There are two kinds of people in the world

2021.09.25 02:03 Dr_C_Jekyll There are two kinds of people in the world

There are two kinds of people in the world
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2021.09.25 02:03 aymiraina Bullying + Emotional Support + I don't understand some teachers empathy/sympathy (Long Post sorry!!)

I'm in my second year of subbing now and because of staffing issues I have been working every day (yay!!!!). I teach a revolving 4th grade every other week and every single day in these classes I am faced with issues of children bullying each other. Yesterday had to be my hardest day with this group...
Teachers move from classrooms to prevent COVID spreading so I was moving to my 4th class of the day and met the other teacher in the hall. You could hear a girl crying in the classroom from the hallway. I asked what happened and the teacher says that another student snatched the paper out of her hand when they were taking work up and that she was "being very very dramatic". I know girls, I am a girl, so I know that we can be emotional BUT when I walked into the room five or six students were laughing at her for crying over something so small. This was my first day with her due to classroom changes over the past week. There is always a list of students that are taken into intervention classes at my school due to learning disabilities/other things that make them special! So I know why she was being "overly dramatic" and emotional... Anyways, I asked why these kids were laughing and they laughed even harder. (I never get angry/upset/stern with students, I like to think of myself as super nice/supportive/fun) but I got very, very upset about this and told these students to put their names on the board for their homeroom teacher. (At my school, students are graded on their behavior in the classroom and it goes towards their overall grade so each checkmark they get, it goes down). The girl comes up to me and started to hug me and crying into my shirt, she told me that every class she is in she gets bullied and people make fun of her. I had a long talk in front of the class about bullying, which they know and I say every single day I'm there, that I do not tolerate it! I take her out of the classroom and let a good student take names while I go find one of the SEN teachers to talk to outside of the classroom. The girl goes back into the classroom while I speak to her and I hear her start crying again. I go inside to look and my "good" student had only written one name on the board....the bullied girls name!!! She was not even in the classroom. I was on the verge of tears trying to explain that they will be spending many memorable years together until they are graduating class and I don't understand how or why they think it's okay to pick on someone who they consider "different"....how if they got to really know someone, they could have a lot in common, they could show each other new things and be friends and the more friends you have the better!! But they don't listen....
In the same classroom that above happened, another girl let me know that she bullied that girl. I told her that was not okay but I appreciated her honesty. She also made it very obvious she was not going to do her work. She kept talking about how loud it was in the classroom and that she didn't care about school or doing her work. That she was already held back once and she just will let it happen again. I told her that I would like to speak to her while everyone finishes their work and I pulled her to the side. I asked who her parents were (it's a small town) and she proceeded to tell me that she lives with her dad and that her mom died when she was little. I felt for her...that is so sad. I hate that someone so young had to lose their mom. I asked her why she doesn't care about school and she said she just doesn't. I let her know that she's one of the funniest students I've ever had and that she seems very confident in everything she says and that I love that about her. I told her that I just want every student that I come across to succeed in life and that she can do it! I asked when she thinks she started to not care about school anymore and she said like two years ago. I asked if that's when her mom passed away and she said yes then said she had to go to the hallway really fast. I quickly gathered my things to switch classes and ran out there to her to tell her everything is going to be okay and she said she just wanted to cry and I asked her if she wanted us to go to the girls room and let her cry it out really fast and she said yes. I passed another one of the 4th grade teachers in the hall while we were going and she yelled at her for being out of class when she was with me??? I let her know that she was going to the restroom and she said no, they have designated times for that. (I almost cried here too, out of frustration). I let the teacher know, since she is a regular teacher for this grade, that I think she is depressed. She said no, she's just playing you, she's just trying to find a way to get out of class and not do her work. I told her that she let me know about her mom passing away and the teacher rolled her eyes, turned around, and told the student that "it's gonna be okay" in one of those sarcastic caring voices.
The last one is from today, not so emotional, but still should be said. I subbed for ISS and had no students until about 11 to 1. Two boys. One of the boys just asked for help on his work while he was in there, which apparently you are not allowed to do but I don't see how they are able to learn something they do not know while being isolated by themselves?? The other boy came in with the assistant principal and was pretty down on himself. About an hour into his stay in my room, he sneezed and I said bless you, he told me that I was too nice to be in there. (For saying bless you!!!) I told him I know, I'm not very good at discipline. I asked him why he was here with me and he told me that he has anger problems and that his teacher did not like that. I told him that I understand why his teacher would feel this way but why was he getting so angry. He said he didn't know. I asked if he ever let his parents know that he felt like he had anger issues and he said no. I told him that he should absolutely confide in his parents regarding this and let them know what's going on. I also took some time to write him affirmations on anger management and gave it to him and told him to say one every day and then keep repeating them after that and it will help but also to speak to his parents!!
I thought teachers at least had some sort of class in empathy and sympathy for students. I thought bullying and suicide awareness and mental health issues had come a long way in the 10 years since I've graduated high school but I see that they are even worse than they once were. I know teachers are over worked, understaffed and fall behind when students have to quarantine, but there is no way that we/they can't take (honestly I don't care how long) time out of their day to at least let these students know they are heard and cared for and that anything is possible and that they are believed in. I'm torn for these kids man....I just don't know anymore. I want to leave the most positive impact on these students lives but it really, really downs me when regular teachers are like this. Kids need advocates, and if you're not advocating for them, then you do not need to be in education at all.
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2021.09.25 02:03 Birdknowsbest21 How do I allocate coins from Algo wallet for Goverance on Oct. 1st?

