****WARNING****
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Body Horror, bugs, death, gore. Attempted horror.
By my own standards, this is fairly tame, your mileage may vary, content advisory.
***
Captain Van’tu, the Garaboosian commander of the Alliance of Free Stars light scout cruiser Mandrake, frowned, in the way of his species, and gestured with a lower lefthand at his human science officer to continue.
The woman turned back to her console, to peer into the hood of her ‘scope and minutely adjust a control.
“The ship is an old Terran Alliance Explorer class, the TAN Nebula Star. She was reported overdue for resupply a little over a hundred years ago, exact details are spotty as the station she was supposed to report to was destroyed in the Terran civil war. By modern standards she was little more than a heavy cruiser with an oversized jumpcore, and limited weaponry. The Terran Alliance Navy was very much focused on exploration and first contact, and several of their vessels vanished without trace only to show up decades later in pirate hands. However, this does not seem to be the case with the Nebula Star…”
The image on the holotable was mute testimony to this information. The old starship, much more massive than the Mandrake, but significantly less well equipped, looked derelict. Several holes gaped in her once-pristene white hull, the smooth lines marred and crooked, and the jumpcore bulb near the stern showed a terrible, blasted crater, black with soot and melted steel.
Captain Van’tu scrolled the smooth wheel of the holo controls, swivelling the image and zooming into the damage.
“What do we think of this, Sasha, that looks like an internal explosion, not battle damage.”
“Yes Captain.” Sasha, the science officer, agreed. She manipulated a pad on her side of the console. Several sidebars lit up. “Here, here and here. Chemical signatures we’ve picked up in the dustcloud around the wreck, and the blast pattern, indicates a high yield chemical explosive was utilised, we would need to get a scan from inside the wreckage to be certain, but I think I can confidently say this was caused by a c4 package commonly kept as part of ship inventories of that era. We carry a similar type of explosive even now, it has uses in a number of emergency protocols.”
The captain nodded. “I’m familiar with Human paranoia, ‘better to have and not need than need and not have’, which is why I learned to carry a backpack heavier than myself at the academy.” He smiled at the woman, who grinned back in that wolfish human fashion.
Commanding a Terran vessel as part of the Alliance Navy was a high honour for a non-Terran, and he’d earned it the hard way, he’d actually completed his officer training on Earth itself, heavy gravity, lethal flora, fauna, and practical jokes be damned, he’d always dreamed of command, and he had never planned to settle for anything less than the best ships of the fleet.
Somehow his determination to ‘make it’ had actually impressed his trainers and teachers, and earned him the interest of a senior Admiral, which explained his current command. And he was no ticket-puncher, his crew was, in his opinion, the best in the fleet, and if his ship was small, he was so proud of her, some days he could almost burst his hearts from it. She was his first, and with luck, not his last, and while scouting duty following pre-war exploration routes was far from glamorous, it was essential work for the Alliance, following up first contacts, reopening lost trade routes, and, now and then, coming across relics, and giving closure to the descendants of those vanished vessels.
“Alright. She looks cold, and her reactor is dead, but we don’t know what happened to her, she could have run afoul of pirates, or been captured and misused for decades, or been left boobytrapped, so pack up a SAR shuttle, and give them a leader drone, they don’t enter unless the drone clears the way in.”
“Aye aye Captain, I’ll get them on their way. Sidearms?”
“Yyy…esss. Yes. And overarmour. If someone’s left any surprises, it will help.”
Sasha turned and walked off, already tapping her communicator to summon the personnel she’d be sending.
He frowned again, looking into the depths of the hologram. Something was bothering him, the same sensation he’d felt while visiting a zoo on Earth. Humans around him grinning, nodding to one another, and the confirmation of his worry came as a boom of hundreds of pounds of apex feline carnivore crashing against the high density crystal he’d been standing with his back to…
Something was creeping up on them, he could feel it.
***
The shuttle launched from the brightly lit boatbay of the Mandrake, arcing smoothly through the glittering blackness towards the cruelly murdered starship. In front of it zipped the mote of the drone, its scanners and sensors slaved to the shuttle, giving the drone specialist on board an instant feed to all his senses, feeling, experiencing everything the drone saw.
It zipped around the gaping hole where the jumpdrive had once been housed, then around in a helical pattern, scanning every micron of the lost ships hull, mapping it in complete three dimensional perfection, then tracking towards the boatbay. Inside, two, much older, versions of the Mandrakes shuttle rested, crooked against their davits, the bay airlock doors lying open.
The drone slowly crept inside the dark corridor as the shuttle followed it in, nestling into an empty davit. Power hookups, identical after a century thanks to long ago agreed standardisation, marry up, pogo pins compressed and energized, drawing trickle power from the shuttle to latch securely.
The crew debark, except the probe operator who remained strapped in his jumpseat, guiding the drone deeper into the derelict.
Suited figures follow its path, jumping from the shuttle hatch to the airlock. They don’t bother trying to seal it, it had been lying open for a century, there was no air left within to preserve. The drone met a cross passage, and moved right, headed towards the bridge, following schematics downloaded from Mandrake’s computer. The scout crew followed, alert, and making note of damage to bulkheads, the carpets that once covered the floors looking torn, dark stains telling a worrying story.
The probe entered the bridge of the Nebula Star and paused. The LIDAR scanner illuminated the space in a slow pass of green laser light, left to right and back again. The chamber was empty, save the various consoles and chairs the crew would have used, and the lone figure of the Captain, in his central command chair.
To Captain Van’tu, observing the time delayed remote feed on his own bridge, it was remarkable just how similar the darkened derelict wreck was to his own vessel, down to the arrangement of bridge consoles and type of carpeting used. He’d read, in one of his intro to ship design classes, that Terran bridge layout owed much to speculative fiction of pre-spaceflight eras, and a lot of experimental wet-navy designs.
He'd brought it up once with his chief of engineering, who had responded with a ridiculous approximation of a Scottish accent, “Aye laddie, we Terrans owe an awfy lot tae an auld lass called the Enterprise!” and laughed, continuing his explanation in his more natural German accented standardised Terran. Van’tu had spent several informative evenings with his console, soaking up ancient Terran entertainment as a result.
The drone circled the bridge, slowly, keeping its thruster exhaust well clear of the mummified body in the central chair, making its way to the science console. A small arm popped out and slotted into the consoles data port.
Several lights flickered on the antique panel, the probe powering up the cold circuits to read the datalogs, then around the room, dim red lights came to life, as more of the bridge woke up. Through the hull itself, a faint whine transmitted, the probes oversized fusion battery providing enough current to trigger the startup of a backup generator below the bridge.
The scouting party stepped in, peering around. One, her grey skinsuit marked with a red stripe down the arms, moves across to the captain, a medical scanner in her hand.
“I’m reading significant trauma throughout the corpse, but remarkable preservation as well. Life support must have been glitching badly for a long time after… Wait…” She smacked the side of the scanner, then passed it back across the corpse. “Scanner keeps picking up my own heartbeat, trying to tell me this guys still alive, fucking thing.” She put it away in the side pocket of her suit and pulled out a smaller device. “I kept my old one, should be good enough to… Fuck me sideways…”
“Maybe later Carol, what’s the script?” A green stripe on the party leader’s arm. He was looking around, feeling… itchy, between his shoulder blades. Something wasn’t right, and not just the dead ship. He’d been lead on two other derelict searches, and they never went like this. Accidents happened, people died, usually horribly, and you always found, well, bodies. Whole or otherwise. Yet, aside from the clearly traumatic bloodstains on the floors, soaked long before the artificial gravity had failed, this ship hadn’t shown them a single body, nothing, not even fragments.
Not only that but he could swear he’d seen movements. No-one else had, but he also knew that his reflexes tested significantly higher than average, he was seeing something the others were simply not noticing.
Carol stepped away from the corpse.
“My old scanner says this guy’s alive Mark. Heartbeat, brain activity, oxygenated blood. He’s not breathing and he’s a fucking corpse, but both my scanners say he’s gooey in the middle. And I’ll be honest I don’t want to be here, send probes back across on AI control and let them explore, this is too freaky. I know you’ve been seeing shit, well, I’ve been picking up weirdness all along, and this is too much. We should leave!”
Mark bit back a curse. He agreed, but he was also supposed to be a professional, and as the leader of the scout team who first boarded the derelict, he’d have been slated for command of the ‘prize crew’ to bring her home. At the same time, he was holding back a growing uneasiness, his other two team members were shuffling nervously, and Carol was on the edge of panic.
“Alright, we head back to the shuttle and leave the probe to grab the logs. Something’s weird here, might be the atmosphere on this thing, I admit it’s spooky, but we all know I see weird bugs and things other folk miss, and Carol, you’ve had that personal scanner since high school, if it’s saying something weird, something weird is going on. If Captain… Morrison, is still alive after a century in vacuum, he can keep a few more hours until the AI probes can collect him. We’re not equipped for medical evac anyway.”
They stepped back through the hatchway, leaving the probe to its work. Emergency lighting flickered into life, adding a lurid red glare to the tableaux, Mark, last to leave, sharply snapping his head back around as something… He was reminded of a time as a child, he’d turned over a log in his parents’ yard, and hundreds of inch-long centipedes had scurried in panicked circles to escape the sudden glare of sunlight.
Nothing moved, aside from the slow pulsing of rebooting computers.
He followed his people towards the shuttle.
One by one, they made the leap back to the shuttle davit, and boarded, cycling back aboard, and taking their seats. The drone pilot barely moved to acknowledge them, clearly lost in the datefeed from the old computers, and aside from a quick glance across readouts to ensure the data was flowing cleanly to the Mandrake, Mark didn’t disturb the man.
He hit the switch to release the davit clamps, and the popped free. The shuttle turned, and smoothly glided out, aligning with the mothership and headed home. He blinked and shook his head. That motion again, out the corner of his eye. He glanced over, seeing the drone pilot’s faceplate swarming with legs for a fraction of a second.
“Uhh, Josh, you alright there?” He hated breaking into drone pilot concentration, but this wasn’t right, and Carol was gesturing desperately at him from her chair. He reached across, and nudged Josh’s shoulder, the skinsuit collapsing under his fingers and the skull clacking loosely against the faceplate.
***
Captain Van’tu listened to the soft report coming from Sasha, the scout crew had found the captain of the derelict but were returning early due to some unsettling information they’d found. He didn’t like it, but he also respected human instincts. If skilled officers felt there was a reason to withdraw before mission completion, he knew better than to override the human-on-the-spot.
He’d have a word with Mark later, in private, if necessary, but the man had never been wrong before.
Across the communicator, there was a sudden eruption of yelling, the shuttle on the holo spiralling wildly. Sasha was demanding a clear response from the screaming communicator.
Mark came over the channel. “Abort mission, contamination, alien threat…” His words ended in a gurgling scream, the kind that began high and ended, eventually, in a growling snarl of mortal agony. The line remained open, however, and the entire bridge crew turned to stare, mouths agape, as into the silence the faint sounds of gnawing began to echo.
Sasha shut off the feed with a shaky finger. “Captain, I…”
“I know. Arm several probes, get them to the shuttle, find out what happened and…”
Once more, attention fell to the holo display, as on it, the icon of the shuttle winked red. Sasha motioned, and the focus zoomed in. Where the shuttle had been, a spreading scatter of debris remained.
She pulled up the sidebars again.
“Right before Mark, uh, died, his authorisation codes were used to trigger an overload on the shuttle reactor. We didn’t pick up the feed in real time, they were returning after all, but all of them suffered catastrophic biological distress immediately before their lifesigns cut out. Mark was the last one alive, and severely injured when he triggered the reactor.”
