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2023.03.21 08:09 CalebTGordan [UPDATE] The After MOASS Rules

An Update

About a year ago I posted what I thought would be a little noticed but helpful set of rules for post-MOASS. It blew up and became frequently linked to alongside other post-MOASS DDs. Because of the attention it got I have been wanting to do an update for a while now, but have always put it off because it just didn't feel close enough to MOASS.
Well, it feels pretty darn close now.
What you will find here are two new rules and updated writing on existing rules. I have expanded, edited, and changed each rule to provide a little more to think about and consider.

The Rules

Rule 1: Keep Your Fk’n Mouth Shut. The biggest threat to your well being will be determined by who you tell and how many people know. There are ways to spend tons of money and not let people know you have it. Don’t let the left hand know what the right hand is doing. Don't call your mom because they will spill the beans to the family in a Facebook post. Tell no one you are an ape, that you made an investment, and that the investment had an infinite return.
There are reasons why murder and suicide rates are higher for anyone who has a sudden, large monetary windfall. Most of those reason have to do with them running their mouths and advertising to the world they now have money. People claiming to be cousins you didn't even know will show up. Friends you thought you knew would be chill will be hounding you about how you owe them. Its enough to drive people to take a life.
You will eventually break this rule, but do what you can to get through at least Rule 6 before you do. That will protect you and keep you safe, as well as help you get into the right mindset about your wealth. Once you reach that point, you will be keeping your mouth shut on how much money you have but will have a plan of action for how to talk about what you are doing with it.
Rule 2: Get Off Social Media This is practically Rule 1 again, but its going to save you so much stress during this whole process. The first thing it will eliminate is any temptation to break Rule 1 and brag about what you now have. The second thing it will eliminate is all the private messages, direct messages, and wall posts that will flood in from people who even suspect that your an ape who just made it big. It will also make you more zen and less likely to come across FUD. Lastly, it will prevent any business, scam artist, corporation, hedge fund, or government from having any of the information that can be gathered, analyzed, and sold through those platforms.
Don't just delete the apps, nuke your accounts. It will quiet your life, give you space to think, and remove you from influences that could end up leading you astray. If people want to contact you they will now have barriers in their way that you have full control over. You might find that its time to change phone numbers and prune your contacts list, but for most people that's going to be a drastic measure.
But where are you going to get the sweet post-MOASS memes and DD? Don't worry, they will all be here on the internet once you have set yourself up and the dust is settled. This isn't a forever rule unless you want it to be one, just give it a few months and focus on yourself without the distractions.
Rule 3: Don’t Buy The Lambo (YET). Pay Your Taxes. The taxman will take everything if you don’t give him his piece. Set the money aside, pull out what is only needed to survive for a month, pay off some debts, and just breathe. If you need to and haven't already you can build a dream wall of all the things you want to purchase. Be patient and work on being zen because at this point nothing but your own actions will ruin it for you.
Maybe the best thing you could do at this point is to keep your wealth from being easily accessible until you have followed Rule 5. You can't spend it if you can't access it. I don't know how to do that, so I'll leave that to another ape to explain it.
This rule is just as much of a step as it is a rule, and like the two before it will probably be broken or bent after you have followed Rule 5. During this time, start preparing everything you need to file the appropriate taxes and work with your future team. Rule 4 will help with this. I also recommend looking up driving schools that will give you the knowledge and experience you need to handle a Lambo, because I foresee a few apes ending their lives early when they find out just out much they were unprepared for the power super cars have.
Rule 4: Review The DD. Easy one, and one you should be following Pre-MOASS. Here's a list of DD you could start with.
File A 13H After (Reddit Link) (Archive Link)
MOASS Preparation Guide (Reddit Link) (Archive Link)
MOASS Preparation Guide 2 (Reddit Link) (Archive Link)
Post-MOASS: An In-Depth Examination of Financial Advisors, Tax Attorneys, Certified Public Accountants, & Wills (Reddit Link) (Archive Link)
Attorneys and You: A Guide to the Newly Rich (Reddit Link) (Archive Link)
Planning on philanthropy after MOASS? (Reddit Link) (Archive Link)
Rule 5: Build The Team That Will Lift You Up. Get an accountant, a tax lawyer, an estate lawyer, and fiduciary financial advisor. Don’t go with any old joe. Find people who already work with successful millionaires. Look for big firms. Look for people who are complete strangers but have the reputation of trust. A few of the linked DD above will help you figure out the specifics.
I don't really have more to say on this rule except that it is vitally important to do. This team is for your protection. Protection from other people, and more importantly protection from yourself. Go in with questions, everything you will need to hand over to them so they can do their jobs, and a plan of action that they can guide you on.
I also plan on building a secondary team of people that I can delegate tasks to, but that is probably six months to a year out from MOASS. This will be real estate agents to find and buy properties for me, contractors who help me build or renovate on properties, an HR professional to manage people working for me, and managers to run stuff. None of the people on this secondary team will be friends or family. They will all be people with prior, proven experience that I have vetted and done my own DD about before hiring. Maybe this could be Rule 5.5, but friends and family create messy, blurry connections that only complicate things. They are also rarely the best person for the job.
Rule 6: Be Humble, Don’t Dance. Don’t make it rain. Don’t rub it in. Don’t show off. Remember where you came from, remember what it feels like to survive on mushy cheap ramen that has barely any flavor for years at a time. You came from poverty, and if you fuck this up you will go right back there. You might currently be living in a situation where you have to choose between rent and a tank of gas, don't ever lose the memory of what that feels like.
Because holding onto that memory will keep you motivated to change the world so no one has to feel like that. I'm going to be real for a moment and say that I watched my mother slowly die of breast cancer while homeless and raising my youngest sibling. I can't dance because that's what you do at the end of your journey, and as long as there are sick homeless mothers in this world my journey ain't over.
Dance after you have done good because of the good you have done. Follow Rule 8 and dance with the people you were a hero for. Right now is the time for the hard work, a time to roll up sleeves and grab the tools you'll need to fix the problems you see in the world. Now is the time to build the dance floor you'll share with your community, because it's no fun to dance alone.
Rule 7: Don’t Mess With Someone Else’s Money, Life, Or Spouse. Money can be a powerful thing, but don’t let it lie to you that you can have anything you want. Don’t screw over someone to make another dollar. Don’t see people as expendable. And don’t cheat or allow someone else to cheat. Play it safe and there won’t be any reason to take you to court, sue for money, or arrest you.
Outside of keeping your mouth shut, this is going to keep you the safest as you navigate your new life. Don't covet something someone else has to the point that you will try to take it from them. You should be trying to foster a mindset that avoids harm to others, and instead looks for alternatives when you can't have what you find yourself desiring. Avoid the circumstances that make you feel like murder, adultery, or theft are your best options and you should be golden.
Basically, don't become someone who suddenly has to fight to survive one more day while clutching your mayo jar in one hand and a bedpost in another.
Rule 8: Be The Hero People Need. You have an opportunity to leverage your money to improve the world, and not do it in a way that is covertly sinister. Build low-income housing, anonymously sponsor struggling but talented creators, set up scholarships, swoop in to fix major problems at a loss. Pick a problem, assemble a team, find a solution, make it happen, and quietly move onto the next problem.
I'm not going to invest space here on explaining and defining the many problems of this world, mostly because I know there will be apes who disagree with me, but here are some examples of what we might see apes do.
Rule 9: Bring People Along For The Adventure. You should also be the hero your friends and family need, though maybe not want. Find ways to change the lives of family members and friends in a way that doesn’t make them reliant on you but will let them join you on your adventures. Your team will have good advice on this, but make sure that you can build relationships on love and trust, not your bank account.
Your team will help you set up plans to protect your new wealth, your health, and your sanity while also providing for your family. Be sure to ask them early "How can I help my family without just giving them everything they ask for?" Because let's be honest, we all know at least one person that will call you up out of the blue and ask for something if they even suspect you have money. Hire someone to help you navigate that, build a plan on how to handle it, and even role play out how those conversations will go.
And once you have that plan working for you, look for meaningful ways to improve the lives of those immediately around you and take them along for the adventures you will go on. Get your parent's house fixed up and renovated. Send your sibling through college. Adopt that kid you know you can provide an awesome life for. When you have time to travel, bring people along that you know will appreciate and value the experience. Be the rising tide that lifts the people around you.
Rule 10: Care for your health. Get to the doctor you have been needing to see. Take care of that pain you have been ignoring. Talk to them about the headaches or the mole or stiffness. You can afford it now! (And yes, I get how that might not apply outside the US because only in the US do we ignore health issues due to income.) For mental health, see a professional even if you don’t think you will need one right away. A councilor at minimum will be able to help you talk through the complicated emotions you will be experiencing, but a therapist might be good if you have been ignoring your ADHD, anxiety, depression, or hallucinations due to your poverty. There is no shame in seeking unbiased, professional assistance! Also, if you are religious it wouldn’t hurt to seek spiritual guidance at this time.
You can't save the world and enjoy your life if you are too sick, or even dead, to do so.


