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A dream is a mental construct. Whenever one falls asleep they experience vivid hallucinations. These are impossible to record or properly re-account.
Psychosis is a mental condition where the victim experiences very disturbing hallucinations or thoughts. Think of things like schizophrenia, Then take the effects of that condition and amplify it. Psychosis victims report hearing whispers, Seeing bugs crawl on their skin and see the faces of people they have never met.
When I studied psychology I learnt about these things and they fascinated me. I went on to get a degree in psychological study and have been working as a psychologist and health scientist for 17 years.
I was contacted by my facility about a matter of a psychosis patient, While rare I have stumbled upon many of them and they act the same. In-consistent nonsensical babbling and severe PTSD. Most of the cases are results of tripping on acid but some are caused from depression and schizophrenia. This case was different.
When i arrived the patient seemed to be normal. When i sat down with her she opened up before i could even speak. "Doctor. Alexander." She took a deep breath. "I see dreams when I'm awake, Not hallucinations. Right now when i look at you, All i see is spots across your face. Like polka dots." I had to process this for a moment. "Dreams you say." I started to think.
"Y-Yeah.. Dreams, Nothing is normal, Every piece of furniture in this room looks different from each other, Like that vase behind you, It’s not right.. It looks.. Folded in.. Like an origami vase.. I can't describe it."
I didn't understand her. Dreams? This doesn't seem like psychosis.After a few hours of talking about what she has been seeing, How she feels and if her mind is feeling foggy, The only thing i could partially diagnose was severe schizophrenia.
"Take this prescription of Haloperidol, Take 2 a day, 1 in the morning and 1 at night. If you have more issues, come back here and we can discuss it. In 2 weeks I will do a mental health re-evaluation so I can see progress."
There were no issues for around a week until I got an urgent call. "Sir. One of your patients, Jane, Shes gone batshit fucking crazy, Like seriously she cant even talk without screaming that something is taking her soul, we need you down here NOW.”
I rushed down to my facility, Thoughts raced through my head "Has she stopped taking her meds?"I shook all those thoughts off as i swerved into the parking lot, As i darted inside the familiar jingle of the bell above the door startled me "Fucking bell.." I whispered under my breath as I ran faster than I have before.
When I arrived at the emergency care block I heard the screaming from the entrance. It was deep guttural wails that filled with so much dread it hurt my heart to listen to. When I stormed in there, Jane stood there on the ground covered in blood.
"THEY ARE HOLDING ME. SOMEBODY STOP THEM. SOMEBODY PLEASE"
She was screaming bloody murder and her mouth was bleeding. When I saw her state I immediately asked one of the nurses for a sedative to reduce her condition.
As she went I stood there with her trying to comfort her."What do you see jane." I overcame her wails with a calm demeanor and all of a sudden everything stopped. She seemed normal.
"They.. They stopped. They are staring at you."I looked at her calmly. I knew these were psychosis symptoms and I started to comfort her."Jane, You are experiencing very vivid hallucinations. It is called schizophrenic psychosis. Have you been taking the prescription I gave you?"
"Y..Yes doctor i have but.. it doesn't work, Everywhere i go i see the same things i saw before, Except this time everything seems more cold.. Beforehand everything seemed more colorful. Now it is damp."
"Jane, I am going to have to check you into this facility for a full psychiatric re-examination and study. If this is not schizophrenia, I will have to figure out what it really is so I can properly diagnose you and get you the help you need."
She began to cry terribly. "w..why can't i just be normal, why me? what have i done?" I began to pat her back as i sighed. "Let me help you up" as i stood i reached my hand out. As she grabbed it i almost yelped. She was extremely cold, Almost frozen. My hand felt pain as she held it but I pushed on as she stood.
"I will have some nurses check you in and we will begin tomorrow. Please signal for help if you see anything, we will try and get you the right medication to stop it.. But I can't guarantee anything, We don't know what we are dealing with."
As I walked off to check out I signaled to the front desk to call the nurses for Jane's psychiatric re-evaluation. They nodded and they called into the intercom "We need 3 available for psych unit 7"
The sounds muffled as I walked out, I felt really bad for jane. But I knew she was getting help.
As i arrived home the warm smell of the autumn trees luminated like a light. I felt more calm as I walked through my door. The gentle creaking of the hinges made me cringe as I shut the door. The warm air rushed out of the room as I walked to the kitchen.
As I grabbed my bottle of rum I got a call. "What the fuck is it now.." I sort of just waddled over agitated. I checked the caller ID and noticed that it was an unknown caller. Out of habit I declined the call and went back to my bench. As I poured the rum the iridescent smell of pleasure filled the air.
The phone rang once more. As I sighed I walked over and answered the unknown caller. "Hello Dr. Alexander, How may I help you."
"Good evening Dr. Alexander, We are here to identify a patient of yours, Jane Myers correct?"
Confused, I confirmed his assumption "Yes that's right, What is it?"
"Sir I work for a certain agency, I can't tell you its policy. Tomorrow we will be at your front desk awaiting your arrival. It's to do with her condition. If you believe this is a wrong contact, please confirm so we can move on."
I was extremely confused at this point, I thought it was a prank at first but it all seemed serious. There was no underlying tone to his voice, it seemed raspy, he sounded too old to be a prank caller.
"Uh.. Okay? I'll make sure to be there by 12:00 PM."
The call ended abruptly as I whispered to myself.
"What the fuck..."
I kind of shook it all off, Maybe it was her family? I don't know but I'll figure it out tomorrow. The rest of the night went uneventful and as i faded off to sleep i thought of jane. I dreamt about terrible black figures standing above me and Jane on the floor of the psychiatric unit. They were almost fuzzy, like blurry, I couldn't properly conceive their appearance, they were just human shaped blurry structures.
When I finally woke up it was 10:30 pm. I woke up later than usual so I rushed to get ready. As I finished getting dressed I poured myself some coffee, as I sipped on the hot beverage the aroma of earth filled my nose. I felt relaxed, I thought to myself "Today will be a good , happy day." I was trying to make myself feel better about the coming events.
When I arrived at my facility I saw a black car with tinted windows outside the front. "Must be them." I said to myself as I wandered through the door, The bell startled me and I kind of froze for a second. I finally collected my thoughts and I saw 2 men in plain black suits. They stood up to greet me as if they knew who I was.
"Hello Dr. Alexander, My name is Harry and this is my partner Sam. We are here about your patient Jane Myers, It is to do with her condition. May we see her?" I said "Why do you need to see her?"
They both adjusted their positions and Sam said
"We are with the government, We are here to review this patient's condition. We cannot tell you why but it is important, It is research and we believe she has a rare condition. "
I thought for a moment before finally obliging. As I led them down the plain white halls I started to get more anxious, I started to overthink "Are they here to kill her?" I shook off the thoughts. They were stupid, Simply just speculation.
As we arrived at psych unit 7 we walked in to see Jane on the bed being talked to by some nurses and another psych doctor. As they walked in they shut the door behind them. "What we are about to tell you is to be upmost classified among only you"
Everyone looked at each other extremely confused but before any questions were asked they opened up.
"Jane, You have a condition called petriscarphy Dream Psychosis. It is a condition where well.. Instead of you falling asleep to dream, You see them awake. You are the only known suspected subject with this rare condition. We want to record what you see. A team will be arriving soon to set-up the right conditions for this to be possible."
As Harry finished his sentence I almost couldn't believe what I was hearing.. Were they being serious? Before I could do anything, The other psych doctor in the room, His name was Terry, Stood up and got in the 2 men's faces. They remained calm as he spouted off at them.
"What the fuck do you think your doing? Are you joking? That is nonsense, I request you leave immediately before I call security."
The 2 men stood there silent as Terry stared at them. He had a crazy look in his eye and then he shoved harry. The moment he touched him, Sam grabbed a pistol out from the underside of his jacket and aimed at Terry.
"Sir. Calm down, I assure you this is not a joke. We are being perfectly cooperative with you but if you try to do anything like that again then I will be forced to put you down."
I remember the phrasing of that sentence "Put you down" He spoke like he was a higher being and was about to just.. Phase Terry out of existence.
As Terry backed up, shocked he sat back down and became silent. I swear I could hear the air in the room, Not for long however. Jane began to sob and wail softly. "They are back.. They are upset, They don't want you recording them, Please.. Go.. Don't do this. They will kill me. PLEASE"
She pleaded with the men but they stood in silence. After 5 minutes of Jane's agonizing wailing we heard the sounds of frantic footsteps and before long, men in white coats and masks entered the room. They had a label on their coats. It was a blue circle with black in the middle, It had the initials above it "N.A.O.S"
"We are here for Ja-" They stood silent as she continued wailing
"JUST LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE"
She grew silent as she sat there un-moving.
That's when she slipped unconscious, Slouching over into her bed and making no sound. We sounded an alarm that a patient had fallen unconscious and nurses rushed in ignoring the men. After around an hour we stabilized her.
The man stood around in silence and once everyone was out but me and Terry, They got to work. I watched as one of the white coated men pulled out a small vial with a blue liquid in it. He grabbed a syringe and started to draw the liquid. It looked viscous and bubbled at the top as he finally pulled out the syringe.
After he was done the 4 other men in the room grabbed out small pieces of equipment and started to arrange it. The parts clacked together and made the same sound as metal being dropped onto a hard surface. The echoes of the screeching sound made me cringe once again.
When it was done it looked like a microscope was attached to a plate with glass in the middle. A camera lens was attached and the coated man squirted a small amount of the viscous blue liquid onto the plate and then he grabbed another device. It looked like something out of some saw movie.
It was a dome shaped metal helmet with tubes running out from 4 holes surrounding where the head should go. These tubes ran to a socket in the device. I started to feel sick "What the fuck is all this" I murmured angrily. "This is a device that is used to transmit the electrical waves inside the patients head and can be transferred to this magnoscope to then print out the photographs. The liquid you see is well.. I actually can't tell you, It's not that simple, But it's classified."
I started to boil with anger. This was inhumane, Finding someone's terrible condition and using it for research instead of helping them? I was considering trying to stop them but I knew they had guns. There's no way I was leaving either.
Finally after a few minutes of assembly they attached the device to Jane's head and a sound started to play. It was like the sound you expect electricity to make, a little quiet constant zapping with the occasional crackle.
As i watched jane she started to twist and turn in discomfort even though she was unconscious, I felt so fucking bad for her, Everything about this was so twisted, It seemed so.. Wrong.
As she squirmed and fiddled the sounds started to fade as the liquid that was on that glass plate had turned to a deep red color, almost like blood. As I stood looking at it I smelt the sensation of chemicals, like bleach and drain cleaner.
