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[|Part 1|](https://www.reddit.com/r/horrorstories/s/lvDQIYeWZJ) [|Part 2|](https://www.reddit.com/r/horrorstories/s/7ovz8mi1pP) [|Part 3|](https://www.reddit.com/r/horrorstories/s/XZnqG6eECA) [|Part 4|](https://www.reddit.com/r/horrorstories/s/PykCJCwpLd) [|Part 5|](https://www.reddit.com/r/horrorstories/s/iMnhKRPdAY)  I twisted around to see a large figure stepping out of the closet.  I hadn’t laid eyes on him since we found him sitting on the back porch three years earlier.  We buried him again that night, and the next year he crawled back out, tore through our house, and disappeared before I ever saw his face. Two years on his own had done a number on him. He was filthy.  His hair had grown long and greasy, hanging in tangled clumps around his face, and a thick, uneven beard covered his cheeks and chin.  His clothes were stained with dirt and God knew what else, worn thin at the knees and elbows.  He looked like he had spent the last two years sleeping wherever he happened to stop walking.  His hands and mouth were caked with dried blood. Underneath all of that, he still had my face. I stared in horror as he lifted *my* hand with *my* arm and started walking toward us with *my* legs.  He was alive, so horribly alive.  His face was contorted in an awful grimace, and he was moving his mouth like he was trying to say something but didn’t know how.  As he got closer, his face tightened and his eyes clenched shut as he finally got his lips around one terrible word. “Mom…my.” It was my voice, but it sounded hoarse and rough, like he’d never used it before.  He was reaching out to us, to her, and as he closed the distance, the whole picture became clear.  It wasn’t enough to get out of the grave every year and force me to bury him again and again and again.  He had to come here and kill Mom, leave me with no one, and now he had the fucking gall to claim her too? My vision went red. I threw myself at him, raining down punches and doing everything I could to keep him away from her.  We crashed into the dresser, sending whatever was on top clattering to the floor.  I wrapped my hands around his neck and dragged him down with me. For a moment, it seemed like he wasn’t going to fight back.  He pushed against me, but there was almost no force behind it, more reflex than anything. Then something changed in his eyes.  I had just enough time to realize I was looking at my own angry face.  He let out a guttural scream, and suddenly I was airborne. My back struck the wall hard enough to cave in the drywall, and I dropped to the floor in a shower of dust and broken plaster.  The impact knocked the wind out of me, and for a few seconds I could do little more than gasp on the floor while he got back to his feet.  He looked at me for a moment, breathing hard, then his attention shifted back to Mom. “Mom...my.” He started toward her. “Don’t you fucking touch her!” He barely seemed to hear me.  He crossed the room and bent down, reaching for her with both hands.  I was up before I even knew I was moving.  I crossed the room at a sprint and rammed my shoulder into his chest with all of my strength.  The impact drove him backward into the window, which exploded as he went through it.  Then he was gone, and I didn’t give him a second thought. I got down beside Mom and carefully lifted her from the floor, faintly aware of the pain running through my back and shoulder.  I had to get her out of there.  I carried her down the stairs and out the back door.  My plan was to make a run for the truck, so I could get the hell out of there and get her to a hospital.  It was wishful thinking, and it wasn’t going to work for two reasons.  Mom was dead, and no hospital could help her, but that was something I couldn’t think about.  All I could think about was the body lying between me and the truck, and how he was beginning to get up. I watched as he rolled over and began to push up with his arms, and that was all I needed to see.  The truck was out of the question, and I knew I couldn’t outrun him while I carried Mom, so I made a break for the only option I had left: the old barn.  Mom’s head rocked from side to side as I crossed the yard, and I tried to keep her stable, but it was a losing battle.  When I reached the barn doors, my arms were starting to burn, and I shifted Mom over my shoulder and pried the door open with my free hand.  I could feel splinters dig under my nails, but I didn’t care.  I could see him walking toward me out of the corner of my eye. I got the door open just enough to slip inside with Mom, and I slammed it shut behind me.  I spun around and started scanning the space for somewhere to hide.  The barn was a terrible choice, but I had to make it work.  I looked at the stalls, the workbench, the hay bales, and felt my chest tightening.  There was nowhere to go except… I saw the ladder to the loft. It was a bad idea, but it was the only one I had.  With Mom over my shoulder, I used every last bit of strength I had to inch up the ladder.  There was a second where I thought I wasn’t going to make it, and I almost dropped Mom, but I gave one last push and got her over the ledge.  I scrambled up behind her just as the barn door opened. He was there, and any hope I had to hide was lost when I locked eyes with him.  He came straight for the ladder, and I got to my feet and started dragging Mom farther into the loft.  Just as I hit the back wall, I saw his face crest over the top of the ladder.  I had run out of places to go, and all I could do was watch as he climbed over the edge and came toward me and Mom. “Don’t come any closer!” He ignored me and kept walking, reaching out toward Mom and doing that terrible mouthing. “Mom…my.” “You stay away from her! Go back to your fucking hole and leave us alone!” I picked up a loose piece of wood and chucked it at him, but it went wide and skittered across the floor.  He stopped mid-stride and tilted his head like a confused dog. “Bil…ly?” “I said leave us alone! You can’t have her!” He stood there for a moment, and his face tightened.  He began clenching his fists and put them against his temples.  He looked like a giant toddler about to throw a tantrum.  He pounded the side of his head with his left hand and let out a frustrated cry.  Then his right arm shot out toward me in a pointing gesture. “Buh…buh…bur-y.” He started walking again.  There were only a few steps left between him and Mom. “Goddammit, stop!” He didn’t stop.  He bent down and started to pick her up, and I couldn’t let that happen.  I lunged forward and tried to push him away. “I’ll kill you!” He was ready for me.  The second I reached him, he turned and grabbed me by the shoulders.  I could do little but scream as he tossed me aside as though I were no more than a toy.  I struck the wooden railing with my back, and it splintered under my weight. Then I was falling. For one impossible moment, everything slowed down enough for me to wish I had never stepped foot in that barn, that I had stayed out of the damn loft, and that Dad had never buried me beneath that tree. Then I hit the ground, and everything went black. I woke up in the tarp, being dragged across the field.  I tried to move my arms and legs to escape my blue plastic prison and was terrified to find that I couldn’t.  A muffled voice came from somewhere outside the tarp.  It sounded like someone crying, but I couldn’t make out what they were saying.  I had lived this dream a thousand times, and I knew what came next.  The ground would drop out beneath me, I would plunge into the grave, and the dirt would start raining down. Only, this time, the tarp eventually came to a stop. I waited for the drop, but instead I stayed exactly where I was.  I tried to move again, pulling harder against whatever was holding me, and finally felt the pressure around my wrists for what it was.  My hands had been tied together, and so had my ankles. For a moment, everything was still.  I worked against my bindings, trying to twist my wrists free or find enough slack to move, but my body had been through hell, and there wasn’t much strength left in me.  That’s when I recognized a sound I had heard almost every year since I was ten.  Somebody was digging a hole. I lay there for a long time, listening to the shovel cut through the dirt, followed by the soft thump of each load landing on the pile.  I strained against my bindings until what little strength I had was gone, but they held.  All I could do was lie there and listen to myself digging my own grave.  He meant to do what I had been doing to him for half my life. After a while, the light bleeding through the tarp began to fade, until my blue plastic prison went completely dark.  I must have lain there for hours while he dug that grave.  We had always done him the courtesy of burying him while he was still dead, and it seemed especially cruel that he wouldn’t extend me the same courtesy.  Did he mean to kill me before putting me in that hole? Would I rise again every year on his birthday? Somehow, I suspected I only got one turn. Then the digging stopped.  I braced myself for the fall that was surely coming, for the sound of dirt hitting the tarp.  Instead, it was ripped away, and I looked up at myself with a blanket of stars behind him.  He was holding something sharp in one hand, and I was certain he meant to finish the job after all.  He leaned down and cut the bindings at my wrists and ankles, then took a step back.  I stared at him, completely bewildered, before pushing myself into a seated position despite the protests from my ribs.  That was when I finally looked around.  We were at the tree, but we were not alone.  Lying in the grass beside me were Mom and Dad. Mom looked as though she were only sleeping, and I prayed that however her life had ended, it had at least been peaceful.  Dad was another story.  We had buried him in the cemetery two years ago, and time had not been kind.  He was heavily decomposed, skeletal in several places, and the bugs and worms had already taken their share.  Despite the decay, enough of his face remained for me to know it was him.  I wanted to vomit, but all I could do was stare.  Bill, the first Bill, studied me for a moment before pointing toward the hole.  It was far wider than anything Dad and I had ever dug together.  He fought with his voice until he managed a single word. “Bury.” I stared at him. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” He pointed toward the grave again, but I stayed where I was.  Whatever he thought was supposed to happen next, I wanted no part of it. “Do it yourself.” He watched me for a moment, then turned toward Dad.  I tensed as he crouched beside him, but he paid no attention to me.  He slipped his arms beneath what was left of Dad and lifted him from the grass.  There was something awful about how gentle he was.  He kept one hand cupped behind Dad’s head as he carried him, holding it steady against his chest. When he reached the grave, he lowered Dad over the edge and climbed down after him.  The hole was deep enough that I lost sight of most of what he was doing, but I could see his shoulders moving as he shifted Dad around at the bottom.  He took his time with it.  When he finally climbed back out, he looked down into the grave for a moment before turning toward Mom. Then he started reaching for her. “Don’t you fucking touch her.” He stopped and gave me a pleading look. “I mean it.  Stay the fuck away from her.” For a second, I thought he might ignore me.  It’s not like I could have stopped him.  But to my surprise, he stepped back and waited. I looked at Mom. The grave was only a few feet away, but with my ribs, it might as well have been across the farm.  I stayed there on the ground for a long time, trying to find some other answer.  There weren’t any good ones.  Eventually, I crawled over to her and slipped my hands beneath her shoulders. “If she’s going in there, then I’m doing it.” I pulled her against me and tried to stand.  Pain tore through my side so badly that my legs almost folded.  I made it halfway up before I had to lower her back to the grass and catch my breath.  Bill took a step toward us, and I shot him a look that stopped him where he was.  I’d be damned before I let him help. The second attempt went a little better.  I got Mom upright against my chest and half carried, half dragged her toward the grave.  Her feet trailed through the grass behind us, and I hated that, but I barely had enough strength to keep us both standing.  