I came up with these rules because I wanted to contribute to the community in a way that I felt was meaningful. I'm planning on following these rules, and yes that means I'll be nuking this account when I do my social media purge. To me, infinite returns means infinite responsibility and I would rather have rules to keep me focused than wing it.
I hope that something here helps someone out and sets them on a path to make the world a better place.
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2023.03.21 08:08 sf2703 Dumb question, but...do you leave your keyboard protector on the MB at all times?

Okay, so when I bought my MB Pro the Apple guy gave me a silicon keyboard protector, transparent hard shell case & leather bag as free gifts. He also mentioned that when closed, the gap between screen & keyboard is really small so he warned me not to leave the keyboard protector on when closing the lid. Has anyone here actually damaged the screen by doing this? I kinda feel the Apple guy is just being dramatic about things. Btw mine is the 13 inch with Touch Bar.
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2023.03.21 07:57 PayinTopDolla SW WA (Camas & Washougal) is the Best Place to fatFIRE

I've been reading a lot of posts lately about good places in the US to fatFIRE to, including recent and popular examples like Las Vegas, Austin, and Arizona... but I would like to put out there another very viable option that is currently not so mainstream (maybe also a good thing): Southwest Washington (SW WA).
The common goal for people in their search is finding a place that has the right mix of amenities, tax sheltering, cost of living, and scenery. I've spent much of my career traveling literally all over the US and seeing a vast swath of metropolitans. My conclusion after maintaining as much neutrality as possible and factoring in the aforementioned criteria is that Southwest Washington is the best choice. This region consists of a few cities and is part of the Portland, OR metro. There is Vancouver, WA but it doesn't stand out for fatFIRE folks as it's a flat, normal, and dense suburb. To the East is Camas & Washougal, where things get interesting, and I'll explain more below.
Here is why these two cities are worth considering.
  1. Again, they are part of the PDX metro and just across the river from the Columbia. This means you're 20-30 minutes away from Downtown Portland and Portland International, which happens to be a great airport that's usually not crowded and highly ranked. From here, you're a 3-hour drive to Seattle and a 1-hour flight to the Bay Area.
  2. Included with the obvious amenities of being in the metro of an actual city (i.e., not a pseudo city erected in a desert that is Las Vegas) is great food, from trendy food carts to more gourmet places. Food is competitive here and the bar is set quite high with lots of choices. Media and sensationalists like to exaggerate the homeless problem, which certainly exists, as it does in Austin and most other big metros, but it's not rampant.
  3. Cost of Living - albeit it is getting higher like everywhere else, it is comparatively lower, especially on the West Coast. $1M for a house can get you a LOT of house.
  4. No Income Tax AND No Sales Tax... this is also why I recommend living across the river in WA versus Portland, OR. WA is one of the 9 states that does not have a state income tax. If you need to buy a big ticket item like a TV and whatnot, just drive over the river to Portland and buy it there with no sales tax. You could even do most of your shopping there if obliged since it's so close. One of the very few, true metro areas that offer this combo.
  5. Weather. Yes, the PNW rains and has overcast days and this one will be subjective. Maybe you prefer living in the scorching hot, dry desert of Las Vegas or Phoenix where it averages 100*+ instead, or you prefer the hot, humidity of Austin. I personally prefer the rain and having all 4 seasons in a year. If you consider the effects of global warming, being in this area may not be a bad thing in the years to come. It also isn't pouring ALL the time as some people think. It will drizzle and the winters are definitely wet, but Summer months from the end of May into October are beautiful and largely sunny days. Just look at California and how much rain they got this Winter, for being a "year-round" sunshine state.
  6. Scenery... the nature is world-class. Trees, hills, mountains, rivers, lakes, and greenery are all around you. Drive East and you're at the coast and beach. Drive South East and you can go to Bend, OR, which is turning into a resort town for PDX these days. Skiiers/Snowboaders, Mt. Hood's Timberline lodge is open 10 months out of the year. The list goes on and on... but what is almost a SECRET to people is the Columbia River Gorge towards the East... a huge canyon that the river cuts through and hosts over 90 waterfalls. Just look at it: https://i.imgur.com/3QybyLD.jpeg
  7. Now, more specifically on Camas & Washougal. Camas is a smaller, hilly, and upscale city with one of the best school districts in the metro. Great if you want to live in a more luxury-type suburb (gated communities, golf courses, etc. available). Washougal is right next door but uniquely features acreage properties if you're interested in having more space and privacy - while still being in easy access to all of the above.
That's my take and summary of why these 2 cities in SW WA stand out or should stand out.
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2023.03.21 07:30 Djgogi059 Would any of these espresso machines/ products be good for someone's first time who is on a budget? (see comment for description)

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2023.03.21 07:28 careful-wonder4603 Take mountaineering boots + kit? Details in first comment...

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2023.03.21 07:24 Electronic_Clerk3662 [AA] Until We Meet Again