I started to feel like I was going to break down. My mind was literally foggy as I stared at this contraption. Another sound started up, It was like that of a printer but much quieter, I could barely hear it. As I stared at the pictures being pushed out from the side I started to feel more nauseous. Something about this felt wrong. I couldn't describe it.
Finally the coated men approached the pictures and they examined them. The moment one of them looked at one of those pictures he froze in place and looked shocked. I could see the look of fear in that man's eyes. As he stared longer and longer he started to shake uncontrollably. After an agonizing few seconds he grabbed the syringe with the remaining liquid and screamed.
"WE HAVE TO KILL IT, WE MUST BANISH IT, WHAT THE FUCK IS IT"
The man's once professional manor turned into malice and hatred as he injected Jane with this syringe full of this liquid. She immediately started to seize, a Black goo was coming from her mouth and she flatlined almost immediately.
Sam and harry immediately upholstered there weapons and aimed at the man
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING" Sam screamed at the man, Finally he lunged at them, Immediately 2 ringing gunshots sounded as the man fell, Everything went to shit, Screaming and crying occurred throughout the unit and that was when i took my chance to run, Not before grabbing the photos however. As I ran the screams echoed and the sobbing and crying of other patients sounded.
I made it out to my car and swerved out of the lot. I almost hit another car but i managed to narrowly avoid it and race home, My heart was beating so fast it felt like i was about to have a heart attack. As I made it into my driveway I took no time grabbing the photos and my bag and rushing right inside.
When i made it in i slammed my door shut, The creaking didnt phase me this time, Nothing did, I was focused on getting away from whatever the fuck had just happened.
When I finally calmed down enough to function I sat down with the photos and looked at them. Dear god, The terrors this woman must have faced.
The first photo had a black and white vivid pattern, In amongst it i could see an opaque face, It was perfectly symmetrical, Almost too perfect, The faded patterns ran through it like a vintage photo but the only detail i saw were the eyes, In the pupils i saw another cascade of photos, It was the same perfect face over and over. I counted how many I could.. I counted 9.
That one disturbed me, It felt ominous and had an almost aura around it, It was clearly a sinister vision, It was... Really odd to me however, This wasn't what Jane had described to me as her visions.
The next photo is why I'm writing this. Why I'm ready to accept death from the organizations that conduct these inhumane things. I saw a structure, In around it was a show with white fade, But the center had a very recognisable shape. It was a single long line with more lines stretching off of it, they formed a pattern that looked like a spider, well kind of. The thing that disturbed me was the one word that stood under it.
It was in an almost unrecognizable state, it was scribbly, faded and pretty much blurred, but I could read it. There stood the single word: Universe.
That was when i thought i was hallucinating, I started to feel sick, I dry heaved and eventually vomited as i stared at the photo, It doesn't sound disturbing when i put it into words but when you look at it... It almost seems fake, like a vision of its own.
It's been a week since then. The facility is closed and I doubt it's gonna open soon. I've been staring at this photo for a long time, A very long time. And I swear whenever I look away I see blurry dark faces staring back at me.
They will be here soon to take what's theirs. This is my final message. Goodbye.

Hi, so I’m updating my new password for my DS login for VA.gov and I can get all requirements to turn green except the “When changing a password, your new password must have at least 8 characters be different” portion. I literally put in random letters and numbers in no particular order and it still stays red and will not allow me to register a new password. Has anyone had this happen?

Longtime lurkecommentator but never posted my own story. There’s a lot of backstory that I’m not sure I want to get into. Summary: My mother rented to my MIL, and that’s how I met my DH. She joked about us dating but once we went out, she texted my mother about stopping me from going out with him. We began dating, and she began shit talking about me directly to my mother. I moved out into his apartment. We stayed until the lease was done and now moved back in with my mother. She left and bought a house with my mother’s help. Legend: OSIL = Older sister in law, YSIL = Younger sister in law, SFIL = Step father in law
With that out of the way, we had been dating for a year, and we decided to get married. We’re now married! Neither side has actually congratulated us, ever. Both sides are Christian but where my family is nondenominational, his is LDS. He has younger siblings. I’ll be fudging some details to keep this story more anonymous.
My SIL’s baptism was last weekend. I had decided that DH needed a white button down, tie, and some dress shoes for the occasion. Apparently, his mom had messaged him asking to wear green to match the family. I picked a dress, and we matched his outfit to mine. My outfit was pale green, and white. We managed to find a tie and pocket square to match my dress. ( I hadn’t been told about the matching until we had already purchased our clothes, so the matching family was entirely coincidental. )
We get there, and MIL/older SIL are wearing white. This was obviously coordinated yet no one told ME to wear white. I was immediately annoyed but brushed it off. We take family photos, OSIL stayed in the car to avoid us. DH made a joke about her being so loving. MIL acknowledged it but brushed it off. I’m ignored the entire time, we take photos. and help take the food from car into the kitchen. We end up going into another part of the church while we wait for the rest of the guests. DH and I help fold the program pamphlets. The baptism went well! I specially called MIL to sit with us. She played dumb and went to go sit with OSIL. YSIL was actually sitting with us, and was handholding DH because she was anxious about the water bit. That pissed me off but oh well. We go towards the kitchen to eat afterwards. DH went to go get food for us but was suckered into playing lunch lady for a bit. He went to go talk to OSIL as it’s been a tense relationship. I didn’t have my phone and was being ignored by the rest of the family so I went outside for a bit. DH joined me because he knew I was having a rough time with his family. We came back and a guest came over and talked to us. First person to talk to me after the service! We were in charge of bringing forks and a cake for YSIL. Found out that SFIL went out to get forks. Like they didn’t trust us to bring them? We ate and then got out the cake. We went out and sang happy birthday for our YSIL. We had cake and all. While this was going on, MIL and the rest of the family were in the kitchen gossiping. After the cake, a woman kept talking to DH and I was getting tired of being ignored. When we went to say bye to MIL, she said thank you for coming specifically to DH. Hugged him and then immediately started talking to someone else. I’m so tired of being treated like an outsider to this family. I have a close relationship with YSIL & BIL but then again they’re children. The family is a whole mess because they refuse to respect me and actually talk to me. I refuse to try with them because of the things that MIL has said about me. At this point, we’re only LC because of the kids. I don’t even know why I’m posting because I don’t know if there’s any advice that would even help us. I guess I want to rant because not many people know what I’m going through in terms of In-Laws. Not even my brothers know. Sorry for any formatting issues or mistakes, I’m doing this on mobile.

So, my husband is pretty apathetic toward my stepdaughter. She was an accident and not planned. He just doesn't like anything she does and he often says to me "how is she even related to me?" and that "as her stepmom you should be teaching her how to act." Hello, I didn't raise her (BM did and does!). I just try to be her cool aunt. He bitches that "she's just like her mother" all the time. Duh.
My husband and I are into dogs, hiking, backpacking, the beach, road trips, reading books and discussing them, eating out at "experience" restaurants, dressing up for each other, date nights, cooking, hiking, trips one-night to random places like the Winchester Mystery House, seeing movies together, tarot cards, systems engineering, etc.
SD is into her pet rats, doesn't read, shows really no interest in self-care, doesn't watch movies, and has no hobbies that I can figure out. She's kind of just an emo teen with a rat. She absolutely hates being brought out (no matter how much luxury or what it costs). She has no interest in a gaming system, computer, TV, anything. I think she may be depressed and am pushing for therapy.
How can you not go out, not read, not watch TV, not watch movies, etc. and be entertained? It makes no sense.
She also ticks like every box my husband hates with her hobbies and limited self-care. Having rats as pets (he's always been disgusted by pet rodents), wearing huge fake nails, giant hoop earrings, wearing shorts that leave nothing to the imagination, she doesn't read well or at all for academic gain, has generally poor hygiene (she has funk which I'm trying to address... It smells like BV so that's going to be an awkward conversation), won't swim, etc.
I'm kinda just like....... Let's just get to know her. I'm sure there will be plenty of love.
I get why he is frustrated with her, I also find her kind of frustrating and being honest boring, but ultimately I accept her the way she is. Who knows? She could change her interests a bit after spending time with us. Or not.
I feel like I was always on the other side of being a SP, like I thought it was shitty, but now I'm this kid's advocate?!? Idk what to do really. I just stick up for her as best I can. BTW, none of this makes her like me or give respect. I've just risen above at this point and take her hateful words and move on.
I'm the adult.

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There's a lot of overkill but I would like room for expansion so I added a cheaper but at the same time decent gpu, more memory, and an okay processor. Also the case might be older but I really love the design and it had mounting points for some fans for additional HDD cooling. I don't wanna just use some synology box because it kind of takes a lot of the fun out of doing this yourself, I have more than enough money to fund this little project so things could go up in price a bit too but prefer to stay under the 20TB of raw storage before raids and what not.
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For now I will mostly plan on using it as your typical media server with movies, shows, and my own personal files. This will be on 24/7

As darkened clouds loomed overhead, lightning tore through the sky, illuminating the dark forest with a brilliant burst of light. The crackling energy split the heavens, casting jagged veins of illumination across the landscape. The resounding BOOM that followed reverberated through the air, shaking the very foundation of Cornelia's cozy cabin. Inside, she reclined in her plush chair, enveloped in its welcoming embrace. A soft, crackling warmth emanated from the fireplace, casting a gentle glow that bathed the room in a comforting radiance. She sighed contentedly, the flickering flames casting dancing shadows on the walls, as if they were performers in a mesmerizing show.
"A good sign, isn't that right, Wendy?" Cornelia whispered, her voice a delicate murmur filled with reassurance and affection.
“Wendy wike wain,” said Wendy, with her lustrous ebony-colored fluff, nestled against Cornelia's stomach, her presence a velvety touch against her skin. The room filled with a soft, contented humming as Wendy expressed her happiness.
Cornelia smiled as her pale fingers traced gentle paths along Wendy's back, their movements a tender caress. Her gaze drifted to the window, where nature orchestrated a symphony of raindrops cascading against the glass. Each droplet carried its own rhythm, harmonizing with the crackling fire to create a symphony of soothing melodies.
As Cornelia admired Wendy, a sense of curiosity began to blossom within her. Were there other fluffies out there with the same unique hue? Elves and wealthy humans often boasted vibrant and diverse-colored fluffies in their care, while the "street-rat" fluffies that roamed alleyways possessed more muted variations. Yet, Wendy's fur was a rarity—pure black that held an air of mystique.
