Niagara-on-the-Lake es un pequeño pueblo en la boca del río de Niagara. Es solo 12 millas al norte de cataratas del Niágara. Solía a ser la verdad que poco turísticos se molestaría en viajar de cataratas a Niagara-on-the-Lake. Actualmente, sin embargo, un pequeño pueblo en sí es un gran atracción turística.
El pueblo tiene una historia destacable. La área jugó una parte importante en la guerra de revolución estadounidense y la guerra de 1812. Como resultado el pequeño pueblo tiene dos fuertes, el fuerte George y el fuerte Missisauga. Cuando Fort George fue reconstruido para la publica en los años 1930, Niagara-on-the-Lake recibió su primera gran atracción turística.
Debido a que Niagara-on-the-Lake fue la primera capital de Ontario, tiene muchos "primeros" significativos. Aquí había el premier parlamento de la provincia, la primera sociedad legal, la primera biblioteca, el primer periódico, el primer edificio del museo y muchos más "primeros".

Here's my tune, for what it's worth. Honestly, after doing this course for a couple hours, I think I agree with Boris that the tune settings don't make as much difference as getting the right lines and being careful with throttle control. I miss the rear aero (it makes this thing much less slidey), but it just doesn't have enough speed otherwise. Someone take this build and show me how it's done :P
My best time so far is a 2:31.250. It can definitely go faster, as some guy named yama has a 2:28 with the FJ40 on the leaderboards. Dunno what build/tune he used, though...

1979 Toyota FJ40 - C 600

Stats
Weight	3284 lbs
Balance	53%
HP	563
Torque	522 lb-ft
Top Speed	156.5 mph
0-60	5.216s
0-100	8.017s

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Build

Conversions
Engine	6.2 V8
Drivetrain	Stock
Aspiration	Centrifugal Supercharger
Body Kit	Stock

Engine
Intake	Stock
Fuel System	Stock
Ignition	Stock
Exhaust	Race
Camshaft	Stock
Valves	Stock
Displacement	Stock
Pistons	Stock
Centrifugal Supercharger	Stock
Intercooler	Stock
Oil Cooling	Sport
Flywheel	Stock

Platform And Handling
Brakes	Stock
Springs	Rally
Front Arb	Race
Rear Arb	Race
Chassis Reinforcement	Stock
Weight Reduction	Stock

Drivetrain
Clutch	Stock
Transmission	Race Seven Speed
Driveline	Race
Differential	Race

Tires And Rims
Compound	Stock
Tire Width	Front 215 mm, Rear 245 mm
Rim Style	Stock Compomotive ML
Rim Size	Front 15 in, Rear 17 in
Track Width	Front Stock, Rear Stock

Aero and Appearance
Front Bumper	Stock
Rear Bumper	N/A
Rear Wing	Removed
Side Skirts	Street
Hood	Street

Tune

Tires	bar	psi
Front	1.59	23.0
Rear	1.52	22.0

Gears	Ratio
Final Drive	3.66
1st	4.15
2nd	2.69
3rd	1.90
4th	1.42
5th	1.09
6th	0.88
7th	0.72

Alignment	Camber	Toe	Caster
Front	-0.5°	0.1°	7.0°
Rear	-0.5°	0.0°

ARBs
Front	12.0
Rear	16.0

Springs	kgf/mm	lbs/in	n/mm
Front	46.4	260.0	455.3
Rear	43.0	241.0	422.1

Ride Height	cm	in
Front	42.9	16.9
Rear	42.9	16.9

Damping	Rebound	Bump
Front	8.4	2.4
Rear	7.0	2.3

Aero	kgf	lb
Not Applicable

Brakes	%
Balance	50%
Pressure	100%

Differential	Accel	Decel
Front	80%	0%
Rear	100%	20%
Center	65%

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Solita storia Classic shit, Chiamata da cellulare a caso, voce registrata che dice cose senza senso “gentile cliente visti i rincari delle materie prime la sua attuale tariffa non può più essere garantita ecc ecc” Decido di parlare con un operatore, per divertirmi un po’.
In pratica in maniera molto aggressiva e sempre borderline mi invitano a cambiare operatore per le mie forniture con diverse tattiche molto molto astute da truffatore 4.0
Ovviamente e per fortuna i dati in loro possesso sono limitati, ma ne hanno, quindi caderci è un attimo.
Divertente è dichiarare notizie false e vedere come ci cadono loro al volo(sa, sono con COMPAGNIAXX ora e non sono così contento) E spesso apro contratti con numeri cliente sbagliati, iban inesistenti ecc, giusto per fargli girare il cazzo e perdere tempo.
Per ora ho visto che le compagnie che si appoggiano a questo tipo di call center sono le classiche che hanno anche un comportamento aziendale discutibile, ma probabilmente non si appoggiano neanche direttamente, magari non hanno neanche un vero e proprio contratto di mandato con il suddetto call center.
Detto questo
Come posso colpire in qualche modo il call center fraudolento? Il numero che hanno utilizzato, sarà registrato a qualcuno, C’è un ente che fa realmente qualcosa? Avete altri suggerimenti divertenti?
Dai non ci crede nessuno che la postale raccolga seriamente questo tipo di segnalazione
E no, il pubblico registro degli amici del bosco è inutile. E non rispondere è inutile2, vorrei delle idee nuove!

My son will be 4 on Halloween this year, and maybe because his last two birthdays have been Halloween centered, he loves “scary” things. Specifically zombies, monsters, haunted houses, and all that stuff.
The problem I am having is he doesn’t like stuff that isn’t “scary enough”. There’s tons of YouTube videos out there for Halloween, but almost all animation he is dismissive of because it’s not scary for him. I really don’t to be showing him adult horror movies yet either.
He loves the feeling of being scared, which then we build a little bed fort, hide, and peak out at certain times. Hoping you dads might know of some good content we could try because it’s getting harder to find! Also try to stay away from all the toy videos as he thinks he can ask for anything and get it now.
Thanks!

AITA because I keep avoiding my sister-in-law and brother-in-law all the time because they stress me out. I male 25 years old living in a suburban neighborhood with my two boyfriends and their siblings. The future brother-in-law and sister-in-law annoy me so deeply. They complain about the smallest things then I got tired of it & snapped at them. I first tried apologizing for being snappy towards them because I felt annoyed but they said they don’t “accept apologies.” I view them as spoiled princesses because my boyfriend helps with their rent expenses and they just act entitled to how they want the house to be. So later down the line, I do my usual thing of running on the treadmill in the mornings in the garage & they complain about that being too loud even tho it’s in the garage. So that treadmill was moved outside & my friend who owns the house knows I borrowed it from them. My friend got upset with me and told me why I moved their treadmill outside I told them the reason and they took it back. They would complain about me cleaning too, the thing is I have to keep this house clean constantly due to its contract. I promise I would keep it clean all the time. They complain that I use strong cleaner solutions & I’m nosy about it. You know I wouldn’t need to sweep or mop or disinfect as much if you guys didn’t wear your shoes in the house or would sweep & wipe down after eating or cooking. Then, they want my boyfriend to break up with me because I’m polyamorous. They think I treat my other partner better than the one they are related to. They don’t know what happens in the relationship and tried to intervene with my love life & only see the surface of my relationship. They just assume. My boyfriend wants to marry me and this stresses him out when they talk to him about this. They are so self-centered and think their way is right all the time and it drives me crazy. I can’t stand when they play the victim too. I know they tell the other family members about my everyday normal actions & play it off like I'm the problem. I will admit I did them wrong in my social media venting posts & I own up to that. But the fact they won't own up to their problems is outstanding. My boyfriend wants me to talk to them but I refuse to talk to them because I have no interest in people who want to put my life on pause for their way of life and who constantly complain a lot about everything in life. I just don’t want to waste my time with people who want to break my relationship of 5 years. I won’t leave the house because I’m the main leaseholder and without me, my friend/boss renting it out would kick everyone out if I left that home. She only trusts me to take care of the house. I feel trapped because of guilt & I am always on my guard around them all the time because I don’t trust them. I will always give them the cold shoulder because they are exhausting and mentally draining. AITA? I honestly don’t know.