(There will be some depiction of violence/murder)
Before we begin I would like to thank my friend/editostory writer ~ u/Apple-pi-1016 ~ for the amazing help in the creation of this short story this wouldn't have been completed without them.
Now I hope you enjoy dear reddit readers.
London's past story (3rd Person POV)
~September 8, 1980, ~
The sound of an alarm rang through London’s ears at the early hours of the morning. London slammed her alarm clock shut and groaning. She sat up on her bed and rubbed her blue eyes since the sunlight was coming through her window. “London! Are you awake?” London’s mother asked from outside of her room.
“Yeah…,” London answered lowly, her voice hoarse because she just woke up. “Alright, get ready and come down for breakfast. Deidamia will be over in a few,” her mother said and then walked back downstairs to the kitchen. London’s eye was now fully open and she looked at the clock, which hung above her head, and read 7:10 A.M. London got out of her bed and did her usual morning routine, which consisted of brushing her teeth, washing her face, putting on her clothes, and going downstairs to eat the breakfast her mother prepares for her.
“Thanks, mother,” London said as she sat down at the dining room table, where her mother placed a plate of eggs, bacon, toast, and a glass of orange juice.
“No problem, honey. Today’s on the warmer side so I suggest taking advantage of it since warm weather rarely comes in September,” her mother said, patting her daughter’s beeline-honey hair that she inherited from her.
“Mm, I can already assume Deidamia would want to play today-,” London said after taking a sip of orange juice but was cut off when the doorbell rang.
“Cecile, can you check to see who is it?” London’s mother asked Cecile, the house’s maid, kindly.
“Yes, Ma’am,” Cecile answered with her soft voice. Cecile’s average-sized figure walked over to the door and looked through the peephole and saw the usual 2b type, ginger-haired and hazel-green-eyed girl known as London’s close friend, Deidamia. “It’s Deidamia, Ma’am,” Cecile said.
“Let her on in,” London’s mother said and Cecile opened the door for Deidamia, the girl running inside and engulfing London into a big hug. “Whoa-, what got you so excited?” London asked, looking at Deidamia with a smile. “Nothing, good weather puts me in a good mood. Hey! We should go play later on!” Deidamia yelled excitedly.
“Okay, okay. No need to yell, we can go play after school,” London chuckled and Deidamia let go of her.
“Okay then, let’s go~,” Deidamia said, dragging London out of the chair and to the front door, letting London grab her backpack. “See you, Mrs. Winsley! I’ll bring your daughter back nice and safely~.”
London’s mother giggled at her daughter’s friend and waved at the two 16-year-olds. The two girls then left London’s house and made their way to their school, Winter Bay Academy. It was an above-average school but it’s better than most schools in the neighborhood considering that schools in America for the past two decades have resulted in poor education, so London was grateful to be attending a good school with good friends.
The two girls made it to school by 7:50 and went straight to homeroom, which is where the rest of London’s friend group came in. The second London and Deidamia walked inside their homeroom, her other friends, Melody (theater student), Eden (fashion student), and twins Nina and Zina (music students), all grabbed London and dragged her to her seat, leaving Deidamia to stand in the doorway, a little surprised. London looked back at Deidamia and gave her an apologetic smile which basically said, “Sorry for leaving you, I promise we’ll hang out later.” Deidamia returned the smile and sat down in her seat, which was far from London and her friend group, but once London looked away and focused on her friends, Deidamia’s smile turned into a scowl.
Unbeknownst to London, or anyone else for that matter, Deidamia was actually jealous of her. London easily got along with people and had a positive vibe, which is what attracted people to her. Deidamia, though, happened to be a close friend to London, who was friends with a good amount of people, which often left Deidamia in the shadows whenever London was in the presence of other students. Deidamia didn’t actually hate London, but extreme jealousy can make anyone act without thinking twice. For the rest of the school day, Deidamia got a hold of London since they’re both visual art students so London got to be around her close friend. During their lunch break, London went to the cooking department section in the school and made some delicate sweets for Deidamia as an apology for leaving her alone often. By the time school ended, Nina and Zina invited London and Deidamia to play in the Abelia Forrest, which is to the west of their school. Both girls accepted the offer but London wanted to quickly run to her house and bring her dog, Ruby (who is a Border Collie with a mix of Groenendael).
So as London ran home to grab Ruby, Deidamia waited outside of the forest while the rest of London’s friends were already inside. She knew exactly how this would play out. London and her friends will probably play a game of Hide & Seek, with London completely abandoning the game since she loves nature and will, one-hundred percent, wander off with Ruby. Thus, making this the perfect time for Deidamia’s plan to go into action.
About 15 minutes passed and eventually, London came Deidamia, who waited patiently outside of the forest. She had Ruby with her and the small container of sweets that she made for Deidamia earlier. Deidamia looked at the sweets with an unamused face when London held it out for her. “Sorry for always leaving you alone, I just don’t know what to do when a group of people comes to me,” London apologized with a sweet smile. Unexpectedly, Deidamia smacked the container out of London’s hands, making it drop and all of the sweets pour out all over the ground. This surprised both London and Deidamia, the latter unknowingly let out a little bit of anger. “Oh crap-, I am so sorry! I don’t know what came over me,” Deidamia quickly apologized, dropping onto the ground to clean up the mess. London just smiled and said, “It’s okay. It was an accident.”
She helped Deidamia clean up the sweets and then walked inside the forest to meet the rest of London’s friends.
“Finally! Cute dog,” Melody said, petting Ruby softly and smiling.
“Okay! We’re playing hide & seek, cause, why not,” Eden said and the group of six determined that Deidamia would be the seeker while everyone else hid.
While Deidamia began counting to 20, she paid close attention to the sound of London’s footsteps, which was accompanied by Ruby’s bell on her collar. Once she finished counting, she deduced that London and Ruby ran east, which is the direction of a riverbank and where many Scorpion grasses, Alaska’s state flower, resides. Those will definitely catch London’s eyes considering the flowers are a vibrant, light blue color.
“Okay! Ready or not, here I come~,” Deidamia shouted, assuming everyone heard her. She immediately began heading east and saw London’s footprints, along with Ruby’s, in the dirt. Just as she predicted, London was sat against a tree (which was on a small hill), admiring the riverbank and the many scorpion grasses alongside it. She also had her backpack next to her and Ruby’s head on her lap. The sunlight was beaming on her face, making her bright hair and eyes stand out more. There was a smile on her face and she had a sketchbook and a pencil out, drawing the scenery she was admiring. The sight of London’s beautiful figure almost made Deidamia gasp but she resisted, knowing that she was already too far into the plan to let it backfire now. She was already 10 years into being in London’s shadow and, quite frankly, 10 years is a lot of time to hold in immense amounts of jealousy.
After recollecting her thoughts, and making sure she was out of the others’ sight, Deidamia pulled out a knife from her backpack and slowly crept up on London from behind, ready to strike, but London could hear Deidamia’s footsteps, making her look back at Deidamia and immediately dodge the incoming blow that was supposed to be for her forehead. London rolled down to the riverbank, abandoning Ruby and her art supplies, and stopped herself from going inside the water. “What the-, what are you doing?!” London asked, eyes widened at the sight of Deidamia walking near her with a knife.
Ruby quickly ran in front of London and barked viciously at Deidamia, who chuckled at the dog and kicked it to the side, making London shook. She tried to stand up but quickly realized that when she rolled down the hill to the riverbank, she must’ve sprained her right ankle. So, using the energy she had, she began dragging her body away from Deidamia, who was taking her sweet time with every step she made towards London. London then hit her back some something hard and realized it was a big rock that she knew she wouldn’t be able to get around unless she got up and ran.
Once again, she tried to stand up but it was to no avail. Deidamia finally stood in front of London and looked down on her with a mocking smile. Needless to say, London knew that her time on Earth was over. Deidamia crouched down to London’s level and cocked her head to the left, holding the knife in front of London’s white face. Then, she grabbed a fistful of London’s hair and slammed her head against the rock with full force, making the latter pass out instantly, at least to Deidamia.
Without any more hesitation, and because she wanted this to be done and over with, she plunged the knife into London’s chest, watching as blood began seeping through the knife and only London’s clothes; a light grey and oversized sweater, white skirt, and white converse sneakers. She then took the knife back out, watching more of London’s blood dye her clothes, and her body lay onto the ground, and quickly wiped the knife with a cloth she kept in her backpack. She set the knife down on the rock and smiled at London’s figure.
She then saw Ruby stand back up and run to London’s body, whimpering and whining at her. She was then surprised to see London’s fingers raise when Ruby nudged her head in London’s fingers, meaning London was still alive. Seeing as the blood was still spilling, Deidamia knew that London would bleed to death so she thought to just let the girl have her last moments with her dog that she loved so much. London’s eyes were hardly open but she could see Deidamia looking down on her. With only so much to say, she weakly said, “S-So this is how I end? By my own f-friend.”
Deidamia raised an eyebrow at London and then said, “Yeah, I won’t have to put up with your existence anymore. You’re the past now.” And with that, London’s eyes stopped sparkling and her heart stopped beating. Ruby’s cries became more noticeable and Deidamia knew she had to act fast. She ran back up the hill and past London’s sketchbook. Out of curiosity, she decided to take the sketchbook and place it into her backpack, deciding there might as well be, at least, one piece of London’s existence left on the planet.
After placing the sketchbook inside the backpack, she quickly ran away from the scene and, using her best acting skills, began to scream for London’s friends to come out. She even began to fake cry as London’s friends all came out and ran to her. She quickly explained that London was stabbed by some mysterious person and that she found her lying dead while playing Hide & Seek. She showed them London’s body and while everyone was mourning, she had called the police.
To simply put, Deidamia got away with murder. That night, she went into the police station, explained her side of the story (of course, it was all lies), and the police, stupidly, cleared her from being involved in the murder. She played the part too good.
Before going to bed, she pulled out London’s sketchbook and sat down on her bed. She flipped through it the sketchbook and saw all of London’s drawings/sketches. It mostly consisted of different moments in London’s life that she cherished; such as going to an amusement park with her mother, playing board games with her father, and even when she first met Deidamia. Deidamia then made it to the most recent sketch, which was created moments before London died. It was exactly what she thought it was, the view of the riverbank from where London sat beside the tree. But next to the sketch, there were words that were made with London’s elegant cursive. After reading what it said, Deidamia laughed bitterly to herself. She ripped the page out of the sketchbook and threw it right into the small bin that was next to her desk. She then turned off her light and laid down in bed, letting the words she just read sink in her head.
“Today, Deidamia is actually hanging out with my other friends. I know she's more introverted so it's nice to see her trying to open up to new people. I know it's hard for her but at least she's trying. I'm really happy to have a friend like Deidamia, who puts up with me and hangs around with me even when she's uncomfortable. She must be an angel sent to me after father passed away. I know there's not anything I can do to show my gratitude to Deidamia for always being there for me whenever I needed her so I decided to sketch this picture. She's a simple person and hopefully, she'll be happy with this picture. Anyways, thank goodness for a person like Deidamia, I'm fine with losing all my friends as long as I have Deidamia with me. She may not know it but she truly saved my life :)”
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2023.03.21 07:14 Mario_Marzian My sis is religious but doesn’t believe in ya boy JC I think…