Whispers had spread among the villages, snaking through ears and fuelling imaginations. Tales, distorted and embellished, spoke of a sinister pact between Cornelia and the Demon Vlae. In their twisted narratives, the villagers claimed that the evil spirit-lord resided within Wendy, bestowing upon her the cloak of inky blackness.
Cornelia knew these rumours to be falsehoods, mere figments of overactive imaginations, but that did little to quell the villagers' misguided intentions. Not wanting the villagers to burn her at the stake, Cornelia made a deliberate choice to slip away into the embrace of the ancient woods. There, among the towering sentinels of bark and the rustling tapestry of fallen leaves, she sought solace and a life of peace with Wendy.
Just as Cornelia and Wendy began to settle into a tranquil nap, an insistent knocking on the cabin door shattered the serene atmosphere. The abrupt interruption stirred them from their drowsy state, pulling them back into the realm of uncertainty and peril.
Ygor knocked on the door with the force of a strong but controlled thunder. The heavy wooden door swung open by itself, revealing a flaming shadow with crimson eyes that glare into his very soul.
“You do not disturb a witch’s nap you...” scowled Cornelia but she paused upon seeing a sad yet familiar ogre standing before her.
In the ogre's hands, cradled gently like a fragile treasure, was an injured blue fluffy curled up into a ball. The fluffy's delicate hooves pressed against her belly as she whimpered in pain, her soft cries filling the air with a heart-wrenching melody. The scent of fear and desperation clung to her, mingling with the damp earthiness that permeated the cabin.
Cornelia's piercing gaze softened, her eyes lingering on the wounded blue fluffy nestled in Ygor's hands. The dancing flames of the crackling fireplace painted shifting shadows on her face, accentuating the genuine concern etched across her soft features.
“Ygor?” asked Cornelia, her voice a gentle murmur that wrapped around the room.
“Ygor need help, widdle fluffy hurt” replied Ygor, his voice filled with a mix of deep worry and desperation.
"Bring her inside," Cornelia replied, stepping aside and waited for the giant ogre to enter her home. "Don't worry, the cabin is bigger on the inside," she reassured him, her words imbued with a touch of enchantment.
Ygor carefully stepped into the cabin, his massive form casting long shadows against the sturdy wooden walls. Inside, he found himself awestruck by the magic in the cabin. The air is alive with ethereal energy, a tangible testament to Cornelia's formidable abilities.
With deliberate grace, Ygor approached Cornelia, his every movement infused with cautious tenderness. The crackling flames of the fireplace cast a soft, golden glow that danced and flickered, creating a mesmerizing play of light and shadows across the room.
Cornelia placed a soft, crimson blanket on the smooth surface of the wooden table, its vibrant hue contrasting against the rustic backdrop of the cabin. Cornelia's voice resonated with warmth and reassurance as she spoke; her words carrying the echoes of countless months spent mastering witchcraft.
"It's one of the first spells I had to learn as a witch, so don't worry about trying to fit in," Cornelia assured Ygor, her tone comforting like a soft caress.
"Now, tell me what happened," Cornelia gently prompted, her voice a melodic invitation to share their burdens.
Her empathetic eyes fixed upon Ygor and the poor fluffy, eagerly awaiting their tale of woe. The fire crackled and the raindrops tapped against the window, forming a soothing symphony that seemed to draw the elements closer, eager to listen and offer solace.
“Ygor fed fwuffy raw meat, now fwuffy tummy hurts,” Ygor explained.
“wed’ meat? Fwuffies nu’ eat wed’ meat” Wendy exclaimed, her eyes widened with fear and confusion.
“Put her on the table!” Cornelia's command sliced through the air, her voice resonating with authority as she directed Ygor to carefully place the injured fluffy on the plush red blanket that adorned the sturdy wooden table.
With eager determination, Wendy scurried towards Cornelia. The little fluffy snatched a flask from a nearby shelf. The green liquid concocted from the nearby river and the roots of an ancient tree glowed inside the flask. The aromatic scent of the potion wafted through the air, mingling with the comforting aroma of burning wood. Ygor's sensitive nose caught a hint of bones in the fragrance, causing him to raise an eyebrow in curiosity.
“Ygor smell bones” said Ygor upon picking up a strange scent coming from the flask.
"It's just the potion, Ygor. You can sit near the bookshelf; I'll handle this," reassured Cornelia as she guided Ygor to a seat beside the collection of well-worn tomes. His heavy footsteps resonated against the wooden floor, creating a gentle vibration that shook the nearby furniture.
Meanwhile, Wendy, her ebony-colored fluff rustling with each hurried step, made her way to the kitchen. The soft tapping of her little legs echoed through the cabin, the sound blending with the crackling fire and the rhythmic pitter-patter of rain against the window. Guided by Cornelia's request, Wendy retrieved a bowl of ash and garlic, their distinct scents mingling in the air, creating a heady mixture of earthiness and protection.
Cornelia's hands moved with practiced precision, like a knife gliding through the cloves of garlic as if guided by an invisible force. With each expert stroke, the pungent aroma of freshly cut garlic permeated the air, mingling with the earthy scent of the wooden table.
Once the garlic lay in neat, small pieces, Cornelia turned her attention to the bowl. She poured the green liquid into its depths, a shimmering cascade that glimmered like emerald flames. As the liquid settled, Cornelia's voice hummed with an incantation, her words carrying the weight of ancient knowledge and power.
In an instant, a flicker of green fire sprang to life, dancing atop the surface of the liquid. Its ethereal glow cast a surreal illumination, transforming the ordinary bowl into a vessel of enchantment. Shadows flickered and played upon the cabin walls, as if the very room had become a stage for magic itself.
Ygor's gaze locked onto Blue, his eyes filled with concern as he witnessed her unconscious. Despite her silent state, his sensitive ears detected faint, almost imperceptible whimpering that tugged at his heartstrings.
In a mesmerizing display of magic, a radiant golden light took the form of Cornelia's hand, delicately reaching towards the green flame. As her hand made contact, a breathtaking transformation ensued. The liquid within the bowl seemed to defy gravity, soaring out of its confines with graceful fluidity. It floated in the air, suspended like a glistening bubble, casting an iridescent glow that bathed the cabin in a surreal radiance.
The floating liquid became a canvas for the dancing and shimmering golden light, which traced intricate patterns written in the runes of magic. With every subtle movement and shift, the elixir responded, guided by Cornelia's hand, as if it were alive. The soft, ethereal hum resonated through the cabin, its gentle vibrations filling the air and contributing to the enchanting atmosphere that enveloped the space.
Ygor's eyes widened in awe as he witnessed this captivating spectacle, his senses fully immersed in the enchantment unfolding before him. The delicate scent of the potion wafted through the air, an intoxicating blend of natural ingredients and mystical energies. It mingled with the comforting aroma of burning firewood, creating an olfactory tapestry that enveloped the room.
“Wemembeh’ jus’ one dwop o’ fwuffy fwend goes fowebah sweepies” Wendy reminded, her voice filled with caution and trepidation. The anticipation was palpable, causing her little legs to tremble with a mixture of anxiety and hope.
“I know, Wendy” Cornelia replied with concern. Slowly, with delicate precision, she reached out and began removing the intricately carved magic runes that encircled the floating bubble. Each rune dislodged weakened the magic, and the room seemed to hold its breath in anticipation.
As the runes dissipated one by one, a single drop from the shimmering green bubble fell into Blue's mouth, like a droplet of life itself. In that fleeting moment, the magic took hold, invigorating her senses and drawing her back from the abyss of unconsciousness. Blue's eyes fluttered open, her vision initially blurry as she adjusted to the renewed world around her. Gradually, the fog lifted, revealing the figure of another fluffy sitting in front of her, a woman with a mysterious allure, half of her face veiled by a cascade of hair, and Ygor, the gentle ogre.
Blue wakes up, her vision blurry at first. When they cleared, she saw another fluffy sitting in front of her, a strange woman with half her face covered by her hair, and Ygor.
"Mommeh?" Blue's voice trembled with a mixture of longing and confusion, seeking comfort in the familiarity of a mother's embrace.
"No, sorry," Cornelia replied gently, her voice carrying a touch of sympathy. With great care, she cradled Blue in her hands, providing a sense of security and protection.
The cabin enveloped them in a cocoon of warmth and safety, shielding them from the world's uncertainties.
"Let's give you a bath before I return you to Ygor, is that okay?" Cornelia offered, her words laced with kindness and concern. Blue nodded, a silent agreement to the caring gesture that awaited her.
As Cornelia cradled Blue in her arms, Ygor's curious gaze wandered to the bookshelf, where a plush velvet tome caught his attention. With a gentle touch, he retrieved the book, feeling the smoothness of the fabric beneath his fingertips. Opening it, Ygor's eyes widened at the sight of a meticulously drawn map, its intricate details beckoning him into a world he’s never seen before.
His gaze shifted to the strange numbers inscribed alongside the map, written in elegant script that danced across the aged parchment. Ygor traced the lines and deciphered the enigmatic message contained within.
"Two... tw-twenty-six degrees, twelve minutes, and forty-four seconds, N—No- no- north," Ygor read aloud, his voice filled with a mix of curiosity.
Cornelia emerged from the bath, her bare feet padding softly against the wooden floor, carrying Blue wrapped in a clean towel. Drops of water glistened upon her skin like scattered diamonds, reflecting the warm glow of the cabin's hearth. She approached Ygor, her presence radiating a sense of wisdom and familiarity.
"It seems you've improved since the last time I met you," Cornelia remarked, her voice carrying a tone of admiration.
The scent of lavender lingered in the air, intermingling with the comforting aroma of freshly brewed tea.
“Ygor been reading lots lately, collected many books” Ygor proudly proclaimed. The room resonated with the gentle rustling of pages, as each one whispered a tale of knowledge and discovery.
Gently placing Blue on the floor, Cornelia watched with fondness as the little fluffy’s hooves create a delicate patter against the wooden surface as she scurried towards Ygor. She nuzzled against his massive leg, seeking solace and comfort. A warm smile graced Cornelia's lips.
"That's truly admirable," Cornelia remarked, her voice carrying a gentle cadence. The crackling fire painted flickering shadows upon the walls, enveloping the space in a comforting embrace. The scent of smoldering logs mingled with the sweet fragrance of wildflowers, creating an enchanting symphony for the senses.
“Until the ‘metal people’ burnt them along with Ygor house” Ygor replied, his voice echoed with a touch of sorrow. The weight of his words hung in the air, mingling with the flickering shadows cast by the crackling flames.
