2021.10.23 20:35 RelleckGames Is Zana (in maps) currently bugged? Keep randomly failing missions.
3 missions failed so far. First one was a 6 portal "completion" map that on the 3rd portal it closed and said failed. Next two were failed before I even entered into the portal(s) - I made my selection(s), went to HO to sell items from base map, then upon going back into base map to enter into Zana map they were both labeled as failed and portals were closed.
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2021.10.23 20:35 TheNamelessComposer Most people pretend to not fear death
Yes, some people genuinely don't fear death, but imo most people, if they're being honest, are scared if not terrified. Especially if they don't believe in an afterlife. Yet many claim they don't, partly to seem so enlightened or chill. If you pointed a gun at most people they'd totally panic. And that's normal, if we didnt have survival instinct we wouldn't survive to pass our genes on. Beyond that some fear non existence, hell, losing the ones they love. They're all the fear of death. I don't want to assume what someone really does feel but I do wish more would be honest about it. Not that I'm encouraging people to be afraid, in a way it's good not to be.
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2021.10.23 20:35 questisstillquest I heard Maccas opened a new branch in Sky...
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2021.10.23 20:35 bongusmle Pls suggest any hospital/uni to apply for USCE
2021.10.23 20:35 fainting--goat I do one good deed a week
I should have died many years ago. My appendix ruptured. I didn’t have health insurance so I told myself the crippling pain was just food poisoning. I waited it out and then I started to feel better, so I figured that was all.
Then the pain came back. Sepsis. By the time I finally decided to risk medical bankruptcy, I was going into septic shock.
I don’t recall a lot of being in the hospital. I suspect I was unconscious for most of it. That or hallucinating. Dreamy figures wavered in and out of my awareness. People surrounded my bed and I couldn’t tell who any of them were. They were gray blurs against a white backdrop, their edges blurry like I was staring at them through frosted glass.
There was only one time those figures grew distinct. I still wonder if it was a dream, though the results are certainly real enough. I remember being in my hospital bed. Everything was strangely quiet. The monitors were silent, their glowing screens black like ink. The lights in my room were out and no light shone from the crack under the door. The curtains were drawn over the windows. It felt like I was suspended in a bubble, cut off from the rest of the world.
There was someone standing at the foot of my bed. They loomed over me, like their presence was far more immense than their frame could contain. I couldn’t see any features. They were like a cut-out of a person, darker than their surroundings, but they were the first person that felt real since I’d arrived in the hospital.
“You’re going to die soon,” they said. “Is this what you want?”
I said it wasn’t and I was surprised at how calm I sounded. Maybe the weight of their words hadn’t sunk in yet. Maybe it was because this was a dream.
“You’re quite unremarkable,” they continued. “Very few people would mourn you. What makes your life worth continuing?”
“Because it’s mine,” I whispered, “and I’m not ready to give up on it yet.”
“I don’t care what you want. They certainly don’t care either.”
They gestured their arms out expansively and somehow I knew they meant the world - the real world, somewhere far away from here - and all those people out there that continued living their lives, oblivious to my frail, fragile life tracked on the now silent heart monitor. I knew they were right. If someone told any stranger on the street that I’d died today, they wouldn’t care. The kindest might feel a vague sense of sorrow, but how could they muster any real emotion for someone they never knew? I didn’t matter to anyone except myself.
“But maybe,” they said thoughtfully, “you can make yourself matter. Would you like to try that?”
I grabbed onto the lifeline they offered. Of course, I said gratefully. I’d try my hardest.
I didn’t know what I was committing to. But I’d soon find out.
My next memory is of a nurse leaning over me. She seemed pleasantly surprised as she told me that the infection was gone. Not just receding - gone. Like a miracle had happened overnight. They’d keep me for observation a bit longer and then discharge me the next day if everything looked good. My doctor, when he made the rounds, was similarly surprised that I was still alive. They were certain they were going to lose me. Organ failure was the next step and while there were machines that could replace some of their functions, well, those were last-ditch attempts. In his entire career he’d never seen someone rebound so quickly.
