Birdman rubbing hands
papercraft
2008.09.11 19:01 papercraft
We make cool things from paper.
2014.01.04 22:05 ChocoDuffBeer ASMRtalk: talk about the tingles
This is an offshoot from the main /asmr subreddit, on which videos that elicit ASMR are shared by users. Here, you can discuss the nature of the sensation, your triggers, request information or specific types of videos ("Can anyone recommend zombie apocalypse roleplays?"), and anything else related to ASMR.
2013.11.27 21:53 fenton115 Praise Unto The Brick!
In the beginning the brick created the heavens and the earth. It was this brick who we refer to as the One Brick of All Creation who created life in the beginning. From this brick we were born, and from this brick we will die. The Brick is the source of all good. Bricktology focuses on worshiping this brick. We believe that if we glorify him enough he will grant us a room in his great brick mansion in the afterlife. #####[bricktology](http://reddit.com/bricktology)
2023.06.10 20:35 Dramatic-Mongoose-95 These games work in ChatGPT and Bing, but they don’t work in Bard. Any ideas how to fix?
Hey all,
I made and collected 15 Absolutely terrible but fun games to play on ChatGPT.
But they don’t work in Bard.
Any bard/prompt geniuses have any ideas?
https://github.com/AdmTal/chat-gpt-games
submitted by Dramatic-Mongoose-95 to Bard [link] [comments]
I made and collected 15 Absolutely terrible but fun games to play on ChatGPT.
But they don’t work in Bard.
Any bard/prompt geniuses have any ideas?
https://github.com/AdmTal/chat-gpt-games
Small Talk Simulator
The 'Art of Small Talk' training game is an interactive role-playing game designed to enhance your conversational skills by engaging you in various social scenarios and providing feedback on your responses to promote effective and appropriate small talk.Shark Tank Simulator
Step into the shoes of an entrepreneur with the Shark Tank simulator, an exhilarating game where your wit, negotiation skills, and creative ideas are put to the test. Dive into the world of high-stakes business deals, face tough questions from seasoned shark investors, and strive to secure the investment that could make your dream company a reality!Pawn Stars Simulator
Immerse yourself in the high-stakes world of Pawn Stars with our exciting simulator game. Uncover treasures, negotiate deals with the famous Gold & Silver Pawn Shop cast, and see if you've got what it takes to hit the jackpot!Wheel of Fortune
Step into the virtual world of Wheel of Fortune, where you'll spin the wheel, solve puzzles, and compete for classic prizes from the 1970s. Join now and test your word-solving skills in this nostalgic game inspired by the popular TV show!Escape Room: Basement
You awaken in a dimly lit basement, disoriented and unable to move your hands… A very simple escape room text adventure.Mafia Nickname Game
You ever wanna rub elbows with the wise guys, get a feel for the mob life? Well, with "Mafia Nickname Speed Round", you're gonna be the one giving the monikers, making your mark on the family, and earning your stripes, all while having a laugh, just like in the old days.TV Court Speed Run
Dive headfirst into the world of courtroom drama with "Court TV Speed Run!" In this lightning-fast game, you'll navigate the twisted tales of disputing duos, judge their arguments, and rack up points based on your judgement. Hone your morality meter, learn about human nature, and earn a fun nickname that reflects your unique decision-making style!Supreme Court Speed Run
Immerse yourself in the gripping world of "Supreme Court Speed Run," where you become the decisive force shaping the American legal landscape. Experience the power, responsibility, and intellectual challenge of a Supreme Court Justice as you weigh societal norms, constitutional law, and precedent in landmark cases that test your reasoning, wisdom, and judgement.Rabbinical Court Speed Run
Step into the rich and ancient world of Talmudic wisdom with "Talmud Justice", where you'll explore moral dilemmas and complex cases that have guided Jewish law for millennia. Become a virtual Rabbi, make your rulings, and learn how your judgments align with the teachings of the great scholars in a game that is as intellectually challenging as it is enlightening and immersive.Emoji Movie Game Show
🎬🎭🍿 EmojiMovieGPT: Unravel the cinematic universe in a whirlwind of emojis! 😎🧩 Test your movie knowledge, relish in the nostalgic scenes, and conquer the leaderboard in this exhilarating emoji guessing game! 🥇🏆 Lights, Camera, Emojis! 🎥💡💥Hacker Simulator - Social Engineering
Get ready to dive into the exhilarating world of social engineering with 'Hacker Simulator: Social Engineering,' where you'll play the role of a cunning hacker, using wit and strategy to penetrate a multi-layered corporation. With each level, you'll master a new tactic, unearthing hidden secrets and corporate mysteries, making this game an adrenaline-charged journey that will keep you on the edge of your seat.Supreme Court Speed Run 2: 2 Court, 2 Supreme
Step into the thrilling world of Supreme Justice: 2 Court, 2 Supreme, where you rule on high-stakes cases and redefine justice in a gripping journey through legal twists and turns. Immerse yourself in this intellectual battleground, as you analyze complex scenarios, make landmark decisions, and compare your judgments to those of the real-life Supreme Court.Doom
Embrace the heart-pounding terror of "Doom" as you blast through hellish hordes with nothing but your trusty gun and unrelenting courage! Can you save humanity by banishing the unspeakable demons back to the abyss or will you fall and let darkness reign supreme?Titanic Life Boats
Step into the gripping chaos of "Titanic Life Boats" as you face the critical mission of saving lives amidst the calamity of the sinking RMS Titanic! Employ your strategy and humanity to prioritize and load passengers into lifeboats while the clock ticks and the icy waters rise, testing your resolve in this thrilling race against time.Monkey Paw
In "Monkey Paw," you'll indulge your mischievous side as an architect of twisted fates, transforming innocent wishes into devilish consequences with a stroke of dark genius! With a sinister-yet-hilarious corporate twist, this is your chance to outwit the unsuspecting wishers and unleash your creativity as a master of malevolent wish fulfillment.2023.06.10 20:34 Dramatic-Mongoose-95 15 Games you can play in BingAI Chat
These are for GPT, but they work in Bing also.
https://github.com/AdmTal/chat-gpt-games
submitted by Dramatic-Mongoose-95 to bing [link] [comments]
https://github.com/AdmTal/chat-gpt-games
Small Talk Simulator
The 'Art of Small Talk' training game is an interactive role-playing game designed to enhance your conversational skills by engaging you in various social scenarios and providing feedback on your responses to promote effective and appropriate small talk.Shark Tank Simulator
Step into the shoes of an entrepreneur with the Shark Tank simulator, an exhilarating game where your wit, negotiation skills, and creative ideas are put to the test. Dive into the world of high-stakes business deals, face tough questions from seasoned shark investors, and strive to secure the investment that could make your dream company a reality!Pawn Stars Simulator
Immerse yourself in the high-stakes world of Pawn Stars with our exciting simulator game. Uncover treasures, negotiate deals with the famous Gold & Silver Pawn Shop cast, and see if you've got what it takes to hit the jackpot!Wheel of Fortune
Step into the virtual world of Wheel of Fortune, where you'll spin the wheel, solve puzzles, and compete for classic prizes from the 1970s. Join now and test your word-solving skills in this nostalgic game inspired by the popular TV show!Escape Room: Basement
You awaken in a dimly lit basement, disoriented and unable to move your hands… A very simple escape room text adventure.Mafia Nickname Game
You ever wanna rub elbows with the wise guys, get a feel for the mob life? Well, with "Mafia Nickname Speed Round", you're gonna be the one giving the monikers, making your mark on the family, and earning your stripes, all while having a laugh, just like in the old days.TV Court Speed Run
Dive headfirst into the world of courtroom drama with "Court TV Speed Run!" In this lightning-fast game, you'll navigate the twisted tales of disputing duos, judge their arguments, and rack up points based on your judgement. Hone your morality meter, learn about human nature, and earn a fun nickname that reflects your unique decision-making style!Supreme Court Speed Run
Immerse yourself in the gripping world of "Supreme Court Speed Run," where you become the decisive force shaping the American legal landscape. Experience the power, responsibility, and intellectual challenge of a Supreme Court Justice as you weigh societal norms, constitutional law, and precedent in landmark cases that test your reasoning, wisdom, and judgement.Rabbinical Court Speed Run
Step into the rich and ancient world of Talmudic wisdom with "Talmud Justice", where you'll explore moral dilemmas and complex cases that have guided Jewish law for millennia. Become a virtual Rabbi, make your rulings, and learn how your judgments align with the teachings of the great scholars in a game that is as intellectually challenging as it is enlightening and immersive.Emoji Movie Game Show
🎬🎭🍿 EmojiMovieGPT: Unravel the cinematic universe in a whirlwind of emojis! 😎🧩 Test your movie knowledge, relish in the nostalgic scenes, and conquer the leaderboard in this exhilarating emoji guessing game! 🥇🏆 Lights, Camera, Emojis! 🎥💡💥Hacker Simulator - Social Engineering
Get ready to dive into the exhilarating world of social engineering with 'Hacker Simulator: Social Engineering,' where you'll play the role of a cunning hacker, using wit and strategy to penetrate a multi-layered corporation. With each level, you'll master a new tactic, unearthing hidden secrets and corporate mysteries, making this game an adrenaline-charged journey that will keep you on the edge of your seat.Supreme Court Speed Run 2: 2 Court, 2 Supreme
Step into the thrilling world of Supreme Justice: 2 Court, 2 Supreme, where you rule on high-stakes cases and redefine justice in a gripping journey through legal twists and turns. Immerse yourself in this intellectual battleground, as you analyze complex scenarios, make landmark decisions, and compare your judgments to those of the real-life Supreme Court.Doom
Embrace the heart-pounding terror of "Doom" as you blast through hellish hordes with nothing but your trusty gun and unrelenting courage! Can you save humanity by banishing the unspeakable demons back to the abyss or will you fall and let darkness reign supreme?Titanic Life Boats
Step into the gripping chaos of "Titanic Life Boats" as you face the critical mission of saving lives amidst the calamity of the sinking RMS Titanic! Employ your strategy and humanity to prioritize and load passengers into lifeboats while the clock ticks and the icy waters rise, testing your resolve in this thrilling race against time.Monkey Paw
In "Monkey Paw," you'll indulge your mischievous side as an architect of twisted fates, transforming innocent wishes into devilish consequences with a stroke of dark genius! With a sinister-yet-hilarious corporate twist, this is your chance to outwit the unsuspecting wishers and unleash your creativity as a master of malevolent wish fulfillment.2023.06.10 20:32 Dramatic-Mongoose-95 15 games you can play in ChatGPT
https://github.com/AdmTal/chat-gpt-games
submitted by Dramatic-Mongoose-95 to bored [link] [comments]
Small Talk Simulator
The 'Art of Small Talk' training game is an interactive role-playing game designed to enhance your conversational skills by engaging you in various social scenarios and providing feedback on your responses to promote effective and appropriate small talk.Shark Tank Simulator
Step into the shoes of an entrepreneur with the Shark Tank simulator, an exhilarating game where your wit, negotiation skills, and creative ideas are put to the test. Dive into the world of high-stakes business deals, face tough questions from seasoned shark investors, and strive to secure the investment that could make your dream company a reality!Pawn Stars Simulator
Immerse yourself in the high-stakes world of Pawn Stars with our exciting simulator game. Uncover treasures, negotiate deals with the famous Gold & Silver Pawn Shop cast, and see if you've got what it takes to hit the jackpot!Wheel of Fortune
Step into the virtual world of Wheel of Fortune, where you'll spin the wheel, solve puzzles, and compete for classic prizes from the 1970s. Join now and test your word-solving skills in this nostalgic game inspired by the popular TV show!Escape Room: Basement
You awaken in a dimly lit basement, disoriented and unable to move your hands… A very simple escape room text adventure.Mafia Nickname Game
You ever wanna rub elbows with the wise guys, get a feel for the mob life? Well, with "Mafia Nickname Speed Round", you're gonna be the one giving the monikers, making your mark on the family, and earning your stripes, all while having a laugh, just like in the old days.TV Court Speed Run
Dive headfirst into the world of courtroom drama with "Court TV Speed Run!" In this lightning-fast game, you'll navigate the twisted tales of disputing duos, judge their arguments, and rack up points based on your judgement. Hone your morality meter, learn about human nature, and earn a fun nickname that reflects your unique decision-making style!Supreme Court Speed Run
Immerse yourself in the gripping world of "Supreme Court Speed Run," where you become the decisive force shaping the American legal landscape. Experience the power, responsibility, and intellectual challenge of a Supreme Court Justice as you weigh societal norms, constitutional law, and precedent in landmark cases that test your reasoning, wisdom, and judgement.Rabbinical Court Speed Run
Step into the rich and ancient world of Talmudic wisdom with "Talmud Justice", where you'll explore moral dilemmas and complex cases that have guided Jewish law for millennia. Become a virtual Rabbi, make your rulings, and learn how your judgments align with the teachings of the great scholars in a game that is as intellectually challenging as it is enlightening and immersive.Emoji Movie Game Show
🎬🎭🍿 EmojiMovieGPT: Unravel the cinematic universe in a whirlwind of emojis! 😎🧩 Test your movie knowledge, relish in the nostalgic scenes, and conquer the leaderboard in this exhilarating emoji guessing game! 🥇🏆 Lights, Camera, Emojis! 🎥💡💥Hacker Simulator - Social Engineering
Get ready to dive into the exhilarating world of social engineering with 'Hacker Simulator: Social Engineering,' where you'll play the role of a cunning hacker, using wit and strategy to penetrate a multi-layered corporation. With each level, you'll master a new tactic, unearthing hidden secrets and corporate mysteries, making this game an adrenaline-charged journey that will keep you on the edge of your seat.Supreme Court Speed Run 2: 2 Court, 2 Supreme
Step into the thrilling world of Supreme Justice: 2 Court, 2 Supreme, where you rule on high-stakes cases and redefine justice in a gripping journey through legal twists and turns. Immerse yourself in this intellectual battleground, as you analyze complex scenarios, make landmark decisions, and compare your judgments to those of the real-life Supreme Court.Doom
Embrace the heart-pounding terror of "Doom" as you blast through hellish hordes with nothing but your trusty gun and unrelenting courage! Can you save humanity by banishing the unspeakable demons back to the abyss or will you fall and let darkness reign supreme?Titanic Life Boats
Step into the gripping chaos of "Titanic Life Boats" as you face the critical mission of saving lives amidst the calamity of the sinking RMS Titanic! Employ your strategy and humanity to prioritize and load passengers into lifeboats while the clock ticks and the icy waters rise, testing your resolve in this thrilling race against time.Monkey Paw
In "Monkey Paw," you'll indulge your mischievous side as an architect of twisted fates, transforming innocent wishes into devilish consequences with a stroke of dark genius! With a sinister-yet-hilarious corporate twist, this is your chance to outwit the unsuspecting wishers and unleash your creativity as a master of malevolent wish fulfillment.2023.06.10 20:32 Dramatic-Mongoose-95 Collection of 15 indie games you can play in ChatGPT
https://github.com/AdmTal/chat-gpt-games
submitted by Dramatic-Mongoose-95 to indiegames [link] [comments]
Small Talk Simulator
The 'Art of Small Talk' training game is an interactive role-playing game designed to enhance your conversational skills by engaging you in various social scenarios and providing feedback on your responses to promote effective and appropriate small talk.Shark Tank Simulator
Step into the shoes of an entrepreneur with the Shark Tank simulator, an exhilarating game where your wit, negotiation skills, and creative ideas are put to the test. Dive into the world of high-stakes business deals, face tough questions from seasoned shark investors, and strive to secure the investment that could make your dream company a reality!Pawn Stars Simulator
Immerse yourself in the high-stakes world of Pawn Stars with our exciting simulator game. Uncover treasures, negotiate deals with the famous Gold & Silver Pawn Shop cast, and see if you've got what it takes to hit the jackpot!Wheel of Fortune
Step into the virtual world of Wheel of Fortune, where you'll spin the wheel, solve puzzles, and compete for classic prizes from the 1970s. Join now and test your word-solving skills in this nostalgic game inspired by the popular TV show!Escape Room: Basement
You awaken in a dimly lit basement, disoriented and unable to move your hands… A very simple escape room text adventure.Mafia Nickname Game
You ever wanna rub elbows with the wise guys, get a feel for the mob life? Well, with "Mafia Nickname Speed Round", you're gonna be the one giving the monikers, making your mark on the family, and earning your stripes, all while having a laugh, just like in the old days.TV Court Speed Run
Dive headfirst into the world of courtroom drama with "Court TV Speed Run!" In this lightning-fast game, you'll navigate the twisted tales of disputing duos, judge their arguments, and rack up points based on your judgement. Hone your morality meter, learn about human nature, and earn a fun nickname that reflects your unique decision-making style!Supreme Court Speed Run
