mouse, bringing me my meal for the day. I’ve heard tale that my name or, well, ‘the Mad Drake’ has been in the mouths of the royal family again, hmm? Are my little brothers growing paranoid that I may burst into the throne room and just… kill them?”
[Pause]
[X] “Oh, come now…Sweet little servant. You always bow to me, address me as ‘Your Highness’... Darling, look at me. While I may have once been the dragon King, I am now a simple madman in rags, being appreciated by a sweet little mouse in chains just…like…mine.”
[Pause]
[He smiles that twisted, calm smile]
[X] “I think they look garish on us both, to be honest… But what is a dragon to do, hmm? I’d need someone brave enough to approach me. Brave enough to help me get this oh-so-pretty collar off… so I feel myself again, of course.”
[...]
[To your surprise, he seems to ease]
[X] “No… No, little one, don’t. As much as I’d love my freedom, I know there are things eating my sanity, little by little… I don’t feel mad, you know? Perhaps that is what makes it so frightening for some, hm? I just seem so damn… reasonable until they do something to make me angry…”
[Pause?]
[X, chuckling quietly] “Hmhmhm, no, no… It’s not you who would make me enraged, no! It’s THEM, my sweet little friend! THEY’D run in to kill me, and you could very well be caught in the crossfire… killed… I can’t have that.”
[Pause]
[X] “...I suppose my reasoning is somewhat simple. You have treated me well, these many long years of imprisonment. You talk to me reasonably, you sneak me food that doesn’t have maggots in it, you tend to me after they beat me for information… For all of my crimes, for all of my callous behavior and favoritism towards pleasure, you… I don’t know.”
[Pause]
[He smiles. It seems genuinely affectionate]
[X] “Hm… You know, I have taken so many lovers across my long, long life. All so much fun, such a thrill in one way or another, most of them trying to violently murder me after we had a night of torrid sex. My libido is quite high… Insatiable, really…”
[He leans forward, eyes lidded and just a little breathy]
[X] “...I’ve had to use my imagination these last few years to get by.”
[P-Pause]
[X] “Hmhm, what am I saying? I’m saying that I’ve been obsessed with you since Day…oh, three. Mmhm. Day three of my traitorous brothers sending a sweet little human down to serve the Mad Drake. Ooh, just the thought of touching your skin for just a moment…”
[A shudder goes through his large form but he continues to stare at you like an amused, lecherous cat]
[X] “Ooh. Those little legs are all locked. Hmhm. I don’t mean to tease you, my dear. After all… I’ll always be collared here, only able to stare, obsess, and imagine… Mmh, I bet you’re beautiful. Especially with all those scars, glinting like jewels in the torchlight. You look like a porcelain figure that was broken and then mended with gold.”
[Pause]
[SFX: The wheelbarrow trundling along over a stone floor]
[He watches idly as you carefully push the wheelbarrow into his containment field, tail swaying from side to side]
[X] “M’aww… Did I make you nervous, little Mouse?”
[P-Pause]
[X] “Ooh, you think a King like me shouldn’t desire a lowly servant? Well, I’m not a King anymore, am I? And even if I were…”
[SFX: Him shifting forward/the chains rattling]
[X] “I have no doubt in every depraved corner of my mind…”
[SFX: The wheelbarrow crashing ovethe meat hitting the floor]
[You jump in alarm as he moves closer. Though he isn’t in his full form, he’s still incredibly imposing, even crouched on the ground. He makes eye contact with you from the floor, tongue rolling out slowly]
[X] “...That I would make you my favorite, and only, concubine…Mmh, pardon me for a moment. Sssllp, mmh. All of this good boar shouldn’t go to waste. Not even the ahh, blood I’m licking clean from the floor…”
[SFX: The Listener’s heartbeat escalating]
[P-Pause???]
[X] “...Am I trying to seduce you?”
[...]
[He studies you for a moment, tongue and face bloodied]
[X] “Hmm… I suppose that depends on if it is working or not, doesn’t it? Hmhm, your face! Oh, it is sweet… No, I suppose I should behave myself. If they find out you care for me, so, then they’ll no doubt have you killed, or worse… No. I want you to stay safe.”
[...]
[He chuckles, rising fully at long last with a stretch]
[X] “You seem surprised that a noble, even an ex-noble, would care more about a slave’s safety than their own benefit, no matter how temporary. Does that notion confuse you?”
[Pause]
[X] “Hmm. Me, too, to be honest.”
[With that, he settles before the spilled meat and gets to eating]
[P-Pause]
[X] “Mmh? Yes, the meat is, mmph, delicious, as always. Would you like to join me? It’s not the most couth way to eat, but…”
[Pause]
[X] “Ooh, someone was starving… Literally, it seems. My poor, wee little Mouse.”
[Pause]
[X] “Shh… Do not apologize. It’s… Any time they punish me, I feel as though I should be angry, but all I feel is amusement. I can’t explain why it’s so funny that this is where it all led to me, but hearing that they’re harming you, now…”
[He growls under his breath. The cave rumbles subtly]
[...]
[X] “...Why do you apologize, my sweet?”
[Pause!]
[He looks at you, unreadable, as you confess]
[X] “...When I asked you, years ago, if you were being hurt or not, you said no. You were…lying.”
[Pause…]
[You bow to him again, pleading for forgiveness. When he speaks, at last, his voice is deathly quiet]
[X] “...Darling.”
[P-Pause?]
[X] “...Please take off the collar binding me here.”
[Pause!]