I dont see any options on the wallet. Will I be contacted through the wallet or is there something I need to set up now to put coins into governance for 90 days?
And is it all day on Oct 1st or is there a time that they all get locked up?
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2021.09.25 02:03 gheedu Bayonetta 3 Hype!

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2021.09.25 02:03 introsort [Hiring] Software Engineer II - Statwing Products job in Seattle, Washington, United States | Engineering jobs at Qualtrics (Qualtrics)

To learn more and apply for the job, please see Software Engineer II - Statwing Products job in Seattle, Washington, United States | Engineering jobs at Qualtrics
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2021.09.25 02:03 ShrekHands Just wanted to take a moment to thank the Exodus dev team

It’s easy to nag and gripe at devs all day online. Fix this, add that.
I’ve done it. We’ve all done it.
Today’s update solved a problem I’d been having for a while. I won’t even go into details because it doesn’t matter. What matters is that I am grateful.
So just wanted to quickly thank the Exodus devs for all of their hard work. Thanks for listening to us. The constant addition of alt coins, the increasing staking support, on top of the stellar overall design and simplicity of the app.
You guys are frickin’ killing it. Keep fighting to good fight!
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2021.09.25 02:03 sharewithme Word of The Hour: proselytize

proselytize: to convert to some religion, system, opinion, or the like
See tree for proselytize: https://treegledictionary.org/define/proselytize
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2021.09.25 02:03 Yhemmery The Roman Empire

This isnt a big post. Just a suggestion.
Imagine if an empire was established on 2b2t. A city built, huge military stationed at the city protecting it, and huge amounts of lands conquered.
The eternal glory of the military legions of Rome and its cities will once more emerge.
I dont even wanna establish it. Someone just please do it. Gather a huge army, build a city, harbor people, create military ranking systems, advanced sewage and water distribution systems. And a huge empire with a lot of land.
please someone just do it. Imagine 2b2t wars between big empires.
cool asf
plus history is cool ig and so is rome
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2021.09.25 02:03 SunRevolutionary8315 This swimmer battling halitosis with a mint?

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2021.09.25 02:03 Mrmander20 [Vell Harlan and the Doomsday Dorms] - Chapter 20.2: In Case the Flaming Skeletal Arm is Too Subtle: This Guy's the Big Bad