Immerse yourself in the gripping world of "Supreme Court Speed Run," where you become the decisive force shaping the American legal landscape. Experience the power, responsibility, and intellectual challenge of a Supreme Court Justice as you weigh societal norms, constitutional law, and precedent in landmark cases that test your reasoning, wisdom, and judgement.Rabbinical Court Speed Run
Step into the rich and ancient world of Talmudic wisdom with "Talmud Justice", where you'll explore moral dilemmas and complex cases that have guided Jewish law for millennia. Become a virtual Rabbi, make your rulings, and learn how your judgments align with the teachings of the great scholars in a game that is as intellectually challenging as it is enlightening and immersive.Emoji Movie Game Show
🎬🎭🍿 EmojiMovieGPT: Unravel the cinematic universe in a whirlwind of emojis! 😎🧩 Test your movie knowledge, relish in the nostalgic scenes, and conquer the leaderboard in this exhilarating emoji guessing game! 🥇🏆 Lights, Camera, Emojis! 🎥💡💥Hacker Simulator - Social Engineering
Get ready to dive into the exhilarating world of social engineering with 'Hacker Simulator: Social Engineering,' where you'll play the role of a cunning hacker, using wit and strategy to penetrate a multi-layered corporation. With each level, you'll master a new tactic, unearthing hidden secrets and corporate mysteries, making this game an adrenaline-charged journey that will keep you on the edge of your seat.Supreme Court Speed Run 2: 2 Court, 2 Supreme
Step into the thrilling world of Supreme Justice: 2 Court, 2 Supreme, where you rule on high-stakes cases and redefine justice in a gripping journey through legal twists and turns. Immerse yourself in this intellectual battleground, as you analyze complex scenarios, make landmark decisions, and compare your judgments to those of the real-life Supreme Court.Doom
Embrace the heart-pounding terror of "Doom" as you blast through hellish hordes with nothing but your trusty gun and unrelenting courage! Can you save humanity by banishing the unspeakable demons back to the abyss or will you fall and let darkness reign supreme?Titanic Life Boats
Step into the gripping chaos of "Titanic Life Boats" as you face the critical mission of saving lives amidst the calamity of the sinking RMS Titanic! Employ your strategy and humanity to prioritize and load passengers into lifeboats while the clock ticks and the icy waters rise, testing your resolve in this thrilling race against time.Monkey Paw
In "Monkey Paw," you'll indulge your mischievous side as an architect of twisted fates, transforming innocent wishes into devilish consequences with a stroke of dark genius! With a sinister-yet-hilarious corporate twist, this is your chance to outwit the unsuspecting wishers and unleash your creativity as a master of malevolent wish fulfillment.2023.06.10 20:31 Dramatic-Mongoose-95 Collection of 15 indie games you can play on ChatGPT
https://github.com/AdmTal/chat-gpt-games
submitted by Dramatic-Mongoose-95 to IndieGaming [link] [comments]
Small Talk Simulator
The 'Art of Small Talk' training game is an interactive role-playing game designed to enhance your conversational skills by engaging you in various social scenarios and providing feedback on your responses to promote effective and appropriate small talk.Shark Tank Simulator
Step into the shoes of an entrepreneur with the Shark Tank simulator, an exhilarating game where your wit, negotiation skills, and creative ideas are put to the test. Dive into the world of high-stakes business deals, face tough questions from seasoned shark investors, and strive to secure the investment that could make your dream company a reality!Pawn Stars Simulator
Immerse yourself in the high-stakes world of Pawn Stars with our exciting simulator game. Uncover treasures, negotiate deals with the famous Gold & Silver Pawn Shop cast, and see if you've got what it takes to hit the jackpot!Wheel of Fortune
Step into the virtual world of Wheel of Fortune, where you'll spin the wheel, solve puzzles, and compete for classic prizes from the 1970s. Join now and test your word-solving skills in this nostalgic game inspired by the popular TV show!Escape Room: Basement
You awaken in a dimly lit basement, disoriented and unable to move your hands… A very simple escape room text adventure.Mafia Nickname Game
You ever wanna rub elbows with the wise guys, get a feel for the mob life? Well, with "Mafia Nickname Speed Round", you're gonna be the one giving the monikers, making your mark on the family, and earning your stripes, all while having a laugh, just like in the old days.TV Court Speed Run
Dive headfirst into the world of courtroom drama with "Court TV Speed Run!" In this lightning-fast game, you'll navigate the twisted tales of disputing duos, judge their arguments, and rack up points based on your judgement. Hone your morality meter, learn about human nature, and earn a fun nickname that reflects your unique decision-making style!Supreme Court Speed Run
Immerse yourself in the gripping world of "Supreme Court Speed Run," where you become the decisive force shaping the American legal landscape. Experience the power, responsibility, and intellectual challenge of a Supreme Court Justice as you weigh societal norms, constitutional law, and precedent in landmark cases that test your reasoning, wisdom, and judgement.Rabbinical Court Speed Run
Step into the rich and ancient world of Talmudic wisdom with "Talmud Justice", where you'll explore moral dilemmas and complex cases that have guided Jewish law for millennia. Become a virtual Rabbi, make your rulings, and learn how your judgments align with the teachings of the great scholars in a game that is as intellectually challenging as it is enlightening and immersive.Emoji Movie Game Show
🎬🎭🍿 EmojiMovieGPT: Unravel the cinematic universe in a whirlwind of emojis! 😎🧩 Test your movie knowledge, relish in the nostalgic scenes, and conquer the leaderboard in this exhilarating emoji guessing game! 🥇🏆 Lights, Camera, Emojis! 🎥💡💥Hacker Simulator - Social Engineering
Get ready to dive into the exhilarating world of social engineering with 'Hacker Simulator: Social Engineering,' where you'll play the role of a cunning hacker, using wit and strategy to penetrate a multi-layered corporation. With each level, you'll master a new tactic, unearthing hidden secrets and corporate mysteries, making this game an adrenaline-charged journey that will keep you on the edge of your seat.Supreme Court Speed Run 2: 2 Court, 2 Supreme
Step into the thrilling world of Supreme Justice: 2 Court, 2 Supreme, where you rule on high-stakes cases and redefine justice in a gripping journey through legal twists and turns. Immerse yourself in this intellectual battleground, as you analyze complex scenarios, make landmark decisions, and compare your judgments to those of the real-life Supreme Court.Doom
Embrace the heart-pounding terror of "Doom" as you blast through hellish hordes with nothing but your trusty gun and unrelenting courage! Can you save humanity by banishing the unspeakable demons back to the abyss or will you fall and let darkness reign supreme?Titanic Life Boats
Step into the gripping chaos of "Titanic Life Boats" as you face the critical mission of saving lives amidst the calamity of the sinking RMS Titanic! Employ your strategy and humanity to prioritize and load passengers into lifeboats while the clock ticks and the icy waters rise, testing your resolve in this thrilling race against time.Monkey Paw
In "Monkey Paw," you'll indulge your mischievous side as an architect of twisted fates, transforming innocent wishes into devilish consequences with a stroke of dark genius! With a sinister-yet-hilarious corporate twist, this is your chance to outwit the unsuspecting wishers and unleash your creativity as a master of malevolent wish fulfillment.2023.06.10 20:29 Dramatic-Mongoose-95 15 Absolutely terrible but fun games to play on ChatGPT
15 Games you can play in ChatGPT
https://github.com/AdmTal/chat-gpt-games
submitted by Dramatic-Mongoose-95 to SideProject [link] [comments]
https://github.com/AdmTal/chat-gpt-games
Small Talk Simulator
The 'Art of Small Talk' training game is an interactive role-playing game designed to enhance your conversational skills by engaging you in various social scenarios and providing feedback on your responses to promote effective and appropriate small talk.Shark Tank Simulator
Step into the shoes of an entrepreneur with the Shark Tank simulator, an exhilarating game where your wit, negotiation skills, and creative ideas are put to the test. Dive into the world of high-stakes business deals, face tough questions from seasoned shark investors, and strive to secure the investment that could make your dream company a reality!Pawn Stars Simulator
Immerse yourself in the high-stakes world of Pawn Stars with our exciting simulator game. Uncover treasures, negotiate deals with the famous Gold & Silver Pawn Shop cast, and see if you've got what it takes to hit the jackpot!Wheel of Fortune
Step into the virtual world of Wheel of Fortune, where you'll spin the wheel, solve puzzles, and compete for classic prizes from the 1970s. Join now and test your word-solving skills in this nostalgic game inspired by the popular TV show!Escape Room: Basement
You awaken in a dimly lit basement, disoriented and unable to move your hands… A very simple escape room text adventure.Mafia Nickname Game
You ever wanna rub elbows with the wise guys, get a feel for the mob life? Well, with "Mafia Nickname Speed Round", you're gonna be the one giving the monikers, making your mark on the family, and earning your stripes, all while having a laugh, just like in the old days.TV Court Speed Run
Dive headfirst into the world of courtroom drama with "Court TV Speed Run!" In this lightning-fast game, you'll navigate the twisted tales of disputing duos, judge their arguments, and rack up points based on your judgement. Hone your morality meter, learn about human nature, and earn a fun nickname that reflects your unique decision-making style!Supreme Court Speed Run
Immerse yourself in the gripping world of "Supreme Court Speed Run," where you become the decisive force shaping the American legal landscape. Experience the power, responsibility, and intellectual challenge of a Supreme Court Justice as you weigh societal norms, constitutional law, and precedent in landmark cases that test your reasoning, wisdom, and judgement.Rabbinical Court Speed Run
Step into the rich and ancient world of Talmudic wisdom with "Talmud Justice", where you'll explore moral dilemmas and complex cases that have guided Jewish law for millennia. Become a virtual Rabbi, make your rulings, and learn how your judgments align with the teachings of the great scholars in a game that is as intellectually challenging as it is enlightening and immersive.Emoji Movie Game Show
🎬🎭🍿 EmojiMovieGPT: Unravel the cinematic universe in a whirlwind of emojis! 😎🧩 Test your movie knowledge, relish in the nostalgic scenes, and conquer the leaderboard in this exhilarating emoji guessing game! 🥇🏆 Lights, Camera, Emojis! 🎥💡💥Hacker Simulator - Social Engineering
Get ready to dive into the exhilarating world of social engineering with 'Hacker Simulator: Social Engineering,' where you'll play the role of a cunning hacker, using wit and strategy to penetrate a multi-layered corporation. With each level, you'll master a new tactic, unearthing hidden secrets and corporate mysteries, making this game an adrenaline-charged journey that will keep you on the edge of your seat.Supreme Court Speed Run 2: 2 Court, 2 Supreme
Step into the thrilling world of Supreme Justice: 2 Court, 2 Supreme, where you rule on high-stakes cases and redefine justice in a gripping journey through legal twists and turns. Immerse yourself in this intellectual battleground, as you analyze complex scenarios, make landmark decisions, and compare your judgments to those of the real-life Supreme Court.Doom
Embrace the heart-pounding terror of "Doom" as you blast through hellish hordes with nothing but your trusty gun and unrelenting courage! Can you save humanity by banishing the unspeakable demons back to the abyss or will you fall and let darkness reign supreme?Titanic Life Boats
Step into the gripping chaos of "Titanic Life Boats" as you face the critical mission of saving lives amidst the calamity of the sinking RMS Titanic! Employ your strategy and humanity to prioritize and load passengers into lifeboats while the clock ticks and the icy waters rise, testing your resolve in this thrilling race against time.Monkey Paw
In "Monkey Paw," you'll indulge your mischievous side as an architect of twisted fates, transforming innocent wishes into devilish consequences with a stroke of dark genius! With a sinister-yet-hilarious corporate twist, this is your chance to outwit the unsuspecting wishers and unleash your creativity as a master of malevolent wish fulfillment.2023.06.10 20:21 Generic_Username_321 Sweaty Hands & My Dermadry Journey
Just started using Dermadry and I'm going to try and update this every other day to help keep me on track and using it as frequently as I am supposed to because I'm bad about sticking to a routine. This may be more for myself than anything, but if someone else finds it useful, even better. I'll try and format it by sections so you can just read the parts you're interested in.
Dermadry Treatment:
Using the "Upgraded version" with the rubbery bottom mat, and hexagonal grid top mat. I am using bottled water at room temp, however, I have read others using different types of water, and even adding chemicals to the water. For now, I will stick with bottled water, and depending on the results in 2 months, I may change it up.
6/10/23 - 10:00 AM Treatment 1: I used ~250ml of room temp bottled water in each tray. Set the current strength to 5mA to just feel it out (1-15mA is recommended). For the first couple of minutes, I couldn't feel anything, but as we approached the 15min mark I could feel a slight tingling and my hands were a little itchy. The biggest surprise came at the 15min, 10min, and 5min mark (I think). The voltage readout displayed "L5" and I felt a shock strong enough to make my forearms spasm and tense up. It wasn't painful, just a weird feeling, and I assume this has to do with its rotating current phases. Their website states "L5 will be displayed when the tension is lower than 5 volts." I don't know what that means, but I will contact customer support about it. My hands were a bit sweaty after I finished up, and the itchiness was gone after a few minutes, but after an hour my hands dried up a bit and have been completely dry for several hours. I plan on doing it again at 5mA tomorrow and then give it a day of rest before upping the voltage up to 7 or 8mA.
Background: I'm in my late 20s and have suffered from sweaty hands for as long as I can remember. I would say I have it moderate during most of the day, but in social situations, it can go up to a 10 in severity. I'm talking wiping my hands with a paper towel over 10min will completely soak it through. At its worst, I can clench my fist and literally have beads of sweat run off. I get a bit self-conscious in social situations, but I wouldn't say I have bad social anxiety. But it's this slight nervousness that really sets off my sweaty hands.
Improvised treatments: I started out trying to dry my hands with harsh chemicals on a few occasions when I knew I had a social event of some sort that would involve shaking hands. I would soak my hands in brake cleaner or rubbing alcohol as I work with them and had it lying around. Alcohol would just dry it for a bit, but sweating would come back 10-fold within 30min after. Brake cleaner lasted a while longer, but is absolutely terrible for your skin, your health, etc. Please for the love of god, DO NOT use brake cleaner, I was young and stupid and it only worked for a few hours at a time. I also tried wearing latex gloves during my entire time working as it caused me to sweat a bunch and would get my hands to sweat so much, that sometimes it would prevent me from sweating further the rest of the day. This kind of worked, but my work environment has changed, and working in latex gloves now would just make people think I was a psycho. My final attempt was to just get healthy. For a whole year, I dropped almost all caffeine, drank nothing but water, and dietary/workout shakes, worked out and had a diet to match with hardly any dietary cheating. This helped out mostly with social situations, as I wouldn't be near as self-conscious, but I still would get severe sweating during dates, big meetings, and school tests.
Antiperspirants: I bought some Dove Clinical Strength antiperspirant and used that for a while, applying it before bed, or during the day and letting dry under a fan for 15-30min. This would help for normal day stuff, but the moment anything like a date, or a meeting with a boss occurred, it would be like I hadn't done anything. After about two weeks of on-and-off applications, I switched to trying Certain Dri with the results being about the same. The third product I tried was Sweat Block Wipes which were less effective than the previous ones. Not saying these products aren't good, they just weren't effective for me. The last product I tried was Antihydral, I ordered this at the same time as Dermadry and was by far the best. One application with just enough that you could tell there was a layer on there, and let dry for 15-30min under a fan kept my hands dry for days at a time. I only tried this a couple of times before my Dermadry unit came in, so this is my fallback plan if Dermadry doesn't work. I hear from some users the effectiveness of Antihydral can wear off over time, so I have put that on pause while I just do Dermadry.
Medical treatments: I went to a dermatologist and was prescribed Glycopyrrolate. This would help if taken in high doses, but when I got a new dermatologist he highly advised against taking it in the dosages I was. I still have a lot of it left over, and will still take it before a date or social event. In combination with the antiperspirants, this is still fairly effective but requires planning ahead and remembering to take it. I have fairly good medical insurance, but after talking it over with the doctor, the cost of Botox with the side effects and longevity of the treatment made me put it off as a final Hail Mary if all else fails. Finally, I got Dermadry and that's what I'm starting now, and we will see how this works for me.
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Dermadry Treatment:
Using the "Upgraded version" with the rubbery bottom mat, and hexagonal grid top mat. I am using bottled water at room temp, however, I have read others using different types of water, and even adding chemicals to the water. For now, I will stick with bottled water, and depending on the results in 2 months, I may change it up.