This story needs to be told. Those who have suffered must understand why. It’s not as simple as some have made it to be, which is why it needs to come from the person most responsible… me.
It began when I was least expecting it. But then don’t things always seem to happen that way?
***
“I’m tellin' ya, doc, people just don’t understand,” Frederick said while rocking back and forth in the chair.
“What exactly don’t they understand?” I said, trying to look more relaxed than I felt.
“There’s just something that takes over. You can’t stop it.”
“Impulse control?”
“What’s that mean?” Frederick said, struggling against his straight jacket, trying to get comfortable.
“It means that when you want to do something, you try your hardest not to. It means you try to control or suppress the urge to do things you know are bad.”
Frederick’s mouth lolled open. He narrowed his eyes in confusion.
“Why would I want to do that?”
I suppressed the urge to sigh.
“Because that’s what people do,” I said. “They think about doing bad things, but then they control themselves and don’t do them because those things are wrong and could hurt other people.”
“Hurting people is wrong?” he said.
“Yes, Frederick, hurting people is wrong.”
He shook his head as if he were trying to shake away a fly that was annoying him.
“Why?”
“Why is hurting people wrong?”
“No, why are you telling me this?”
“I don’t understand.”
“You’re saying I’m bad,” he said trying to rise from his chair. “You’re saying I didn’t need to hurt those people. That I’m a bad person.”
I got up from my chair and started backing toward the heavy metal door.
“I’m not bad!” he yelled at me. “You’re bad!”
I knocked on the door and the orderly opened it as Frederick got to his feet.
I slipped through the door as it slammed shut from the impact of his body slamming into it.
“Bad, bad, bad,” he screamed.
“Badbadbadbadbadbadbadbad!”
Spit flew from his mouth landing on the small observation window with metal grates embedded in it.
“You ok, doc,” the orderly said, startling me.
“Yes, I’m fine, thank you.”
I turned and walked down the white hallway, hoping the orderly wouldn’t notice the quickness in my step. I ignored the sound of Frederick beating on the door. I ignored all the sounds I heard. I just wanted to get away.
It was a long walk to my office, through many security gates. At each one, the nurse buzzed me through and gave me an acknowledging look that used to be a smile.
I suppose this place gets to everyone eventually.
I finally reached my office, closed and locked the door behind me, and collapsed into my chair. I breathed out a sigh of relief at reaching relative safety. I turned and looked out my window to the beautiful flowers blooming on the trees in the courtyard. I looked up at the tree stretching toward the sky.
I remember when they planted those.
I turned back to my center, my means of solace, the only thing that mattered in this cruel, unfair world. I picked up the picture of my lovely wife and smiled. She was the one who kept me sane all these years. She kept me seeing the best in people. Or at least trying. Sometimes there was no good to see—especially in my patients.
It takes a special kind of doctor to care for the mental needs of those who have done heinous things that are so bad they don’t even bother sending them to prison. They send them to me.
I’m like the dumpster for the dregs of society. Just drop them in the asylum and forget about them.
I kissed my wife and set her back on the bare desk, then turned on my computer and added notes from today’s session. There was never a recommendation for release. Once patients came here the only way they left was in a body bag. There was no curing them, only trying to make them docile until they left.
Oh, there were experiments. That was a large part of how we were funded. Companies would pay for certain tests to be done. Some might call it torture, but we called it research.
I finished typing my notes and leaned back in my seat. The diplomas and degrees stared down from their perches on the bare walls, mocking me. Demanding why I hadn’t gotten a better job.
As usual, I didn’t have an answer.
My office suddenly felt stuffy. I closed down my computer and left. Driving down the packed freeway, all I could think about was collapsing on the couch beside my lovely Elizabeth. Not telling her about my day until she dragged it out of me, then listening to her encourage me to help those who have been left in my care, because I’m the only hope they have.
Traffic was bumper to bumper and not helping my overall opinion of humanity much. Especially when a car that was swerving from lane to lane, nearly sideswiped me. It kept going on in front of me, nearly hitting several other cars.
The driver and passenger seemed to be having a disagreement about how to drive the car and it looked like it was about to come to blows.
Fortunately, they were soon out of sight, and someone else’s problem.
For the next few miles, I kept watching the side of the road waiting to see the offending car sitting in a ditch. However, they surprised me. They must’ve turned off to go terrorize some neighborhood streets with their reckless driving.
I hummed to myself, not wanting to have whatever dreck was on the radio forced on me.
When I was nearly to my exit, my phone rang. I immediately recognized the number as work. I contemplated answering it for a moment, then thought better of it. There had never been a time when work called with good news. And I was in no mood for bad news.
I hummed a little louder, trying to drown out the sound of the ring before it finally stopped.
The closer I got to home the less I thought about work and the more I thought about Elizabeth. Until I turned off at my exit, I had nearly forgotten work altogether. Maybe I would take tomorrow off and go do something with my wife. We hadn’t been out for a while. The weather had been lovely and I know she would adore a walk down by the lake.
My thoughts were interrupted when I turned down our driveway and saw a car in front of the house. It wasn’t quite in the driveway, it was sitting at an angle halfway in the front yard.
I parked my car and slowly got out. Something struck me about this car, but I hadn’t figured out what. I approached the driver’s side to have words with the person still sitting at the wheel.
“Excuse me,” I said staying a few steps back from the driver’s door.
He didn’t answer me.
“Excuse me,” I said a little louder.
Still no answer.
I tapped on the window and he ignored me.
I opened the door.
“Okay, look… “ I said.
But it was I who would do the looking. The man fell out of the car, thudding on the grass. The inside of the car was covered in blood. I looked down and the man’s throat had been cut.
“Oh my God!” I said jumping back.
I watched to see if the man was breathing, but the way his neck was bent at an unnatural angle against my yard told me everything I needed to know.
I glanced through the car but didn’t see the passenger.
It was then my eyes drifted to my front door.
It was open.
I stepped through the shrubs and up onto the porch, walking in a daze. The surrealness of the moment had yet to sink in. I was going inside to check on my wife and make sure everything was ok.
It didn’t strike me as anything more than that.
‘Oh, she just left the door open, that’s all.’
My mind kept trying to tell me that. I wanted desperately to believe it. Even though she had never been that careless during the entire time we’d been married. I had pushed aside all reason and common sense in favor of pure denial.
Everything was going to be ok. With Elizabeth, everything was always ok. She could literally light up a room with her positivity. She was the best person I ever knew. I have no idea how I got so lucky as to know her, let alone be her husband.
I floated in through my front door on my cloud of denial and looked for my wife.
It didn’t take me long to find her.
There was one wall of the living room she was constantly redecorating. She always said it looked bare and empty no matter what she did with it.
She was hanging from that wall, naked, her beautiful body desecrated by slices and rips. Her throat had been slit and blood still poured from it.
I ran to her.
Tried to take her down.
Screamed her name.
And then it was my turn to scream.
I looked down and saw a knife blade sticking out from my abdomen. It was part of the cutlery set I had gotten for Elizabeth three Christmases ago.
I screamed as I slowly turned to face my attacker.
“What’s up, doc?” Frederick said wearing a maniacal grin.
The shock had punched a hole in my reasoning. I saw him standing there, but I couldn’t accept it any more than I could accept my beautiful wife strung up like a macabre painting hanging on our living room wall.
My eyes tried to focus on his face. To make me recognize him as a threat.
“How’s that impulse control workin’ for ya, doc?”
He ripped the knife out of my back.
The pain, along with his arrogance woke me from my shock-induced stupor.
“Now do you understand?” he said, as he shoved the knife into my belly.
I did understand. I understood at that moment that I was already as dead as my wife. I knew that this piece of human garbage had taken something beautiful from this world. I knew I had to do something about it before there was nothing I could do. Before my body succumbed to injuries and I was unable.
I grabbed him by the throat. He tried to laugh, but my grip was fueled by desperation.
He tried to free himself but couldn’t. He began stabbing me over and over. I refused to release him. I carried him by his neck over to the kitchen counter and began bashing his head off the marble.
I was rewarded with spots of his blood. I knew at least I had made him bleed and that made me smile. His eyes grew wide as my grin grew maniacal. I smashed him repeatedly, crushing him against the sink, breaking the faucet, and causing water to spray into the air.
His eyelids fluttered as he lost his grip on the knife.
He was nearly gone. I would take him with me and that would be my parting gift to the world, removing something so evil.
Suddenly, my body wouldn’t obey commands. My grip loosened. I tried to tighten it, but I had lost all control. I looked down and I was standing in a pool of my own blood.
His eyes fluttered open and he coughed.
‘Nonononononono!’ I thought. ‘He can’t live. He can’t win. I had him.’
He stood as I sank to the floor.
“Looks like maybe you do understand, doc,” he said from what seemed like miles away. “Too bad you won’t be around to discuss it. We could have a session and evaluate how it makes you feel.”
His foot came down on my spine. I felt a crack. He started kicking me in the side repeatedly. Splashing water and blood on me as I felt my ribs crack.
I fought with everything I had.
My body didn’t even twitch.
‘Nooooo!,’ I screamed. ‘It can’t end like this.’
I heard a sizzling sound and then there was darkness.
***
I could feel movement.
Wasn’t I dead?
Was this what happened after?
It was still dark.
‘Hello?’ I tried to say.
Nothing. Just the sensation of movement.
Am I in a body bag? Am I on my way to the morgue or the grave? Please don’t let me be buried alive.
But I’m not alive, am I?
I don’t feel any pain. That’s a good thing, but not a good sign. The last thing I remember was lots of pain.
Suddenly there’s light and my movement stops.
I look up from the floor of a house I don’t recognize.
‘Where the hell am I?’
I’m on the floor next to a wall, looking up at an electrical outlet. Nothing around me seems familiar. I try to stand but it feels weird. It isn’t difficult, and there’s still no pain, it just carries an odd sensation with it. Like my body is just relearning things. Just like when I was a toddler. I teeter back and forth as I rise, but eventually, I’m upright.
My first few steps are tentative, but after that, I gain confidence with each stride.
Aside from the strange surroundings, there’s a sensation, like ants crawling all over me.
I pass a bathroom and glance inside. The reflection in the mirror draws me back. I slowly approach it, seeing something unique and terrifying.
It looks like someone drew an outline of a human form using a lightning bolt. The electricity shimmers and crackles as it races around the empty form of the being.
I wonder if it will hurt me.
Not sure if I want to test the limits of my newfound lack of pain, I hesitantly reach for this creature. It reaches for me at the same time. I’m mesmerized by this mutual curiosity.
My hand is about to touch the electric pulse shaped like its hand. I tremble with anticipation and fear as we touch.
Surprisingly, I don’t feel any pain. I don’t feel anything except a hard surface.
I move my hand back and forth. The creature does the same. I make quicker movements, and so does it.
Finally, out of frustration, I reach back and strike at the creature.
My hand strikes the hard surface and it splinters. There are now multiple creatures staring back at me.
I step back and come to the horrible realization.
I am the creature.
***
One month later…
“And police have been unable to find any credible leads in the string of brutal killings that began shortly after the patient escaped from the mental hospital last month,” the handsome anchorman stated from behind his desk. “They are asking people to call in if they know the whereabouts of Frederick Winston, now known as, ‘The Mangler’.”
“In other news, the Larsan Electric Company has issued a statement that the recent power surges are no cause for alarm. These surges seem to be random in people's homes and certain businesses. An LEC spokesman stated that there appears to be no pattern to the surges and that so far no one has reported them causing any harm. LEC is tracking down the problem and should have it under control soon.”
The anchorman shifted in his seat and turned to another camera.
“And on a lighter note, with Halloween months away, it seems that reports of ghosts are on the rise,” he said, wearing a half grin. “Several area residents have reported what they call a ghostlike figure, outlined in light, visiting them. Reports vary as to the duration and location of the visits, but they do seem to have a few things in common. The visits are usually short. In fact, most people say that if they blink the figure is gone. No one has reported the ghost doing any harm. And it seems like anyone within close proximity feels a tingling sensation and their hair standing on end.”