Captain Van’tu shook out his lower hands with a stress-shedding gesture. “The shuttle reactor is in a sealed compartment. He had to get from his chair to the access panel and enter his code, while suffering life threatening injuries which had already killed the rest of his crew?”
“Yes, Captain. I’m sorry, I missed it, my team is still processing the data, but it looks as if the drone pilot ceased responding several minutes before the shuttle departed the wreck. At five minutes into the flight, the three junior officers began exhibiting distress, but gave no verbal alerts. Mark seems to have reacted to something that triggered a fight or flight response, but within a few seconds was exhibiting the same injury markers as the others. At the six-minute mark, he sent his warning, while moving. It appears as if the cessation of his vocalisations was not the end of his life, almost thirty seconds later his code was entered into the shuttle reactor, and it detonated.”
Captain Van’tu moved to his command chair, and sat down, lower hands grasping the armrests, upper hands folding under his chin. “Helm, chart course back to the nearest Alliance outpost, and warm up the jumpcore. Tactical, bring shields to standby and start charging the grasers, I don’t like what’s happening, and I do not want to be caught with our backs turned.”
His crew moved into action, tactical alerts bringing various stations to readiness.
“Sir! We’re receiving a communications request, uh, from the Nebula Star.”
He stared at his communications officer, who looked equally shocked.
“Please, Jen, put them through to the main holo.”
The hovering image of the wreckage that had once been a shuttle vanished, replaced by the familiastrange image of the old bridge, and its captain.
The man was a corpse, there was no debate. The papery skin had pulled back from his eyes and teeth, his nose collapsed inwards, decades of icy coldness and baking heat as the derelict tumbled slowly from shade to sunlight had freeze dried the body, yet, it moved. The jaw flapped open, and the sticklike arms gestured against the command chair arms, clawed fingertips clicking uselessly.
“Gree. Tings. Un. Known. Vess. Sell. I. Am. Cap. Tan. Morr. Iss. Son. We. Come. In. Peace.”
The corpse in the holo quivered and twitched in some horrible mockery of life, the bared grey teeth clicking as the jaw spasmed open and closed, not, Van’tu noted, in time with the words being spoken. Inside the jaws, he also noticed, something black and shiny and segmented.
“I highly doubt you come with any sort of peace in mind, what are you really, and what did you do to the crew of the shuttle who boarded the ship you are on.”
The body twitched, a trickle of black ooze popping free from the corner of the sunken eye socket. Under the dried up eyelid, something squirmed around, curling with segmented motion, a few pointed claws poking briefly free before vanishing once more.
“I. Am. Cap. Tan. Morr. Iss. Son. We. Come. In. Peace. We. Rek. Wire. Ass. Iss. Tan. Sse. Let. Uss. Board.”
An alert flashed from Sashas direction. A gesture diminished Captain Morrison to a corner of the holo and expanded the view of the derelict. Two shuttles of archaic design had just launched from it and begun making their way towards the Mandrake. He muted his pickup and turned to his tactical officer.
“Jeff? They do not get close enough to board.”
“Aye aye sir, tracking has them locked and my grazers are charged.”
“Very good.”
He returned to the holo and reopened the grisly view of the dead man being puppeted on his display.
“You will not be permitted to board my ship. I demand to know who you are, what you represent, and why you are trying to impersonate Captain Morrison.”
“You. Are. Food. You. Have. Use. Full. Tech. Nol. Ogy. We. Will. Take. It. We. Will. Use. You. We. Will. Mul. Tip. Lie. This. Vess. Hell. Came. To. Us. In. Peace. We. Took. It. We. Came. For. Ter. Rah. We. Became. Trapped. We Became. Lethargic. We have waited. Now you have brought us. A new vessel to carry us. To Terra.”
Captain Van’tu shook his head. If these things were familiar with humans, they’d recognise the gesture. For the sake of understanding he’d long ago learned to at least emulate some human body language.
“You will not be allowed to go any further. I have a duty to safeguard the people under my command, and to the people of… Terra.” Whatever this species was, it was not something he wanted anywhere near a colony or, worse, defenceless homeworld, of any of the Allied or friendly species he knew lay between here and Terra herself. Best for all they only had Terra in mind.
“Sir! The incoming shuttles are not going for docking, they’re on a ramming approach! Firing solution lost on bogey one!” The Mandrakes grazers were firing, gunnery crews managing their weapons as they tracked automatically and fired, spearing one of the wildly corkscrewing shuttles with lances of gravitationally focused gamma radiation. The second shuttle however spun, and fell downwards, smashing into the still warming shields, and through, impacting the Mandrakes hull with tremendous speed.
The scouting vessel shuddered. The shuttle had breached through the outer hull and spilled into a mess area.
Thanks to the alert condition, all crew had been in skinsuits, not that this helped the two cooks who had been finishing off the lockdown of the mess kitchen.
Fresh alerts sounded, the sound of which sent crewpeople to arms lockers. Mandrake had been boarded.
Captain Van’tu pointed to his tactical officer. “Destroy that wreck! vaporise it!”
“Sir! Weapons are offline, on-mount crews are reporting power losses.”
Across the bridge, the communications officer looked up. “Reports coming in, boarders are breaking out of mess two!”
The captain snarled. Ancient Garaboosians had warded off predators with that sound, and his teeth bared in an animalistic threat display. He slammed a finger into the appropriate button on his armrest.
“All hands, all hands, defence stations, repel boarders!”
His head snapped around. “Sasha, do we still have telemetry from the drone on the Nebula? If so, I want it to shut that shitheap down, or overload its reactors!”
His science officer acknowledged with an “Aye captain!” and turned to her console.
He returned to his holo. Removed the mute. “You have attacked an Alliance of Free Stars vessel, while using a Terran Alliance vessel reported lost to causes unknown. I am hereby declaring you to be pirates, and you will be treated accordingly. Surrender now and you will be returned to your government or homeworld after serving a prison term to be determined by Admiralty courts.”
He did not expect the thing pretending to be Captain Morrison to surrender.
“There will be no surrender. We will take all you have and all you are. You will be ours to consume and use.”
His tactical alert flashed, somehow, the older ship was charging its weapons systems. He flicked a gesture, and the old vessels appeared, with sidebars. The weapons were underpowered, and normally not really a threat to a modern vessel, but the Mandrake had just been rammed by a shuttle, cutting power to her own weapons, and disrupting her shields, it would take several more minutes to regenerate them.
He glared at the grinning visage of the corpse which was still mimicking life. The left arm was still quivering against the rest, fingertips drumming against a keypad almost identical to his own. From the bottom of the sunken belly of the dead man, a slowly undulating shape crawled, a thick-pincered head, followed by a segmented body flowing with sharp-tipped clawlike legs. It moved upwards and climbed back in through Morrisons throat.
“Captain, boarders have been destroyed. Sir, they were humans, but they were dead. Like mummies. They had some kinds of bugs inside, we had to go in with plasma to clear them out.”
“I see. Ensure all the bulkhead seals around the messhall compartment are still green, and pull everyone back, full medical scans on exit. Once everyone is clear, blow the compartment.”
“Uh, yes, sir, understood. Engineering teams are saying they’ll have full weapons restored in eight minutes.”
“Good. We can’t allow any of these things to get back to inhabited space. I want that wreck vaporised. Mess compartment too.”
He continued to watch the dead mans fingers rattle against the old command chair. And nodded.
“Captain Morrison, it has been an honour. Captain Van’Tu, out.”
In the holo, the corpse finally went still. The creatures which had inhabited him began to swarm, black blood and ichor bursting from his skull as the mother of the monsters which had ridden his body and his ship since they had tricked their way aboard a century before, burst free from her manipulating, feeding grasp in his skull.
“Captain, the drone has fully copied the Nebula Stars database, but is unable to access any critical systems. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay Sasha. When we have weapons available, we’ll finish whatever is left.”
“Sir? I don’t understand what…”
The holo tank cut her off. The Nebula Star had fired its engines, angling towards an intercept with the Mandrake, it needed to be much closer to engage with its much more primitive weapons. As the engines flared to life, fire blossomed across the aft hull. Multiple explosions rippled through it, billowing outwards from within, as the reawakened fusion reactors, initially stirred to life by the probes batteries, then by crawling undead crew hidden in the ships dead spaces, all overloaded, and detonated in a final orgy of self-annihilation.
There was a shudder again, as the Mandrakes crew activated the emergency charges that blew an entire section of the ship into space, carrying with it the bodies of dozens of the Nebula Stars crew, hundreds of incinerated and still crawling parasitic alien monsters, and the corpses of two unfortunate cooks.
“Begin sweeping everything in range with fire, maximum power and aperture, everything must burn. I want medical and bio survey teams going around the clock scanning for any trace of those things that might have breached containment. For the record, I will be recommending the Mandrake be scuttled once all crew are cleared and disembarked. Needless to say, we will not be making any landfall or station docks before then.”
He sat down in his command chair. He couldn’t remember standing up. He stared down at his armrest, and the keypad on it. With the fingers of his bottom left hand, he began typing, sending the results to the main holo where Sasha watched, curious.
ENMY HMWRLD r41429.135 i334451 b-1.791 KILL BURN QURTN
The rest of the sequence was the override code that would trigger the Nebula Star to overload its powerplants and blow itself to pieces before it could be used against its creators.
“Captain? How did you get that message? The log entries are still being processed, but it doesn’t look like anything coherent survived, there’s no co-ordinates in them.” Sasha was confused, and Captain Van’Tu smiled.
“Humans, you’re all the same when it comes down to the wire. Mark blew his shuttle rather than let it dock with those things on board. Even while they ate him alive, he crawled through his command, to do his duty to his species, and to the galaxy. Captain Morrison held off death, kept those things guessing, somehow, as they tried to use him, his ship, to reach Earth, made them keep him in some sort of horrific half-life, until they were distracted enough that he could get back control of his hand. His chair Sasha, same as mine. Probably came out of the same factory, a century apart, and he was typing, while they tried to speak to us, while they tried to board us, shoot us, while we distracted them, he set them up to give us the knowledge he knew we would need to ensure they would never threaten anyone again.”
Fire was still blossoming across the larger area of the holo display, graser weapons detonating fragments of hull with nuclear fire.
“Once we’ve cleared the skies here, we head to an outpost, and start warning the Admiralty. Jobs not over until these things are completely contained.”
***
103 Years, 4 months, 5 days before.
Jack staggered, his leg still bleeding from where a crewman had slashed at him with fingers broken into sharp bone claws. He’d stamped the mans head until the skull popped, rupturing the centipede thing curled inside. He was close. The familiar, once comforting hallways of the Nebula Star had become nightmarish, red lighting and blotches of gore, streaks of blood on the pristine walls, he was living in a horror game, but he had a job to finish.
He pushed off the wall he’d leant against. Behind him, he could hear screaming, and begging. He didn’t stop. It was a trick. They found the noises amusing, and mimicked them, discovering that it could draw in ‘helpers’ they could ambush.
Aft section, frame fourteen, jumpcore bay. He slapped the button, and fell through the door as it slid open. Inside, the bay was immaculate, no-one had been in here since this had started. How they had gotten aboard, he didn’t know.
Inside the skull of a landing team member, he could guess.
He knelt beside the humming machinery. His vision was going grey around the edges, he could feel dripping around his knees, he was kneeling in a pool of his own blood after only a few seconds, he didn’t have long.
He pushed his burden against the drive casing, the chem-catalyst agent on the back bonding it to the drive with a molecular weld.
He pressed the keypad of the emergency c4 cannister, the detonator arming with a beep, and a green telltale.
He typed in a code, short, sweet, he’d forgotten it by the time he reached the end, it didn’t matter. The disarm code was only for when you wanted to be able to stop the countdown. Ten seconds.
They reached him, before it finished counting. Inside his brain, they couldn’t find the code to stop the bomb.
The Nebula Star would not reach Terra, he made sure of that.
As the jumpcore failed, blowing a ragged hole out of the sleek hull, a single shuttle spun away from the boatbay, damaged, lifeless, cold and drifting outwards into the depths of space, the mutilated human corpse within stirring once with scurrying life, then going still.

