Our army at war sgt rock

I (18f) have been living with my mother (49f) and my brother; let’s just call him Steve (20m) just the 3 of us for the last 6 years.
We’ve lived in a small farming community for a while now and we have hated it the whole time. We’ve wanted to move for years, in fact at one point Steve went to live with our deadbeat dad (49m) for 2 years and then with our older brother Mark (32m) for a year. He dropped out of high school and only had a job for about 2 years before he just quit. I struggled really hard throughout school my whole life and barely graduated high school last summer and haven’t gotten around to getting a job yet, which is 100% completely utterly my fault.
I’m an adult and have never had a job, and I don’t have a car or my license, because I haven’t “gotten around to it”. My mom had been working at a place I will not name for our privacy for about 4 years now, but sometime last year she had a mental health downfall… she started going to doctor after doctor and they kept pushing her meds when she told them she didn’t like how they made her feel. Eventually she got put on disability and stopped going to work. That was 10 months ago…. She made significantly less on disability than she did when she went to work.
In October of last year we got a notice on our door saying we had 30 days to pay rent or we would be evicted. At that point we hadn’t paid rent since August, because money was super tight. After the 30 days we never got anything in the mail or anything so we just shrugged it off and basically squatted in our house. Around that time was when Steve moved back from our brother Mark’s house.
The rental office never acted on evicting us, until last week on Wednesday. They sent the sheriff to our door and he said we had 7 days to get out. So over the week we packed up everything we owned and put it all in a storage unit. My best friend, let’s call her Jess, was the only one outside of us that knew we were evicted. I got in trouble with my mom for even telling her in the first place but in the end she helped us move our stuff into the unit. I’m forever grateful for Jess 🩷.
During that 7 days we had gone to every housing crisis place we could think of; we applied for the section 8 waitlist, temporary housing, Salvation Army, etc. but we never qualified for anything because my mom makes $5 over the qualification for cash aid, which cash aid was one of the things that would have gotten us into 9 out of 10 places we applied for. We’re homeless but not poor enough to qualify for any type of help. What kind of bs is that?
Day 7 after the sheriff came, we were packing the rest of our lives into cardboard boxes when he came back and changed our locks. We had an hour to get our pets and the rest of our belongings.
My mom refused to let Steve and I tell our older brother Mark and Jack about anything that was going on because she didn’t want their money, she believed we had everything under control. We didn’t…
After we finally got the rest of our things out of the house and into the unit or our tiny Chevy impala… we drove around for a few hours until we ended up at a truck stop to sleep at for the night..
We lived in our car for 3 days with 2 cats and 3 small dogs… on day 3 Steve finally told our oldest brother, Jack, what was going on because he was tired of lying. Jack lives across the country from us, so he told our other brother Mark and now we’re currently staying at his house. He wasn’t mad that we lost our house, he was just upset he didn’t know….
Mark wants Steve and i to stay here, but in 4 days I’m supposed to go back across state, back to where I used to live, because I’m having a surgery. I would love to stay here and be a permanent babysitter for my niece and my nephews, but Mark is allergic to cats. My cat got me out of a really really rough spot in my life, and I don’t think I can handle leaving him behind… especially after I just lost the place I call my home. Mark and his wife Emma say that if they were in my situation they would kick the cat to the curb….
I don’t know… this kinda just turned into rambling because I’m a little drunk and there’s tears running down my face.
Basically, I’m that person who can’t fucking catch a break….. someone please tell me what to do….
Do I stay homeless and wait for my mom to get on the section 8 list and keep my cat, or do I do what Marcus said and get rid of him and come live here and get a job, license and my own apartment (eventually).
(Also; I’ve tried for days to find a foster for my baby until I can get a place by myself, but none of my friends can do it and I don’t want to to send him to someone one who wants to keep him permanently… I need my baby.
Backstory for the cat: I got him 2 months after Covid-19 caused everything to shut down. Around that time, I had a really bad falling out with my dad, and I was very close to committing…. alivn’t… I found him under my patio furniture, covered in feces and spiderwebs, he was only like three weeks old. He needed me because he was very small. I thought he was gonna die because he needed his mom and she left him (I sat outside with him for hours, waiting to see if his mother would come back and she didn’t.), so I was very determined to bring him back to health, so he wouldn’t die. In the end, he kept me alive more than I did him. He’s my best friend, my whole heart, I cannot leave him anywhere with anyone that I don’t trust, and I don’t trust very many people….
(TLDR: I got evicted and have the option to live with my brother if I get rid of the cat that kept me from suicide for the last 3 years)
Someone please help me…… Tell me what to do… I don’t know what to do….

Resolution of 1516
January-April 1517, North Muscovy
The winter of 1517 was a particularly brutal winter, even by Russian standards. Both the Swedish and Livonian armies were forced to hunker down as the snows swirled around them. With both King Sten Svantesson and Wolter Von Plettenberg seeking to replenish their losses, they would have to wait until snow yielded to rain in the spring Rasputitsa. It was during this wet time that both of the reinforcement armies arrived. In this time of limited operational mobility, both armies moved to secure more of the Novgorod area. The Polish army, on the other hand, had withdrawn from the area to regroup further south, in a grand ducal army with the Lithuanians. An army from Pskov was also raised by their commanding general. Jan Radziwiłł died soon after he set out from the city, paralyzing his mourning army. By the end of April, both armies finally began their triumphal march out of their winter quarters to continue the crusade against Muscovy.
May 1517, Former Duchy of Rzhev
The two armies set out in two groups heading south east. The Swedish army's goal is the city of Tver, and the Livonian army‘s goal is the city of Rzhev. As has been a common pattern in this war so far, the scouting of the four armies is mostly lackluster. The stars had aligned so that the two Russian armies would attack the Livonian army, whose scouts were underperforming in these wide open spaces. As has also been a pattern in the war so far, the Russians fail to coordinate their attacks. Plettenberg’s army would meet Mozhaisky’s outside of Goroshin.
The First and Second Battles of Goroshin, July 1517
With both armies taking up excellent positions, the battle would begin with a textbook artillery opener from the Livonian forces. This will be followed up by a monstrous hail of arrows from the seemingly endless Muscovites archers, greatly thinning the Livonian infantry. As the terrain here around the Volga is poor for cavalry, the Livonian knights unhappily dismount to fight as heavy infantry. The Muscovites brought plenty of mounted skirmishers, but their effectiveness would be limited by the wet ground. With the knights proper dismounted off their horses, this left only the Livonian squires as the cavalry forces for the Livonians. This would prove to be an excellent move as the lighter armored cavalry men would not be slowed down by the knights’ heavy armor. The Muscovite left flank could not hold a candle to those young squires, eager to prove themselves, and they were the first to leave the field. Despite this initial victory, the Muscovites would not let them have it easy. The large numbers of Muscovites mounted skirmishers would rain javelins upon their enemies, unchallenged by the Livonians. It would, however, be the squires that once again would prove the nail in the Muscovite coffin as the Muscovite right cavalry flank was scattered by their spirited fighting. The horn to signal the retreat was soon sounded by the Muscovites, and the Muscovites made a very organized retreat away from the field, safe, but dispirited.
It is soon after this, that the second Muscovite army commanded by Shuysky, would catch up to the Livonians from behind, as part of a failed pincer movement. It is here that the Livonians, for the first time in the war, would have a rather lackluster artillery performance to open the battle. But, to their luck, the Muscovites would prove even worse. This army would prove to be very different from the one that they had just fought, as it appeared much smaller, but better armored. The Muscovites would from now on employ a different tactic against their opponents, and would use their own cavalry to merely keep the enemies off of their infantrys’ flanks, which they do well enough here. As the battle goes on, and as well as the Livonians had been fighting, they were still tired from their previous engagement, and it became clear to von Plettenberg, that he must sound the retreat in order to save his exhausted army from destruction. The Livonian retreat is not particularly well executed, as von Plettenberg is not used to retreating, but on the flipside Shuysky is not used to winning, and his pursuit of the Livonians is ineffective, who manage to get away. The Livonians retreat to Volgo, where they will spend the rest of the season recovering from a grueling gauntlet of a month, and establishing occupations to link themselves up to Lithuanian supply lines.
May-December 1517, Torzhok Area
To their north, the Swedish army under the command of Sten Svantesson attempts to march across a rather desolate area of land. After a light amount of progress, it quickly becomes apparent that their supply lines will not enable them to reach their target [<1], without linking up with the Livonians to their southwest, and the Lithuanian supplies that flow to them. The Swedes will be forced to stop in Yazhelbitsy to figure out their supply situation, and will spend time occupying lands to their north and south. To complicate matters further, the autumn Rasputitsa would be even worse than the spring, enabling a breakout of the plague in the Livonian camp. To the far north the Karelian revolts will continue to gain steam and will occupy most of traditional Karelia.
January-July 1517, Former Grand Duchy of Smolensk
Meanwhile, to the south, the king of Poland is re-organizing his armies to coalesce around the city of Smolensk. Through the winter snows and spring rains, his army gathers ready to strike. Once the rains stop in early May, the army sets out under Grand Hetman Konstanty Ostrogski and Jan Amor Tarnowski. The plan is simple: the Grand Ducal Army, a combination of Polish and Lithuanian might, shall force the Muscovites from their positions at Dorogobuzh. The ancient fortified city of the Rus lies on the Dnieper river. Overlooking the city are two heights, from which the muscovite forces have taken up a commanding view of the river valley. Grand prince Dmitri, for his part, has left a professional army under Chelyadnin and a new army under Mikahil Bulgakov to defend the city. Hearing rumblings of the Grand Ducal Army long in advance. Dmitri would also send the word south to the army at Bryansk to join the fight, in Dorogobuzh. This army would take nearly a month to make it the greater distance north, however. With ample troops to cover the hills surrounding the city, the Poles will spend the better portion of two months failing to take either hill surrounding the city.
In August, Ostrogski will take stock of the situation that he is in and make a decision to begin the Bryansk campaign early. He will send half his army south down to the aforementioned city, in order to reclaim it for the Grand duchy of Lithuania. The hope is that with less of a concentration of force on the Muscovite side, he will be able to take Dorogobuzh slowly. The new force is led by yet another Jerzy Radziwiłł, and reaches Bryansk before the Muscovites do, who are led once again by Shemyachich. The already sacked city has hastily repaired walls and a Muscovite garrison. With this in mind, it should not be a surprise that the city falls quickly after some well-placed barrages from the Polish artillery. It would be noted that the Muscovite garrison was given no quarter by the Polish and Lithuanian conquerors. Shemyachich (and Ivan V of Ryazan) have finally caught up to them however, and Radziwiłł reasons that his cavalry are better suited to the open fields rather than inside city walls.
Battle of Bryansk, September 1517
The battle of Bryansk begins with a bang. Many of them, in fact, as both of the artillery batteries roared to life, and hit true on their enemies. The rest of the battle is a much more boring affair. The infantry nearly fight to a standstill, and the Muscovite cavalry, once again, attempts and succeeds to merely draw off the Polish cavalry from inflicting too much damage on themselves or their infantry center. After several hours of grinding fighting and mounting casualties, Shemyachich sees no path to victory for the Muscovites, and orders the retreat away from the city to hopefully cross the river Desna once again, back to the safety of Muscovy.
After a short rest in Bryansk, the polls and Lithuanians continue their so-called Bryansk campaign and split up once again, confident that the Muscovites will not reengage this year. They are able to take the city of Karachev this year and reclaim the city of Trubetsk in Ruthenia. Their campaign is cut short, once again, by a particularly intense rainy season with general Stanisław Lanckoroński even going down with a minor case of illness for a few weeks due to unsanitary conditions.
August 1517, City of Dorogobuzh
Back at Dorogobuzh, Ostrogski feels confident that he can throw his weight against one of the hills and finally take it. He chooses the south hill, for no particular reason other than he has a good feeling about it. Due to yet again, another Muscovite scouting failure, he is able to assault the hill with numerical superiority. Surprising the Muscovites with a furious attack, he’s able to take the hill rather easily. The Polish at this point do not have a large contingent of siege artillery, but the defenses of the city are not well-maintained, and thus are not difficult to blast open. Ostrogskii hesitates here at the open fortifications of the city, as he knows that most of his strength is concentrated in his cavalry's superiority. He sees fit to at least attempt an assault with the famed landsknecht taking point against the inferior Muscovite infantry forces. If it does not go well, he will simply have to think of another plan. Luckily for him, it does go well, and the famed mercenaries of Germany prove their worth as they force the Muscovites out of the city for good. Chelyadnin and Bulgakov retreat from the city back towards Vyazma. Due to the onset of the rain and the slog of the month’s battles, the Grand Ducal Army is not able to make much headway into Muscovite territory. Vyazma will have to wait until next year if there is one.
Map
Casualties
Sweden
Levy Pikemen 410
Mercenary Pikemen 590
Mercenary Polearms 410
Levy Archers 410
Mercenary Crossbowmen 500
Levy Mounted Skirmishers 90
Mercenary Cavalry 230
Muscovy
Unknown
Ryazan
Unknown
Livonian Order
Von Plettenberg
Levy Pikemen 595
Levy Spearmen 595
Livonian Knights 380
Landsknecht 1,145
Levy Crossbowmen 395
Mercenary Arquebusiers 380
Levy Cavalry 395
Von Bielefeld
42%~
Poland-Lithuania
Radziwiłł
Levy Spearmen 80
Landsknecht 360
Mercenary Pikemen 180
Levy Crossbowmen 160
Mercenary Crossbowmen 300
Mercenary Arquebusiers 320
Levy Cavalry 80
Levy Mounted Skirmishers 170
Mercenary Cavalry 650
Cossacks 55
Mercenary Horse Archers 450
Lanckoroński
Levy Spearmen 45
Landsknecht 140
Mercenary Pikemen 140
Levy Crossbowmen 90
Mercenary Crossbowmen 230
Mercenary Arquebusier 230
Levy Cavalry 60
Levy Mounted Skirmishers 110
Mercenary Cavalry 360
Cossacks 30
Mercenary Horse Archers 280
Firlej
Mercenary Cavalry 365
Mercenary Horse Archers 250
Ostrogski & Tarnowski
Levy Spearmen 110
Landsknecht 330
Mercenary Pikemen 130
Levy Crossbowmen 220
Mercenary Crossbowmen 220
Mercenary Arquebusiers 285
Levy Cavalry 55
Levy Mounted Skirmishers 205
Mercenary Cavalry 515
Cossacks 25
Mercenary Horse Archers 455
Pskov
5%~