Multiple Reddit pages have judged me for this, but this is real. They can hide a zucchini in their sphincter as far as I’m concerned.
Ok, fuck the bullshit, including this Intro. My sister is a real scared bitch. A spooked spokeswoman if you will, considering her snitch ass Karen energy that I somehow have to entertain every night. Anyways… It all started a year ago. She had what I believe to be, a sleep paralysis. Apparently some fucking filth faced Cuck Demon light source was among her bed sheets. I had SP before & I now know demons aren’t real, ya fucking historically brainwashed psychopaths. I still love her by the way, but I do lose brain cells around her. She thought she had the right of way over pedestrians, but let’s not embarrass her that much.
Anyways, after she had the father bless the house multiple times, she still persisted in paranoia. I stay up late and & I am freaked out by the fact she will not sleep. Quite ironic in a movie plot if you ask me, but ghosts aren’t real. She stands by my room & acts as if she is grabbing something out of our teenie little closet, when all there is, is towels. I feel as if she listening for a snore. She sniffles quite loud & then circles back & forth in her room for about 10 mins before repeating. Wtf is that?
I lay in my bed, waking to this sound as I have now placed a towel under my doorway to ignore the creeps only to hop up seeing that some body stepped in my doorway. At that moment I am awakened. Wtf. Tits up , my guy. Nice chill along my back. Quite relaxing…
She constantly creates drama when I get home from work & I try to be patient, but sometimes I just ignore her causing her to lash out & ask the weirdest shit I have ever heard. I happen to be weird myself, but my God. Why do you want know if my butthole puckers from the sounds of a jellyfish on land? That’s very peculiar… still love ya, but now I’m very concerned.
Anyways, (for the last time) she follows me into the kitchen every time I get a night snack, hunches over me, & texts my parents if I upset her in the slightest way. “Oh lil bro pushed a pickle down the drain” “His throw up sounds won’t let me sleep” “Oh, now he’s mixing pepsi & cola. Please call 911 & whoop his little booty cheeks before they arrive. I won’t snitch on that part.”
Karen’s. You gotta hate em, even if they share blood.
I called her Satan in the kitchen & she darted out. I have to wear earphones & mute my phone when I use YouTube or she will yell at me to stop. I gotta lot on my chest but I have refused to confess due to her knack for conflict, hence why I ignore a sis.
So, yeah… I called her Satan. One of the forbidden words she is allowed to hear according to some undercover pedo priest. She tried to call me a “drama king” after repeatedly antagonizing me & now I am curious…
Am I the ass hole?
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2023.03.21 07:12 alamar99 Dakine Motive 30L - First Impressions

Dakine Motive 30L - First Impressions
I have been shopping for a new backpack in earnest since November. Like so many of you I have a specific list of requirements and desirables:


  1. Full opening: Clamshell, tri-zip, etc. No suitcase style!
  2. Dual exterior water bottle pockets
  3. Laptop sleeve accessible when fully packed, probably external
  4. External pocket large enough for over-ear headphones
  5. Less than 1.5 kg
  6. No/removable/stashable hip belt
  7. Not tactical looking
  8. Unicorn size (25-30L range)


  1. Luggage passthrough
  2. External lash points
  3. Additional internal/external pockets
  4. < $200
  5. Compression Straps
  6. Stand up on its own

Packs Considered:

1. ULA Dragonfly (Returned) There’s a lot to like about the Dragonfly, including the excellent customer service, but in the end the mesh front pocket just didn’t work for me and I returned it. More first impressions at the link: 📷onebag on Reddit: ULA Dragonfly First Impressions reddit.com 2. 5.11 Tactical COVRT18 2.0 (Returned) There was something off about the way this pack fit me, possibly just too small. It was awkward to access the main pocket, awkward to access the laptop pocket and I experienced some sticking zippers. More first impressions at the link: 📷onebag on Reddit: 5.11 Tactical COVRT18 2.0 First Impressions reddit.com 3. Nike Utility Speed 27L (Returned) They had a patterned green version on clearance, and I ordered this one on a whim. Actually not a bad bag for the price, but definitely packs smaller than the stated size of 27L and a bit cheap feeling overall. 📷Nike Utility Speed Training Backpack (27L). Nike.com nike.com 4. Ogio Fuse 25L (Returned) I really liked a lot about this bag, but the luggage passthrough sticks into your back and is really annoying. More first impressions at the link: 📷onebag on Reddit: Ogio Fuse 25L First Impressions reddit.com 5. Dakine Motive 30L Last week I came across the Dakine motive online. I’m 99% sure had looked at the Dakine site before, and based on the complete lack of information I’m pretty sure this is a newly-released bag. I ordered it immediately. First impressions are overall good, but I do have some quibbles.
Listed at $155 I used a 15% off coupon (OHANA15) to bring it down to $131.75 + tax (shipping was free). 📷Motive Backpack 30L dakine.com _____

Weight & Dimensions:

The Dakine website lists the bag as 21.25 x 12.59 x 4, but the product tag specifies 21.5 x 12 x 6.5 which is a lot more accurate. My own measurements of the bag comfortably packed are 19.5 x 12.5 x 9.5. There is a sizable external front pocket (more on that later) that doesn’t share dimension with the main pocket, and filling it will really increase the depth of the bag. Listed at 1170g, it weighs in at 1088g on my kitchen scale.
With & without water bottles and on my back. I am 6'2\" / 195 lbs for reference. I've got a couple cheap freebie carabiners on the top lash points and a size medium HeroClip on the bottom.