At the world’s top college of magic and technology, every day brings a new discovery -and a new disaster. The advanced experiments of the college students tend to be both ambitious and apocalyptic, with the end of the world only prevented by a mysterious time loop, and a small handful of students who retain their memories.
Freshman Vell Harlan, the newest student to get caught in the loop, now has to deal with stopping the apocalypse on a daily basis on top of having to study for exams- but he takes every doomsday in stride. While the dragons, gun-wielding octopi, and alien tourists are new, this isn’t Vell’s first brush with death and resurrection...
[First Chapter][Previous Chapter][Cover Art]
The world's richest man and biggest supervillain, Alistair Kraid, has paid a visit to the campus solely to torment Vell, his longtime nemesis. After taunting Vell about their mutual interest in the rune that resurrected him, Kraid revealed he was sponsoring Joan's research, as she had spent years unhealthily fixated on chasing rumors and finding answers about the mysterious rune that had brought someone back to life, unaware the object of her obsession was her own boyfriend.
Upset by Joan's obsession, and by her willingness to work with a man who recreationally kicks puppies, Vell has taken some space to wait and reflect -or to drink and swear a lot...
Vell had decided to go with drinking and swearing a lot.
“Fuck! Fuck,” Vell said, repeating it for emphasis. “God damn it. Fucking shit!”
Vell kicked his foot at nothing in particular. Harley drunkenly noted that even at his angriest, he still took care not to break anything.
“What a nerd,” Harley said.
“What?”
“Sorry, thinking out loud,” Harley mumbled. Lee, lightweight that she was, napped on the couch. She had only briefly woken up upon Vell’s arrival and then passed out again. Only Harley had stayed awake through the entire rant about Joan and Kraid, showing a surprising level of focus for someone so inebriated she couldn’t stand up straight. Vell paced back and forth across the room to burn off more of his manic energy while Harley stayed seated and tried to stop the world from spinning.
“I don’t know what the fuck I’m supposed to do,” Vell said.
“Well that makes two of us,” Harley mumbled.
“I know, I’m just ranting so I’ll feel better,” Vell said. “Sorry I always dump this kind of stuff on you.”
“It’s cool man, I’m good at this sort of stuff,” Harley said. She gave two weak thumps-up, and then dropped her arms limp at her sides. “When my brain ain’t mush. You keep going, butt- buddy, I’ll try to stay conscious.”
While Vell continued to rant, Harley wobbled from side to side. Just as Vell finished explaining how he could possibly convince Joan to stop working with Kraid by explaining their mutual history, Harley finally wobbled too far to one side and toppled over. The sudden fall jolted her system and sent a shock through her brain.
“You should probably dump her,” Harley said.
“What?”
“Oh did I say that out loud,” Harley said. She bonked herself on the head with an empty bottle. “That was meant to be a stay-in-my-brain thought.”
“Well it’s out of your brain now,” Vell said.
“I think you need to get drunk, Vell, Kraid’s got you all edgy.”
Vell responded to that by opening his book bag, extracting the bottle of scotch, and draining it in one mighty swig. Harley was stunned, impressed, and concerned in equal measure.
“What the fuck, Harlan?”
“Answer me,” Vell said, pointing an empty scotch bottle at Harley emphatically. He did not seem fazed in the slightest by the obscene amount of scotch he had just chugged. “Why should I break up with Joan?”
“I did say ‘probably’,” Harley said. “Look, butt- buddy, you’re caught in a Spider-Man dilemma right now.”
“What the fuck is a Spider-Man dilemma?”
“Jesus, man, do I have to explain everything to you?” Harley sighed. “Peter Parker loves Mary Jane, but he’s got that whole big, potentially dong- dangerous secret where he’s Spider-Man. So he has to choose between being in a relationship with her and potentially putting her in danger, or being apart from her and keeping her safe. Except in this version, Mary Jane is also the Green Goblin.”
“What?”