[He’s still quiet, but his voice hits like a hammer]
[X] “Mouse. If you believe me to still be the rightful King, then I am issuing this command: take off the collar binding me here, NOW.”
[...?]
[X, with a little scoff] “Why?”
[His eyes flash with a terrible power, beyond rage. Beyond madness]
[X] “Because I intend to commit a genocide in your name, my love.”
[Pause!]
[X] “Shh, I won’t let them hurt you anymore. You don’t need to hide your rage from me. I know, sweetie, I know… Don’t worry. You won’t have to face your demons. You won’t ever have to admit that you fantasize about revenge.”
[He smiles ‘sweetly’]
[X] “You can just fantasize about me.”
[He lowers his voice to a whisper]
[X] “It will be the exact same thing, darling… because I will be your vengeance. Hmhm, ohh, FINALLY, some motivation! Hmhm, now I can finally get my glorious ass up and get to work on destroying everything my little brothers ever loved~. But, the collar…”
[Pause???]
[X] “Oh, love… Yes, I know, it was incredibly rude of me to hide the fact that I could leave this silly little prison at any time were it not for the collar. All the other wards, spells, human sacrifices… Well, it certainly made them feel better, I’m sure. Me, I just wanted some time to think… and a quiet place to speak to you. If I’d known that they dared to lay a hand on what is mine… I’d have done this much sooner.”
[He reaches out and puts a claw under under your chin and tilts your head up to look at him]
[P-Pause]
[X] “...Darling.”
[SFX: The Listener’s heartbeat escalating again]
[X] “...Don’t you ever lie to me again… alright?”
[...]
[X] “Hmhm… You’re so smart to curb that desire to argue with your King. To simply obey and accept that you are mine. No one else’s… and if I want to go to war over you, I shall… and I will expect you to be waiting in my bedchambers once I am done decimating everyone that has ever harmed you… What do you say to that?”
[...]
[X] “Mmh… ‘Yes, my King’. Good Mouse. Now… won’t you be a love and take off this collar? Pretty, pretty please?”
[SFX: Heartbeats growing faster]
[He lowers his voice to a whisper again, voice in your ear]
[X] “...Don’t be scared, my love… I’ll protect you. You’ve trusted me for years, now. Proven yourself loyal and loving and so… fucking irresistible. Please…”
[He pulls back enough so he can look you in the eye]
[Pause…]
[X] “...Let me burn this kingdom to the ground… Just for you…”
[Pause…]
[SFX: A magical hum and two metal pieces hitting the ground
[You shakily reach up around his neck and unbind the collar with what little magic you have left. The old device hums briefly before splitting in two and dropping to the ground. Xayd rolls his neck slowly with a few sighs]
[X] “Mmh… Oh, that feels so much better. That mark around my neck won’t fade for years… Thank you, my sweet little Mouse. No one has ever trusted me like you… and I will love you until it hurts, I am sure. Doesn’t that make you happy?”
[Pause]
[He smiles widely, regardless of your answer]
[X] “Wondrous. Now… Take my hand.”
[You do]
[X] “There we are. Now…”
[SFX: His wings unfurling]
[X] “...Let us make our wedding bed in the ashes of a wicked world… Shall we?”
[...]
[You have no idea what lay ahead. Or if you’ll even survive the night. But you do know that, no matter what happens, he will never let you out of his sight again]
[To be continued]
Note: Curious to see how people react to this character.
2023.03.25 02:04 shecky Will Bay Area Veterinary costs lead to less pet ownership?
I'm currently reeling from a $10K vet bill from my dog having a benign growth on her gums. We were sent to a dental surgeon so we expected it to be pricey, but ye gods man! They did excellent work and it's a well run facility for sure, and I'm glad she had such good care. I just wonder how people can continue to keep up with these costs? My current dog has probably cost me upwards of $25K over the 6 years we've owned her, between her teeth issues, a couple tiny mast cell growths, her being attacked by a neighborhood dog (who's owner wouldn't pay) and this latest growth on her gums.
Seems unsustainable and I wonder if at some point Vets will price themselves right out of having enough patients to keep their clinics open. Who can take a chance adopting a dog if you aren't making 5 figures? What do you think?
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Seems unsustainable and I wonder if at some point Vets will price themselves right out of having enough patients to keep their clinics open. Who can take a chance adopting a dog if you aren't making 5 figures? What do you think?
2023.03.25 02:03 r4r42 [FOR SALE] Moving Sale: 65" LG CX OLED TV, Sofa and Table, D&D Books, and more!
Hello there.
I'm selling a variety of things in preparation for a move. I've posted many of them on OfferUp at https://offerup.com/p/145706802. I can't move the larger items, so you will need to pickup near Adams/Fairfax. Cash or Venmo only. Some highlights include:
65-inch LG CX TV and Stand. I'd keep this if I could, but it's just too large to take with me. It's still like new and has been reset to initial factory settings. Includes a Besta TV stand from IKEA, though there are some extra parts that are not included. The two items together retail around $1640 but I'm looking for $1,100 mostly because it's difficult to move this by oneself. I can help you load this up, but you'll want a vehicle with ample space, a blanket or three for cushioning, and help unloading it at your destination.
D&D 5E Book Set. A large, but not complete, collection of official releases for Dungeons & Dragons 5th Edition. All in new or like new condition. The set includes Strongholds & Followers, the first book released by Matt Colville's MCDM designed for 5th Edition. Items can be purchased individually at the prices in the post but the whole set is discounted over individual prices since that saves me some trouble. Looking for $255.