6/10/23 - 10:00 AM Treatment 1: I used ~250ml of room temp bottled water in each tray. Set the current strength to 5mA to just feel it out (1-15mA is recommended). For the first couple of minutes, I couldn't feel anything, but as we approached the 15min mark I could feel a slight tingling and my hands were a little itchy. The biggest surprise came at the 15min, 10min, and 5min mark (I think). The voltage readout displayed "L5" and I felt a shock strong enough to make my forearms spasm and tense up. It wasn't painful, just a weird feeling, and I assume this has to do with its rotating current phases. Their website states "L5 will be displayed when the tension is lower than 5 volts." I don't know what that means, but I will contact customer support about it. My hands were a bit sweaty after I finished up, and the itchiness was gone after a few minutes, but after an hour my hands dried up a bit and have been completely dry for several hours. I plan on doing it again at 5mA tomorrow and then give it a day of rest before upping the voltage up to 7 or 8mA.
Background: I'm in my late 20s and have suffered from sweaty hands for as long as I can remember. I would say I have it moderate during most of the day, but in social situations, it can go up to a 10 in severity. I'm talking wiping my hands with a paper towel over 10min will completely soak it through. At its worst, I can clench my fist and literally have beads of sweat run off. I get a bit self-conscious in social situations, but I wouldn't say I have bad social anxiety. But it's this slight nervousness that really sets off my sweaty hands.
Improvised treatments: I started out trying to dry my hands with harsh chemicals on a few occasions when I knew I had a social event of some sort that would involve shaking hands. I would soak my hands in brake cleaner or rubbing alcohol as I work with them and had it lying around. Alcohol would just dry it for a bit, but sweating would come back 10-fold within 30min after. Brake cleaner lasted a while longer, but is absolutely terrible for your skin, your health, etc. Please for the love of god, DO NOT use brake cleaner, I was young and stupid and it only worked for a few hours at a time. I also tried wearing latex gloves during my entire time working as it caused me to sweat a bunch and would get my hands to sweat so much, that sometimes it would prevent me from sweating further the rest of the day. This kind of worked, but my work environment has changed, and working in latex gloves now would just make people think I was a psycho. My final attempt was to just get healthy. For a whole year, I dropped almost all caffeine, drank nothing but water, and dietary/workout shakes, worked out and had a diet to match with hardly any dietary cheating. This helped out mostly with social situations, as I wouldn't be near as self-conscious, but I still would get severe sweating during dates, big meetings, and school tests.
Antiperspirants: I bought some Dove Clinical Strength antiperspirant and used that for a while, applying it before bed, or during the day and letting dry under a fan for 15-30min. This would help for normal day stuff, but the moment anything like a date, or a meeting with a boss occurred, it would be like I hadn't done anything. After about two weeks of on-and-off applications, I switched to trying Certain Dri with the results being about the same. The third product I tried was Sweat Block Wipes which were less effective than the previous ones. Not saying these products aren't good, they just weren't effective for me. The last product I tried was Antihydral, I ordered this at the same time as Dermadry and was by far the best. One application with just enough that you could tell there was a layer on there, and let dry for 15-30min under a fan kept my hands dry for days at a time. I only tried this a couple of times before my Dermadry unit came in, so this is my fallback plan if Dermadry doesn't work. I hear from some users the effectiveness of Antihydral can wear off over time, so I have put that on pause while I just do Dermadry.
Medical treatments: I went to a dermatologist and was prescribed Glycopyrrolate. This would help if taken in high doses, but when I got a new dermatologist he highly advised against taking it in the dosages I was. I still have a lot of it left over, and will still take it before a date or social event. In combination with the antiperspirants, this is still fairly effective but requires planning ahead and remembering to take it. I have fairly good medical insurance, but after talking it over with the doctor, the cost of Botox with the side effects and longevity of the treatment made me put it off as a final Hail Mary if all else fails. Finally, I got Dermadry and that's what I'm starting now, and we will see how this works for me.
2023.06.10 20:13 LemonySweets Help! 1 year Easter Egger Hen isn't eating, is lethargic, and has mucus in her mouth.
As the title says, my hen has suddenly taken a turn. I noticed mucus in her mouth about a week ago, and she wasn't as engaged as my other hens. But she's a pretty chill bird so it wasn't that different from her regular behavior. However, yesterday I could just tell she was sick. She just sits there, doesn't really eat, and even in the evening her crop was empty.
I checked down her throat for gapeworm, since I read that can cause it, but I saw nothing. I gave her vetRx today, rubbing it on her comb, nostrils, wattles, under her wings, and tried to put a drop in her mouth. I got a tablespoon filled with Greek yogurt, garlic, two drops nutridench, and a drop of the vetRX. She barely ate 1/2. It looked like It was hard for her to swallow because of the mucus that's in her throat and mouth. She takes bites of things and they just sit in the front of her beak and don't make it down her throat. She's rubbing her beak on the ground pretty frequently, and yesterday when I was cleaning her up I pulled off a ton of thick booger like mucus from her beak and the back of her mouth. (Yes it was disgusting and yes I washed my hands about 10 times after I did that (I still had a hard time eating dinner...).)
I just gave her that, and I'm watching her right now. She just fell asleep sitting there. There's nothing around her eyes or nostrils. She doesn't wheeze or cough or sneeze. She's just lethargic, not eating, and has a ton of mucus in her mouth. Help me please. She's my sweetest chicken and I love her!
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I checked down her throat for gapeworm, since I read that can cause it, but I saw nothing. I gave her vetRx today, rubbing it on her comb, nostrils, wattles, under her wings, and tried to put a drop in her mouth. I got a tablespoon filled with Greek yogurt, garlic, two drops nutridench, and a drop of the vetRX. She barely ate 1/2. It looked like It was hard for her to swallow because of the mucus that's in her throat and mouth. She takes bites of things and they just sit in the front of her beak and don't make it down her throat. She's rubbing her beak on the ground pretty frequently, and yesterday when I was cleaning her up I pulled off a ton of thick booger like mucus from her beak and the back of her mouth. (Yes it was disgusting and yes I washed my hands about 10 times after I did that (I still had a hard time eating dinner...).)
I just gave her that, and I'm watching her right now. She just fell asleep sitting there. There's nothing around her eyes or nostrils. She doesn't wheeze or cough or sneeze. She's just lethargic, not eating, and has a ton of mucus in her mouth. Help me please. She's my sweetest chicken and I love her!
2023.06.10 20:04 endersgame69 Kayobi's Days Off C24
I woke up in the morning to the smell of something cooking.
That was definitely off. I stretched out in my bed, “I’m finally going to be done with all that bothersome ‘work’.” I told myself with a smile on my face as I eased myself out of bed and rose to my feet.
A quick burning hot shower, and I was content, all was right with the world again.
I threw on my ‘outside clothes’ and emerged to find the cause of the odorous disturbance in my domicile…Celia was standing at an oven I’d never touched in my entire life.
“G’morning.” She said. She was still in her child sized shape, and dressed in something akin to pajamas… no, they ‘were’ pajamas. Ones covered in little animal patterns.
“Uh… yeah… it is, I guess, considering that I’m awake instead of asleep, I guess it’s fine but…” I yawned and rubbed the back of my head, “Why are you up so early, and what’s with…?” I looked her up and down.
“What’s with what?” She looked over her shoulder at me with a little smug expression on her face.
“This?!” I said and waved my other hand up and down in front of her.
“Oh.” Celia’s expression never wavered.
“Well, I did a little research on Earth after my last visit, not much, but I figured I should know how to dress at least.” She pinched the soft cloth of the yellow pajamas and gave them a little tug, “These really are comfortable, by the way, you were not wrong about humans being good at comfort.”
“And your… tiny self?” I asked, and she chuckled.
“Oh, well you are the one who said I was your niece, after all. So now I suppose I should play the part. Besides, you are a lot older than I am, by what, a few hundred years?” She asked. She spun around with spatula in hand and held it up at her side like a soldier’s sabre and struck a stiff pose. “As my senpai, I think that is the word, I must look to you for guidance and instruction, and rely on you to take care of me while I am unfamiliar with everything…”
She was not sounding like a normal swapper. Then it hit me, she was much younger than I am. Young swappers are often prone to adopting the characteristics of what they imitate, we all are, really, but the younger they are the more true this is.
Another sneaky suspicion struck me, “How long have you been awake for?” I asked.
“About six hours.” She said, “I’ve been binge watching a lot!” A giant grin came over her face. “I was watching this one thing about a boy who lived with two girls, one of whom was his sister and he didn’t know which one… all the shenanigans!”
“Oh.” I dragged my hand down over my face, “Celia, how long do you usually take on the forms of other races for?” I asked.
She tapped the tip of the spatula against her cheek, “Um, I don’t know, a few hours, just long enough to do a job, I don’t do my own scouting, I’m too new for that so… maybe a tenth of this time, why?”
“Oh my… um… can you… do something for me?” I asked.
“Like make breakfast? I’m already on it, aunt Kayobi!” She laughed and spun back around and began stirring something up in whatever pan was on the stovetop over the oven. “I saw this thing where a dragon girl kept making omletts and they were too big, so I decided to try my hand at making them. Thankfully you had some stuff I could sort of improvise… I don’t know much about taste but-” She was rambling, I had to cut her off.
“That’s fine.” I interjected, “But… hasn’t anyone ever told you that you shouldn’t ‘swap’ for this long without going back or at least going to something else?”
“Yes, but it’s no problem, this is a human body after all and humans are super easy. It’ll barely be an inconvenience to shift to anything else. After all, they’re sort of shaped like us, who knows, maybe they’ll evolve into swappers too one day, if that healing factor of theirs keeps improving at least.” Celia said, she didn’t see the concerned expression on my face.
‘This is not good. No, this is definitely not good. She took on the characteristics of a child, a human child, and those are reckless, negligent, have horrible survival instincts, and routinely dismiss danger or problems to an absurd degree. It would be exactly like a human child to neglect the obvious in favor of just doing nothing…plus she’s young so she’s even more vulnerable to these things…’ I had to suppress my groan.
If she couldn’t swap back, she couldn’t go back. Not in the ‘oh no she’ll die’ sense. Not in the ‘she’s violated a law sense and will be harshly punished’ sense either.
No… no. If word of this got back to the others, she would be absolutely disgraced and shamed beyond all reason. It’s not as embarrassing as say, waving back at someone who wasn’t waving at you. It’s a thousand times worst.
It’s more like… if a human lost control of their bowels at their job where friends and family worked. At that point you might as well quit, change your name, and start your life over in a whole new place in the world.
Celia would never be able to look at the rest of her coworkers again without a sense of disgrace… and I know Celia. She’s a nice one, sort of sensitive about even asking for help, kind of insecure, really. She wouldn’t be able to handle it, she’d have to quit.
I sat down at the table. “Celia, I want you to do something for me, and I don’t want you to panic.”
“I know, I know, you want some red peppers added on top of your omlett, don’t worry, I saw you didn’t have any, but I saved some from the pizza last night, they included a couple of packets. I didn’t throw them out, so I’ll just add those real quick to your omlet and…”
I cleared my throat. “No, no, that’s fine.” I said.
“Oh, then here you go.” She said and slid the omlet onto a paper plate and handed it to me along with one of my many plastic forks.
“I want…” I started to say, and she leaned forward, her dark hair tumbled down behind her, she was waiting for me to try her food.
I stopped. I looked down at the dish. It actually smelled really good. I usually cooked bacon in the microwave, it seemed she’d chosen to use the oven, and that paid off. I could smell the bacon inside, and my mouth began to water.
I cut into the yellow goodness and then raised a bite to my mouth, the cheese within stretched into tiny strings and I put the morsel onto my tongue.
Flavor exploded. “This is amazing!” I shouted.
She grinned ear to ear and waited for me to take a second bite. I stopped myself, I set the fork down and set my palms flat on the table. “No, no Kayobi, don’t get distracted.”
“What?” Celia asked, “You said it was good, right?” She asked.
“Yes… and it is. But I need you to do something else… something not food related.” I said, and her mouth closed before she could ask whatever was on her mind.
“Try to swap back to your natural form.” I said.
“But that’s-” She started to object.
“Just do it.” I said.
She shrugged. “Fine.” She breathed out the annoyed sigh of every teenager in the history of humanity.
I waited.
She looked down at her hand. Her feet. She looked at her reflection in the glass window on the wall. She gritted her teeth and clenched her jaw and began to grunt and groan.
“I…what…” Celia’s eyes went very wide, she kept trying.
But she also kept failing.
“I’m… stuck.” She whispered.
“Yup. Looks like.” I said, and she looked at me with an expression of horrified shame as if she’d shat herself in front of me.
I held up a hand to stop the horrified apologies or bawling or whatever.
“Relax, nobody else knows, I won’t tell anyone, and I’ll help you get back to normal.” I promised.
A few minutes later, I knew what tears of relief on a human looked like when she was asking…
“You’re really not going to tell anyone… you’re going to help me get back to normal and never say a thing, you promise?” She asked.
“Yes.” I answered.
“Thank you…” Celia whispered and began to wipe her nose, I shrugged off her thanks and took another bite of the omlet.
“Don’t worry about it but… can I have another one of these before we get to work?” I asked, and a smile slowly came back to her face as she got up to make another.
“Do you know how to fix this?” She asked.
“Nope. But I have a clue.” I said as she opened the fridge to get out more eggs, cheese, and bacon.
“How?” She asked tentatively, looking over her shoulder at me while she rummaged.
“We wing it.” I said, and for good measure, brought wings out of my back in the hopes of making her laugh.
It got a little one, and that was a start, at least.
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That was definitely off. I stretched out in my bed, “I’m finally going to be done with all that bothersome ‘work’.” I told myself with a smile on my face as I eased myself out of bed and rose to my feet.
A quick burning hot shower, and I was content, all was right with the world again.
I threw on my ‘outside clothes’ and emerged to find the cause of the odorous disturbance in my domicile…Celia was standing at an oven I’d never touched in my entire life.
“G’morning.” She said. She was still in her child sized shape, and dressed in something akin to pajamas… no, they ‘were’ pajamas. Ones covered in little animal patterns.
“Uh… yeah… it is, I guess, considering that I’m awake instead of asleep, I guess it’s fine but…” I yawned and rubbed the back of my head, “Why are you up so early, and what’s with…?” I looked her up and down.
“What’s with what?” She looked over her shoulder at me with a little smug expression on her face.
“This?!” I said and waved my other hand up and down in front of her.
“Oh.” Celia’s expression never wavered.
“Well, I did a little research on Earth after my last visit, not much, but I figured I should know how to dress at least.” She pinched the soft cloth of the yellow pajamas and gave them a little tug, “These really are comfortable, by the way, you were not wrong about humans being good at comfort.”
“And your… tiny self?” I asked, and she chuckled.
“Oh, well you are the one who said I was your niece, after all. So now I suppose I should play the part. Besides, you are a lot older than I am, by what, a few hundred years?” She asked. She spun around with spatula in hand and held it up at her side like a soldier’s sabre and struck a stiff pose. “As my senpai, I think that is the word, I must look to you for guidance and instruction, and rely on you to take care of me while I am unfamiliar with everything…”
She was not sounding like a normal swapper. Then it hit me, she was much younger than I am. Young swappers are often prone to adopting the characteristics of what they imitate, we all are, really, but the younger they are the more true this is.
Another sneaky suspicion struck me, “How long have you been awake for?” I asked.
“About six hours.” She said, “I’ve been binge watching a lot!” A giant grin came over her face. “I was watching this one thing about a boy who lived with two girls, one of whom was his sister and he didn’t know which one… all the shenanigans!”
“Oh.” I dragged my hand down over my face, “Celia, how long do you usually take on the forms of other races for?” I asked.
She tapped the tip of the spatula against her cheek, “Um, I don’t know, a few hours, just long enough to do a job, I don’t do my own scouting, I’m too new for that so… maybe a tenth of this time, why?”
“Oh my… um… can you… do something for me?” I asked.
“Like make breakfast? I’m already on it, aunt Kayobi!” She laughed and spun back around and began stirring something up in whatever pan was on the stovetop over the oven. “I saw this thing where a dragon girl kept making omletts and they were too big, so I decided to try my hand at making them. Thankfully you had some stuff I could sort of improvise… I don’t know much about taste but-” She was rambling, I had to cut her off.
“That’s fine.” I interjected, “But… hasn’t anyone ever told you that you shouldn’t ‘swap’ for this long without going back or at least going to something else?”
“Yes, but it’s no problem, this is a human body after all and humans are super easy. It’ll barely be an inconvenience to shift to anything else. After all, they’re sort of shaped like us, who knows, maybe they’ll evolve into swappers too one day, if that healing factor of theirs keeps improving at least.” Celia said, she didn’t see the concerned expression on my face.
