I spend all of my daylight hours scared and alone in this musty old cellar.
It’s woeful, and I bet it smelled this bad even before everything around here turned to crap. Great. My second sentence and I’ve already resorted to swearing. When I decided I’d start this diary (five minutes ago when I got a tiny sliver of signal) I thought it would be my poetic and deeply-moving goodbye to the world. Maybe I’d write about love and loss, or maybe the splendour of nature. Then, when all is done and dusted, I’d have left something to be remembered by. As well as my corpse, of course.
This was a bad idea.
*
Okay, I’m an idiot. There’s nothing else I can do down here. I’ve rooted through every cardboard box a hundred times, organised and reorganised my supplies, I’ve even built a fort. So, I’m back. Hello. Again. God, this diary is going badly.
But there’s just enough light coming through the boards I nailed over the cellar’s tiny window to type by. So I may as well type. Stops me staring up at the window just waiting for a shadow to pass by.
Maybe I'll just write and not hit Submit. Right, where to start? Well, my name is – actually, I think I’m going to refer to myself as ‘X’. That sounds mysterious. If you’re reading this and want to know my real name, I still carry my purse. My railcard is in there and, if you really want to know who I am, go find me and fish it out. I won’t bite...
So, my name is X. I live in a little English village in the middle of nowhere. Before all this happened, I had a mum, a dad, a sister and there was a boy I liked, his name was Jonah.
*
I couldn’t think of anything else to write so I waited until I came back from my rounds. That’s the stupid name I have for when I go outside at night scrounging for stuff. Drinks are the hardest. I only trust bottles or cans, or did, and I was running out of places to search for them. But I guess that doesn’t matter now.
My leg is doing alright actually; didn’t hold me up at all. I saw Jonah too. He’s looked better, I have to say. It’s strange because this is only the second time I’ve seen him since we came here. Maybe his ears were burning.
Anyway, I found some tinned pineapple in a creepy old caravan I hadn’t searched yet. Had to bust the door open with Old Trusty – which I thought might attract some unwanted attention – but it was fine. I’m actually eating the pineapple right now, tastes good. I also found a radio in there. I already have three down here, but none of them work. Not that the caravan radio works either, all you get is static. It’s just nice to collect something. You know, to have a hobby.
*
I can tell the sun is rising. I managed to sleep for a couple of hours, but I woke up after a bad dream. I know some people can remember their dreams, but I never do. I wake up and grasp at them, but I never manage a hold before they fade away. It’s like trying to pinch the corner of a wisp of smoke; the harder you try, the quicker it fades to nothing. I’m just left with a sensation, a kind of imprint which sums up the most intense part of the dream.
And a cold sweat. That’s new.
*
I’ve been through the box of photo albums I found at the back of the cellar again. I’ve looked through them a few times now, but I always notice something new.
There’s a photo of this little girl playing with a pretend guitar. I can tell it’s pretend because it doesn’t have strings, only brightly-coloured plastic dials. Kind of like My First Guitar Hero or something. The girl has dark hair and she looks a tiny bit like my sister did a million years ago. I don’t have a picture of my sister. I suppose I could go and get one from my old house, but it’s right in the middle of the village. I’m lucky I wasn’t torn to shreds the last time I went back. So, what I’ve done is put this girl’s photo in my back pocket as a substitute.
I guess I should probably write something about my real sister now. But I don’t think that’s a good idea just yet.
*
Daylight is starting to fade and I’m getting ready to go out on my rounds. I always take my satchel with me, packed with useful objects. I have Old Trusty (a crowbar) which sticks out of the top for easy access, a small toolbox, a pair of heavy-duty gloves (there’s a good story about how I got those, I might write that one down later) and a hammer. I carry a penknife I found down here in my pocket, my purse and phone, and a torch in my hand.
I don’t like to use the torch because its battery is running out and there’s always the chance it might attract them. I probably shouldn’t have used it last night when I got back. Maybe I’m starting to enjoy this writing malarkey? I need to be careful with luxuries.
*
Okay, that could have gone better.
Picture the scene: I’m using Old Trusty to try and lever a kitchen window open, when one of them just walks right through the garden hedge. Seriously, straight through it. It’s not the mightiest of hedges but, still, it just appeared like it was walking through one of those Japanese paper walls. My satchel was on the ground, but I legged it anyway. I’m not stupid. I know I can go back for it tomorrow. I felt strangely naked without it on the way back here though.
Like I said before, I need to be careful with the torch so I think I’ll try and get some sleep now.
*
I slept pretty well last night; no nightmares or cold sweats. Maybe a midnight chase was just what I needed to blow away the cobwebs.
I actually woke up wondering about you. If you’re reading this, who are you? If you’re like me, living through this village nightmare, how have you managed to go this long without being killed or whatever? Maybe you’re Army or some such. Maybe you’re just some kid who’s played so many videogames that surviving all of this was already second nature to you. Or maybe you’re like me; living on borrowed time and searching for a good place to die. Maybe Future Me was brave enough to tap Submit on my diary and you're currently reading this on your phone or computer.
Here’s an idea. Maybe you can carry on this diary from wherever I left it at. God, I really hope this isn’t my last entry, although I suppose any entry might be. If you do carry the diary forwards, and I'm a corpse, maybe it will become cursed. Spooky.
*
I’ve been preparing for my next excursion.
If I know I’m going somewhere I’ll likely run into an ugly, I like to take extra precautions. And I want my satchel back. It was a present from my dad, and I know it cost him a lot of money.
So, I’m taking a pair of shears from the shelf of old tools down here. That way, if I lose Old Trusty, I’ll have a backup weapon.
If you are local, I wonder how you like to kill them? Pretty morbid question I know, but everyone around here seems to have their preferred method. The last villager I saw alive carried a pair of mini cricket bats and seemed to have bludgeoning down to an art form. He never saw me though, I was watching from a grove of trees as he killed his way along the main road near the village.
That was before I decided to stay inside during the daylight hours. We can at least see a little bit at night; ambient light and everything. They can’t though. I’ve seen them, they bump into things. It’s pretty funny to be honest. If they hear a noise, they walk in the direction of the sound, never trying to avoid any object in their path. They either bash said object out of the way, or, like that hedge, blunder right through it. Obviously bigger things stop them dead (ha!) though. If that happens, they sort of shuffle backwards and then try again a few times. Eventually – and I’ve seen this too – they just give up and stand there, waiting for something else to attract their attention.
That’s not how it works in the daytime though.
*
I think it’s about an hour before the sun sets so it’s nearly time to head out. I’m going to change my bandage. One minute.
Okay, it didn’t look that bad really. The original scratch wasn’t too deep and now the wound seems to be doing that scabbing thing I remember from normal injuries. It just doesn’t smell very good. A bit like when you walk past a bin that needs emptying.
Anyway, I’ve applied more antiseptic and redressed it. Time to go.
*
That was fun. I’m glad I had those shears with me.
I got my satchel back you’ll be happy to know. And I got inside that house I’d been trying to break into as well. More through necessity than choice in the end, but I’m pleased I did. I found more batteries! That means I can justify writing at night a bit more. In fact, the people who used to live there (I think the husband owned the local garage) were pretty well kitted out. There were a lot of tins in their cupboards, and they’d even left a shotgun. It wasn’t loaded though.
Not that I need a shotgun. I didn’t tell you this before, but I have my grandpa’s old service revolver. He always told me and my sister that it was decommissioned, but my dad apparently knew otherwise. I keep it tucked into the back of my jeans at all times. It had three bullets, one of them is gone, so only two left.
I’ll only be needing the one of course.
*
Morning. I’m feeling pretty low today. I think concentrating on getting my satchel back took my mind off things, but now I feel pretty deflated.
Surely that’s understandable? The village I knew and loved has been replaced with this sodding hell. I miss my family, my friends, TV and hot dinners and Instagram. Before all of this I was a pretty positive person. Sure, I had a bit of trouble getting up in the morning, but, once I was up, that was it. I’d meet the day’s challenges head on, try to enjoy myself as much as I could. Not today though.
Maybe if I write about Jonah I’ll cheer up. Not Jonah as he is now of course, Jonah when he was all smooth-skinned, curly-haired and bright-eyed. Now he’s like the anti-Jonah or something. His face looks like it lost a fight with an angry lobster. No, wait, I’m supposed to be writing about Jonah version one here.