"The metal people," Cornelia mused, her thoughts drifting to the relentless knights of The King. The weight of their armored presence pressed upon her mind, like a looming storm cloud on the horizon. The memory of their arrival, their steel-clad boots treading upon the sacred grounds of the Old World, sent shivers down her spine. Their presence had brought upheaval, disrupting the delicate balance of harmony and magic that once thrived.
"I'm sorry to hear that," Cornelia said, her voice laced with sincerity. "You can stay here as long as you need," she assured, her words offering solace and a sense of belonging amidst the uncertainty of the outside world.
“Thank you, Ygor will find new home soon,” Ygor replied. “By the way, Ygor find black fluffy interesting, never seen one before,” he remarked, pointing towards Wendy.
Cornelia followed his gaze, her eyes tracing the ebony contours of Wendy's fur. The contrast of darkness against light evoked a sense of curiosity and wonder.
“I saw her in an alley a couple of months ago while I was gathering ingredients,” Cornelia recalled as she adjusted her favorite chair, drawing it closer to Ygor's seat. Blue and Wendy sat side by side, their eyes filled with anticipation as they listen to the story Cornelia is about to tell.
Clad in a worn cloak that concealed her features, Cornelia blended seamlessly into the bustling village crowd. The fabric whispered with every movement, a soft rustle against her skin as she navigated the narrow streets. The air was alive with the aroma of freshly baked bread, mingling with the scent of spices wafting from market stalls.
After procuring a bundle of garlic from the local market, the distinct scent of its earthy essence enveloped Cornelia's senses. Its pungency mingled with the vibrant tapestry of smells, drawing her further into the heart of the village. With purposeful steps, she made her way through the labyrinthine streets, seeking the hidden corners where the secrets of her craft could be uncovered.
The alleyway she ventured into concealed itself in shadow, an intimate sanctuary away from prying eyes. She brushed her finger against the rough brick walls as she walked deeper into the alley. Carefully, she extracted small glass jars from her satchel, their delicate clinks echoing in the stillness of the alley. Each jar captured the essence of a captured lizard, their gentle rustling and soft scales brushing against the glass as they adjusted to their temporary confines. Cornelia observed the ethereal dance of light on their vibrant scales, the sight creating a mesmerizing spectacle that seemed to hint at the creatures' otherworldly origins.
As her task neared completion, a hushed whimpering caught Cornelia's acute hearing, piercing through the ambient sounds of the alley. The muffled cries stirred her curiosity and compassion, grounding her in the present moment. The echoes of distress resonated with a palpable weight, urging her to investigate further. With a mixture of anticipation and concern, she followed the trail of whimpering, guided by an invisible thread that led her deeper into the shadows of the alleyway.
“Ugwy babbeh, momma gib’ fowebah sweepies!!!” scowled a fat, ugly fluffy with a distinct rhotacism, muted pink fur, and a stained green mane. Its harsh yet infant-like voice reverberated off the soot-covered walls, creating a dissonant symphony in the alley.
Cornelia's voice cut through the air like a whip cracking, her words carrying an authority that resonated with power and determination.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, street-rat!" she scowled back, her tone laced with both indignation and warning. An ethereal light, emanating from her cloak, bathed the alley in a soft, otherworldly glow, casting long, dancing shadows upon the cracked pavement.
"Smawty mommah beautiful! no gwiv biwth to ugwy babbeh!" the street-rat scowled again with its distinctive speech impediment. The creature turned to face Cornelia, its initial anger giving way to shock as its beady eyes widened in disbelief. The glow from Cornelia's cloak seemed to hold the street-rat captive, its mesmerizing radiance momentarily erasing the malice etched across its grotesque features.
“Hooman?” asked the street-rat, its voice trembling with a hint of hope amidst the chaos of its existence.
"Yes, a human," Cornelia affirmed, her tone firm yet laced with empathy.
The alley seemed to shrink around them, the dilapidated brick walls closing in as the tension mounted.
The street-rat's eyes widened with desperation, and in a flurry of movement, it scurried towards Cornelia, collapsing before her in a pitiful display of submission. Dust billowed around them, filling the air with a gritty haze, while the distant echo of passing footsteps underscored the urgency of their encounter.
“Nice wady, pweese take fwuffy wivh yu!” The street-rat's cries echoed through the desolate alley, its once-malicious tone transformed into a pitiful plea. Its snout nuzzled against Cornelia's leg, a feeble attempt at seeking solace and salvation.
“Fwuffy nu wan’ stay wivh ugwy babbehs!!!” the street-rat begged, its snout nuzzled against Cornelia's leg, a feeble attempt at seeking solace and salvation.
Cornelia, her heart heavy with the weight of the street-rat's anguish, carefully stepped over the pathetic creature, making her way toward the vulnerable baby lying at the end of the alley. Drawing closer, a chilling tableau of horror assaulted her senses. The metallic tang of blood hung in the air, intermingling with the sickly stench of decay. Before her eyes lay a grim testament to the darkest depths of despair. Foals with muted and stained bloodstained fur, their dull hues tainted with their own intestines, bore the scars of a brutal struggle. Bite marks marred their tender flesh, evidence of cannibalistic desperation, while trampled bodies bore witness to the unforgiving nature of this forsaken place.
As Cornelia knelt down to retrieve the fluffy, the air hung heavy with anticipation. The scent of damp concrete and decaying refuse mingled with the disgusting tang of blood, creating an atmosphere of unease. The dim light of the alleyway cast long, haunting shadows that danced along the walls.
But as Cornelia's hand closed around the trembling infant fluffy, a sudden, searing pain shot through her senses. A sharp SNAP echoed through the air, accompanied by the sickening sound of teeth sinking into flesh. Cornelia's cry of agony reverberated off the surrounding buildings, its raw intensity tinged with shock and disbelief.
The pink-furred mother street rat's jaws remained stubbornly clenched, its grip unyielding. Cornelia's vision blurred with tears, her vision shortly distorted by the excruciating pain. With a swift, instinctive motion, fueled by a mix of agony and surprise, Cornelia swung her injured hand in a wild arc, flinging the fluffy across the alley.
“What the?” Cornelia cried out. She has never encountered a fluffy that bites. Let alone, one that bites this hard. She swings her hand and threw the fluffy across the alley.
“MEANIE WADY! WHY TAKE UGWY BABBEH?” the street-rat's shrill voice pierced the air, its cries echoing like the wails of a frustrated toddler. The sound reverberated through the narrow passage, carrying a mix of confusion, anger, and sorrow. It blended with the backdrop of distant traffic, creating a dissonant symphony of chaos and distress.
“TAKE MUMMAH! KIWW UGWY BABBEH!” The street-rat frantically stomped the ground in uncontrolled rage. “nu wan’ meanie wady to take vewy ugwy babbeh!!!” the street-rat charged towards the witch.
As Cornelia clasped the fragile baby in her trembling hand, determination coursed through her veins, lending a renewed strength to her stance. The musty odor of the alleyway saturated the air with a pungent reminder of the harsh realities of this grim world.
But before she could fully process the unfolding situation, a searing pain shot through her leg like a lightning bolt. The sensation was akin to the piercing bite of a thousand needles, laced with the unmistakable pressure of a sharp object. Cornelia's scream reverberated through the alley, carrying her anguish and shock to the distant corners of the forgotten cityscape.
The street-rat's unicorn horn, a menacing weapon honed by the merciless streets, impaled Cornelia's left leg. The relentless strength behind the attack sent a blur of conflicting sensations—a symphony of pain, desperation, and disbelief —piercing through her body like shattered glass.
In the midst of her suffering, Cornelia became acutely aware of the grim reality that governed this alleyway. The countless deaths and constant struggle for survival had forged these street-rats into formidable adversaries. Their resilience and innate strength were evident in their very existence. It was a harsh lesson learned in an instant—the living street-rats were much stronger than one could ever anticipate.
As she fought to maintain her footing, Cornelia's vision swayed with a mixture of pain-induced dizziness and the swirling chaos of the alley. The scent of blood intermingled with the dank aroma of decay, enveloping her senses in a suffocating haze. The gritty texture of the alley's uneven pavement seemed to press against her fingertips, grounding her amidst the tumultuous storm of emotions.
Despite the excruciating torment and the formidable foe embedded in her leg, Cornelia clung to her resolve. With unwavering determination, she focused on protecting the fragile life in her arms, steeling herself for the challenges that lay ahead. The relentless struggle for survival in this unforgiving world had etched itself into her very being, and she was prepared to face its darkest truths head-on.
“Fwuffy stuck!!!” cried the street-rat, her voice trembling with desperation as she attempted to dislodge herself from Cornelia's lower leg. The sharp pain intensified, searing through Cornelia's flesh, eliciting a guttural cry of agony that reverberated through the alley.
In that moment, Cornelia's instincts kicked in, and with a surge of raw magical power, she conjured a blast wave of energy that pulsed through the air. The crackling energy engulfed the street-rat, propelling her forcefully into a nearby brick wall. The impact shattered the ancient masonry, and the street-rat lay there, her body bloodied and broken, her ability to move forever stolen.
“Fwuffy can’t move, hewp!” the street-rat whimpered, her words garbled and distorted by her injuries. The alleyway seemed to echo with her pain and despair.
Cornelia turned to leave the scene, a mix of relief and sorrow weighing upon her heart. But before she could vanish into the shadows, her eyes met the wide-eyed gaze of a villager who had witnessed her extraordinary display of magic. The villager's features contorted with shock, and his trembling voice pierced the air like a thunderclap, “Witch!”
“Witch!” The word reverberated through the alley, igniting a cacophony of shouts and gasps from the onlookers who had rushed to the scene. Their voices swirled with a mix of fear, awe, and accusation, intertwining with the faint scent of damp stone and the distant hum of city life.
Sensing the mounting danger, Cornelia slipped away, melding into the shadows like a ghost. All that remained was the street-rat, now broken and vulnerable, desperately calling out, her voice strained and pleading, “Nu take baby, nu take baby, pwease…”
“Fwuffy not know stweet-wats can make hoomans go ouchies” said Blue, her voice filled with a mixture of curiosity and concern. Her tiny hooves tapped softly on the wooden floor as he shifted in place, The air hung heavy with the scent of burning candles, casting a warm glow upon the room and bathing the scene in a gentle, flickering light..
“The alleyways are so full of death and destruction, only the strongest and most psychotic survive. I feel bad for them” replied Cornelia.
“Is like ogre life too, ogre warriors no longer live in peaceful lands, ogre fight to survive to ‘nother day” said Ygor, his voice, deep and resonant, bore the weight of sorrow.