Her head settled against my shoulder, and for one stupid second I wanted her to wake up and complain about how I was carrying her.  By the time I reached the hole, my arms were trembling. I sat at the edge and lowered her legs in first.  From there, I eased her down as far as I could before carefully climbing in beside her and guiding her the rest of the way.  Dad was waiting at the bottom, and I laid Mom beside him.  I stayed there with them for a moment.  I fixed her hair where it had fallen across her face and wiped away a streak of dirt from her cheek with my thumb.  Then I looked over at Dad.  Up close, it was hard to pretend it had ever been him, but I found his hand anyway and moved it until it rested beside hers. I climbed out before I lost whatever nerve was keeping me together.  Bill was standing beside the dirt pile, and my shovel was in his hands.  Ten years of my life were wrapped up in that stupid piece of wood and steel, and after two years of wondering where it had gone, he had brought it right back to the tree. He walked over and held it out to me, and I took it.  The handle was worn smooth in all the same places.  My hands settled around it without thinking, and for a moment, I imagined what would happen if I swung.  He was close enough.  One hard shot across the side of the head might have done it.  My grip tightened. Bill looked at me, then turned his back and went to the grave. “What are you doing?” He climbed into the hole.  I stepped closer to the edge as he settled into the space between Mom and Dad. “What the fuck are you doing?” He stretched out on his back.  Dad lay on one side of him, Mom on the other. “Get out of there!” He looked up at me.  For a moment, his mouth worked soundlessly.  When the word came, it was clearer than anything else he had said that night. “Please.” My grip loosened around the handle. Part of me still expected him to climb back out, or reach for me, or do anything that would make sense.  Instead, he settled deeper into the dirt and turned his head toward Dad. I walked to the pile. The blade sank easily into the loose soil.  Getting it back out was another matter.  The moment I lifted the first load, pain tore through my ribs and nearly took my legs out from under me.  I leaned against the shovel until I could breathe again, then carried the dirt to the edge and tipped it into the grave. It landed across their feet.  I went back for more. There was no rhythm to it at first.  I could barely get half a shovelful off the ground without stopping, and every trip between the pile and the grave felt longer than the last.  I tried driving the blade in with my arms and felt my ribs light up again. *Use your foot, Billy.* I planted my boot across the top of the blade and put my weight into it.  The shovel sank into the loose dirt with hardly any effort.  My ribs burned, my back cramped, and before long the skin across my palms had started to tear.  I kept going. The dirt rose around their ankles, then their shins.  I tried to spread it evenly, though I kept avoiding their faces, buying a little more time before I had to cover them. The shovel got heavier as the night went on.  Eventually, I stopped lifting it altogether and started dragging dirt toward the grave, pushing whatever I could over the edge before going back for more.  I cried while I worked, though I couldn’t have said exactly when it started.  I cried for Mom.  I cried for Dad.  Somewhere along the way, I realized I was crying for him too. I wiped my face on my sleeve and looked down into the grave. Bill looked younger. His beard had started to thin.  More of his face showed through it now, and the face underneath had changed.  His jaw was softer, his cheeks a little fuller.  I stared at him for a few seconds, trying to decide if I was seeing what I thought I was seeing. I went back to the pile. By the time the dirt reached their waists, the rest of his beard was gone.  His face had changed again.  The man who climbed into the grave had become a boy, though I couldn’t have told you exactly how old he was. Dig. Scoop. Throw. When the dirt reached their chests, Bill looked like a four-year-old again. I had never seen him that way outside of old photographs.  His clothes swallowed him now, and the little face looking up at me was the same one Mom and Dad had lowered beneath that tree all those years ago. Dig. Scoop. Throw. Dad disappeared beneath the dirt first.  Then Mom.  I saved Bill for last. The dirt climbed over his shoulders and gathered around his neck.  He watched me the whole time.  By the time it reached his chin, only his face remained above the ground.  When he spoke, the words came easily. “Thank you.” I bit down hard enough to hurt and drove the shovel back into the pile.  The next load covered his mouth.  Another took his nose.  His eyes stayed on me until the dirt covered them too. I filled the rest of the grave slowly.  By then my body had almost given out, so I pushed and dragged the last of the dirt wherever I could, stopping whenever the pain became too much and starting again as soon as it eased.  I kept at it until the hole was gone.  When I finished, I took the shovel and threw it as hard as I could into the field.  I never wanted to see it again.  I dropped to my ass in the dirt and leaned back against the tree.  I stayed there until I could see the sunlight through the leaves. At some point, I staggered back to the house.  Couldn’t tell you how I made it there.  All I know is I did.  I came through the back door and fell onto the couch with reckless abandon.  Sometime after that, I slipped into the deepest sleep of my life. The next couple days were difficult, to say the least.  I should have gone to the doctor.  I should have done a lot of things.  Instead, I spent most of my time on the couch waiting for my body to start working again.  There was also the matter of what to tell the police.  Sooner or later, someone was gonna come looking for Mom, and I had no idea what I could possibly tell them that would sound sane.  For the moment, all of it felt like trouble for some other life. By the second day, I could move well enough to slowly make my way upstairs.  I walked into my parents’ room and saw a piece of paper sitting on the nightstand.  Beside it was an empty bottle of wine, several pills scattered across the wood, and Mom’s wedding ring.  I picked up the note and read it. By the time I reached the end, I understood. I was wrong about so many things.  I sat on their bed for the longest time, looking back through the past few months and trying to figure out where the signs had been.  That line of thinking got ugly fast.  Eventually, I folded the note and slipped it into my pocket.  I swept the pills into my hand, grabbed the empty wine bottle, and carried everything downstairs.  Then I tossed them in the trash. I returned to my place on the couch and stared at the ceiling until the sky outside went dark.  I forced my eyes closed and reached for better things, happy memories I wanted to hold onto forever.  I saw the day Mom and Dad took me to outer space, even if it was only a planetarium.  I saw two people trapped in an impossible situation, doing everything they knew how to do for their son, even when he hated them for it.  Even when he wasn’t their first. When the memories became too much, I went to the freezer, pulled out the old bottle of vodka, and walked into the backyard.  The moon was full that night, and I could see just about everything on the property.  The chicken coop with all its sleeping hens.  The cattle pen where the cows lay peacefully.  I could see the barn, soon to meet its end.  Mostly, though, I looked out across the field at the old tree.  Its leaves had been vibrant and full the night I buried my family.  Now its branches were bare, sagging in the moonlight.  I sat on the porch until the bottle was empty, then shambled inside and passed out in my bed. I dreamed that night of a little boy who wanted to be king of the castle. He waited until Mom was busy folding laundry in the yard and Dad was farther out mending a fence, then slipped away when nobody was looking.  He ran across the grass with the kind of glee only little boys are capable of and crawled into the old barn through one of the loose boards along its broad side.  He didn’t even know the door was unlocked until he peeked out to see if anyone was looking. He found his way up the ladder to the loft, where he kept his kingdom and his throne of hay.  His mother would give him hell if she found him up there, but that seemed a small price to pay for being king for the day.  He climbed onto the old boards and made his way toward the back of the loft, already deciding what kind of trouble his imaginary subjects had gotten themselves into. He was almost to his throne when the floor gave out beneath him.  There was a crack, and then the whole world dropped away.  The next thing he knew, he was somewhere cold and dark. Dirt pressed against every part of him.  He couldn’t see his hands in front of his face, and when he tried to move, there was barely enough room to bend his arms.  He had no idea where he was or how he had gotten there.  He only knew that Mom and Dad were somewhere else, and he needed to get back to them. So he started digging. He clawed at the dirt above him with both hands, pulling it down around his face and shoulders and pushing it anywhere he could find room.  He dug until his fingers hurt, then kept digging.  He wanted Mom.  He wanted Dad.  He wanted anything except to stay there in the dirt by himself.  He dug for an entire year before one hand eventually broke through the surface. He pulled himself out beneath a great tree with a tire swing hanging from one of its branches.  For a little while, he simply lay there in the grass, staring up through the leaves and trying to catch his breath.  Home was close.  Mom and Dad were close.  He tried to get up, but he was so very tired.  So he closed his eyes, just for a moment, just to rest. When he woke up, he was in the dark again. Three days after my whole world ended, I was awoken early in the morning. At first I thought it was a dream; some rude person had a hand on my shoulder, and they were shaking me.  When I heard the voice, I realized that it was actually happening. “Bill.  Hey.  Wake up, buddy.” I opened my eyes.  Dad stood beside my bed with the light of the sun coming through the window behind him.  He was fully dressed, down to his boots and his brown work coat.  I pushed myself up on my pillow. “Dad?” He looked me over and frowned. “Jesus Christ, Bill.  You look like hell.” I rubbed my eyes, trying to get the sleep out of them.  Dad was still there when I opened them again. Have you ever seen something so completely impossible that your brain refuses to make sense of it? I had seen him a thousand times before, but I couldn’t put the pieces together.  He was here, he was alive.  He looked damn good for a man who had been dead for over two years.  I looked at him for a moment with a strange sense of detachment, vaguely aware that he was saying something to me, though his voice seemed impossibly far away.  For that moment there was only the shape in front of me and the impossible task of making it mean something. Mom called up from downstairs. “Richard! Is Bill awake?” Then, all at once, the world exploded. I turned toward the doorway so fast that my ribs reminded me they were still broken. Dad glanced into the hall. “Yeah, Sue.  He’s up.” “Well, tell him breakfast is getting cold.” I just sat there staring at the doorway, completely dumbstruck.  Dad watched me for a second, clearly unsure what to make of the look on my face. “Bill?” I opened my mouth, but whatever I meant to say got lost somewhere along the way.  My eyes started burning, and I wiped at them with the back of my hand. Dad put his hand on my shoulder. “Take your time, buddy.” He walked toward the doorway, then stopped at the threshold and looked back at me. “Get dressed and come downstairs when you’re ready.” Then he left, and I sat there for a while, listening to his footsteps move down the hall and onto the stairs.  Mom said something when he reached the bottom, and Dad answered her, though I couldn’t make out the words. Eventually, I swung my feet onto the floor and started digging through the pile of clothes in the corner.  I pulled on jeans and a sweatshirt, found a pair of socks under the bed, and got dressed. I went downstairs for breakfast.