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We both have jobs that consist of short term contracts around the country.
She got a job in one that pays well and I got a job in a city where all of my friends are because I’m in a more comfortable position financially and I had compromised by living in a city of her choice previously. In the beginning she said she would love to move to the state I’m in now with my friends but towards the end she said she didn’t know how long she could travel and be away from her family who lives on the opposite coast and that she would not get paid well enough to pay off her debt in my city.
This was surprising because she has had family drama before and started traveling because she was tired of where she lived. And she has voiced numerous times she hates chasing money.
I would not be happy where her family is and am discovering a renewed social life with my friends here in my new city.
We said we would stay in contact and that I would visit her this summer because the love is still there but over the past few weeks she has stopped texting/calling unless I reach out.
I’m hoping she realizes that we could have a great new life in my city as I’m financially stable and her family back home is too much drama. But I don’t want her to feel like she’s not financially independent. Logistically it would make sense for her to come to me because I have much more financial stability.
She will be in her current location for her job until October. I plan on staying in my city and creating a new life around my awesome friends.
Part of me wants to reach out and talk to hetell her I miss her. And ask when is a good time to visit.
Another part of me feels like that would put too much pressure on her. Especially if I wouldn’t be the one willing to close the distance.

I am planning on heading over to SriLanka, with my wife, for a break and wanted to check if there are others here who have gone on vacation to learn kiteboarding.
Looking for locations/schools that you would recommend. (#days/pricing would be helpful)
I'm going to be there for 7 to 10 days.
Would appreciate any input.

For sale, for Steam gift cards (or gifted Steam Wallet balance):
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• Dark Souls™: Prepare To Die™ Edition (removed from Steam Store; $350 $400 or best offer)
• Fall Guys (removed from Steam Store)
• Fall Guys - Dragon Hugger Pack (removed from Steam Store)
• Fall Guys - Icy Adventure Pack (removed from Steam Store)

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• Humble Hunie Sakura Bundle (can also trade for a full "charity" bundle (Australia Fire Relief Bundle or similar))
• Humble Sekai Project Bundle (can also trade for a full "charity" bundle (Stand with Ukraine Bundle or similar))

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For trade:
*tentatively up for trade, assuming I buy the bundle
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• Behind the Frame: The Finest Scenery
• Spiritfarer®: Farewell Edition

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• Bionic Commando: Rearmed
• Dragon's Dogma: Dark Arisen
• Lost Planet 3 - Complete
• Mega Man Legacy Collection
• STRIDER™ / ストライダー飛竜®

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• Aground
• Calico
• Evan's Remains
• Lake
• StarCrossed
• Teacup

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• Into the Radius VR

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• Aliens: Fireteam Elite
• Founders' Fortune
• Monster Prom 2: Monster Camp

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• Nomad Survival
• Scarlet Tower

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• The Citadel
• Forgive Me Father
• Viscerafest
• WRATH: Aeon of Ruin

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• The Blackout Club

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• BIOMUTANT
• Edge Of Eternity
• Golden Light

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• Call of the Sea
• Hellblade: Senua's Sacrifice