The crackling fire in the hearth popped and hissed, casting shadows upon the walls, their movements mirroring the flickering emotions of the conversation.
“Well, we don’t have to face that depression anymore… Anyways, let’s eat!” Cornelia offered reassurance, her voice filled with conviction and a sense of determination.
The room seemed to come alive with the aroma of freshly prepared food; as if the very essence of the cast spell carried a tantalizing scent that made the Wendy and Blue’s mouths water. The tables gracefully glided towards them, their wooden legs creaking softly, while the dishes floated gently through the air, releasing a symphony of inviting aromas.
“I cooked meals using a spell the moment you and your fluffy arrived,” said Cornelia, her voice carrying a hint of pride. The room was filled with the tantalizing aromas of the freshly cooked meal. The scents of herbs, spices, and cooked ingredients mingled together in a mouth-watering symphony, infusing the air with the essence of culinary delight.
Ygor's gaze shifted to Cornelia, a newfound admiration gleaming in his eyes. Candlelight filled the room with a warm glow, casting a soft illumination on the scene, while the crackling fire in the hearth provided a comforting backdrop of pops and crackles paired with dancing shadows.
Cornelia's ability to cast multiple spells simultaneously was a testament to her skill and proficiency. Ygor could not help but be impressed by her effortless command over magic. There was a grace and elegance in her gestures, as if the very air around her responded to her every command. Despite the intricacy and complexity of the spells she had cast, there was no trace of fatigue or weariness on Cornelia's face. Her energy remained vibrant and radiant, her eyes sparkling with a sense of fulfilment and contentment. It was as if the act of magic itself invigorated her, filling her with a renewed sense of purpose.
Ygor's massive hand gripped the turkey leg, the savory aroma of roasted meat wafting up to his nose, mingling with the tantalizing scent of herbs and spices.
Amidst the anticipation, Cornelia, Wendy, and Blue bowed their heads in prayer, their hushed voices forming a gentle harmony that resonated through the room. The flickering candlelight cast an ethereal ambiance. The fragrant scent of burning candles intertwined with the aroma of the freshly cooked meal, infusing the air with a sense of reverence and gratitude.
Ygor paused, a deep respect shining in his eyes, as he respectfully placed the turkey leg back onto the plate. The flickering flames illuminated the scene, their golden glow casting a warm and comforting light. The air seemed to hum with a sacred energy, as if the very essence of their gratitude and prayers permeated every corner of the room.
“We pray before meals, we can now eat!” said Cornelia told Ygor when she finished praying.
“For ogres, pray and eating is same thing” replied Ygor.
“I remember,” Cornelia replied.
A touch of nostalgia as memories flooded Cornelia’s mind. She recalled the time spent among the ogres, their solemn devotion to the act of eating. Contrary to human myths, they were meticulous and mindful, making no mess as they communed with their god, Grunferth.
Cornelia delicately lifted a morsel from her plate, savoring the anticipation of the first bite. As she brought the food to her lips, a symphony of sensory delights unfolded within her. The succulent meat yielded to her teeth, releasing a burst of flavors that danced upon her palate. The crisp sound of Ygor's powerful jaws joining the feast resonated alongside the collective enjoyment, harmonizing with the heightened aroma of the meal that enveloped the space in a tantalizing embrace.
As Ygor took the final bite of his turkey leg, his ears pricked up, attuned to the faint but distinct sounds that drifted through the air. The cacophony of rolling wood, stone, and metal reached his senses, causing him to instinctively turn his gaze towards the window, his curiosity piqued.
"What did you hear?" Wendy inquired, her innocent eyes reflecting a touch of confusion.
But before Ygor could respond… KABOOM!!!
An earth-shattering explosion tore through the air, violently rending the walls asunder. The debris-filled chaos revealed a seething mass of enraged villagers, their figures cloaked in heavy rain and darkness. Riding at the forefront were armored knights, their steeds thundering beneath them. Amidst their ranks stood an ominous contraption, an immense rifle-cannon affixed to a sturdy bipod, wisps of smoke curling from its barrel.
The air crackled with a blend of fear and anticipation. The scent of burning gunpowder mingled with the acrid tang of destruction, permeating the atmosphere. Shadows loomed and flickered upon the shattered walls, cast by the flickering torches held by the angry mob.
"Load the slug!" bellowed the commanding voice of the knight leader, his words reverberating through the air like a thunderous declaration of imminent danger. Ygor's heart skipped a beat as the weight of the knight's authority bore down on him, sending a shiver down his spine.
With a sense of urgency, two knights swiftly inserted a sharp metal slag, gleaming like a wicked fang, into the massive barrel of the punt-gun. The weighty clink of metal meeting metal reverberated through the air, accompanied by the subtle hiss of their breaths as they worked diligently. Meanwhile, another knight meticulously poured an entire jar of gunpowder into the giant gun-cannon’s bulky breech, the grains cascading with a soft rustle that hinted imminent danger.
As the thick smoke cleared, the cracked force field revealed Cornelia standing tall, her arm aglow with a radiant aura as she valiantly upheld the shield. The scent of tainted ozone intermingled with the acrid aroma of spent gunpowder, lingering as a testament to the clash of magical forces and weaponry.
"Step out, monster!" the commander's voice boomed, cutting through the tense silence like a thunderclap. "Or you and your friends will taste the fury of two pounds of pure lead, forged stronger than your vile witchcraft!"
Cornelia's brows furrowed in bewilderment. "How did they find us?" she whispered, her voice laced with concern.
"Big, stupid ogres leave big, stupid footsteps!" the knight spat out a response filled with contempt and disdain. His words rang out, a venomous taunt that intensified the looming threat. "That buckshot was only a warning! Now step out, or face the consequences!"
Blue and Wendy, their tiny frames quivering with fear, sought solace behind Cornelia and Ygor, their small hooves instinctively covering their fragile, fluffy heads. Whimpers of trepidation escaped their trembling lips, mingling with the heavy air, adding an undercurrent of vulnerability.
Ygor, his massive form radiating determination, stepped forward, his footsteps reverberating like an earthquake that sent waves of terror rippling through the hearts of the villagers. The ground seemed to tremble beneath him, spreading whispers of fear and uncertainty among those who watched.
“What are you doing?” Cornelia asked, her voice laced with concern and near-panic, questioned Ygor's decision, desperately seeking to understand his intentions in the face of such imminent danger.
“Go find safety! Ygor fight them alone” Ygor proclaimed, his words laced with unwavering bravery.
“Ygow… Bwoo nu wike scawy guns… don’t go” Blue's voice trembled with fear, her eyes pleading for him to reconsider.
Ygor voice softened as he knelt down to her level, his words filled with reassurance. “Ygor had to… must stand up for the little ones… Ygor be strong fo’ Blue” he whispered, his voice a gentle balm amid the chaos.
With a final glance at Cornelia and the trembling foals, Ygor stepped forward, his determination carving a path through the looming danger. The weight of his responsibility settled upon his broad shoulders as he braced himself to confront the impending threat.
Cornelia's eyes locked with Wendy's, a silent understanding passing between them. In that moment, a flicker of determination ignited in Cornelia's gaze, mirroring the resolute nod of the black-fluffed creature. The air crackled with a mix of tension and anticipation, as if the very atmosphere held its breath.
"Bwoo, come wivh Wendy!" Wendy's voice carried a sense of urgency, beckoning Blue to seek refuge deeper within the safety of the cabin. The faint sound of hurried hoof-taps echoed through the wooden floor as the foals scurried away, seeking solace from the impending confrontation.
Cornelia's voice rang out with unwavering conviction, cutting through the charged air. "You don't have to fight alone," she declared, her words infused with a steadfast resolve.
Ygor's eyes stared into Cornelia's, seeking reassurance amidst the mounting peril. His broad shoulders squared with determination as he posed his question, concern etched in his voice. "Are the widdle ones safe?"
A fleeting moment of relief passed over Cornelia's features as she met Ygor's gaze. "Yes," she replied, her voice a steadying anchor in the midst of chaos.
“Last chance monster! My patience has ended!!!” The commander’s final warning reverberated through the air, a surge of adrenaline coursed through Ygor's veins. With each heavy footfall, the commander's armor resonated, the clinking sound echoing the weight of the impending clash. The ground itself seemed to tremble, mirroring the intensity that hung heavy in the air.
With one last determined glance back at Cornelia, Ygor stepped forward, his footsteps leaving an indelible impression upon the soil, each stride a testament to his bravery and the impending struggle that awaited.
"You've made a grave mistake, knight..." Cornelia's voice reverberated with seething rage, her words slicing through the tense air like a sharpened blade.
“We’re not leaving without your corpses, monsters!!!” bellowed the commander, his voice laced with venomous determination.
“I’m a forest witch, and you have entered my domain… LEAVE. MY. HOME!!!” Cornelia demanded as her eyes glowed with magic rage. The air crackled with an electric energy, a palpable tension that hung heavy amidst the looming clash of opposing forces.
The commander's signal sliced through the charged stormy atmosphere, setting the massive punt-gun's sights squarely on Ygor, while the villagers tightened their grips on their spears, preparing for the impending clash., while the villagers tightened their grips on their spears, ready for the impending assault.
SWISH!!!
A floating bubble of shimmering green liquid burst forth from the depths of the cabin, hurtling towards the commander with astonishing speed. The commander's reflexes kicked in, evading the peculiar water just moments before it could make contact.
SPLASH!!!
The strange substance that once healed Blue drenched the gunner’s hapless body. Anguished screams tore through the air, echoing with torment and despair, as the gunner’s flesh withered and decayed, leaving behind a grotesque skeletal figure that sent shivers of terror coursing through the hearts of the villagers. The unsettling transformation gripped them. The sight of this macabre spectacle fueled their fear and deepened their animosity, fanning the flames of their hatred towards the forest witch and her allies.
A momentary hush settled upon the battleground, shattered by the commander's malevolent grin. From the depths of the forest, more guns emerged, revealing a hidden arsenal of lethal force.
“Did you seriously think we only brought one gun?” The commander sneered, his words laced with derision and arrogance.
Yet, Ygor and Cornelia stood firm, their resolve unyielding amidst the encroaching danger. With a single swift gesture, the commander's hand unleashed a swift resounding gesture that sliced through misty powder-laced air.
“FIRE!!!”

So, my brother has a history of cheating on his long term girlfriend of 5 years. When my other brother, the cheating brother, and my cousin lived together, he would have girls over at night on multiple occasions. I think they ended up working it out, not sure.