I'm tired of not being enough.... I'm tired of feeling stuck no matter how much I do or how hard I work. I'm tired of being constantly reminded of my shortfalls while all my wins and the good I do get brushed off as "the norm" I'm 36 years ol, 37 in 2 weeks. Married with two kids that are happy, healthy and are lacking nothing. Dare I say spoiled!! Which I'm glad to be able to do. I made a lot of mistakes when I was younger and although I'm in a decently paying role making 120k a year, I still struggle to save or scrounge away any money. 60% of my income goes to card payments from debt that I've accumulated and paid off several times in the past 20 years. I get paid every 2 weeks and by the 2nd week I'm stretching what i have for myself while making sure the bills are paid, the family has what they need and the kids are happy. When covid hit. We parked my car in the garage since we were both working from home and had no need for it. Its been sitting there since and is no longer drivable. Earlier this year my wife decided that having one car was no longer for us and that she wants to have her own car. Granted she pays the lease but I pay insurance on it and she drives it maybe once a week. Otherwise were together and I'm the one driving. I do all errand running and grocery shopping. I do pick ups and drop-offs from school. To simply out it. I dont see yhe purpose for a second car. Shes insisting on getting one as she's the only "wife she knows that doesnt have her own car" Slight background, she battled several mental issues since yhe beginning of our relationship that we've finally worked through in the past 2 years after years of proactively trying to get them under control. We've been married 10 years and been together for 17..... every now and then she has these outbursts where she makes it a point to berate me and call out my shortcomings, I cam almost sense them coming a fe2 days in advance. I make plenty of money, she also works and makes her own money. Outside of the car lease and contributing yo the mortgage whatever she makes is hers to do with what she pleases. Usually gets spent frivolously and on a few vacations for yhe family each year that I end up paying atleast half of. Long story short, I'm still in debt, but dont have the heart to tell her. I'm tired. No matter how much I make it doesnt seem to be enough to catch up woth the interest and rising Costs of everything. I've never missed a payment in my life, but also not making progress on paying anything down because of bare minimum payments. Sorry for the scattered thoughts I know it probably doesnt make sense but needed to get it out. I'm tired so if anyone has the winning lottery numbers id happily take them. I promise I'll share the winnings I only need like 65k. I'm tired.