“Maybe I should be visited instead of my next hairdresser’s appointment,” the attractive woman anchor said with a laugh.
“Schedule me a visit too,” the male anchor said smiling. “And that’s our news for the evening, good night.”
Jimmy switched the channel.
“Gimme a break,” he said to the TV. “Ghosts? Who’s playing what? This’s some marketing scheme to sell Halloween crap. Like that stunt they pulled a few years back with the clowns hanging around the schools to promote that stupid movie.”
He switched off the TV and rolled over in his bed.
It wasn’t long before his breathing slowed. But before sleep could take him, he noticed a glow in the hallway. He didn’t remember leaving any lights on when he came to bed. Living alone had its advantages. If he heard someone in his apartment, he knew they weren’t supposed to be there. He slowly reached over to the bedstand and pulled out his Glock 9mm handgun, then held it close and listened.
He watched as the glow moved. It seemed like someone was looking around. But for what? He didn’t really have anything aside from his TV, phone, and video games. If anyone wanted those, they would be in a world of hurt. He had been lucky to get this apartment. If he was honest with himself, it cost more than he could afford, but when he had the chance he took it. It was too bad the opening came because the person who lived there before him was one of The Mangler’s victims. That’s probably why he was able to rent the place so quickly and get the price down to where he could almost afford it.
Maybe the glow was one of the street people who were stupid enough to see if there was an empty apartment to claim. That wasn’t gonna fly either. Jimmy had jumped on this apartment to get away from the dingy rat hole he used live in on the other side of town. And there was no way he’d let some bum come in here and take what was his.
The glow crept closer. He could feel the hairs on his arms raise. There was a sound too. It wasn’t loud, almost felt more than heard. A soft crackle, like electricity when it sparked.
The sensory input was almost too much for Jimmy to take. He pointed the gun in the direction of the glow and saw the barrel was shaking. His resolve, that he could deal with anyone as long as he had his gun, was beginning to fade.
The glow became so bright that it finally took form.
Jimmy’s eyes widened. It was the form of a person, just like the news had said.
It seemed to look around the room, then settle its gaze on the bed. Jimmy began to sweat as it approached and stared into his eyes.
It was the oddest thing, staring into what should be eyes, but nothing was there. The flashes of mini lightning bolts formed shapes that looked almost human, but it was just an outline, there was nothing inside what should be the body.
He shoved the shaking gun out from under the blanket and pointed it at the glowing figure.
The figure noted the presence of the gun, then continued to advance.
“S… stop,” Jimmy said. “I’m w… warning you.”
The figure ignored the warning.
Jimmy squeezed the trigger, setting off a deafening shot that went right through the face of the figure.
It acted as though nothing had happened, continuing to advance. The ringing in Jimmy’s ears made all sound seem muffled.
The figure stopped two inches from Jimmy’s face.
“Mangler… “ it said, sounding less like a voice and more like a transmission over an old staticky radio.
“I… I’m not the Mangler,” he said. “The person who used to live here was killed by him.”
It seemed to ponder this for a moment.
“Find Mangler… “ it said.
“I d… don’t know where to find him.”
It moved an inch closer. As the flashes of electricity arced, licked hungrily at Jimmy’s face.
“Find… him… “
“Ok, ok, I’ll find him,” Jimmy said, feeling the heat from the electricity.
The figure seemed to consider that for a moment then backed away. It moved toward the bedroom wall. Then, like someone had turned on a vacuum, it was sucked into an electrical outlet and disappeared.
Jimmy laid back in bed, breathing hard. His eyes darted left and right all around the room. But the only evidence of the figure that remained was the bullet hole in his bedroom wall.
***
The trips through the electrical conduits had become easier. There were still times when I came out someplace I didn’t intend to, but I was usually able to recover quickly and get to where I wanted to go.
But where did I want to go? At first, I wandered around, lost in this new form I found myself trapped inside. It was only after I had overheard a news report about the serial killer they called The Mangler that I gained my purpose.
Of course, Frederick was going to keep killing. Of course, they weren’t going to be able to catch him. He’d been inside away from his victims before and he didn’t like it. Not being able to torture and kill innocents was like a normal person not being able to breathe. Not that I know much about normal or breathing anymore.
I suppose on some level I should thank him. I thought about it for a long time and the only thing that makes any kind of sense is when we were fighting, somehow the water and blood I was laying in got splashed into the electrical socket. Instead of killing me, it bonded with me, making me able to become the electrical current. To ride it like a wave to wherever I wanted.
I became faster than any person ever was. And yet, I wasn’t a person anymore. I have no idea how I retained my consciousness, let alone my memory. But somehow…
I justify it by the old adage, ‘I think therefore I am.’
My life has become an endless hunt for the person who destroyed me, the person I must destroy. I don’t even know what I’ll do when I find him. But I will find him. I will stop him. This time, I won’t fail. I’ll end him like I should’ve before.
I owe it to the people he’s tortured and killed since my failure. Most of all, I owe it to my wife. I know she wouldn’t approve of my bloodlust. She would say there must be some other option. But if she would be able to see her dead body hanging naked from our living room wall, I think she just might change her mind.
My thoughts are interrupted as I arrive at my next destination, another victim’s house. I’m not sure what I’ll find that the police haven’t, but I have to try. Maybe I can pick up his scent somehow. A plan almost assuredly doomed to failure since I lost all sense of smell in the transformation.
I’m surprised though that I can still see and hear. I suppose waves of light and sound somehow intersect with my electrical body and it senses them. I don’t question it. I’ve learned to just go with it.
On the plus side, I don’t have to worry about eating, drinking, or using the bathroom. I guess there’s an upside to everything. Elizabeth would be so proud of me.
I arrive at the room where the victim was murdered. Looking around there’s still blood everywhere, along with evidence markers where they took pictures.
The sheer amount of blood tells me he took his time. He desecrated this girl in her own room. Her parents must’ve been out because there’s no way they didn’t hear the struggle. There were books on the floor, a chair overturned, and blood everywhere. The room was a disaster. It looked like she fought him. I wish she would’ve succeeded where I had failed.
But then, I wish I hadn’t failed, and this girl was still alive.
There’s nothing I can do now except find him and end him.
Finding him was proving more difficult than I thought. I had unlimited access to anywhere with electricity, but I couldn’t use a computer or a GPS. I was limited to transportation only through electricity. Granted that still made me the fastest being alive. I say being because I don’t think I qualify as human anymore. But I was limited to traveling to a place and then trying to find out where I was and if he was there.
If he knew I was searching for him all he would have to do is live the rest of his days in a cabin in the woods with no electricity. I’d never be able to reach him.
I believe two things worked in my favor with that theory.
First, I don’t think he’s that smart, and second, I don’t think he knows I’m looking for him. I believe that surviving our fight only further empowered him to kill. When someone feels invincible, they’re bound to make a mistake.
An officer walked into the room and I ducked back into an outlet. I was able to hang on where I was and watch from inside the outlet without being transported somewhere else.
The officer looked startled and stared at the empty air that I had just vacated. She looked like she was unsure if she trusted what her eyes had seen in the instant before I vanished.
She slowly stepped over to the corner and bent down to peer into the outlet. For a moment I wondered if she could see me, and what exactly she would see. But then her radio squawked calling her to another scene. When I heard the voice on the radio say the address and that they might have the killer cornered, I didn’t waste any time.
It was maybe fifteen seconds until I was across town at the address I’d heard. There was a lot of screaming and crying going on. I came out of the outlet and saw blood on the floor beside a body that wasn’t moving.
There was a girl being beaten by a man with his back to me. He turned to take another swing and I knew my search was over.
“My psychiatrist used to tell me I needed to work on my impulse control,” he said calmly as he slapped her. “I think I’m doing pretty good. I’ve been here ten whole minutes and you’re still alive.”
I shot across the room and knocked him to the floor. He jumped back up and looked around for what had hit him.
“What the hell?”
I saw the fear in his eyes when he saw me. I know Elizabeth would’ve been ashamed, of me, but I was enjoying his anxiety. After all he had done to me and so many others, I drank it in like an elixir.
He started edging toward the door. I was there in a heartbeat. His eyes darted back and forth between where I used to be and where I now stood. The panic in his eyes doubled.
I wanted to make him suffer, but I didn’t want to make the same mistake I’d made before and let him escape with his life.
I lashed out with a bolt that used to be my arm. The energy slashed through his shirt and fried a hole in his shoulder.
He screamed in pain and horror as he looked at the smoking hole in his skin. He tried to run but in an instant, I was there in front of him firing another bolt and searing the skin across his waist to his jeans.
His screams of pain and rage were only matched by the feral desperation in his eyes.
Not knowing what do to, he went with the familiar. Attack the innocent. He grabbed the girl who had been crawling away from the scene.
He grabbed her again and held her in front of him like a human shield.
What a waste of skin.
I fired a bolt into a ceiling light beside me which ricocheted and hit him full force in the leg, nearly severing it.
He went down like a ton of bricks, trying to hold on to his hostage, but she was fighting to get away from him. She broke free and he crumpled to the floor.
“What do you want?” he screamed at me.
With everything that is within me, I wanted to tell him who I was, what he had taken from me, and what I was about to take from him.
But I didn’t want to give the satisfaction. I wanted to give him only uncertainty and fear to cling to.
I could feel the seconds ticking away. I knew I had to make the most of this opportunity or he would get away again. And after this, I might never find him.
I unleashed every ounce of energy at him. I couldn’t even see him, he was only a smoking pillar of frying skin.
Just then, the police burst through the door.
“FREE… “ the first officer started then the shock of what he was seeing stole the rest of the word from his mouth.
He stood there, mouth agape when the female officer stepped in behind him. She looked at me and her wide eyes narrowed as she put two and two together and recognized me from the last crime scene.
I had no reason to fear. I didn’t know if I could even be harmed in my current state. But when you see that blue uniform burst through a door with a gun aimed at you, all rational thought takes a vacation.
I dove for the outlet and was gone. I didn’t even care where I was going. I knew I had done what I wanted to. The monster was destroyed.
Something felt different. Was it pride at finishing my crusade? Was it shame knowing Elizabeth wouldn’t have wanted me to do it?
I don’t know but there was something else. It was like there was added weight to my existence. I guess you can have a conscious in whatever you’d call this existence.
I appeared in the place that made the most sense, ironically. It was my old home. The one where everything I loved died, including me. It was where I took on this unintended new existence.
Is that why I felt this extra weight? Was it some cathartic aftereffect of my search for revenge that was finally over?
I looked around the charred debris of what used to be my home. In my mind's eye, I didn’t see the burned-out shell of what was left. I saw it as it was when we first moved in. When Elizabeth and I started decorating. When the interior was finally finished and I turned to her and said, “For now.” Knowing she would decide to change everything at some time in the future when she was bored, just like all women seem to do.
I remember getting a paintbrush across the mouth for that comment. I smiled remembering kissing her with my freshly painted mouth and ending up in the bedroom.
As I turned toward where I’d entered the house, my smile quickly faded. For some reason, I was still connected to the outlet. That had never happened before.
Another curiosity arose when I noticed the color of my electrical body was now tinged purple. It had always been blue before.
The tail of what had yet to come out of the outlet was red. As I pulled and it came the rest of the way out, it merged with me and turned purple.
“What the hell?” I heard someone say.
I whipped around but no one was there.
“Where am I?” the voice said.
“Who are you?” I said to the air.
There was a long silence.
“Doc?” the voice said.
As far as I knew it wasn’t possible for my spine to turn to ice, since I no longer had a spine, but the feeling seemed the same.
“Frederick?” I said.
“What happened?” he said. “This crazy electric thing attacked me and now… wait a minute. How am I talking to you? You died months ago.”
My shock gave way to utter despair. My enemy was now part of me.