When I did my travel assignment last year, Sept - Dec., I asked my brother to check in my apartment occasionally b/c he lived up the street. I also had a blink camera on my door and another camera watching the living room. He invited some girl over, I believe 2 or 3 times. I’m an idiot for not confronting him about it, especially since I felt he betrayed my trust, and I was disgusted, and confused. Still kinda processing that. Also deleted the clips so not sure if that’ll be worth mentioning to him, still.
Most recently, my brother’s coworker sends him a message that she matched with the cheating brother on facebook’s new dating feature. He hasn’t told him about it yet. Only told his wife, and his wife told me yesterday.
I was considering having a sibling meeting with him. Whatever happens, idc. It may put a strain on our sibling relationship, but we gotta hold him accountable. At the end of the day, he’s the cheater and is making that choice, repeatedly. And his GF is the sweetest, intelligent, a bit assertive and reactive, but deserves so much better than him. And then it’s the fact that her parents spoke so highly of him at his grad dinner last summer. I’d hate to see them get engaged knowing he’s being unfaithful.
If y’all have any other recommendations on how to confront him, let me know! I’ve been going to therapy and we’re working how to communicate more and speak openly on how I feel. This will be great practice, I’m sure lol

Is it necessary for Muslim men to sit down when using the bathroom
On my first trip to a mosque, I put on the slippers that were in the dry bathroom, I used the restroom, washed my hands and I left. Nothing more. Later I went to the bathroom again and the floor was wet, as was the entire toilet seating area (under the seat you sit on). Someone sprayed it all down with the badet it seems. I thought the badet was for really using the bathroom, or for the women. Is it normal practice to spray down the restroom for the men after they pee in the mosque?
Must I recite the prayers out loud? I notice when I went to a mosque (only once) the imam(?) said it out loud, but the other brothers praying did it at their own speed and quietly. Is this different when you are in a home alone? What if Im using an application like Namaz to follow along? If im supposed to say them out loud while home alone, but im using an app to follow along while I learn the prayers, do I still say it out loud, or do I say it quietly since the app is leading prayer in a way?
How late can I say prayer? Lets say that Fajr is at 4:28am today and I wake up at 6am. Is it wrong to pray fajr? someone told me you cant pray during sunrise. Is this the same as 'golden hour'? if so, as long as i pray before or after golden hour can I still pray Fajr as long as I do so before its time for Dhuhr?

My mother never let me “ruin anything” in the house. I couldn’t sit on certain couches. Couldn’t move the throw blanket. And she made me and all my siblings share a bathroom towel
Because my mom didn’t wanna deal with cleaning up the bed in the morning, or messes, she made me eat and sleep on the floor for years.
My back still hurts and is sore.
When she’d get stressed and angry, she’d throw food at my brother and I on the floor. We’d often eat on the staircase step because it was right outside the kitchen.

We have to talk about Cristina Bergua.
Her case still remains open till this day.
Cornellá, Spain.
The last time her parents, Luisa and Juan, saw her she was sitting on her brothers' bed trying to play his guitar. Her mother asked her "aren't you going out?". She replied "Yes I am waiting for you to leave so I can get ready". Her parents went for a walk. She left with 2000 pesetas and her ID.
After 10 PM her parents started to worry as she hadn't come back yet. According to them she was very responsible and wouldn't disappear for that long. She would phone her parents to let them know where she was. As this was strange, her parents phoned her friends and they told Cristina's parents that she went to break up with her then boyfriend Javier Román.
Half an hour later Juan went to the police to file a missing person's report. They didn't accept the report until some hours later as the Spanish protocol didn't allow it. After he came back from the station, his wife, son and himself started looking for her through the town. They yelled her name many times and ran up and down the same streets in the hopes to find her. The following days they spent about 3 million pesetas (18000€) in printing posters with her picture and disappearance notice on it. Her face was around the whole of Spain. Her disappearance was all over the national news and many tv programs. Every one made an effort to find her, except for one person, Javier Román.
The man admitted during the trial that he had been with Cristina that evening, but he had accompanied her to the door of the building where she lived. Then he went to have dinner with his uncle and aunt.
Luisa recalls that they were always on and off. They were not stable and she never really wanted a relationship with him. She wanted to be independent and buy her own house with her own money. Her dream was to be a flight attendant. He was her first boyfriend. Luisa did not agree with Javier's way of life in general. He had many "weird" tattoos and no aspirations as to the future. She saw her daughter as a more mature and independent person that didn't really match with him. He was also older than her.
On the night of her disappearance, Cristina's brother went 2 times up to Javier's door to ask for her sister. But he said in both occasions that he didn't know where she was, that he had left her at the door of the building where they lived. He never worried about her and never joined the family in the search.
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The start of the investigation
As the investigations started, Javier Román immediately became a suspect. He was the last one to see her. He tried to divert the attention and called his investigation a stupidity. He claimed that she had escaped voluntarily and would come back when she was 18. Or that's what she had told him.
Investigators did not believe his allegations. The family had money in their home as Cristina's brother was going to buy a flat. They said that if she wanted to escape she would have taken some of the money as she knew it was there. She would have also taken more things but she only disappeared with a little amount of money, her ID and keys. Her mother claimed that those things would not take her anywhere.
They interviewed Javier in several occasions but he always maintained the same version of events and the same expression. He was cold and direct. They searched up to 3km of a sewer that was beneath his house but did not find anything. They also investigated many phone calls he made before, during and after her disappearance but there was nothing related to the case. They never stopped investigating him but they didn't have enough proof to actually sentence him for her disappearance.
As he was being chased by many people he decided to leave the country and travel to Santo Domingo. Meanwhile, Cristina's mother was constantly awaiting any sort of calls or news about her daughter standing permanently next to the phone.
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The last 25 years
During the last years Juan and Luisa have lived all kinds of things.
Many people have called claiming they were Cristina and that she was kidnapped. Or asking for money in exchange of her daughter. Others called to inform them that they had seen Cristina in a theme park or retained inside a brothel. Nothing was real.
What really hit them was the anonymous letter her parents received that stated that her body was inside a dump in Barcelona. This drove the police to search for her corpse in the landfill, but nothing was found.
Till today the case remains open. Nothing has yet been found. Where is Cristina?
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Links:
https://www.elsaltodiario.com/violencia-machista/desaparicion-cristina-bergua-un-cuarto-de-siglo-sin-pitu
https://www.larazon.es/cataluna/20220309/5hzusogmabendj5iahmv3xgljm.html
https://cronicaglobal.elespanol.com/vida/20220310/cornella-llobregat-dedica-espacio-cristina-bergua-desaparecida/656184461_0.html

The thought of her being with someone else is driving me insane, but at the same time it was the right decision to break up. It is so fucking frustrating!
She was my main emotional support, almost all of my happiness & my closest friend. I'm so angry at myself for letting myself rely on her so much when there was so much uncertainty surrounding our relationship. I just thought I got strong enough to deal with it.
There was a time in the relationship when she said that if we fall in love she'll stay in Melbourne. There was a time when she was applying to jobs in Melbourne as a reason to stay, she was definitely looking at staying & I clung to that. We even briefly talked about doing some travelling together. It made it harder when she left. I do feel like I've been messed around a bit & I turned into an inconvenience to her. She knew how much I wanted her to stay, even though I never asked her to. She said it felt like there was a lot of pressure on her, which I do understand. She never meant to fall in love either. But I feel we could have come up with some kind of plan, but she couldn't. She is just kind of winging it.
I understand she was following her dreams & I do truly hope she has a lovely time, but it just felt like I was not being considered in any future plans. There was absolutely no certainty in any aspect of the relationship outside of us being in love.
We started as housemates & kissed about a week in, I knew I was going to fall for her as soon as I went back into my room. The next day I realised how messy the situation would be: were housemates so the fallout could be terrible, her brother is also living with us, she is planning on leaving, I have doubts of how I'll handle heartbreak etc. So I tried to call it off, she convinced me that it was a good idea so we continued.
Then, and this is where I really mess up, a few weeks later the fears come back. After spending every single night together in the same bed I think I'm starting to fall in love with her & I tell her this is a bad idea and I can't to it. She kicks me out of bed & I go for a walk. I realise that I've made a mistake & that I don't care if it's going to hurt, that I do love her & have not stopped thinking about her since that first kiss. I plead my case & she took me back that night, obviously still a bit upset with me.
The next four months spent living with her have been the best of my life. Romantic weekends away, going out together, cooking & cleaning up together, sleeping together, doing almost everything together. I can confidently say that I was a lovely boyfriend in this time, I would regularly buy her flowers, gifts, send her poetry and let her know how much special she is to me. She was equally as wonderfully lovely too, I had never experienced love like she gave me.
Then I'm at work & I get a text saying work approved of her transfer. We had talked about this & in my mind I knew it was coming but my heart still believed she would stay. This brought up a lot of abandonment issues & I took them out on her. I was moody, visibly upset that she was leaving & distant. That said, I did find out my little sister has just tried to kill herself in this time so there was probably a bit of that going on too. But this all just made her feel extra pressure, something she did tell me she struggles with. I do wish I could have kept it together for her.
After I found out she was going I asked our friend to convince me not to break up with her as I couldn't see how we would work with all of the uncertainties. She had no plan of her travels, and was completely honest about not being able to give me any kind of certainty for the indefinite future. He said he couldn't see the romance in it & that it was the right thing to do. I didn't accept that & called up my little sister, she said the same thing and then told me shes in hospital. During the next few days I am a bad boyfriend: cold, distant and moody. I felt so guilty about thinking about breaking up with her, some of the childhood issues resurface, little sister & I don't cope. I finally find a friend who has been in a long distance relationship, giving me hope & I use that. I tell my girlfriend in bed that I was thinking about breaking up with her & she's furious, she's angry at me for how I treated her during this time & says she feels insecure in the relationship. I do my best to make it up to her, show up at her work with a rose, even tell her some details of my mother leaving when I was a kid in hopes for her to understand why I'm struggling. We make up, have a nice few days & then she leaves.
3 weeks of long distance were tough. I'm clingy and she's busy. We have small arguments, she feels pressured by me. Her reception is problematic, stressed with the travels, living situation, work etc. We barely talk. We call maybe 5 times in this time period, all requiring my to stay up until 12-4am for a 10 minute phone call. She's tired from all the stress. This all makes me feel very insecure in the relationship & I tell her how I feel and ask her to please send me a picture of her every day & let's try and organise a time we can call eachother. She doesn't send a picture more often than she does & she can't help organise a time to call. This eventually leads to me asking her to promise me that she's not going to break up with me when I next see her, which is in a short time. I had organised a flight to see my sister once she was out of hospital & my gf was also in the same area. When I ask her to promise me she freaks, saying how much pressure she feels. When I tell her I'm coming soon she freaks, saying she doesn't need someone following her around Australia- I tell her that broke my heart & have to explain that I'm going over for my suicidal sibling, and I do hope to see her too.