‘This is not good. No, this is definitely not good. She took on the characteristics of a child, a human child, and those are reckless, negligent, have horrible survival instincts, and routinely dismiss danger or problems to an absurd degree. It would be exactly like a human child to neglect the obvious in favor of just doing nothing…plus she’s young so she’s even more vulnerable to these things…’ I had to suppress my groan.
If she couldn’t swap back, she couldn’t go back. Not in the ‘oh no she’ll die’ sense. Not in the ‘she’s violated a law sense and will be harshly punished’ sense either.
No… no. If word of this got back to the others, she would be absolutely disgraced and shamed beyond all reason. It’s not as embarrassing as say, waving back at someone who wasn’t waving at you. It’s a thousand times worst.
It’s more like… if a human lost control of their bowels at their job where friends and family worked. At that point you might as well quit, change your name, and start your life over in a whole new place in the world.
Celia would never be able to look at the rest of her coworkers again without a sense of disgrace… and I know Celia. She’s a nice one, sort of sensitive about even asking for help, kind of insecure, really. She wouldn’t be able to handle it, she’d have to quit.
I sat down at the table. “Celia, I want you to do something for me, and I don’t want you to panic.”
“I know, I know, you want some red peppers added on top of your omlett, don’t worry, I saw you didn’t have any, but I saved some from the pizza last night, they included a couple of packets. I didn’t throw them out, so I’ll just add those real quick to your omlet and…”
I cleared my throat. “No, no, that’s fine.” I said.
“Oh, then here you go.” She said and slid the omlet onto a paper plate and handed it to me along with one of my many plastic forks.
“I want…” I started to say, and she leaned forward, her dark hair tumbled down behind her, she was waiting for me to try her food.
I stopped. I looked down at the dish. It actually smelled really good. I usually cooked bacon in the microwave, it seemed she’d chosen to use the oven, and that paid off. I could smell the bacon inside, and my mouth began to water.
I cut into the yellow goodness and then raised a bite to my mouth, the cheese within stretched into tiny strings and I put the morsel onto my tongue.
Flavor exploded. “This is amazing!” I shouted.
She grinned ear to ear and waited for me to take a second bite. I stopped myself, I set the fork down and set my palms flat on the table. “No, no Kayobi, don’t get distracted.”
“What?” Celia asked, “You said it was good, right?” She asked.
“Yes… and it is. But I need you to do something else… something not food related.” I said, and her mouth closed before she could ask whatever was on her mind.
“Try to swap back to your natural form.” I said.
“But that’s-” She started to object.
“Just do it.” I said.
She shrugged. “Fine.” She breathed out the annoyed sigh of every teenager in the history of humanity.
I waited.
She looked down at her hand. Her feet. She looked at her reflection in the glass window on the wall. She gritted her teeth and clenched her jaw and began to grunt and groan.
“I…what…” Celia’s eyes went very wide, she kept trying.
But she also kept failing.
“I’m… stuck.” She whispered.
“Yup. Looks like.” I said, and she looked at me with an expression of horrified shame as if she’d shat herself in front of me.
I held up a hand to stop the horrified apologies or bawling or whatever.
“Relax, nobody else knows, I won’t tell anyone, and I’ll help you get back to normal.” I promised.
A few minutes later, I knew what tears of relief on a human looked like when she was asking…
“You’re really not going to tell anyone… you’re going to help me get back to normal and never say a thing, you promise?” She asked.
“Yes.” I answered.
“Thank you…” Celia whispered and began to wipe her nose, I shrugged off her thanks and took another bite of the omlet.
“Don’t worry about it but… can I have another one of these before we get to work?” I asked, and a smile slowly came back to her face as she got up to make another.
“Do you know how to fix this?” She asked.
“Nope. But I have a clue.” I said as she opened the fridge to get out more eggs, cheese, and bacon.
“How?” She asked tentatively, looking over her shoulder at me while she rummaged.
“We wing it.” I said, and for good measure, brought wings out of my back in the hopes of making her laugh.
It got a little one, and that was a start, at least.
2023.06.10 19:54 SwitchbladeLobotomy Always respect the forest when you go camping. (Part 2)
Part 1
It’s been a day, and still no sign of anyone coming by. I was really hoping to be writing this in the comfort of my home, but apparently there’s other plans for me.
I’ve been out of food and water, it’s all back at the campsite and I can’t rightly go back there.
I guess I’ll keep on reliving what was going on, maybe that’ll make time pass faster.
Ivy and I had dashed away into the woods, the late evening sun rushing through the trees alongside us. We heard the panicked yells and footfalls of our friends as they also fled, and we knew the ranger would likely be close behind us.
As fucked up as this is, I could only hope and pray that he’d follow after them instead of us.
We ran for what felt like an hour, but from the lack of darkness, I know it couldn’t have been that long. The sun was going down slowly, lazily, like it does in the summer. At least Ivy had killed the guy’s ATV, he’d have to follow on foot…
Although with how big the fucker was, his strides were probably long enough that was a negligible issue. Shit.
We stopped for a breather, the woods still eerily silent. We could no longer hear screams, or hurried footsteps. Just our breathing, trying as best we can to keep quiet.
After some time, we started moving again, slower now. The light was starting to fade, and we decided our best course of action was to try and walk back to the cars and go get help. Of course, there was hardly any signal at the cars, and absolutely none once we got into the woods proper, but we hoped we could get through to 911, if nothing else.
I looked to one side as I stood up, and on my left, I could see a phone flashlight cutting through the branches, bobbing with each step. From where it was being held, it likely wasn’t tall enough to be the officer. I squinted, and once it got a bit closer, I could make out the distraught features of Greg, Jeremy’s brother. His girlfriend, Loretta, was close behind. Both of them looked like they’d been crying, which was… understandable, I guess.
Greg looked at Ivy and I, squinting past his light. “You guys seen him?”
We both shook our heads, and Loretta rolled her eyes. “I told you we should just go, Greg.”
He snapped his head back to her, a glare on his face. “We all need to get out of here, babe. I don’t wanna leave anyone behind.”
Before Loretta could respond, the sound of metal scraping on metal was heard, like in a movie when a knife is pulled from a sheath. I turned my head again, and saw the large, imposing figure of the ranger.
He stood about ten feet off, holding a hatchet in one hand. “Hey, there, kiddos. Using lights at night in the forest can really disturb the local flora and fauna of this here forest.”
With that sentence that sounded straight out of a PSA, he Hurled the hatchet, the head of it finding purchase in Greg’s thigh. He let out a scream and collapsed to the ground, holding the handle of the small axe as he writhed on the ground. The ranger grinned, the last few rays of sunlight illuminating his face enough to let us see his sick joy at the turn of events.
Loretta screamed and bolted back in the way her and Greg had come, and he looked after her for only a moment, before looking at Ivy and I. “Go on, get the hell out of here! Go!”
Ivy hesitated for a moment, clearly wanting to help, but at the first footfall from the ranger, they nodded and took off, me following closely behind. As we took off, we could hear one last defiant shout from Greg.
“Fucking do it then! You goddamn freak! DO IT! Fucking ki-”
The word was cut off by the sound of impact on flesh, over and over. Eventually we ran far enough to escape the sound, and collapsed on the forest floor, breathing heavily.
We heard heavy footsteps treading, but not getting closer to us. They went parallel to us, eventually fading out into the night air.
We sat for about 20 minutes, listening for any sign of pursuit, or any sign of our friends. Right when we were about to get up and keep walking, we heard what sounded like a rope moving quickly? I can’t quite think of the words to describe it. It was close, we ran towards the sound and in about five minutes we saw Luke hanging upside-down from a tree, his bag resting on the ground near his head.
He looked at us as we approached, and quickly started shouting for help. Ivy and I both tried to shush him, but he wouldn’t listen, and we quickly heard the ranger making his way through the trees towards us again.
Luke seemed to realize what was coming, and he started screaming louder. Not for help, now, though. For Adam, for his mother, for God, anyone who could maybe hear him and send some giant eagles his way, so to speak.
The ranger emerged from the brush again, looking at his newly caught quarry with another grin. His uniform was stained with splatters of blood now, although his face was clean. His hatchet was tucked into his belt, now, and he was carrying a small bag on his back.
“Now, in this here forest we practice catch, tag, and release. These here snares are for catching, now I’ll tag, and then release.”
Luke tried to swing away from the man, but he reached behind the tree and pulled on a rope, and the snare gave suddenly, with Luke falling violently.
Due to his momentum in trying to swing away from the man, he didn’t land on his shoulder or have time to put his arms up to break his fall. He landed face first in the dirt, at a steep angle. His neck snapped, as did his back, and he folded over himself, his feet coming to rest near his head. His body gave one final shudder, and a wheezing, rattling gasp, before falling quiet.
The ranger cocked his head to one side, seemingly puzzled. I couldn’t help but think of a meme Ivy had sent me before this trip, asking why animals cock their heads when they see something strange.
What, does it make more sense at a 45 degree angle, bud?
The ranger coughed, still staring at Luke’s body. “Well. That, uh… Huh.”
He looked genuinely surprised, before shrugging and walking towards us.
Ivy, who’d been looking at Luke as well, a green tinge to their face, snapped their head up at the movement and bolted. I turned to watch them go, barely turning my head back to see the ranger swinging a fist at my head.
I yelped and dropped to my knees, barely dodging the swing. He snarled and tried to grab my hair, but I was able to dart between his legs and kick at the back of his left knee. He grunted and stumbled as I felt around wildly in the dirt. A solid stick, a rock, surely something here could help me…
The ranger stood back up, looming over me with a scowl. “Y’know, in this here forest we do our best to keep the paths clear. You’re not likely to find much that’ll help you bash my skull in, miss.”
He grabbed me by the shoulders and lifted me off the ground, dirt still between my fingers. Desperately, as he lifted me to his eye level, I ripped off his sunglasses with one hand, flinging dirt into his eyes with the other.
The ranger swore, dropping me and rubbing at his face. I took the opportunity and darted into the woods, in the general direction that I saw Ivy run.
Bedding down again for the night. Like I said, there’s barely any signal out here, all my calls have been dropping before they can get anywhere. Gonna try and conserve battery on my phone, keep my hazards on and hope that someone comes by.
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It’s been a day, and still no sign of anyone coming by. I was really hoping to be writing this in the comfort of my home, but apparently there’s other plans for me.
I’ve been out of food and water, it’s all back at the campsite and I can’t rightly go back there.
I guess I’ll keep on reliving what was going on, maybe that’ll make time pass faster.
Ivy and I had dashed away into the woods, the late evening sun rushing through the trees alongside us. We heard the panicked yells and footfalls of our friends as they also fled, and we knew the ranger would likely be close behind us.
As fucked up as this is, I could only hope and pray that he’d follow after them instead of us.
We ran for what felt like an hour, but from the lack of darkness, I know it couldn’t have been that long. The sun was going down slowly, lazily, like it does in the summer. At least Ivy had killed the guy’s ATV, he’d have to follow on foot…
Although with how big the fucker was, his strides were probably long enough that was a negligible issue. Shit.
We stopped for a breather, the woods still eerily silent. We could no longer hear screams, or hurried footsteps. Just our breathing, trying as best we can to keep quiet.
After some time, we started moving again, slower now. The light was starting to fade, and we decided our best course of action was to try and walk back to the cars and go get help. Of course, there was hardly any signal at the cars, and absolutely none once we got into the woods proper, but we hoped we could get through to 911, if nothing else.
I looked to one side as I stood up, and on my left, I could see a phone flashlight cutting through the branches, bobbing with each step. From where it was being held, it likely wasn’t tall enough to be the officer. I squinted, and once it got a bit closer, I could make out the distraught features of Greg, Jeremy’s brother. His girlfriend, Loretta, was close behind. Both of them looked like they’d been crying, which was… understandable, I guess.
Greg looked at Ivy and I, squinting past his light. “You guys seen him?”
We both shook our heads, and Loretta rolled her eyes. “I told you we should just go, Greg.”
He snapped his head back to her, a glare on his face. “We all need to get out of here, babe. I don’t wanna leave anyone behind.”
Before Loretta could respond, the sound of metal scraping on metal was heard, like in a movie when a knife is pulled from a sheath. I turned my head again, and saw the large, imposing figure of the ranger.
He stood about ten feet off, holding a hatchet in one hand. “Hey, there, kiddos. Using lights at night in the forest can really disturb the local flora and fauna of this here forest.”
With that sentence that sounded straight out of a PSA, he Hurled the hatchet, the head of it finding purchase in Greg’s thigh. He let out a scream and collapsed to the ground, holding the handle of the small axe as he writhed on the ground. The ranger grinned, the last few rays of sunlight illuminating his face enough to let us see his sick joy at the turn of events.
Loretta screamed and bolted back in the way her and Greg had come, and he looked after her for only a moment, before looking at Ivy and I. “Go on, get the hell out of here! Go!”
Ivy hesitated for a moment, clearly wanting to help, but at the first footfall from the ranger, they nodded and took off, me following closely behind. As we took off, we could hear one last defiant shout from Greg.
“Fucking do it then! You goddamn freak! DO IT! Fucking ki-”
The word was cut off by the sound of impact on flesh, over and over. Eventually we ran far enough to escape the sound, and collapsed on the forest floor, breathing heavily.
We heard heavy footsteps treading, but not getting closer to us. They went parallel to us, eventually fading out into the night air.
We sat for about 20 minutes, listening for any sign of pursuit, or any sign of our friends. Right when we were about to get up and keep walking, we heard what sounded like a rope moving quickly? I can’t quite think of the words to describe it. It was close, we ran towards the sound and in about five minutes we saw Luke hanging upside-down from a tree, his bag resting on the ground near his head.
He looked at us as we approached, and quickly started shouting for help. Ivy and I both tried to shush him, but he wouldn’t listen, and we quickly heard the ranger making his way through the trees towards us again.
Luke seemed to realize what was coming, and he started screaming louder. Not for help, now, though. For Adam, for his mother, for God, anyone who could maybe hear him and send some giant eagles his way, so to speak.
The ranger emerged from the brush again, looking at his newly caught quarry with another grin. His uniform was stained with splatters of blood now, although his face was clean. His hatchet was tucked into his belt, now, and he was carrying a small bag on his back.
“Now, in this here forest we practice catch, tag, and release. These here snares are for catching, now I’ll tag, and then release.”
Luke tried to swing away from the man, but he reached behind the tree and pulled on a rope, and the snare gave suddenly, with Luke falling violently.
Due to his momentum in trying to swing away from the man, he didn’t land on his shoulder or have time to put his arms up to break his fall. He landed face first in the dirt, at a steep angle. His neck snapped, as did his back, and he folded over himself, his feet coming to rest near his head. His body gave one final shudder, and a wheezing, rattling gasp, before falling quiet.
The ranger cocked his head to one side, seemingly puzzled. I couldn’t help but think of a meme Ivy had sent me before this trip, asking why animals cock their heads when they see something strange.
What, does it make more sense at a 45 degree angle, bud?
The ranger coughed, still staring at Luke’s body. “Well. That, uh… Huh.”
He looked genuinely surprised, before shrugging and walking towards us.
Ivy, who’d been looking at Luke as well, a green tinge to their face, snapped their head up at the movement and bolted. I turned to watch them go, barely turning my head back to see the ranger swinging a fist at my head.
I yelped and dropped to my knees, barely dodging the swing. He snarled and tried to grab my hair, but I was able to dart between his legs and kick at the back of his left knee. He grunted and stumbled as I felt around wildly in the dirt. A solid stick, a rock, surely something here could help me…
The ranger stood back up, looming over me with a scowl. “Y’know, in this here forest we do our best to keep the paths clear. You’re not likely to find much that’ll help you bash my skull in, miss.”
He grabbed me by the shoulders and lifted me off the ground, dirt still between my fingers. Desperately, as he lifted me to his eye level, I ripped off his sunglasses with one hand, flinging dirt into his eyes with the other.
The ranger swore, dropping me and rubbing at his face. I took the opportunity and darted into the woods, in the general direction that I saw Ivy run.
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Memory transcription subject: Martin Russo, Human Refugee
Date [standardized human time]: January 10th, 2137
Without the girls, life settles into a boring rut. I talk to them as much as I can on the pad, but they’re busy on Earth, hitting the ground running.
There’s been a lot of ground to cover before they’re caught up to where everyone else will be, particularly for Vilek. She’s often had to pull double-claws of studying, working her fluffy ass off to gain a baseline understanding of psychology in record time. Thiva’s classes on VP by contrast have prepared her well for humanity’s relatively simple technology.