You close the door of the black sedan behind you and assume a comfortable position in the leather seat. The driver doesn't say a word to you, the only acknowledgement of your presence being the quiet rumble of the engine as your ride takes off. A quick look through the dimmed window reveals an open field of concrete with some plain warehouses scattered around and several dozen people tending to pieces of machinery, but the speed at which you're going makes you unable to examine them closer. You've never seen this part of the military base. The one you're familar with was filled with everpresent mud, cramped barracks that reeked of unwashed recruit bodies, and sergeants with voices so loud they almost destroyed your eardrums. It's definitely not a place you'll remember fondly. A month of exhausting drills and boring mental tests is what took your superiors to get your sorry rear in shape they were content with, and even then you wondered if it was enough. You're just a regular civilian, so what are they expecting you to do here, exactly? Especially now, since you were chosen to take part in something bigger than becoming yet another crossed out name on the list of fresh cannon fodder.
Before you can begin contemplating your life choices, something bright in front of you draws your attention. A screen built into the back of the seat in front of you lights up, greeting you with a logo of Whitehart Motors. Suddenly, you hear a voice that could only be described as lifeless and robotic.
Welcome, new recruit. We are honored to have you here - a brave soul willing to become a stalwart shield of our glorious nation. You may not think that you are fit for such a role, but you were chosen for a reason. We believe that you have the skills required to become a pilot of a Synchro Frame. The brainchild of Whitehart Motors and the Research Institute of Robotics and Artificial Intelligence, Synchro Frames were built to protect our country from threats from beyond. Utilising the former's cutting edge machinery together with the latter's advancements in the field of man-made life, we managed to create a true marvel of technology that continues to impress. As a Synchro Pilot of the GLD-02 "Grail Seeker", you will be tasked with controlling a Synchro Frame alongside a Synchro Operator - an artificial lifeform designed to bring out the true potential of a Synchro Frame. Your assigned Synchro Operator will also serve as a teacher, guide, and companion, always ready to answer any and all questions you might have. We hope th-
The car stops, and silence once again fills the luxurious interior. Before you can start questioning the incredibly confusing and vague things you just heard, you feel that it's time for you to exit the vehicle. What you find outside is a hangar, bigger than any you've seen before. You're standing right in front of its giant doors, and as soon as you turn your head to look for anyone that might be looking for you, they begin to open. Through the slowly widening crack, illuminated by the bright midday sun, you see something that takes your breath away. A steel giant in the shape of a human, so large that you never even considered the possibility of such a machine existing. Not until today.
There's something else as well. A much, much smaller figure steps out of the hangar and heads in your direction. A couple moments pass, and you're able to see that it resembles a woman wearing an oversized hoodie and baseball cap, her long, white hair flowing in the wind as she walks.
"Greetings. I assume you're my new pilot." She stops right before you and extends her hand. A piercing blue gaze meets your own eyes. "I hope you can lead me well."
Hello there! I hope you enjoyed this little introduction to the concept! This prompt is centered around the idea of your character becoming a mecha pilot of a Synchro - a union of a giant robot and an android sharing an empathic link - and being thrown into a massive conflict where the life of an individual doesn't particularly matter. Your primary objective here is survival, and perhaps learning more about the mystery of the war your nation is currently fighting.
A little bit about myself - I'm a 21 year old gal from the GMT+2 timezone who got into Gundam a few months ago thanks to Witch from Mercury. If you haven't seen it, I recommend it! It's what prompted me to watch yet another Gundam series - Iron-Blooded Orphans, which I haven't finished yet. Thanks to them I realized just how fun a mecha setting could be, and now I'd love to meet other people who think the same!
This rp is meant to follow a lot of the themes of the Gundam series, like the horrors of war and discrimination, but that doesn't mean there can't be some lighter moments or bonding with your friends, resulting in potential romance. However, I'm planning for this to be a long rp, so anyone wanting to hold hands with your cute android companion will have to be patient.
I'd like to assume a sort of a GM role where I control the world and most of the characters, while you'll be following along a certain route due to having to answer orders from your superiors, you will be free to do what you want during downtime, so I'm heavily encouraging people who enjoy taking initiative! Hell, you could even defect from the military with your giant robot and join the opposite side if you'd like, but remember that your actions have consequences!
As for your character, there are only two strict requirements - she has to be a woman, as I have no interest in writing romance with male characters, and she has to be a new recruit, like described in my introduction. Aside from that, get creative! Doesn't matter if she's cis or trans, younger or older, all I'm looking for are fun ideas that will the roleplay more enjoyable. I will share more info on the setting in private messages, but feel free to just spitball anything that you might find interesting.
Requirements for you, the player, are a bit more strict, but I'd like to ensure that I set the right expectations: - No misogynists, racists, homophobes, transphobes. I'm a trans lesbian and if you're the kind of [REDACTED] who would have a problem with this then don't even bother wasting my time. - Be literate. Usually I write between 3 and 6 paragraphs, sometimes even more, but for a good time with me you'll be fine with 2-3 solid paragraphs that will give me something to work with. If you give me more, then I'll personally kiss you. - Be flexible. I have ADHD and a lot on my plate thanks to college, so I'm not the great at replying consistently. Sometimes you'll get two responses in a day, sometimes none for a week. Make sure to keep that in mind. You don't have to worry about me nagging you over a response either. - Use Discord. It's the only platform I use to rp due to the ease of storing important information. As a part of that, do not contact me using reddit chat. All chat requests will be ignored. - (Optional but appreciated) Talk to me! I enjoy chatting with my roleplay partners a lot, as I believe good ooc often leads to good ic.
I think that's everything! Haven't made a prompt post in a while so I might go back and edit some stuff later, but hopefully I was able to interest you in the concept. Have a nice day!

Growing up, my mother was emotionally and verbally abusive. She made me feel like I was never enough, constantly calling me a spoiled brat, telling me I'd never amount to anything. This was because I never performed well in school, I didn't do my homework, and had no motivation to succeed. My father, on the other hand, when he was around, tried to encourage me and push me to be the best I can be. Unfortunately, my mother was the primary caregiver as my father was always working.
I didn't do good in high school, in fact I barely graduated. My mother constantly berated me while my father tried with what little strength he could muster to keep our family together. My mother also kept my sister and I separated for the majority of our childhood. My mother favored my sister immensely, and my sister always felt guilty about it. I never had a relationship with my sister until recently. Around the time I was 16 years old, I expressed my intention to my mother to join the Army. My mother was furious. She called me every name in the book until I finally had enough and agreed that I wouldn't do it, and that I'd go to college instead. Halfway through my senior year, I began my covert efforts behind my parents' back to enlist into the Army Reserves.
Halfway through my recruitment process, my mother found out. A huge fight broke out and my mother said I was wasting my life. I understand mothers want their kids to be safe... but it felt more like my mother was upset because I wasn't taking the path in life that she wanted. She said things like if anything ever happened to me in the Army that she wouldn't feel bad or attend my funeral, and that anything that happened was my own fault, and that I dug my own grave, etc. Fast forward to after I came home from training.
The relationship with my parents made a complete 180. I got a job when I got home, went off to college, and my parents and I got along great. My mother "apologized" for the things she said in a letter she wrote to me during Basic, and she even came to my graduation. For the most part, things with my mother have been fine. I even began rebuilding my relationship with my sister. It feels like everything in my life has come so far in such a short time.
When I went off to college... I was miserable. I had to drop out halfway through my first semester and I came home due to "financial misunderstandings" with the Army (they said they'd pay for it, they didn't, I was pissed and dropped out due to not wanting 9 billion dollars in student debt, figured out it was actually 50% my fault, oops). Since coming home, I've gotten a job as an EMT. I work for the local 911 service.
The reason I'm posting today is... I feel worthless.
I joined the Army because I wanted to serve my country. I became an EMT because I wanted to serve my community. But now I'm realizing that, I'm only doing all these things because of how worthless I feel. When I was little I saw soldiers, cops, firefighters and EMS personnel as heroes. I wanted to be that hero that I never had... but I never feel like I'm doing enough. I feel like I'm drowning in my own expectations. I've tried to tell my dad that I feel worthless, that I hate myself, that I need help... but he won't listen. I think he thinks I'm just fine, that I don't need any help. I don't know how to tell him differently.
Due to the nature of my upbringing I've always kept everything inside, letting it out with some tears at night occasionally. I don't know how to let people in. I don't know how to tell this to anyone else. I don't know what I'm supposed to do anymore. I don't know how I can go about my life, just forgetting all the horrible things my mother did to me. She's never apologized... because I've never told her how I felt.
Why do I feel so worthless? Why do I hate myself so much? I don't know what to do or how to make sense of how I'm feeling. I can't find a therapist, I have no one to talk to. I don't know how to let people in. I'm really lost here.

I want to write a sort of "Open Letter" to the War Thunder community, I hope this gains traction, and in doing so I would like to create a new community to replace the "WTPU" - I have no interest in personal clout, but obviously you'd have no way to know that ahead of time, but hopefully this letter, and possible future actions, would speak louder than words.
I am a young adult, I'm in FMCG management. I deal with staff on the regular. My father was a union delegate. I have experience dealing with unions from both sides, although neither first hand, more as a 3rd party of each side. I have been Boycotting War Thunder since about 2019, but I did pick it up again in 2021 briefly to see if it'd changed for myself. I have ~1000 hrs (if you search my steam it comes up with 500, I did at least another 500 "pre-steam.") I also have fairly extensive past experience in online groups especially with a military slant, think mil-sim, not that it is awfully relevant.
So, what did the War Thunder Players Union get wrong?
Unions are designed to represent a body. The single biggest fundamental is that everyone is, as much as possible, on the same page. This is usually done by creating a "Tentative Contract Agreement" - in our case this would be more like a list of changes we'd want. The union delegates then do their best to push this through. Note that the "Tentative Contract Agreement" is a collectively agreed upon item, and the union delegates and elected positions. This is a massive simplification of a small union. Realistically there would be more complexity, however I think for the purposes of such and organization that would be unnecessary.
The WTPU did not have elected members. It appears to have been a bunch of clout chasers off doing their own thing. It did not vote, it did not create a collective set of requests. WTPU also leaned way too hard into Soviet-Style workers propaganda. It wasn't constructive, and it creates an immature environment. If you want to be taken seriously by WT and engage you must act in good faith, WTPU never did, at any point.
I do not have time to moderate this discord so it is well locked down, at least for now. If this gets enough interest of the bat I will begin slowly and gradually setting up a union styled organization. The process would be fairly straight forward.