This story needs to be told. Those who have suffered must understand why. It’s not as simple as some have made it to be, which is why it needs to come from the person most responsible… me.
It began when I was least expecting it. But then don’t things always seem to happen that way?
***
“I’m tellin' ya, doc, people just don’t understand,” Frederick said while rocking back and forth in the chair.
“What exactly don’t they understand?” I said, trying to look more relaxed than I felt.
“There’s just something that takes over. You can’t stop it.”
“Impulse control?”
“What’s that mean?” Frederick said, struggling against his straight jacket, trying to get comfortable.
“It means that when you want to do something, you try your hardest not to. It means you try to control or suppress the urge to do things you know are bad.”
Frederick’s mouth lolled open. He narrowed his eyes in confusion.
“Why would I want to do that?”
I suppressed the urge to sigh.
“Because that’s what people do,” I said. “They think about doing bad things, but then they control themselves and don’t do them because those things are wrong and could hurt other people.”
“Hurting people is wrong?” he said.
“Yes, Frederick, hurting people is wrong.”
He shook his head as if he were trying to shake away a fly that was annoying him.
“Why?”
“Why is hurting people wrong?”
“No, why are you telling me this?”
“I don’t understand.”
“You’re saying I’m bad,” he said trying to rise from his chair. “You’re saying I didn’t need to hurt those people. That I’m a bad person.”
I got up from my chair and started backing toward the heavy metal door.
“I’m not bad!” he yelled at me. “You’re bad!”
I knocked on the door and the orderly opened it as Frederick got to his feet.
I slipped through the door as it slammed shut from the impact of his body slamming into it.
“Bad, bad, bad,” he screamed.
“Badbadbadbadbadbadbadbad!”
Spit flew from his mouth landing on the small observation window with metal grates embedded in it.
“You ok, doc,” the orderly said, startling me.
“Yes, I’m fine, thank you.”
I turned and walked down the white hallway, hoping the orderly wouldn’t notice the quickness in my step. I ignored the sound of Frederick beating on the door. I ignored all the sounds I heard. I just wanted to get away.
It was a long walk to my office, through many security gates. At each one, the nurse buzzed me through and gave me an acknowledging look that used to be a smile.
I suppose this place gets to everyone eventually.
I finally reached my office, closed and locked the door behind me, and collapsed into my chair. I breathed out a sigh of relief at reaching relative safety. I turned and looked out my window to the beautiful flowers blooming on the trees in the courtyard. I looked up at the tree stretching toward the sky.
I remember when they planted those.
I turned back to my center, my means of solace, the only thing that mattered in this cruel, unfair world. I picked up the picture of my lovely wife and smiled. She was the one who kept me sane all these years. She kept me seeing the best in people. Or at least trying. Sometimes there was no good to see—especially in my patients.
It takes a special kind of doctor to care for the mental needs of those who have done heinous things that are so bad they don’t even bother sending them to prison. They send them to me.
I’m like the dumpster for the dregs of society. Just drop them in the asylum and forget about them.
I kissed my wife and set her back on the bare desk, then turned on my computer and added notes from today’s session. There was never a recommendation for release. Once patients came here the only way they left was in a body bag. There was no curing them, only trying to make them docile until they left.
Oh, there were experiments. That was a large part of how we were funded. Companies would pay for certain tests to be done. Some might call it torture, but we called it research.
I finished typing my notes and leaned back in my seat. The diplomas and degrees stared down from their perches on the bare walls, mocking me. Demanding why I hadn’t gotten a better job.
As usual, I didn’t have an answer.
My office suddenly felt stuffy. I closed down my computer and left. Driving down the packed freeway, all I could think about was collapsing on the couch beside my lovely Elizabeth. Not telling her about my day until she dragged it out of me, then listening to her encourage me to help those who have been left in my care, because I’m the only hope they have.
Traffic was bumper to bumper and not helping my overall opinion of humanity much. Especially when a car that was swerving from lane to lane, nearly sideswiped me. It kept going on in front of me, nearly hitting several other cars.
The driver and passenger seemed to be having a disagreement about how to drive the car and it looked like it was about to come to blows.
Fortunately, they were soon out of sight, and someone else’s problem.
For the next few miles, I kept watching the side of the road waiting to see the offending car sitting in a ditch. However, they surprised me. They must’ve turned off to go terrorize some neighborhood streets with their reckless driving.
I hummed to myself, not wanting to have whatever dreck was on the radio forced on me.
When I was nearly to my exit, my phone rang. I immediately recognized the number as work. I contemplated answering it for a moment, then thought better of it. There had never been a time when work called with good news. And I was in no mood for bad news.
I hummed a little louder, trying to drown out the sound of the ring before it finally stopped.
The closer I got to home the less I thought about work and the more I thought about Elizabeth. Until I turned off at my exit, I had nearly forgotten work altogether. Maybe I would take tomorrow off and go do something with my wife. We hadn’t been out for a while. The weather had been lovely and I know she would adore a walk down by the lake.
My thoughts were interrupted when I turned down our driveway and saw a car in front of the house. It wasn’t quite in the driveway, it was sitting at an angle halfway in the front yard.
I parked my car and slowly got out. Something struck me about this car, but I hadn’t figured out what. I approached the driver’s side to have words with the person still sitting at the wheel.
“Excuse me,” I said staying a few steps back from the driver’s door.
He didn’t answer me.
“Excuse me,” I said a little louder.
Still no answer.
I tapped on the window and he ignored me.
I opened the door.
“Okay, look… “ I said.
But it was I who would do the looking. The man fell out of the car, thudding on the grass. The inside of the car was covered in blood. I looked down and the man’s throat had been cut.
“Oh my God!” I said jumping back.
I watched to see if the man was breathing, but the way his neck was bent at an unnatural angle against my yard told me everything I needed to know.
I glanced through the car but didn’t see the passenger.
It was then my eyes drifted to my front door.
It was open.
I stepped through the shrubs and up onto the porch, walking in a daze. The surrealness of the moment had yet to sink in. I was going inside to check on my wife and make sure everything was ok.
It didn’t strike me as anything more than that.
‘Oh, she just left the door open, that’s all.’
My mind kept trying to tell me that. I wanted desperately to believe it. Even though she had never been that careless during the entire time we’d been married. I had pushed aside all reason and common sense in favor of pure denial.
Everything was going to be ok. With Elizabeth, everything was always ok. She could literally light up a room with her positivity. She was the best person I ever knew. I have no idea how I got so lucky as to know her, let alone be her husband.
I floated in through my front door on my cloud of denial and looked for my wife.
It didn’t take me long to find her.
There was one wall of the living room she was constantly redecorating. She always said it looked bare and empty no matter what she did with it.
She was hanging from that wall, naked, her beautiful body desecrated by slices and rips. Her throat had been slit and blood still poured from it.
I ran to her.
Tried to take her down.
Screamed her name.
And then it was my turn to scream.
I looked down and saw a knife blade sticking out from my abdomen. It was part of the cutlery set I had gotten for Elizabeth three Christmases ago.
I screamed as I slowly turned to face my attacker.
“What’s up, doc?” Frederick said wearing a maniacal grin.
The shock had punched a hole in my reasoning. I saw him standing there, but I couldn’t accept it any more than I could accept my beautiful wife strung up like a macabre painting hanging on our living room wall.
My eyes tried to focus on his face. To make me recognize him as a threat.
“How’s that impulse control workin’ for ya, doc?”
He ripped the knife out of my back.
The pain, along with his arrogance woke me from my shock-induced stupor.
“Now do you understand?” he said, as he shoved the knife into my belly.
I did understand. I understood at that moment that I was already as dead as my wife. I knew that this piece of human garbage had taken something beautiful from this world. I knew I had to do something about it before there was nothing I could do. Before my body succumbed to injuries and I was unable.
I grabbed him by the throat. He tried to laugh, but my grip was fueled by desperation.
He tried to free himself but couldn’t. He began stabbing me over and over. I refused to release him. I carried him by his neck over to the kitchen counter and began bashing his head off the marble.
I was rewarded with spots of his blood. I knew at least I had made him bleed and that made me smile. His eyes grew wide as my grin grew maniacal. I smashed him repeatedly, crushing him against the sink, breaking the faucet, and causing water to spray into the air.
His eyelids fluttered as he lost his grip on the knife.
He was nearly gone. I would take him with me and that would be my parting gift to the world, removing something so evil.
Suddenly, my body wouldn’t obey commands. My grip loosened. I tried to tighten it, but I had lost all control. I looked down and I was standing in a pool of my own blood.
His eyes fluttered open and he coughed.
‘Nonononononono!’ I thought. ‘He can’t live. He can’t win. I had him.’
He stood as I sank to the floor.
“Looks like maybe you do understand, doc,” he said from what seemed like miles away. “Too bad you won’t be around to discuss it. We could have a session and evaluate how it makes you feel.”
His foot came down on my spine. I felt a crack. He started kicking me in the side repeatedly. Splashing water and blood on me as I felt my ribs crack.
I fought with everything I had.
My body didn’t even twitch.
‘Nooooo!,’ I screamed. ‘It can’t end like this.’
I heard a sizzling sound and then there was darkness.
***
I could feel movement.
Wasn’t I dead?
Was this what happened after?
It was still dark.
‘Hello?’ I tried to say.
Nothing. Just the sensation of movement.
Am I in a body bag? Am I on my way to the morgue or the grave? Please don’t let me be buried alive.
But I’m not alive, am I?
I don’t feel any pain. That’s a good thing, but not a good sign. The last thing I remember was lots of pain.
Suddenly there’s light and my movement stops.
I look up from the floor of a house I don’t recognize.
‘Where the hell am I?’
I’m on the floor next to a wall, looking up at an electrical outlet. Nothing around me seems familiar. I try to stand but it feels weird. It isn’t difficult, and there’s still no pain, it just carries an odd sensation with it. Like my body is just relearning things. Just like when I was a toddler. I teeter back and forth as I rise, but eventually, I’m upright.
My first few steps are tentative, but after that, I gain confidence with each stride.
Aside from the strange surroundings, there’s a sensation, like ants crawling all over me.
I pass a bathroom and glance inside. The reflection in the mirror draws me back. I slowly approach it, seeing something unique and terrifying.
It looks like someone drew an outline of a human form using a lightning bolt. The electricity shimmers and crackles as it races around the empty form of the being.
I wonder if it will hurt me.
Not sure if I want to test the limits of my newfound lack of pain, I hesitantly reach for this creature. It reaches for me at the same time. I’m mesmerized by this mutual curiosity.
My hand is about to touch the electric pulse shaped like its hand. I tremble with anticipation and fear as we touch.
Surprisingly, I don’t feel any pain. I don’t feel anything except a hard surface.
I move my hand back and forth. The creature does the same. I make quicker movements, and so does it.
Finally, out of frustration, I reach back and strike at the creature.
My hand strikes the hard surface and it splinters. There are now multiple creatures staring back at me.
I step back and come to the horrible realization.
I am the creature.
***
One month later…
“And police have been unable to find any credible leads in the string of brutal killings that began shortly after the patient escaped from the mental hospital last month,” the handsome anchorman stated from behind his desk. “They are asking people to call in if they know the whereabouts of Frederick Winston, now known as, ‘The Mangler’.”
“In other news, the Larsan Electric Company has issued a statement that the recent power surges are no cause for alarm. These surges seem to be random in people's homes and certain businesses. An LEC spokesman stated that there appears to be no pattern to the surges and that so far no one has reported them causing any harm. LEC is tracking down the problem and should have it under control soon.”
The anchorman shifted in his seat and turned to another camera.
“And on a lighter note, with Halloween months away, it seems that reports of ghosts are on the rise,” he said, wearing a half grin. “Several area residents have reported what they call a ghostlike figure, outlined in light, visiting them. Reports vary as to the duration and location of the visits, but they do seem to have a few things in common. The visits are usually short. In fact, most people say that if they blink the figure is gone. No one has reported the ghost doing any harm. And it seems like anyone within close proximity feels a tingling sensation and their hair standing on end.”