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• 112 Operator
• 911 Operator
• The Amazing American Circus
• Armello
• Backbone
• Calico
• Cris Tales
• Euro Truck Simulator 2
• Farming Simulator 17
• Ghostrunner
• Gotham Knights
• Guilty Gear X2 #Reload
• Lust from Beyond: M Edition
• Monaco: What's Yours Is Mine
• Orbital Racer
• Pathfinder: Kingmaker - Enhanced Plus Edition
• PAYDAY 2
• Pilgrims
• Soulblight
• Space Crew: Legendary Edition
• Starfinder Core Rulebook (Paizo key) and Starfinder Adventure: Junker's Delight (Paizo key)
• Strange Brigade
• Stygian: Reign of the Old Ones
• System Shock 2
• System Shock: Enhanced Edition
• Ticket to Ride
• XCOM® 2
• X-Morph: Defense Complete Pack

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• Fallout: A Post Nuclear Role Playing Game
• Fallout 76
• Fobia - St. Dinfna Hotel
• Othercide
• Shady Part of Me

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• The Last Campfire

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• Sakura Swim Club

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• Summer in Mara
• Townscaper

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• The Long Dark: Survival Edition

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• Stranded Sails - Explorers of the Cursed Islands

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• Conan Chop Chop
• Grow: Song of the Evertree

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• Styx: Shards of Darkness

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• Hard West
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• Red Solstice 2: Survivors

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• Arizona Sunshine

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• Backbone
• Blade Assault
• First Class Trouble
• Super Magbot

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• Golf Gang
• Maid of Sker

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• Vampire: The Masquerade - Coteries of New York
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• Werewolf: The Apocalypse — Heart of the Forest

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• Nickelodeon All-Star Brawl

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• Baldur's Gate: Faces of Good and Evil
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• Icewind Dale: Enhanced Edition

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• Crown Trick

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• Guts and Glory
• Hello Neighbor

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• Day of the Tentacle Remastered
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• Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic
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• Duke Nukem Forever
• PGA TOUR 2K21
• WWE 2K Battlegrounds

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• Emily is Away <3
• In Sound Mind

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• Little Big Workshop
• Not Tonight

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• Brigador Deluxe Edition
• Verdun

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• Resident Evil 0
• Resident Evil 6
• Resident Evil
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• EVERSPACE™

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• Dreamfall Chapters

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• Cultist Simulator
• GWENT: The Witcher Card Game - Ultimate Starter Pack (GOG key)

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• The LEGO® NINJAGO® Movie Video Game

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• 2064: Read Only Memories

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• Legend of Keepers: Career of a Dungeon Manager
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• Bionic Commando
• Street Fighter V

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• As Far As The Eye
• Impulsion

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• Command & Conquer Remastered Collection (Origin key)

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• Orcs Must Die! 2 - Complete Pack

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• Bartlow's Dread Machine

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• Blaston

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• White Day: A Labyrinth Named School

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• The Walking Dead

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• Total Tank Simulator

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• Archangel: Hellfire - Fully Loaded

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• XCOM® 2

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• Black The Fall
• Goetia

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• Highway Blossoms

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• Among the Sleep - Enhanced Edition

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• Dear Esther: Landmark Edition
• This War of Mine

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• Tom Clancy's The Division™ (Uplay key)
• Tom Clancy's The Division™ - Survival (Uplay key)

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• Highway Blossoms
• HunieCam Studio
• KARAKARA
• Sunrider Academy
• Sunrider: Liberation Day - Captain's Edition

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• Civilization VI - Australia Civilization & Scenario Pack
• Civilization VI - Vikings Scenario Pack

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• A Kiss For the Petals - Remembering How We Met

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• Hacknet
• Satellite Reign

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• The Incredible Adventures of Van Helsing: Final Cut

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• The Elder Scrolls: Legends: 2 Card Packs (Skyrim) 1 Event Ticket 100 Gold 100 Souls
• ESO Vanity Pet: Bristlegut Piglet and 15 Days of ESO Plus

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• Ame no Marginal -Rain Marginal-
• KARAKARA
• Memory's Dogma CODE:01
• Narcissu 10th Anniversary Anthology Project
• Narcissu 10th Anniversary Anthology Project - Season Pass

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• A Kiss For the Petals - Remembering How We Met
• Sakura Angels
• Beach Bounce
• Beach Bounce - Soundtrack
• Blue Rose

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• Lionessy Story
• My Personal Angel
• Natural - Beyond Nature -
• Postmen Of Horizon (removed from Steam Store)

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• The Reject Demon: Toko Chapter 0 — Prelude

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• Koi-Koi Japan [Hanafuda playing cards]
• Mahjong Pretty Girls Battle
• Mahjong Pretty Girls Battle : School Girls Edition
• Poker Pretty Girls Battle: Texas Hold'em
• Pretty Girls Mahjong Solitaire

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• Guns of Icarus Alliance
• Guns of Icarus Online
• Impossible Creatures Steam Edition
• Lethal League
• Tempest: Pirate Action RPG
• Tempest - Treasure Lands
• Tempest - Original Soundtrack
• Warhammer 40,000: Space Wolf
• Warhammer: End Times - Vermintide

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• For The King
• Book of Demons
• PlateUp!
• Spiritfarer®: Farewell Edition
• Kingdom Two Crowns
• White Day: A Labyrinth Named School
• Warhammer 40,000: Gladius - Relics of War
• Chivalry: Medieval Warfare
• Steel Rats™
• Hue
• Sifu Deluxe Edition Upgrade Bundle (Epic key)
• Gal*Gun: Double Peace
• The Invisible Hours
• Synergia
• ROCKETRON
• Project Nimbus: Complete Edition
• Dead Age
• Dusk Diver 酉閃町
• Spirit Hunter: NG
• Slain: Back from Hell(?)
• Cook, Serve, Delicious!
• Tower of Time
• Danger Scavenger
• Survive the Nights
• The Beast Inside
• Valfaris
• Nongunz: Doppelganger Edition
• This War of Mine
• My Time At Portia

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• Knights of Pen and Paper +1 Edition
• Knights of Pen and Paper 2 - Here Be Dragons

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• 112 Operator
• 911 Operator
• Book of Demons
• Broken Age
• Brothers - A Tale of Two Sons
• Crying Suns
• Crying Suns
• Dear Esther: Landmark Edition
• Driftland: The Magic Revival
• Liberated (GOG key)
• Moon Hunters
• Out of Reach: Treasure Royale
• Rustler (Grand Theft Horse)
• Wanderlust: Travel Stories (GOG key)
• WARSAW
• X-Morph: Defense + European Assault, Survival of the Fittest, and Last Bastion DLC (I believe this redeems as the linked Complete Pack, minus the soundtrack)
• ΔV: Rings of Saturn(?)

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• Fallout: A Post Nuclear Role Playing Game
• Fobia - St. Dinfna Hotel
• Phoenix Point: Year One Edition
• Deliver Us The Moon
• Morkredd
• Rogue Heroes: Ruins of Tasos
• Space Crew: Legendary Edition
• Spirit Hunter: NG
• Survivalist: Invisible Strain
• Warhammer: Vermintide 2
• ENDLESS™ Space 2
• Surviving the Aftermath
• The Long Dark

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• Blade Assault
• Founders' Fortune
• Hokko Life
• Monster Crown
• Fallout 76
• Othercide
• Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous - Enhanced Edition
• ScourgeBringer
• Ancestors: The Humankind Odyssey
• HOT WHEELS UNLEASHED™
• Middle-earth: Shadow of Mordor Game of the Year Edition
• Sonic CD (removed from Steam Store)
• LEGO® Harry Potter: Years 1-4
• LEGO® Harry Potter: Years 5-7
• STRIDER™ / ストライダー飛竜®
• Bionic Commando
• Full Metal Furies
• Ultra Street Fighter® IV
• Starbound
• Mafia III: Sign of the Times
• Outlast 2
• BioShock 2
• Middle-earth: Shadow of Mordor Game of the Year Edition
• Sherlock Holmes: The Devil's Daughter
• The Mean Greens - Plastic Warfare
• Crusaders of the Lost Idols Legendary Starter Pack
• Project CARS (removed from Steam Store)

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• 5D Chess With Multiverse Time Travel
• A Hat in Time
• Avernum: Escape from the Pit
• Bendy and the Ink Machine
• CrossCode
• Dead Rising 4
• Dungreed
• Mortal Kombat Komplete Edition
• NBA 2K Playgrounds 2
• NECROPOLIS: BRUTAL EDITION
• Omensight: Definitive Edition
• Submerged
• Tower Unite
• Wonder Boy: The Dragon's Trap
• Zombie Army 4: Dead War