1. Based on size, vote and elect multiple union delegates and a "Head Delegate" The delegates would:
   1. Create a Tentative List of Changes
   2. Have the ability to act on behalf of the organization
   3. Be important for out-reach to content creators and hopefully War Thunder themselves.
2. If necessary, and based on size, propose and cast votes on reasonable actions that would get the attention of the War Thunder developers, such as "Review Bombing" or other protest actions.
3. Create a founding document that would guide the organization until a time it is no longer needed.
4. Name the organization

I would personally maintain a position of veto power to prevent any malicious actors. I would also reserve the right to remove a delegate if I believe they are misrepresenting the organization and doing something harmful. I would otherwise not directly represent the organization, speak on it's behalf, propose changes, etc. Only prevent or remove.
Above all, it would be professional. Gaijin is a business and they have no interest in memes.
So, if this is of interest to you please upvote, comment any suggestions, ideas and critques, and if you'd like to get involved please join the discord. https://discord.gg/rCcENbn4ub

Do you look at the new raid tier wondering how you can bash your head against a wall until you kill? Do you value uptime more than your personal life? Is having BiS the pinnacle of your dreams? Then look no further, you have found the static known as "A Lil Scuffed (2.0)." We are a big DDDDamage swinging static that values good times as much as good prog.
We are a laid back and friendly group that has cleared TEA & the past three tiers (Eden & Pandaemonium), and we're currently progging TOP (though it's currently on the back-burner until we clear savage)!
We are LGBTQ+ friendly!
We're looking for a Tank and Phys Range DPS.
Our current comp is: WAGNB, WHM, SGE/SCH, MNK, RPSAM, SMN.
Our current schedule is: Thursdays, Fridays @ 5:00 PM - 8:00 PM (or 9:00 PM) PDT / 8:00 PM - 11:00 PM (or 12:00 AM) EDT (still in discussion) and Saturday Morning @ 6:30 AM - 9:30 AM PDT / 9:30 AM - 12:30 PM EDT. Things are still in discussion/potential as my own scheduling is a bit finnicky, so once we have a full group we'll discuss it at full-length.
Please provide us with last tier's logs or fill us in with any prior experiences you've had with raiding high-end content. If you have none of these but still want to try your hand at raiding, feel free to reach out and we can talk further.
Basic Rules
\ No personal attacks.*
\ No harassment.*
\ No racism.*
\ No homophobia.*
\ No transphobia.*
\ No sexism.*
\ No ableism.*
\ No hate speech.*
our roster & logs:
https://www.fflogs.com/characteid/16715818 - GNB
https://www.fflogs.com/charactena/brynhildvear%20voll# - WHM
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https://www.fflogs.com/charactena/mateus/g%27dhezi%20ditreinu - MNK
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Hello all! This week we were reading Book 1 of the Library of Greek Mythology by Apollodorus (or Pseudo-Apollodorus if we want to be technical). It focuses on the Gods and the lineage of Deucalion.
Next week, we will be reading Book 2 which focuses on the lineage of Inachos!
I'm going to do things a little differently, since the Library of Greek Myths is similar to the Bible in that it's heavily focused on both genealogy and packs an enormous amount into a small amount of pages, so running through the plot like I would have before doesn't make sense.
Looking at it from a high level, the Library of Greek Mythology starts with the birth of the Universe and goes all the way to Medea's life post-Jason.
First, we focus on the gods and the original birth of the Gods starting with Ouranos and his consort Ge. Together, they gave birth to incredible creatures including Briareos, Gyes, and Cottos (who were huge and powerful, each having a hundred hands and fifty heads); the Cyclopes who each had a single eye on their forehead; and the Titans including Oceanos, Cronos, Hyperion, Rhea, and Mnemosyne among others. Ouranos didn't like the Cyclopes and bound them, throwing them into Tartaros.
Ge, angry at the treatment of her children, works to overthrown her husband with Cronos and the Titans. They cut of Ouranos' genitals with a sickle and from his blood the furies are born (Alecto, Tisiphone, and Megaira).
Cronos rules now and marries Rhea. He once again binds the Cyclopes below in Tartaros along with the Briareos, Gyes, and Cottos. Since he knows there is a prophecy that he will be overthrown by his own child, he swallows them all soon after their birth, but Rhea grows tired of her children being swallowed and when Zeus is born, gives Cronos a stone to swallow.
Zeus grows up and with the help of Oceanus, forces Cronos to throw up his siblings. Then, he wages war on the Titans along with the Cycloes and all who were trapped below. Once the war is over, they draw lots. Zeus has dominion over the sky, Poseidon the seas and Pluto the power over the underworld.
The gods were VERY fertile and had a lot of divine offspring. Some notable ones include Hephaistos whom Hera had without sexual intercourse (and who Zeus literally threw out of Olympus which is why Hephaistos has a limp); Athena, whom Zeus tried to prevent from being born by swallowing her mother, Metis, and who spr ung fully formed from the top of Zeus' head after he was struck with an ax.
Book 1 also covers Prometheus and the creation of humans. Prometheus was the god who created humans by making us out of water and earth. He stole fire from the gods and gave it to us as well. Zeus was furious and nailed Prometheus to a mountain. Every day an eagle would fly down and eat his liver. Every night the liver would grow back.
Deucalion was Prometheus' son and he saved himself from drowning when Zeus flooded the Earth. All original humans were killed aside from a few who were on top of mountains. Deucalion was given a reward for sacrificing to the gods and he chose people. Zeus had Deucalion throw rocks which became men. His wife, Pyrrha threw rocks, which became women.
From here, we go through a long series of lineages and stories which are too numerous to sum up here, but lead us all the way back to Jason and the Argonauts as well as Medea.
If you haven't read this one, I highly recommend it! Or if you want an easier reading of this, Mythos by Stephen Fry covers the beginning with the Gods wonderfully.

From my travel report (2014):
The second trip to Madeira we made to escape the winter. The weather was like a moody diva in winter. It changes not only from day to day, but also within a few hours. So you can never plan anything for the next day, because you should not think, today it is so nice and sunny and warm, it will be the same tomorrow. But if you are unlucky, the next morning it will be completely cloudy, only to possibly be sunny again in the afternoon.
It is always a pleasure to stroll in FUNCHAL's old town. Here times an ice cream to eat, there a coffee possibly with Nata to take. But this should be done when there are no cruise ships in the harbor. Then you see fortunately more locals than tourists in the streets.
For football fans: Christiano Ronaldo, who comes from Madeira, now has his own museum in Funchal - eagerly visited by his - mostly young - supporters...
Funchal is spreading out more and more - the slopes all around are already built on, and in the hotel zone construction continues eagerly. Although it is obvious that in the newly built apartment houses still very many apartments are empty.
The first two weeks we booked apartment at about 350 m altitude with a beautiful view of Funchal. The disadvantage was that it became - especially in the evening - but quite cool. Fortunately we had not only an electric heater but also a fireplace in the apartment.
From up here you can see how Funchal has grown in recent years. It is a huge sea of houses, which goes up to all the adjacent hills.
For the second part of our stay we had chosen an apartment house at Praia do Formosa with direct view to the sea and also to Cabo Girao.
One of the most beautiful and varied gardens of Madeira is located only about 9 km east of Funchal: the Palheiro or Blandy's Gardens. In 1801, the property was purchased by Count Carvalhal. A hunting lodge was built and the count had exotic trees imported from all over the world. The count's descendants squandered the fortune, and so in 1885 the estate became the property of the Blandy family of wine merchants. The villa above the garden is still inhabited by the Blandy family and is not accessible.
The gardens are famous not only for the variety of (often exotic) plants but also for their location on a 500 m high hill with a magnificent view of the bay of Funchal. The Count's hunting lodge was renovated in 1997 and is now the exclusive hotel "Quinta Velha do Palheiro".
The gardens are divided into the main garden, the sunken garden, the valley of hell (Inferno) with mighty fern trees, the rose garden, the ladies garden and the tea house area. There are also ponds with water lilies and beautiful flower beds.
Some of the numerous trees are 100 years old. The garden has been constantly developed. Hibiscus, bougainvilleas, jacaranda, African tulip trees, coral trees and orchid trees grow here. The Blandy family imported proteas from South Africa and had a rose garden planted and a small baroque chapel built. The gardens are also famous for their numerous camellias and magnolias.
The orchid garden, created by an Austrian, apparently has more than 5000 plants and is located below the botanical garden. At the moment the orchid garden is closed, because in the big fire of 2016 in Funchal not only many houses were destroyed, but also great damage was done to the orchid garden.
Carnival is also celebrated in Madeira and by chance we saw a children's parade. It was interesting to see with which eagerness the children were partly "there". Therefore, there will probably be no problem with carnivalistic offspring in Funchal.
The town of RIBEIRA BRAVA is located at the mouth of a wide - sometimes wild (brava) river (ribeira). From Funchal there is a highway to get there. In Ribeira Brava there is a wide pebble beach, and on the other side of the promenade there are cafes and restaurants. In the historic center there are small stores, and here is also the pink town hall from the late 18th century
The Igreja de Sao Bento was built as early as 1440, but was given a new look during the Baroque period. The spire with the white-blue tile pattern and the sphere symbol of the Portuguese explorers is striking.
We still drove to Punta do Sol. This place lies between two high rocky capes. In the old core there are only a few houses and the church, behind it already begin the terraced banana fields. There is a pebble beach and on the promenade you can have a drink in small cafes. Except for us, there were hardly any tourists in the village. But here we drank the best poncha on the island. Poncha (made of honey, lemon juice and sugar cane brandy) is a kind of national drink on Madeira.
The village of Camara de Lobos - situated between two rocky cliffs - is only 9 km away from Funchal. Camara de Lobos is still a typical fishing village with the many colorful boats (xavelhas) that you can admire in the small harbor. A small church was built at the harbor early on, this was remodeled in 1420 and the current Capella Nossa Senhora de Conceicao was built.
There is still fishing and some boat building in Camara de Lobos. However, these are no longer particularly lucrative, so tourism is now a larger source of income. The fishermen in this area mainly catch the black scabbardfish (Espada), which is offered in many restaurants - also in Funchal.
There is a promenade path from the Lido in Funchal to Camara de Lobos since 2011. The path - always with a view of Cabo Girao - is partly concreted and partly laid out on wooden walkways. If you walk in the direction of Camara de Lobos, you can see the approaching waves of the Atlantic Ocean on the left and the partly high cliffs on the right. Not far behind Praia de Formosa there are some beach bars or restaurants where you can have a drink or eat quite well.
Cabo Girao near Camara de Lobos is one of the highest cliffs in the world. More than 500 m the land here falls almost vertically into the sea. Since our last visit, things had changed here, there was now a large parking lot. Then the cafes and souvenir stores were also new for us. And surprising for us was also the glass viewing platform, which exists since the end of 2012. Here you can see that wine and vegetables are grown on the small rocky outcrops. The farmers can reach their fields on the coastal fringe with a cable car. Before the cable car was built, these fields were only accessible by boat.
From Funchal it was not far to CANICO. The original village became in the course of time one of the most important tourist places on Madeira. Large hotel complexes, apartment buildings and villas were built. However, we turned off before we reached the town in order to get to Ponta do Garajau. There on a rock cliff is the 14 m high Christo Rei statue, which was erected in 1927. From here you have a beautiful view of Funchal. Since 2007, there is a cable car nearby that goes 200 m down to the pebble beach.
CURRAL DAS FREIRAS is a small village nestled between huge almost vertical mountain slopes in the heart of Madeira. There is only one road that leads serpentine to the 633 m high valley. Originally the valley was inhabited by nomads and shepherds. Towards the end of the 15th century, the land became the property of the nuns of the Santa Clara convent.
The name Curral das Freiras means "pen of the nuns". In the 16th and 17th centuries, the island was repeatedly attacked by pirates, and the nuns retreated here to the protection of the mountains, which are up to 700 meters high. Here people still live from what they grow themselves on their fertile fields. One of the specialties of the village is chestnuts. They are used to make liqueur, cakes, bread and soups, which are also sold to tourists. On November 1 of each year, the Chestnut Festival is held here.
Not many tourists come to SANTA CRUZ, although this place is certainly worth a visit. There is quite a pretty old town with the church of San Salvador built in 1533 as well as like a large modern market hall just behind the long gray pebble beach lined with date palms.
Just north of Santa Cruz is Madeira Island's airport, renamed "Cristiano Ronaldo" Airport in 2007. Opened in 1964 and reconstructed in 2000, this airport is one of the most dangerous in the world. The 2777 m long runway is built on the rocky coast above the water and looks like a bridge with large concrete supports. A large parking lot has been built below this runway.
Before the landing approach, the mountain massif must be overcome so that the narrow runway can be approached. Unfortunately, there have been numerous accidents, but this is still one of the busiest airports in Portugal.
From Santa Cruz we drove to MACHICO, one of the larger towns of Madeira. Machico profited from sugar cane cultivation in the 15th century and is now a modern town, which is divided into two halves by the Ribeira da Machico. On the eastern bank of the river is the historic fishing quarter with the main square surrounded by tall laurel trees.
The town church of Nossa Senhora da Conceicao in the center was built in the 15th century and partially rebuilt in the 18th century. Opposite stands the town hall built in the early 20th century There are several fish restaurants here.
In the surroundings of the small village FAIAL there is still a lot of agriculture, e.g. wine and fruit growing. The village is dominated by the 600 m high Eagle Rock. Only a few tourists come here, because there is hardly anything worth seeing.
Most people come to Santana to see the famous "Casas de colmo". In total there are still about a hundred of these thatched historic wooden houses. They are very scattered throughout the municipality.
On the way back to Funchal we passed through Ribera fria. Here you can take a short hike up to the Miradouro dos Balcoes, from where you have a beautiful view of the mountains.
The peninsula PONTA DE SAO LOURENCO is 9 km long and 2 km wide. In 1982 it was declared a nature reserve, mainly to ensure the preservation of the fauna with the great variety of birds and the great occurrence of the native flora. The eastern tip of Madeira is barren and windy. One can no longer imagine that everything here was lushly forested.
Then, in spring, a carpet of flowers enlivens the bare hilltops. But also in other seasons the turquoise sea and the rocks in different shades - ocher, rust, gray and green-black - bring color to the area.
The south coast can be easily approached by boats, which is almost impossible on the drastically shaped north coast with its strong winds. There is a paved access road to the parking lot above Baia de Abra. Here you can also take the public bus.
From there there is a popular rocky hiking trail. This hike is absolutely not a walk. There are some climbs, often wooden stairs. You have no shade and are exposed to gusts of wind. To avoid being blown down somewhere, I ducked down and waited out the sometimes strong gusts - really quite extreme.
At the narrowest point with a land bridge only a few meters wide, the rock drops almost 100 m vertically - fortunately the place is secured with a fence.
The hike takes - depending on your condition - 2 to 3 hours. It also depends on whether you only walk to the plateau of Casa Sardinha - administration of the national park - or if you want to make the ascent to Pico Furado. Below the Casa there are some tables for picnics. From there there is also an entrance for swimming, which can certainly be pleasant in the summer.
On the way there are always beautiful views of the sea and the rock formations - e.g. the so-called rock gate. On the south side you can see the cages of a fish farm in the sea. In front of Sao Lourenco there are two small islands, on one of them stands the oldest (from 1870) lighthouse of Madeira.
From the cape we drove to CANICAL, the easternmost municipality of Madeira. This place is still characterized by fishing and boat building. Fishing boats are still built here and there is a large repair yard.
Over the 1000 m high Encumeada Pass we drove northeast to Sao Vicente. Unfortunately the old coastal road to Seixal and Porto Moniz was closed and we had to drive through many tunnels. A few years ago it was a special experience to drive on the narrow and winding ER 101 directly at the coast - on one side the high cliffs and on the other side the sea. But apparently the road has become too dangerous in the meantime because of constant falling rocks.
We got to Porto Moniz , and unfortunately the weather got worse, more and more clouds came up. The sea raged with huge waves to the shore. Porto Moniz is a nice little town located on the northwestern tip of Madeira, a region with high mountains and views of the endless Atlantic Ocean.
From Porto Moniz you can go hiking, for example on the coastal trail "Levada da Ribeira da Janela", one of the best hiking trails in Madeira.
Porto Moniz is known for its volcanic pools. Daytrippers mostly come for these pools filled with sea water.These pools owe their formation to a lava tongue that flowed into the sea here thousands of years ago, creating caves due to the force of wind and waves. The black basalt lava pools form swimming pools and are the attraction of Porto Moniz, because you can swim (swim) in them very well - at least in good weather...
There are two different lava pools in Porto Moniz: the completely natural pools and the western pools, which have been transformed into natural outdoor pools - there are no sharp rocks here. The surrounding rocks of the outdoor pool were built as a terrace , and here you can sunbathe. The pools are open every day - even in winter. But when we were there, there was no one in the water....
The natural pools are not safe because of the black sharp basalt rocks. It is very interesting to watch the waves as they crash against the rocks. The water is sometimes whirled into the air in such a way that it looks like a geyser.
The PICO DE ARIEIRO is the most visited mountain of Madeira, because it is the only one that has been opened up with a road, but it is only the third highest. The road was probably built primarily for the observatory and not necessarily for the tourists. Already the approach through pristine landscape with rugged rock and sparse vegetation is an experience.
If the weather is good, you have a breathtaking view all around. Equally beautiful, however, is the sight of white cushions of clouds hanging between the high mountains. In winter there can be ice and snow on the peaks. Since it had snowed on Madeira about 2 weeks before our trip there, we could still see the sparse remnants on the shaded layers.
From Pico de Arieiro you can hike up to Pico Ruivo (1861 m) if the weather is good. At the beginning, the path is quite wide and in places secured by railings. Some then walk at least to the first viewpoint - the rocky peak Niho de Mata with beautiful views. The entire hike up to Pico Ruivo is clearly difficult, even if there are partially secured stairways since the 1960s. Some of the paths are steep up to 700 m, the rock steps are high, the paths are sometimes narrow and beaten, and it also goes through unlit tunnels. So you should have a good condition and be free from giddiness and sure-footed.