Full clamshell with the zipper wrapping around up top, so can operate in top-load or full clamshell mode. It also has proper compression straps so it’s easy to open partway and just fold the flap down where the compression straps are. I really like this style of opening except the sides don’t hold their shape very well when fully open, meaning it would be easy to overstuff if you aren’t careful.
Top-load style on the left (partially open), fully open on the right


1. (External) Large front pocket with buckle closure
This does not share dimension with the main pocket so is quite spacious. No zipper means the opening is very wide, but also means it's not a suitable place for small objects. Fits my very large Bose QC15 headphone case perfectly or a pair of paddle ball rackets for the beach. Probably a good spot to stash a couple of baguettes as you wander the streets of Paris, but sadly I have no baguettes on hand to test with!
2. (External) Small zippered front pocket with waterproof zipper
I probably won't use this much to avoid making the pack too deep, I can already guess this is where my wallet and phone will go when I'm making my way through security at the airport.
3. (External) Small zippered upper front pocket
Quick access for whatever you might need. I've got a couple epi-pens in there and some mini tools
4. (External) Two external water bottle pockets
Large enough for my largest water bottles or a bottle of champagne (just going to lean into the whole French food/drink theme on this one)
5. (Internal) Small internal zippered pocket on front flap
This is on the front flap, and easy to access at the top even with the bag fully packed. Good place for chargers, cables, batteries etc.
6. (Internal) Large internal zippered mesh pocket
Not easily accessed if the bag is fully packed. Pretty spacious and nicely it doesn't extend all the way to the bottom so things don't all pile on the bottom of the bag.
7. (Internal) Two open-top pockets on the side
These vertically oriented pockets are similar to those in the Mystery Ranch Urban Assault series. They will fit a water bottle, but share space with the external water bottle pockets so you can't fit a bottle in both at the same time (unless they are skinnier than any bottles I have tried).
8. (External) Laptop pocket with waterproof zipper
In the back is a laptop sleeve with slots for two devices, both with false bottoms. There is additional space beyond the two device sleeves, so you could easily add in documents, magazines etc. I was able to fit both my 13\" MacBook Pros in at the same time - hopefully I won't have to travel with both!


Listed as "Ballistic: 100% recycled nylon". The material passed my “fling some water on it” water resistance test, with the water beading off nicely, but it isn't the nicest feeling material. I’m not quite sure how to describe it aside from the fact that it isn’t luxurious feeling. I don’t think Chase Reeves is going to like it, but I guess that’s for him to decide.
The bottle pockets looked flimsy online, but I’m pleased to say that seem sturdy in person and the top inner edge is reinforced with thicker material. I prefer the style like in the new Aer Pro Pack where the bottle pockets are made of the same material as the pack, but I think these will wear well enough.

Comfort and Fit

I was initially taken aback by the shoulder straps because they felt hard. On second inspection the top of them is rather hard, and the bottom part is lightly padded. I was expecting them to be uncomfortable, but the bag is seems comfortable to wear so far. I haven't put it to the test by wearing it fully loaded for hours, so only time will tell on comfort.
Much attention has been paid to the tight spacing between the shoulder straps on the new Aer Pro Pack. The straps on this one measure exactly 2 inches apart (5 cm). I haven't noticed any pinching so far.
There is a stowable hip belt. Unfortunately when you stow it the lumbar area bulges a little, so I prefer not to stow it. I haven't decided yet, but if I keep the pack I will likely cut it off. To me this qualifies as removable!

A Couple Drawbacks

Unfortunately the bottom of the pack isn’t quite flat, so I was unable to get it to stand upright on its own. It would have been a nice feature, but I don’t think it’s a dealbreaker for me.
There is no key loop in any of the pockets which is kind of a strange omission. It seems like the small external top zipper pocket would have been a natural place to put one.

Packing It

I did a very quick dry-run test pack with the following items with room to spare:
  1. 5 shirts
  2. 5 underwear
  3. 3 pairs of socks
  4. 1 PJ shorts
  5. 1 board shorts
  6. 1 workout shorts
  7. 1 thick long sleeved shirt
  8. 1 pair cargo shorts
  9. 13" MacBook Pro
  10. 63W GaN Charger
  11. USB-C -> USB-C cable
  12. USB-C -> Lightning cable
  13. Clear bag of toiletries


I want to fully love this bag, but I'm not sure yet. I've been searching for so long it's hard not to keep looking. In fact a couple days after I ordered this Aer released their new Pro Pack 24L. That ticks a lot of my boxes, but I've read enough comments on it being uncomfortable that I don't think I'm going to try it out.
We have a trip planned for the first week of April, so will get to test the Dakine out fully soon.
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2023.03.21 07:04 ScholarNeonBot Kerala Got Its First Transgender Lawyer. Padma Lekshmi Enrolled as a Lawyer Yesterday.

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2023.03.21 06:57 Nathabit2023 Fresh Exfoliating MuraTM

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2023.03.21 06:39 kiss_the_siamese_gun What SIB after getting spoiled by Returnal?

Returnal has got my entire gameplay experience bar raised very high now, having a hard time getting into anything else… anyone run into the same predicament, where everything else just feels slow & clunky? Any games out there that give the ultra quick and crisp response that you can just feel in Returnal?
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2023.03.21 06:38 Nathabit2023 Winter DasabutiTM Hair Oil - Nat habit

Address all your Skin, Body & Hair care needs with Nat Habit. Nat Habit brings you freshly made beauty & wellness products inspired by ancient solutions. Freshmade in Kitchen. Made Fresh Daily. Freshly Made Products. read more
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2023.03.21 06:36 brattyprincessdfw 32 [F4M] latina looking for you

Just seeing who is lurking out there~~
Looking to DATE, chill, hang out etc. Meaning yes, we will go out to places together.
Open to letting things flow on their own- not really into nsa/casual only vibes
I’m 5’5 plus sized and Latina. If you like your girls BBW, I promise you won’t be disappointed! Body pics on profile for your perving needs 😈
Let’s go to breweries, arcades, bars, movies, museums, clubs, coffee shops, restaurants and whatever other shenanigans we can get into! Of course with some nights in watching Netflix included.
If you’re a kinky bastard then BONUS points! Please Pass Go & collect $200! I frequent the ‘scene’ quite often. Let’s go to events together! I am D leaning but love to switch
I like my men professional, 25-45, taller, brown or white & fit/slim. Also pls be SINGLE.
Anyways, send me a pic of your choosing & tell me a bit about yourself!
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2023.03.21 06:32 ConsiderationShoddy8 Homeowners Insurance - roof