He’s one of those people that I can’t remember meeting. My family has always lived around here and so there are lots of people who have just always been, if you get me. I always thought we would drunkenly get it together at a party – that’s what I’d usually do if there was a boy I liked. Classy.
*
I’ve perked up a bit. Out of sheer frustration I went upstairs (naughty, I know) and looked out of a window. Sure, I saw an ugly, wandering aimlessly as they always do, but I saw that the trees are starting to turn too. That means it’s nearly autumn, and I love autumn!
My sister and I always used to go out and kick leaves at each other in the autumn. I don’t know if it was because of her low centre of gravity, but my sister was amazing at it. She could somehow whip up a blazing whirlwind of golden-yellow and fire-red, surrounding us both in a leaf storm that I couldn’t help but flail my arms madly at. Then we’d both fall backwards into the leaves laughing, me wondering how on earth what had happened was possible. She was that good.
God, I let her down in the end.
*
I think I’ll stay away from the house with the shotgun tonight. It usually takes a day or two for a group of uglies to disperse once they’re all riled up. I could use the rest of that tinned food I suppose, but I’ve got plenty to be getting on with for now.
Instead, I think I’ll swing by another farmhouse I was scoping out before I decided to turn nocturnal. I never met the people who used to live there, but I remember Mum telling me they liked their privacy. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind me visiting now though.
Also, there’s a woodland between here and there and I might be able to find some leaves to kick about a bit. I think that would make me feel close to my sister again.
I’ll check back in later.
*
I’m still alive, but only just.
I made it through the woods just fine (only the odd leaf on the forest floor at the moment though, sadly), the trouble started at the farmhouse. I couldn’t get in – the doors and windows were barricaded – so I tried one of the outbuildings. Locked. It had a cat flap though.
My first instinct was to leave it, but then I wondered if there might be something useful inside. Lord knows what thinking about it now. I lifted the cat flap with one hand and shone the torch beam through with my other. That’s when an ugly dived at my pinkies. Luckily, it misjudged its leap and got a mouthful of plastic cat flap instead. As for me, I fell backwards onto my bum.
Next, the damn thing started bashing on the door from the inside. I don’t think it could ever have got out, but the noise attracted more uglies from out of nowhere. I only just managed to outmanoeuvre them and hightail it back into the woods.
That’s not the worst of it though. On the way back my leg started to hurt. A lot.
*
I woke up this morning and I’m walking with a limp. It’s funny, Dad had a limp when he and Mum died. He was nailing planks of wood across our windows and doors because there was no signal (as per bloody usual) and we thought that what was happening here was probably happening everywhere. It's only recently that I realised this was an isolated, local outbreak. Anyway, Dad dropped the hammer onto his toe, he always was useless at DIY. I think it was only a couple of hours after that when he and Mum were taken.
It was like a wave of death. No, not like, that’s exactly what it was. A hoard of uglies swept through the village, probably originating from the secret research facility in the woods we're not supposed to know about. My sister and I wouldn’t have had a prayer if Mum and Dad hadn’t charged down the first few that got into our house. They gave us just enough time to escape, to run away and leave them to die. My sister was screaming all the way and I had to drag her like she was four again.
She wouldn’t speak to me for a few days after that. I didn’t blame her, I hated myself too. But I would have hated myself even more if I hadn’t done what I did next. On my own, I snuck back into our house with the crowbar I found here. Then I dispatched my parents. I can’t bring myself to type it any other way. It wasn’t like in the movies, I didn’t pound their skulls into mush whilst sobbing, ‘Why?’ over and over again. I just found them, or what was left of them, forced the crowbar through each of their eye sockets, and came straight back here.
Then came the crying.
*
I haven’t told you about the heavy-duty gloves yet, have I?
After I got back from our old house, my sister started speaking to me again. A shared, day-long cry will do that for sisters. Once we felt up to it, we decided to explore the parts of the farmhouse we hadn’t searched yet. All the bedrooms were empty, only a few belongings flung about the place (I suspect the previous tenants left in a hurry). The problem came when we investigated the attic. Once we’d opened the ceiling panel in the upstairs hallway, once we’d pulled the compact staircase down, I went up. My sister stood at the top of the hatchway shining the torch beam over my shoulder. And that’s when it touched me. Terrified, I fell to my left, screaming as the thing came crashing down on top of me. I was yelling things like, ‘Shoot it!’ and, ‘Run!’ but my sister was just laughing her head off. I soon realised that my attacker was in fact a shop-window mannequin.
I think the people who previously lived here must have been arty (or into some seriously freaky stuff) because the mannequin was dressed in scarves, bandannas, ties, watches – loads of things. The rest of the attic was pretty empty but at least we got the mannequin’s gloves.
*
I’m not feeling good at the moment. I’ve got a sore throat and I’ve coughed up blood a couple of times. My leg pain is getting worse too.
I don’t think I’ll go out tonight. I have enough tins left and one of them is a Full English In A Can. Sounds pretty disgusting, but intriguing at the same time. I’ve been saving it for near the end. A sort of consolation prize.
*
There are two mattresses down here. Obviously one is mine, and the other one was my sister’s. After she died, I couldn’t bring myself to get rid of it. I don’t have a photo of her, only Guitar Girl’s. Her bed is the only thing of hers I have left. And she didn’t even sleep in it that many times.
*
The tinned Full English was vile! You’ve got to laugh though, what else can you do?
*
I’m crying as I write this. Tears of sorrow, shame and regret.
It happened as we were searching a cottage just off of the main road. We’d used Old Trusty to get inside, and I’d rushed straight into the kitchen to find the food. We’d run out more than a day before and I was famished. My sister followed me into the kitchen, a wide grin on her pretty little face because I was sitting there with an open can of beans. Then one of them came at her from behind. I must have walked right past it on my stupid way to the cupboards. It bit into her neck and blood gushed over the tiles in a torrent. As she yelled out in agony, I leapt up and implanted the crowbar right into the thing’s skull. It crumpled to the floor, but the damage was done.
‘Don’t let me lose myself.’ That was the last thing my sister whispered to me before she passed out. Her wound was much more severe than mine is, and much closer to the brain. That seems to make it quicker. I took grandpa’s revolver from behind my back and blew her brains out.
I buried her in the back garden.
*
After my sister died I went kind of crazy. I took Old Trusty out across the fields and pulverised every ugly I could find. I don’t even remember it that well, it was just, find, kill, find, kill…
We’d only been going out in daylight before then but, in my anger, I carried on through the nights. That’s how I learned about their inability to evade in darkness. Eventually, though, one got me. I found three munching on a dead cow and ran straight at them. Took out the first two easily enough, but the third managed to scratch my leg with a bloody fingernail just before I clobbered it into oblivion. Once I realised its nail had broken the skin, it was like a switch had been flicked inside me. That’s it, I’m dead too. I lost my bloodlust and came back here.
*
If none of this had happened, I think my sister would have eventually gone into medicine. I was doing okay at College but she was top of her class at school. And she had a really kind nature too. She’d never squish any bugs that got trapped in our house; she’d get a glass, scoop the little critter up and seal it inside with a book. Then she’d take it outside and release it, even if it was a wasp.
*
I’ve decided that here’s not the place. I'll hit Submit and then I’m going to do it in those woods I wrote about; consider this diary as my Note. I’ll be able to find a nice spot to sit and look at the trees, some place that's calm and peaceful. I’m going to leave the picture of Guitar Girl in this cellar, she belongs in this house. The tree leaves will remind me of my sister more than any photo ever could anyway.
I guess all that’s left to say is thank you for listening.
I know it’s possible that no one will ever read this, but that’s not really the point is it?
Love,
X
*
Thanks for reading! If you want more from this universe check out The X and Wye Anthology Series
-- Jack
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After reading 'Die with zero's - This is something that I was wondering if I could get some more insight on. When calculating your FI number, everyone just follows the 4 percent rule -- save 25 times your living expenses, live off the interest, and then retire.
Does the 4 percent rule take into account paying down the principal though? If it doesn't, shouldn't you recalculate so you will roughly pay down your egg to close to 0 by the time you will most likely die? That way you can retire even earlier.
Just seeing if I could get any opinions on this, thanks!