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Hoy día se me perdió el pase así que fui a una sucursal de la TNE y lo bloqueé, pero resulta que una persona lo encontró y me lo devolvió (amor infinito a la gente así), entonces volví a la sucursal para anular el bloqueo (que tarda 24 hrs en hacer efecto, así que se bloquearía mañana en la tarde) y me dijeron que no sabían cómo anularlo, hablaron entre 3 personas y nadie sabía, así que me dijeron que sacara uno nuevo no más 😅 Pero el problema es que yo sé que sí se puede desbloquear un pase, justamente porque ya lo he hecho antes (y se los expliqué pero como no sabían no me pudieron ayudar). Alguien que trabaje en la TNE me podría decir a dónde tengo que acudir para la anulación del bloqueo? O si trabajas en TNE y tú sí sabes cómo hacerlo me podrías decir en qué sucursal trabajas para ir a atenderme contigo? 😅 No quiero tener que volver a hacer el trámite y gastar plata en un nuevo pase 🥹 Muchas gracias! PD: Si sirve de algo la info, este pase es del 2018 (de mi carrera anterior) y me lo volvieron a habilitar al entrar a mi segunda carrera, donde volvió a funcionar todo normal.

That’s it: there should be appointment slots available to patients associated with palliative care, Care Plus, etc. and their caregivers. Signed, a tired caregiver hoping nothing “interesting” happens while we wait in this long line before we get into the clinic.

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I'm hoping someone here can give me some guidance from what I've heard on the Ram Dass podcast. I've only been listening for two days but it has opened my eyes to Ashtanga Yoga. Ashtanga Yoga's ahimsa means no killing/violence which is the reason to switch diets off meats. Specifically he said animals that die violent deaths have chemicals released which spoils it as a food source for your body on the smallest, finest levels of vibration. Does this same thing apply to unfertilized eggs? Is there literature on this or am I misunderstanding a core concept? Any thoughts?

Well I don’t know how to title this but I thought it got the point across, lol. Sitting in a dentists office already nervous as all-get-out and there was another gun found at my school today. Currently a senior already constantly nervous about school shootings and in the last six weeks that school has been in session there has been: Three threats. And two loaded firearms taken (in different occasions to) And now my school is locking down with bomb dogs, extra SROs (school resource officer) and metal detectors and mandatory clear-bags. This and a mountain of stress from dual credit classes and other unrelated life issues and I don’t think I’m handling this well. Wish I could’ve put this more poetically or smth but I just don’t know.

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Hey everyone! Have a bit of a question I’d like to clarify.. Been thinking about visiting Foz do Iguaçu and would also like to go on the Argentinian side to have the full experience. I’d just like to know if to go into the Argentinian side only to see the Foz do Iguaçu would require me to get a visa or some sort of stamp on my passport, or would require any sort of registry that I’ve left Brazil and came back in again, as an European citizen. Thank you very much! :)

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Hi all - I've been playing a little, intermittently, for a few years. I'm not very good, but not terrible. I've found that I prefer classical guitars to steel string because I have a much easier time with my left hand, and to that end (and in keeping with this forum's general recommendation) I picked up a vintage \~1975 Yamaha a little while back. So recently I was visiting my cousin and he has a few guitars including a \*very nice\* 25th Anniversary Hamer. I was able to finger the chords without too much issue, so I assume the string spacing is a bit wider than on many others I've picked up... and I also appreciated that it had enough of a resonance chamber that I could hear myself play without having it plugged into an amp. So now I'm thinking about getting (a less expensive used Hamer) but very open to alternative suggestions! Thanks in advance for any thoughts. :)

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I want to bring my girl there for sunset + sea of cloud, but it would take us about 2 hrs to get there. I did checked the fire cam at https://ops.alertcalifornia.org/cam-console/2192. I wonder if this cloud is actually not enough for Ridgecrest Blvd. Several years ago my friend brought me there and we saw this. I would like to get something similarly Any suggestions would be great! Thanks in advance!

so I got the Model Y juniper in Sept2025. there was a time people said about camera housing update only for Performance during that time. ( end of 2025 ) so today I got my windshield replaced. and the housing is updated? anyone know about this? thank you. also the windshield replacement cost 1k6 I have windshield protection plan so it's 0 out. but I did pay 200 a year for this plan.

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Im confused.... so I am currently rated at 10% for COPD but I just filed a claim for Asthma With the expectation that I will not only get approved due to the new rule regarding automatic approval fir certain conditions but approval for a MINIMUM of 30% due to me having to use an inhaler multiple time's a day as well as using breathing steroids daily and other breathing apparatuses. But then I read that you cannot collect 2 separate BREATHING ratings like COPD and ASTHMA at tge same time. So if I would be approved for an Asthma rating at 30%, would that automatically Make my COPD rating go down to 0%. And then they would just award me the 30% for Asthma, or would they just Not give me an Asthma rating and just raise my COPD to 30%. Or would they just completely turn down my Asthma rating and just keep my COPD rating at 10% ? I'm very confused about how this works. Can someone give me some insight on this? So I no how to maybe reconstruct this claim before I get a bad decision that would screw me over ?

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they’re a clothing company based in south korea and they claim to be 100% ethically sourced and dont use any kind of unpaid labor and the company itself doesn’t seem to have any connections to israel but the issue is that they use Amazon as a shipping partner to get the clothes from Korea to the US so would we need to boycott them for this?

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I have a lot of trouble with bringing my elbow forward, any advice would be awesome

My first I’ve ever done. Was absolutely amazing to do it. So much work but so satisfying.