Going to try to do the shortest version possible.
Two months ago there was a windstorm of 60+ mph and it took large parts of our roof shingles off. Five sections of 3x3ish and then dozens of smaller sections. Newer house - 8 years old - we are insured to the hilt. Account is in execellent standing. My husband has been with our agent since husband was 16 and he is now 45 - so - this isn’t a new policy, it’s one that’s been built and supplemented with various homes and cars over the decades.
Filed a claim day of storm. They sent out adjuster and once that was completed the secretary to my agent sent a list of roofers to come check it out and give their estimates. I had five roofers come out and climb around and do that whole song and dance. Sent all five of their estimates to insurance company as they asked, as did the roofers. Total of 55 photos and 4 videos .
That took only three days from the day I filed the claim. In those 3 days I also tarped and patched the roof - but knew it wouldn’t hold for long because of continued storms.
Sure enough a week in, water was dripping in the light sockets indoors in the guest bedroom/bathroom/laundry/kitchen - and through the corners of the walls/ceilings. It continues to this day except now I’ve propped towels up on ladders where it’s quite bad and paid an electrician $400+ to replace and cover the electrical connections in the attic that had become corroded because of the water coming in/and to change the circuits so the lights will stop fuzzing out.
By two weeks after submitting my claim I’d placed over 22 calls to my agent, the company in general (aka HELP?!) the claims manager (who I roped in myself because our policy says something has to be documented and attempts at remedies have to be completely by 72 hours after claim) and NOTHING. Sent emails to everyone I could think of with the roofing estimates, photos of damages, repairs out of my own pocket etc etc etc.Still didn’t hear from my agent. Fearing (or perhaps slightly hoping at this point) my agent was potentially deceased or being held hostage, I stopped over to his office in person. What do you know - he’s not there - I am told, because….he has been on vacation. Lovely, hope he enjoyed that.
3 weeks after the initial claim was called in - Still no word from ANYONE at my insurance company. Guess he’s still on vacation (righhht). I began calling other local agents to get their take on the situation and they were all horrified - one being kind enough to send her husband over to throw some shingles up on our roof without charge.
Filed a complaint with our state and county against my insurance company and agent. Filed a police report against agent as I noticed he has no trouble accepting our direct deposits yet I see no reciprocation and his secretary had begun sending me threatening emails - gaslighting me and saying she never said xyz - despite me having it all documented as we communicated via email?
4 weeks until about 8 weeks - I am starting to lose my mind. I feel quite crazy. Having to take time off work to make all of these calls which have become very much like an Alice in wonderland type experience as it’s just word salad and circular un-reasoning and people repeatedly asking me where and what my agent is doing. Finally do hear from my agent- he claims he’s never heard of my issue but he’s on it. Suuure. Of course I have the insurance app and check daily to see if ANYTHING has been posted. It has not. Have begged for another adjuster to come out. Week 7 another adjuster comes out. He changed the dates and times on 6 occasions, then came out high (or drunk? Not sure) as heck on a Sunday and laid down in my front lawn while playing games on his phone. No I am not joking. He did throw chalk onto the roof though. I made like the gen Z kids and took a video tape of it all on my phone as well as me asking him what the heck is going on and could he please at least tell me his name and what company he’s with - that was useless. He ran (literally) into his van and sped off. Really wish I was making this up but sadly am not.
8 weeks - now, two months plus - roof is in the same condition as it was the day of the storm (plus temp repairs) and the interior damage is of course becoming worse. Tonight I decided to just file another claim for the interior damage in hopes of at least getting something going …. But I’m afraid I might lose my mind.
I’ve called local attorneys but none of them seem to want to help me get the repairs completed. The city and county bar association provided me with nobody except one kid who was still in school and wanted to “tag along” on “the case”. Money isn’t an issue for this situation so I emphasized to alllllll of the lawyers that I am fine to compensate them etc. but NOBODY will bite! The last lawyer I talked to told me it’s not worth his time since I’m just wanting my home repaired and my agents fees refunded.
Somebody please please advise. What type of attorney would take this case? What should I even asking for besides home repairs - I guess the days I took off work? Is this hopeless?
My brothers are both lawyers but not the kind I need, nor do they live in the US anymore, - so they suggested to write something up here.
Apologies for rambling or typos - hope this makes some sense.
Any guidance is greatly appreciated .
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2023.03.21 06:30 gentiscid Picking a Joyce Chen 14” tomorrow locally. First wok ever but I have lots of other skillets in CS & CI! Might be huge for my tiny kitchen but we’ll see. Worth $3 ever?😎 Will have to strip and reseason tho. Will keep u posted! Stay tuned!✌🏻

Picking a Joyce Chen 14” tomorrow locally. First wok ever but I have lots of other skillets in CS & CI! Might be huge for my tiny kitchen but we’ll see. Worth $3 ever?😎 Will have to strip and reseason tho. Will keep u posted! Stay tuned!✌🏻 submitted by gentiscid to carbonsteel [link] [comments]

2023.03.21 06:27 Prestigious-Ad-1126 Looking for the best wireless sound bar & surround setup money can buy.

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2023.03.21 06:21 MisterSnippy An [Anarchist]'s Adventure

The Drake materializes out of a shadowed stonework alcove in Salazsar, her dusty maroon scales that are peppered with a hidden layer of yellow cascade across her lithe, muscular, body. Her clothing is simple and economical. She's wearing a very nice long black canvas overcoat, a dark-brown linen long-sleeved shirt, well-worn brown denim pants, and an understated, yet expensive, pair of leather boots. Minus the coat, it's the kind of clothing you would expect to see on [Climbers] and [Miners]; the sort who would need something affordable and strong that repaired easily and lasted. Her coat is the outlier of her outfit, but in the winter chill she's no outlier for wearing one.
It's apparent that she's middle-aged, and you'd never mistake her for a younger Drake. From the state of her scales, she looks to be in her fifties, and she wears the age with a rugged beauty. Her limbs have a subtle power to them, and you can tell that her natural muscle, honed through years of back-breaking labour of some sort, are enhanced by a Skill or two. If you were closely watching her, the next thing you would notice is the pain that she's in. This woman is in pain, of both the mental and physical variety. Some people have a life harder than others and this woman has had a life harder than most. You can tell she is in pain because of her expression. Her blue-gray eyes squint, her brows furrow automatically, jaw clenched as she grits her teeth, and she has a scowl permanently affixed to her face. Her name is Kessva Sewing, a name spoke in hushed pitying whispers from those who have heard her story from someone else who heard it from an acquaintance. A few years ago she lost her only daughter in a mine collapse, and her husband shortly after from suicide.
It would be easy to assume she had become a wretched person based on her constant expression, the kind who drinks and takes it out on others, but you can tell that there's a kindness hidden deep below. That she's constantly restraining any negativity and hate. Her agony has not crushed her spirit, it has not made her hate people, it has not made her mean, it has compressed her soul into something purer, something stronger. She forever moves forward, living on with permanent agony that wont leave her until the day she breathes her last, and that day will be a long while from today, you can tell. She effortlessly blends into the crowd while still being apart from it, a separate element still integrated into the whole. She moves with purpose, focusing her mind on her task, weaving her way forward through the crowd, trailing a young female Gnoll.
The Gnoll looks to be about fifteen, she is of the tall and wiry variety, her fur well groomed and meticulously trimmed. She must come from a wealthier family, considering her clothing. She wears a muted green long-sleeve shirt and a dark-blue pair of cotton pants. As she darts ahead, she gives constant cautious glances to and fro. In her mind she's scanning the crowd, looking for danger, but in reality she just looks nervous and skittish. Suspicious, in other words. She's moving towards a goal of some sort, and her hands wont stop feeling at a pocket on the left side of her pants, before they move away quickly as if touching a hot pan, as if she's afraid someone will see her placing her hand there. Everything about her screams inexperienced criminal. Just a few days from ruining her future. She couldn't make a [Dangersense] Skill go off if she tried.
She quickly slides into an alleyway, one of probably tens of thousands that exist in Salazsar. You wouldn't be able to tell it apart from any other alleyway in the city, but it somehow manages to look less inconspicuous than the surrounding side streets. Passersby find that their eyes simply glide over the area, as if it wasn't there. The hallmark of Skill usage. She gives a shaky breath, thinking that she's made it. A rise of excitement rises up within her, a feeling of importance and righteousness. She gives another criminal's glance around and sees not a soul, then breathes out deeply. It's time, and she's in the perfect spot. Her hand steadies and reaches towards her left pocket, before withdrawing the item carried within. As her hand rises from her pocket, so too rises the wand of [Fireball]. Or, it should have, for where the wand was grasped in her hand is now an empty spot, and a iron claws wrap around her wrist.
The startled Gnoll, Errkia Tiekha, snaps her head around in fear and tries to get away. She quickly burns through a few Skills, and she has a handful that are useful in these situations because she's an [Anarchist] and [Urban Explorer], and finds with shock that they don't seem to have had much of an impact. Kessva Sewing grunts, and has to use two Skills, one of which being [Stable Grip], to hold on, but Errkia is low-level in both of her classes and Kessva can mostly rely on her honed strength to overpower the Skills.
"What are you doing!... You can't prove I was doing anything wrong!" Errkia shouts quickly, sounding almost as unconvinced with the argument as Kessva does.
"I'm stopping you from making a hatchling's mistake, what are you thinking?!?"
Kessva drops the wand of [Fireball] into her coat pocket and grabs Errkia's other arm. The younger Gnoll has a fearful expression and struggles for a second, feet sliding on the slick cobblestone in the alley, but gives up when it's apparent that she can't escape. She'd just tire herself out in the Level 32 former [Reliable Mine Supervisor]'s grasp.
"Listen, kid, we're going to have a talk. I've noticed you and your little 'friends' running around causing trouble, and if you don't want me taking you on a one-way trip to The Watch you'd better sit down and have a talk with me."
Kessva fixes the terrified girl with a hard, unflinching, stare.
"You don't understand! You just don't get it!"
The young [Anarchist] shouts, more towards the street than the female Drake restraining her, now desperately hoping she can get someone else's attention and break away.
"Alright, if you're going to play difficult with me, I'm going to have to make this harder for you. [Supervisor's Reprimand] Do you have any idea how dumb your idea is, as if running around with a deathtrap of a wand playing rookie criminal, is going to affect anything!? You wouldn't change anything, just start down a life where you'll spend most your days staring out of enchanted prison bars, or dead."
The fight goes out of Kessva suddenly, as if she's just now realizing the stupidity of her intended actions. The Skill will last for awhile, it's one of Kessva's better ones, and one that she relied on a lot when she still had a career in the mines. She's semi-retired now.