She stays with me when I fly over at my childhood home, we have a decent few days but I can't help be angry with her. I'm overwhelmed with being back at home again, worried about my little sister & frustrated with myself & her with how the last month has unfolded. I give some stupid input into her relationship with her brother which wasn't my business & comes off as snobby. She's angry again & we have a bad day. We go out that night & I snap at her while drunk, we raise our voices a bit & don't talk much for the next hour. Hours up & I sit down to apologise, saying how stressful this all is for me & then I misunderstand what she says- I thought she was taking the piss about how I can't look after my siblings. I storm off & leave her & her 24yo brother in town on their own, requiring them to get a taxi back to my place. She explains that I took her words incorrectly & I try to apologise as much as possible. Next few days are bad & I decide that this isn't working, that we are barely in a relationship & that won't change for the indefinite future. That I'm at a point in my life where I need to focus on myself & that this isn't fair on either of us. I once again try to get some kind of certainty of when I'll see her again and she can't give me one, saying she now wants to live in as many countries as she can before 30 & that she can't promise she'll be in the country at the end of the year. I tell her I can't do this anymore. We end amicably, have a reasonably nice last few days & she provides hope for the future.
We continue to text as regularly as the 3 weeks apart & I have a bad day a week and a half in. I make a Reddit post listing all of the bad things I did in the relationship, saying how I regret breaking up & then I beg her to take me back over text. She has none of it, reminding me that I've broken us up so many times before & that I can't act like this. I'm still acting clingy to this day, I just can't find a way to deal with this. A lot of my childhood stuff has come back during this time & it's tough.
I just don't know how to deal with this. Has anyone been in a similar situation? Any opinions of how I handled it?
TLDR: struggling to deal with heartbreak of a 5 month relationship & need some input into what could have done differently, thanks xxx

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Here is a list of June events. There is also an annual calender if you want to plan ahead https://www.reddit.com/FargoMusicScene/comments/mxp7p2/fargo_moorhead_entertainment_calenda
JUNE 2023
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Race the Red Canoe & Kayak Race
June 5
Dike East Park
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Music at Broadway Square - DAN BREKKE
Tues June 6
7-9 PM, free, band TBA
Broadway Square Downtown
https://www.fargoparks.com/broadway-square/events-and-deadlines/music-square
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Open Mic Comedy
June 6
Boss Comedy Club
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Michael Franti & Spearhead
June 7th
Outdoors @ Fargo Brewing
https://jadepresents.com/event/2023-michael-franti-fargo/
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Wavves
June 7th
The Hall@ Fargo Brewing
https://jadepresents.com/event/2023-wavves-fargo/
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Open Mic Comedy
June 7
Cellar Comedy Club / Frontstreet
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RIB FEST
June 7-10
Fargodome Outdoors
JUNE 7 - Parmalee
June 8 - DIAMOND RIO
JUNE 9 - FUEL
June 10 - Lit
https://www.happyharrysribfest.com/
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The Queers & Teenage Bottlerocket With Tightwire
June 8th
The Hall
https://jadepresents.com/event/2023-the-queers-teenage-bottlerocket-fargo/
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Live & Local Patio Series Feat. Matty J & Friends
June 8th
Fargo Brewing
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Pride Dance Party
June 9th
Aquarium
https://m.facebook.com/events/763587571974921/
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Post Traumatic Funk Syndrome’s Tribute To Soul Train
June 9th
OUTDOORS @ Fargo Brewing
https://jadepresents.com/event/2023-post-traumatic-funk-syndrome-fargo/
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Midwest Kid Fest
June 9
Island Park
https://www.fargoparks.com/events-and-deadlines/midwest-kid-fest
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Rig Time, Fury in Few, Baltic to Boardwalk, and Falling in a Dream
Harolds on Main Moorhead
https://fargounderground.com/event/rig-time-fury-in-few-baltic-to-boardwalk-and-falling-in-a-dream-at-harolds/
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Chris Higgins & Paula Kosienski (comedy)
June 9 & 10
Frontstreet / Cellar Comedy Club
https://www.frontstreettaproom.com/comedyinthecellar
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Born this way DRAG SHOW
JUNE 10
FARGO VFW POST 762
https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=pfbid027NBZvUJ4mtw8KxBw1aPECjx2nPHE4u5714sbgAmz3jGSZPMYtiTk64SAYSYhC4EHl&id=100068309594464
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The Final Destination: Bonanzaville- A Murder Mystery
June 10
Bonanzaville
https://fargounderground.com/event/the-final-destination-bonanzaville-a-murder-mystery-2/
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Marcus King
June 11
Fargo Brewing OUTDOORS
https://jadepresents.com/event/2023-marcus-king-fargo/
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Gaming Days
Sun June 11th
Broadway Square
https://www.fargoparks.com/broadway-square/events-and-deadlines/gaming-days
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Brewhalla Makers Market
June 11
Brewhalla
https://fargounderground.com/event/brewhalla-makers-market/
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FACS w/ Disappear Forever
June 13
Harolds on Main
https://fargounderground.com/event/facs-w-disappear-foreve
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Open Mic Comedy
June 13
Boss Conedy Club
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River Paddling Excursion: Birds of the Red
June 14th
https://www.fargomoorhead.org/event/river-paddling-excursion-birds-of-the-red-2/
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Wednesday Music Series: Tail Light Rebellion
June 14
Dempseys
https://fargounderground.com/event/wednesday-music-series-tail-light-rebellion/
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Movies at The Square: Super Hero Series - The Green Hornet
Thurs June 15, 7-9 pm
Broadway Square
https://www.fargoparks.com/broadway-square/events-and-deadlines/movies-square-super-hero-series
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Live & Local Patio Series Feat. Dan Christianson & Warren Christensen
June 15
Fargo Brewing
https://jadepresents.com/event/2023-dan-christianson-warren-christensen-fbc-patio-fargo/
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Live Music on the Sidestreet Patio with Rick Adams
June 15
Sidestreet Grilp
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West Fargo Cruise Night
June 15
POW MIA Plaza
https://fargounderground.com/event/cruise-night/
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Summer Patio Series: Matty J
June 15
701
https://fargounderground.com/event/summer-patio-series-matty-j/
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Fargo/Moorhead LGBTQ+ Inclusion Night
June 15
Front Street Taproom
https://fargounderground.com/event/fargo-moorhead-lgbtq-inclusion-night-2/2023-06-15/
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Hemlock With Shotgun Facelift And Baltic To Boardwalk
June 16
Fargo Brewing / The Hall
https://jadepresents.com/event/2023-hemlock-fargo/
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4th Annual FM Juneteenth Celebration
June 17th
Renissance Hall 68 Broadway S, Ste 100, Fargo, ND 58103
https://m.facebook.com/events/1599061560568481/
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Dia Del Taco Fest
June 17
Fargo Brewing
https://jadepresents.com/event/2023-dia-del-taco-fest-fargo/
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West Fargo Street Fair
June 17
https://fargounderground.com/event/west-fargo-street-fair-2023/
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Pam Tillis (Acoustic)
June 17
Fargo Theatre
https://tickets300.com/event/2023-pam-tillis-fargo/
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ZX Media presents: Down for the Night
June 17
Aquarium
https://aquariumfargo.com/event/zx-media-presents-down-for-the-night/
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T-Rell
June 17
Tak
https://www.takmusicvenue.com/events
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Liturgy & BigBrave
June 18
Aquarium
https://aquariumfargo.com/event/liturgy-bigbrave/
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Race the Red Canoe & Kayak Race SPORTS-OUTDOORS
June 19
Dike East
https://www.fargomoorhead.org/event/race-the-red-canoe-kayak-race-2/
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Bob Log III Returns! w/ Les Dirty Frenchmen, Freddy Glove and Big Hank
June 20
Aquarium
https://aquariumfargo.com/event/bob-log-iii-returns-w-les-dirty-frenchmen-freddy-glove-and-big-hank/
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Music at Broadway Square - Kathie Brekke & The 42nd Street Band
Tues June 20
7-9 PM, free, band TBA
Broadway Square Downtown
https://www.fargoparks.com/broadway-square/events-and-deadlines/music-square
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Timber Creek Block Party
June 20th
Kingpinz
https://kingpinz.com/
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Open Mic Comedy
June 20
Boss Comedy
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Open Mic Comedy in the Ceae
June 21
Cellar Comedy Club / Frontstreet
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MAT KEARNEY
June 22
Fargo Theatre
https://tickets300.com/event/2023-mat-kearney-fargo/
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FOLKWAYS' NIGHT BAZAAR CIRCUS
Thurs, June 22
6-10 pm
Broadway Square
https://www.facebook.com/events/3327156660876587
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FM Kicks Band Summer Park Concert ENTERTAINMENT (jazz)
June 22
Gooseberry Park
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Night Moves
June 23
Aquarium
https://aquariumfargo.com/event/night-moves/
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Comedy in the Cellar
Minneapolis Showcase
June 23 & 24
https://www.frontstreettaproom.com/comedyinthecellar
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Scandinavian Festival
Hjemkomst Center
June 23-24
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Gov’t Mule With The Knotties
June 24
Fargo Brewing Outdoors
www.jadepresents.com
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“How I Show My Pride” LGBQT+ Pride Month Drag Show
June 24th
Aquarium
https://aquariumfargo.com/event/how-i-show-my-pride-lgbqt-pride-month-drag-show/
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Steve Hofstetter
June 25
The Hall
https://jadepresents.com/event/2023-steve-hofstetter-fargo/
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Open Mic Comedy
June 27
Boss Comedy
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Movies at The Square: Super Hero Series - Eternals
Thurs June 29th 7-9 pm
Broadway Square
https://www.fargoparks.com/broadway-square/events-and-deadlines/movies-square-super-hero-series
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Mason Jennings
June 30
The Hall @ Fargo Brewing
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I just want to go on a small rant here.
Last night I get home from work at 11pm, I have a shower then I load up some Diablo 4. I see a few hour long video uploaded by destiny, featuring Mel battling some redpill idiots. Sounds good right?
There I am, mid way through a boss fight. Then this dumb fuck starts going about how people leaving abusive relationships are weak ass quitters and everyone just quits everything and they need to stick it out.