That, and they’ve had to get used to Earth. Earth food, Earth culture, and a planet full of omnivores with forward-facing eyes. I’ve been doing what little I can to help coach and encourage them.
For my own part I’ve been restless. Given that I’m not able to look for a job yet, that physical therapy kicks my ass every other paw, and that I’ve got nothing to do other than look forward to a half-hour of chatting with my friends… I’ve started up on software again. It’s something I can do even while laying prone. Particularly since I have a way to write without using my hands.
What do I do with that, anyway? I can read minds. I can even use the raw data from a full brain scan to extract memories. There’s got to be something useful to do with this. It’s practically the only part of this entire debacle I haven’t bothered telling the UN about.
Honestly after what I’ve been through, I can’t imagine trusting them, or the Venlil government, with this. Bastards would be prosecuting thought-crime by the end of the week.
Jarkim’s opened his business a couple of weeks back. Without an actual office, since he plans to simply operate out of Slavik’s farm. As I understand they tolerate it as long as he also helps out in return for food and board. I hope the arrangement works out for the both of them.
I gave Jarkim some help with his online presence. He wasn’t initially sure about the black and white picture of him in a fedora and a tie, or about the business name “Jarkim Krakotl, Private Eye”. But as soon as humans heard about Venlil Prime’s only Krakotl detective they’ve ended up coming to him with their problems.
He sent me a picture of his first solved case, some runaway kid who got lost and reunited with her mother. He was still wearing the hat. No tie, though.
Today is my paw off from Chasa’s torments, and it coincides with the launch of another exciting new business venture. So I take the time to visit Mosun.
“Hey Martin! Hold on a minute!” I see the Yotul wrangling a bunch of foam mats around the large, empty room. And its wall-length mirror. Fittingly the place look like the midway point between a dance studio and a martial arts dojo, except for the soft and spongy floor. It’s meant to safeguard against falls.
I glance around the room while he huffs and plops the last few ones down. There’s perhaps thirty-five or forty foam mats scattered on the floor. “So are you being optimistic, or did you get a good reception?”
He looks at me, bouncing with excitement. Though his ears signal a bit of nervousness. “Five Yotul have signed up so far! That’s almost half the Yotul in the entire town! And almost twenty humans! Hanya’s bringing a couple of Gojid friends too, and we’ve got a few Venlil coming along with their humans… Oh, and an Iftali, that was a surprise. Honestly I may be a little in over my head here; I’ve never taught crowds before! I’m not even sure how much will translate across species!”
“So you’ll be learning on the job. I have complete faith in you. Are the Exterminators going to give you any trouble?”
He barks a laugh. “Hah! No, Jarkim had a talk with the magister. I got permission from Vaska’s office to teach the classes in the name of cultural preservation, so those motherfuckers can’t touch me!”
I laugh as well. “You might need to censor your language a bit as a teacher.”
“Combat Dancing is about honesty and expression, Martin. If I can’t live it, how am I supposed to teach it?”
Well, he got me there. “Anything I can do to help?”
He glances at me, his voice gets a little uncomfortable. “Um, I don’t know. Can you carry heavy stuff right now?”
I shrug. “Probably not, no.”
“Then I’ll be fine. You’re not interested in taking the class?”
“I think my dancing days are over, for the foreseeable future.” I wryly lift my cane and wave it as a small reminder. It’s wood, and I’m quite fond of it. Chasa found a Venlil craftsman who wanted to be the first to make one for a human, and he made it out of the wood of some kind of tree called Lampan. The color reminds me of mahogany.
His ears droop a bit. “Ah yeah. How permanent is that looking?”
I shrug. “Finger dexterity on the right hand’s likely never going to be the same, but I’ll be able to play video games. Left arm should recover enough for daily use. Leg should get a full range of motion, but I won’t be going jogging. Thankfully I look dignified with a cane.”
He wags his tail teasingly and cocks his head as he regards me. “Do you? …Must be a human thing.”
“Piss off. Mind if I sit in on the class?”
“Of course not!”
Turns out first class of Yotul Combat Dancing is a quick demonstration, and then Mosun talking to the quite large and varied crowd. He talks about the history and cultural significance of Combat Dances to the Yotul, the philosophical underpinnings of the artform, and the mentality to be cultivated in practitioners.
Everyone is listening with rapt attention, and a few of the humans are even taking notes. When he opens the floor for questions, a Venlil asks “Isn’t this an expression of Predator Disease?”
To which Mosun answers “No. Next question?”
Which is honestly as much of a response as that warrants.
I talk with Hanya briefly after the class. She says that she’s been diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, and that human therapy is helping her out. She even talks excitedly about piloting shuttles again, someday soon. I’m glad for her.
Once I get back to the house, there’s a man in a suit waiting for me. He’s tall, bald, and has very dark skin. I don’t recognize him. He extends his hand toward me, and I shake it. He speaks English with an African accent, instead of letting the translator handle it. I’d guess western Africa, but I’m hardly an expert. “Bamidele Adeyemi.”
“Martin Russo. Can I help you?”
He indicates the door. “May I come in?”
“Sure. My Venlil hosts aren’t home right now.”
“Of course.”
Once he’s been let in, and I’ve given him something to drink, I wait patiently for him to explain his presence.
“I am the UN liason to the district magister’s office.”
I keep my tone neutral and politely curious. “What happened to Robert McGinley?”
He keeps his tone neutral too, but friendly. He smiles at me. “It was decided that he should be replaced.”
Oh no. Anyway. “Alright. But… No offense mister Adeyemi, but why are you here?”
He takes out a pad. “I have some documents that the UN and the District Magister would like you to sign.”
I sigh inwardly and make a quite heroic effort to not sigh outwardly. I look at the pad briefly anyway. As I expected, it’s about making myself legally liable should I speak up about what I’ve gone through. “I’m afraid you are wasting your time. McGinley told me to sign papers like this too, and I told him ‘no’.”
He nods, entirely unsurprised. “I understand you signed similar documents over a smaller… altercation with the Exterminators. Why the difference of response, if I may ask?”
“Because the first time he threatened to have me thrown out of the refugee center if I didn’t.”
Bamidele’s eyes widen briefly. “I see. That does explain why you told him to ‘fuck off’.”
“Yes.” I pause briefly. “…You’ve been polite enough that I don’t want to use the same language. But.”
He laughs briefly. “Haha, yes, I understand. Different circumstances, yes? My predecessor tried the stick. I am here to try the carrot. So tell me, mister Russo, what will it take for you to sign?”
“There’s nothing that…” I pause.
I sit down. I’m briefly quiet. I miss my friends so goddamn much. I swallow, mouth feeling dry as I tentatively reach for the proffered lifeline. “I… hear Sweden’s lovely this time of year.”
He flashes his teeth at me in a broad smile and chuckles pleasantly. “Hehe, I thought you might say that. But… You do realize it is January?”
Date [standardized human time]: January 12th, 2137
The thought of leaving this wretched planet and its wretched food and its wretched government and its wretched ever-present sun makes me feel like I’m already back in Earth’s lighter gravity.
I ended up paying Chasa back for all the pain and suffering she inflicted on me: The largest gift basket I could find online, filled with fruits, candies, and preserves of both Zurulian and human origin.
When I wake up at the start of the paw, my arch-nemesis has sent me two pictures. The first one is a schedule to keep for the next couple of months. In the second picture she’s put pillows and blankets in the basket and is using it as a bed, a paw raised in goodbye.
If the medi-teddies ever learn to weaponize their cuteness, humanity is in real trouble.
Packing is easy. I don’t have a lot. A band shirt from when I went to see ‘Where Angels Fear’, a few bad sketches of fruit, my dad's chess set, my pad, and a neural scanner.
Date [standardized human time]: January 13th, 2137
The space flight actually lands directly in Sweden, somewhere north of the polar circle at a place called Esrange. I immediately realize that winter’s back on the menu, as the cold makes my left leg and arm ache like hell. It’s the dead of night, too… But I’ve missed night. So has everyone else, as despite the cold people are walking straight out into the snow to just stare up into the starry sky and stare in open awe at the sky, where the stars form a backdrop for the northern lights. I join them.
A poetic whimsy falls over me, making me grin at the cheesiness. It’s like the sky itself is welcoming us back home.
From Esrange we take cars to Kiruna, Sweden’s northernmost city. From there it’s a long train ride south. I’ve gotten a sleeper cabin. With the generous stipend from the UN, I have no need to scrimp.
Even so, it takes significantly longer to travel 1400 kilometers across Sweden than it did to travel 16 light-years from Gliese 832. I’ve got almost twenty hours to appreciate the irony.
Date [standardized human time]: January 14th, 2137
I’m met at the train station in Lund by a man holding a sign with my name on it. His car takes me directly to the university. Everything feels very… ordinary, except I’m a bit dazed at having so many humans around me again.
We arrive a little before 8 in the morning. Excited students scurry to and fro, eager and hopeful for the first day of spring term. The driver is named Markus, and very kindly helps me find my way to my meeting. I’m left outside a door, standing around awkwardly.
The man I’m meeting with is Jonas Falck, and he’s the head of the department of computer science. While the UN has ‘encouraged’ the university to take me in despite it being so close to the term start, the decision remains with him.
I really wanted to see the girls first, but the meeting time was set for me. I desperately wish I had thought to shave beforehand. I’ve been using my beard to hide my weak chin, but it probably looks more unprofessional than-
“Hey, are you Martin Russo?”
Ah, I see.
Mister Falck is holding two cups of coffee and offers one of them to me with a smile. He’s got a full beard, a full belly, hair past his shoulders, and a pink hawaiian shirt to go with his khaki shorts and flip-flops. This man is clearly one of the most talented professionals working in the field today.
“So, do you mind if I ask…” He motions to my cane while I take a seat.
“How that happened?”
“Yes.”
“That’s classified. I’m not even joking.”
He nods once, like that was more or less what he expected to hear. He leans back in his chair, which creaks a bit, and takes a slow drink from his coffee while reading on his computer. “So you studied at Columbia University before the Bombing?”
“Yes.”
“And your family lived in New York?”
“Yes.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.” He doesn’t say it unkindly, but he does say it as rote. ‘Oh you’re from one of the places that doesn’t exist anymore? Sorry to hear that.’
I nod awkwardly. “Yes.”
“And you were focusing on studying brain-computer interfacing?”
I feel like a recording. “Yes.”
“It’s very uncommon to add a student this late. The term begins today.”
“Yes.”
“We can’t provide housing for you on such a short notice, for one.”
“I have that handled, sir.”
He scrunches his face up. “Jonas, please. Americans are so formal.”
“Alright, er, Jonas.”
“So, Martin, what I’m asking for is a reason. To take you in right now, I mean, instead of next year.”
I nod. This is thankfully something I had planned for. My hand slips into my pocket, fingering the box holding the scanner electrodes. “Well, Jonas… I think there’s something you should take a look at.”
Handling paperwork and basic orientation takes most of the morning. I manage to get morning-and-evening classes to share my time off with the lambchops. That only works because most people don’t want evening classes. Evenings are for partying if you’re a student, so late classes are mostly for adults with jobs.
I end up standing around nervously by the entrance to the university building, counting down the time. I watch people passing by as calmly as I can, still checking my pad every minute or so for any messages and jerking my head around like a bird at anything that’s even a bit of a shade of gray.
I can tell the alien girls are coming even before I see them, since everyone is glancing curiously their way. I straighten my back and shift my weight from foot to foot. I feel like a dog at an airport, waiting for the return of its owner.
They’re looking around as I see them, and Thiva’s the first to spot me. Her ears perk up and Vilek immediately looks to me as well. As they speed up into a sprint, I’m a bit surprised to see them both wearing clothes. Both girls are wearing custom boots made to fit their digitigrade legs.
They’re both wearing coveralls, Vilek’s in a hospital teal and Thiva’s in a bright red. It’s been explained to me that many at the university have a student culture of wearing colorful coveralls that they decorate with patches, called ‘Ovve’, and that Thiva’s red marks her as a mechanical engineering student. Vileks’s teal, presumably, mark her as studying healthcare. Or specifically therapy, perhaps. I need to look it up.
Seeing as computer science students are apparently expected to wear pink ones, I’m thinking I might sit out this grand and colorful tradition. On the other hand according to the Internet it’s an informal rule to cut a bit from the ‘Ovve’ of anyone you’ve exchanged body fluids with and patch it onto your own. So I suppose I could be convinced.
The girls collide with me, thankfully gently. Their tails are wagging like crazy out of the back of their outfits, and they’re clinging to me. I inhale deeply, take in the distinct and pleasant scent of my cute Venlil friends, and cling to them as well. My fingers stroke through their thick fur, and I hear their happy wordless bleating and whistling.
I close my eyes and enjoy the moment, not giving one whit for the passersby watching the scene.
“Oh, girls, I-” Vilek punches me in the arm unexpectedly. The right one, thankfully.
“Ow!”
Even though her ears signal joy and her tail is wagging, her voice is still stern. “We learned what ‘lambchops’ means!”
Ah.
The student flat isn’t very expansive, but it’s larger than the one we shared on Venlil Prime. Probably because humans are just plain larger.
It’s currently sparsely furnished. There’s a couple of desks, a couch, a table, a beanbag chair, and a bunk bed. I take my shoes off in the hallway, as the girls do. When in Lund.
They help me unpack. There’s not a lot, but they had already set aside a little corner for me. I’ve got the beanbag chair instead of a desk, which I’m perfectly fine with.
I sigh and lean against a wall briefly. “I’m… so glad to be home.”
Thiva turns her head a little, flicking an ear in question. “You missed being on Earth?”
I chuckle, and pinch her ear-tip lightly. I lean over to give Vilek one too, for fairness. It earns me a pair of bleeps from them, and I go on the offensive to rub their heads and scratch their ears and do everything I can to make the lambchops squeal happily. They thankfully oblige. “I missed being with my herd.”
My friends are safe, they’re here with me, and we all have paths forward. I’ve fought and bled for this opportunity. I’m allowed to enjoy it.
I sit down on the couch with a quiet groan of satisfaction, finally getting to put my cane aside. “So, girls… how are you feeling about Earth so far?”
They grumble immediately. “It is so freaking cold!” “Snow! We do not like the snow!”
“It’s only for another couple of… Months.” They’re undressing right in front of me. I am left briefly stunned.
Oh right they don’t normally wear clothes.
Reminding myself of that doesn’t help. The context is what it is. They’re my best friends and my two favorite girls and they’re stripping naked before me.
My brain fails me. “…Okay, so, uhh. Um. Hmmh. Huh.”
Mother of God there’s nothing different! They’re naked. They’re always naked! It hasn’t been a problem on VP, it won’t be a problem here! Man up!
I take a deep and steadying breath and resolutely refuse to think of patches of white and red on a set of pink coveralls, with pink patches on their matching ones.
“I guess we should… buy some food? And some clothes for me to use? And…”
And they turn their heads toward me, staring at me with one eye each. Side by side. Making me feel like I'm being stared down by a single creature. One with forward-facing eyes. And an orange blush.
They take slow steps closer. Thiva speaks first with an amused lilt to her voice. “Or maybe this is a good time to talk. You know, about the house rules.”
Vilek speaks as well, moving her tail sinuously in a teasing motion. “Relationship statuses.”
Thiva comes in with the finisher, practically purring. “Sleeping arrangements.”
Ah.
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Memory transcription subject: Martin Russo, Human Refugee
Date [standardized human time]: January 10th, 2137
Without the girls, life settles into a boring rut. I talk to them as much as I can on the pad, but they’re busy on Earth, hitting the ground running.
There’s been a lot of ground to cover before they’re caught up to where everyone else will be, particularly for Vilek. She’s often had to pull double-claws of studying, working her fluffy ass off to gain a baseline understanding of psychology in record time. Thiva’s classes on VP by contrast have prepared her well for humanity’s relatively simple technology.
That, and they’ve had to get used to Earth. Earth food, Earth culture, and a planet full of omnivores with forward-facing eyes. I’ve been doing what little I can to help coach and encourage them.
For my own part I’ve been restless. Given that I’m not able to look for a job yet, that physical therapy kicks my ass every other paw, and that I’ve got nothing to do other than look forward to a half-hour of chatting with my friends… I’ve started up on software again. It’s something I can do even while laying prone. Particularly since I have a way to write without using my hands.
What do I do with that, anyway? I can read minds. I can even use the raw data from a full brain scan to extract memories. There’s got to be something useful to do with this. It’s practically the only part of this entire debacle I haven’t bothered telling the UN about.
Honestly after what I’ve been through, I can’t imagine trusting them, or the Venlil government, with this. Bastards would be prosecuting thought-crime by the end of the week.