“Maybe I should be visited instead of my next hairdresser’s appointment,” the attractive woman anchor said with a laugh.
“Schedule me a visit too,” the male anchor said smiling. “And that’s our news for the evening, good night.”
Jimmy switched the channel.
“Gimme a break,” he said to the TV. “Ghosts? Who’s playing what? This’s some marketing scheme to sell Halloween crap. Like that stunt they pulled a few years back with the clowns hanging around the schools to promote that stupid movie.”
He switched off the TV and rolled over in his bed.
It wasn’t long before his breathing slowed. But before sleep could take him, he noticed a glow in the hallway. He didn’t remember leaving any lights on when he came to bed. Living alone had its advantages. If he heard someone in his apartment, he knew they weren’t supposed to be there. He slowly reached over to the bedstand and pulled out his Glock 9mm handgun, then held it close and listened.
He watched as the glow moved. It seemed like someone was looking around. But for what? He didn’t really have anything aside from his TV, phone, and video games. If anyone wanted those, they would be in a world of hurt. He had been lucky to get this apartment. If he was honest with himself, it cost more than he could afford, but when he had the chance he took it. It was too bad the opening came because the person who lived there before him was one of The Mangler’s victims. That’s probably why he was able to rent the place so quickly and get the price down to where he could almost afford it.
Maybe the glow was one of the street people who were stupid enough to see if there was an empty apartment to claim. That wasn’t gonna fly either. Jimmy had jumped on this apartment to get away from the dingy rat hole he used live in on the other side of town. And there was no way he’d let some bum come in here and take what was his.
The glow crept closer. He could feel the hairs on his arms raise. There was a sound too. It wasn’t loud, almost felt more than heard. A soft crackle, like electricity when it sparked.
The sensory input was almost too much for Jimmy to take. He pointed the gun in the direction of the glow and saw the barrel was shaking. His resolve, that he could deal with anyone as long as he had his gun, was beginning to fade.
The glow became so bright that it finally took form.
Jimmy’s eyes widened. It was the form of a person, just like the news had said.
It seemed to look around the room, then settle its gaze on the bed. Jimmy began to sweat as it approached and stared into his eyes.
It was the oddest thing, staring into what should be eyes, but nothing was there. The flashes of mini lightning bolts formed shapes that looked almost human, but it was just an outline, there was nothing inside what should be the body.
He shoved the shaking gun out from under the blanket and pointed it at the glowing figure.
The figure noted the presence of the gun, then continued to advance.
“S… stop,” Jimmy said. “I’m w… warning you.”
The figure ignored the warning.
Jimmy squeezed the trigger, setting off a deafening shot that went right through the face of the figure.
It acted as though nothing had happened, continuing to advance. The ringing in Jimmy’s ears made all sound seem muffled.
The figure stopped two inches from Jimmy’s face.
“Mangler… “ it said, sounding less like a voice and more like a transmission over an old staticky radio.
“I… I’m not the Mangler,” he said. “The person who used to live here was killed by him.”
It seemed to ponder this for a moment.
“Find Mangler… “ it said.
“I d… don’t know where to find him.”
It moved an inch closer. As the flashes of electricity arced, licked hungrily at Jimmy’s face.
“Find… him… “
“Ok, ok, I’ll find him,” Jimmy said, feeling the heat from the electricity.
The figure seemed to consider that for a moment then backed away. It moved toward the bedroom wall. Then, like someone had turned on a vacuum, it was sucked into an electrical outlet and disappeared.
Jimmy laid back in bed, breathing hard. His eyes darted left and right all around the room. But the only evidence of the figure that remained was the bullet hole in his bedroom wall.
***
The trips through the electrical conduits had become easier. There were still times when I came out someplace I didn’t intend to, but I was usually able to recover quickly and get to where I wanted to go.
But where did I want to go? At first, I wandered around, lost in this new form I found myself trapped inside. It was only after I had overheard a news report about the serial killer they called The Mangler that I gained my purpose.
Of course, Frederick was going to keep killing. Of course, they weren’t going to be able to catch him. He’d been inside away from his victims before and he didn’t like it. Not being able to torture and kill innocents was like a normal person not being able to breathe. Not that I know much about normal or breathing anymore.
I suppose on some level I should thank him. I thought about it for a long time and the only thing that makes any kind of sense is when we were fighting, somehow the water and blood I was laying in got splashed into the electrical socket. Instead of killing me, it bonded with me, making me able to become the electrical current. To ride it like a wave to wherever I wanted.
I became faster than any person ever was. And yet, I wasn’t a person anymore. I have no idea how I retained my consciousness, let alone my memory. But somehow…
I justify it by the old adage, ‘I think therefore I am.’
My life has become an endless hunt for the person who destroyed me, the person I must destroy. I don’t even know what I’ll do when I find him. But I will find him. I will stop him. This time, I won’t fail. I’ll end him like I should’ve before.
I owe it to the people he’s tortured and killed since my failure. Most of all, I owe it to my wife. I know she wouldn’t approve of my bloodlust. She would say there must be some other option. But if she would be able to see her dead body hanging naked from our living room wall, I think she just might change her mind.
My thoughts are interrupted as I arrive at my next destination, another victim’s house. I’m not sure what I’ll find that the police haven’t, but I have to try. Maybe I can pick up his scent somehow. A plan almost assuredly doomed to failure since I lost all sense of smell in the transformation.
I’m surprised though that I can still see and hear. I suppose waves of light and sound somehow intersect with my electrical body and it senses them. I don’t question it. I’ve learned to just go with it.
On the plus side, I don’t have to worry about eating, drinking, or using the bathroom. I guess there’s an upside to everything. Elizabeth would be so proud of me.
I arrive at the room where the victim was murdered. Looking around there’s still blood everywhere, along with evidence markers where they took pictures.
The sheer amount of blood tells me he took his time. He desecrated this girl in her own room. Her parents must’ve been out because there’s no way they didn’t hear the struggle. There were books on the floor, a chair overturned, and blood everywhere. The room was a disaster. It looked like she fought him. I wish she would’ve succeeded where I had failed.
But then, I wish I hadn’t failed, and this girl was still alive.
There’s nothing I can do now except find him and end him.
Finding him was proving more difficult than I thought. I had unlimited access to anywhere with electricity, but I couldn’t use a computer or a GPS. I was limited to transportation only through electricity. Granted that still made me the fastest being alive. I say being because I don’t think I qualify as human anymore. But I was limited to traveling to a place and then trying to find out where I was and if he was there.
If he knew I was searching for him all he would have to do is live the rest of his days in a cabin in the woods with no electricity. I’d never be able to reach him.
I believe two things worked in my favor with that theory.
First, I don’t think he’s that smart, and second, I don’t think he knows I’m looking for him. I believe that surviving our fight only further empowered him to kill. When someone feels invincible, they’re bound to make a mistake.
An officer walked into the room and I ducked back into an outlet. I was able to hang on where I was and watch from inside the outlet without being transported somewhere else.
The officer looked startled and stared at the empty air that I had just vacated. She looked like she was unsure if she trusted what her eyes had seen in the instant before I vanished.
She slowly stepped over to the corner and bent down to peer into the outlet. For a moment I wondered if she could see me, and what exactly she would see. But then her radio squawked calling her to another scene. When I heard the voice on the radio say the address and that they might have the killer cornered, I didn’t waste any time.
It was maybe fifteen seconds until I was across town at the address I’d heard. There was a lot of screaming and crying going on. I came out of the outlet and saw blood on the floor beside a body that wasn’t moving.
There was a girl being beaten by a man with his back to me. He turned to take another swing and I knew my search was over.
“My psychiatrist used to tell me I needed to work on my impulse control,” he said calmly as he slapped her. “I think I’m doing pretty good. I’ve been here ten whole minutes and you’re still alive.”
I shot across the room and knocked him to the floor. He jumped back up and looked around for what had hit him.
“What the hell?”
I saw the fear in his eyes when he saw me. I know Elizabeth would’ve been ashamed, of me, but I was enjoying his anxiety. After all he had done to me and so many others, I drank it in like an elixir.
He started edging toward the door. I was there in a heartbeat. His eyes darted back and forth between where I used to be and where I now stood. The panic in his eyes doubled.
I wanted to make him suffer, but I didn’t want to make the same mistake I’d made before and let him escape with his life.
I lashed out with a bolt that used to be my arm. The energy slashed through his shirt and fried a hole in his shoulder.
He screamed in pain and horror as he looked at the smoking hole in his skin. He tried to run but in an instant, I was there in front of him firing another bolt and searing the skin across his waist to his jeans.
His screams of pain and rage were only matched by the feral desperation in his eyes.
Not knowing what do to, he went with the familiar. Attack the innocent. He grabbed the girl who had been crawling away from the scene.
He grabbed her again and held her in front of him like a human shield.
What a waste of skin.
I fired a bolt into a ceiling light beside me which ricocheted and hit him full force in the leg, nearly severing it.
He went down like a ton of bricks, trying to hold on to his hostage, but she was fighting to get away from him. She broke free and he crumpled to the floor.
“What do you want?” he screamed at me.
With everything that is within me, I wanted to tell him who I was, what he had taken from me, and what I was about to take from him.
But I didn’t want to give the satisfaction. I wanted to give him only uncertainty and fear to cling to.
I could feel the seconds ticking away. I knew I had to make the most of this opportunity or he would get away again. And after this, I might never find him.
I unleashed every ounce of energy at him. I couldn’t even see him, he was only a smoking pillar of frying skin.
Just then, the police burst through the door.
“FREE… “ the first officer started then the shock of what he was seeing stole the rest of the word from his mouth.
He stood there, mouth agape when the female officer stepped in behind him. She looked at me and her wide eyes narrowed as she put two and two together and recognized me from the last crime scene.
I had no reason to fear. I didn’t know if I could even be harmed in my current state. But when you see that blue uniform burst through a door with a gun aimed at you, all rational thought takes a vacation.
I dove for the outlet and was gone. I didn’t even care where I was going. I knew I had done what I wanted to. The monster was destroyed.
Something felt different. Was it pride at finishing my crusade? Was it shame knowing Elizabeth wouldn’t have wanted me to do it?
I don’t know but there was something else. It was like there was added weight to my existence. I guess you can have a conscious in whatever you’d call this existence.
I appeared in the place that made the most sense, ironically. It was my old home. The one where everything I loved died, including me. It was where I took on this unintended new existence.
Is that why I felt this extra weight? Was it some cathartic aftereffect of my search for revenge that was finally over?
I looked around the charred debris of what used to be my home. In my mind's eye, I didn’t see the burned-out shell of what was left. I saw it as it was when we first moved in. When Elizabeth and I started decorating. When the interior was finally finished and I turned to her and said, “For now.” Knowing she would decide to change everything at some time in the future when she was bored, just like all women seem to do.
I remember getting a paintbrush across the mouth for that comment. I smiled remembering kissing her with my freshly painted mouth and ending up in the bedroom.
As I turned toward where I’d entered the house, my smile quickly faded. For some reason, I was still connected to the outlet. That had never happened before.
Another curiosity arose when I noticed the color of my electrical body was now tinged purple. It had always been blue before.
The tail of what had yet to come out of the outlet was red. As I pulled and it came the rest of the way out, it merged with me and turned purple.
“What the hell?” I heard someone say.
I whipped around but no one was there.
“Where am I?” the voice said.
“Who are you?” I said to the air.
There was a long silence.
“Doc?” the voice said.
As far as I knew it wasn’t possible for my spine to turn to ice, since I no longer had a spine, but the feeling seemed the same.
“Frederick?” I said.
“What happened?” he said. “This crazy electric thing attacked me and now… wait a minute. How am I talking to you? You died months ago.”
My shock gave way to utter despair. My enemy was now part of me.