So I have tired to piece together the lore pieces they've revealed about Kullervo from devstream 171 and I have a hypothesis: Kullervo is linked to Ordan Karris, the beast of bones, the former personality of Ordis, whose lore can be accessed from cephalon fragment screens.

1. The update is called Kullervo's seven crimes and people have been speculating what that means. There are also seven Orokin executors. In Ordan Karris lore, he was honored as a warrior by the "orokins" and at the ceremony, he sacrificed himself and attempted to murder these "orokins". It was not clearly stated whether these orokins were the emperors or the seven executors, but we could infer that it was likely the seven executors. This is because in the lore, as he was dying, all the "orokins" that he tried to kill laughed, and then Ballas was "above him" and in particular laughed, and said the following line: "you rejected our gift, bathing in our death, your punishment is eternal life." This makes it pretty clear that Ordan Karris tried to kill the seven executors, including Ballas. Therefore the seven crimes could be his seven counts of murder of the executors. Of course he didn't actually kill them, and eventually most of the executors were actually killed by the Tennos.
   
2. Possible connection to Duviri. This part is mostly speculation as a lot of Duviri lore hasn't been flushed out yet. According to Ordan Karris lore, by the time he was dying, Ballas gave him Kuva and he took it, and then he was made into cephalon Ordis. We know from the end of the war within quest that Kuva has some kind of connection with the void, as messing with Kuva made the man in the wall briefly possess the Tenno's body. We also know that the void can manifest real entities from strong emotions of people that are somehow connected to the void. So Kullervo could be a void manifestation that's related to Ordan Karris. Or he could even be the part of Ordan Karris that was stripped away when being made into a cephalon.
   
3. In devstream 171, an orokin-like figure (looks a little reminiscent of Ballas) can be seen as the warden guarding Kullervo. They also hinted "I don't know who it is but I don't like him." Well the most hated character in the game, the biggest asshole, is definitely Ballas. We also know that Ballas made Ordan into cephalon Ordis. Could it be that this is some void manifestation of Ballas that is guarding away Ordis' other missing half?
   
4. Another clue is that when they showcased the secret cave, there was a zariman style quiz on what is "what is conceptual embodiment" and the correct answer was "the creation of cephalons". And then Pablo started to talk about how this is definitely a hint at the lore. Could they be referring to the process of making Ordan into a cephalon?
   
5. You can see from the design of Kullervo, he's pierced by many daggers. Ordan used his bone daggers to kill the executors, and a fitting eternal punishment would be for him to be forever pierced by many daggers?
   
6. And some more speculations: the idea of a Duviri warframe is impossible. Warframes don't exist in Duviri, as Duviri never experienced the old war. We also know from the sacrifice quest that the Tenno can control warframes not just because of their void abilities, but because they were able to sympathize with the warframes and forge a symbiotic bond with them. Ordan Karris was a tortured man who died with a lot of shame. So in this new update we could be trying to sympathize with and tame Ordan's void manifestation and make him a controllable warframe, the first warframe born in Duviri that can walk in the origin system, who never fought in the old war.
   

Anyway these are just wild speculations. I could be completely wrong. Just some pass time thoughts to think about before the next update.

Today was the anniversary of Bud’s passing again. Momma and I went out to replace the flowers with fresh ones. Plastic - they look nicer longer. But really pretty ones, you know? Still like to take fresh ones sometimes, too, even if they don’t last long.
Cool story about those. Went out in the later or very early part of the day once, and a doe was eating the fresh flowers we’d placed there for him just a few days previously. Didn’t disturb her. Just watched. A beautiful place, it is. Out in the country, surrounded by brush country.
New owners have really done it up nice. The old original wood frame buildings replaced by new, very attractive ones. The mausoleum building with its perpetual faint smell of death when you’re inside it refurbished. On-site chapel now that’s very nice. One-stop shopping, you might say. Handle the entire process right there. Preach and plant, with no need for a caravan from one site to the final one.
Should have picked a spot for him still further out, though. He had plenty of breathing room when we first put him there. Pretty much all by himself.
Nice spot under a young shade tree that’s grown considerably now. We wanted him to have some nice shade. Sun gets fucking Hot here in the summertime. Shade is an important thing.
Got a nice bench under it so we can sit and visit when we want to. Black Italian marble, with a nice carved-in inscription done in white. Words from a poem. Set on a thick concrete base, so it won’t settle.
Got a lot of neighbors now, he does, though. Place is getting fucking crowded. Two new holes in the ground with awnings over ‘em, waiting for soon upcoming occupancy. Not anyone I know this time, so……..
But the bench? Tree has grown. You can sit back at your ease, use the trunk for a back rest. Stay as long as you like. Visiting hours, of course. Restricted after dusk. But fuck that, too. I like to go at night sometimes. Place is pretty and peaceful at that time, too. And who’s gonna make me leave?
That bench was one of the first ones there. Folks would ask where we’d gotten it. There are a lot of them now. Guess we started a trend.
Lights everywhere, too. Fairie lights sprinkled all through the darkness. Stars fallen from the sky. Those photosensitive ones that soak up sun during the day and shine at night. Saw a nice, big carriage light there when we went today. Gonna get one of those for Bud.
So we cleaned the bench and plaque up nice, put some fresh flowers for him and our daughter-in-law. Glad now that we bought that adjacent, connected group of plots, as fast as that section is filling up. They better not screw up and use one of ours for someone else, either. Make ‘em dig their dead ass up and plant ‘em somewhere else. Ours are fucking Reserved.
Going back tomorrow to set some flags out, what with another Memorial Day upon us. Stars and Stripes and Navy ensign for Bud. Stars and bars and USMC for his friend Sal.
Sal was killed in Iraq just before he was to rotate home. One last patrol that he shouldn’t have gone on. One shot from a sniper, and he was gone.
Bud was home on leave at the time. He and a bunch of other of their friends were planning a welcome home party to celebrate his imminent safe return. He came home as scheduled, but not the way he was supposed to. So they helped bury him instead.
Our State Senator attended that one. Well-respected man who’s been re-elected repeatedly. Mostly because he remembers what some others have forgotten, and actually fights for the rights of the people who’ve elected him.
He gave a good eulogy, you know? Respectful, and maybe a little bitter. About how the working class people of this region had lost more of their sons and daughters in every war we’ve fought than can ever be seen as their rightly share. But that a thing of lasting pride to us all, as well, in a place and among a People who still remember what it is to Have pride in who they/we are.
Bud and Sal - they’re close to each other still. Stand over one, you don’t have to look but a little way to see the other.
Bud? Sometimes when we go see him, someone else has left fresh flowers. And to this day we still don’t know who.