That was my first indication that what I’d seen hadn’t been only a dream.
I wish I could say things were great after that. They weren’t. I found myself saddled with almost $70k in medical bills. The hospital referred me to someone in their billing department that put together a payment plan, but after a free consultation with a bankruptcy lawyer we decided it’d be easier to repair my credit than to pay that off. Especially since I didn’t really have much in the way of credit to begin with.
Obviously I lost my job from being in the hospital for so long. A friend let me crash at their place as I couldn’t pay rent and things began a slow - very slow - upward climb after that.
For a while I didn’t see any effects from whatever that entity had been. I think it’s because I was just so grateful for being alive and I had plenty of opportunities to unknowingly fulfill what was required of me. Then I hit a bad spot. I felt like I’d never get out of the situation I was in. I went through the motions of going to work, but that was all. My friend - a roommate now, as I could pay a fair share of rent - helped a lot. They did a lot of the cooking and cleaning and didn’t ask for much in return.
Then one morning I woke up with a burning sensation in my stomach. Right in the middle, just above the belly button. For a moment I panicked, as it felt just as it did when the appendicitis started, but how could that be? They’d removed the appendix when they’d opened me up and vacuumed me out. I pulled up my pajamas and stared at my body.
There was a perfectly round circle on my stomach where the skin was devoid of color. Like the flesh of a corpse. I gingerly touched it and it felt cold.
I went to work anyway, because I didn’t know what to do and couldn’t afford to lose another job. The spot on my stomach occupied every spare thought I had while at the warehouse. Did I dare see a doctor? I still didn’t have insurance. How would I pay for the bills? Could you declare bankruptcy twice?
By the end of my shift I was convinced I was going to die. I’d been living on borrowed time, clearly, and now the grave had caught up to me. Going to the doctor would just prolong the inevitable… or at best plunge me even further into financial ruin. I was so preoccupied with my own despair that I almost didn’t notice a coworker asking me if I could take over their shift tomorrow.
I mentally did the math. It was my day off, but that’d add a nice bump to my paycheck and maybe I could afford an urgent care visit. I agreed and my coworker nearly melted with relief.
“My daughter’s class is putting on a play tomorrow evening,” he said. “She made me promise I’d be there, but they didn’t remember that I’d requested that day off when they put together the schedule, I guess.”
He gave a half-hearted roll of his eyes and hurried off. The next day, at the end of my extra shift, I realized the gnawing pain in my stomach was gone. When I checked, the spot was gone.
It took a few more repetitions of this before I caught on to what was happening. The entity said I needed to make myself matter.
I began to time it. It’d be a week before the spot appeared. Every day I delayed, it’d grow a little. Whenever I did something kind for someone else, it’d vanish. Then it’d come back the next week.
At first, my motives were pure. Forced kindness can still be genuine kindness. It didn’t seem to matter how I felt about the act, which made sense. The entity had said that no one out here cared about what I wanted, after all. The results were the only thing that were important. So every week… I did a good deed. And that made me happy for a long time.
There’s plenty of opportunities for small stuff. I chased down and returned lost dogs. I bought someone their coffee. I donated to charities. It was so simple - so easy - that for a while I thought this was the best bargain anyone could make. It wasn’t even making me be nice all the time. It was only once a week. One nice thing a week! Anyone can accomplish that, right?
It’s been over ten years now. My credit finally doesn’t suck, I have a job that provides health insurance, and if housing prices weren’t insane right now I’d even be thinking about getting a house. But there’s one disturbing trend that’s been happening over the past ten years, one that’s occurred gradually.
It’s taking more and more to get the spot to vanish.
It’s not frequency, either. A couple years ago, when all my usual tactics were failing, I tried doing a good deed every day and nothing happened.
It’s about scale.
Donating to a charity won’t make the spot go away, but volunteering for one will.
Taking a lost dog home won’t make the spot go away, but dashing into traffic to grab a dog running in the street will.