*Something about the AI boom puts hydrogen into perspective. Not the technology, but the money.* Plug Power has accumulated a deficit of $8.66 billion over nearly three decades. On its own, that number looks enormous. Then you change the scale. Five major technology companies spent more than $400 billion in capex in 2025, and the IEA expects that figure to rise another 75% in 2026. That puts a single year close to $700 billion. Some of the companies benefiting from this buildout can generate several times Plug's entire accumulated deficit in a single quarter. So what is $8.66 billion, really? A huge amount of money for a company that never reached scale, or a surprisingly small amount of capital for an industry trying to build production, storage, transport, distribution and demand almost from scratch? AI didn't start with AI. Today's boom sits on decades of investment in semiconductors, telecommunications, the internet, cloud computing, data centers, power infrastructure, software and research. Much of the system was already there when demand exploded. The hundreds of billions going into AI today are accelerating an ecosystem that took decades to build. Hydrogen is much earlier. Capital spending on low-emissions hydrogen projects is expected to approach only $10 billion in 2026, while low-emissions hydrogen itself is only just crossing 1% of global production. Now imagine $100 billion going into hydrogen. Not as a forecast, just as a thought experiment. Roughly a decade of today's investment rate compressed into a much shorter period, allowing production, storage and distribution to develop together rather than waiting on each other. $100 billion sounds enormous in hydrogen. In AI, it no longer does. Of course, capital doesn't create demand. Only around 20% of new low-emissions hydrogen offtake volumes signed in 2025 were firm commitments. Build too early and infrastructure sits underused. Wait for demand to be obvious and the infrastructure needed to serve it may not exist. Plug's accumulated deficit is not hydrogen capex. It is one company's accounting history. And the economics are different. Much of the value created by AI can scale digitally once the underlying computing infrastructure exists. Hydrogen remains a physical molecule that has to be produced, stored, moved and delivered. Low-emissions hydrogen also has to compete with established production in industries like refining, ammonia and methanol. That difference matters, but so does time. AI is scaling on infrastructure built over decades, while hydrogen is still building much of the system it needs to scale. Oil had more than a century to do the same. We are comparing the cost of building hydrogen today with the cost of using systems that have had decades to mature. Maybe hydrogen hasn't consumed too much capital. Maybe we have never seen what hydrogen looks like with a lot of capital. $8.66 billion looks enormous when the denominator is Plug. It looks very different when the denominator is an energy system. So what would hydrogen look like after its first $100 billion? Could hydrogen be the AI of energy? *Catalysts tell us what might happen. Filings tell us what actually happened.* *Not financial advice. DYOR.*

Really curious on people's thoughts about this because I'm currently writing a short story and wanted to know what the ideal guns to give one of the characters PS The story is based in a fictional state in America during 1999 so try to keep the guns from that era

Is this trade worth it for aj brown

Death washes ashore

It's just for the next few days while I heal but damn I feel naked without my huge doorknocker 😭😭

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So I'm about to start my rat on hg. Is $2 an iu a good deal? First time purchasing this product. Getting it from a USA lab. Just not sure. Thanks all as always.

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TREKMOVIE: "The $110 billion deal announced in March for Paramount Skydance to acquire and merge with Warner Bros. Discovery was put on hold in July following an antitrust lawsuit filed by 12 states. Over the weekend the company hammered out a deal, which will allow the mega media merger for the company that owns Star Trek to move forward. [...] Since the Skydance takeover in the summer of 2025 we have seen a lot of talk about the importance of Star Trek, including how it will be a key franchise for the combined media company. But it still remains unclear what impact this merger will have. Warner Bros. Discovery is several times larger than Paramount Skydance, making the merged entity one of the biggest media companies in the world, able to compete directly with market leaders. https://trekmovie.com/2026/09/21/paramount-settles-antitrust-suit-paving-way-to-finalize-warner-bros-deal/ One thing hanging over all of this is how Paramount Skydance is taking on significant debt to make this deal happen. This will but major financial pressure on the company, and likely result in the search for more cost-cutting. One of the big goals of the merger would be to combine the streaming services of HBO Max and Paramount+, which will now have the kind of scale to go head to head with Netflix and Amazon Prime. Paramount+ has been the home of Star Trek, including several streaming originals over the last decade. The streamer is winding down the two current shows (Strange New Worlds and Starfleet Academy), **but executives are already talking about the “next iteration” of the franchise on TV.** Now any new development of Star Trek will have to sit alongside other major franchises in terms of priority, including Game of Thrones, DCU, and Harry Potter. But the combined streamer will have to reach a wider audience, which could benefit the Star Trek franchise on TV. On the feature film side, there already is at least one Star Trek movie in development, a “new take” from John Francis Daley and Jonathan Goldstein. Paramount has made a commitment to release a combined 30 feature films, with 15 each from Paramount Pictures and Warner Bros. With both studios set to continue to run somewhat independently, the merger may not have as much of an impact on the feature film side for Star Trek, except that Paramount is on the hook to fill out their release calendar, so there will be more pressure to get things through, perhaps finally breaking the development hell we have seen for the last decade. The new commitments to move more production to the USA could impact Star Trek, if the franchise does get some investment in the near future. Almost all filming for Star Trek in recent years has been done overseas, primarily in Canada. The last Trek TV show shot on the Paramount lot was Enterprise, which wrapped in 2005, with the 2009 Star Trek movie the last feature film on the lot. 2013’s Star Trek Into Darkness was shot primarily at another lot in Los Angeles, with 2016’s Star Trek Beyond shot primarily in Canada. And the only streaming Trek TV series shot in LA was Star Trek: Picard, mostly due to a demand from series star Sir Patrick Stewart. Recently Paramount auctioned off assets in Canada for all of the Star Trek shows." Anthony Pascale (TrekMovie.com) Full article: https://trekmovie.com/2026/09/21/paramount-settles-antitrust-suit-paving-way-to-finalize-warner-bros-deal/