I’m (24F) trying to figure out what’s going on with me. My sex drive kind of died like idk what it is I’m just not as easily turned on as I was before. I go through periods where I’ll get myself off several times a day in a single week and ready to go at the drop of a hat tbh and then I go through periods where I’m just not into sex like I don’t really think about it at all.
My partner (26M) has started to bring it up and I really don’t know what to do at this point. In the beginning of our relationship I was okay doing a lot of things with them to sort out their likes and dislikes. I did explain what I was only doing to make them happy. I started speaking up about things that I wouldn’t turn me on but in the same breath I don’t know what does turn me on anymore.
Before anyone asks I do have ADHD and depression and I don’t know if that’s the cause or if it’s just added on. We’ve been together for a few years. I am way more into BDSM than my partner is and they are kind of vanilla and I don’t know if that’s finally caused us to hit a rock or not. I can’t tell if it’s just the time or if we need to do more for one another and it falls on me because they’ll get turned on whenever and I’m not there. Has anyone else experienced this?
TL;DR HOW DO I FIX INTIMACY ISSUES AFTER BEING TOGETHER FOR ALMOST 6 YEARS

Kelangan ko talagang tanggapin na merong mga bwisit bwisit na buhay ako eh, kapag gumalaw ako kahit anong galaw ayaw na daw nila akong pahirapan. Hirap na hirap na rin ako eh. Patutulugin ako matagal na rin yan gagalaw ka lang kapag merong tulog ka ng tulog. Hindi ko na talaga alam gagawin kasi dapat maubos lahat ng pwede kong gawin para matupad ang gusto nila at kapag hinarap mo uto uto ka kasi.
Ilang libo nang beses akong pasigaw sigaw paulit ulit nang paulit ulit tapos ako ang paulit ulit. Wala namang makikinig sa hinaing ko sa bwisit na mga tao sa paligid ko eh. Wala akong magiging kaibigan sa Pilipinas dahil walanghiya ang bawat tao at kahit ano gawin ko hindi akonmagiging kaibigan kundi kaaway laruan ng kung sinong hayop na walang habas at talagang walang pakialam paikot ikot lang ako dyan sa kawalanghiyaan ng bawat taong ito. At kasalanan ko kasi nagpakita ako bilang isang buhay na tao! Nakita ako eh. Nalamang buhay ako. Hindi ko na talaga matatakasan dahil putangina simula pa lang na bata ako ganun na talaga.
Wala rin akong tiwala sa kahit na saan. Sinasabi lang nila yung paguphold. Hindi upholding yun. Isa yung kalokohan ng katarantaduhan. Ikaw ang bubulihin ikaw ang mabubully ikaw ang biktima ikaw ang may kasalanan maging mabait ka magpakatatag ka, wala pa ring mangyayari sa akin kundi magin laruan ng kung sinong walannghiyang gustong magwaanghiya sa buhay ko. Nakita ko na to ito yung dulo ng bawat biro sa akin matagal na, bale bagong rock bottom ulit, bagong kawalan, wat attrition nga eh at wala akong ideya kung sino may pakana, loser matulog ka, hindi ako pwedeng mapahinga kasi ginagamit akp ng kung sinong tarantado.
Kung sinong tarantado ni wala akong ideya kung sino sila uto uto kasi eh. Ganun lang, simula nang nabuhay ako hanggang ngayon wala akong magiging ideya kung sino ang ano basta may nagpapanatili ng sistema kung saan wala na akong mapupuntahan at kelangan kong mamulubi. Kakalimutan at talagan isisigaw na hindi ka nagttabaho pero taon ang binuhos ko hindi ko lang makita ang sarili ko sa bawat sitwasyong ayokong mangyari ayoko silang manalo pero ako ata yung stage eh, at ako lang ang laruan at sa buhay ko ang ebidensya ng kung bakit sila dapat manalo.
Sawa na ako eh. Sorry na beh. Hindi ko alam kung sino nagsosory eh. Galinngan mo. Ni wala akonng ideya kung sino nagsasalita. Basta lahat nakasimangot meron nang plano para mapaglaruan ako. Conservativo? E di fine. Ayaw magpray? E di fine. Gusto kong mamatay. Ito lang nakikita ko eh. Mga taong hindi ako tigilan at ito lang ang paulit paulit kong mararanasan. Gusto ko nang mamatay! Patunayan ko na gusto kong mamatay!
Malungkot? Bawat kasiyahan ngb bawat taong tarantado sa buhay ko kamiserablehan kp minsan lang ang kasiyahan sa buhay ko. Tapos mawawala din na parang ibinibigay. Pero pinagtrabahuhan ko. Pero lagi akong ang kelangan tumanghod sa kokonting pagkakataon na pwede akong maging masaya.
Waa talaga akong magiging kaibigan sa Pilipinas dahil lahat gago! Lahat merong sistema na ako lang ata ang pinaglalaruan! Engot eh. Magalig sila eh. Atako hinde. Hindi magkakaroon ng kahit ano kasi ako ang tuntungan! Nakakita ba ako kahit minsan ng isang taongn tinanggap ako bilang tao at hindi laruan, hinde beh. Lahat sanay sa awayan. Yun ang lakas pinoy. Katarantaduhan. Mapipikon ka lang wala pa ring mangyayari in fact kasi nga nasa isa akong lugar na mawawala lang lahat sayo dahil hayp ang mga tao walang mangyayari kundi ito paulit ulit lang.
Ito na naman db?
At kasalanan ko, kasi hindi kayo matahimik na buhay ako mula UP hanggang silangan hanggang marikina hanggang kung saan saan paiiyakin natin gusto ko umiyak gusto ko lang uniyak walang matinong tao sa Pilipinas at putangina katarantaduhan lang mapapala ko buong buhay ko at hindi ako magpapakamatay mukhang malinaw na bawat plano niyo eh basta laruan ako at ako lang. At hindi ako magpapakamatay? Ang hirap db? Aware ako sa plano ng bawat tao sa Pilipinas at aktibo asiyang isinasalatuparan, walanghiyain ako! Matagal nang panahon aware na aware ako sa bawat gusto niyong mangyari, sa bawat pangarap bawat vision niyo para sa akin baliwin ako! Paglaruan ako! Walanghiyain ako nang walang kalaban laban! Ipahiya! Gawing tarantado at kapag nahirapan walang magiging kapalait kundi katarantaduhan. Humingi ng tulong kasi tinarantado ako! Alam na alam ko siya pinigilan ko siya mangyari pero gusto niyo taagang makita ako sa paghihirap tapos paghihirap ulit tapos bagong paghihirap at wala ako sa jungle nasa sibilisasyon ako!
Pero ganun siya matagal na akong binabantayan ng mga walanghiya. At alam mong isa lang ang goal alisan ako ng kakayahang para tumanggi sa kawalnghiyaan ng gusto niyong mangyari. Ayoko. Wala na akong magagawa ayoko. Gusto kong mamatay! Nagmamakaawa na ako kung merong kayong puso sinimulan niyong war na to at ako lang ang kalaban kala ko namumuhay lang ako eh meron palang war at hindi ko alam kung sino kalaban. Gusto ko nang mamatay! Ayoko sa bawat gusto niyong mangyari pero buhay ko to at hindi sa inyo. Gusto ko nang mamatay parang awa niyo nang mga demonyo kayo

It's a bit late, but I've been thinking about the grey knight community post and wanted to share my reactions and thoughts.
List of Changes
Flash-Step: auto advance 6" + Fly; currently this has 0 damage implications. No assault weapons, no advance and charge. There MAY be something when the index releases, but I sincerely doubt it. That being said, this will still be a very useful ability. Movement is the most important part of the game. You can guarantee you'll get your units into cover, or out of LoS, or onto an objective, or into a screening position. Even being able to move over units (probably your own when you accidentally move block yourself), or on top of buildings (For +1 AP, and possibly denying charges) is going to be super useful. I think I've seen a lot of people dismissing this ability, but after teleport assault I think it's going to be the most definitive GK ability.
2+ armor, army wide: This pairs nicely with game-wide AP decreases. It also lets GK dodge the "space marine 3+ in cover" curse. GK should have an armor save against almost every weapon. I like this, as in 8th and 9th I resented that GK didn't have an invuln. Overall though, I think GK are going to feel about as durable as they do now, as the benefit is only going to be a 16% increase for some units against certain weapons.
Mono-Force Weapon Profile: Locking every force weapon into the halberd profile is meh. I feel mixed about it. On one hand, I thought it was kinda cool to choose the weapon of each of my little dudes. On the other hand, all it boiled down too was "spam whatever is best right now". I really wanted them to lock down the weapon balancing act so the way I loaded out each squad WAS an actual choice. I am bummed that they removed the thunder hammer and the warding stave. Having the option for anti-tank or invulns gave GK squads flexibility within shifting metas. Its weirdly a bigger nerf than it should be now that GK has lost most of its anti-tank.
Purgation Squad: All of their ranged weapons lost Heavy, which is nice as you'll probably want to move and shoot them each turn with 12-24" range. With the loss of Tides, all weapons will probably be stuck at 24" range too. But with the free deepstrikes and the ability to shoot from behind cover, I think Purgations squads might be one of the best targets for teleport assault. You should always be able to have a target for a purgation squad to shoot at without exposing themselves to counterfire. It might be pretty easy to keep 3 of these alive the whole game with 0 investment. That kind of return on investment might make 3 of these squads an auto include (especially if you're spamming Dreads in the elite slot for anti-tank, instead of NDKs). Target wise, they are basically geared for different versions of anti-infantry. Psycannons with a strength of 8 will only tickle light vehicles now (like T9 rhinos) , but seem like very cost efficient anti-marine guns. At a glance these seem the most competitive ranged option now (given the low range on incinerators, and that the storm bolters on every GK model do the same job as psilencers), but that really depends on how they're pointed.
GMNDK: I've seen a lot folks really angry about the loss in BS/WS. Personally, I like the loss in WS/BS! They've had to artificially limit units like this (like tau commanders, smash captains) to one per detachment. I think the GMNDK outcompeted the NDK profile by too wide a margin. They fill the same role, just the GMNDK does it better. It seems like here, they're trying to differentiate them a bit. With the cheaper strats and the full re-rolls vs monsters/vehicles, it seems like they still only want you to take one of them as a tech-piece. Both previewed strats would be awesome on the GMNDK at 1CP. And now there's design space for the NDK to have its own unique rule to differentiate its role further! Weapons wise, the psilencer losing AP and the incinerator gaining range makes me consider swapping them out. The psycannon looks like it got worse; losing AP and not having enough strength to threaten heavy tanks will really set it back. I think we'll still have to take it anyways, since our other anti-tank is so limited. I like the toughness increase. even though most anti tank will rise to match it, infantry S4 weapons will now wound NDKs on a 6. NDK's used to take a lot of damage from S4 weapons wounding it on a 5+, and with their 4+ invuln it was one of the more reliable ways to kill them. Melee-weapon wise the great-hammer really seems like the only way to go now. The dude is kitted out for going HAM on veh/mon, so there's no reason to take a sword that is kinda shit against infantry. Maybe it'll be different on the NDKs.
Purifying Flame: This was disappointing. It makes purifiers about as good at killing GEQ equivalents as purgators with psilencers, while still retaining their melee capabilities. A nice shooting buff, but even though it has better range I would say it's worse than before, as killing light infantry has never been a GK issue, and those guaranteed 3 mortals could do work into characters, monsters and vehicles. And even then you hardly ever considered this unit. Purifiers could have an ability that makes them relevant on their datasheet, but unless its really good I think these guys might sit out 10th edition as well. Has there ever been an edition where purifiers were relevant?
Haloed in Soulfire: For 2CP, this seems too expensive. This kind of CP only feels worth it on a Paladin brick. Which who knows, maybe that'll be optimal. But for 1 CP, it seems pretty worth it on a GMNDK. I think this will let you operate your singular GMDNK with similar impunity as the Sigil of Exigence allowed.
Radiant Strike: Same deal as Haloed in Soulfire. Exact same. Too expensive for anything but a paladin brick or at half price for a GMNDK. It further cements the role of the GMNDK as an anti-vehicle/monster unit.
And the best for last!
Teleport Assault: 3x re-deepstrike, starting from 2nd turn
This is huge. There have been comments saying that its easy to screen out, that skilled players won't let it work. I think this is one of the most bonkers abilities in the game. I'm astonished something of this power level has been given to any faction, let alone grey knights. So previously, we could kinda do this, with Gate and Teleport Shunt (on interceptors/NDKs). But we were limited to either a 7+ roll (which you often spent 1-2 CP on to guarantee it went off when you needed it, along with the range limitation) or 2CP to shunt either NDKs or interceptors, which then couldn't be targeted by the stratagem later.
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It is true that it will be relatively easy for large armies/good players to screen you out of obviously advantageous positions. However, there's no opportunity cost for this ability. There's no range on Gate or a failed psychic test to limit you. You're not limited by CP, and you can target units that have already been targeted by it. Your shooting units are threatening the whole board the entire game with this ability. Your opponent can't kill off your librarian, or wait for you to be out of CP. On top of that, you perform jukes. You can deploy units heavily to one side of the table, then force your opponent to move units over there to counter you, then you can remove all of your units onto the other side of the board. Your opponent won't be able to match your mobility, and will have committed resources to a side of the board where they can't contribute. In other words, its a chess fork: if they don't move units to respond to where you are piling up units, you will sweep that side of the board, possibly into his backline. And if they do move units onto that side of the board, you can freely redeploy onto the other side of the board, losing literally nothing. I think a lot of Grey Knights playstyle in 10th edition will revolve around leveraging this army rule.
CONS
Anti-Tank damage looks a lot worse. Currently, we can hit big models with empyric amplification to power up NDK shooting, and Swordbearers can give all vehicles +1 to hit and wound. Storm bolters can plink off 1-2 wounds reliably with psybolt ammunition. Paladins with thunder hammers can go to town. Every unit has a smite, every unit can inflict mortals in melee and we have the mortal wound librarian. Quite a few options for reliably dealing damage to high toughness and high save targets. None of these will be in the next edition. Mini-psycannons and big psycannons won't be able to cut it with the new toughness'. They each needed +2 strength to be relevant against tanks in this brave new world.
GMNDK melee will slap cha/mon/veh, but it seems like we still have no reliable ways of getting it, or anything else, into melee.
Thats basically only leaves the lascannons/multimeltas on dreadnoughts, razorbacks, land raiders and stormravens. Everything (except dreads) are also paying for transport capacity, so they tend to be pretty inefficient as weapons platforms. And with the new mobility rules for grey knights, transports seem kind of redundant. Their points costs may prove me wrong, but I don't expect any of those 3 vehicles to become viable anti-tank for grey knights.
That leaves lascannon/missile dreads. I hope I'm wrong. I don't look forward to an edition where we spam 6 dreads as our only viable anti-tank. And thats even if Ven Dreads are still a thing.
As a side note, I wouldn't be surprised if dreads can't be targeted for teleport assault. It has precedents; there have been editions where dreads couldn't be targeted for gate. But then again, there have been editions where land raiders could be targeted by gate, so who knows.
So I'm a bit worried for the future of GK into the mega-toughness tank meta, but I'm excited out the wazoo to try out the new teleport assault.
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Well, if you made it this far, thanks! I'd love to know what you think, as we've still got about a month to agonize over this until the full index releases.