She walks, mostly drags, Errkia to her small condo. Once they make it to her humble house, she drops the Gnoll into a well made wooden seat in the living room, before starting to make them both a cup of tea.
Errkia stares erratically around the sparsely furnished apartment as Kessva clinks and clanks in the kitchen, but by now she's realizing that the Drake probably doesn't intend to hurt her. And she couldn't escape if she tried her best. She's upset, not about getting caught, but more because she didn't get to use her expensive [Fireball] wand that she bought from a friend. That was going to have been so much fun. She's been chewed out before, and already she's building up a mental wall, preparing to shut herself off from the world and the dressing down that's coming her way.
"I hope you like Chai tea, because it's all I have at the moment. Do you want any sugar in yours? Don't worry about the cost, I'm prepared to use some special, just for you."
Kessva says, in a voice that sounds like a long, gentle, sigh. Kinder than seems should be coming from the scarred calloused Drake with an iron grip. Softer than the harsh words she said earlier. It startles Errkia out of her mental preparations and she feels a bit of mental whiplash as she tries to reorient herself. This conversation isn't going where she thought it was going to go.
With a clink that reverberates through the room, the former [Miner] sets down the two beautiful teacups, before lowering herself into the seat with a pained grunt. They must have been important, they're obviously custom-made, and on each is the design of stylized Drake and Gnoll [Miners] sitting down and having a lunch break. It's cutesy, and feels out of place when compared to the gruff-looking woman in front of her.
"Back's not like it used to be, without my Skills I'd struggle to be as agile as I am. My name is Kessva Sewing, by the way."
Kessva holds a hand to her back, and Errkia fixes her with a look that says 'I don't care, I'm young and angry at the world' before grumpily studying the tea as if that would make any poison disappear, before picking up the teacup and taking a sip. And promptly grimacing.
Kessva laughs, and it's a genuine laugh. Errkia Tiekha gets the sense that she's done this countless times, sitting down with forlorn or angry [Miner]'s over a cup of tea when they did something stupid. It only makes her angrier. Not because she dislikes Kessva, but because Kessva is likeable, and she feels angry that she doesn't feel so angry anymore. It feels like when her parents are disappointed in something she did, but still forgiving of it. For a moment she suspects the use of a Skill, and then feels ashamed at her suspicion as Kessva reaches over and drops a bit of sugar into her tea.
"Hopefully that will help, if you want more free to add as much as you want. I don't drink mine with sugar."
They sit in silence, sipping their tea, and time passes by for a few minutes. The young Gnoll takes a look around the room, really looking now, trying to figure out who Kessva Sewing really is. There are two paintings of Drakes that she assumes are Kessva's family, and some trinkets, bits of ore or gems displayed from mining operations gone well. There's a scroll on the wall that says something about her service to the Emera corporation, but she can't make out more than the title. Besides that there's not much else besides the worn furniture and the teacups, which leads her to believe that the lady doesn't spend much time in her own home.
"Alright, let's talk."
Kessva says and startles Errkia out of her observations.
"Do you enjoy it?"
Errkia says, confused.
"Do you enjoy being a [Rebel] or [Thief] or whatever class you are?"
"I'm an [Anarchist]..."
The young Gnoll says grumpily, with a hint of pride, as if it's obvious what she is.
"Alright [Anarchist], do you enjoy being an [Anarchist]?"
Kessva's tone of voice isn't judging, and is purely curious, which surprises Errkia. She wonders for a moment if the Drake has a truth stone or something and decides to just be honest. She doesn't feel the need to lie here, not now. Especially if telling the truth gets her out of going to jail.
"Yeah, it's exciting."
To her surprise, Kessva gives a knowing nod.
"I have no doubt it is, I think we all have times where we wish we could run around and cause a bit of chaos. Especially as we get older."
She gives a full grin, and gives the impression that she has a history herself of dubious deeds.
"What, think I'm going to be angry at you? Yell at you? I get it, I really do. It's fun to run around with your friends, hit the town, fool around. I did it for awhile, and then I grew up."
The words make Errkia flinch. They're honest words, and the kinds of words she didn't want to hear. She's obviously new to the [Anarchist] lifestyle. Kessva stands up for a moment and walks over to take some snacks out of a cabinet she obviously has pre-prepared for these kinds of talks. It once again fills Errkia with irritation. She wont let this Drake talk her down. Kessva places the snacks down on the table and sits again with another grunt, rubbing at a spot in her back.
"What are you wanting to achieve, what do you want to do as an [Anarchist]?"
The question stumps Errkia for a sliver of a moment. Obviously she wants to, uh, take down the establishment! It wasn't a question she was expecting, okay?
"I want to take down the establishment! The greedy Wall Lords and Ladies. The rich! I want things to be equal for everyone. I want to tear the system down."
She says, not really understanding who the 'establishment' is. Tacitly ignoring the fact that she's come from money herself. Someone has fed her these lines and she believes them with confidence.
"Alright, what are you going to do after you take them down, the 'establishment'?"
This question really stumps Errkia. Nobody she's talked to has told her what comes after, just that they need to stop the man the people in charge. Her face flushes behind her scales, but she still finds some words after deliberating.
"We make a better Salazsar, one where everyone is equal, where Gnolls and the poor and [Miners] aren't oppressed and we all get a fair share! Where everyone gets to live their life and not worry about if they can eat, where they can retire, where injuries don't ruin their lives."
The words are the most heartfelt she's said so far. They come from deep within her. They're childish, but real, and they're only hers. Not lines she's been fed, not ideals she's been given from someone else. These come from the soul, they are intrinsic to her, and to who she wants to be. Gone is the anger towards the world, instead it's replaced with anger against injustice in general, passion for peace and anger for those who oppress. She believes in a better world, and it makes Kessva so very sad. Deep down most people long for a fairer world, even if it's just for them, and she knows the feeling all too well.
"I wish we could. I wish we could take the Wall Lords and Wall Ladies down from their towers tomorrow, take them to the mines and force them to see the plight of common Drakes and Gnolls. I want to shove it in their faces and scream. I want to yell at them, beat them, to show them what they're doing to us, and I want at least Salazsar to be better. To be a city where the world looks at us, like Khelt or Samal, and knows that's how it should be."
Errkia steadily looks her in the eye.
"So why don't you? If you really think so too why don't you also become an [Anarchist]? Why did you stop me?"
Kessva was expecting it but the words still slap her across the face. 'Why don't you.' Time has beaten down on her, but her soul burns of brighter stuff.
"I have. I've spent my life trying. I'm a Level 32 [Reliable Mine Supervisor] and I didn't get there from hurting folks and crushing people underneath me. I did my best to help, to keep my friends and employees safe. To help those who were injured, to keep people employed. I moved up because I wanted to change things, and I thought that if I gained in level that I could. Maybe I did, for awhile, in the areas I could control, but only there. I did the best I could and I'm glad I was able to do what I did. But using a fake [Fireball] wand and blowing your claws off isn't going to help people. Assaulting [Miners] for working for the corporations wont make things better. Hurting people because you can wont change anything, and it hasn't. Damaging artwork and trying to cause riots in the city isn't helping either. I don't know the best way to make things better, but what you [Anarchists] are doing isn't making things better, it's making them worse. Ancestors, where did such a Class even come from."
You can see the sadness and the fatigue reappear on her face, although it never really left. It's part of who she is now. She doesn't age, instead it's as if the age settles further on her. The [Anarchist] can see now more than ever who Kessva is, and who she used to be. She can imagine a young lady much like herself, filled with passion, and the desire for change. The worn Drake stands up and puts a hand on Errkia's shoulder.
"Follow me for a moment, I have something to show you."
The Gnoll stands, and follows her out. Now she's feeling a bit shaken. She knew about the art destruction, but hadn't heard about [Miners] getting hurt, or riots trying to be started. She can feel the need to convince Kessva in her bones, but stays quiet for a moment and lets her lead her through the city. It's not her moment anymore, and she'll have her turn.