Sofa and Coffee Table Set Gray KNISLINGE 3 seat sofa from IKEA. Excellent condition. It's been discontinued but it retailed for $500. Two blue pillows included. Set also includes a black TRULSTORP coffee table with hinge top, which extends to the perfect height for using as a desk or table while sitting on the couch. Retails for $170.
I have more available including a queen size bed, an IKEA nightstand, and a computer chair but OfferUp is a pain to use and taking photos and everything takes awhile, so there may be more soon.
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I'm selling a variety of things in preparation for a move. I've posted many of them on OfferUp at https://offerup.com/p/145706802. I can't move the larger items, so you will need to pickup near Adams/Fairfax. Cash or Venmo only. Some highlights include:
65-inch LG CX TV and Stand. I'd keep this if I could, but it's just too large to take with me. It's still like new and has been reset to initial factory settings. Includes a Besta TV stand from IKEA, though there are some extra parts that are not included. The two items together retail around $1640 but I'm looking for $1,100 mostly because it's difficult to move this by oneself. I can help you load this up, but you'll want a vehicle with ample space, a blanket or three for cushioning, and help unloading it at your destination.
D&D 5E Book Set. A large, but not complete, collection of official releases for Dungeons & Dragons 5th Edition. All in new or like new condition. The set includes Strongholds & Followers, the first book released by Matt Colville's MCDM designed for 5th Edition. Items can be purchased individually at the prices in the post but the whole set is discounted over individual prices since that saves me some trouble. Looking for $255.
Sofa and Coffee Table Set Gray KNISLINGE 3 seat sofa from IKEA. Excellent condition. It's been discontinued but it retailed for $500. Two blue pillows included. Set also includes a black TRULSTORP coffee table with hinge top, which extends to the perfect height for using as a desk or table while sitting on the couch. Retails for $170.
I have more available including a queen size bed, an IKEA nightstand, and a computer chair but OfferUp is a pain to use and taking photos and everything takes awhile, so there may be more soon.
2023.03.25 02:03 AllGoodNamesRGone9 Anyone else on a Gas prepaid meter?
Been with British/Scottish Gas for years now, recently been looking to cut down on some bills (self explanatory 😅) and I was just curious if anyone else is on a prepaid meter with the same provider or maybe even different provider and feel like they are being ripped off massively for the top ups they need to do? I’m aware that there’s been a price increase for daily standing charges + kWh usage of course, my water is heated by the boiler but considering I shower in cold water and have done for health benefits for over a year with next to no exceptions, I switch the heating on for maybe tops 2/3 hours or have done over the winter months and I was told my usage is 10,588 kWh for the last 12 months and from the receipts I have managed to keep I’ve easily spent over £800 over the last 12 months on topping up that sh** card. While my friend showed me her Octopus account and lives in very similar environment to myself and is the “save energy” type person she is with the only exception being her shower being electric heated, her usage for last 12 months for gas was less than 500 kWh.
Could someone let me know if I’m being scammed or stupid here… Or if you have the same issue pls let me know too!
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Could someone let me know if I’m being scammed or stupid here… Or if you have the same issue pls let me know too!
2023.03.25 02:03 bbgirliexo Scams at South Florida gas stations regarding people selling home surround systems?
Good evening guys. I live in South Florida (Fort Lauderdale). This evening I was getting gas, and I had two separate dudes in two separate blacked-out heavily tinted vans pull up to me while getting gas (in a semi-secluded area of the station) asking me if I would be interested in buying a home surround system at a really good price and having them set it up for me.
Funnily enough, they didn’t ask any guys also getting gas on the opposite end of the station, just me and another lady.
Is this some sort of legit business people are trying to run nowadays or is this a new sketchy way of preying on gullible people to kidnap? lol. I’ve lived here my whole life and have always felt comfortable getting gas alone at night (8-8:30 pm) and have never had this happen before.
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Funnily enough, they didn’t ask any guys also getting gas on the opposite end of the station, just me and another lady.
Is this some sort of legit business people are trying to run nowadays or is this a new sketchy way of preying on gullible people to kidnap? lol. I’ve lived here my whole life and have always felt comfortable getting gas alone at night (8-8:30 pm) and have never had this happen before.
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2023.03.25 02:01 mileysmustache Just a tangent from a walking T10
Long time lurker here. I was injured in August 2021 when a tick blessed me with Lyme disease and my body reciprocated with Transverse Myelitis beginning at T10. Long story short, I’ve been walking independently since October 2022 and do an hour of PT and exercise five days a week to try and recoup what muscles I can. Some muscle groups work, some don’t. I can’t run, balance is medium at best, and my proprioception sucks. But I’m happy with the progress I’ve made.
My frustration tonight is in the uncertainty of this injury. My muscles fire most of the time, but building them back up is proving damn near impossible. I eat meticulously healthy. I take excellent care of my body, I’m on a good bladder routine etc. but it never feels like enough. I get overuse injuries in my legs so easily and won’t know for a few days until the pain is strong enough for me to notice. It’s an isolating feeling. I am not able bodied enough to keep up with my healthy friends. I’m not injured enough to not feel like an imposter in the SCI community. I am lucky to have a very supportive, understanding fiancé who shares my passion for fitness. He’s good at reminding me not to compare how much easier muscle gains happen above my injury. But it’s so frustrating to not only feel like I’m doing everything right and not progressing anymore, but to also look “fine” to passersby who don’t understand why I can’t keep up.