Ik moest dit even kwijt, dit hier plaatsen geeft hetzelfde gevoel als irl mijn verhaal luchten.
Ik heb het gevoel alsof ik in hele hoge toeren rijd, maar ik niet kan opschakelen en het enige wat ik kan doen is remmen of opblazen. Ik doe niet eens heel veel, ik loop 1-2x per dag een kwartiertje met de hond en in de avond nog 3 kwartier. Ondertussen ruim ik de vaatwasser uit en haal ik de vuilnisbak op. Toch voelt het alsof ik over mijn grenzen heen ga, alsof ik toch te veel doe, terwijl mijn begeleiders zeggen dat ik nóg meer moet doen, dat ik nog vaker naar buiten moet en nog vaker met mensen moet praten. Maar ik kan dat niet, en ik zeg tegen mezelf dat ik het wel kan en dat ik me niet moet aanstellen. Stel ik mezelf aan? Of zeg ik dat omdat ik wil doen wat andere mensen van mij verwachten? Verwachten mensen dingen van me, of heb ik het zo geïnterpreteerd?
Ooit moet ik weer naar school wordt tegen me gezegd, hoelang dat ook mag duren. Toch leg ik druk op mezelf om dat deze zomer al te fixen, want God forbid dat ik, die nooit ergens moeite heeft en alles kan en alles lukt, hulp nodig heeft en misschien toch niet alles zo makkelijk aankan. Dat dingen in het leven niet op te lossen zijn door niks te doen want het lukt je toch wel, je bent toch wel slim genoeg dus waarom moeite doen? Ik ben me zo bewust van alles wat ik fout doe en toch lukt het me niet om daar dan iets aan te doen, ik kan alleen maar toekijken naar alles wat ik doe zonder het gevoel dat ik er controle over heb, ik ben mezelf en toch weer niet.
Ik zit zo vol, en morgen is het waarschijnlijk weer voorbij, dan kan ik alles weer een paar weken negeren en doen alsof het wel prima gaat. En hoe langer ik zeg dat het prima gaat hoe meer ik het ga geloven. Want ‘iedereen heeft het wel eens vervelend', en ‘niemand vindt school leuk', gefeliciteerd??? Wat heb ik daaraan? ‘Je moet op een punt gewoon gaan, in plaats van alles ontwijken en thuis in je bubbel blijven zitten', dat is dus precies wat ik probeer. Maar mijn hersenen bewegen sneller dan mijn benen kunnen bijhouden. De klok tikt te snel, ik zit in de knel, snap ik het allemaal nog wel?
Ik begrijp niks meer, alles waarvan ik denk het te begrijpen blijkt niet waar. Ik zeg tegen mensen dat het me niks meer boeit, maar het boeit me zó veel, want het boeit andere mensen. Ik kan niks voor mezelf doen, alles wat ik ooit heb gedaan lijkt wel voor iemand anders te zijn. Ik sla compleet op slot als iemand vraagt of die een punt van mijn pizza mag, ik wil iedereen altijd blij maken. Ik geef mijn eigen welzijn weg aan anderen, want dat is het juiste om te doen. Altijd aardig tegen iedereen zijn, want dat vinden zij leuk. Niks maakt mij blijer dan een 'dankjewel’ als ik mijn vader zijn thee breng, als ik vraag of iemand koekjes wil. Constant kijken of de ander wel lekker in zijn vel zit, zonder dat bij mezelf te doen. Ik ben vast niet altijd aardig, maar het liefst wil ik dat wel zijn.
Ik wil zo hard gillen, totdat mijn stembanden scheuren en ik dood neerval. Maar ik kan niet gillen, ik gil heel vaak maar dan komt er niet eens lucht uit. Ik kan niet gillen want gillen is een vervelend geluid en moet je niet doen, dat heeft de juf gezegd. Ik kan niet gillen want dan maak ik andere mensen wakker, dan worden andere mensen boos op mij, dan stel ik andere mensen teleur.
Deze wereld is niet voor mij gemaakt, maar daar is niks aan te doen dus moet ik maar doorgaan. Tuurlijk, ik heb wel eens een leuk gesprek op een verjaardag gehad, of 8 uur school inclusief 2 uur gym overleefd zonder ook maar een beetje overprikkeld te raken, maar dat soort momenten kan ik op 1 hand tellen, die 3 vingers mist.
Ik lach me uit elke zware situatie, als er iets is kan ik er wel een grap over maken. Zoals dit. Lachen is beleefd en van lachen word je blij. Ik kan mijn psycholoog met een lach op mijn gezicht vertellen hoe kut ik me voel, zonder door te hebben dat mijn mondhoeken naar 12 uur wijzen.
Ik weet niet hoe ik me kut moet voelen, ik wist tot kortgeleden niet eens dat er lastige dingen waren in de wereld, mijn zorgen waren alleen maar of ik de hoogste spelling of rekenscore van de school had, en of ik die dan nog van 99% naar 100% kon krijgen zoals de juf me had voorgesteld. Hard werken was leuk want hard werken was makkelijk. Ben ik nu lui geworden? Probeer ik het wel hard genoeg? Hoe moeilijk kan het zijn? Het is maar een trein met 500 mensen, een lokaal met 30 mensen, een straat met 12 auto's of een toets met 5 vragen. Anderen lukt het ook, en ik moet beter zijn dan zij. Ik moet slimmer zijn dan zij. Anders ben ik niet meer de slimste van de klas. Bij schoolzwemmen werd ik een keer verslagen door iemand die niet eens op zwemmen zat en dat voelde zo kut, en dat lieten andere kinderen mij ook lekker merken. Terwijl ik de rest van de tijd 24 baantjes zwom in de tijd dat de rest nog geen 12 deed.
Ik kan vast nog 1000 pagina's schrijven, maar daar schiet ik niks mee op.
Ik zeg eerlijk, ik weet niet hoeveel van wat ik heb geschreven waar is, of ik dat echt voel of dat ik dat uit mijn duim zuig. Ik heb geen idee wat ik voel, wie de fuck ben ik?