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Item Name Set Number: 75810 The Upside Down
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After looking into this kind of stuff, I've found there is a long trail of posts that appear every couple of years or so asking about abandoned buildings in Calgary. There isn't much good replies to these posts of good abandoned buildings, so people are left in the dark. For this, I will provide a guide of how to locate abandoned buildings. With this I have located about 10ish large/good abandoned buildings in the city, and probably upwards of 30 total.
All good abandoned buildings are only good because bad actors haven't ruined the place -- vandals, squatters/homeless, arsons, etc -- bad actors can often make a place into such a bad state where the building requires more security or is demolished. For this reason I will NOT provide a list of abandoned buildings like I was originally; instead I will give a guide of how to locate good abandoned buildings!
STEP 1: Know where to find abandoned buildings Certain areas are more booming than others, whilst some areas of the city have been declining or have been in decline in the recent past. Whilst most may be tempted just to look at the older areas of the city, a lot of the older areas have had sizeable redevelopment. Same thing for a lot of sketchy areas, the Forest Lawn-Dover-Radisson Heights area has been gentrification for a while now, so a lot of the old abandoned buildings there are no more.
Although I didn't know at first, from experience I can tell you which areas I have had the best luck finding abandoned buildings. Most of these are 1940s-70s inner-city suburban neighborhoods, mostly in the Southern Half of the city, that aren't TOO close to downtown. Usually the closer to industrial space the more likely it will be to be abandoned, as people don't want to live near industrial space.
The following are the areas of the city I have had the best luck locating abandoned buildings: - Inner Central-North, in between Deerfoot and 4 St NW (Highland Park, Tuxedo Park, Greenview) - Communities South of the CPR Rail, Southeast of Downtown (Inglewood, Ogden, Beltline) - Inner City Southwest around Crowchild (Sunalta, Killarney, Currie, Richmond) - Areas Surrounding MacLeod & In/South of Industrial Areas (Manchester, Kingsland, Fairview, Haysboro) - Area adjacent of Fish Creek around MacLeod (Midnapore, Deer Ridge, Deer Run, Canyon Meadows) - Area Wedged between the Bow River and SAIT (Hillhurst, Sunnyside, Hounsfield Heights) - Greater Forest Lawn -- areas around 17 Ave split between the Northeast-Southeast boundary (Forest Lawn, Radisson Heights, Dover, Southview)
STEP 2: Go to Google Satellite View, Find Large Buildings with Clues As surprising as it may seem, Google Map's satellite view and streetview are your keys to finding abandoned buildings. After knowing where to look, I try to do is find buildings (usually large, old looking structures) with the Google Satellite view that 'stick-out' of their natural surroundings. Usually one of the first things you'll notice for these buildings (and 2 of the clues I use) is if the parking lots are in disrepair and if there is roof damage -- although they still can be in-use regardless and are in some disrepair. After you've located a building like that, go to Google Streetview and look out for some clues I use to see if it's abandoned.
Here are those clues: broken windows, boarded up windows, faded signage, parking lot in disrepair, overgrowth of vegetation, little people/cars around building, vandalism, graffiti, rusted metal, fencing -- note that a building doesn't have to have all of these to be abandoned, nor do these confirm abandonment, but it'll give you a pretty good deal if it is or isn't
STEP 3: Do your research Using a search engine (duckduckgo for me), searching up stuff you have found on Google Maps or Streetview about the location. Easiest way to get is to put the address with quotation marks (like this "1 St SW"), in which a lot of sites will detail what it is/was -- which you can use to do even further research into. But as well usually you will find stuff in Streetview that will indicate what it is (ie. faded signs), as well if you are stuck you can use the "See more dates" option in streetview (top left corner) to see Google Streetview data of years gone-by.
If you are stuck trying to determine if it has been demolished (or if it will get demolished soon), use the Calgary Development Map to see if the site is getting demolished soon, and use Engage Calgary to see if there is any plans for the site. As well if the site was high-profile enough, you will usually see some local news articles covering the site's closure or future demolition (Greyhound, CBC Radio Canada, Viscount Bennett High).
If you get really stuck, you can always just ask this sub, ask in a local Discord server (Calgary, Alberta Discord Group, Alberta Transit, etc), or an Urban Exploration forum (biggest one that you would find Calgary info about is the BC-Alberta Portal of UER, but as well bigdoer which is more of a Wiki is pretty good).
STEP 4: Have a Plan This guide was made with the purpose of giving yall info of how to find abandoned buildings and how to check if it is abandoned. What you do from here is really your choice -- however, if you go, have a plan - Plan out what you will do when you visit - Make sure to scout out the premises first if you go inside (days in advance) -- to see how safe it is, if there is security, or an available entrance to get in - What time of day you are going - If you are going alone or with company - Making sure you have appropriate gear, clothing/footwear, a flash -- but also making sure you have stuff like available space on a camera or enough cellphone service in case things go awry
CONCLUSION Make sure to not just outright share any good finds you have, as like I said previously, they are good due to how unknown they are. Things can go awry if bad-actors find the properties, so only share privately with people rather than publicly sharing any abandoned buildings you find. Hope this helps any of yall! If you have any questions, feel free to dm me via Discord (Canadian Cnek#0710). Stay safe!

I’m pretty sure I’m a good decent bit into the main storyline. I’ve already done my thing with the greybeards, killed a few dragons and done a good bit of side questing in skyrim.
But then I took a ship to a place called Raven Rock and upon opening my map and seeing an entirely different location I kinda figured I entered the DLC (I bought SE edition of Skyrim)
Before I go off into this new land and start killing people and stealing shit, I wanted to know if it’s ok for me to be here whilst not having fully completed the main game.
I’m relatively strong and not really worried about enemies that may be super powerful but I don’t want to enter a DLC that takes place after the main story or something like that.

After clicking Start on the character creator, you can now select a Regional Location to spawn in!
We're working on Selectable Spawn Regions for Titania!
The UI will give you a very loose estimate of the most populated parts of the map so you can either get there quicker or avoid them. We are hoping this will help out the lower population servers which still wish to play on our larger maps.
Before anyone gets concerned: You will not have very specific spawn control this way as these are large areas you are choosing from. So there should not be problems with spawn camping from the Region Selection system.

So, I wrote a scifi story, with some help of ChatGPT, based on the Law of One, Bashar, and even some of the channelings of Daniel Scranton. I wanted to flesh out a potential first contact story based on the knowledge I have gleaned from various sources.
This is FICTION.
Enjoy!