Kessva leads her up a tower that Errkia didn't know was there. Soon she's higher than she's ever been and when she steps off the last step onto level ground she feels a sense of wonder. They step out onto a sort of platform, and the Gnoll gasps. The sky is bright orange, chasing the last dregs of sunset, before transitioning to a dark blue, carrying the coming night with it. The twin moons sit in the sky, pale guardians, surrounded by a crowd of stars, vying for their attention. It's freezing, her breathe fogs as she breathes out in the cold winter air, but it's worth it. The city is aglow with lights coming from everywhere down below; windows, buildings, streetlamps. There are countless lights shimmering and sparkling like the starlit sky brought down to earth for mortals to see. The people, not unlike ants, move through the city like a tide and she realizes that in a way she's seeing the entire history of a city here. Thousands of years of growth, construction, expansion, all leading to where the city is today. And what is a city without its' people? How many millions of people live and work here, going about their lives, loving, crying, just existing. Building the city stone by stone, brick by brick. Somewhere at some point the first brick was layed, the first foundation created, and the city was born. An emotion rises within her, a feeling of loss and sadness. She knows that this will be one of the most beautiful sights she'll ever see in her life, and suddenly she's hit by a desire to show everyone she knows this spot. How can the rich see this every day and not want to better the lives of others? How can they see such a sight and still step on those beneath them? Kessva gives her a pat on the back and walks over to lean on the railing.
"My husband showed me this spot, and I think it was one of the greatest gifts he ever gave me, along with my daughter, and our love. I know that long after I'm gone people will still discover this tower and others like it, they'll see this beauty through different eyes, and know why so many Drakes and Gnolls stay here. That will never be taken that away from us. How can you want to destroy this? Throw all the Wall Lords and Ladies off their towers, but everyone deserves to see this sight, this..."
She loses the words, for a moment trapped in a past Errkia doesn't know. The sadness shows up on her face again, but there's also something else there. Relief, happiness? She only now realizes how lonely Kessva is, how sad she is. How much she wants others to be happy, when she couldn't and can't. The [Anarchist] speaks up.
"I don't want to destroy the city, I just want to stop the corporations from controlling everything."
"No, tearing down the city is exactly what you're doing. I've seen [Protestors] before, [Miners] striking, crowds shouting for a change, people stopping anyone from entering a certain mine to work. You [Anarchists] are different. That wand you bought, how much was it?"
"300 gold."
Errkia says sheepishly, a pit opening up in her stomach. It was a lot, for her especially. She sold off several of her own possessions for it.
"This wand isn't a real wand of [Fireball]. If you had activated it you would have blown your hand off, possibly killed yourself. Whoever made this or sold this to you couldn't enchant worth a Creler's ass."
"That's not- you don't know that!"
The young Gnoll shouted, feeling a pit of anger and shame open deep inside her. She knew it was too good to be true, but she trusted her friends judgement.
"Let me show you something, and after I do we're going to need to run, so get ready for that."
Kessva said with a frank tone that invited confusion. She slowly, carefully, pulled the wand out of her pocket, before chucking it off the tower.
"Hey! You can't just do that, that was-"
"[Controlled Activation]"
Errkia doesn't get to finish her sentence before the world goes white from the explosion and she goes pale. While she's blinking spots out of her eyes only one thought enters her mind. That would have killed her if she had activated it like planned. They can already hear a few startled screams below, but the explosion was so high up and far away it wasn't anywhere close to touching anything, or hurting anyone. After sprinting away they breathlessly make it back to somewhere out of sight. Kessva rests against a wall, planting her hands on her knees, breathing in shaky gasps.
"Dead gods, I haven't had to sprint like that in awhile. I'm going to be feeling this tomorrow and I already feel it. Your friend who enchanted that and sold it to you, that's who you want running things? That's the kind of person you want trying to take down the corporations?"
"I didn't know. They- they're cool, they just need time. They'll level and things will change."
The [Anarchist] paled, and realized that the people she hung out with were more talk than action. Kessva walks over to her, preparing for her final talk of the night.
"I've led you on long enough, let me get to it before we run out of daylight. I didn't come to you for nothing, and I mean what I said. [Anarchist] is a dangerous class, but I want you to help me."
The look of confusion Errkia gave her made her want to laugh. As if saying 'wait, you weren't just trying to convince me to not be an [Anarchist] this whole time?'
"I'm a member of a group, who knows if it'll get anywhere, if we can change anything, but we're trying. We're trying to 'unionize' and bargain with the corporations, get better conditions for everyone, Gnolls especially. Our belief is that if we can get enough people we can beat any Skills that come our way, we can force them to negotiate better conditions, better hours, better pay. A city is useless without its people. Working under some Wall Lords is much better than others, and we're trying to make it so that working for even the worst Wall Lord will be a good, safe, job. Well, as safe as mining can be. For all the flaws of the [Anarchist] class, there are some interesting Skills there, and I want you to help me make this happen. As bad as it sounds, we need criminal classes. The corporations are just gonna sick The Watch and their private armies on us. I'm trying to get as many people as I can. It's going to be a mess, but we have to try. Are you willing to help me?"
There was a look of righteousness there, a feeling of justice. Kessva knows she's in the right, and she has the levels and Skills to make sure she can organize this without getting people needlessly hurt. She still looks tired, worn, sad, but there's a sense of purpose that has never left her, even since she was young, she has only recently realized how to use it. Mining isn't her life anymore, she's changed. She's a Level 11 [Union Organizer]. And Errkia Tiekha knows that this was what she was chasing all along. Things wont be perfect, but it will be a step towards the fairness she so dearly wants. Her eyes meet Kessva's, and a weight leaves her body. The only thing she says is-
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