Hi all. I'm still new to roleplaying on reddit, so forgive me if this listing is lacking in quality.
Here's some information about me.

• Located in EST (GMT - 5).
• 21+.
• Familiar with a lot of Anime and Video Games.
• Not single, so please don't bother trying to flirt with me.
• LGBTQIA+ Friendly
• I write 2-4 Paragraphs a post.

To prevent you from wasting your time, here are what I expect from a partner up front.

• 2-3 Paragraphs per post.
• At least one post every few days.
• 21+ Years Old.
• Third Person Only.
• Willing to work with me in controlling the world. I don't want either of us to end up having to 'carry' the entire roleplay ourselves. It should be a joint effort, so we can both enjoy ourselves!

With that out of the way, here's the pitch. I'm looking primarily for a long-term roleplaying partner that I can explore one (or more) of my premises with. If we click really well, then there's the possibility of lots and lots of different roleplays. I write as all genders but prefer not to play a girl alongside a partner playing a guy if romance is involved. I skew very heavily towards FxF pairings. I don't care about what gender you are, or what you were assigned as at birth. I have no problem playing with anything on(or off) the beautiful technicolour rainbow.
I will list the settings I'm currently looking for below. I don't want this to become a huge novel, so I'm going to keep each premise rather simple, but I do have a lot more detail to give. Message me with questions if you'd like to know more.
Fantasy: This roleplay will take place in a Fantasy Setting that I've already come up with a lot of information for. I have a few characters that I'd be interested in playing as, ranging from a Dark Mage to an optimistic, peppy Hero. Generally, it would involve adventuring to new places with a new partnecompanion (your character!) There may also be Video Game Elements in the setting--such as characters openly talking about their 'classes' like it's normal.
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Splatoon: While DJ Octavio is in charge of the Octarians, his music keeps octolings mind controlled. One octoling gal is part of a very elite unit, and always shows up hunting a specific agent inkling girl on the opposing side. There's an absolute archenemy vibe. The octoling is a silent sniper, and causes much grief and trouble during fights for the inkling. It practically becomes an obsession--she always targets THIS inkling specifically. That is the target she has been given.
Come DJ Octavio's defeat, despite all her conditioning she comes free from control, but like many octolings has no idea what to do now. How to go forward. Marina scoops them up and helps of course. Integration occurs. One day she passes her former target and is shocked to see her. Naturally, the octoling is unrecognizable. No goggles, new clothes. The inkling is followed into a turf war.
As some fights happen, the inkling gets that weird familiar sense as she comes under sniper fire, and realizes that once again, it's that damn octoling. She basically harasses the inkling in match after match (by going after her exclusively). It's the octoling's only way to feel connected at this point--she was obsessed, and it blossomed into a crush. So. Think for yourself from there.
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Yandere: Lexi was just about to leave campus, when she saw some poor girl getting bullied from the rearview mirror of her car. A bunch of people beating on her, messing up her books. She was ready to FIGHT, but by the time she got over there, the instigators had left. She does the next best thing--help up the girl from the ground, fetch her broken glasses, and see what she could do to help. Lexi had no idea just what a profound effect her simple act of kindness would have on this girl. That she would start being viewed as a savior. A savior by an unhinged student who'd immediately grow obsessed with her, worship her, and eventually believe they were soulmates. Take all of her words to heart, and completely grow attached to her.
(The start I outlined is just one idea--the general premise is for one unhinged girl to quickly fall for another girl, likely blowing a simple act out of proportion and thinking it was a sign, or held deeper meaning than it truly did.)
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Gundam: I'm a Gundam FANATIC. I'm familiar with all the tropes. I'll play in just about any Gundam Universe, and have plenty of ideas regarding them. In particular, handling things during the One Year War could be quite fun.
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Gunpla Battle: Going off of anime like Build Fighters, we'd be roleplaying through our characters meeting for the first time, working on models together and forming a blossoming friendship while dealing with crises and issues that arise as they work towards the top tournaments.
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Super Powers: I have a few different powered characters that work well in the setting. A Speedster, A girl with invisibility, A regenerator, and a Sentai-style hero who relies on tech/equipment. This can be done in an original setting, or folded into Marvel or DC.
Here are a bunch of other settings I'm basically ALWAYS looking to play with. If any of them tickle your fancy, PLEASE let me know. I'll let you know what I'm thinking immediately. I can do Canon plays and Original plays. For each of them, I already have ideas on what to do.

• Zero Escape
• Danganronpa
• Basically anything Nintendo (Mario, Zelda, Metroid. I have a strong penchant for Princess Peach.)
• SMT: Persona
• RWBY
• Life is Strange
• Tales of Series
• Barbie(don't judge)
• Star Wars
• River City Girls
• DC
• Marvel
• Lara Croft
• Resident Evil
• Naruto
• Eastward
• Fire Emblem
• Ikenfell
• Powerpuff Girls (Everything of LEGAL AGE, obviously..)
• Bayonetta
• Higurashi no Naku Koro Ni
• Final Fantasy

Disclaimer: I am not interested in playing males from the Marvel and DC Cinematic universe.
When I say a long-term partner, it means that we'll be writing together for quite a while, and we need to both be able to enjoy the play. I don't want things to be one-sided! I'm always eager and willing to hear other people's ideas as well, as something might strike me as fun to do, so feel free to shoot me a message if there's a role you're looking for that you believe I could fill. You can either send a Reddit Chat Request, or an actual private message.
​
If you're interested in roleplaying with me, please send me a message with a sample of your writing. Seeing how you write will definitely help in finding out whether we are a good match. The Sample doesn't have to be related to anything in this post or even made up on the spot.

Hi all. I'm still new to roleplaying on reddit, so forgive me if this listing is lacking in quality.
Here's some information about me.

• Located in EST (GMT - 5).
• 21+.
• Familiar with a lot of Anime and Video Games.
• Not single, so please don't bother trying to flirt with me.
• LGBTQIA+ Friendly
• I write 2-4 Paragraphs a post.

To prevent you from wasting your time, here are what I expect from a partner up front.

• 2-3 Paragraphs per post.
• At least one post every few days.
• 21+ Years Old.
• Third Person Only.
• Willing to work with me in controlling the world. I don't want either of us to end up having to 'carry' the entire roleplay ourselves. It should be a joint effort, so we can both enjoy ourselves!