Then a few years ago I hit on a new tactic.
I could manufacture situations to be ‘good’ in.
The first time was an accident. I was helping a friend move. The spot was on my stomach by then and I knew an hour of physical labor in the aid of a friend no longer got rid of it, but I was hoping if I stayed two or three hours, that would do the trick. But no more than thirty minutes into the job, my grip slipped, and they dropped their end of the sofa as well when they found they were the only one suddenly supporting its weight. It broke one of their toes. I drove them to urgent care and waited to drive them back.
The dead spot was gone.
Another time, as an experiment, I stole a neighbor’s dog. They had a young son who was dearly attached to the dog and when he was outside, calling for the dog while sobbing uncontrollably, I miraculously appeared with the ‘runaway’. When I walked away, leaving him with his beloved pet, I found that the pain and the cold was gone.
My good deed has nothing to do with how much ‘good’ I’m doing in this world. Nothing to do with my own motivations. It’s all about how much the other person cherishes it.
This is the part I’m a little ashamed of. It’s been getting harder and harder to find people in dire need, so when I get desperate I manufacture a crisis. I’ve slashed tires. I’ve stolen purses. I always make sure the person is okay in the end, but their distress is my responsibility. For what it’s worth, I try to put it off as long as possible. It can take months for the dead spot to spread to the point where I’m afraid for my life.
And these past couple years that’s been the only thing that’s saved me.
I can barely find something good enough to stave off my death. I can barely make myself matter anymore. It can take weeks - a month or more - to finally find someone that needs my help. And when I find them, I’m even more relieved than they are. They tell me I’m a life-saver and I’m holding back tears of relief as the pain that suffuses my body and limbs vanishes, thinking that no, they’re the one saving me.
There doesn’t seem to be any good deed left that’s proportional to the debt I’ve accumulated over the past ten years.
I see… the entity’s shadow. In the corner of my vision. Like it knew this moment would come and is just waiting for me to breathe my last. I feel like I’ve made a bargain with the devil. Perhaps I did.
I have one last thing I’m going to try. I’ve been putting it off for as long as I can. The cold is covering most of my body. My fingers are stiff and ache like I’ve been outside in the snow for hours as I type this. The only spot it hasn’t reached is my head and my heart, but I feel that if I wait any longer, it’ll consume that too.
I think we can all guess what happens then.
I’ve tried everything that used to work in the past. If anything, the pain has only gotten worse with each failed attempt. I think… my only chance for survival right now is to do some grand good deed. Something drastic. Something important. And if I can’t satisfy this gnawing need with my everyday encounters… then I need to manufacture one.
In the trunk of my car are a few gallons of gasoline. I’ve found a house that’s remote enough that the fire won’t spread. An elderly man lives there. I’m going to set the fire, come back as “someone taking a late night walk”, and drag him to safety.
I don’t know if this is worth the cost anymore.
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2021.10.23 20:35 deepfri3dpickles I just had to walk out of a movie because the people beside me were THAT fucking annoying
2021.10.23 20:35 lucasprimmo [FOR HIRE] Characters Commissions OPEN!
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2021.10.23 20:35 Alliseeisgold24 School custodians are more important than majority of teacher
Most teachers teachers in high school that I can remember did the bare minimum to teach. I know there are some that are actually great teachers, but most aren't. Don't get get me started on P.E teachers, I am sure the average custodian does more physical labor in one day than what they do in one one.
Custodians on the other hand do 99% of all work at school. They do minor repairs, clean, move items, paint, work the the most days out.
A great custodian is harder to come by than teachers. They are the unsung heros of schools and normally are pretty chill
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2021.10.23 20:35 redrex16 eating an oreo
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2021.10.23 20:35 Evilwassabii So I tried to make some fanart... I wish I hadn’t coloured it
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2021.10.23 20:35 BapenessTIGER Do you need to send your entire SAT score history?