“Okay, maybe not the Green Goblin, but like, whatever James Franco’s character was in that third movie that wasn’t as good” Harley said. “Definitely mostly bad but she could like maybe be cool at the very end? But mostly bad.”
“Where is this coming from? You like Joan!”
“Yeah, Joan’s fun to hang out with, Vell, but I was never expecting an invite to your wet- wedding,” Harley said. She slouched even deeper into her chair, trying to stabilize her wobbly brain. “She’s a little crazy, man. That’s cool, but it ain’t wife material. Sometimes you just date a person for a while and then break up. You don’t have to take it so seriously.”
“But- I don’t know- Maybe, I, uh-”
While Vell stumbled over his own words, Harley contemplated whether it was worth standing up. She liked to grab people by the face sometimes, to emphasize her point. Vell’s cheek weren’t quite as delightfully squishable as Lee’s though. Harley watched the ceiling spin and decided to stay sitting.
“Vell, listen,” Harley said. “I said pop- probably for a reason. You don’t have to dump Joan if you don’t want to. But if you ain’t dumping her, you got to tell her the truth.”
Vell’s anger and scotch-fueled energy went out like a match dropped into the ocean. Harley let him wallow in that dampened spirit for a bit before continuing.
“For butt- better or worse you’re the thing she’s been super-crazily searching for her whole life,” Harley said. “You either got to dump her and keep your distance or tell her the truth. You keep dating Joan while also keeping the truth from her, you’re kind of a piece of shit. And the Vell Harlan I know is definitely not a piece of shit.”
After delivering this reassurance, Harley tried to sink even deeper into her chair. All of this excitement was making it hard to enjoy being drunk. Vell was starting to get wobbly himself. He began to regret his bombastic scotch-chugging stunt as the alcohol finally reached his brain.
“I guess you’re right,” Vell mumbled. “I can’t have it both ways.”
Harley nodded sagely -and wobbly. Vell was starting to sway from side to side too.
“You look like you need to lay down,” Harley said.
“Do you think Lee will mind if I pass out on her floor?” Vell mumbled.
“Yeah, but only because she’d feel bed -bad about you not being comfy,” Harley said. “Help me drag Lee to her bed and then you can take the couch.”
While Harley ended up doing most of the heavy lifting, due to Vell’s understandable caution about manhandling a drunk woman, the duo did manage to get Lee into her own bed. Harley tucked her in and left the room to go back to napping on the chair. As soon as the door shut behind Harley, Lee’s eyes opened.
While Lee’s parents had many flaws, they at least left her alone while she was sleeping. Lee had spent years refining the ability to feign sleep, in order to avoid her parents as much as possible. Pretending to oversleep in the morning or doze off on a long plane ride had let Lee avoid many uncomfortable conversations -or spy on conversations her parents might have otherwise not wanted Lee to be a part of. While she was loathe to use that skill to deceive her friends, she could not help her curiosity about Vell’s situation. Now she knew everything -except what to do next.
Lee laid in bed and stared up at the ceiling, wringing her hands together nervously. In spite of her abilities to feign sleep, true rest eluded her.
***
A dreadfully drunken evening passed, and the next morning followed -and then followed again. An easily-prevented apocalypse involving a turbocharged paintball gun gave the loopers plenty of time to consider their various dilemmas over the course of two mornings.
After two restless mornings in a row, Lee had formed a very loose idea of what to do. Unfortunately, Lee also had to nurse a severe headache from the previous night’s drinking twice. Lee managed to dial up Joan and invite her over in spite of her pounding headache. Vell and Harley had already retreated to their own dorms after sleeping off their inebriation, so they had the benefit of privacy. Joan stumbled into the room, clearly just as exhausted as Lee, though for different reasons. Recent events had sapped some of her usual confidence from her posture.
“Hey, Lee,” Joan said.
“Joan, dear, I thought you should know- well, I assume you know, at least,” Lee began. “Vell came to speak with Harley and I last night.”