With that out of the way, here's the pitch. I'm looking primarily for a long-term roleplaying partner that I can explore one (or more) of my premises with. If we click really well, then there's the possibility of lots and lots of different roleplays. I write as all genders but prefer not to play a girl alongside a partner playing a guy if romance is involved. I skew very heavily towards FxF pairings. I don't care about what gender you are, or what you were assigned as at birth. I have no problem playing with anything on(or off) the beautiful technicolour rainbow.
I will list the settings I'm currently looking for below. I don't want this to become a huge novel, so I'm going to keep each premise rather simple, but I do have a lot more detail to give. Message me with questions if you'd like to know more.
Fantasy: This roleplay will take place in a Fantasy Setting that I've already come up with a lot of information for. I have a few characters that I'd be interested in playing as, ranging from a Dark Mage to an optimistic, peppy Hero. Generally, it would involve adventuring to new places with a new partnecompanion (your character!) There may also be Video Game Elements in the setting--such as characters openly talking about their 'classes' like it's normal.
​
Splatoon: While DJ Octavio is in charge of the Octarians, his music keeps octolings mind controlled. One octoling gal is part of a very elite unit, and always shows up hunting a specific agent inkling girl on the opposing side. There's an absolute archenemy vibe. The octoling is a silent sniper, and causes much grief and trouble during fights for the inkling. It practically becomes an obsession--she always targets THIS inkling specifically. That is the target she has been given.
Come DJ Octavio's defeat, despite all her conditioning she comes free from control, but like many octolings has no idea what to do now. How to go forward. Marina scoops them up and helps of course. Integration occurs. One day she passes her former target and is shocked to see her. Naturally, the octoling is unrecognizable. No goggles, new clothes. The inkling is followed into a turf war.
As some fights happen, the inkling gets that weird familiar sense as she comes under sniper fire, and realizes that once again, it's that damn octoling. She basically harasses the inkling in match after match (by going after her exclusively). It's the octoling's only way to feel connected at this point--she was obsessed, and it blossomed into a crush. So. Think for yourself from there.
​
Yandere: Lexi was just about to leave campus, when she saw some poor girl getting bullied from the rearview mirror of her car. A bunch of people beating on her, messing up her books. She was ready to FIGHT, but by the time she got over there, the instigators had left. She does the next best thing--help up the girl from the ground, fetch her broken glasses, and see what she could do to help. Lexi had no idea just what a profound effect her simple act of kindness would have on this girl. That she would start being viewed as a savior. A savior by an unhinged student who'd immediately grow obsessed with her, worship her, and eventually believe they were soulmates. Take all of her words to heart, and completely grow attached to her.
(The start I outlined is just one idea--the general premise is for one unhinged girl to quickly fall for another girl, likely blowing a simple act out of proportion and thinking it was a sign, or held deeper meaning than it truly did.)
​
Gundam: I'm a Gundam FANATIC. I'm familiar with all the tropes. I'll play in just about any Gundam Universe, and have plenty of ideas regarding them. In particular, handling things during the One Year War could be quite fun.
​
Gunpla Battle: Going off of anime like Build Fighters, we'd be roleplaying through our characters meeting for the first time, working on models together and forming a blossoming friendship while dealing with crises and issues that arise as they work towards the top tournaments.
​
Super Powers: I have a few different powered characters that work well in the setting. A Speedster, A girl with invisibility, A regenerator, and a Sentai-style hero who relies on tech/equipment. This can be done in an original setting, or folded into Marvel or DC.
Here are a bunch of other settings I'm basically ALWAYS looking to play with. If any of them tickle your fancy, PLEASE let me know. I'll let you know what I'm thinking immediately. I can do Canon plays and Original plays. For each of them, I already have ideas on what to do.

• Zero Escape
• Danganronpa
• Basically anything Nintendo (Mario, Zelda, Metroid. I have a strong penchant for Princess Peach.)
• SMT: Persona
• RWBY
• Life is Strange
• Tales of Series
• Barbie(don't judge)
• Star Wars
• River City Girls
• DC
• Marvel
• Lara Croft
• Resident Evil
• Naruto
• Eastward
• Fire Emblem
• Ikenfell
• Powerpuff Girls (Everything of LEGAL AGE, obviously..)
• Bayonetta
• Higurashi no Naku Koro Ni
• Final Fantasy

Disclaimer: I am not interested in playing males from the Marvel and DC Cinematic universe.
When I say a long-term partner, it means that we'll be writing together for quite a while, and we need to both be able to enjoy the play. I don't want things to be one-sided! I'm always eager and willing to hear other people's ideas as well, as something might strike me as fun to do, so feel free to shoot me a message if there's a role you're looking for that you believe I could fill. You can either send a Reddit Chat Request, or an actual private message.
​
If you're interested in roleplaying with me, please send me a message with a sample of your writing. Seeing how you write will definitely help in finding out whether we are a good match. The Sample doesn't have to be related to anything in this post or even made up on the spot.

I watched a video from xclusive ace yesterday asking for a limited time “classic” playlist which includes normal mini map operation, where unsuppressed fire pings on the mini map. Also perk system reverts to normal and there is no countdown. I think it would be really cool to see how it changes the flow of the game and see if it feels better or worst. Which I’m willing to bet it will make the maps flow much better and make gameplay more fun. There’s really nothing to lose except for proving that IW was wrong to ever take that away which I’ll be honest don’t know if they have the courage to do.

From what I read, 6a is better with everything.
tldr:
pixel 6a has better:
- ram
- cpu
- camera
- battery (more mAh)
- longer android updates by 3/4 years
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neo has better:
- refresh rate (but its bad for batterye)
- 1h faster charging (vs pixel's 2h)
- 23g lower weight (!!!, big one for me)
- subjective but it looks a bit better imo, 6a looks cheap
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i personally dont care about 1h faster charging nor about refresh rate because i feel it drains battery faster (and thus u need to charge more often, and decrease total battery life more)
the only thing i like about neo is that its lower weight and maybe visually looking better.
Im tired of phones that i cant take anywhere coz theyre too heavy and theyre dragging my pants down or theyre making it uncomforotable when im running/exercising coz of their size or dimensions, or theyre dragging my pockets/pants down. here NEO does better
about refresh rate: and to be fair im using 60ghz refresh rate on 166 refresh monitor with my desktop anyway, what do i need 144ghz on phone for, to read mails and use location? lol. i even game on 60ghz on desktop coz i feel its wasteful to use 166ghz, unless maybe i really like the game but thats rare nowadays.
​
ill probably go with pixel 6a cause its clearly better, i saw people recommending IPHONES in this price range but i really dislike apple and their products
questions:

1. what do you guys think, 6a vs moto edge neo and why?
2. or some other phone (not iphone) ?
3. is pixel 6a good choice if i want a phone for many long years? (minimum 6), kinda worried about battery dying which seems to always happen to my phones after few years. that said i am not a power user, i only use phone for calling, gpu location, browsing, and rarely - photos)

I know it’s a yearly release. Does it just die when the new game drops or do they still have some content/players in previous futs (like 22 right now for example). Im a real casual player, like extremely casual and really cannot be f’d doing this crap from scratch every year.

They do feel a little lacklustre, due to how easily inconsistent they feel (especially compared to PvE)
Just some quick points - Give them (more) HP. Maybe it’s just me but I feel like anything 1 shots them. Anything rapid fire or AoE will shred through a whole swarm. It also doesn’t help that they tend to travel in a single-file formation. Give them a small HP pool (like 40hp) so they don’t die so easy.

• Improve AI. More frequently or not, they seem to track inconsistently, with ones that spawn in the outer radius going wherever they feel like (instead of closest enemy). It also feels like the tracking radius is too inconsistent, where they come back to me, despite there clearly being enemies on my radar. This is especially noticeable during Needle Storm, where threadlings go wherever. They also tend to have a frequency to go haywire when they spawn on walls.