Jarkim’s opened his business a couple of weeks back. Without an actual office, since he plans to simply operate out of Slavik’s farm. As I understand they tolerate it as long as he also helps out in return for food and board. I hope the arrangement works out for the both of them.
I gave Jarkim some help with his online presence. He wasn’t initially sure about the black and white picture of him in a fedora and a tie, or about the business name “Jarkim Krakotl, Private Eye”. But as soon as humans heard about Venlil Prime’s only Krakotl detective they’ve ended up coming to him with their problems.
He sent me a picture of his first solved case, some runaway kid who got lost and reunited with her mother. He was still wearing the hat. No tie, though.
Today is my paw off from Chasa’s torments, and it coincides with the launch of another exciting new business venture. So I take the time to visit Mosun.
“Hey Martin! Hold on a minute!” I see the Yotul wrangling a bunch of foam mats around the large, empty room. And its wall-length mirror. Fittingly the place look like the midway point between a dance studio and a martial arts dojo, except for the soft and spongy floor. It’s meant to safeguard against falls.
I glance around the room while he huffs and plops the last few ones down. There’s perhaps thirty-five or forty foam mats scattered on the floor. “So are you being optimistic, or did you get a good reception?”
He looks at me, bouncing with excitement. Though his ears signal a bit of nervousness. “Five Yotul have signed up so far! That’s almost half the Yotul in the entire town! And almost twenty humans! Hanya’s bringing a couple of Gojid friends too, and we’ve got a few Venlil coming along with their humans… Oh, and an Iftali, that was a surprise. Honestly I may be a little in over my head here; I’ve never taught crowds before! I’m not even sure how much will translate across species!”
“So you’ll be learning on the job. I have complete faith in you. Are the Exterminators going to give you any trouble?”
He barks a laugh. “Hah! No, Jarkim had a talk with the magister. I got permission from Vaska’s office to teach the classes in the name of cultural preservation, so those motherfuckers can’t touch me!”
I laugh as well. “You might need to censor your language a bit as a teacher.”
“Combat Dancing is about honesty and expression, Martin. If I can’t live it, how am I supposed to teach it?”
Well, he got me there. “Anything I can do to help?”
He glances at me, his voice gets a little uncomfortable. “Um, I don’t know. Can you carry heavy stuff right now?”
I shrug. “Probably not, no.”
“Then I’ll be fine. You’re not interested in taking the class?”
“I think my dancing days are over, for the foreseeable future.” I wryly lift my cane and wave it as a small reminder. It’s wood, and I’m quite fond of it. Chasa found a Venlil craftsman who wanted to be the first to make one for a human, and he made it out of the wood of some kind of tree called Lampan. The color reminds me of mahogany.
His ears droop a bit. “Ah yeah. How permanent is that looking?”
I shrug. “Finger dexterity on the right hand’s likely never going to be the same, but I’ll be able to play video games. Left arm should recover enough for daily use. Leg should get a full range of motion, but I won’t be going jogging. Thankfully I look dignified with a cane.”
He wags his tail teasingly and cocks his head as he regards me. “Do you? …Must be a human thing.”
“Piss off. Mind if I sit in on the class?”
“Of course not!”
Turns out first class of Yotul Combat Dancing is a quick demonstration, and then Mosun talking to the quite large and varied crowd. He talks about the history and cultural significance of Combat Dances to the Yotul, the philosophical underpinnings of the artform, and the mentality to be cultivated in practitioners.
Everyone is listening with rapt attention, and a few of the humans are even taking notes. When he opens the floor for questions, a Venlil asks “Isn’t this an expression of Predator Disease?”
To which Mosun answers “No. Next question?”
Which is honestly as much of a response as that warrants.
I talk with Hanya briefly after the class. She says that she’s been diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, and that human therapy is helping her out. She even talks excitedly about piloting shuttles again, someday soon. I’m glad for her.
Once I get back to the house, there’s a man in a suit waiting for me. He’s tall, bald, and has very dark skin. I don’t recognize him. He extends his hand toward me, and I shake it. He speaks English with an African accent, instead of letting the translator handle it. I’d guess western Africa, but I’m hardly an expert. “Bamidele Adeyemi.”
“Martin Russo. Can I help you?”
He indicates the door. “May I come in?”
“Sure. My Venlil hosts aren’t home right now.”
“Of course.”
Once he’s been let in, and I’ve given him something to drink, I wait patiently for him to explain his presence.
“I am the UN liason to the district magister’s office.”
I keep my tone neutral and politely curious. “What happened to Robert McGinley?”
He keeps his tone neutral too, but friendly. He smiles at me. “It was decided that he should be replaced.”
Oh no. Anyway. “Alright. But… No offense mister Adeyemi, but why are you here?”
He takes out a pad. “I have some documents that the UN and the District Magister would like you to sign.”
I sigh inwardly and make a quite heroic effort to not sigh outwardly. I look at the pad briefly anyway. As I expected, it’s about making myself legally liable should I speak up about what I’ve gone through. “I’m afraid you are wasting your time. McGinley told me to sign papers like this too, and I told him ‘no’.”
He nods, entirely unsurprised. “I understand you signed similar documents over a smaller… altercation with the Exterminators. Why the difference of response, if I may ask?”
“Because the first time he threatened to have me thrown out of the refugee center if I didn’t.”
Bamidele’s eyes widen briefly. “I see. That does explain why you told him to ‘fuck off’.”
“Yes.” I pause briefly. “…You’ve been polite enough that I don’t want to use the same language. But.”
He laughs briefly. “Haha, yes, I understand. Different circumstances, yes? My predecessor tried the stick. I am here to try the carrot. So tell me, mister Russo, what will it take for you to sign?”
“There’s nothing that…” I pause.
I sit down. I’m briefly quiet. I miss my friends so goddamn much. I swallow, mouth feeling dry as I tentatively reach for the proffered lifeline. “I… hear Sweden’s lovely this time of year.”
He flashes his teeth at me in a broad smile and chuckles pleasantly. “Hehe, I thought you might say that. But… You do realize it is January?”
Date [standardized human time]: January 12th, 2137
The thought of leaving this wretched planet and its wretched food and its wretched government and its wretched ever-present sun makes me feel like I’m already back in Earth’s lighter gravity.
I ended up paying Chasa back for all the pain and suffering she inflicted on me: The largest gift basket I could find online, filled with fruits, candies, and preserves of both Zurulian and human origin.
When I wake up at the start of the paw, my arch-nemesis has sent me two pictures. The first one is a schedule to keep for the next couple of months. In the second picture she’s put pillows and blankets in the basket and is using it as a bed, a paw raised in goodbye.
If the medi-teddies ever learn to weaponize their cuteness, humanity is in real trouble.
Packing is easy. I don’t have a lot. A band shirt from when I went to see ‘Where Angels Fear’, a few bad sketches of fruit, my dad's chess set, my pad, and a neural scanner.
Date [standardized human time]: January 13th, 2137
The space flight actually lands directly in Sweden, somewhere north of the polar circle at a place called Esrange. I immediately realize that winter’s back on the menu, as the cold makes my left leg and arm ache like hell. It’s the dead of night, too… But I’ve missed night. So has everyone else, as despite the cold people are walking straight out into the snow to just stare up into the starry sky and stare in open awe at the sky, where the stars form a backdrop for the northern lights. I join them.
A poetic whimsy falls over me, making me grin at the cheesiness. It’s like the sky itself is welcoming us back home.
From Esrange we take cars to Kiruna, Sweden’s northernmost city. From there it’s a long train ride south. I’ve gotten a sleeper cabin. With the generous stipend from the UN, I have no need to scrimp.
Even so, it takes significantly longer to travel 1400 kilometers across Sweden than it did to travel 16 light-years from Gliese 832. I’ve got almost twenty hours to appreciate the irony.
Date [standardized human time]: January 14th, 2137
I’m met at the train station in Lund by a man holding a sign with my name on it. His car takes me directly to the university. Everything feels very… ordinary, except I’m a bit dazed at having so many humans around me again.
We arrive a little before 8 in the morning. Excited students scurry to and fro, eager and hopeful for the first day of spring term. The driver is named Markus, and very kindly helps me find my way to my meeting. I’m left outside a door, standing around awkwardly.
The man I’m meeting with is Jonas Falck, and he’s the head of the department of computer science. While the UN has ‘encouraged’ the university to take me in despite it being so close to the term start, the decision remains with him.
I really wanted to see the girls first, but the meeting time was set for me. I desperately wish I had thought to shave beforehand. I’ve been using my beard to hide my weak chin, but it probably looks more unprofessional than-
“Hey, are you Martin Russo?”
Ah, I see.
Mister Falck is holding two cups of coffee and offers one of them to me with a smile. He’s got a full beard, a full belly, hair past his shoulders, and a pink hawaiian shirt to go with his khaki shorts and flip-flops. This man is clearly one of the most talented professionals working in the field today.
“So, do you mind if I ask…” He motions to my cane while I take a seat.
“How that happened?”
“Yes.”
“That’s classified. I’m not even joking.”
He nods once, like that was more or less what he expected to hear. He leans back in his chair, which creaks a bit, and takes a slow drink from his coffee while reading on his computer. “So you studied at Columbia University before the Bombing?”
“Yes.”
“And your family lived in New York?”
“Yes.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.” He doesn’t say it unkindly, but he does say it as rote. ‘Oh you’re from one of the places that doesn’t exist anymore? Sorry to hear that.’
I nod awkwardly. “Yes.”
“And you were focusing on studying brain-computer interfacing?”
I feel like a recording. “Yes.”
“It’s very uncommon to add a student this late. The term begins today.”
“Yes.”
“We can’t provide housing for you on such a short notice, for one.”
“I have that handled, sir.”
He scrunches his face up. “Jonas, please. Americans are so formal.”
“Alright, er, Jonas.”
“So, Martin, what I’m asking for is a reason. To take you in right now, I mean, instead of next year.”
I nod. This is thankfully something I had planned for. My hand slips into my pocket, fingering the box holding the scanner electrodes. “Well, Jonas… I think there’s something you should take a look at.”
Handling paperwork and basic orientation takes most of the morning. I manage to get morning-and-evening classes to share my time off with the lambchops. That only works because most people don’t want evening classes. Evenings are for partying if you’re a student, so late classes are mostly for adults with jobs.
I end up standing around nervously by the entrance to the university building, counting down the time. I watch people passing by as calmly as I can, still checking my pad every minute or so for any messages and jerking my head around like a bird at anything that’s even a bit of a shade of gray.
I can tell the alien girls are coming even before I see them, since everyone is glancing curiously their way. I straighten my back and shift my weight from foot to foot. I feel like a dog at an airport, waiting for the return of its owner.
They’re looking around as I see them, and Thiva’s the first to spot me. Her ears perk up and Vilek immediately looks to me as well. As they speed up into a sprint, I’m a bit surprised to see them both wearing clothes. Both girls are wearing custom boots made to fit their digitigrade legs.
They’re both wearing coveralls, Vilek’s in a hospital teal and Thiva’s in a bright red. It’s been explained to me that many at the university have a student culture of wearing colorful coveralls that they decorate with patches, called ‘Ovve’, and that Thiva’s red marks her as a mechanical engineering student. Vileks’s teal, presumably, mark her as studying healthcare. Or specifically therapy, perhaps. I need to look it up.
Seeing as computer science students are apparently expected to wear pink ones, I’m thinking I might sit out this grand and colorful tradition. On the other hand according to the Internet it’s an informal rule to cut a bit from the ‘Ovve’ of anyone you’ve exchanged body fluids with and patch it onto your own. So I suppose I could be convinced.
The girls collide with me, thankfully gently. Their tails are wagging like crazy out of the back of their outfits, and they’re clinging to me. I inhale deeply, take in the distinct and pleasant scent of my cute Venlil friends, and cling to them as well. My fingers stroke through their thick fur, and I hear their happy wordless bleating and whistling.
I close my eyes and enjoy the moment, not giving one whit for the passersby watching the scene.
“Oh, girls, I-” Vilek punches me in the arm unexpectedly. The right one, thankfully.
“Ow!”
Even though her ears signal joy and her tail is wagging, her voice is still stern. “We learned what ‘lambchops’ means!”
Ah.
The student flat isn’t very expansive, but it’s larger than the one we shared on Venlil Prime. Probably because humans are just plain larger.
It’s currently sparsely furnished. There’s a couple of desks, a couch, a table, a beanbag chair, and a bunk bed. I take my shoes off in the hallway, as the girls do. When in Lund.
They help me unpack. There’s not a lot, but they had already set aside a little corner for me. I’ve got the beanbag chair instead of a desk, which I’m perfectly fine with.
I sigh and lean against a wall briefly. “I’m… so glad to be home.”
Thiva turns her head a little, flicking an ear in question. “You missed being on Earth?”
I chuckle, and pinch her ear-tip lightly. I lean over to give Vilek one too, for fairness. It earns me a pair of bleeps from them, and I go on the offensive to rub their heads and scratch their ears and do everything I can to make the lambchops squeal happily. They thankfully oblige. “I missed being with my herd.”
My friends are safe, they’re here with me, and we all have paths forward. I’ve fought and bled for this opportunity. I’m allowed to enjoy it.
I sit down on the couch with a quiet groan of satisfaction, finally getting to put my cane aside. “So, girls… how are you feeling about Earth so far?”
They grumble immediately. “It is so freaking cold!” “Snow! We do not like the snow!”
“It’s only for another couple of… Months.” They’re undressing right in front of me. I am left briefly stunned.
Oh right they don’t normally wear clothes.
Reminding myself of that doesn’t help. The context is what it is. They’re my best friends and my two favorite girls and they’re stripping naked before me.
My brain fails me. “…Okay, so, uhh. Um. Hmmh. Huh.”
Mother of God there’s nothing different! They’re naked. They’re always naked! It hasn’t been a problem on VP, it won’t be a problem here! Man up!
I take a deep and steadying breath and resolutely refuse to think of patches of white and red on a set of pink coveralls, with pink patches on their matching ones.
“I guess we should… buy some food? And some clothes for me to use? And…”
And they turn their heads toward me, staring at me with one eye each. Side by side. Making me feel like I'm being stared down by a single creature. One with forward-facing eyes. And an orange blush.
They take slow steps closer. Thiva speaks first with an amused lilt to her voice. “Or maybe this is a good time to talk. You know, about the house rules.”
Vilek speaks as well, moving her tail sinuously in a teasing motion. “Relationship statuses.”
Thiva comes in with the finisher, practically purring. “Sleeping arrangements.”
Ah.
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2023.06.10 19:34 Shaywave08 How do I get my dog to stop barking at me?
He's a 17mo old standard poodle. I've had him just shy of two weeks. He was rehomed to us by a friend of my kid. So my kid knows this dog and already had a bond with him. (He was loved and well taken care of in his piror home).
A few examples:
I'm on the phone and my kid is watching TV. Dog comes up to me and sits next to me and starts barking at me. Son notices and calls dog to him and dog keeps barking at me. My kid grabs a ball and calls for dog, dog continues barking at me. My kid throws the ball across the room and says dogs name and finally he stops barking at me and engages in playtime with my kid.
This morning I drive to the park (about 5 minutes) and I take dog for a 40 minute walk. Back in car for 5 minute ride back home. Once back home I throw the ball around with him when he lets me grab it, he loves to grab it first most of the time, so i grab it when i can and we continue this for about 10 minutes. Then I decide to drink my coffee and watch the news. I grab his yak stick (he has shown on and off interest in this) and hand it to him. He takes it, puts it down and walks over to me, sits right next to me, stares in my face, and barks. So I think, oh I haven't filled his food bowl. I go and do that and then I'm standing at the fridge getting water to pour into his water bowl and he comes up to me and starts barking at me. I ignore and pour his water. I go sit back down and he's right there barking at me. I go and get one of his frozen treat toys (similar to the kong but shaped different). It's filled with PB, greek yogurt, and pumpkin. He takes it and goes to work on it for about 20 minutes and then he's right back next to me barking. I try petting him and talking to him, rubbing him down, telling him he's a good boy, etc. When I do this he will scoot back to where I can't reach him and continue to bark. After that he will get close to me again while barking and put his paw on my lap. So I get up, walk into the kitchen and start unloading my dishwasher. He wanders off for a minute, and then lays down by front door. I finish the dishwasher and then go back to sit down in living room and he follows me and starts barking at me. He brings me his stuffed squeaky toy. We play tug of war with it for a bit and then I throw it, he retrieves it a few times and then the last time i throw it he just looks at it, then looks at me and starts barking at me again. I think maybe he wants to go out back so I open the door, he wonders around the deck for a few seconds and then comes back in. Barks at me again. I get up and give him his dental chewy. He takes it and works on that for about 15 minutes. He comes up to me after and barks at me. I get up and start moving around, doing busy work so he goes and lays next to the door and starts napping. Continues to nap for about an hour until my kid comes down and he jumps up out of his sleep. This whole process of him barking at me and me trying to drink my coffee and watch the news was about 1.5 hours. I know poodles need a lot of enrichment and exercise, but it seems like if he's not actively engaging in some activity he's barking at me. Don't dogs ever just chill and hang out? He's a great dog and we all love him, but his barking at me is starting to stress me out.