“I kind of figured,” Joan sighed. “This is bad news, isn’t it?”
“Oh, no, no, of course not,” Lee assured. “I will say it’s not necessarily good news, either, merely, well, news.”
With tensions slightly relaxed, Joan allowed herself to sit down. Lee offered her some tea, which she politely declined. Lee made a pot for herself anyway, to stave off her headache. She made sure to keep a careful grip on the cup this time. On the previous loop, Lee had dropped the cup on her foot, which had severely derailed the already uncomfortable conversation she was about to have.
“So. How about that...news,” Joan said.
“Right. I believed it was worth telling you that Vell is, quite understandably, upset. I can’t say I’m a fan of your collaboration with Kraid either, but I trust you have your reasons.”
Joan crossed her arms and drew in on herself.
“Did he tell you about the project we were working on?”
Lee sipped at her tea to give herself an excuse to not talk for a moment. It was far too hot, and it burned her tongue. The pain never found its way to her face. Lee had years of practice keeping pain in the back of her mind.
“He said it was a private matter,” Lee lied. Vell had explained all the details of Joan’s morbid obsession with his past, in spite of a promise not to. Lee didn’t enjoy being caught up in that breach of trust, but she hoped that her current deceitful course would work out in the long term. Joan calmed slightly, under the impression that Vell had at least kept her secret.
“I just wanted you to know that he is indecisive,” Lee continued.
“Sounds like Vell,” Joan said. She tried to laugh and failed. Lee ignored the awkwardness and pressed on.
“He’s caught up between how much he likes you and how much he dislikes your recent actions,” Lee said. “Whatever he ultimately decides is up to him, but I believe you could tip the scales one way or another with your own actions.”
Joan leaned on the table and put her head in her hands.
“Like what?” she mumbled. “I like Vell too, but I also like, you know, the whole mission I’ve spent the past thirteen years of my life working towards.”
“Then choose the mission,” Lee said. “But be aware of what that choice means.”
Joan put her head in her hands. She’d gotten dumped over her obsessions before -several times, in fact- but she’d always been able to blame it on those people being too stupid to understand what she was working towards. In many ways, Joan knew that Vell was just as smart as she was, if not smarter. The two were constantly trading places as the highest-grading students in every class they shared. Joan simply couldn’t write off Vell’s discomfort as a knee-jerk reaction to something he couldn’t understand.
If Vell wasn’t wrong, then that meant Joan was in the wrong. And Joan, naturally, didn’t like that very much.
“Well. Thanks for not telling me to sell out my life’s work for a guy, at least,” Joan sighed.
“I want you to do what makes you happy, Joan,” Lee said. “If pursuing whatever goal you have in mind makes you happier than being with Vell, or vice versa, that is up to you. But I should caution you that trying to pursue the best of both worlds rarely works.”
Lee sipped at her tea. It had cooled slightly now.
“I will however say with some certainty that you should stop working with Kraid,” Lee added. “The man kicks puppies, Joan. You can’t reason with people like that.”
“I know, I know,” Joan said. She’d been there for more than one kick. “Thanks for the advice, Lee.”
“Any time,” Lee assured her. “What are friends for?”
***
Vell clutched his book bag close to his side as he left class and headed back to his dorm. Kraid was lurking somewhere around here. On the first loop of the day, the semi-skeletal supervillain had caught Vell off guard. He wasn’t going to let it happen again. Vell kept his ears perked and his eyes up. Kraid, on the other hand, was walking casually behind Vell every step of the way, using a stealth spell he’d spent several million dollars researching to torment a young man. Eventually, he got tired of following along and broke his invisibility spell.
“Boo.”