Improve their tracking so a.) they lock onto a single target. b.) they can target further. c.) they prioritise enemies instead of coming back to you.

• Improve hit detection. Once again, I feel like when visibly 3 threadlings attack a target, only 2 register. Their jump also tends to miss moving targets (it seems it stops tracking then), making them easy to bait out You can launch an entire swarm of 8 and only 2 seem to hit a target since the others miss.
  
• Allow them to jump small gaps Allow them to jump small gaps, rather than go down and back up the wall (looking at you burning shrine hallway)
  

Hi all. I'm still new to roleplaying on reddit, so forgive me if this listing is lacking in quality.
Here's some information about me.

• Located in EST (GMT - 5).
• 21+.
• Familiar with a lot of Anime and Video Games.
• Not single, so please don't bother trying to flirt with me.
• LGBTQIA+ Friendly
• I write 2-4 Paragraphs a post.

To prevent you from wasting your time, here are what I expect from a partner up front.

• 2-3 Paragraphs per post.
• At least one post every few days.
• 21+ Years Old.
• Third Person Only.
• Willing to work with me in controlling the world. I don't want either of us to end up having to 'carry' the entire roleplay ourselves. It should be a joint effort, so we can both enjoy ourselves!

With that out of the way, here's the pitch. I'm looking primarily for a long-term roleplaying partner that I can explore one (or more) of my premises with. If we click really well, then there's the possibility of lots and lots of different roleplays. I write as all genders but prefer not to play a girl alongside a partner playing a guy if romance is involved. I skew very heavily towards FxF pairings. I don't care about what gender you are, or what you were assigned as at birth. I have no problem playing with anything on(or off) the beautiful technicolour rainbow.
I will list the settings I'm currently looking for below. I don't want this to become a huge novel, so I'm going to keep each premise rather simple, but I do have a lot more detail to give. Message me with questions if you'd like to know more.
Fantasy: This roleplay will take place in a Fantasy Setting that I've already come up with a lot of information for. I have a few characters that I'd be interested in playing as, ranging from a Dark Mage to an optimistic, peppy Hero. Generally, it would involve adventuring to new places with a new partnecompanion (your character!) There may also be Video Game Elements in the setting--such as characters openly talking about their 'classes' like it's normal.
​
Splatoon: While DJ Octavio is in charge of the Octarians, his music keeps octolings mind controlled. One octoling gal is part of a very elite unit, and always shows up hunting a specific agent inkling girl on the opposing side. There's an absolute archenemy vibe. The octoling is a silent sniper, and causes much grief and trouble during fights for the inkling. It practically becomes an obsession--she always targets THIS inkling specifically. That is the target she has been given.
Come DJ Octavio's defeat, despite all her conditioning she comes free from control, but like many octolings has no idea what to do now. How to go forward. Marina scoops them up and helps of course. Integration occurs. One day she passes her former target and is shocked to see her. Naturally, the octoling is unrecognizable. No goggles, new clothes. The inkling is followed into a turf war.
As some fights happen, the inkling gets that weird familiar sense as she comes under sniper fire, and realizes that once again, it's that damn octoling. She basically harasses the inkling in match after match (by going after her exclusively). It's the octoling's only way to feel connected at this point--she was obsessed, and it blossomed into a crush. So. Think for yourself from there.
​
Yandere: Lexi was just about to leave campus, when she saw some poor girl getting bullied from the rearview mirror of her car. A bunch of people beating on her, messing up her books. She was ready to FIGHT, but by the time she got over there, the instigators had left. She does the next best thing--help up the girl from the ground, fetch her broken glasses, and see what she could do to help. Lexi had no idea just what a profound effect her simple act of kindness would have on this girl. That she would start being viewed as a savior. A savior by an unhinged student who'd immediately grow obsessed with her, worship her, and eventually believe they were soulmates. Take all of her words to heart, and completely grow attached to her.
(The start I outlined is just one idea--the general premise is for one unhinged girl to quickly fall for another girl, likely blowing a simple act out of proportion and thinking it was a sign, or held deeper meaning than it truly did.)
​
Gundam: I'm a Gundam FANATIC. I'm familiar with all the tropes. I'll play in just about any Gundam Universe, and have plenty of ideas regarding them. In particular, handling things during the One Year War could be quite fun.
​
Gunpla Battle: Going off of anime like Build Fighters, we'd be roleplaying through our characters meeting for the first time, working on models together and forming a blossoming friendship while dealing with crises and issues that arise as they work towards the top tournaments.
​
Super Powers: I have a few different powered characters that work well in the setting. A Speedster, A girl with invisibility, A regenerator, and a Sentai-style hero who relies on tech/equipment. This can be done in an original setting, or folded into Marvel or DC.
Here are a bunch of other settings I'm basically ALWAYS looking to play with. If any of them tickle your fancy, PLEASE let me know. I'll let you know what I'm thinking immediately. I can do Canon plays and Original plays. For each of them, I already have ideas on what to do.

• Zero Escape
• Danganronpa
• Basically anything Nintendo (Mario, Zelda, Metroid. I have a strong penchant for Princess Peach.)
• SMT: Persona
• RWBY
• Life is Strange
• Tales of Series
• Barbie(don't judge)
• Star Wars
• River City Girls
• DC
• Marvel
• Lara Croft
• Resident Evil
• Naruto
• Eastward
• Fire Emblem
• Ikenfell
• Powerpuff Girls (Everything of LEGAL AGE, obviously..)
• Bayonetta
• Higurashi no Naku Koro Ni
• Final Fantasy

Disclaimer: I am not interested in playing males from the Marvel and DC Cinematic universe.
When I say a long-term partner, it means that we'll be writing together for quite a while, and we need to both be able to enjoy the play. I don't want things to be one-sided! I'm always eager and willing to hear other people's ideas as well, as something might strike me as fun to do, so feel free to shoot me a message if there's a role you're looking for that you believe I could fill. You can either send a Reddit Chat Request, or an actual private message.
​
If you're interested in roleplaying with me, please send me a message with a sample of your writing. Seeing how you write will definitely help in finding out whether we are a good match. The Sample doesn't have to be related to anything in this post or even made up on the spot.

• Moves to Dubai, YouTube's exploding, people working for him.
  
• Decides that he needs to focus on his inner passion of training, fires his staff, says he'll upload way less, says he's moving to Thailand to train.
  
• Starts posting quite frequently, moves back to his parents house, breaks up with his girl (because he "wanted to focus").
  
• Starts an online school, back with his girl, no sign of his "self-discovery whilst training" in sight.
  

I can't be the only one noticing this... I never really bought into Hamza's cult-ness and community, but I think I have a general idea.
1) He doesn't know what the fuck to do - he thinks to do X, then does Y, then he ends up doing Z etc.
2) I think bro's genuinely lost.
3) He preaches what he wants to hear / what applies to his situation / what validates his experiences.
4) He's chasing the bag the same way he was whilst doing the more "mainstream" stuff. He tells everyone that people are cancelling him, ad-revenue is going down, how he wants to move on from the mainstream stuff and keep everything to his "boys" (massive emphasis on "boys"). Then, he fires everyone to cut costs, makes low productive videos that still get good views (whilst keeping all the money), starts an online school for his "boys". Yeah, doesn't take a a genius to figure out what he's doing.
Relationship advice is ass. Health advice is okay (you can get better info elsewhere). Other self-improvement info is alright though.