The Turning Point: First Contact
In the enchanting embrace of a serene June evening in the year 2024, President Biden stood amidst the breathtaking landscape of Sedona, Arizona. Far from the traditional confines of the White House, he was at this sacred location to address the nation, knowing the incredible significance this moment would hold. As the President's voice carried on the gentle breeze, resonating with the energy of the land, a hushed anticipation settled over the gathered crowd. Little did they suspect that this address would mark the initiation of an extraordinary new chapter in human history, one that would forever alter the course of humanity's cosmic journey. The vibrant tapestry of Sedona's red rock formations provided a fitting backdrop, reflecting the spirit of awe and wonder that filled the hearts of those present, as they unknowingly bore witness to a future beyond imagination.
As President Biden began to speak, a bit cryptically of unity and progress, a ripple of anticipation coursed through the hearts of those seekers who had delved into the Ra contact and the Law of One. These individuals, drawn to the boundless realms of cosmic consciousness, had served as beacons of the openness and receptivity of humanity. The Yahyel, with their profound understanding of the interconnectedness of all things, recognized that these individuals who embraced cosmic consciousness were indicative of humanity's readiness for making first contact. Thus, fueled by the recognition of these values, the Yahyel had taken notice, setting the stage for the momentous encounter that was about to unfold. For the Yahyel had been chosen to be the first emissaries of the greater Confederation of Planets, as their destiny was already intertwined with humanity.
The Yahyel, a peaceful and enlightened extraterrestrial civilization, emerged as the result of a profound and perilous process. Created by the Grey aliens, sometimes known as the Zetas, the Yahyel bridged the gap between their creators and earth's humanity. For the Greys had arrived from a parallel future earth and were a distorted version of human beings themselves, cut off from their own emotional energy, cut off from their home planet, and now were facing extinction due to their relentless pursuit of knowledge and technology above all else. The Greys had created this hybrid race starting in the 1940's through a desperate hybridization program. They were behind the somewhat tumultuous abduction phenomenon that humans began to experience in the 1940's across the earth. Despite the initial difficulty of taking genetic material from earth humans, such as the terrifying abduction experiences due to the grey's own weakened emotional empathy, the program was still a complete success. It should be noted that the humans involved in the program all had volunteered to help the Greys before they became incarnated. The hybrid nature of the Yahyel encompassed the best traits of both species, blending intellectual prowess with emotional depth. With their higher vibrational energies and advanced understanding of cosmic interconnectedness, the Yahyel sought to guide humanity towards a new era of harmony, awakening humanity's dormant potential and ushering them into the embrace of the greater galactic community.
Unbeknownst to the rest of the world, different groups of individual seekers, each following their different paths of exploration and enlightenment, such as the seekers of the Law of One, had quietly and discreetly already received profound contact from the Yahyel in the months leading up to that momentous June evening. For some, the communication from the Yahyel came through channeling, as they conveyed messages and images from cosmic realms. Others experienced the Yahyel's presence through telepathic and lucid dreams, where a deep connection was forged, and a shared understanding could effortlessly unfold. Through mindful seeking and dedicated meditation practices, these certain seekers had direct or indirect interactions with the Yahyel, their souls predestined. The paths planned out by their Higher Selves in the dance of cosmic destiny, discovery, and evolution.
These diverse seeking groups, driven by a yearning for a profound cosmic connection, found themselves inexplicably drawn together, all linked by direct invitation from the Yahyel. The invitation sent them to this location near Sedona, Arizona. Nestled amidst the awe-inspiring red rock formations and the mystical energy of the land, this sacred sanctuary became the chosen meeting place. Surrounded by the ethereal beauty of the desert landscape, bathed in the enchanting glow of starlit skies, they would bear witness to a meeting that transcended the boundaries of human understanding. It was a gathering that would forever alter the course of human history, illuminating a path towards a new era of interstellar communion and ushering humanity into the embrace of a galactic community that was so eagerly awaiting their arrival.
As Biden concluded his speech, the stage was now set. He had mentioned that it was time for humanity to take a grand step forward into a new era of peace and harmony with our galactic brothers and sisters. And so, as twilight embraced this chosen meeting place, the crowd grew silent. Media newscasters could be heard giving hushed commentary as everyone waited for what would happen next.
And then, it felt like a gentle hum filled the air. The air itself seemed to buzz and vibrate. Then an ethereal glow, seemingly from nowhere, slowly bathed the landscape. Suddenly, in a flash of light, the Yahyel materialized before the astonished group. Serene and radiant, they emanated a sense of profound peace. They stood around five and half feet tall. They looked mostly human, with slightly larger eyes, heads, and thinner hair. Otherwise, they very much resembled humanity.
Through a form of telepathic communication, the Yahyel conveyed their message of friendship and shared evolution. Knowing they were also on camera, they physically spoke, in English, of the vast galactic community, the Confederation of Planets, wherein different civilizations coexisted, including the benevolent beings known as Ra, each contributing their own unique wisdom and perspectives.
These wise and benevolent beings, the Yahyel, explained that they were a result of a complex history that involved their creators, the Grey aliens or Zetas. The Greys, who originated from a parallel future Earth, had pursued knowledge and technology at any cost, severing themselves from their true nature and emotional energies. This created much disharmony to the point that their bodies were becoming toxic and they were facing extinction. And so they turned to the hybridization project that gave birth to the Yahyel, a harmonious blending of their own genetic material with that of humanity.
As the Yahyel shared their tale, their primary objective remained clear—to forge a peaceful and enlightened connection with humanity. Their methodical approach ensured that contact was made with individuals who had already shown a propensity for openness, understanding, and a deep respect for the mysteries of the universe.
With each carefully orchestrated encounter, the Yahyel gently expanded their circle of contact, fostering trust and understanding, and gradually dispelling natural fears and skepticism. The humans, witnessing firsthand the Yahyel's peaceful intentions, began to open their hearts and minds to the potential for a new era of cooperation, knowledge, and shared progress.
News of these encounters began to leak out to the rest of society and began to capture the world's attention. Skeptics and believers alike marveled at the potential reality of humanity's integration into the greater galactic community. Governments, once guarded and secretive, recognized the importance of transparency and had already begun a careful process of disclosure in the years leading up to this momentous day, slowly sharing information and preparing the world for a future where Earth would take its place among the stars.
And so, in the summer of 2024, under the leadership of President Biden, Earth took its first steps towards embracing the Yahyel and the Confederation of Planets. The transformative power of this historic encounter reverberated throughout the world, inspiring a newfound unity among nations, cultures, and individuals. Humanity was united in awe, and from that a New Earth peace settled across nations.
The Yahyel, ever-grateful to the Earth humans for their instrumental role in their own creation, stood as emissaries of peace and enlightenment. With profound reverence, they embarked on a noble mission to guide humanity towards a new era of understanding, technological advancement, and interconnectedness. As humanity stood on the threshold of this extraordinary cosmic journey, the Yahyel opened the doors of perception, offering a tantalizing glimpse into the vast tapestry of the cosmos. Through their benevolent presence, they invited humanity to share their unique wisdom, experiences, and perspectives, recognizing the invaluable contributions Earth humans could make to the galactic family. It was a harmonious exchange, where the Yahyel's higher vibrational energies intertwined with the collective consciousness of humanity, creating a tapestry of shared growth and expansion that would shape the destiny of both species and foster a profound sense of unity across the galaxy.
As humanity and the Yahyel embarked on this remarkable journey, a future once shrouded in uncertainty began to reveal its true shining potential. The stars beckoned, and together, the Yahyel and humanity ventured forth, bound by a shared destiny and a shared commitment to growth, harmony, and the exploration of the cosmic wonders that awaited them.

So, I wrote a scifi story, with some help of ChatGPT, based on the Law of One, Bashar, and even some of the channelings of Daniel Scranton. I wanted to flesh out a potential first contact story based on the knowledge I have gleaned from various sources.
This is FICTION.
Enjoy!

The Turning Point: First Contact
In the enchanting embrace of a serene June evening in the year 2024, President Biden stood amidst the breathtaking landscape of Sedona, Arizona. Far from the traditional confines of the White House, he was at this sacred location to address the nation, knowing the incredible significance this moment would hold. As the President's voice carried on the gentle breeze, resonating with the energy of the land, a hushed anticipation settled over the gathered crowd. Little did they suspect that this address would mark the initiation of an extraordinary new chapter in human history, one that would forever alter the course of humanity's cosmic journey. The vibrant tapestry of Sedona's red rock formations provided a fitting backdrop, reflecting the spirit of awe and wonder that filled the hearts of those present, as they unknowingly bore witness to a future beyond imagination.
As President Biden began to speak, a bit cryptically of unity and progress, a ripple of anticipation coursed through the hearts of those seekers who had delved into the Ra contact and the Law of One. These individuals, drawn to the boundless realms of cosmic consciousness, had served as beacons of the openness and receptivity of humanity. The Yahyel, with their profound understanding of the interconnectedness of all things, recognized that these individuals who embraced cosmic consciousness were indicative of humanity's readiness for making first contact. Thus, fueled by the recognition of these values, the Yahyel had taken notice, setting the stage for the momentous encounter that was about to unfold. For the Yahyel had been chosen to be the first emissaries of the greater Confederation of Planets, as their destiny was already intertwined with humanity.
The Yahyel, a peaceful and enlightened extraterrestrial civilization, emerged as the result of a profound and perilous process. Created by the Grey aliens, sometimes known as the Zetas, the Yahyel bridged the gap between their creators and earth's humanity. For the Greys had arrived from a parallel future earth and were a distorted version of human beings themselves, cut off from their own emotional energy, cut off from their home planet, and now were facing extinction due to their relentless pursuit of knowledge and technology above all else. The Greys had created this hybrid race starting in the 1940's through a desperate hybridization program. They were behind the somewhat tumultuous abduction phenomenon that humans began to experience in the 1940's across the earth. Despite the initial difficulty of taking genetic material from earth humans, such as the terrifying abduction experiences due to the grey's own weakened emotional empathy, the program was still a complete success. It should be noted that the humans involved in the program all had volunteered to help the Greys before they became incarnated. The hybrid nature of the Yahyel encompassed the best traits of both species, blending intellectual prowess with emotional depth. With their higher vibrational energies and advanced understanding of cosmic interconnectedness, the Yahyel sought to guide humanity towards a new era of harmony, awakening humanity's dormant potential and ushering them into the embrace of the greater galactic community.
Unbeknownst to the rest of the world, different groups of individual seekers, each following their different paths of exploration and enlightenment, such as the seekers of the Law of One, had quietly and discreetly already received profound contact from the Yahyel in the months leading up to that momentous June evening. For some, the communication from the Yahyel came through channeling, as they conveyed messages and images from cosmic realms. Others experienced the Yahyel's presence through telepathic and lucid dreams, where a deep connection was forged, and a shared understanding could effortlessly unfold. Through mindful seeking and dedicated meditation practices, these certain seekers had direct or indirect interactions with the Yahyel, their souls predestined. The paths planned out by their Higher Selves in the dance of cosmic destiny, discovery, and evolution.
These diverse seeking groups, driven by a yearning for a profound cosmic connection, found themselves inexplicably drawn together, all linked by direct invitation from the Yahyel. The invitation sent them to this location near Sedona, Arizona. Nestled amidst the awe-inspiring red rock formations and the mystical energy of the land, this sacred sanctuary became the chosen meeting place. Surrounded by the ethereal beauty of the desert landscape, bathed in the enchanting glow of starlit skies, they would bear witness to a meeting that transcended the boundaries of human understanding. It was a gathering that would forever alter the course of human history, illuminating a path towards a new era of interstellar communion and ushering humanity into the embrace of a galactic community that was so eagerly awaiting their arrival.
As Biden concluded his speech, the stage was now set. He had mentioned that it was time for humanity to take a grand step forward into a new era of peace and harmony with our galactic brothers and sisters. And so, as twilight embraced this chosen meeting place, the crowd grew silent. Media newscasters could be heard giving hushed commentary as everyone waited for what would happen next.
And then, it felt like a gentle hum filled the air. The air itself seemed to buzz and vibrate. Then an ethereal glow, seemingly from nowhere, slowly bathed the landscape. Suddenly, in a flash of light, the Yahyel materialized before the astonished group. Serene and radiant, they emanated a sense of profound peace. They stood around five and half feet tall. They looked mostly human, with slightly larger eyes, heads, and thinner hair. Otherwise, they very much resembled humanity.
Through a form of telepathic communication, the Yahyel conveyed their message of friendship and shared evolution. Knowing they were also on camera, they physically spoke, in English, of the vast galactic community, the Confederation of Planets, wherein different civilizations coexisted, including the benevolent beings known as Ra, each contributing their own unique wisdom and perspectives.
These wise and benevolent beings, the Yahyel, explained that they were a result of a complex history that involved their creators, the Grey aliens or Zetas. The Greys, who originated from a parallel future Earth, had pursued knowledge and technology at any cost, severing themselves from their true nature and emotional energies. This created much disharmony to the point that their bodies were becoming toxic and they were facing extinction. And so they turned to the hybridization project that gave birth to the Yahyel, a harmonious blending of their own genetic material with that of humanity.
As the Yahyel shared their tale, their primary objective remained clear—to forge a peaceful and enlightened connection with humanity. Their methodical approach ensured that contact was made with individuals who had already shown a propensity for openness, understanding, and a deep respect for the mysteries of the universe.
With each carefully orchestrated encounter, the Yahyel gently expanded their circle of contact, fostering trust and understanding, and gradually dispelling natural fears and skepticism. The humans, witnessing firsthand the Yahyel's peaceful intentions, began to open their hearts and minds to the potential for a new era of cooperation, knowledge, and shared progress.
News of these encounters began to leak out to the rest of society and began to capture the world's attention. Skeptics and believers alike marveled at the potential reality of humanity's integration into the greater galactic community. Governments, once guarded and secretive, recognized the importance of transparency and had already begun a careful process of disclosure in the years leading up to this momentous day, slowly sharing information and preparing the world for a future where Earth would take its place among the stars.
And so, in the summer of 2024, under the leadership of President Biden, Earth took its first steps towards embracing the Yahyel and the Confederation of Planets. The transformative power of this historic encounter reverberated throughout the world, inspiring a newfound unity among nations, cultures, and individuals. Humanity was united in awe, and from that a New Earth peace settled across nations.
The Yahyel, ever-grateful to the Earth humans for their instrumental role in their own creation, stood as emissaries of peace and enlightenment. With profound reverence, they embarked on a noble mission to guide humanity towards a new era of understanding, technological advancement, and interconnectedness. As humanity stood on the threshold of this extraordinary cosmic journey, the Yahyel opened the doors of perception, offering a tantalizing glimpse into the vast tapestry of the cosmos. Through their benevolent presence, they invited humanity to share their unique wisdom, experiences, and perspectives, recognizing the invaluable contributions Earth humans could make to the galactic family. It was a harmonious exchange, where the Yahyel's higher vibrational energies intertwined with the collective consciousness of humanity, creating a tapestry of shared growth and expansion that would shape the destiny of both species and foster a profound sense of unity across the galaxy.
As humanity and the Yahyel embarked on this remarkable journey, a future once shrouded in uncertainty began to reveal its true shining potential. The stars beckoned, and together, the Yahyel and humanity ventured forth, bound by a shared destiny and a shared commitment to growth, harmony, and the exploration of the cosmic wonders that awaited them.