I'm a beginner bookkeeper, and I am a big big huge fan of UX. I think UX should be the center of any business, as it is the discipline that scientifically determines what the product/service is, unlike any other ... profession. I think it's wildly underrated, and more often un-fittingly constrained to lower parts of the business decision-making foodchain.
I'm reading a tech startup financial intelligence book, and I found this passage from the first two chapters on rethinking accounting for tech to be actually mind-blowing, as it pretty much directly tying the business model, the product, and 'higher decision making level' UX into one. I'm thinking of whether anyone else finds this interesting. I think a really good combination for a business "executive/managerial team" could be an intersection of tech+ux+accounting professionals, leaning into things from this style of perspective. Passage:
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Second, tech start-ups need to continuously experiment and try to innovate. They are not like traditional business ventures, where you work out the resources you need to serve a market segment for a product with established value. You won’t have the comfort of such certainty – especially if your offering requires product–market fit testing and fine-tuning. Instead, you might want to test out an altered product feature, toy with a new website feature angle, explore relationships with influencers, try out a differentiated pricing scheme, play around with a mobile-responsive template, work out novel organic tactics to increase online traffic, and so on. Some of your experiments will have only tiny business repercussions, whilst others could unleash strategic-level changes. You might experiment with small aspects of the business model, to see how it could be stretched. Or, you may reach the point where you want to chuck out your whole business hypothesis and try a new premise for generating value. So, from a financial viewpoint, you’ll need specific ways to track activities that help you determine what actions to take and when, as your business evolves. Again, what’s essential is that your accounting intelligence must help you manoeuvre your start-up in a very specific way, through close tracking and monitoring of your experimental activities.