These are my beginner fanfictions! I tried to keep these as congruent with the portrayed personalities/actions of Overlord(tm).
The first is set sometime around the Re-Estize Kingdom destruction, while the second is set right after Pestonya and Nigredo get released from Ice Prison.
These feature Mare, Pestonya, and Cocytus mostly.
Please enjoy them!
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The shadow demon whispered into Ainz' "ear" which was met with a heavy sigh. He had grown tired of this fight, his enthusiasm for the following battle was sapped- all due to a certain individuals' actions.
"I tire of this. Cocytus, do as you will."
Cocytus thumped his chest with the pride not only of being chosen by Ainz-Sama but at the incoming chance to prove his worth to his God.
"Yes! Ainz. Sama. Will. I. Be. Providing. Back. Up. For. Your. Commands?"
Ainz propped his chin on a knuckle, and with a regal wave of his hand stated his decree.
"This war is with truly worthless, as well as anything that might be here. Truly worthless creatures." A chill seeped over the ground as Cocytus and the other retainers within the splendorous tent realized- Ainz-sama was angered by the Individuals' previous actions. The chill spread through their feet and crawled up their backs, like a horrid ghost which wished to whisper sweet nothings of despair into your ear. Slowly, it retracted, yet all in the tent continued to shiver. Such was the wrath of a Supreme Being. "Except for "that individual" do as you must, this was a waste of time. Everyone you shall be placed under Cocytus' direct orders as needed- assist him as you must."
Ainz-sama leaned deeper into his fist, lost in thought and perhaps tired from having to deal with this skirmish- far beneath need to waste his time. Cocytus and the other retainers bowed and briskly left the room. Walking with pride- Cocytus was trailed by footsteps, one step of clicking heels behind him drew his notice.
"Cocytus."
Albedo, the Overseer of Nazarick gently but firmly gripped one of his arms causing him to stop in his tracks.
"I apologize for touching you, but I don't need to exp-"
Cocytus waved two of his opposite arms, opposite from Albedos' retreating grasp.
"It. Need. Not. Be. Said." Cocytus puffed out "To. Not. Only. Waste. Ainz. Samas'. Precious. Time. But. To. Also. Not. Even. Reach. The. Standards. To. Meet. His. Expectations. Is. Worthy. Of. Eradication."
The other retainers- the Floor Guardians nodded to his statement in agreement.
Shalltear piped up" Ahhh~ We don't even need to show them true despair, this will simply be an execution." With a shake of her head and an expression which read "It can't be helped."
With resolve tempered, Cocytus began his task.
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The Hydra was a creature well known not only in Yggdrasil, but in the New World as well. Capable of casting not only magic of the 5th tier, but sometimes able to cast martial abilities. This was, however, entirely dependent on the luck of said hydra from birth. They could have anywhere from 7-9 heads and each could be skilled in magic or martial abilities, what it knew however was random- one could cast up to 2nd Tier but another on the same body could cast 5th tier. Its' heads would act in unison, with a "main head" being chosen by one which displayed their dominance by fighting the other heads and helped by slight telekinesis which allowed them to sense the leaders' whims.
Pelgraya-Nurm was proud of her shiny scales, which she frequently rehydrated to keep their glistening texture possibly to appear alluring to the humans. Their approval was below her, but who wouldn't appreciate praise no matter how insignificant. She shook her golden brown mane, large and fluffy she would easily be lauded by these humans as the softest cuddling partner if only she was nicer. She was not however.
Pelgraya-Nurm was different however, instead of heads it had been born with a plethora of arms. These arms, while not adept at martial kills, could cast 6th tier spells and along with improved dexterity, she could wield weapons if needed. This could be the reason she was cast out and viciously chased off by her kith and kin, probably not wanting the weakness a mutant would bring. She also had a talent, for mana, which increased her mana regen by absurd amounts the lower her mana. She was currently leading the contingent of her mercenary group which while called "The City Guard" were nothing more than thugs.
Pelgraya-Nurm had taken a name in part of jealousy of dragons (but partially from being shunned by her kin) but also to make her stand out among humans. While she easily towered over humans, however, the creatures she saw across from the battlefield shook her even now and made her feel insignifigant. She looked to her adjutant, Papaya, an elf she had bought to handle any affairs of human relations.
"Papaya" Pelgraya-Nurm muttered "What is that contingent of undead? Why have we not heard of such a thing before?"
Papaya rocked with her masters' obvious displeasure.
"I-i'm not sure. We haven't heard anything from scouts or even from the kingdom- they simply appeared P-Pelgraya-sama."
Papaya was consequently splattered across the floor, nearby soldiers, and part of the wall Pelgraya-Nurm was stationed on. Wicking off her claws with a flick of the wrist, she voiced her displeasure.
"You can all be replaced, you are nothing to me. I own you." Pelgraya-Nurm stated matter-of-factly. Simply put, this was how Hydras' and even most monsters behaved- rule of the strong. However, this was not usually the case for humanoids. They had "laws" and "good samaritism" they usually reacted negatively to being pasted onto their nearby surroundings.
Out of the corned of her eye, Pelgraya-Nurm saw a twisting of her humongous shadow- a small offshoot which seemed to sputter and slink off. Only for a second, she must have been seeing a trick of the light. She turned towards her opponents and grinned, they stood no chance.
Across the battlefield, after being reported to by that shadow demon, someone stamped the seal which would seal their fate.
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Cocytus had prepared a map of the village they stood before, which had been prepared by the shadow demons beforehand. It was largely unremarkable, but being a ragtag mercenary group this could easily be all of their mustered forces. The shadow demons hadn't been scouting for long but they would more than likely bring forth confirmation to this point. Cocytus would not be swayed by this, already tempered by previous expectations.
"Shalltear. May. I. Leave. Mopping. Up. Escaping. Troops. Or. Those. Running. Away. To. You?"
With a dainty curtsy, Shalltear silently left with an expression of relish. Now, what to do about showing the true wrath towards someone who wasted the precious Supreme Ones' infinite mercy of a quick death?
"Do. We. Have. The. Troops. Ready?"
"Yes, Cocytus. I have a suggestion to showing off our Supreme Ones' beauty in rule." Demiurge responded with a slowly growing grin.
Then. I. Shall. Leave. That. To. You."
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Pelgraya-Nurm was the first to hear it. A slow repeating stomp followed by a short break and then repeating. It quickly grew and inversely morale quickly shriveled.
STOMP STOMP STOMP. Silence.
STOMP STOMP STOMP. Silence.
This continued for a short while, as the undead which comprised the enemy forces- stomped in time, a truly jaw-dropping event. Undead could be coordinated so? In this number? Pelgraya-Nurm was growing uneasy, her surrounding contingent had long passed this.
STOMP STOMP STOMP. Silence.
The undead knelt and bowed, all centered on the tent in the distance. A chill was growing like a pillar of ice in the human army. No longer centered around Pelgraya-Nurm, but on this unknown force which had appeared.
STOMP STOMP STOMP. Silence.
The army split neatly in two as the undead smoothly, rised, slid away from the center, and resumed kneeling. A golden embroidered flag, with a black seal upon the purple midnight fabric. It slowly approached the middle grounds between the two armies and assumed a straight backed stance.
STOMP STOMP STOMP. Silence.
It began hoisting the flag straight up on every stomp, down in between. With a voice unnaturally loud for a sinle creature to have- and to be heard over such a distance. A voice which while holding a degree of self-importance rasped with the clear hatred for the living. It interrupted between the stomps.
STOMP "Ainz!" STOMP "Ooal!" STOMP "Gown!". Silence.
STOMP "Ainz!" STOMP "Ooal!" STOMP "Gown!". Silence.
STOMP "Ainz!" STOMP "Ooal!" STOMP "Gown!". Silence.
This continued until they saw creatures slowly walk from both sides of the army, chilling them to the bone even more somehow. Towering, black, and wielding swords in twisting patterns with paired great shields. Adorned with red veins which pulsated and seemed to draw the viewer into their grisly visage, a face which begged for them to approach and be rent. Death Knights.
These creatures lumbered in a roundabout number as the contingent shuddered in fear, no doubt a rout was being concocted simultaneously by these non-connected creatures. As the realization dawned on them for what was happening- they were being boxed in. Those horrid creatures had spaced themselves enough to easily be able to catch them if any tried to run.
It was a do-or-die situation. And if they got resurrected it might just be a die-or-die situation. Suddenly, gripping her superiority and strength- Pelgraya-Nurm commanded these rowdy people together.
"We have no chance of running, this is truly ride or die! Keep them at bay and I'll blast them to death!" she smirked despite her creeping fear.
The soldiers prepared themselves, maybe some of them would make it out alive if they fought to either their teeth or nails.
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Shalltear skipped along the streets, a strong undead following in tow. It was called a Living Hunter, an undead of the 50s level. It hungered for the living as its' name foretold, it however was adequately skilled for this task. It grew stronger in proportion to the living around it, which increased the radius of those included which could swell to absurd ranges depending on deployment. As well as that, it grew faster movement speed and attack speed the longer it chased an individual living creature. It towered over its surroundings and it could be slowed by those running into or hiding in buildings. This was also tempered by the fact it was sometimes unable to control itself from brutally devouring victims alive in brutal and sadistic fashions. While it could be a dangerous foe for attackers, it could easily be countered by simply sending in weak merc. NPCs to distract it or, even simpler just having a tank which had any taunt skill to constantly reset their passive.
Shalltear had been dragging along several human corpses in one hand while her umbrella was twirled in the other, snacks- not for her of course. They had easily accomplished their task, Living Hunter chasing stragglers and scaring people while Shalltear threw rocks to smash them into pieces. While its disgusting nature could never be mistaken for cute, the growl it made was of pleading. Shalltear stopped in place, sighed in an exaggerated manner, and spun with a childish waggle of her finger said-
"I GUESS you receive a treat for your good work.."
-she smiled and tossed corpses up to the Undead Hunter not unlike how one would toss treats to their pet dog. It snapped them up and smashed them like balloons between its teeth, chewing them up as if relishing a delicious piece of bubblegum.
"Gruuuu..!" it rumbled, shaking the surroundings.
"Okay, you continue with the pincer attack while I watch over this city, arinsu~."
It lumbered off as Shalltear sauntered up a walls buttressed stairs, before shortly perching herself to watch the ensuing battle, kicking her feet, and cutely twirling her umbrella.
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STOMP "Ainz!" STOMP "Ooal!" STOMP "Gown!". Silence.
STOMP "Ainz!" STOMP "Ooal!" STOMP "Gown!". Silence.
STOMP "Ainz!" STOMP "Ooal!" STOMP "Gown!". Silence.
Suddenly, it stopped. Jolting the mercenaries to attention. The undead chanter turned itself to the side and took steps back. A towering creature stepped forth from the tent and walked down the alley towards them.
As a slow frost gently billowed forth from the enemy side, the soldiers teeth began clacking. Pelgraya-Nurm, being cold-blooded, especially. The creature walked forth, eyes glinting in the dwindling sunlight and planted itself where the chanter had been. It slammed its weapons- a giant curved sword with a long hilt, a halberd, and an oddly small thin blade. The halberd and large sword had their hilts planted in the crackling, dry earth.
Silence. No one dared breath. The battlefield had shrunk and the contingent realized this. They were audibly shaking now, armor clinking over armor. Pelgraya-Nurm moved to say something was cut off by a shriek from behind them. A shriek which sounded like souls whining to be realsed from eternal torment.
Rubble came crashing down around them, slushing some of them and maiming others. Pelgraya-Nurm was struck by a huge chunk of wall directly in the face as she looked up, knocking her out cold. She was unable to witness the creature which had crumbled the walls from behind like a child might crush a graham cracker in their hands. It lurched over, so close it could look some of them face to face. It rasped a disgusting swathe of undead stench over them and seemingly chuckled. It- counter to its' size, grasped several soldiers with its armored mitts and tossed them into the air. The resulting crunch of the bone heralded the beginning to the skirmish.
As the undead began marching towards them, their attention was diverted between the encroaching mass of dead and the fact this creature summarily had grasped Pelgraya-Nurm and slowly dragged her with them. Their trump card removed, they were finished in barely ten minutes.
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Pelgraya-Nurm awoke slowly, her vision blurry and ear-holes ringing.
"????? ??????? ?? ??? ????..." something murmured. She did not know or care whether this was directed at her, and she was focused on simply getting up and wreaking havoc among these filthy peasants. She toppled over, due to her weight and a force pushing her down.
"??! ??? ????? ? ??? ?????? ??? ? wonder ?? sama ??? ???????? ?? ?????" failed to breach her head and report anything communicable to her brain. She was slowly coming to and realized she was surrounded.
A silver haired thing, a creature in orange vestment, and the tall white thing from before.
"Waking ??? ?? ???? ?. Good. ??? ?? ?? begin."
The silver-hair and white- thing stood with smug(?) looks (she had never cared to learn human expressions) as the orange-suit walked forward.
"How would you ???? do this?" the orange-ones' movement was making her dizzy again, however she had the upper hand- quickly she cast a [Silent Magic: Ultra Fireball] in a deft motion. Before that she was struck across the head which sent her reeling and slightly rolling. The fuzziness returned-
"No." orange-suit said, muffled by her newly made brain fog.
"A bit gentler ???? ?????? Ainz-sama ???? ???? this one ??? all." the silver-hair piped up
"Indeed. It. Will ????. ?. ??????. Prize. For. ???. Ainz. Sama. ????. It. Would. Seem. ???. ?. ??????. Bauble." white-thing responded.
Her vision returning, she weakly lifted her head and was promptly struck again- she had been bitch-slapped. It wasn't as forceful as before, which allowed her to go all out and cast [Maximize Magic: Ultra Fireball], [Maximize Magic: Magic Arrow], and [Maximi-
She was bitch slapped once.
She was bitch slapped twice.
She was bitch slapped a third time.
Her head was whipped around comically with the applied beatings.
"????. ??. ????. ???. Awaits." the white-thing stated
"??????." the silver-hair responded
"??. ??? ????? ????." the orange-suit concurred.
Pelgraya-Nurm was gripped by her throat as she was recovering from this. The orange-thing gripped her throat with a single thing, threatening to crush her windpipe. Slowly she started being dragged along behind them, at a brisk pace. The cobblestone of the city around her and the subsequent rocky ground, for the first time hurt as she was roughly dragged along it.
She struggled, and was thrown onto the ground and bitch-slapped again, gripped by the throat, and dragged along again. This continued two more times, but Pelgraya-Nurm was exhausted, not only from her large size' energy need, the beatings, and an unknown exposure to the sunlight. She felt weak and the fight left her. She was dragged along the long, slow, path towards that tent.
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They finally arrived in front of the tent and she was again slammed into the ground, this time in a much harder throw. The wind and tears were knocked from her, the ground cracking underneath this crushing blow. The white-thing, silver-hair, and orange-suit all prostrated themselves towards the tent. An encroaching fear was growing over Pelgraya-Nurm and she bowed her head to the ground (again, partly from exhaustion and the beatings).
"Ainz-sama! We have brought this disgusting specimen before you as you have asked!" the three spoke in unison. Pelgraya-Nurm understood. Ainz Ooal Gown was not a country or a simple fief but someone these things bowed before.
As the aforementioned one fluttered the tent flap open, a finely decorated skeleton thing- followed by a demi-angel(?). Fear pierced her through like a harpoon, and felt as if it was being pulled through her guts. She openly shook and hoped maybe since they had brought her forth, they might allow her to at least live. Undead were known to hate the living, but maybe since this one surrounded itself by the living it would be merciful.
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Ainz flapped open the tent, and was greeted with Demiurge, Shalltear, and Cocytus. He received their gift of this prisoner-of-war, and consequently praised their efforts. This praise made them seemingly shiver with delight. But to Pelgraya-Nurm, it was unnoticed- she was too focused on this one called "Ainz."
"A-Ainz-sama?" She spat up as she pressed her head into the head indent she had made earlier. "I-"
Ainz sliced his hand horizontally as if to cut her in twain.
"Silence." it commanded.
She began tearing up, how could fate deny her strength. She had made herself a slowly growing land, full with servants, and glory to her. Why had this thing come here? Why her?
"To viciously murder ones followers, loyal beings- is a sin I cannot abide. To do so, is to be scum of the worst kind. I do not normally do this, but I shall relish this. Cocytus lift her."
Before she could run, white-thing grabbed her by the forehead and lifted her straight up. This painful grip denied her any chance to pull free, her large body squirming halfways upon the ground. Her arms pulled and scraped the ground and attempted to pull herself free by pushing against Cocytus. She was like a child being lifted by the leg, helpless against her coming doom.
Ainz flicked his wrist and a magic circle appeared before his bony hand. With that he made a faux-gripping motion and she could no longer move her body and some of her arms. It felt like she was truly being gripped within his grasp. Her arms now flailed uselessly and she screamed and cried as she too flailed. Her last thought was that she had never found a mate, maybe a human HAD been her only chance.
With that flick of the wrist, she was summarily twisted around, multiple times, in a quick clockwise turn. Cocytus' grip being the axis of this sickly pirouette, evoking the look of a ballroom dance. Cocytus subsequently dropped the head.
"Send it to be picked clean, and Living Hunter to patrol."
​
Much later, after confirming everything was razed and destroyed- the Living Hunter gleefully engorged itself among the feast of the battlefield.
​