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My frustration tonight is in the uncertainty of this injury. My muscles fire most of the time, but building them back up is proving damn near impossible. I eat meticulously healthy. I take excellent care of my body, I’m on a good bladder routine etc. but it never feels like enough. I get overuse injuries in my legs so easily and won’t know for a few days until the pain is strong enough for me to notice. It’s an isolating feeling. I am not able bodied enough to keep up with my healthy friends. I’m not injured enough to not feel like an imposter in the SCI community. I am lucky to have a very supportive, understanding fiancé who shares my passion for fitness. He’s good at reminding me not to compare how much easier muscle gains happen above my injury. But it’s so frustrating to not only feel like I’m doing everything right and not progressing anymore, but to also look “fine” to passersby who don’t understand why I can’t keep up.
2023.03.25 02:01 Fickle_Ad_3554 [WA] Personal Injury Malpractice
I hired Dubin Law Group to represent me in a personal injury case, but my experience with them has been disappointing even beyond my wildest expectations. During negotiations, Josh Campbell, a professional bullsh*t artist, repeatedly told me that my case was worth more than the settlement amount, but he still strongly urged me to settle and accept the offer against my better judgment. It soon became evident that there was a lack of diligence, urgency, and care paid to my case. It seemed like he was only interested in settling the case quickly, rather than putting in additional research or effort to reach a satisfying result. Looking back, I felt forced to follow his counsel to accept the low-ball offer of $35,500 on nearly $19,000 in medical bills, barely enough to cover their 33.3% attorney fee and my own bills.
On April 6, 2022, I sustained extensive injuries, including a 2-inch diameter concussion and subsequent dent on my head, bruising, and injuries to my neck, arms, shoulder, both legs, and knees in a car accident in Seattle. I had difficulty walking for many months due to shooting pain in my knees, and I hired this firm to protect me during my recovery process. I finished all treatment in August 2022. I had to spend hours tracing down providers and insurance representatives during my workday, which was something I specifically hired this firm to do. Ali Waters told me during our last interaction over the phone that I did not have health insurance last year, which was not true as I had provided that information when I signed with the firm and they had it on record. Josh Campbell later said she misspoke, but it raised concerns about whether they cross-checked information for accuracy.
Furthermore, a majority of bills from this case have been sent to collections and I have been in the complete dark as to when they would resolve. My insurance company had no records of Radia or Green Lake Physical Therapy, and I had to personally bring all this to their attention and present relevant information to facilitate these claims. I never received detailed and itemized ledgers of claims, dates of service, or regular updates. It is their responsibility as my legal representation to ensure that all balances have been verified and confirmed as correct, but it is now clear that this was not the case.
I found additional errors with their balances at UW Medicine and learned more balances were in collections. When I brought this to their attention, I was met with more condescending and dismissive responses. It is very clear that this firm is incapable of taking responsibility for their actions and apologizing for their mistakes.
The lack of communication and negligence from this firm is deeply unacceptable and has caused me significant harm. I was then handed over to Rebecca LaLiberte the 'managing partner' to be handled and mitigated. It was clear immediately by her condescending tone that she did not take this case seriously and offered to 'set up weekly meetings over the next few months' as the case resolved and bills re-processed due to this firm's specific errors. I started to look deeper into the firm and ask questions around other firms as to their conduct and reputation. It is clear now that this is simply a high-volume firm and litigation adverse, meaning they try to settle cases as quickly as possible without consideration for the best outcome for their clients.
Even after I brought all this to their attention and they agreed to take 25% off the attorney fee, a slap in the face for the amount of time I have personally put in to get this case back on track. Rebecca LaLiberte, the managing partner, has now said to 'please move forward with filing a complaint with the Washington State Bar. We will cooperate fully with them and hold the remaining funds in trust.'
What can I do to hold these people accountable?
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On April 6, 2022, I sustained extensive injuries, including a 2-inch diameter concussion and subsequent dent on my head, bruising, and injuries to my neck, arms, shoulder, both legs, and knees in a car accident in Seattle. I had difficulty walking for many months due to shooting pain in my knees, and I hired this firm to protect me during my recovery process. I finished all treatment in August 2022. I had to spend hours tracing down providers and insurance representatives during my workday, which was something I specifically hired this firm to do. Ali Waters told me during our last interaction over the phone that I did not have health insurance last year, which was not true as I had provided that information when I signed with the firm and they had it on record. Josh Campbell later said she misspoke, but it raised concerns about whether they cross-checked information for accuracy.
Furthermore, a majority of bills from this case have been sent to collections and I have been in the complete dark as to when they would resolve. My insurance company had no records of Radia or Green Lake Physical Therapy, and I had to personally bring all this to their attention and present relevant information to facilitate these claims. I never received detailed and itemized ledgers of claims, dates of service, or regular updates. It is their responsibility as my legal representation to ensure that all balances have been verified and confirmed as correct, but it is now clear that this was not the case.
I found additional errors with their balances at UW Medicine and learned more balances were in collections. When I brought this to their attention, I was met with more condescending and dismissive responses. It is very clear that this firm is incapable of taking responsibility for their actions and apologizing for their mistakes.
The lack of communication and negligence from this firm is deeply unacceptable and has caused me significant harm. I was then handed over to Rebecca LaLiberte the 'managing partner' to be handled and mitigated. It was clear immediately by her condescending tone that she did not take this case seriously and offered to 'set up weekly meetings over the next few months' as the case resolved and bills re-processed due to this firm's specific errors. I started to look deeper into the firm and ask questions around other firms as to their conduct and reputation. It is clear now that this is simply a high-volume firm and litigation adverse, meaning they try to settle cases as quickly as possible without consideration for the best outcome for their clients.