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And now take a look at this passage, with an accent at the end of it about costs.

The resources that tech start-ups need to create and deliver solutions just aren’t on the same level and scope as for less-connected, conventional businesses. It’s important to take this into account, because it alters the amount of money your tech start-up will ask investors for. Aside from externalizing resources, tech businesses can also use plug-and-play models. This allows them to create value chains straight away, by linking up third-party products and services. A tech firm can ‘insource’ (Damanpour et al, 2020) systems and seamlessly orchestrate the operations of other suppliers. For instance, Expedia enables flights, hotels and car rentals to be booked simultaneously, as well as providing insurance coverage and visa services. It does this by connecting providers and putting together one packaged product for the customer. The real-time online aggregation of products and services in this way pushes down overall costs.

I hope it is clear where exactly I see this UX+accounting/bookkeeping intersection.

So, we all know Derek owns an HRT clinic.
Hypothetically, if you had a clinic sized area IN THE FRONT(basically if a patient comes out of the compound, the first thing they'll see).
The situation for me is: The best GOVERNMENT hospital(doctor wise, not facilities) in this corner of my entire state IN India(fuck load of traffic-population) is in front of my family's property. Currently we have some spare space, and rest is constructed and given to a pharmacy, a small medicine storehouse and 3 floors to a Diagonostic center(MRI ultrasound stuff, that sorta)
How and what would you utilize utilize the remaining area for? The remaining area is front facing but on 1 and 2nd floor, not ground.
I was thinking about dispensing semaglutide and some sort of HRT. The issue is, most people go to the hospital(won't name it sorry), get prescription and buy meds from outside because more generic brands are available (most people are poor, because India).
The area isn't big enough to make a hospital with beds.
I was thinking that for type 2 diabetics, start giving semaglutide. Another thing, viagara and cialis are otc here. So, I'll start giving a cut to pharmacies when they hand over the card to the HRT.
The HRT we have here is horrendous. For test, 100mg, 250mg (enanthate) No test cyp. 1000mg test U( 4ml vile). We all know how good clomid and AIs are for "HRT"
Also, the pharmacy who's renting the area right now owns a factory and several other pharmacies. So, it may be possible to get different strength viles compounded if required.
Any idea from you guys?

Little about the server: The server has launched 10 days ago on The Center map. It is meant as a small server for a pack of friends who share the world while doing their own things and sometimes join forces to do some cave raid or boss battle or other kind of "event". It has a lot of things changed, so the experience will be definitely diffrent than your usual ARK (more about it later)
Little about me: I started playing ARK pretty much when it came out, when Island was the only map (IIRC it didnt even have name back then) and we had like third of the dinos that are now in the game. When Crystal Isles came out I decided to rent my first server and that was also when I discovered the power of .ini file editing. Since then I cant go back to playing regular ARK and each server I make has more crazy stuff in it. I have around 1.5k hours played as an admin/owner and god knows how many hours spent on thinking of/testing some crazy ideas. This will be my 4th server, and like all of my previous servers it will have some stuff changed.
Whats about "the twist?"
The server will have few things changed, I will try to give a short description of each element, full details can be found on our discord.

1. All flyers/gliders were removed from the game. This means the way you normally play will drastically change. However it wont mean that we cant fly at all. Tek Suit will still be in the game, Im also adding Steampunk Mod which has Airships. In addition to that we will play on The Center map which has the least amount of land and the most amount of ocean so "water dinos" will also be pretty good way of transportation. We also have Shadowmane and Bloodstalker added + both Strucutres+ and Steampunk have teleporters, that help getting from place to place.
2. All meangiful dinos have been balanced. What does that mean? Their defense and damage has been changed to be on par with other dinos from their group. This means f.e Raptor will be on par with Carnotaur when it comes to DMG and HP. On top of that the avarage Defense and Damage was also raised by 2.5 so everything will be much harder to deal with "on foot". All of the dinos will be "end game viable" and you can pick whichever you want to use (or whichever has most usefull abilities) instead going for the ones that have better stats. Groups are: Small Herbivores, Large Herbivores, Small Predators, Large Predators, Water Dinos and Titans (currently only Giga in this group)
3. All Loot Beacons have been changed. Every item that can have better quality can be found in Beacons now, but they were also spreaded across all beacons semi-randomly. This means to target farm f.e Flak Set you will need to look in all beacons because each color has only one part of it.
4. Unlimited Element. On the center of the map (50.50) there are few boxes with thousands of element that you can take whenever you want. I decided to add it because some of the TEK stuff would be pretty nice early on, while in end game (when you finally get it) its not that usefull/interesting anymore. Also building bigger TEK base is pretty much out of option for solo player normally.

Details of the server
Rates of the server:
Player ressistance: 0.5 (means we take half the DMG)
Item Stack Size: 3 (with custom stack size for certain items)
Taming speed: 20 (4 speed, 5 hunger)
Harvest: 5, XP: 5, Egg Interval: 0.2, Turret Damage (to dinos): 5, Mating interval: 0.075
Egg Hatching: 15, Baby mature: 30, Crop growth: 5
Unlimited respecs, Engrams auto unlock, Custom recipess for some of the items
Mods
Since the server will use mods only steam-users can join. Mods that we use are Awesome Spyglass, Structures+, Dino Storage and Steampunk
Contact
If you are interested in joining us you can join our discord server or you can messsage me on reddit.
https://discord.gg/daikirai
Its our community server of group "Daikirai", we play multiple games (especially while waiting for some MMORPG to unite us again) so after you join just go to #ark section for more info.

Little about the server: The server has launched 10 days ago on The Center map. It is meant as a small server for a pack of friends who share the world while doing their own things and sometimes join forces to do some cave raid or boss battle or other kind of "event". It has a lot of things changed, so the experience will be definitely diffrent than your usual ARK (more about it later)
Little about me: I started playing ARK pretty much when it came out, when Island was the only map (IIRC it didnt even have name back then) and we had like third of the dinos that are now in the game. When Crystal Isles came out I decided to rent my first server and that was also when I discovered the power of .ini file editing. Since then I cant go back to playing regular ARK and each server I make has more crazy stuff in it. I have around 1.5k hours played as an admin/owner and god knows how many hours spent on thinking of/testing some crazy ideas. This will be my 4th server, and like all of my previous servers it will have some stuff changed.
Whats about "the twist?"
The server will have few things changed, I will try to give a short description of each element, full details can be found on our discord.

1. All flyers/gliders were removed from the game. This means the way you normally play will drastically change. However it wont mean that we cant fly at all. Tek Suit will still be in the game, Im also adding Steampunk Mod which has Airships. In addition to that we will play on The Center map which has the least amount of land and the most amount of ocean so "water dinos" will also be pretty good way of transportation. We also have Shadowmane and Bloodstalker added + both Strucutres+ and Steampunk have teleporters, that help getting from place to place.
2. All meangiful dinos have been balanced. What does that mean? Their defense and damage has been changed to be on par with other dinos from their group. This means f.e Raptor will be on par with Carnotaur when it comes to DMG and HP. On top of that the avarage Defense and Damage was also raised by 2.5 so everything will be much harder to deal with "on foot". All of the dinos will be "end game viable" and you can pick whichever you want to use (or whichever has most usefull abilities) instead going for the ones that have better stats. Groups are: Small Herbivores, Large Herbivores, Small Predators, Large Predators, Water Dinos and Titans (currently only Giga in this group)
3. All Loot Beacons have been changed. Every item that can have better quality can be found in Beacons now, but they were also spreaded across all beacons semi-randomly. This means to target farm f.e Flak Set you will need to look in all beacons because each color has only one part of it.
4. Unlimited Element. On the center of the map (50.50) there are few boxes with thousands of element that you can take whenever you want. I decided to add it because some of the TEK stuff would be pretty nice early on, while in end game (when you finally get it) its not that usefull/interesting anymore. Also building bigger TEK base is pretty much out of option for solo player normally.