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Today, I personally tried to avail myself of the government’s new Petrol Relief Scheme. I completed every required step, sent the required SMS, received my token, and went to a petrol station to claim the relief that the government has announced for ordinary citizens. The government has repeatedly stated that this scheme is meant to provide hassle-free relief to the public, and that eligible beneficiaries should not be deprived of the facility because of implementation problems. The government has also stated that the full value of the token should be passed on to the consumer without any deduction or service charge. But what happened to me today raises a very serious question. I reached a petrol pump at approximately 11:15 PM. The staff were processing the subsidy entries, both manually and through the relevant system. I waited for my turn. When my turn finally came, it was around 11:30 PM. At that point, I was told by the person handling the entries that “it is our meal time” and that they would not process the transaction until approximately 12:30 AM. I had a considerable argument with the staff because I had already completed the government’s registration process, obtained a valid token, travelled to the petrol station and waited for my turn. My concern was not about a few rupees. MY CONCERN WAS ABOUT THE SYSTEM. If the government knows that petrol prices are revised at midnight, then why is there no proper mechanism to ensure that a citizen who has already obtained a valid subsidy token and is physically present at a petrol station before midnight does not lose the benefit because the staff have gone for a meal break? And here is the part that makes this situation even more concerning: After the argument, I left that petrol pump and went to another petrol station. At the second petrol pump, my subsidy entry was processed at approximately 11:50 PM, and I was given the petrol without any argument, unnecessary delay or refusal. So my question is very simple: IF ONE PETROL PUMP CAN PROCESS THE SAME GOVERNMENT SUBSIDY TRANSACTION AT 11:50 PM, THEN WHY CAN ANOTHER PETROL PUMP NOT DO IT AT 11:30 PM? What exactly is the issue? Is there a difference in the procedure being followed by different petrol pumps? Are some petrol stations not properly trained? Are some stations facing technical problems? Or are citizens simply being made to suffer because of poor implementation and lack of accountability? I am not accusing every petrol pump or every employee of wrongdoing. In fact, my experience at the second petrol pump proves that the process can be completed smoothly. That is precisely why I am asking the concerned authorities to investigate this matter. The government has said that the scheme is digitally managed for transparency and accountability, and a dedicated mechanism has been established to address issues faced by petrol pumps. Then why should an ordinary citizen have to argue at one petrol pump, leave, travel to another pump, and try again simply to receive a benefit that the government itself has announced for him? This is not about Rs. 4. This is about dignity. People already have countless problems in their daily lives. Inflation. Electricity bills. School fees. Household expenses. Medical expenses. Transport costs. Employment problems. And countless other responsibilities. When the government announces a relief package for ordinary people, the implementation should make their lives easier—not create another source of stress, waiting and humiliation. If the government can provide relief worth Rs. 100 per litre, then please also make the mechanism simple enough that an ordinary citizen can actually receive that relief without unnecessary arguments and confusion. And if a citizen has a valid token generated before a price revision, there should be a clear rule protecting that token for a reasonable period so that the citizen does not lose his entitlement because of a system delay, staff break, connectivity problem or administrative issue. The public should not have to fight for every rupee of relief that has already been officially announced for them. PLEASE DO NOT MAKE THE PUBLIC TIRED OF ASKING FOR WHAT IS ALREADY THEIR ENTITLEMENT. There comes a point when people become exhausted. People may remain silent, but they are not blind. They see what is happening around them. They see inflation. They see government expenditure. They see expensive official vehicles, protocols and privileges. They see ordinary families struggling to manage their monthly expenses. And they naturally ask: “If billions of rupees can be spent on official privileges and non-essential expenditures, why is it so difficult to provide a simple, transparent and hassle-free relief mechanism to ordinary citizens?” I respectfully appeal to the Prime Minister, Ministry of Petroleum, Petroleum Division, OGRA, Ministry of IT & Telecom, provincial administrations and all relevant authorities: Please listen to the people. Please investigate implementation problems at petrol stations. Please establish a clear procedure for transactions near midnight and during system/technical interruptions. Please ensure that every eligible citizen with a valid token receives the relief without unnecessary arguments or humiliation. And please ensure that every petrol pump follows the same procedure. Because if one pump can process a subsidy transaction at 11:50 PM without any problem, there should be no reason why another pump cannot process it at 11:30 PM. The government has said that public convenience is a priority. Now please make sure that this priority is visible at the ground level—not only in official statements. And one final request: Please control unnecessary government expenditure and invest more of our national resources in education, healthcare and opportunities for our youth. Those children sitting in our schools and colleges today are the future of Pakistan. They are the ones who will eventually run our institutions, businesses, industries and government. They deserve a better Pakistan. My request is not against the government. My request is to the government: Make life easier for ordinary people. Make relief genuinely accessible. Make the system transparent. Make every institution accountable. And above all, please do not make a struggling citizen fight for the relief that was announced for him in the first place.

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***Layers*** **Purpose** Purpose can be roughly defined as the mind, consciousness or more commonly the soul. **Law** Law without purpose can be roughly defined as the rules of existence. Law with purpose defines the processes within each being. **Power** If law is how things are supposed to work then power is what makes things work like they are supposed to. Power without law or purpose is dormant. Power with law is the world happening. Power with law and purpose are reactions of a being. **Shape** Shape is simply matter. Shape itself is physical energy. Shape with power is simply bound power. Shape with power and law are objects, like a rock. Finally shape with power, law and purpose are beings. ***Ascension*** **Natural** Natural ascension is something that happens when purpose splits from a layer. When naturally ascending a being loses both their authority but also their restrictions of the former layer. However they do not gain any additional authority. Beings that naturally ascend to the layer of energy are called spirits. Beings that naturally ascend to the layer of law are called watchers. **Forced** Forced ascension occurs when the soul is overloaded by a number of factors. In this case the soul sort of reboots and cuts connection with the lowest layer gaining some authority in the process. Maybe generating new laws too. The ascend from power is a lot simpler, one simply needs to amass enough energy. This process takes very very long. ***Gods (the three i came up with so far)*** All gods originate in the layer of shape and have ascended forcefully to the layer of law. **Beauty trough simplicity** *She/they pronouns* Inspired by the Marian creoles and their music Séga with very simple instruments. She journeyed through her world seeing beauty in all the simplest things, to the point that their soul overloaded. **Knowledge over all** *Any pronouns* A mind once connected to machines that managed to amass so much knowledge it overloaded their soul. She preserves his followers, even when their worlds end, in a giant planet like space ship so they can keep doing science for ever. It rarely intervenes in mortal affairs. **Narcissism** *No pronouns just by name* A person so self obsessed and so sure they were perfect and basically a god, that they became one. Doesn't care about any of their followers.

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I am tempted to get the 4 Pros....but I feeel like my ears have always had an issue with the rubber inserts that buds like the Pros have. Maybe it's the shape of my ears. But that is always eith cheaper earbuds. I do like the partial in ear style like the Galaxy Buds 4 (not pro) roll with...where it's just the plastic piece only amd it maybe jist inside the ear. Those are always most comfortable for me. Should I be going with the 4s and not the 4 Pros based on this? Or do these premium Buds do the rubber insert thing better than most? Should I give the Pros a try? Is it worth the upgrade? Better sound quality?

Just wondering if anybody else has had a jaw dropping experience this month with their utility bill. My bill came in at just under $1000. No, I am not joking. They are usually around $400. I am flabbergasted. It will certainly change my monthly budget.

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how long are west coast podcasts going to talk about drake vs kendrick, bring up hypothetical scenarios, etc? or conversations about people working with drake, etc. this been dragged out wayyy too long or made a topic. i have to click off a stream/live every time their brought up.

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It was a lunch experiment. Conclusion: it was OK but it tastes better with ham!

Does anyone actually have an accurate date on when the next academy will be going in? Also do they still require buzz cuts nowadays?

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I know I have too many individual holdings and overlapping ETFs. What should be sold and put into other things

Have tickets to second to last game against Cubs. Now all I’m hearing is there’s going to be a massive storm. That’s a bummer. Any chance this storm isn’t going to write off most games this weekend and if not any tips of off the beaten track things to do while in area. Due to the storm and still wanting to see Red Sox Play I have bought wild card game 1 tickets at Yankee stadium so let’s hope they don’t tank as many redditers seem to want to do.

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Does anyone know if there are any codes one can use currently? And if so what modes(s) they work for. Thanks

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So I just found out that my sick leave from my time working in the NPS should have transferred to my new federal job but didn’t. I cannot for the life of me find an HR phone number or email for the DOI/park service. I need some paperwork to provide to my new job’s HR to make the transfer happen. Anyone have an email/phone number that has worked for them?