Even after I brought all this to their attention and they agreed to take 25% off the attorney fee, a slap in the face for the amount of time I have personally put in to get this case back on track. Rebecca LaLiberte, the managing partner, has now said to 'please move forward with filing a complaint with the Washington State Bar. We will cooperate fully with them and hold the remaining funds in trust.'
What can I do to hold these people accountable?
2023.03.25 02:01 harlowandbijou Possible Spinal Injury or PT?
Hi friends, my girl Roxy (15 months old) recently started showing some neurological symptoms that worried me.
She was dropping food while trying to hold it in her hands, and losing balance easily while grooming herself and nearly falling off of levels in the cage and a cat condo we let our girls out to play on.
I noticed these symptoms on Sunday and the earliest appointment we got was yesterday (Thursday).
The vet found she had an eye ulcer and gave us ointment. She also gave us steroids, saying that if it's a spinal injury, they would help. If not, it would rule it out and could possibly be a pituitary tumor. An MRI to determine that for sure would be $3,000.
Since the vet appointment, I've given her 3 doses of the steroid, and she seems to be declining. I've been feeding her "wet" food (Oxbow adult pellets soaked in water) so she can eat it without using her hands, though she can chew fine if I hold things like apple for her. She is pooping and peeing normally as far as I've been able to observe. She doesn't seem to be drinking much, though I'm hoping the watery food is offsetting that.
I'm basically looking for any other suggestions the vet might have missed, or anything more I can do to make her more comfortable.
Since the vet visit, she seems more lethargic and out of it. She has also been stretching as she walks, not quite as bad as pain stretches I've seen before, but she stretches flat and leaves her hind legs behind her, though she seems to have full use of them still unlike her front legs.
She's also acting as if her vision has been impaired or may be gone completely? She's nipping at my hands harder when she's never been a biter, but I don't know if that's a vision issue or she's hungry. I'm basically making her eat every hour so that she's eating enough.
I'm trying to do everything I can, but I feel hopeless that she will recover from this, the steroids don't seem to be helping. Can rats recover from a spinal injury? And if it is a PT how quickly will she decline?
I apologize for the incoherent writing, I'm having a bit of a breakdown. I've had many rats over the years, but haven't experienced this combination of symptoms. Thank you for any advice or thoughts!
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She was dropping food while trying to hold it in her hands, and losing balance easily while grooming herself and nearly falling off of levels in the cage and a cat condo we let our girls out to play on.
I noticed these symptoms on Sunday and the earliest appointment we got was yesterday (Thursday).
The vet found she had an eye ulcer and gave us ointment. She also gave us steroids, saying that if it's a spinal injury, they would help. If not, it would rule it out and could possibly be a pituitary tumor. An MRI to determine that for sure would be $3,000.
Since the vet appointment, I've given her 3 doses of the steroid, and she seems to be declining. I've been feeding her "wet" food (Oxbow adult pellets soaked in water) so she can eat it without using her hands, though she can chew fine if I hold things like apple for her. She is pooping and peeing normally as far as I've been able to observe. She doesn't seem to be drinking much, though I'm hoping the watery food is offsetting that.
I'm basically looking for any other suggestions the vet might have missed, or anything more I can do to make her more comfortable.
Since the vet visit, she seems more lethargic and out of it. She has also been stretching as she walks, not quite as bad as pain stretches I've seen before, but she stretches flat and leaves her hind legs behind her, though she seems to have full use of them still unlike her front legs.
She's also acting as if her vision has been impaired or may be gone completely? She's nipping at my hands harder when she's never been a biter, but I don't know if that's a vision issue or she's hungry. I'm basically making her eat every hour so that she's eating enough.
I'm trying to do everything I can, but I feel hopeless that she will recover from this, the steroids don't seem to be helping. Can rats recover from a spinal injury? And if it is a PT how quickly will she decline?
I apologize for the incoherent writing, I'm having a bit of a breakdown. I've had many rats over the years, but haven't experienced this combination of symptoms. Thank you for any advice or thoughts!
2023.03.25 02:00 InfinitelyAbysmal Help with pricing?
 | My grandfather recently passed away and he was an avid ham radio operator over the years. We're cleaning his house and trying to price these products to sell.. I'm going to post pictures of the equipment in their boxes (mostly original boxes) with their model numbers and what we have them priced at. If anyone could pipe in and let me know if they're fair, where we can reliably sell, etc, we would greatly appreciate it. If this post isn't allowed I'll take it down. Thank you! submitted by InfinitelyAbysmal to amateurradio [link] [comments] |
2023.03.25 02:00 grandtesoro9xf [Artisan] KocoKeycaps: Usagi Rolie Raffle Sale
Hi everyone,
This week raffle will feature Usagi Rolie.
Pictures
Form : https://forms.gle/N5ejFD7GyJyfee218
Info:
-Artisan keycaps are MX Stem and 100% resin casted.
-Price: $90/cap
-Quantity: 6-10 caps/each raffle
-Form is now open and will close after 24 hours (close at 6pm PT Saturday 3/25).
Follow me on Instagram for more updates on future sales!
Thank you for your support!
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This week raffle will feature Usagi Rolie.
Pictures
Form : https://forms.gle/N5ejFD7GyJyfee218
Info:
-Artisan keycaps are MX Stem and 100% resin casted.
-Price: $90/cap
-Quantity: 6-10 caps/each raffle
-Form is now open and will close after 24 hours (close at 6pm PT Saturday 3/25).