This triggered me off the planet, it might be one of the stupidest things I’ve ever heard anyone say. I alt tab out of my boss fight, I don’t stop the video I close the whole fucking chrome application and fucking wonder how in the fuck I am the same entity as that idiot.
I can’t actually tell what the bloody hell this red pill shit is, I’m start to assume it’s giving the worst fucking possible advise out to dudes to try to get them single forever so they can make them more desperate and fork out more cash for more advise or something. I just don’t get it.
I don’t think ever heard them about how to communicate with women which to the shock of no one is most likely the most sure fire way to finding a partner. Instead they try to get them trapped in a never ending loop of finding the most superficial women in the world to churn and burn through.
I just wanted to get that shit out of my head because I hate all these red pill dumb fucks

So I was reading that Actress Beanie Feldstein got married to her now wife over the past week. Afterwards, I also read that her brother, Actor Jonah Hill, was not present at the wedding because his partner was giving birth to their child. I was just thinking this has elements that would make a classic trope filled AITA post, with the fantastic timing of the two events, as well as a same sex marriage to boot.
Any other recent examples of Celebrity news that could win an AITA bingo ? I was also thinking of something I saw about Tina Turner cutting off her adult children from her multi million dollar estate that would get the fiction writers on that sub something to work with.

I am currently working on automating the creation of a shift schedule for a project. I want to hand over my code a list of 0 or 1, and whenever the list contains a 1 at a specific point a squres (indicator for shift) appears. So far so good. It already works like a charm but one thing doesnt work as i want it to work. Whenever i have two doctors working the same shift, i.e. both or all three have a 1 at the same place in the list, only one square is displayed (always the latter one). How do i need the code in order to do this: Whenever there is more than one shift, i.e. two or three, i want the code to display the additional square on top of each other. Lets say, the lists look like this: doctor1 = [0,1,0,...] doctor2 = [0,1,1,...] doctor2 = [1,1,0,...] This implies that all three work shift two on day 1. Now i want that the first squares has the coordinates (see code below) (1.4, 0), the one for doctor 2 (1.4, 1) and for doctor three (1.4, 3). Another example: doctor1 = [0,0,0,...] doctor2 = [0,1,1,...] doctor2 = [1,1,0,...] Now doctor 2 should have the coordinates (1.4, 0) and doctor 3 (1.4, 1). For the last example: doctor1 = [0,1,0,...] doctor2 = [0,1,1,...] doctor2 = [1,0,0,...] Doctor 1 should have the coordinates (1.4, 0) and doctor 3 (1.4, 1). How would i achieve that? This is my code: import matplotlib.pyplot as plt from matplotlib.patches import Rectangle, Patch import numpy as np import matplotlib.lines as mlines fig = plt.figure(figsize=(12, 8)) # Plot ax = fig.add_subplot(111) ax.axis("off") # Lists changes = [4, 2, 3] doctor_1 = [0, 0, 0, 0, 1, 0, 0, 0, 1, 0, 1, 0, 0, 1, 1, 0, 1, 0, 0, 1, 0, 0, 1, 0, 0, 1, 0, 0, 1, 0, 0, 1, 0, 0, 1, 0, 0, 1, 0, 0, 1, 0] doctor_2 = [0, 0, 0, 0, 1, 0, 0, 0, 1, 0, 1, 1, 0, 1, 0, 0, 1, 0, 1, 1, 0, 0, 1, 0, 0, 1, 0, 0, 0, 0, 1, 1, 0, 0, 1, 0, 0, 1, 0, 0, 1, 0] doctor_3 = [0, 1, 0, 0, 1, 0, 1, 0, 0, 0, 1, 1, 0, 1, 0, 0, 1, 0, 0, 1, 0, 0, 0, 1, 0, 1, 0, 0, 1, 1, 0, 1, 0, 0, 1, 0, 0, 1, 0, 0, 1, 0] # Coordinats positions = [(0.3, 0), (1.4, 0), (2.5, 0), (3.7, 0), (4.8, 0), (5.9, 0), (7.1, 0), (8.2, 0), (9.3, 0), (10.5, 0), (11.6, 0), (12.7, 0), (13.9, 0), (15, 0), (16.1, 0), (17.3, 0), (18.4, 0), (19.5, 0), (20.7, 0), (21.8, 0), (22.9, 0), (24.1, 0), (25.2, 0), (26.3, 0), (0.3, -3.5), (1.4, -3.5),(2.5, -3.5), (3.7, -3.5), (4.8, -3.5), (5.9, -3.5), (7.1, -3.5), (8.2, -3.5), (9.3, -3.5), (10.5, -3.5), (11.6, -3.5), (12.7, -3.5), (13.9, -3.5), (15, -3.5), (16.1, -3.5), (17.4, -3.5), (18.4, -3.5), (19.5, -3.5)] # Colors colors = ['teal', 'orange', 'violet'] fig = plt.figure(figsize=(12, 8)) ax = fig.add_subplot(111) ax.axis("off") # Plot for day in range(14): for shift in range(3): index = day * 3 + shift if doctor_1[index] == 1: ax.add_patch(Rectangle(positions[index], 1, 1, facecolor=colors[0], edgecolor="black")) if doctor_2[index] == 1: ax.add_patch(Rectangle(positions[index], 1, 1, facecolor=colors[1], edgecolor="black")) if doctor_3[index] == 1: ax.add_patch(Rectangle(positions[index], 1, 1, facecolor=colors[2], edgecolor="black")) # Legend ax.arrow(0, 0, 28.5, 0, length_includes_head=False) ax.plot([0, 28.5], [0, 0], 'k-', linewidth=1) # X-Achse ax.arrow(0, -3.5, 21.7, 0, length_includes_head=True, head_width=0.5, head_length=0.5) ax.plot([0, 21.7], [-3.5, -3.5], 'k-', linewidth=1) # X-Achse # Plot 1 # Day 1 ax.plot([0.2, 0.2], [-0.5, 1.5], 'k-') ax.plot([3.6, 3.6], [-0.5, 1.5], 'k-') ax.text(1.9, -0.8, "Day 1", weight="bold", ha="center") # Day 2 ax.plot([7, 7], [-0.5, 1.5], 'k-') ax.text(5.3, -0.8, "Day 2", weight="bold", ha="center") # Day 3 ax.plot([10.4, 10.4], [-0.5, 1.5], 'k-') ax.text(8.7, -0.8, "Day 3", weight="bold", ha="center") # Day 4 ax.plot([13.8, 13.8], [-0.5, 1.5], 'k-') ax.text(12.1, -0.8, "Day 4", weight="bold", ha="center") # Day 5 ax.plot([17.2, 17.2], [-0.5, 1.5], 'k-') ax.text(15.5, -0.8, "Day 5", weight="bold", ha="center") # Day 6 ax.plot([20.6, 20.6], [-0.5, 1.5], 'k-') ax.text(18.9, -0.8, "Day 6", weight="bold", ha="center") # Day 7 ax.plot([24, 24], [-0.5, 1.5], 'k-') ax.text(22.3, -0.8, "Day 7", weight="bold", ha="center") # Day 8 ax.plot([27.4, 27.4], [-0.5, 1.5], 'k-') ax.text(25.7, -0.8, "Day 8", weight="bold", ha="center") # Day 9 ax.plot([0.2, 0.2], [-4, -2], 'k-') ax.plot([3.6, 3.6], [-4, -2], 'k-') ax.text(1.9, -4.3, "Day 9", weight="bold", ha="center") # Day 10 ax.plot([7, 7], [-4, -2], 'k-') ax.text(5.3, -4.3, "Day 10", weight="bold", ha="center") # Day 11 ax.plot([10.4, 10.4], [-4, -2], 'k-') ax.text(8.7, -4.3, "Day 11", weight="bold", ha="center") # Day 12 ax.plot([13.8, 13.8], [-4, -2], 'k-') ax.text(12.1, -4.3, "Day 12", weight="bold", ha="center") # Day 13 ax.plot([17.2, 17.2], [-4, -2], 'k-') ax.text(15.5, -4.3, "Day 13", weight="bold", ha="center") # Day 14 ax.plot([20.6, 20.6], [-4, -2], 'k-') ax.text(18.9, -4.3, "Day 14", weight="bold", ha="center") ax.arrow(0, 0, 28.5, 0, length_includes_head=False) ax.plot([0, 28.5], [0, 0], 'k-', linewidth=1) # X-axis line ax.arrow(0, -3.5, 21.7, 0, length_includes_head=True, head_width=0.5, head_length=0.5) ax.plot([0, 21.7], [-3.5, -3.5], 'k-', linewidth=1) # X-axis line # Legende legend_elements = [ Patch(facecolor="teal", edgecolor="black", hatch="//", label="Worker 1"), Patch(facecolor="orange", edgecolor="black", hatch="", label="Worker 2"), Patch(facecolor="violet", edgecolor="black", hatch="...", label="Worker 3"), Patch(facecolor="grey", edgecolor="black", hatch="\\\\", label="Overstaffing"), Patch(facecolor="red", edgecolor="black", hatch="///", label="Understaffing"), Patch(facecolor="black", edgecolor="black", hatch="+++", label="Performance decrease"), ] # Text "Shift Changes" ax.text(25, -2.2, "Shift Changes", weight="bold", ha="center", va="center", fontsize=12) ax.text(24, -3.3, "3", color="teal", weight="bold", ha="center", va="center", fontsize=12) ax.text(25, -3.3, "2", color="orange", weight="bold", ha="center", va="center", fontsize=12) ax.text(26, -3.3, "2", color="violet", weight="bold", ha="center", va="center", fontsize=12) box_positions = [(24, -3.2), (25, -3.2), (26, -3.2)] colors = ['teal', 'orange', 'violet'] for i, change in enumerate(changes): ax.add_patch(Rectangle((box_positions[i][0] - 0.5, box_positions[i][1] - 0.5), 1, 1, facecolor=colors[i])) ax.text(box_positions[i][0], box_positions[i][1], str(change), color="black", weight="bold", ha="center", va="center", fontsize=12) rect = Rectangle((25.5, -8.5), 3, 3, fill=False, linestyle='dashed', linewidth=1.5) ax.add_patch(rect) line_coords = [(25.5, -8.5), (28.5, -8.5), (28.5, -5.5), (25.5, -5.5), (25.5, -8.5)] line = mlines.Line2D(*zip(*line_coords), color='black', linestyle='dashed', linewidth=1.5) ax.add_line(line) ax.legend(handles=legend_elements, loc="upper center", bbox_to_anchor=(0.5, 1.4), ncol=3, fancybox=True) plt.axis('scaled') plt.ylim(-5, 2) plt.show()