On school mornings I get up in the monring and I give him lots of hellos, petting, talking to him, etc. We go out back immediately so he can potty. Sometimes I have to use the bathroom real quick before I take him out back, he sits at the bathroom door and barks at me. We go out back and I'll throw the ball around to him, he'll go potty. This is usually 20 minutes. Often he'll come up to me and bark, which I guess means he wants to come back in. So we do. Then he will follow me to my kids room to wake him up for school. As I'm waking my kid, dog is looking at me and barking. We come back downstairs. I have about 20 minutes before my kid is ready to leave for school. I always take dog with me for the car ride and then we immediately take a walk before we come back in the house. I sit down at my computer and the dog is immediately barking at me. I try petting him and talking to him, he backs up so i cant reach him and continues barking at me. I try to ignore, he keeps barking. I get up and move around and he follows me around. I try to sit again to check some emails and he's back barking at me and putting his paw on me. So the entire 20 minutes before we leave to take kid to school he's barking at me and I'm trying to distrat him somehow. This is not what I imagined life with a dog to be like.
It's not a deep scary bark but it's high-pitched. And his eyes are very human like and he just stares at me and barks and sometimes does a low growl (not the scary sounding growl when he sees someone outside). But still, it's unnerving and stressing me out to have my dog barking at me every day. My kids are great at taking him outside and playing with him, taking him for car rides, etc. He's in and out of the house several times a day (we have a fenced in backyard). But he still barks at me if he's not sleeping or doing somehing with someone. I'm a first time dog owner so I'm really not sure how to handle this. He'll ignore everyone else in the household and come and bark at me. He also follows me around like a shadow. Every move I make he is right by my side. I don't mind that, but I'd really like to nip this barking at me thing. Has anyone btdt? What has worked for you?
He has toys, balls, stuffed animals, tug of war toys, puzzle feeder (that he can do in minutes), a snuffle mat, kong, etc. This morning I gave him his yak stick (which he did not chew on), his frozen treat, and his dental chew, all before 11am, just to get him to stop barking at me.
Please, someone help!
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A few examples:
I'm on the phone and my kid is watching TV. Dog comes up to me and sits next to me and starts barking at me. Son notices and calls dog to him and dog keeps barking at me. My kid grabs a ball and calls for dog, dog continues barking at me. My kid throws the ball across the room and says dogs name and finally he stops barking at me and engages in playtime with my kid.
This morning I drive to the park (about 5 minutes) and I take dog for a 40 minute walk. Back in car for 5 minute ride back home. Once back home I throw the ball around with him when he lets me grab it, he loves to grab it first most of the time, so i grab it when i can and we continue this for about 10 minutes. Then I decide to drink my coffee and watch the news. I grab his yak stick (he has shown on and off interest in this) and hand it to him. He takes it, puts it down and walks over to me, sits right next to me, stares in my face, and barks. So I think, oh I haven't filled his food bowl. I go and do that and then I'm standing at the fridge getting water to pour into his water bowl and he comes up to me and starts barking at me. I ignore and pour his water. I go sit back down and he's right there barking at me. I go and get one of his frozen treat toys (similar to the kong but shaped different). It's filled with PB, greek yogurt, and pumpkin. He takes it and goes to work on it for about 20 minutes and then he's right back next to me barking. I try petting him and talking to him, rubbing him down, telling him he's a good boy, etc. When I do this he will scoot back to where I can't reach him and continue to bark. After that he will get close to me again while barking and put his paw on my lap. So I get up, walk into the kitchen and start unloading my dishwasher. He wanders off for a minute, and then lays down by front door. I finish the dishwasher and then go back to sit down in living room and he follows me and starts barking at me. He brings me his stuffed squeaky toy. We play tug of war with it for a bit and then I throw it, he retrieves it a few times and then the last time i throw it he just looks at it, then looks at me and starts barking at me again. I think maybe he wants to go out back so I open the door, he wonders around the deck for a few seconds and then comes back in. Barks at me again. I get up and give him his dental chewy. He takes it and works on that for about 15 minutes. He comes up to me after and barks at me. I get up and start moving around, doing busy work so he goes and lays next to the door and starts napping. Continues to nap for about an hour until my kid comes down and he jumps up out of his sleep. This whole process of him barking at me and me trying to drink my coffee and watch the news was about 1.5 hours. I know poodles need a lot of enrichment and exercise, but it seems like if he's not actively engaging in some activity he's barking at me. Don't dogs ever just chill and hang out? He's a great dog and we all love him, but his barking at me is starting to stress me out.
On school mornings I get up in the monring and I give him lots of hellos, petting, talking to him, etc. We go out back immediately so he can potty. Sometimes I have to use the bathroom real quick before I take him out back, he sits at the bathroom door and barks at me. We go out back and I'll throw the ball around to him, he'll go potty. This is usually 20 minutes. Often he'll come up to me and bark, which I guess means he wants to come back in. So we do. Then he will follow me to my kids room to wake him up for school. As I'm waking my kid, dog is looking at me and barking. We come back downstairs. I have about 20 minutes before my kid is ready to leave for school. I always take dog with me for the car ride and then we immediately take a walk before we come back in the house. I sit down at my computer and the dog is immediately barking at me. I try petting him and talking to him, he backs up so i cant reach him and continues barking at me. I try to ignore, he keeps barking. I get up and move around and he follows me around. I try to sit again to check some emails and he's back barking at me and putting his paw on me. So the entire 20 minutes before we leave to take kid to school he's barking at me and I'm trying to distrat him somehow. This is not what I imagined life with a dog to be like.
It's not a deep scary bark but it's high-pitched. And his eyes are very human like and he just stares at me and barks and sometimes does a low growl (not the scary sounding growl when he sees someone outside). But still, it's unnerving and stressing me out to have my dog barking at me every day. My kids are great at taking him outside and playing with him, taking him for car rides, etc. He's in and out of the house several times a day (we have a fenced in backyard). But he still barks at me if he's not sleeping or doing somehing with someone. I'm a first time dog owner so I'm really not sure how to handle this. He'll ignore everyone else in the household and come and bark at me. He also follows me around like a shadow. Every move I make he is right by my side. I don't mind that, but I'd really like to nip this barking at me thing. Has anyone btdt? What has worked for you?
He has toys, balls, stuffed animals, tug of war toys, puzzle feeder (that he can do in minutes), a snuffle mat, kong, etc. This morning I gave him his yak stick (which he did not chew on), his frozen treat, and his dental chew, all before 11am, just to get him to stop barking at me.
Please, someone help!
2023.06.10 19:25 thePOMOwithFOMO It wouldn’t burn… IT MUST BE POSSESSED!!
Anybody else remember hearing “demon stories” like that? Particularly of books bought second hand?
Well, we tried burning a NWT last night as part of a cleansing ritual. And that sucker refused to light up. Had to douse it in rubbing alcohol to get it going. So what’s that say? 😂
Anyway, newsflash: books don’t burn very easily! It’s got nothing to do with dEmOnS. Just that JW’s don’t burn books very often unless they’re suspected of being possessed. Then confirmation bias kicks in when it’s difficult to light 🙄🤦♂️
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Well, we tried burning a NWT last night as part of a cleansing ritual. And that sucker refused to light up. Had to douse it in rubbing alcohol to get it going. So what’s that say? 😂
Anyway, newsflash: books don’t burn very easily! It’s got nothing to do with dEmOnS. Just that JW’s don’t burn books very often unless they’re suspected of being possessed. Then confirmation bias kicks in when it’s difficult to light 🙄🤦♂️
2023.06.10 19:18 Distance_Runner [WTS] REK custom Sparrow #6
timestamp + pics + video
specs
I’m getting out of the hobby. Sold off most of my collection over the last several months. This is the last custom I’ve held on to. It’s been my favorite piece in my collection and I’ve struggled with letting it go.
This is the REK custom Sparrow #6. Only one of 6 custom Sparrows out there, and the most recent to be made. Features gorgeous polished timascus accents and a razor sharp, beautifully hand rubbed, vanax blade. This runs on PB washers and is incredibly smooth. This is my favorite front flipper I’ve had; yes, even more than the several Shams that have come through my collection.
I’m the original owner. It’s been fidgeted with a ton, but not really carried outside of my home. It’s cuts tape on a package or two, but nothing more. There are no blemishes, dings, or scratches that I can find. It comes with a transferable warranty from REK.
I’ve struggled with the decision to sell this. Tbh, I still am and may pull this sale later on. But I’m committing to getting out of this hobby, and that requires some tough decisions. Rest assured if you YOLO before I pull the sale, it will be honored and this will be your knife to buy.
SV: $2000 PPFF shipped and insured.
No knife trades. I might be interested in a trade for a watch if you have something from Nomos Glashutte, lower end Omegas, Ball, lower end Grand Seikos, or comparable brands to those.
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specs
I’m getting out of the hobby. Sold off most of my collection over the last several months. This is the last custom I’ve held on to. It’s been my favorite piece in my collection and I’ve struggled with letting it go.
This is the REK custom Sparrow #6. Only one of 6 custom Sparrows out there, and the most recent to be made. Features gorgeous polished timascus accents and a razor sharp, beautifully hand rubbed, vanax blade. This runs on PB washers and is incredibly smooth. This is my favorite front flipper I’ve had; yes, even more than the several Shams that have come through my collection.
I’m the original owner. It’s been fidgeted with a ton, but not really carried outside of my home. It’s cuts tape on a package or two, but nothing more. There are no blemishes, dings, or scratches that I can find. It comes with a transferable warranty from REK.
I’ve struggled with the decision to sell this. Tbh, I still am and may pull this sale later on. But I’m committing to getting out of this hobby, and that requires some tough decisions. Rest assured if you YOLO before I pull the sale, it will be honored and this will be your knife to buy.
SV: $2000 PPFF shipped and insured.
No knife trades. I might be interested in a trade for a watch if you have something from Nomos Glashutte, lower end Omegas, Ball, lower end Grand Seikos, or comparable brands to those.
2023.06.10 19:16 Busy_Student8736 I(20M) kept insisting my girlfriend (20F) for something
I (20M) and my gf(20F) were doing stuff and i am constantly asking if i can do anything for her? If she is comfortable? Does she need my hand anywhere specific? If i can take her clothes off? If i can kiss her? She wanted me to finger her and i did. Then sometime later i asked her for fingerin her. She said maybe later. Sometime later i thought this might be the moment and i slid my hands inside her underpants. She said no no no and i just removed my hands instantly then we started again. Some moments later while rubbing i asked if i could finger her She got fed up and left and said u kept insisting even when i didnt want to She says she feels violated, disrespected and trust broken I apologised about my mistake and tried ensuring her this wont happen again. I myself didn’t believe this happened because i was asking consent and seeking her comfort throughout and something like this happened out of nowhere(even she was confused about this)
We tried it again after some days and we both weren’t comfortable with anything else except kisses so we decides to give it time and take one step at a time
We have a perfect emotional relationship but the physical discomfort she has might be the reason of our break up Is there any other solution to this??
TL;DR: Please give solutions only no advices
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We tried it again after some days and we both weren’t comfortable with anything else except kisses so we decides to give it time and take one step at a time
We have a perfect emotional relationship but the physical discomfort she has might be the reason of our break up Is there any other solution to this??
TL;DR: Please give solutions only no advices
2023.06.10 19:05 InspectorTricky9653 1
Jenna sighed as she lay on her bed, feeling restless and unsatisfied. She had just come back from another failed date with yet another man who couldn't satisfy her needs in the bedroom. As much as she tried to be patient and understanding, it was getting harder and harder for her to hide her frustration.
She needed something more than what these men were offering her. Something intense, something that would push her to her limits and leave her begging for more. But where could she find such an experience? And who could provide it for her?
As she lay there, lost in thought, her eyes landed on a photo of her best friend Reese. They had been friends since childhood, but over the years their relationship had evolved into something deeper and more intimate. Although they had never crossed the line into a sexual relationship, Jenna often found herself fantasizing about what it would be like to be with Reese.
Reese was everything Jenna wasn't - pale-skinned, red-haired, and adventurous. She was always up for trying new things and pushing boundaries, which is why Jenna knew that if anyone could give her the experience she craved, it would be Reese.
But how could she ask her best friend for something so intimate and potentially destructive to their friendship? What if Reese rejected her or worse, laughed at her? The thought of being vulnerable and exposed like that was terrifying, but Jenna knew she had to take the risk.
Steeling her nerves, Jenna picked up her phone and texted Reese. "Hey, can we talk?"
Reese responded almost immediately. "Sure! Everything okay?"
"Yeah, I just need to talk to you about something important."
A few minutes later, Reese arrived at Jenna's apartment, looking concerned. "What's going on? Is everything alright?"
Jenna took a deep breath before speaking. "I...I have something to tell you. Or rather, something to ask you."
Reese nodded encouragingly. "You can tell me anything, you know that."
Jenna swallowed hard. "I want you to torture me."
There was a moment of stunned silence before Reese burst out laughing. "Wait, what? You're joking, right?"
Jenna shook her head. "No, I'm serious. I need this, Reese. I need someone who can push me beyond my limits and give me the intensity I've been missing."
Reese looked skeptical. "And you think I can do that?"
"Yes," said Jenna firmly. "I trust you, and I know you won't hurt me. Please, just hear me out."
Reese hesitated for a moment before finally agreeing. "Okay, go on."
Jenna explained her desires in detail, describing the kinds of sensations she wanted to experience and the ways in which she hoped Reese could help her achieve them. As she spoke, she felt a sense of relief washing over her, knowing that she was finally able to express her true self to someone.
Reese listened carefully, taking in every word. When Jenna finished talking, she paused for a moment before responding. "Wow, I didn't realize you were feeling this way. I'm glad you felt comfortable enough to share this with me."
Jenna let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you. It means a lot to me that you're willing to listen."
Reese smiled. "Of course. So, what exactly are you looking for here? Do you have any specific requests or preferences?"
Jenna thought for a moment before answering. "Well, I'd really like to explore some foot worship and domination. I've always been fascinated by feet, and I'd love to feel your hands on mine, worshipping them like they're gods."
Reese chuckled. "Gods, huh? Well, I can definitely make that happen. Anything else?"
Jenna bit her lip nervously. "I'd also like to try some bondage and spanking. I've always been curious about those things, but I've never had the courage to try them until now."
Reese nodded thoughtfully. "Makes sense. Those can be great tools for building anticipation and control. Anything else?"
Jenna shook her head. "Not really. Just whatever you think will work best to get me to that next level of pleasure."
Reese grinned mischievously. "Alright then, consider it done. I'll bring everything we need tomorrow night. Get ready for the experience of a lifetime."
The next day passed slowly for Jenna, who spent most of it anxiously waiting for Reese to arrive. Finally, when the clock struck 8 pm, there was a knock on her door. Her heart racing, Jenna opened it to see Reese standing there, holding a large bag in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other.
"Hi," said Reese, giving her a coy smile. "Ready for our little session?"
Jenna swallowed hard. "As ready as I'll ever be."
Reese stepped inside and set down the bag, pulling out several items including rope, nipple clamps, and a paddle. Jenna couldn't help but gulp at the sight of them, her excitement mixed with a touch of trepidation.
"First things first," said Reese, pouring two glasses of wine. "Let's start with a toast."
They clinked glasses and took a sip, letting the sweet liquid calm their nerves. Then, without further ado, Reese began the process of binding Jenna's wrists and ankles with intricate knots, leaving her lying face down on the bed.
Once Jenna was securely tied, Reese moved behind her and started massaging her shoulders and back, working out the tension from a long day at work. Jenna closed her eyes and reveled in the sensation of Reese's strong fingers digging into her muscles, relaxing her body and mind.
After a few minutes, Reese moved down to Jenna's legs, tracing circles around her calves and thighs before moving up to her inner thighs. Jenna squirmed involuntarily as Reese teased her sensitive skin, lightly brushing her fingers against her folds.
Then, without warning, Reese grabbed the paddle and smacked it hard against Jenna's bottom, making her yelp in surprise. Before she could fully process what was happening, Reese continued raining blows down on her ass, each strike eliciting a sharp gasp followed by a low moan.