I missed pulling Layla when she was released.
Her E, Nights of Formal Focus, does the following,

Puts forth a shield known as the Curtain of Slumber, dealing AoE Cryo DMG. The Curtain of Slumber's DMG Absorption is based on Layla's Max HP and absorbs Cryo DMG with 250% effectiveness. When the shield is deployed, Layla will have Cryo applied to her briefly.

Night Stars and Shooting Stars While the Curtain of Slumber is active, it will create 1 Night Star that will be attached to it every 1.5s. When a character protected by this shield uses an Elemental Skill, 2 Night Stars will be created. Night Stars can be created once every 0.3s in this way. A maximum of 4 Night Stars can be accumulated at any one time. Once the Curtain of Slumber has accumulated 4 Night Stars and there are opponents nearby, these Night Stars will transform into homing Shooting Stars that will be fired off in sequence, dealing Cryo DMG to any opponents hit. If the Curtain of Slumber's duration ends or it is destroyed, the Night Stars will disappear. If they are already being fired off as Shooting Stars, these Shooting Stars will last until this wave of shots ends.
New Night Stars cannot be created until the previous wave of Shooting Stars has been fired completely.
I was wondering if Lisa spamming E can create lots of them?
It's probably still not good but since I like both characters I was thinking of making a fun comp with them both with an on-field Lisa.

Before my father died, he made my mother the sole heir of the house and our other assets.
We are a family of 3. My sister (37), my mom (68), and I (25). Now, the situation is that my mom and my sister are not on good terms. We all live under the same roof and there’s constant quarrels everyday between them both. My sister regularly forces my mom to make a will naming her as the sole heir of the house and dividing other assets equally between us. But my mom is against it as she does not want the house to go to her. My sister is absolute hell to live with and she has even physically assaulted my mom on multiple occasions during their tiffs. Naturally, my mom does not want to include her in the will and my sister regularly threatens her that she will lawyer up and claim everything that is rightfully hers.
So, my question is this: can my sister rightfully claim anything that belonged to my father which is now in my mother’s name? The time of settling things amicably has passed and it’s only a matter of time when she hires a lawyer and stakes a claim in my mom’s assets. If my mom decides to name me as her rightful heir, will I have to contest it with my sister since she’s my blood sibling? I’m unaware of inheritance laws so any help is much appreciated.
Edit based on a reply: We’re Hindu
The property in question was bought by our father. Not ancestral.

Dear Complete-Light-2909,
I really did not mean to not respond. It's just that I get busy, especially during the weekdays. I switch jobs at the end of the month so I am pushing extra hard on two ends. But I think you deserve responses to your points. But can we take just one point at a time?
About the homelessness issue here's a sample of what you wrote:

Fair enough. But to be clear the questions I posed about the organization with helping the homeless and the hungry will not be answered?
Maybe you die hards should start helping the starving folks instead of lining the pockets of a corrupt and cult organization.

I feel we did touch on it, but maybe not as thoroughly as you wanted. Dignitynduty had some thoughts. I also addressed it here (scroll down until you hit the section starting with "Since starting to chant...").
I know very little about the SGI in Japan. My perspective on the SGI-USA is basically from what I see in my district, occasional Zoom meetings at the chapter or region level, and publications. My entire practice has been through the pandemic lockdown so my experience is very different from yours. Also I think you raised a fair point when you said that there's a big difference between practicing in LA and in the rural heartland.
May I continue to respond to your question through a personal lens? As you acknowledged, in April my wife and I start our third year of practice. But just on March 5th we celebrated our first year anniversary of receiving our Gohonzon and becoming formal SGI members. "May Contributions" starts in a few weeks and the requirement is you have to be a member for one full year before formally participating through your portal (although we have sent in monthly checks by mail and they were never returned). Finally, we are eligible to participate.
As a family we are proud that we donate to a lot of causes. We donate regularly to the Red Cross disaster efforts both in the United States and abroad. Our favorite cause is the local Ukrainian Center and they provide financial and material support to their homeland. We contribute funds, boxes of goods (very much like what your children do), and one of us does hours of both volunteer and paid work.
Let me join these two strands of thought. When it comes to helping important problems--like homelessness, starvation, and disasters-- our choice is to go through an organization like the American Red Cross that knows exactly the best way to do this. This should be our choice. The SGI-USA organization has another purpose totally and we back that 100%. So I don't think that "start helping the starving folks" is a fair criticism.
As far as "lining the pockets of a corrupt and cult organization" goes, the SGI USA has a lot of expenses. We have many (I read somewhere over a hundred) activity centers that require rent, utilities, and upkeep. Each year we are building more centers. Where we live, depending on traffic and weather, it can take two to three hours to get to one. Everyone here is chanting that we can have a center much closer to us. (That is not just a funding decision, we have to raise enough people to sustain one.) We have a gorgeous Conference Center in Florida which we hope to attend someday. There are many staff members who deserve decent salaries and benefits. We have a wonderful online footprint and publications that must be paid for.
With all of these expenses, I simply don't see where the modest contributions my family and others make can stretch far enough to "line the pockets" of anything or anyone.
I hope you can accept these comments as sincere attempts to address your concern at least partially. It's the best I can do from my standpoint. Sorry but I have to run and start my day.

Leviticus 20:9-21 (ESV)

⁹ For anyone who curses his father or his mother shall surely be put to death; he has cursed his father or his mother; his blood is upon him.
Punishments for Sexual Immorality
¹⁰ “If a man commits adultery with the wife of^a his neighbor, both the adulterer and the adulteress shall surely be put to death. ¹¹ If a man lies with his father's wife, he has uncovered his father's nakedness; both of them shall surely be put to death; their blood is upon them. ¹² If a man lies with his daughter-in-law, both of them shall surely be put to death; they have committed perversion; their blood is upon them. ¹³ If a man lies with a male as with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination; they shall surely be put to death; their blood is upon them. ¹⁴ If a man takes a woman and her mother also, it is depravity; he and they shall be burned with fire, that there may be no depravity among you. ¹⁵ If a man lies with an animal, he shall surely be put to death, and you shall kill the animal. ¹⁶ If a woman approaches any animal and lies with it, you shall kill the woman and the animal; they shall surely be put to death; their blood is upon them.
¹⁷ “If a man takes his sister, a daughter of his father or a daughter of his mother, and sees her nakedness, and she sees his nakedness, it is a disgrace, and they shall be cut off in the sight of the children of their people. He has uncovered his sister's nakedness, and he shall bear his iniquity. ¹⁸ If a man lies with a woman during her menstrual period and uncovers her nakedness, he has made naked her fountain, and she has uncovered the fountain of her blood. Both of them shall be cut off from among their people. ¹⁹ You shall not uncover the nakedness of your mother's sister or of your father's sister, for that is to make naked one's relative; they shall bear their iniquity. ²⁰ If a man lies with his uncle's wife, he has uncovered his uncle's nakedness; they shall bear their sin; they shall die childless. ²¹ If a man takes his brother's wife, it is impurity.^b He has uncovered his brother's nakedness; they shall be childless.
. . .