Follow the very talented Italian U20-team on Wendesday 15:00. I feel this might be a golden generation in the making. And to think Dragoni could've been in the team, crazy

Siempre he sido una persona de pocos amigos y casi siempre he tenido que ser yo quien se acerque primero para hacer amistades. Siempre he visto cómo a otras personas se les acercan fácilmente, mientras que conmigo casi nunca pasa. En el instituto fue cuando más sola me sentí. Al principio tenía un grupo de cuatro, un chico y tres chicas. El chico y una de las chicas se la pasaban hablando y bromeando, y yo trataba de incluirme, pero no siempre funcionaba. La otra chica estaba más en su mundo y también era difícil convivir con ella. Después llegó otro compañero que empezó a querer ligarse a la chica que estaba con el chico del grupo y yo empecé a sentirme todavía más excluida. Llegó un punto en el que ya no pude más y decidí alejarme. Pasé como dos meses sola en los recesos. Después tuve que hacer un trabajo en grupo de tres y le pregunté a un compañero si podía unirme. Aceptó y también le pregunté si podía pasar los recesos con él. Empezamos a hablar y le conté lo que había pasado con mi grupo. Tiempo después, la otra chica del grupo anterior me preguntó si podía unirse a nosotros y acepté. Ella me contó que el compañero que quería ligarse a la otra chica terminó siendo su novio y que el grupo se volvió tóxico, así que ella también decidió alejarse. Después, el chico que estaba originalmente en mi grupo también se salió y volvió a acercarse a nosotros. Me contó lo que había pasado y se disculpó conmigo, así que lo perdoné. En el último año todo iba bien al principio, pero después volvimos a tener problemas. Éramos dos chicos y dos chicas, y yo quería convivir con los dos chicos, pero ellos tenían un juego en común y yo no podía jugar porque mi celular apenas funcionaba. Por eso sentía que no me prestaban tanta atención. La otra chica casi siempre se la pasaba durmiendo en los recesos, así que otra vez me sentí sola aunque estuviera rodeada de personas. Ahora estoy en la universidad y me pasa algo parecido. Hablo con mis compañeros, pero casi siempre es por tareas o trabajos. Ya estoy cansada de sentir que siempre tengo que dar el primer paso para hacer una amistad y que nadie se acerque a mí por iniciativa propia. Cada vez me siento más sola y ya no sé qué hacer.

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hi guys as the title says i have two tickets to young thug and his new generation tour. it’s on wednesday in tampa at 8 pm. im looking for someone to go with who’s into ug rap, and im more comfortable with a girl or poc. dm if ur interested!!

Hello everyone, I have quick question about building experience. Does having experience in one infrastructure role make it significantly easier to move into another infrastructure role even in a bad job market like now? For example, if someone goes help desk to sysadmin to security engineering, would the sysadmin experience make the transition into security engineering substantially easier compared to going from helpdesk to system administrator for the first time for instance? Once you have solid infrastructure experience, does moving into roles like cloud engineering, network engineering, or security engineering etc. become noticeably easier, even when the job market is difficult?

Firefox is the only browser **not** giving me this issue. Does anyone else have this issue?

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I feel like the Red Rift stifles build diversity too much. The most obvious reason is economy - some builds will always be cheaper and more reliable than others. I also feel like magic items are a little underwhelming, with most benefiting assassins or mystics rather than pure mages. That being said, I think the easiest to tweak issues are the challenge rewards, emergency rewind system, and shard generation. Challenge rewards - having to skip 1 of 2 challenges feels like a pretty "static" if/then problem. It doesn't feel roguelike, since 9/10 times the challenge fight is beatable before or after the emergency rewind. Emergency rewind - sandbagging the emergency rewind is a cool strategy, but I do think it contradicts the hero death issue. Shouldn't it pay out more if you make it to the 1st campfire? Why not offer the option to "cash out the rewind" at the campfire for an increased reward? Shard generation - assassins generating the shards is awesome, but IMO mages should be the source. They are even more expensive to use. That expense should be offset by shard generation. I also feel like the Shard reward vs key fragment price increase doesn't make much since. In the first shop, it's possible to buy a 3rd hero and then the reward for that hero surviving is basically a wash against letting the key fragment sit there. You can even RNG it to get more shards out of it, actually. Anyone else have some recent ideas on how to get more builds to work?