Follow me on Instagram for more updates on future sales!
Thank you for your support!
2023.03.25 02:00 GlassPanther [WTS] NEW POUR - v2 .999 Fine Silver DERRINGER ... Plus more DICKBUTT and ALL KINDS of goodies!
It's FRIDAY and I have something cool! I literally JUST POURED THIS this afternoon ... and then antiqued it. This is a PROTOTYPE and will be offered on a more permanent basis once I hammer out a few kinks ...
v2 .999 Fine Silver DERRINGER : https://imgur.com/a/zL9T2Eh
This puppy weighs 7.5 troy ounces and is pure silver. I antiqued it lightly in Liver of Sulphur and then buffed off the high spots. There's some minor casting defects here and there - after all it is a prototype. I made a diamond pattern on the grip and I modelled the engraved Acanthus by myself last just last night since I couldn't find someone to do it for me :)
Asking price $350.00. Since this is the PROTOTYPE, I will include a Certificate of Authenticity denoting this as the v2 Derringer, Serial Number 1.
PIC - PIC - PIC - PIC
Now for normal stuff ...
PUDDING! (Proof) : https://imgur.com/a/zmZ1hWR
DICKBUTT is back - tonight is the official launch of this fine specimen ... I did a soft launch on Monday and my inbox cracked under the pressure. If you don't know what Dickbutt is ... well ... it's a DICK. With a BUTT. And the BUTT has a DICK.
FRONT - BACK - BONUS!
$70.00 each, free shipping.
2 Troy Ounce .999 Fine Silver ANVIL ::: I made this because I thought it would be cool. I absolutely love it... it's just so beefy!!! ::: $80.00 each.
Number 1 of my new Pocket Carry coins ::: "FUCK YOU PAY ME" ::: This was originally created to be a card protector for a world famous poker tournament champion, but he thought it would also be fun to make a 1 troy ounce version as well, so here we are! ::: $35.00 each.
Hylian Shields ::: These weigh 2+ Troy Ounces and are hand poured. These STACK, too! ::: $70.00 each
Rupees ::: 1+ Troy Ounce rupees! These are so neat!!! ::: $35.00 each
Master Sword ::: These weigh 2+ Troy Ounces and are hand poured. Epic! ::: $90.00 each
Buster Sword ::: Cloud Strife's weapon of choice! 2+ Troy Ounces ::: $80.00 each
NES Carts - SNES Carts - N64 Carts - GAMEBOY Carts ::: 2+ Troy Ounces, HIGHLY detailed, and with the LABEL OF YOUR CHOICE! ::: $65.00 each (add $5 for gold plating or blackening)
v2 N64 Controller ::: These are BEEFY and exquisitely detailed. Shockingly chunky feeling in the hand! ::: $70.00 each
Lucky 38 "Platinum Chip" ::: Made of PURE .999 Fine Silver! From "New Vegas" - this great little pocket carry weighs 1 troy ounce and has been antiqued to look more appropriate for something that survived a nuclear holocaust. ::: $50.00 each
v2 Grenade ::: You guys begged me to update this! Much crisper and higher detail, and still an absolute pain to make! 2+ troy ounces of .999 Fine Silver ::: $85.00 each - I am raising the price because I hate making them and I am getting ready to discontinue them entirely.
The KING : Over 1.5 Troy Ounces of .999 Fine Silver : $100.00 each
The QUEEN : Over 1.5 Troy Ounces of .999 Fine Silver : $100.00 each
The BISHOP : Over 1 Troy Ounces of .999 Fine Silver : $60.00 each
The KNIGHT : Over 1 Troy Ounces of .999 Fine Silver : $60.00 each
The ROOK : Over 1 Troy Ounces of .999 Fine Silver : $60.00 each
The PAWN : Over 0.5 Troy Ounces of .999 Fine Silver : $45.00 each
HALF BOARD Set ( All pieces for Just One Side ) : Over 13 Troy Ounces of .999 Fine Silver : $750.00 each (Add $100 for GOLD PLATING)
FULL BOARD w/BLACKENED Set ( All Pieces Needed to Play, PLUS a Wooden Chessboard ) : Over 26 Troy Ounces of .999 Fine Silver :$1300.00 each 10% Off For a LIMITED TIME! ::: $1,170.00!
FULL BOARD w/GOLD PLATING Set ( All Pieces Needed to Play, PLUS a Wooden Chessboard ) : Over 26 Troy Ounces of .999 Fine Silver :$1300.00 each 10% Off For a LIMITED TIME! ::: $1,170.00!
Thanks again for looking at this! :) It was launched at 6:00pm Arizona time on 3/24/23!
submitted by GlassPanther to Pmsforsale [link] [comments]
v2 .999 Fine Silver DERRINGER : https://imgur.com/a/zL9T2Eh
This puppy weighs 7.5 troy ounces and is pure silver. I antiqued it lightly in Liver of Sulphur and then buffed off the high spots. There's some minor casting defects here and there - after all it is a prototype. I made a diamond pattern on the grip and I modelled the engraved Acanthus by myself last just last night since I couldn't find someone to do it for me :)
Asking price $350.00. Since this is the PROTOTYPE, I will include a Certificate of Authenticity denoting this as the v2 Derringer, Serial Number 1.
PIC - PIC - PIC - PIC
PUDDING! (Proof) : https://imgur.com/a/zmZ1hWR
DICKBUTT is back - tonight is the official launch of this fine specimen ... I did a soft launch on Monday and my inbox cracked under the pressure. If you don't know what Dickbutt is ... well ... it's a DICK. With a BUTT. And the BUTT has a DICK.