Despite the initial shock, Jenna found herself enjoying the sensation of pain mixed with pleasure, her body reacting instinctively to the stimulation. She arched her back, begging for more, and Reese happily obliged, increasing the pace and force of the spanks until Jenna's entire body was throbbing with desire.
When Reese finally stopped, Jenna was left panting and drenched with sweat, her skin flushed and tingling. Reese leaned down and kissed her neck, whispering hotly in her ear. "How does that feel, baby? Are you ready for more?"
Jenna could barely speak through her heavy breathing, but she managed a weak "Yes" before collapsing back onto the bed.
Reese chuckled softly. "Good girl. Now, let's move on to the main event."
She reached for the nipple clamps and expertly attached them to Jenna's tender buds, causing her to writhe in ecstasy. Next came the foot worship, with Reese kneeling at the end of the bed and reverently kissing and caressing Jenna's feet, praising them as if they were divine artifacts.
Jenna reveled in the attention, closing her eyes and savoring the sensation of Reese's lips and tongue dancing across her skin. She wriggled her toes, delighting in the way they seemed to come alive under Reese's ministrations.
Before long, however, Reese switched gears again, removing the nipple clamps and replacing them with clothespins, sending waves of agony and arousal coursing through Jenna's body. She bit her lip to stop from crying out, loving the way the pain heightened her sensitivity to every touch.
Reese continued to play with Jenna's breasts, alternating between gentle caresses and brutal pinches, driving her wild with lust. By the time she moved on to sucking and biting Jenna's neck, Jenna was a quivering mess of raw emotion, desperate for release.
Finally, Reese climbed on top of Jenna and positioned herself above her mouth, rubbing her wetness against Jenna's lips. "Lick me," she commanded, thrusting her hips forward.
Jenna eagerly complied, diving into Reese's folds with abandon, tasting her sweet nectar and reveling in the sounds of her pleasure. Reese bucked and thrashed beneath her, riding the wave of bliss, until finally she exploded in a frenzy of gasps and moans.
Jenna lay back, exhausted but satisfied, as Reese untied her bindings and pulled her into her arms. They lay together in contented silence for a while, basking in the afterglow of their shared passion.
Eventually, Reese broke the stillness. "So, did you enjoy your experience?"
Jenna smiled. "More than I could have imagined. Thank you for giving me this."
Reese pressed a kiss to her forehead. "My pleasure, sweetheart. Anytime you need it, just let me know."
Jenna snuggled closer, already dreaming of their next encounter.
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She needed something more than what these men were offering her. Something intense, something that would push her to her limits and leave her begging for more. But where could she find such an experience? And who could provide it for her?
As she lay there, lost in thought, her eyes landed on a photo of her best friend Reese. They had been friends since childhood, but over the years their relationship had evolved into something deeper and more intimate. Although they had never crossed the line into a sexual relationship, Jenna often found herself fantasizing about what it would be like to be with Reese.
Reese was everything Jenna wasn't - pale-skinned, red-haired, and adventurous. She was always up for trying new things and pushing boundaries, which is why Jenna knew that if anyone could give her the experience she craved, it would be Reese.
But how could she ask her best friend for something so intimate and potentially destructive to their friendship? What if Reese rejected her or worse, laughed at her? The thought of being vulnerable and exposed like that was terrifying, but Jenna knew she had to take the risk.
Steeling her nerves, Jenna picked up her phone and texted Reese. "Hey, can we talk?"
Reese responded almost immediately. "Sure! Everything okay?"
"Yeah, I just need to talk to you about something important."
A few minutes later, Reese arrived at Jenna's apartment, looking concerned. "What's going on? Is everything alright?"
Jenna took a deep breath before speaking. "I...I have something to tell you. Or rather, something to ask you."
Reese nodded encouragingly. "You can tell me anything, you know that."
Jenna swallowed hard. "I want you to torture me."
There was a moment of stunned silence before Reese burst out laughing. "Wait, what? You're joking, right?"
Jenna shook her head. "No, I'm serious. I need this, Reese. I need someone who can push me beyond my limits and give me the intensity I've been missing."
Reese looked skeptical. "And you think I can do that?"
"Yes," said Jenna firmly. "I trust you, and I know you won't hurt me. Please, just hear me out."
Reese hesitated for a moment before finally agreeing. "Okay, go on."
Jenna explained her desires in detail, describing the kinds of sensations she wanted to experience and the ways in which she hoped Reese could help her achieve them. As she spoke, she felt a sense of relief washing over her, knowing that she was finally able to express her true self to someone.
Reese listened carefully, taking in every word. When Jenna finished talking, she paused for a moment before responding. "Wow, I didn't realize you were feeling this way. I'm glad you felt comfortable enough to share this with me."
Jenna let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you. It means a lot to me that you're willing to listen."
Reese smiled. "Of course. So, what exactly are you looking for here? Do you have any specific requests or preferences?"
Jenna thought for a moment before answering. "Well, I'd really like to explore some foot worship and domination. I've always been fascinated by feet, and I'd love to feel your hands on mine, worshipping them like they're gods."
Reese chuckled. "Gods, huh? Well, I can definitely make that happen. Anything else?"
Jenna bit her lip nervously. "I'd also like to try some bondage and spanking. I've always been curious about those things, but I've never had the courage to try them until now."
Reese nodded thoughtfully. "Makes sense. Those can be great tools for building anticipation and control. Anything else?"
Jenna shook her head. "Not really. Just whatever you think will work best to get me to that next level of pleasure."
Reese grinned mischievously. "Alright then, consider it done. I'll bring everything we need tomorrow night. Get ready for the experience of a lifetime."
The next day passed slowly for Jenna, who spent most of it anxiously waiting for Reese to arrive. Finally, when the clock struck 8 pm, there was a knock on her door. Her heart racing, Jenna opened it to see Reese standing there, holding a large bag in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other.
"Hi," said Reese, giving her a coy smile. "Ready for our little session?"
Jenna swallowed hard. "As ready as I'll ever be."
Reese stepped inside and set down the bag, pulling out several items including rope, nipple clamps, and a paddle. Jenna couldn't help but gulp at the sight of them, her excitement mixed with a touch of trepidation.
"First things first," said Reese, pouring two glasses of wine. "Let's start with a toast."
They clinked glasses and took a sip, letting the sweet liquid calm their nerves. Then, without further ado, Reese began the process of binding Jenna's wrists and ankles with intricate knots, leaving her lying face down on the bed.
Once Jenna was securely tied, Reese moved behind her and started massaging her shoulders and back, working out the tension from a long day at work. Jenna closed her eyes and reveled in the sensation of Reese's strong fingers digging into her muscles, relaxing her body and mind.
After a few minutes, Reese moved down to Jenna's legs, tracing circles around her calves and thighs before moving up to her inner thighs. Jenna squirmed involuntarily as Reese teased her sensitive skin, lightly brushing her fingers against her folds.
Then, without warning, Reese grabbed the paddle and smacked it hard against Jenna's bottom, making her yelp in surprise. Before she could fully process what was happening, Reese continued raining blows down on her ass, each strike eliciting a sharp gasp followed by a low moan.
Despite the initial shock, Jenna found herself enjoying the sensation of pain mixed with pleasure, her body reacting instinctively to the stimulation. She arched her back, begging for more, and Reese happily obliged, increasing the pace and force of the spanks until Jenna's entire body was throbbing with desire.
When Reese finally stopped, Jenna was left panting and drenched with sweat, her skin flushed and tingling. Reese leaned down and kissed her neck, whispering hotly in her ear. "How does that feel, baby? Are you ready for more?"
Jenna could barely speak through her heavy breathing, but she managed a weak "Yes" before collapsing back onto the bed.
Reese chuckled softly. "Good girl. Now, let's move on to the main event."
She reached for the nipple clamps and expertly attached them to Jenna's tender buds, causing her to writhe in ecstasy. Next came the foot worship, with Reese kneeling at the end of the bed and reverently kissing and caressing Jenna's feet, praising them as if they were divine artifacts.
Jenna reveled in the attention, closing her eyes and savoring the sensation of Reese's lips and tongue dancing across her skin. She wriggled her toes, delighting in the way they seemed to come alive under Reese's ministrations.
Before long, however, Reese switched gears again, removing the nipple clamps and replacing them with clothespins, sending waves of agony and arousal coursing through Jenna's body. She bit her lip to stop from crying out, loving the way the pain heightened her sensitivity to every touch.
Reese continued to play with Jenna's breasts, alternating between gentle caresses and brutal pinches, driving her wild with lust. By the time she moved on to sucking and biting Jenna's neck, Jenna was a quivering mess of raw emotion, desperate for release.
Finally, Reese climbed on top of Jenna and positioned herself above her mouth, rubbing her wetness against Jenna's lips. "Lick me," she commanded, thrusting her hips forward.
Jenna eagerly complied, diving into Reese's folds with abandon, tasting her sweet nectar and reveling in the sounds of her pleasure. Reese bucked and thrashed beneath her, riding the wave of bliss, until finally she exploded in a frenzy of gasps and moans.
Jenna lay back, exhausted but satisfied, as Reese untied her bindings and pulled her into her arms. They lay together in contented silence for a while, basking in the afterglow of their shared passion.
Eventually, Reese broke the stillness. "So, did you enjoy your experience?"
Jenna smiled. "More than I could have imagined. Thank you for giving me this."
Reese pressed a kiss to her forehead. "My pleasure, sweetheart. Anytime you need it, just let me know."
Jenna snuggled closer, already dreaming of their next encounter.
2023.06.10 18:45 emily_92w Handwahing tips
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2023.06.10 18:41 Busy_Student8736 I(20M) kept insisting my girlfriend (20F) for something
I (20M) and my gf(20F) were doing stuff and i am constantly asking if i can do anything for her? If she is comfortable? Does she need my hand anywhere specific? If i can take her clothes off? If i can kiss her? She wanted me to finger her and i did. Then sometime later i asked her for fingerin her. She said maybe later. Sometime later i thought this might be the moment and i slid my hands inside her underpants. She said no no no and i just removed my hands instantly then we started again. Some moments later while rubbing i asked if i could finger her She got fed up and left and said u kept insisting even when i didnt want to She says she feels violated, disrespected and trust broken I apologised about my mistake and tried ensuring her this wont happen again. I myself didn’t believe this happened because i was asking consent and seeking her comfort throughout and something like this happened out of nowhere(even she was confused about this)
We tried it again after some days and we both weren’t comfortable with anything else except kisses so we decides to give it time and take one step at a time
We have a perfect emotional relationship but the physical discomfort she has might be the reason of our break up Is there any other solution to this??
TL;DR: Please give solutions only no advices
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We tried it again after some days and we both weren’t comfortable with anything else except kisses so we decides to give it time and take one step at a time
We have a perfect emotional relationship but the physical discomfort she has might be the reason of our break up Is there any other solution to this??
TL;DR: Please give solutions only no advices
2023.06.10 18:29 starsburnnotshine AITA because i lashed out (screamed) at my narcissistic mother to lower her voice since she’s screaming every-time she talks because I’m overly sensitive?
My mother is autistic and has Down syndrome, and she can’t pronounce words normally. she’s a narcissist woman and everybody treats her as a baby because of her disabilities, her whole personality is being autistic and with down syndrome so everybody babies her and lets her do whatever she wants. For some reason, she got pregnant at 23-25 ish and had me. I didn’t come out with any disabilities but i came out with eye sight problems and I’m overly sensitive when it comes to noises. I get overly stimulated if somebody keeps screaming in my ear non-stop. i get a migraine and i feel nauseated and tears get brought to my eyes. Today, when we where in the car being brought to meet my baby cousin, She kept screaming non stop everytime she spoke. She banged on the car seats in-front of her to get everybody’s attention and always made everything about her. I stayed quiet even though it hurt my ears and I wanted to cry. I am a child, so I’m way sensitive than the adults in the car. They grew up with her and they have hearing problems so it isn’t an issue for them, but for me it is. We stopped at a garage sale and went to look at what they were selling. I was looking at the accessories as my family walked into the back because there were more things back there. I stayed in the front looking as they soon came back at front. Everybody acknowledged my presence instead of my mother, thinking I wasn’t there, she started screaming, Screaming my name out at top volume, and the thing was, I was just next to her, two inches behind her. I lashed out. I screamed at her, saying, “can you shut up?! I’m right here. you don’t gotta be screaming in peoples ears, Lower it twice, Jesus!” Everything went quiet. My family stared at me and the people that were hosting the garage sale stayed quiet. Suddenly my aunt barged over to me and lectured me not to scream at my “poor autistic, Down syndrome mother that can’t do shit.” I didn’t listen to a word that she said, I just kept thinking in my mind “can this bitch shut up?” After she lectured me we got back in the car and my mother kept doing that fake-crying thing by rubbing her eyes with her hands pretending like she’s crying and sniffling to make everyone feel bad. I didn’t. I just kept quiet and glued my eyes to my phone, plugged my earbuds in, and indured this soul-sucking ride. So, am I the asshole or was my reaction to her screaming fair?
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2023.06.10 18:28 anaccount-94 Small Update On The Haunted House
The entity that was smoking in my house has left, officially. But now there's two new ones.
A few nights ago I noticed my home felt lighter after I cleansed it, but as of right now there's a new entity maybe two roaming the house. The first one I know is Danny, I adopted his vessel last week and he's incredibly kind. He will let me know if I'm falling asleep with my phone in my hands, help fix my blankets for me if they're not set correctly, and he loves rubbing my back when I can't sleep. The second one, I don't like it. Not one bit do I like this new one. It showed up this morning when I was trying to fall asleep it was close to five AM, and this tall, dark figure with glowing white eyes appeared by the foot of the bed. As soon as it saw me it melted into the floor. I do mean melted, one minute it was tall, the next it was like a black puddle and vanished. I don't ever freak out when I see an entity as I've got more experiences with those just showing up whenever. I have since I was little, I'll make another post about that later. But I'm trying to figure out how this specific thing got into my home if every entry is salted with a special salt mixture.
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A few nights ago I noticed my home felt lighter after I cleansed it, but as of right now there's a new entity maybe two roaming the house. The first one I know is Danny, I adopted his vessel last week and he's incredibly kind. He will let me know if I'm falling asleep with my phone in my hands, help fix my blankets for me if they're not set correctly, and he loves rubbing my back when I can't sleep. The second one, I don't like it. Not one bit do I like this new one. It showed up this morning when I was trying to fall asleep it was close to five AM, and this tall, dark figure with glowing white eyes appeared by the foot of the bed. As soon as it saw me it melted into the floor. I do mean melted, one minute it was tall, the next it was like a black puddle and vanished. I don't ever freak out when I see an entity as I've got more experiences with those just showing up whenever. I have since I was little, I'll make another post about that later. But I'm trying to figure out how this specific thing got into my home if every entry is salted with a special salt mixture.
2023.06.10 18:22 Someguyfromsc Suprlativ canibl mokuti
Only 20 made . Sv 300 tv 350 this one well used but still a great looking knife. Signs of use on all parts of the knife . Has polished blade as well over the hand rubbed it came it . Got this to carry over my Peña raptor but my raptor keeps taking priority . #19 out of 20
Time stamp https://imgur.com/a/4BZ7IzA
Video https://i.imgur.com/1pP2uf0.mp4
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2023.06.10 18:13 prefetclez My industrial is getting in the way
✨✨✨What I need: I need gaming headphones to fit my ears with a industrial/barbell piercing. My current ones fit just my ears perfectly but I have to take out my jewelry every time I play. Otherwise my ear swells/gets infected from the rubbing and pressure. ✨✨✨
💲Budget: I'd like a range of options 🎮Source: PS4 💜Requirements for Isolation: n/a I live alone I just want to hear the game 🧑🤝🧑Public use: no 🎧Type: over the head full coverage. An attachable mic isn't necessary cuz I've never needed it, but if it's already apart of the headset with no extra charge, that's fine. 🎵Tonal balance: no idea, doesn't matter, just to hear the damn game ⌛Past gaming headphones: I think the brand is "Turtle Beach" but they were a hand-me-down. 🎵Preferred music: these are for gaming (mostly 1P RPG)
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💲Budget: I'd like a range of options 🎮Source: PS4 💜Requirements for Isolation: n/a I live alone I just want to hear the game 🧑🤝🧑Public use: no 🎧Type: over the head full coverage. An attachable mic isn't necessary cuz I've never needed it, but if it's already apart of the headset with no extra charge, that's fine. 🎵Tonal balance: no idea, doesn't matter, just to hear the damn game ⌛Past gaming headphones: I think the brand is "Turtle Beach" but they were a hand-me-down. 🎵Preferred music: these are for gaming (mostly 1P RPG)