“Go fuck yourself,” Vell said instinctively. Kraid stayed behind him, though he did follow along as Vell started walking again. Vell stuck a hand in his pocket and checked the time on his phone. He’d made some plans, but he had to get the timing right.
“How’s it hanging, Harlan?” Kraid asked. “Have a chat with Joan lately?”
“Actually no, I’m deliberately avoiding her so that we both have time to process our emotions with a healthy distance between us, and to deny you the satisfaction of watching whatever happens.”
“Intense,” Kraid said. “I’ll admit I’m slightly disappointed, but you do know I’ll find out sooner or later, right?”
“Yeah, but it’ll be less satisfying for you, and also you won’t be around to act smug where I can see you,” Vell said. He’d had plenty of time to think over this plan during the past loop, among all his other confused thoughts.
“And what if I just don’t leave?” Kraid said.
“You’ve got a business to run,” Vell said. “You’ve got a meeting in just a couple hours right? Can’t miss your flight.”
Kraid laughed at the idea.
“Oh, Harlan, what’s a million dollars or so of profit compared to watching you suffer?”
“Yeah, but it’s not about profit, isn’t it? It’s about that seven-lined rune you discovered. Somebody else is closer to deciphering it than you are.”
The look of idle amusement on Kraid’s face dropped in an instant. His jovial, if caustic, attitude vanished, revealing a glimpse of the genuine malice that existed just under the surface. He followed a little closer in Vell’s footsteps as they walked through the halls.
“How do you know about that?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Vell said. It was a little something that he’d picked up from Kraid’s taunts on the first loop.
“I don’t know what kind of trick you’re trying to pull, Harlan, but it won’t work.”
Vell restrained a smile. He had exactly two advantages when it came to dealing with Kraid. First, he had a few loopholes loopholes in Kraid’s security thanks to being technically undead. Secondly, he had the time loops. Thanks to those he knew, for example, exactly where and when a massive paintball gun would be exploding in approximately thirteen seconds. Vell took seven steps forward and stopped in his tracks.
“I’ve got plenty of time, Harlan, that meeting isn’t for hours,” Kraid said.
“I know,” Vell said. “I can stall for that-”
The wall behind them exploded right on queue. The dust and rubble alone was explosive enough, but the massive burst of yellow paint that followed afterwards was the main event. Vell was safely out of the blast zone, but Kraid was covered head to toe, his blackened skeletal arm, and his entire body, painted sunshine gold. The world’s worst villain froze in place as he reeled from the explosion, and the dawning comprehension of his new paint job.
“Oh geez,” Vell said, feigning concern in the least authentic way possible. “Are you okay?”
Kraid wiped the wet paint away from his eyes with a bony finger and glared daggers at Vell. Kraid actually was capable of killing people with a glare, but he chose not to do so in this case, if only barely.
“What did you do?” Kraid demanded. Vell responded with an exaggerated shrug.
“Nothing. Stuff like this happens all the time,” Vell said. “The school’s a bit of a mess.”
With that, the students from the lab that had caused the paint explosion rushed out, and then immediately rushed back in when they saw it was Kraid that they had coated. If he got a good look at their guilty faces they would be either killed or sued, or possibly both. Only Vell kept Kraid company as the paint started to drip.
“You might want to get moving,” Vell suggested. “Unless you want to go to your big important meeting looking like a mustard bottle.”
The silent glare from Kraid continued. Vell could almost feel his skin starting to burn as Kraid’s anger grew more and more intense. After a long and deadly stare down, Kraid finally relented. He turned sharply, splattering yellow paint all around him as he made a quick turn.
“Enjoy your little victory, Harlan,” Kraid said. “I’ll find out how you pulled this off.”
“You won’t, because I didn’t do anything,” Vell said. It was technically the truth. There was absolutely nothing connecting him to the paint explosion. “But I’m enjoying it anyway.”