So I am applying EA to UMD, and I already sent one of my SAT scores. I have taken it twice both in August and October of this year. I’ve gotten some very conflicting information online. On the official UMD site it said you just had to send official scores but it didn’t specify all, but other sites say you have to submit your entire history. And on the college board score submit it said UMD requires all scores. I didn’t catch this when I submitted, but should I just go ahead and submit my other score just to be safe or will I be impacted. I got good scores both times but I thought it would better to submit my better one. Thanks in advance for any suggestions and advice.
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2021.10.23 20:35 DinapixStudio Join @TheCyberpunkSociety on Odysee
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2021.10.23 20:35 AthleteProfessional3 Looking for female roommate for apartment in back bay
Hi I’m a software engineer (26f) looking for a female roommate to split a 2 (or 3) bedroom in back bay. My budget is 2000 - 2800 but am flexible. Also am flexible in terms of when to move in.
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2021.10.23 20:35 MusicianNo3922 can anyone help me with canny storm shield 5 mission?
2021.10.23 20:35 Zealousideal-King284 Just becuase you didn't 10,000x doesn't mean you aren't successful
I keep seeing people complain that the top 10 coins are to inflated and you can't turn 100 bucks into a million anymore. Who gives a fuck if you even get 100% return on your investment that almost never happens. Almost none of these smart contract platforms have hit 100 billion yet and they would be worth 100 trillion with full adoption. Yes you are early and yes you can still make a boat load of money just don't buy dumb dog tokens in hopes of getting rich tomorrow. You probably got 5 years to wait and invest and build a big bag for the next bull run
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2021.10.23 20:35 CosmicTaco93 Possibly the most spun rod bearing I've ever seen. Out of a '73 Bel Air motor that got brought in for some machine work.
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2021.10.23 20:35 LyninPA Since my first one is taking a dive let's see how the card players fare.
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2021.10.23 20:35 baylakaylakayla NOT type 1 but very low insulin levels
hello! i am so sorry to intrude / be posting on here when i am not a type 1 diabetic, but my doctor didn't touch on a very important part of my bloodwork that has been probably causing many of myday to day struggles.
my insulin levels came back as 1.46 when the range is 1.90-23.00 mIU/mL (whatever that means)
i have been eating a low carb diet and am constantly feeling fatigued, dizzy, super thirsty, super hungry shortly after eating, and i see black spots in my vision like 60% of the day. i thought that low insulin meant insulin resisitant. is that completely backwards?? am i way undereating the carb intake i should be and that's why im feeling like this??
please help .. none of my google searches can get my hands on the answers i need and my primary is booked for weeks
ty in advance
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2021.10.23 20:35 shpdg48 IRELAND Oct 23 AGAINST GREEN PASS
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2021.10.23 20:35 According-Incident13 A sighting in the Alabama game
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2021.10.23 20:35 breixopd Enable flow with tile
Can't anyone give me examples on how I can toggle this flow on and off with the tile in the quick actions? I've been trying for a bit and can't figure it out, I get the flow might be extremely inefficient but I'm only starting to really get into it and would also love some tips, here it is: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1v9JwwSsemArH48l7Fk-zm5kOBY-ObnE_/view?usp=drivesdk
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2021.10.23 20:35 Interesting_Idea8783 "Start a chat" button not working, CORS error in dev console
Hi! I've just made this account and tried to chat with a user("New chat" > "To:" *username > *select* > "Start a chat") and nothing happens.
In the developer's console I see a lot of red including:
I have tried the same process on Firefox, Vivaldi and Chrome. I have also tried doing the same from reddit.com/chat and still nothing happens.
www.reddit.com/:1 Access to XMLHttpRequest at 'https://s.reddit.com/api/v1/sendbird/group_channels' from origin 'https://www.reddit.com' has been blocked by CORS policy: No 'Access-Control-Allow-Origin' header is present on the requested resource.
2021.10.23 20:35 moksah822 Pallas' cat in training
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2021.10.23 20:35 No-Knee-4576 QRDO watching and waiting 200+% in a month.
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