I have completed all of the Boons on standard and finishing the last dread play-through tonight likely. I want to start a new one on a higher difficulty for a greater challenge but would like some input. I started a nightmare community pre U33 but don’t plan to go back too it. So my question is, for the new play-through should I go nightmare or jump to lethal? And then which map? I have played at least one community to completion on all the maps. My plan for the new community is to take one strong legacy survivor and 2 random characters. Head cannon is strong survivor saved the two randos, became attached, and decided to start a new community/life with them after their successful adventure with their old community. I haven’t picked this strong leader yet but I have some good contenders in my legacy pool that I have in mind. Many thanks for your input!

So, I wrote a scifi story, with some help of ChatGPT, based on the Law of One, Bashar, and even some of the channelings of Daniel Scranton. I wanted to flesh out a potential first contact story based on the knowledge I have gleaned from various sources.
This is FICTION.
Enjoy!

The Turning Point: First Contact
In the enchanting embrace of a serene June evening in the year 2024, President Biden stood amidst the breathtaking landscape of Sedona, Arizona. Far from the traditional confines of the White House, he was at this sacred location to address the nation, knowing the incredible significance this moment would hold. As the President's voice carried on the gentle breeze, resonating with the energy of the land, a hushed anticipation settled over the gathered crowd. Little did they suspect that this address would mark the initiation of an extraordinary new chapter in human history, one that would forever alter the course of humanity's cosmic journey. The vibrant tapestry of Sedona's red rock formations provided a fitting backdrop, reflecting the spirit of awe and wonder that filled the hearts of those present, as they unknowingly bore witness to a future beyond imagination.
As President Biden began to speak, a bit cryptically of unity and progress, a ripple of anticipation coursed through the hearts of those seekers who had delved into the Ra contact and the Law of One. These individuals, drawn to the boundless realms of cosmic consciousness, had served as beacons of the openness and receptivity of humanity. The Yahyel, with their profound understanding of the interconnectedness of all things, recognized that these individuals who embraced cosmic consciousness were indicative of humanity's readiness for making first contact. Thus, fueled by the recognition of these values, the Yahyel had taken notice, setting the stage for the momentous encounter that was about to unfold. For the Yahyel had been chosen to be the first emissaries of the greater Confederation of Planets, as their destiny was already intertwined with humanity.
The Yahyel, a peaceful and enlightened extraterrestrial civilization, emerged as the result of a profound and perilous process. Created by the Grey aliens, sometimes known as the Zetas, the Yahyel bridged the gap between their creators and earth's humanity. For the Greys had arrived from a parallel future earth and were a distorted version of human beings themselves, cut off from their own emotional energy, cut off from their home planet, and now were facing extinction due to their relentless pursuit of knowledge and technology above all else. The Greys had created this hybrid race starting in the 1940's through a desperate hybridization program. They were behind the somewhat tumultuous abduction phenomenon that humans began to experience in the 1940's across the earth. Despite the initial difficulty of taking genetic material from earth humans, such as the terrifying abduction experiences due to the grey's own weakened emotional empathy, the program was still a complete success. It should be noted that the humans involved in the program all had volunteered to help the Greys before they became incarnated. The hybrid nature of the Yahyel encompassed the best traits of both species, blending intellectual prowess with emotional depth. With their higher vibrational energies and advanced understanding of cosmic interconnectedness, the Yahyel sought to guide humanity towards a new era of harmony, awakening humanity's dormant potential and ushering them into the embrace of the greater galactic community.
Unbeknownst to the rest of the world, different groups of individual seekers, each following their different paths of exploration and enlightenment, such as the seekers of the Law of One, had quietly and discreetly already received profound contact from the Yahyel in the months leading up to that momentous June evening. For some, the communication from the Yahyel came through channeling, as they conveyed messages and images from cosmic realms. Others experienced the Yahyel's presence through telepathic and lucid dreams, where a deep connection was forged, and a shared understanding could effortlessly unfold. Through mindful seeking and dedicated meditation practices, these certain seekers had direct or indirect interactions with the Yahyel, their souls predestined. The paths planned out by their Higher Selves in the dance of cosmic destiny, discovery, and evolution.
These diverse seeking groups, driven by a yearning for a profound cosmic connection, found themselves inexplicably drawn together, all linked by direct invitation from the Yahyel. The invitation sent them to this location near Sedona, Arizona. Nestled amidst the awe-inspiring red rock formations and the mystical energy of the land, this sacred sanctuary became the chosen meeting place. Surrounded by the ethereal beauty of the desert landscape, bathed in the enchanting glow of starlit skies, they would bear witness to a meeting that transcended the boundaries of human understanding. It was a gathering that would forever alter the course of human history, illuminating a path towards a new era of interstellar communion and ushering humanity into the embrace of a galactic community that was so eagerly awaiting their arrival.
As Biden concluded his speech, the stage was now set. He had mentioned that it was time for humanity to take a grand step forward into a new era of peace and harmony with our galactic brothers and sisters. And so, as twilight embraced this chosen meeting place, the crowd grew silent. Media newscasters could be heard giving hushed commentary as everyone waited for what would happen next.
And then, it felt like a gentle hum filled the air. The air itself seemed to buzz and vibrate. Then an ethereal glow, seemingly from nowhere, slowly bathed the landscape. Suddenly, in a flash of light, the Yahyel materialized before the astonished group. Serene and radiant, they emanated a sense of profound peace. They stood around five and half feet tall. They looked mostly human, with slightly larger eyes, heads, and thinner hair. Otherwise, they very much resembled humanity.
Through a form of telepathic communication, the Yahyel conveyed their message of friendship and shared evolution. Knowing they were also on camera, they physically spoke, in English, of the vast galactic community, the Confederation of Planets, wherein different civilizations coexisted, including the benevolent beings known as Ra, each contributing their own unique wisdom and perspectives.
These wise and benevolent beings, the Yahyel, explained that they were a result of a complex history that involved their creators, the Grey aliens or Zetas. The Greys, who originated from a parallel future Earth, had pursued knowledge and technology at any cost, severing themselves from their true nature and emotional energies. This created much disharmony to the point that their bodies were becoming toxic and they were facing extinction. And so they turned to the hybridization project that gave birth to the Yahyel, a harmonious blending of their own genetic material with that of humanity.
As the Yahyel shared their tale, their primary objective remained clear—to forge a peaceful and enlightened connection with humanity. Their methodical approach ensured that contact was made with individuals who had already shown a propensity for openness, understanding, and a deep respect for the mysteries of the universe.
With each carefully orchestrated encounter, the Yahyel gently expanded their circle of contact, fostering trust and understanding, and gradually dispelling natural fears and skepticism. The humans, witnessing firsthand the Yahyel's peaceful intentions, began to open their hearts and minds to the potential for a new era of cooperation, knowledge, and shared progress.
News of these encounters began to leak out to the rest of society and began to capture the world's attention. Skeptics and believers alike marveled at the potential reality of humanity's integration into the greater galactic community. Governments, once guarded and secretive, recognized the importance of transparency and had already begun a careful process of disclosure in the years leading up to this momentous day, slowly sharing information and preparing the world for a future where Earth would take its place among the stars.
And so, in the summer of 2024, under the leadership of President Biden, Earth took its first steps towards embracing the Yahyel and the Confederation of Planets. The transformative power of this historic encounter reverberated throughout the world, inspiring a newfound unity among nations, cultures, and individuals. Humanity was united in awe, and from that a New Earth peace settled across nations.
The Yahyel, ever-grateful to the Earth humans for their instrumental role in their own creation, stood as emissaries of peace and enlightenment. With profound reverence, they embarked on a noble mission to guide humanity towards a new era of understanding, technological advancement, and interconnectedness. As humanity stood on the threshold of this extraordinary cosmic journey, the Yahyel opened the doors of perception, offering a tantalizing glimpse into the vast tapestry of the cosmos. Through their benevolent presence, they invited humanity to share their unique wisdom, experiences, and perspectives, recognizing the invaluable contributions Earth humans could make to the galactic family. It was a harmonious exchange, where the Yahyel's higher vibrational energies intertwined with the collective consciousness of humanity, creating a tapestry of shared growth and expansion that would shape the destiny of both species and foster a profound sense of unity across the galaxy.
As humanity and the Yahyel embarked on this remarkable journey, a future once shrouded in uncertainty began to reveal its true shining potential. The stars beckoned, and together, the Yahyel and humanity ventured forth, bound by a shared destiny and a shared commitment to growth, harmony, and the exploration of the cosmic wonders that awaited them.