Details of the server
Rates of the server:
Player ressistance: 0.5 (means we take half the DMG)
Item Stack Size: 3 (with custom stack size for certain items)
Taming speed: 20 (4 speed, 5 hunger)
Harvest: 5, XP: 5, Egg Interval: 0.2, Turret Damage (to dinos): 5, Mating interval: 0.075
Egg Hatching: 15, Baby mature: 30, Crop growth: 5
Unlimited respecs, Engrams auto unlock, Custom recipess for some of the items
Mods
Since the server will use mods only steam-users can join. Mods that we use are Awesome Spyglass, Structures+, Dino Storage and Steampunk
Contact
If you are interested in joining us you can join our discord server or you can messsage me on reddit.
https://discord.gg/daikirai
Its our community server of group "Daikirai", we play multiple games (especially while waiting for some MMORPG to unite us again) so after you join just go to #ark section for more info.

decided to do this cuz not only could i not find a guide but all i found was people saying it was impossible so i decided to give it a shot.
Pawlenty VP, cakewalk difficulty
split visits half and half with Florida and Ohio with maybe one more to Ohio as it will be the closest states.
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-1 I’d like to take a trip to Europe, meeting with NATO leaders to talk about Russia and giving the European Union my assurance that the United States is committed to collaborating on strengthening relations, and tackling current economic issues.
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-2 Governor Pawlenty has served as a lesson in good governance to us all. I’m mightily impressed with his administrative experience and excited to get to work crafting legislation with him at my side.
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-3 In 2008, it is clear that the American people want change. I will build upon the progress made in the last eight years, while working with both parties in Congress to forge a path ahead. My opponent claims he represents change, but his ideas of big government and raising taxes are just as old and out of touch as ever.
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-4 I’d rather not make a big deal of the endorsement; I’d be happy to let him endorse me, but tying my name to Bush so vocally might hurt our chances in the long run.
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-5 There’s no way we can compete with Obama’s celebrity status. Let him grab the attention for a bit, while we solidify our campaign organization, unveil specific policy planks, and continue to spread the message that I am the experienced, capable candidate who can lead our nation in troubled times.
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-6 There’s no point trying to compete with Obama’s celebrity online. What we can do is outrun him on television. I want to be hitting the swing states hard with advertisements. We can lock up the older voters in a way Obama can’t.
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-7 Only if that’s what it takes to defeat the terrorists. My number one priority is creating the conditions to get American soldiers home, and those conditions are safety at home and safety abroad.
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-8 I don’t want to get too much into the policy, what we need to focus on is the message. Voters need to know that in times like these, experienced and capable leadership will see us through the worst crises.
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-9 (achievement question) We should have broken up these monopolistic corporations years ago and brought the financial sector closer to the people. Too big to fail is too big to exist. How many Americans will suffer at the hands of this Bush-made crisis before they realize the folly of capitalism?
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-10 It’s time to set politics aside. I’m suspending my campaign for the time being, and going to Washington to help negotiate a bailout. I invite Senator Obama to do the same, so we can focus on making a deal for the American people.
(5201) (if youre like me and you didnt know, right click on questions and hit inspect element to see the code value for every question so you can pick the best debate answers)
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-11 I’d like to take some time, maybe an ad spot or two, to specifically target the people who are spreading these lies, disavow them and disprove them. We need to come together as Americans, and we’ll reach out to the Obama campaign to make it happen.
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-12 We expected this attack to be made. His answer wasn’t perfect, but we’d be best served by moving on and forgetting all about it. Let’s shift the focus back to the issues ahead of the debate and stick to the message during it.
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-13 Obama is too dangerous for America. I want that to be the message we’re putting out -- on the internet, on the television, everywhere. I want a massive robocall campaign to hammer the point home: we don’t know the real Barack Obama.
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-14 I plan to revolutionize health care. By deregulating individual insurance markets so people can get covered across state lines, we can provide a tax credit of up to $5000 to offset the cost of insurance. Senator Obama will impose a mandate that will hurt small businesses immeasurably.
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-15 We need to turn the tables. Let’s release an ad highlighting his disrespect for our troops in Afghanistan, and how he voted to cut off their funding, increasing the risk to their lives. Obama is too dangerous for America.
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-16 No ma’am. He’s a decent family man - a citizen, that I just happen to have disagreements with on fundamental issues, that’s what this campaign is all about - he’s not.
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-17 I do support closing the center at Guantanamo, and I certainly oppose the use of torture against detainees. All that we have accomplished through maintaining these policies is providing more recruits to al-Qaeda.
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-18 His age isn’t an issue, but his experience is. We have a lifetime of political and military experience to capitalize on here. Obama lacks any of that, and is dangerously unqualified to handle the problems we face.
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-19 I believe climate change is a serious issue, and if you look at my record, you can see I’ve taken it very seriously. We need to innovate in nuclear, solar, wind and ethanol, and as President I will work to achieve a 65% reduction in carbon emissions by 2050.
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-20 I would support peoples’ rights to enter into legal agreements, for insurance and other areas. The unique status of marriage should be retained between a man and a woman. I don’t, however, support a federal ban.
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-21 Yes, I believe Roe should be overturned. I would support a constitutional amendment banning abortion in all cases outside rape, incest and risk to the mother.
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-22 We need to increase our energy independence. The best way to do this is to expand offshore drilling making new investments in electric cars and nuclear energy. I oppose a windfall profits tax, unlike Senator Obama.
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-23 Wright is off the table. Any such attack would smack of desperation and racism at a time when we should be coming together. I do not want to be seen as a racist candidate. We’ll stick to the issues and our other attacks.
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-24 The many crises facing our nation demand a steady hand. I may not be able to reach above my head, but I will reach across the aisle to make sure both parties are united in working for the American people. Let’s come together, and bring the right kind of change to our beloved country.
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-25 Ohio and Indiana are going to decide this election. We’re going to blitz Cleveland, Cincinnati, Indianapolis and Dayton, before one final rally in Fort Wayne.
I tried this strategy 4 times and won all but one so it shouldn't be too RNG heavy.
You don't need to campaign in Colorado as you get 270 exactly without it but you can totally win it even without visiting it
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Not impossible! hope this helps!

I know that most Majid Al Futtaim malls are basically reskin of one another but my honest opinion :

1. City Centre Muscat : the og, best shops with the best collection.
   
2. Oman Avenues Mall : Imo this is the most unique mall in Oman in terms of layout. Ikea Ikea Ikea. The best food court out of all malls imo.
   
3. Mall Of Oman : hated it initially but so many new shops have opened up, along with the snow park. Truly unique mall in my opinion in terms of shop selection and keeps on expanding. MOST WOW factor
   
4. Mall of Muscat : Oman aquarium provides this one a big advantage, but other than that, not much. I really like the village themed top floor.
   
5. Al Araimi Boulevard : Great mall and underrated but guess it's dying.
   
6. City Center Qurum : Failed version of CCM.
   
7. Muscat grand mall : the mall that is dying in the shadow of avenues mall
   
8. Panorama Mall : Forgot this existed
   

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

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

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

Seven 07 Apartments 1 Room/1 Bath in a 4 Bed/4 Bath for rent from May 31st, 2023- July 31st, 2023 (2 months).
Stunning and clear view of the State Farm center and Champaign itself. (The apartment is located on the 10th floor).
Rent: $825 ( Negotiable)
-Fully furnished spacious apartments
-Most premium apartment on Campus and Pet friendly
-All electrical appliances (Washer, Dryer, Microwave, Oven, Refrigerator, Dishwasher, Smart TV, Air-Conditioner - Thermostat & Electric Gas Stove)
-Parking available with extra charge
-State of the art amenities in the building for break period (Swimming Pool, Ping-Pong Table, All-accessory gym- including Sauna, Basketball court, Cute Study Spaces, Clubhouse, BBQ, Security Personnel on Weekends, Pool Table, Common Area with free Coffee Machines, Vending Machine)
No extra utility fee
Upto $30 electricity cap per bedroom
2 min walk to County Market and 4 minute walk to Target.
Located in the heart of Green Street
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Hello my name is Terrence Wilson. I just started my new job this week after 3 weeks of searching and won't be getting paid until next week however my electricity is being cut off today. I have a child in the house with me and next week I will only be able to pay my rent. However I can pay any lender back the week after on the 7th of April.
I was pointed in the direction of this sub after offering to do under the table work while not at my job around my city. If you look at that post on my profile you may see that I asked for $250 however that is not the full amount I owe. If need be I can provide proof of how much my bill is, I can show the deactivation notice, I'm willing to send a picture of my driver's license with my full address displayed, a picture of me to verify the ID, give all of my social media information so that you can watch me and easily contact me outside of reddit and if you would like me to pay you back interest we can discuss that in the PMs. My cashapp has a blue verification check so you know I am indeed a recognized user of my cashapp account.
I am a 28 year old Army veteran (92A) last duty station 108th ADA Fort Bragg. I fell on hard times and need this in order to get back on my feet before it's too late for me and my son. Thank you in advance.