Ive recently read some comments on a post from the Ashley_carnduff parody tiktok by an Ash enthusiast who writes:
“This is horrible. Why would you take time out of your life to actively bully someone else? Someone you don’t even know…smh”
When her taking covid to an infusion ward was brought up many times this Ash apologist response was:
“As for the covid thing, I’m pretty sure she didn’t know she tested positive until after. Ashley quarantined better than any other person I know”
“I’m pretty sure she didn’t know” - pretty sure isn’t good enough, especially in light of the fact that WE have EVIDENCE that she DID know. The absolute champion who screen-shotted Ashley’s post about feeling symptomatic before it was deleted will forever be a hero IMO. But let us never forget how hideous and unforgivable this action of hers was. Let’s take a moment to really fathom how fucking garbage Ashley is for doing this.
Ashley’s mother tests positive for covid. She makes a post about the “thing we’ve been fearing has finally come into our house”. She then quarantines at the neighbours place who are away, to eat pizza in a spa while wearing sunglasses and sticking her tongue out. Rock n roll. She then posts about feeling symptoms. She then deletes that post. She then goes to her infusion. She then tests positive for covid the next day and alongside a picture of her positive test she writes: “before you come at me with your bullshit narrative…. I did everything RIGHT!” She tells us that the nurses were aware of her situation, that she tested negative and was given the go ahead for her infusion, she was only seen in a private room by two nurses and all while wearing protective gear.
Sure, Ash. Fact remains that the two major things that health care providers needed to assist them in assessing covid safety protocols was and always was 1) covid test and 2)are you feeling any symptoms?
Why did you delete your post about being symptomatic?
Let’s just think for a second JUST how despicable Ashley’s actions were in deleting that post. How manipulative and premeditated it all was. She wanted sympathy for being exposed to covid cause she’s so VuNeRaBLe, but then she also remembered her precious IV pics for the gram were far too important to jeopardise, so she deleted the post and any evidence that she suspected she had covid… take a minute also to remember how full on ash was about demanding space because she has auto immune issues, you know, like cancer patients have. Through covid and beyond she demanded people wear masks and social distance. Was actually being an advocate by focusing attention on the need to protect the vulnerable.
“Ashley quarantined better than any other person I know”
Yes, Ashley quarantined to protect herself. And the ONE moment it counted for her to quarantine to protect others she erased evidence of her symptoms because she wouldn’t sacrifice her IV pics under any circumstances. The ONE moment she should have “stayed the fuck home” was the one time she didn’t. There is absolutely ZERO chance the medical staff would have permitted her in if she had told them she was symptomatic. False negatives were common knowledge which is why asking about symptoms were always so vital. Again, why delete the symptomatic post?
This isn’t just mind blowing selfish recklessness… it’s arguably, criminal.
And to this Ash apologist, who is “pretty sure” Ash didn’t know she had covid when she sauntered into a building accomodating cancer patients- does it change your view of her when we confront you with the evidence that she did in fact know?
I write this post mostly for any newcomers or fence sitters or indeed any Ash apologists who think pushback against her and what she stands for is somehow “bullying”
This person, who garnered sympathy as a health compromised person, who tried to market herself as an advocate for the vulnerable, who lectured the public about covid safety,- knowingly took covid into a medical centre because she valued vanity shots of her Hydration fluids above the life and risk to literal cancer patients.
You’re “pretty sure” she didn’t know. Well I’m “absolutely certain” she did and also quite certain that Ashley is a lying, manipulative, deceitful POS who risked peoples health a safety IRL for the sole purpose of a fucking Instagram post.
This wasn’t some innocent ignorance that in hindsight was a bad decision. This was a wilful and conscious act. Hiding and destroying evidence prior to committing a reckless act is proof of premeditation and I’m not “pretty sure” about this, either.

Captain knocks on the door to Human Dave's quarters, and an assenting yell to enter is heard.
Human Dave is seated on the floor, holding a glass bottle that contains a clear liquid, looking very relaxed.
Alien Captain: "Human Dave, are you alright?"
HD: "Captain! Never better!"
Human Dave starts giggling uncontrollably while looking at Captain.
AC: "Human Dave, are you quite certain? You are acting atypical of your normal behaviour, especially as I have noticed you are sitting atop your datapad."
HD: "I am?"
Human Dave looks down and also notices that he is sitting on a datapad; the screen having cracked from his weight.
HD: "Ah, crap. I'll have to fix that later."
AC: "Human Dave, what is that bottle?"
HD: "Oh, this? It's a little present from my dad. He finally managed to make some quality booze and had it shipped to me by courier."
AC: "Booze?"
HD: "Right. Uhh... what's the word again? Oh! Right! Alcohol!"
AC: "Alcohol? Is that not an extremely dangerous substance used to keep surfaces and skin sterile in preparation for surgery? Why are you ingesting it?"
Human Dave takes another swig from the bottle.
HD, slurring: "Coz' this one tastes good. Alcohol is something that humans consume regularly for rec... rec... it's used to loosen us up and help us relax, Captain."
AC: "Human Dave, you appear to be intoxicated."
HD: "I am, Captain! I'm intoxi... in... I'm drunk, Captain!"
AC, unnerved: "...maybe I should go and get Doctor. Perhaps she has something that can remedy this situation."
HD, loudly: "Nooo. I'm fine, Captain. It'll wear off after I sleep."
AC: "..."
HD, trailing off: "Might regret gettin' so drunk when I wakes up, but I'll be fine."
Human Dave slowly leans to the side and slumps onto the ground.
The contents of the bottle spill slightly, but the bottle appeared to be mostly empty when Human Dave fell.
A snort sounds out loudly, startling Captain for a moment, which is followed by loud snoring.
AC: "..."
AC: "Maybe I will get Doctor, just in case."
...
AC: "What is your professional opinion, Doctor?"
Doctor and Captain stand in Human Dave's quarters.
Doctor is keeping a close eye on Human Dave while using a medical grade scanner to ascertain his current condition.
Alien Doctor: "Human Dave will be fine, Captain. Humans are capable of metabolising ethanol in this form, but excess is not recommended."
Human Dave snorts loudly again but continues to sleep.
AC: "How will we know how much is considered an excessive amount?"
AD: "That depends on the individual human, Captain. I am willing to bet that Human Dave knows his limits and will not imbibe in excess of his body's limits."
AC: "Is ethanol not extremely harmful to sentient beings?"
AD: "It is, however, humans have made many forms that are capable of being ingested by many species in the galaxy. I daresay that this one that Human Dave has consumed is too strong for our biology, but he may have access to weaker forms that are compatible with our bodies."
AC: "You sound as though you want to ingest such a deadly substance."
AD: "... I will admit that my scientific curiosity is considering the idea, as I am somewhat curious as to how our physiology will react to intoxication in this form."
AC: "... how intoxication is somehow a curiosity to you, Doctor, I will never understand."
AD: "However, that is a discussion to take place after Human Dave has awakened from his alcohol-induced slumber."
...
HD: "... oh, God, my head!"
AD: "Human Dave, how are you feeling?"
Human Dave runs a hand over his face, and it settles over his eyes.
HD, covering his eyes: "... like I just went seven rounds with a Keltiss War-kin."
AD: "Ah. Interesting. Human Dave, drink this."
Doctor hands Human Dave a water pouch, and he takes it gratefully.
HD, between sips of water: "Thank you very much, Doctor. Have you been studying up on human biology and physiology again?"
AD: "I have had a somewhat interesting refresher, especially in regards to intoxication in your species, Human Dave."
HD: "Ah. Did I do anything too embarrassing?"
AD: "Aside from making Captain panic slightly, no. Which is a pity. I have heard that humans make wonderful fools of themselves when intoxicated."
HD: "Well, at least I didn't try to take the engine apart."
AD: "..."
HD: "I didn't try to take the engine apart, did I?"
AD: "Sadly, no. It would have been an amusing sight."
Human Dave continues to sip at his water pouch, still covering his eyes.
HD: "Did you need something else from me, Doctor? You seem curious about something."
AD: "I was curious about something, Human Dave."
HD: "What is it?"
AD: "Do you have a recommendation for alcohol that is compatible with the Cradelian physiology?"
HD: "... what?"
AD: "I find myself curious as to the sensation of intoxication, and would like to experience it myself, for scientific purposes."
HD, quietly, to himself: "'For scientific purposes', she says."
AD: "Yes. Cradelians do not imbibe ethanol in this form, nor do we normally experience intoxication in social settings. The only time a Cradelian would experience intoxication is when undergoing surgery from anaesthesia, as it has something of a narcotic effect on our physiology."
HD: "I'll tell you what: let me get over this hangover, and I'll see what I can do."
AD: "Excellent. I look forward to the experience."
...
AC: "Remind me again how it came to this, Human Dave."
Human Dave and Captain are carrying a thoroughly intoxicated Doctor back to the ship; one on either side of her, with her arms draped over their shoulders; her feet barely dragging along the ground.
HD: "Doctor wanted to try being drunk. So I took her to a human bar and tried out a few drinks.
AC: "..."
HD: "We found one that was weak enough not to cause any significant damage to her physiology, and she had a blast."
AC: "What is a 'blast', Human Dave?"
HD: "I meant that she enjoyed herself, Captain. She only managed two before she passed out, though. A Mojito and a vodka soda, if I remember correctly. I'm pretty sure she liked the Mojito more because of its fruity flavour."
AC: "Doctor is partial to fruits, so that is understandable."
HD: "How come you didn't try anything, Captain?"
AC: "And run the risk of poisoning myself as a result? No, thank you, Human Dave."
HD: "Then I'll just have to introduce you to some zero-alcohol drinks, Captain. They are basically the same as alcoholic drinks, only no alcohol content in them."
AC: "... that seems an acceptable alternative, Human Dave. And Doctor did seem to enjoy herself before she passed out."
HD: "A bit of sleep, and maybe a once-over with the medical scanner, and she'll be fine."
AC: "... that you even have to mention the medical scanner, even in passing, does not fill me with a sense of confidence, Human Dave."