Kraid wandered off, dripping a trail of wet paint behind him, grumbling under his breath, Vell got back on course and headed back to his dorm with a smile on his face. After everything that had happened the past few days, it was nice to have a win under his belt.
Vell’s victory high faded away about halfway back to his dorm. He hadn’t seen Joan all day. The seat next to him had been empty in every class they shared. He had thought about texting her, but couldn’t bring himself to do so. He made the final approach to his dorm room door and tried as hard as he could not to look down the hall at Joan’s dorm.
“Vell.”
The sound of Joan’s voice nearly made Vell bite his tongue off. He did his best to pretend he hadn’t just had a minor heart attack and turned to face Joan. She, in turn, pretended like she hadn’t been lurking near the door waiting for Vell to show up. With that mutual charade underway, Vell started to stumble over his words.
“Hello, uh, hi, Joan,” he began. “I was, uh, just about to-”
“Can I interrupt?”
“Please do,” Vell said. Even he was getting sick of saying “uh” so much.
“I just wanted to ask for your help,” Joan said. She made a show of reaching into her dorm and pulling out a waste bin. “Throwing some stuff away.”
Even from down the hall, Vell could recognize the scraps of Joan’s conspiracy board. The scattered collection of articles and photographs, mostly torn to shreds, peeked out over the edge of the wastebin. Vell stepped up to examine the scraps more closely.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting my priorities in order,” Joan said. She shrank slightly, clutching the scraps close to her chest for a moment. “I want to help people. But there are ways to do that that don’t involve working with supervillains.”
Joan took a deep breath and squared her shoulders again.
“Or scaring off people I care about,” she continued. “So. You want to help me get rid of this? And then maybe we can talk about picking up date night again?”
“I’d love to,” Vell said. He made a daring decision (by Vell standards) and kissed Joan on the cheek. The fact that there was a small garbage bin between them slightly diminished the romanticism of the gesture. Vell took a step back and grabbed the rim of the waste bin.
“Let me get that,” he insisted. Joan handed it over without protest, and Vell took it and headed outside the dorm. He’d never been so happy to be headed towards a dumpster. He’d give the entire situation a little time to cool down, and then tell Joan once some of then tensions had worn off, and they could have the conversation rationally. A few days, at the most.
Vell tightened his grip on the wastebins edge, and saw a scrap of a photograph. A ruined train, and dead bodies -including, possibly, his own- could be seen in the photo. His relaxed smile dropped off his face. Maybe he’d give it a few weeks. But it’d happen eventually. He could trust Joan.
Joan watched Vell go with a smile on her face. A smile that dropped in an instant as soon as he was around the corner. She pulled her phone out of her pocket.
“You were right,” Joan said.
“Told you so,” Kraid said. “He struck me as the naive type.”
“Shut the fuck up and send me the backups,” Joan said. Kraid acquiesced, and Joan hung up the moment her collected research had been returned to her. Newspaper clippings and corkboards were inefficient anyway -and harder to hide from prying boyfriends.
Kraid put his phone away and smiled to himself as he stepped onboard his private jet. A few drops of wet paint splattered onto the floor. That was fine by Kraid. He’d been looking for an excuse to buy a new jet anyway.
With a snap of his fingers, every drop of paint flew off Kraid’s body and coalesced into a single orb of yellow. He held the shining sphere of paint on a bony fingertip and appraised it. He could’ve cleaned himself off at any time, but had chosen not to. Feigning weakness often led to his enemies revealing their own. And Vell had revealed oh so many of his weaknesses.
There were some people in the world who said it was impossible to have the best of both worlds. Kraid had found it was actually quite easy. He just had to make sure some other poor sap was getting the worst of both.
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2021.09.25 02:03 Ilikevideos_59z Idea for Worldbox