FRONT - BACK - BONUS!
$70.00 each, free shipping.
2 Troy Ounce .999 Fine Silver ANVIL ::: I made this because I thought it would be cool. I absolutely love it... it's just so beefy!!! ::: $80.00 each.
Number 1 of my new Pocket Carry coins ::: "FUCK YOU PAY ME" ::: This was originally created to be a card protector for a world famous poker tournament champion, but he thought it would also be fun to make a 1 troy ounce version as well, so here we are! ::: $35.00 each.
Hylian Shields ::: These weigh 2+ Troy Ounces and are hand poured. These STACK, too! ::: $70.00 each
Rupees ::: 1+ Troy Ounce rupees! These are so neat!!! ::: $35.00 each
Master Sword ::: These weigh 2+ Troy Ounces and are hand poured. Epic! ::: $90.00 each
Buster Sword ::: Cloud Strife's weapon of choice! 2+ Troy Ounces ::: $80.00 each
NES Carts - SNES Carts - N64 Carts - GAMEBOY Carts ::: 2+ Troy Ounces, HIGHLY detailed, and with the LABEL OF YOUR CHOICE! ::: $65.00 each (add $5 for gold plating or blackening)
v2 N64 Controller ::: These are BEEFY and exquisitely detailed. Shockingly chunky feeling in the hand! ::: $70.00 each
Lucky 38 "Platinum Chip" ::: Made of PURE .999 Fine Silver! From "New Vegas" - this great little pocket carry weighs 1 troy ounce and has been antiqued to look more appropriate for something that survived a nuclear holocaust. ::: $50.00 each
v2 Grenade ::: You guys begged me to update this! Much crisper and higher detail, and still an absolute pain to make! 2+ troy ounces of .999 Fine Silver ::: $85.00 each - I am raising the price because I hate making them and I am getting ready to discontinue them entirely.
CHESS
The weights listed below are actual SILVER, and do not include the included felt pads. Any pieces ordered can be blackened at no extra charge. ADD $10 per piece for GOLD PLATING.The KING : Over 1.5 Troy Ounces of .999 Fine Silver : $100.00 each
The QUEEN : Over 1.5 Troy Ounces of .999 Fine Silver : $100.00 each
The BISHOP : Over 1 Troy Ounces of .999 Fine Silver : $60.00 each
The KNIGHT : Over 1 Troy Ounces of .999 Fine Silver : $60.00 each
The ROOK : Over 1 Troy Ounces of .999 Fine Silver : $60.00 each
The PAWN : Over 0.5 Troy Ounces of .999 Fine Silver : $45.00 each
OR IN SETS ...
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2023.03.25 02:00 JMLMemer Decided to wait for things to end first before saying this...
Yes, we get it. The situation is done(at least on paper and from what we see it is anyway). But to tell people to move on immediately is quite ridiculous(not ridiculous in itself but as if JJ did nothing crazy). JJ quite literally came for Wade in the most unusual manner possible. Many people in this subreddit don't know what it's like to have their reputation called into question at the expense of something important to them like careers, families or even lives. I'm all for forgiving(I even go as far as to not make it a matter of forgiveness when someone wrongs me and I let it go) but you should be able to empathize with everyone who trusted that JJ wouldn't be so low. We all knew JJ's ego was bigger than his forehead and that's cool. But when it doesn't make you accept full responsibility towards someone you have wronged, it sucks to be around you. Many plastic KSI fans do this cycle where they try to play pseudo-PR and minimize the situation, defending him but as soon as JJ apologizes, they hit you with the "he apologized, now move on" as if they didn't just defend such actions. It's also hypocritical from said plastic fans when they say things like "should we continue to hate him?". But when Dillon Danis or Jake Paul do something, it's something that they can never come back from. I'm not a supporter of Danis or Jake, but I at least keep it a buck 99 when someone does something right or wrong regardless of who it is(I'm saying this as a fan of JJ long before he dropped his song Creature). It's also ridiculous how people can't stand Kavos even tho he's telling the truth😂. I'm not saying you have to be like "yasssss queen" but for you to hate him and dishonestly say he's manipulating his audience is wrong. As a Kavos fan I can agree he milks situations but every creator does that😂😂😂(they make money by repeatedly doing stuff. Y'all don't get this worked up when JJ continues making try not to laughs or reddit videos). You let him go when he defends Logan Paul's failed escapades(which is confirmed that he hasn't paid his supporters back for) but get angry when people actually hold him accountable for it. Some people think we should got back to making memes for the reddit day as usual as if this situation isn't why we've been coming up with hilarious memes as of late😂. It's cool to be a part of JJ's fan base, but keep that same energy across the board. It's actually unfortunate but it took JJ telling a whole lie for us to finally tell JJ enough is enough. As a small business owner, I'm nowhere near JJ's level in business. But at 22 years of age, I can at least say that I know how to do my research and verify the facts. From a business perspective(if not from a personality/character or boxing standpoint) I've lost respect for you because even though I'm not expecting you to know everything, the information that comes directly to YOU should be info you make a point to verify and taking Keem's word(of all people yikes) or mams was poor insight and oversight from you and a man who worked so hard for you and your vision almost got incapacitated for it. You should do something about those people(obviously up to you) and also stop and think before you say or do something you regret. I'm not gonna stop watching your videos or unfollow your socials, but you have a long way back especially for the people who had your back since the beginning(not so much for the fake fans since they just see you as an angel who deserves unlimited tries). What's more, Wade is W for standing on his square and I wish him the best on his future endeavors(he also gained a new sub in me). Also, JJ should do something about the people behind the scenes who have an issue with the guy using a drink that God forbid is better than prime😂😂😂. W JJ's parents for not getting involved, W Ethan for saying it like it is and idk about the other Sidemen who didn't understand the whole situation but no hard feelings toward anyone anyway. Finally, Mo came outta nowhere with his response to Kavos😂. Kavos was right and I think Mo just wanted the situation to end(which is fine) but for him to come from the woodwork to tell Kavos that when he said nothing the whole time was not it. He should've stayed quiet. Do better supposed fans of KSI. Hold JJ and everyone regardless of what childish or genuinely justified feelings you have toward them, to the same standard. That's all...