Just like every year on 9th of September, 1944 was no different. Military was, again, organizing a ball to celebrate the foundation of the Republic.
Mark always found this event exciting. He was a staunch republican but that was not the only reason. Ball has always been one of the only activities where high ranking officers sat together and talked to each other in a lightened mood.
He went into the ball room and immediately after, one of the other officers called to him. He was the commander of the 2nd Army, Eric Hill. “Come, Mark. Sit with us.”
Mark saluted and sat down on a chair. The table was crowded with generals, almost everyone here was also a member of the General Staff. A server rushed towards him in order to get his order.
Mark turned towards the waiter and said, “Just water.”
Server nodded and rushed. Eric spoke out;
“You are not staying I assume?”
Mark replied, “No, General. I’m not. We’ve spotted movements on the other side of the Rummish border. My division is currently investigating the issue. I’ll depart for Narbel in a few hours.”
Eric nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "I see. Duty calls, as always. It's a shame you won't be able to stay and enjoy the festivities, Mark. But I trust your judgment when it comes to matters of national security."
Mark nodded solemnly. "Thank you, General. It's unfortunate timing, but our duty to protect the Republic must always come first. I'll do everything in my power to ensure the safety of our borders."
As the server returned with Mark's glass of water, he took a sip and continued, "We've been monitoring the Rummish border closely for any signs of aggression. It seems tensions have been escalating recently. Have you received any specific intelligence regarding the movements?"
Eric leaned in, his expression serious. "Indeed, Mark. Our intelligence reports indicate that the Rummish forces have been conducting military exercises near the border. It's difficult to determine their exact intentions, but it's clear they're flexing their military might. We cannot afford to underestimate them."
Mark nodded again, his mind already focused on the impending mission. "I understand, General. I'll make sure my unit is prepared for any possible scenarios. We cannot afford to let our guard down."
Another officer, General Roberts, interjected, "Mark, I've heard rumors of a potential diplomatic solution to ease the tensions. Do you think there's any truth to that?"
Mark glanced at General Roberts, contemplating the question. "It's hard to say, General. Diplomatic solutions are always preferable, but we must be cautious. The Rummish have been known to use diplomacy as a tactic to buy time or gather intelligence. Remember Dome? Everyone thought it was safe and sound until the Rummish took the city overnight. We must remain vigilant and prepared for any outcome."
Eric added, "Indeed, Mark. Diplomacy may be an option, but we cannot rely solely on it. Our military strength and readiness are crucial in maintaining our security and protecting our interests."
Mark nodded in agreement with General Eric's statement. "You're absolutely right, General. Diplomacy can only go so far, and in times of uncertainty, it's our military strength and readiness that ensure the safety and stability of our Republic."
General Roberts, a seasoned veteran, chimed in. "I remember a time during the Battle of Zeharen when we were outnumbered and outgunned. It was a grueling fight, but our determination and the valor of our soldiers turned the tide. We held our ground, pushing back the rebel forces and securing a crucial victory. You were also protecting our northern flank in that battle, Mark. If we fight our battles like we fought in Zeharen, no one will even dare to attack Sordland."
Mark listened intently, his eyes reflecting a mixture of respect and questioning. He surely admired Roberts's patriotism and heroism but have always criticized his 'unrealistic approaches to modern problems'. Mark replied, "It's stories like these, General Roberts, that remind us of the sacrifices and courage displayed by our men and women on the front lines. Their unwavering dedication and bravery make us proud to serve alongside them. But we must also remember that not only bravery can win a fight. Having a more maneuverable unit with better weaponry has enabled us to shed less Sordish blood while crushing the rebels."
General Hill, known for his experience, shared a more somber tale. "During the Siege of Holsord in the Civil War, I commanded a battalion that was tasked with holding a critical position. We fought tooth and nail, enduring heavy bombardment and relentless assaults. Many lives were lost, and the toll it took on our soldiers was immense. But we held that position, not just for the sake of victory, but for the comradeship and unwavering bond that develops in the face of adversity."
Mark's gaze turned introspective, his mind filled with memories of fallen comrades. "War is a harsh and unforgiving reality, General. It tests the limits of our humanity and challenges our notions of what is right and just. It's our duty as leaders to honor the sacrifices made by those who came before us and strive for a world where peace prevails."
“Do you have any memories to share with us, Mark? You fought in the civil war, were with us in Zeharen and also fought against BFF. I’m sure you have dozens of memories right now.” said General Roberts. Mark Replied;
“Yes, General. But one of them still scratches my mind.” Mark replied and continued, “In Bergia, especially in winter time, BFF return to the mountains like bears going into hibernation. Because as terrorists with no clear pathway between mountains and with very light clothing, it becomes very hard for them to move from hill to hill, mountain to mountain. And in the first days of the spring, they come out from their caves, like bears themselves.”
​
General Hill laughed and said, “Come on, Mark. We already know how BFF operates.”
​
Mark smiled and continued, “In that time, while guarding his post in the outskirts of Deyr, one Sergeant Major spotted something with his binoculars, approximately 500 meters away. He noticed that someone was running away from the forest towards an open area with practically no cover. Sergeant noticed that the person he was watching seemed to be short and slender for an adult. Sergeant thinks to himself that it might be a child running, but the way the person is running doesn't seem playful; they are running while looking behind as if they're escaping from something. Then, a larger figure resembling a horse enters the frame from the same forest and starts chasing after the kid. After analyzing the figure for three seconds, the sergeant shouts, "Damn, it's a bear!" and leaves the binoculars, grabs his weapon, and sounds the alarm at his post. Taking three out of the five soldiers from his post and starts to rush towards the location where the child is, firing a shot into the air every hundred meters, alternating between sprints and fast running.”
“At the halfway point, the sergeant sees that the bear catches up to the little girl and claws at her from behind. Then, a horrifying scream pierces through the air.”
“When the gendermaries arrive, the girl lies face down, covered in blood in the snowy mud. She appears to be weakened from the injury and the running while a very aggressive brown bear has bitten her ankle and is shaking its head like a crocodile, trying to tear it off. The girl is also being thrown around in the mud with the force of the bear's shaking. The sergeant quickly realizes the life-threatening danger, shoots the bear with great marksmanship and immediately calls for help on his radio. Fortunately, the gendarmerie vehicle is on patrol nearby and quickly arrives at the scene with its sirens. The sergeant slings his rifle across his back and lifts the girl onto his right shoulder, then starts running towards the main road. Displaying the true valor of a Sordish soldier with a blue beret, he manages to run at a steady pace with the heavily wounded girl on his shoulder for eight minutes uphill, finally reaching the gendarmerie patrol vehicle. He places the girl on the vehicle's floor and jumps inside himself and without even turning off the sirens, they rush towards the state hospital. It should be noted that despite losing a significant amount of blood, the young girl remains conscious. Along the way, the gendarmes try to talk to her, keeping her awake. She says her name is Cassie.”
“Why was the girl there at that time? She thought she could take a shortcut through the forest to the village road and sing a couple more Bludish folk songs before it gets dark. Little did she realize that she would encounter a bear on her way.”
“Upon reaching the emergency room, while the first aid is being administered, Cassie asks for her "big soldier brother" since she is scared of the nurses and doctors. The sergeant, covered in blood and dirt, holding his rifle, takes a seat next to her and tries to comfort her. Meanwhile, the doctors intervene in the open wound. It should be noted again that Cassie has a broken left fibula, multiple abrasions and contusions, her clothes are torn to shreds, and her back is completely exposed. Deep scars, around 45-50 centimeters long can be seen extending from her right scapula to her left kidney. Additionally, there is a severe injury on her ankle. Even though a bear's strike to the back often results in a fatal outcome, she somehow hangs on to life.
“Later, we heard that the girl received a total of 121 stitches. She's doing well and recovering. The entire district gendarmerie is laughing all day because a girl's life was saved. The local Bludish population started calling the sergeant as ‘Ayıboğan’, which refers to the strength of a bear in the local dialect.”
“Every time when I read propaganda posters distributed by BFF that the Gendarmerie and Sordish Armed Forces is a tool fed by the fascist Sollists to silence and enslave the Bludish people, I always think of the sergeant major who left his position and equipment behind and ran an absolute marathon to save the girl's life. Then a question keeps revolving in my mind. What is Sordish Armed Forces and the Gendarmerie truly protects? Just a post, a position with sandbags and heavy weaponry or children like Cassie?”
General Roberts replied, “Children, of course.” all of the table seemed to be agreeing with him, maybe except a few officers. He continued, “What happened to the Sergeant Major?”
Mark replied, “I've given Sergeant Major a commendation for leaving his post in line of duty, a post which he must protect with his life. Because he left his post in order to protect a child, even Bludish, a citizen of this Republic.”
The atmosphere around the table grew more solemn as each general shared their own stories, some glorious, some heart wrenching and some with dilemmas. The clinking of glasses and the distant melodies from the ballroom provided a stark contrast to the weight of their memories.
General Roberts, attempting to lighten the mood, raised his glass and said, "To our fallen comrades and to the unwavering spirit of the men and women who have fought for our Republic!"
The other generals raised their glasses in unison, echoing his sentiment. Mark's eyes met with the others, and in that moment, they understood the gravity of their roles as leaders and the importance of preserving the legacy of those who had fought and sacrificed before them.
As the night continued, the conversation shifted towards lighter topics, interspersed with moments of laughter and camaraderie. They shared stories of triumphs and defeats, of bonds forged in the crucible of combat, and the collective sense of purpose that bound them together.
In that moment, amidst the military ball and the company of fellow generals, Mark found solace and inspiration. He knew that regardless of the challenges ahead, he stood shoulder to shoulder with comrades who shared his commitment and determination to protect the Republic…

I am struggling from procrastination a lot . As a result I am having trouble keeping up with my studies and life in general .
So I am looking for an accountability partner to help each other stay on track and motivate each other at our lowest times . We can share our progress with each other , keep each other accountable when we slack off and celebrate our achievemnts together however little or big they may be .
Something about myself : I am 21/M and currently doing masters in physics . Some of my other interests are reading comics/webtoon , philosophy , programming(python) , linux , cybersecurity , listening to music (lofi , rock , alternative/indie , accoustic etc ..) , playing games (although I want to quit it for now ) .
My current goals are : Have a consistent study schedule , wake up early , daily meditation/exercise , giving up some bad habits and developing healthier ones etc .
Let me know if you are interested and please be around my age .
Have a great day .