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Okay, the first reactions did not met the reactions than what I expected originally. So I am doing this again, hopefully it works now. Inspired by the Valentine's Triple Feature Rewatch and the Taste of 2016 earlier this year, I am doing something similar to those two. I am pitching five totally different and unrelated shows from the 2020s, which has one thing in common: they are considered underrated, underwatched and underappreciated, and some of you might probably not even heard about. With this, I just want to give more traction, interest, places of discussion and recognition for what they deserve. I know it might be crazy, but it might be an interesting idea already. Let’s get into the details then. *** # About My Master Has No Tail: > The beginning of the Taishou era spelled the end of the tanuki's tricks. These raccoon dogs, who are able to transform into human beings, used to love fooling humans until advanced technology rendered their endeavors futile. However, Mameda, a young tanuki girl, has not given up on this tradition, and - resolved to follow in her father's footsteps - travels to Osaka in hopes of duping people. > As others in her village predicted, Mameda fails to deceive a single person, and she is even hunted down by an angry crowd. After finding refuge in a theater, she stumbles upon a rakugo performance given by a master of the art, Bunko Daikokutei. Fascinated by the vivid images created by the rakugoka's acting, Mameda becomes enamored with this style of storytelling and decides to become Bunko's apprentice! > Despite her initial reluctance to take a disciple, Bunko begins to teach Mameda rakugo after witnessing the young tanuki's perseverance. Between undertaking a taiko apprenticeship, handling her work at the theater, and memorizing plays, Mameda needs to give her all if she ever plans to master the only art that still has a chance to fool people. My Master Has No Tail is a manga series written and illustrated by TNSK, ran from 2019 to 2024. It received an anime television series adaptation produced by Liden Films aired in Fall 2022, for 12 episodes. The screenwriter Touko Machida worked there. It is a good combination of multiple things: Taisho era, supernatural creatures like tanuki, rakugo, a very unique and distinctive artstyle. It might not be Akane-banashi or Shouwa Genroku Rakugo Shinjuu, but it does a decent job when it comes to depicting rakugo. # Useful links: [MAL](https://myanimelist.net/anime/49533) | [Anilist](https://anilist.co/anime/137341/Uchi-no-Shishou-wa-Shippo-ga-Nai/) | [Livechart](https://www.livechart.me/anime/10733) | [Anidb](https://anidb.net/anime/16512) | [AS](https://www.anisearch.com/anime/16513,uchi-no-shishou-wa-shippo-ga-nai) | [Kitsu](https://kitsu.app/anime/44954) | [AP](https://www.anime-planet.com/anime/my-master-has-no-tail) | [ANN](https://www.animenewsnetwork.com/encyclopedia/anime.php?id=24601) | [Wikipedia](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/My_Master_Has_No_Tail) *** # About Sweet Reincarnation: > A boy named Pastry is set to become the next lord of the destitute dominion of Morteln. He's known for having remarkable talent for his age... and it just so happens he was a genius pastry chef with a promising future in his previous life! > He still retains his determination to make sweets that will make everyone smile, even after reincarnating as Pastry. > But many challenges stand before him, including bandits attacking his domain, malicious and eccentric nobles, an unfortunate financial situation, and land so barren that even water is scarce. > The only weapons he has to fight them with are his own ingenuity and love for making sweets. Can Pastry succeed in bringing happiness to the land?! Sweet Reincarnation is a light novel series written by Nozomu Koryu and illustrated by Yasuyuki Shuri, originally started as a Narou-kei novel series. It received an anime television series adaptation, by studio SynergySP, aired in Summer 2023, for 12 episodes Imagine Ascendance of a Bookworm but replace books with sweets. Expect funny-sounding names here, Pastry included. # Useful links: [MAL](https://myanimelist.net/anime/52611) | [Anilist](https://anilist.co/anime/153339/Okashi-na-Tensei/) | [Livechart](https://www.livechart.me/anime/11354) | [Anidb](https://anidb.net/anime/17553) | [AS](https://www.anisearch.com/anime/17581,okashi-na-tensei) | [Kitsu](https://kitsu.app/anime/okashi-na-tensei) | [AP](https://www.anime-planet.com/anime/sweet-reincarnation) | [ANN](https://www.animenewsnetwork.com/encyclopedia/anime.php?id=26180) | [Wikipedia](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sweet_Reincarnation) *** # About Romantic Killer: > Anzu Hoshino is a "non-heroine type" high school girl who pays no attention to fashion or romance and spends every day playing video games. When the wizard Riri suddenly appears, Anzu is forced to participate in the Magical World's project to stop population decline. This romantic comedy depicts what happens when Anzu goes from living a life immersed in her three favorite things — video games, chocolate, and cats — to being surrounded by handsome guys. Anzu is steadfast in her claim that she never wanted to live in a dating simulation game. She meets a handsome guy who is so popular it hurts, a clean-cut and athletic childhood friend, and a beautiful rich young guy who is naive about the outside world. By meeting Anzu, they all begin to change gradually. Romantic Killer is a Japanese web manga series written and illustrated by Wataru Momose. It had four volumes released in one year, between 2019-2020. Studio Domerica made and released a 12 episodes ONA on Netflix in October 27, 2022. If you liked Tomo-chan then might love this as well. Red-haired tomboy protagonist with the same VA, very similar romance plot, and stuff. # Useful links: [MAL](https://myanimelist.net/anime/52865) | [Anilist](https://anilist.co/anime/153930/Romantic-Killer/) | [Livechart](https://www.livechart.me/anime/11386) | [Anidb](https://anidb.net/anime/17583) | [AS](https://www.anisearch.com/anime/17631,romantic-killer) | [Kitsu](https://kitsu.app/anime/romantic-killer) | [AP](https://www.anime-planet.com/anime/romantic-killer) | [ANN](https://www.animenewsnetwork.com/encyclopedia/anime.php?id=26235) | [Wikipedia](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Romantic_Killer) *** # About Oblivion Battery: > Iron-armed pitcher, Haruka Kiyomine, and the shrewd catcher, Kei Kaname, AKA the “Skilled General,” were once an unrivaled, monstrous battery duo in the middle-school baseball world. They were both scouted by various powerhouse high schools across the nation, but somehow, they both ended up at Tokyo Municipal Kotesashi High School, which wasn’t known for baseball at all. On top of that, other star players who had lost to that duo in the past and completely strayed from baseball coincidentally also enrolled at that school, and… > Their meeting sets everything into motion once again. Their high school baseball story begins now! Oblivion Battery is a manga series written and illustrated by Eko Mikawa. An anime version was made by MAPPA, aired in Spring 2024, for 13 episodes. A second season is coming next year. In 2020, it had an OVA as a part of the Jump Special Anime Festa 2020 online event, which still the same studio, but different production and cast. It is highly received (probably in Japan I suppose), production is stellar, strong cast, a Mrs. Green Apple OP, but unfortunately criminally underappreciated and underwatched here, and I do believe it deserves much more. # Useful links: [MAL](https://myanimelist.net/anime/56165) | [Anilist](https://anilist.co/anime/167927/Boukyaku-Battery-TV/) | [Livechart](https://www.livechart.me/anime/12283) | [Anidb](https://anidb.net/anime/18145) | [AS](https://www.anisearch.com/anime/18580,boukyaku-battery-2024) | [Kitsu](https://kitsu.app/anime/boukyaku-battery-tv) | [AP](https://www.anime-planet.com/anime/oblivion-battery) | [ANN](https://www.animenewsnetwork.com/encyclopedia/anime.php?id=29271) | [Wikipedia](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oblivion_Battery) *** # About Mou Ippon: > After one last tournament and an embarrassing loss in the final round, Michi decides to call it quits on the sport of judo. Between high school social activities and entrance exams, she’ll have no time to compete in the martial art she loves most, but putting aside old hobbies is a normal part of growing up. Still, the love of judo lingers—and it comes back full force when she meets her new classmate Towa, the girl who bested Michi in her final match! Towa wants to form a judo club at their school, but she’ll need new members to get it up and running. United by their love of judo, they’ll throw in their passions into the ring together and score ippon again! Ippon again! is a manga series written and illustrated by Yu Muraoka ran from 2018 to 2024. It had an anime television series produced by Bakken Record aired in Winter 2023, for 13 episodes. When it does get mentioned, everybody it always receives good words. It might be a sports themed series, but in fact it can be considered as a CGDCT. Judo is actually is a unique pick, since it is an interesting and enjoyable sport. # Useful links: [MAL](https://myanimelist.net/anime/49376/Mou_Ippon) | [Anilist](https://anilist.co/anime/136435/Mou-Ippon/) | [Livechart](https://www.livechart.me/anime/10683) |[Anidb](https://anidb.net/anime/16424) | [AS](https://www.anisearch.com/anime/16536,mou-ippon) | [Kitsu](https://kitsu.app/anime/mou-ippon) | [AP](https://www.anime-planet.com/anime/ippon-again) | [ANN](https://www.animenewsnetwork.com/encyclopedia/anime.php?id=24511) | [Wikipedia](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ippon_Again!) *** # Streams: My Master Has No Tail available on [Hidive](https://www.hidive.com/season/20016) and [bilibili](https://www.bilibili.tv/en/media/2068743), subs only. Sweet Reincarnation available on [Crunchyroll](https://www.crunchyroll.com/series/GJ0H7QG2G), with subs and dubs. Romantic Killer available on [Netflix](https://www.netflix.com/title/81318888), subs and dubs. Oblivion Battery available on [Crunchyroll](https://www.crunchyroll.com/series/GXJHM3GDX/oblivion-battery), subs only. Mou Ippon available on [Hidive](https://www.hidive.com/season/20273), only subs. *** # Schedule: This entire rewatch will go from October to the first half of December. We will start in two weeks. My Master Has No Tail will be the first, starting in October 5 to October 17. October 18 will be the overall post. The second which follows it will be Sweet Reincarnation, which will go from October 20 to Octber 31. November 1 will be the final discussion thread. Romantic Killer is number 3, going from November 3 to November 14. It will conclude in November 15. Part 4 is Oblivion Battery from November 17 to November 28. November 29 will for the final discussion post. And the last one is Mou Ippon, which is going from December 1 to December 13. Overall post in December 14. Note that we will take one day break inbetween. All both five parts will receive their own reminder tags (one-week and one-day). All of them posted at 22:00 CET/13:00 PST/16:00 EST. # Addendum: There are many shows which I could chose for alternatives, but these are the five which I settled with. Due to its nature, I do consider it as a high-risk high-reward plan, so please bear with it. But whatever will be the result, then I think I might would do a second part or another combined series rewatches around a common theme or something, for next year. But if not succeed this time, there might be other plans for it instead. I hope first-timers and rewatchers (even source readers) will join and enjoy it. And I also hope you will like it what I chose. If there is anything, please let me know. Until the next time.

It's pretty annoying because I never use almost all free card that I got, and it being a brick in my inventory since I can't do anything about it. I also really needs the CP UR, and it really hard to collect it.

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