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2023.03.25 02:00 keltaco03 swim bladder (or bloat) help PLEASEEEE
can somebody plz help me with what to do… i was feeding my fishing sinking pellets for the longest time and he was doing just fine. all of a sudden he started floating to the top. fasting and peas work, but then introduce pellets agains and he starts floating. i’ve tried hikari and kenta gas release. i’ve also tried repashy and that seemed to work at first, but then i gave him some pellets and he floated again. i went back to repashy yet he still kept floating. water quality is good and his tank mate is doing juSt fine. they are both orandas. should i fast for a couple days, feed spinach for a couple days, and then try repashy in small amounts ? (i have 2 little orandas in a 20 gallon btw. i plan on upgrading when i move. i have a tetra whisper HOB filter for up to 45 gallons. and i change 50-75% water once a week)
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2023.03.25 01:59 its_ianph Saan ba dapat bumili ng parts
Yes! may list kana na ng parts sa build na gusto mo, next naman saan ka naman bibili? Here's a guide!
Physical Store
Pros:- Makikita mo yung mismong parts na gusto mo
- Pwede mong itesting ang kaylangan mo
- Alam mo kung san mo dadalhin kung magpapawarranty or magkaproblema ang nabili mo
- Pwede mo na ipabuild mismo sa store ang nabili mo
- Magagamit mo agad kung malapit sayo ang binilhan mo
- May mga store na may loyalty cards/points na pwedeng ipang claim ng rewards or pang discount
Cons: - May mga parts na kaylangan ka pero hindi available or naubusan sila ng stock.
- Minsan mas mahal sila mag presyo vs online stores
\This recommended stores is based on me, my family and friends experience**
- EasyPC - Almost every month may promo. (Alabang/ Bacoo Makati/ Oasis, Ortigas/ Touchpoint QC)
- PCExpress - Lagi makikita sa mga malls, nag accept ng credit card for installments. (Almost every Malls)
- PCHub - Mas mura items nila kaysa sa ibang store sa Gilmore. (Gilmore)
- PC Options - Fist PC store on Gilmore, maayos ang customer service. (Gilmore/ Shaw Boulevard/ Sta. Rosa, Laguna)
- DynaQuestPC - May mga parts sakanila na mahirap mahanap sa iba. (Makati/ Sampaloc, Manila/ Mandaluyong/ Sucat, Paranaque)
- Bermor Zone - Mabait ang mga staff, may build na sila para sa kahit anong gusto mo. (Laoag City)
- Hardware Sugar - Meron din sila ng mga hard to find parts. (Makati City)
- CebuApplianceCenter IT - Reputable PC store on Cebu. (Cebu)
- Steezy GadgetHub - Reputable PC store para sa Mindanao area. (CDO, Iligan, Marawi, Tagum)
Online Store
Pros:- Madali mag compare ng prices sa iba't ibang store
- Makakamura ka dahil sa mga discounts at vouchers
- Madali mag hanap ng store kung saan available ang parts na gusto mo
Cons: - Hindi mo matetesting agad bago mo bayaran
- Mag aantay ka ng hours/days sa shipment
- Another waiting hours/days sa reply ng online store kung nagkaproblema ang order mo or kaylangan mo ipa-warranty
\This recommended stores is based on me, my family and my friends' experience**
2023.03.25 01:59 Veliarbery Problem with walking
I've tried to get off amph, last dose was 23.03, 5;00, around 10:30 I went to school, get back at 13:00, went to sleep, then I woke up at 18:00 and my mind and also my eyes were pullsing but I had to get to work. Went back and went to bed. Again I woke up 7:00 next day to get ready for Uni, but I came back to some after going to bus stop cuz it was nearly impossible for me to stand still and even sit, I get back some, woke up at 17:00, and it was still impossible for me to stand or even sit. My body felt very warm, I had cold sweats, my mind was foggy and I wasn't able to do anything. I had to redose cuz of my work.
How to stop speeding? I'm not able to take 3-4 days off to only lay in bed. And it's not like I can force myself to go walking or sitting cuz minute after minute I'm starting to get more sweaty and the only thing my mind is saying me is "go to bed, now, or we are fucked".
I want this to end.
Should I just slowly get off it? I've done extremly high doses (5g in around 30 hours) so lowering dose everyday seem like plan.
Please, help.
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How to stop speeding? I'm not able to take 3-4 days off to only lay in bed. And it's not like I can force myself to go walking or sitting cuz minute after minute I'm starting to get more sweaty and the only thing my mind is saying me is "go to bed, now, or we are fucked".
I want this to end.
Should I just slowly get off it? I've done extremly high doses (5g in around 30 hours) so lowering dose everyday seem like plan.
Please, help.