Locating Ancient Cities needs to be easier. It’s not fun to fly around looking for Mega Hills and digging to -y hoping you get lucky and don’t miss the cavern if you did get lucky.
Other large structures like Mansions and Monuments have maps to them. Deep dark cities should also have a map or at least some way of guaranteeing finding them.
I know they are supposed to be rare and hard to find, but they are so thrilling. There is nothing as fun as sneaking around an Ancient City and frankly nothing that is more threatening to maxed, endgame players. At least make them a bit easier to find so we can enjoy the new features it brings.

Hi all, hope you can help with this. I'm currently have a few issues at work regarding my location in the building, I won't go into specifics but the long and short of it is moving me from a dedicated room - with all my equipment to hand - to an open plan, hot desk floor with some equipment in cupboards and some equipment in the original room.
So work have suggested this plan of hot desking as a "reasonable adjustment" though I think they are mixing their words up as I have requested an Occupational health assessment but have yet to have it or any suggestions they are likely to make.
I have disclosed my ADHD (combined) diagnosis to the HR manager, who referred to it as "part of the spectrum" and referred to me as being Autistic.
So my question is, what kind of reasonable adjustments can they suggest? The way I work now, in a dedicated room, is ideal as it allows me to not get distracted, I can play my own music at a reasonable level without headphones and most importantly I am able to access all the equipment I need at a moment's notice. Also by having this dedicated room I am able to have planners and calendars put up as a helpful visual reminder of my tasks and goals for the day/week etc. I find it helps having a rigid schedule of all my tasks, broken down into steps otherwise all the tasks, subtasks and associated tasks overwhelm me and I find it hard to get the motivation to even begin.
Without a dedicated room I am at the mercy of hot desking, driving up my anxiety. I'm uncomfortable because I don't have those visual reminders and familiar, "safe" atmosphere I usually have with a dedicated room.
I have applied for access to work and have read that can provide things like a subscription to an organisation software (motion), noise cancelling headphones, dictation software etc which I'm hoping will happen soon and help anyway.
Just looking at what reasonable adjustments people would suggest in my situation or even other adjustments they have had proposed for you in other jobs?
Thanks

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Hello, Mayor Larson,
I would like to start off by saying I can't believe I'm writing this letter as I sit in my Duluth AirBnB. I am a former Duluth resident, and I've been a seasonal visitor for the last 20 years. I always tell everyone how beautiful Duluth is and how its location on the hill and lake makes it a magical place to be. It's always been my favorite city; however, my visit over this last week has me questioning what Duluth has become. I noticed some unfortunate changes over the last few years, but 2023 feels like the year of true demise.
The amount of homeless people and addicts along the streets is horrifying. I was nervous just walking across Lake Avenue at Superior St. I also got stuck in traffic on E 3rd St between 3rd Ave E and 1st Ave E, and I was nervous about the local residents/transients loitering the street and boulevard; I keep checking to see if my car doors were locked. As a tourist, it's hard to feel safe in this kind of environment when there seems to be no police or community service officers present.
I recently purchased a new vehicle, and this vacation to Duluth was my first road trip with it. I am absolutely disgusted by the road conditions here. The size and depth of the potholes is abhorrent. They are essentially craters. There have been several times that I worried about the damage being done to my car just by driving down most streets here. Today I thought I popped a tire on the western part of Skyline Parkway. Yesterday I saw workers patching minor cracks in Canal Park, yet I know there are more dangerous cracks and holes that should be prioritized. One example would be on 21st Ave E at London Rd. going up the hill, and another example would be 2nd Ave E between E 4th St and E 7th St. I am curious how all the first-time tourists coming for Grandma's weekend will feel about the road conditions here. I also worry about children riding their bikes through their neighborhoods; it feels like accidents waiting to happen.
Two years ago I told a friend about how awesome UMD is (where I went to school nearly 25 years ago), so she took her high school senior on a summer visit. She told me they didn't feel safe in Duluth (they stayed downtown) and that it felt dirty and unkempt, and I brushed it off like they didn't know what they were talking about. Now I am embarrassed that I didn't take them seriously as I have experienced some of the things she complained about. I am left wondering how this happened to my favorite city.
All in all, I know solving these problems comes down to priorities, funding, resources, and staffing. I just don't understand how or why Duluth struggles so much more than any other mid-sized upper Midwest city. Where is the funding going? What are the city's priorities? Does Duluth have a timeline, map, or flowchart for when and where it will address people's concerns? How can locals and visitors see when and where improvements are planned? Without knowing if or when positive changes will be made, it's hard to justify spending money on pricey AirBnBs or hotels to be somewhere that has deteriorated so much so quickly.
I know I'm just the voice of one person, but I know my experiences, feelings, and questions are shared by many. I spent the afternoon scanning social media pages and news articles about the state of the city. Perhaps it's an appropriate time for leadership to take responsibility for what's happened, offer a public apology for the collapse of core city services, and be accountable for affecting the much-needed positive changes going forward.
Regards, XXX

I get a bonus soon and it’s PC time.
I’m OCD so I got lists of mods somewhere with everything I want from a playthru without over taxing the engine or PC.
Surely we could gain some positive relationships by executing a High King after seizing all his castles and Cities. I don’t know which mods I want to use.
Bannerkings and Fourberie are very tempting however in my experience with Skyrim and fallout, conversion overhaul mods are tough. You don’t want a lot and your load order needs to be competent. I’m gonna focus on mods that improve the vanilla game or fill in vanilla blank spots where mechanics are missing but could be implemented. I like the idea of quests coming to me as I progress thru the tiers. In any game this seems optimal. What kind of narcisstic Lancelot has to seek out his own quests for glory and honor? Besides would that not make one look false or vain?
Share your 20 mod load orders, sound off. GO!
PC PLANS which intend to be dressed to the i9 and with 4080 atleast. 32 gigs at least. Water cooled plus fan big tower. 1tb solid state (I have a laptop. This is game content creation only for now) 34-41 inch wide screen. HDR would be a plus cuz astigmatism is a big minus but high res helps.