I have a pretty good idea for worldbox and that is ”I think that guns should be added to humans when they are super advanced in the world (also make it only optional to humans because humans in the game are the least powerful kind of species).
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2021.09.25 02:03 Similar_Courage9079 I think they farted does anyone hear it

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2021.09.25 02:03 chevroletz71_97 Jon Ruda Update

How would i go about updating the mods I have gotten from Jon Ruda? His trailer pack has some updates coming but i do not know how to get the updates.
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2021.09.25 02:03 IFullerBucheet Sam Rivers - Point Of Many Returns

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2021.09.25 02:03 Apothicon20052409 Sowrd

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2021.09.25 02:03 Nervous_Aardvark Massive Coping And Backtracking Taking Place Right Now, Possibly Another GoalPost ?

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2021.09.25 02:03 biscottiintheairrr thoughts on the M16?

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2021.09.25 02:03 SlothySavage27 [Meme] Posting Memes on the clock

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2021.09.25 02:03 ARTCRAFTFUN Just relax..😌

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2021.09.25 02:03 grrgrrtigergrr My theory bringing together a lot of the DD presented here. The puzzle theory

We have seen a lot of DD here from swaps to zombie stocks to directly registering shares. And I think they are all pieces to the same puzzle. And the first one to complete the puzzle wins.
Let me explain why I think all of the theories are correct.
The swaps, and the multitude of other ways that short positions have been hidden are accurate. SHFs have been doing this for years and are doing it to the entirety of the meme stocks. If you were looking at companies to kill in the last few years a brick and mortar retailer for games, an obsolete cell phone company and theaters all make sense. While all these have been shorted to varying degrees the end for all was to box them in the cellar. And finding ways to hide true short interest numbers is critical to getting these companies in the cellar. Pure shorting won’t get them there without being visible. They need other vehicles.
We know this created the zombies and they were on the path to add these ones above and more. Then Retail stopped them all from happening.
We see the zombies pop up and down and I theorize that there is actually some active short closing happening when we see them rise. Why, because the puzzle pieces have slowly been coming together. And if the final piece is in place and things go south for SHFs, these positions actually provide capital and at the best possible return they could ever get. I’m sure some of it is tied to basket theories too. But I think at some point these will be the first that will close out because they aren’t upside down.
Why might things go south? I don’t think it is an economic collapse, I’m sure with so many, the short positions that can be a win for them. Rather, I believe it is direct registering. Once a shorted stock is all locked up in registered shares the door shuts and the puzzle is complete.
I also believe, based on all of the SHF tricks that other stocks are shorted over 100%, we know the cellar boxed ones are. So to me it comes down to which stock registers all it’s shares first. They become the catalyst and winner because theirs are the shares that need to be accounted for first.
Why I believe GME will win the game. It has the lowest float of the group and also has the biggest head start on directly registering. And the faster it is all registered the faster the game ends.
I know a lot don’t want to believe other stocks are over 100%, but we would be blind to think this is only GME. I think, especially because of the low float GME, it’s the highest shorted of non zombies. But recognizing others can be in similar boats means, to me, the first to lock it all up kicks off MOASS. I also believe it is going to be even bigger than anyone can imagine because if my theory is correct there is not enough money in the world that can stop this.
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2021.09.25 02:03 HereToNjneer The Dune Audiobook Experience

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2021.09.25 02:03 ambsdorf825 Anon becomes a Nazi

If you knew me you would hate me.
Hi everyone i dont know if this will get any views or anything and upvote downvote i dont care i just hope someone will see this.this is going to be long and proobbably rambly as im not going to proof read.
Ive only felt true happiness once and i know it was happiness because somedays i wish when that day ended i had gone home and shot myself.
No one ever liked me at school they always some me as some sought of serial killer or just weird so i was bullied quite a lot even had knives to my throat and it changed when i had enough and jumped on one of my owns freinds throat in front of eveyone. After that not many people spoke to me and thought i might lash out.
Then i met the girl of my dreams,she was perfect.she was beutiful its hard to describe she wasnt sexy, hot or cute just beutiful. I asked her for a coffe and she accepted. We went to starbucks (i dont even like coffee but i heard that girls do) and she was and we just spoke about random twas shy n things,she more comfortable and after she came round my more.com House and became e watched a film and joked and laughed and we i walked her home. After a few more dates i asked Home do you want to start a relationship" close to her door so if i was rejected she could go home straight away,she said "yes it was one of the best please it was c days ever and i felt like someone wanted me. It went on great and i remember the day i wanted to die we were alone at her house watching mad mad max and and she just rested on me...i was happy we kissed and i went back home craving her. People started to tease her and she became less afectionate she never leant on me again or initiated even a hand hold, one day she cut all her hair and left me i was angry. People turned on me the miniute she left it was back to the old days. I became a mute didnt apeak at school for a year maybe 3 until mid college. People forgot the sound of my voice. Throughout college i was popular,people really liked me since i would mimic and everybodys facourite person is themselves.however my friends started to despise me. My first freind who lived with me for 2 years left when he got a gf,my 2nd mate left when he got a gf,my third freind left after i pushed him to far and said "life is better without *****", my 4th and
5th freinds i never saw after they got me through a moonrock od.
My od wasnt good i took moonrocks (pure thc) about 8 grams and ectasy and vodka,,i saw shit hands made out of shadows ripping at me i could feel it,i kept blacking out and i woke up a day later watching tv. Ive been sober since.
After that i met my bestfreind, he was a carbon copy of me we never disagreed he was yhe funniest guy i knew.but then college ended and i lost another freind.
After a while i got into some bad places like nazism,ill admit im racist but im not a nazi anymore. I started getting more radical,not for politics i couldnt give a shit which fucker is in chargethere all liars and do nothing.
So now my family has started turn on me, they live me but regurly call me a viper since all i do is spit venom.when they hug me theres no love or meaning not even from my sister. I havent had a hug that i felt since 2016.
Id never commit suicide i love myself to much, ive been improving my life got into shape investing money.but it all means nothing i miss my girl. I think im reaching the word limit so ill post another maybe
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2021.09.25 02:03 butter467 Jackbox party pack 8 comes out October 14th

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2021.09.25 02:03 Draccan What habit or decision finally caught up to you?

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