Footnotes

a. Leviticus 20:10 Hebrew repeats if a man commits adultery with the wife of b. Leviticus 20:21 Literally menstrual impurity

Questions

1. Verse 9 speaks against cursing one's father and mother. This isn't the only time the Bible talks about honoring one's parents (10 commandments, Matthew 15:4, ...). Why would this message be important?
2. The start of verse 10 is repeated in the Hebrew text. Does that have some special meaning in Hebrew or could it have been an accident during a copying of the text?
3. We see a few times in these verses phrases like "his blood is upon him" (v9) or "their blood is upon them" (v11, 12, 13, ...). What does that phrase mean?
4. Verse 21 speaks against a man taking his brother's wife. However in Deuteronomy 25:5-10, we read that a man is to marry his brother's wife if the brother were to die and to have children. With a superficial reading, it sounds like these verses contradict. How is it these verses don't actually contradict?
5. A majority of today's readings are on sexual immorality. Are these prohibitions coming purely from a practical level (avoid conflict with a neighbor, avoid incest, ...) or is there a deeper reason for these prohibitions? What's the reason for these prohibitions?

Please feel free to leave thoughts, comments, and questions of your own!

Hi,
I'm recreating a "portal" effect (from the game with the same name), which is creating portals at runtime (when fired from a portal gun - arbitrary). The portals consist of a mesh which draws a render texture material of the linked portal's camera, and a camera, which sends a render texture image to the linked portal. Here is my issue:
When creating a portal and linking it, everything works as intended. The cameras correctly offset themselves, the portals are placed in the right locations, except for the render. The render texture is experiencing a weird issue where it simply does not render. It renders the very first frame, but does not update with the camera's positions at all.
However, if I create the portals before and link them in the editor, THEN press play, everything works just as intended. I imagine it has to be related to a camera drawing issue at a given time. A hacky fix I figured I could do was never destroy the portals, simply keep them spawned in the world and move them, but I would still like to know why this is happening.
The code for the portal: https://hastebin.com/share/eqaqodudeb.csharp
The code for the main camera, which is responsible for asking the portals to render: https://hastebin.com/share/mipofomufo.csharp
A vague image showing the issue: https://i.imgur.com/GeNR9jG.png
Thanks for any help you can provide. I just want to get to the bottom of this issue.
Also, thanks and credits to Sebastian Lague on Youtube, who was the original author of the above edited code. Their ingenious portal mathematics is the driver, I'm just a passenger trying to utilise this code.

Hello, I got back on Elden Ring, have not played for a looong time, and I just realized there are only some trophies missing until I have the platinum... there is a boss I tried many times but I die very fast, and I need somebody or two people who can carry me for this trophy on playstation
it´s the dragonlord placidusax....
I am standing at the "beside the great bridge" fire... the password is 5555

I should start this story by saying that I'm not one who scares easily. I'm a blue collar dude who's been an outdoorsman my entire life. I was born a fighter and know how to take care of myself. I digress.
I grew up outside of Detroit in the 90s/2000s. As a past time I'd go out to the abandoned buildings in the city. We'd go explore and cause a little harmless trouble as teenagers are known to do. On a brisk late October night I found myself sitting in my truck bored on a Friday night. I got the bright idea to go out to the city and explore some of the abandoned houses in the more shady areas of Detroit. In the past, I'd ALWAYS go with other people. Me having the typical "I'm invincible" attitude that most young teenage boys have, I went by myself. Me being the moron I was at that time, I went alone... Of course. I drive out to the shadiest neighborhood I knew of at the time and picked an abandoned house at random. I decided that I was going to park my truck about a block away and walk to the house as to not draw too much attention to myself. As I'm walking to the house I saw the typical streets of Detroit characters. A couple of ladies of the night, dealers, and a more than normal amount of homeless dudes. As I'm walking threw that back alley to get to the back door I hear faint noises of someone behind me. Not unusual for the situation. I keep my hand on a good size hunting knife that I always carry just in case I need to defend myself. (Thankfully I've never had to use it.) I hear the gravel become louder and louder. I look behind me and see 3 ppl turning the corner onto the same alley I went down. So I did what anyone would do. I booked it as fast as I could and hopped a fence into a yard and hid in an overgrown bush. My heart thumping and breath sharply panting I stay as quiet as I possibly could. As I sit there concealed I see the three guys walk no further than 5 feet away from me. I hear them say, "he can't be too far. I know he jumped a fence." As they keep walking down that dark alley, I start to regain my composure. I think to myself "I came all the way here, I'm going into an abandoned house." I turn around and start my way towards the back door of the house. The houses have plywood over all the windows and doors. So, I pry open the wood from the bottom of the door and crawl into the house. Once I get in the house I see the typical things you see in an abandoned house. Spray painted walls, trash, holes in the floor, ect. I make my way upstairs to the top floor to see what's up there. As I make my way from room to room I hear a loud "thud" on the wall closest to the back yard. After which I hear "I know you're in there." I hit the sprint threw the hallway to the room across from the room I was in. I hear another "thud" and voices saying "Come out here. You don't belong here." I freeze trying to figure out what I'm going to do. As I'm racking my brain I hear them say, "there's no way out. We're going to catch you." In a raspy, smokers voice. I then hear faint popping sounds coming from the first floor. Just then I smell the unmistakable smell of smoke. It was then that I realized that I'm in very deadly trouble. They lit the house on fire! I start running from room to room loosing my mind. I then think to myself, "get it together! You life literally depends on it." As the flames start traveling up the only stairwell, I start pushing on every border window I could find. Not a single one of them would budge. At this point I have never been so fearful in my entire life. It was just then that I remember the windows leading to the roof in the attic. I start frantically searching for the stairs that lead to the attic. By this time the hallway has filled with black smoke and flames start bursting the top of the stairs I came up from. The flames licking the ceiling and quickly make their way to the end of the hallway. FINALLY! By the light of the flames, I find the way to the attic! I pull the string to the hideaway stairs and run up them faster than I've ever ran before. I make my way to the window and kick out the glass. I make my way onto the roof and take the most refreshing breath I've ever taken in my life. However. I know I'm still not out of the weeds yet. I frantically start looking for a soft place to land. The house being 3 stories I knew that wasn't an option. In my head I'm saying it's better than dying. Just then I run past the peek of the roof to see the house next door is only a ten foot gap to the other roof. I take about a 15 foot running start and jump to the other roof. Then I make my way towards the overgrown tree so I can climb down. I have never beenore grateful to plant my feet on solid ground. It was at this moment, I hear a voice say "HE'S OVER HERE!" I take off jumping fence after fence in the direction of my truck. I come out to the front yard into the street and run into 2 more guys who grab my shirt. I break their grip and start running. As my feet feel like I'm floating I reach my truck. I put my hand in my pocket and grab my keys. Like a bad movie, my hands are trembling so badly I drop my keys. I bend down to grab them and look to my left and see three men no more than 15 feet away from me. I managed to get the key in the slot and unlock the door. I pull the door open and go to step into the truck. Then I feel a wet heat on the side of my head and my ears start ringing. Out the keys in the ignition and start the truck. I take off with the door still open and one of the guys hanging onto the bed of the truck. I mash the pedal to the floor and swing my back end around a turn and look at the rearview mirror. Thankfully, the guy is no longer holding onto the truck and is now tumbling down the street. I close the door and start making my way to I75 to go back home. Bloody head, coughing, and smelling like fire, I say out loud. I'm never going by myself again.