I got accepted for my masters for this fall semester. I had my room selection slot yesterday and when I logged into the website and tried to select a room, I had the choice of only two houses since I'm a graduate, rothermore house and hatcher house from patons.
But I could not see any images, either be it on the main screen or where I see room details or when I had to select a bed. I picked hatcher house and a room on the 4th floor, but all the rooms said 2 spaces(1 available, 1 unavailable), what does this mean? Because there was no indication of a roommate and their details but it just said 1 unavailable for all the rooms.
I just want to know if there are any pictures of the floor plan, the rooms or any information about this house since I saw that they limited the number of residents to this building in the past. Was it a good choice or should I try changing to rothermore?
Title says it all. I am a fast learner and am trying to figure out the ins and outs of this game. But for the life of me I cannot understand why I am super vulnerable when stunned but the enemies get invincibility for so long they can stand up and walk away without being able to take damage?
I currently have a mum car (Mazda CX-30) on PCP but when I reach the mid point later this year I'm thinking of buying an older car.
I need it to be safe and reliable, able to handle my clambering Whirlwind of a child, and able to chuck loads of stuff in the back and go out for the day.
My car is always dirty inside now - picnic remnants, bluey stickers, footprints, sand, multiple socks, and an every growing toy community.
The outside isn't much better; I live in a costal area so there is always so much bird poo!
I thought rather than worry about the state of my vehicle when I hand my pcp back I'd get an older vehicle, maybe with a small loan.
I used to drive a T5 & love the high ride height so though a Wrangler would be a good choice whilst giving me extra seats.
I have no real intention of going off road so have no real reason for a 4x4 except I like how the Jeep looks!
So I've never really played fighting games, but I heard a piece of the GGS soundtrack at one point and fell down the Rabbit Hole. I decided to main Baiken, because of her 2 massive personalities (and cool samurai weapons I guess). I am so far only 10 hours in and at Floor 4 and absolutely loving the game. I try to play a bit every day to get better and was winning a bunch so I got the idea to try and get to the Celestial Floor. My morale got absolutely crushed however, when I saw how fast these high tier players pump out combo's through some guides and videos. Any tips on how to practice these combo's and other tips for a new player. I'm having most trouble now with getting a good combo out and even my specials from time to time. I also haven't rly played against the whole roster yet, so when I play against someone new I get absolutely stomped and thrown ofguard. But I figured ill learn that with time.
Heyy, *throwaway account btw, I am currently a full time student and would appreciate some honest advice. My friend lives in a sharehouse with 4 other people, and it is not big, so I would have to sleep on the hard floor if I moved in. However, he says its all good if I leave my belongings in there (computer etc) and can shower, use kitchen, eat my food in there etc. However, since I have no money to pay for rent to sleep there (not worth extreme price to sleep on floor) (only have time to work 1 day a week $170) my money is better spent on things like food, public transport etc. So, I am going to sleep outside in a single person tent during the night time. There is a nature reserve near by, but no room around the house, and will be reported for sleeping on the street out the front. I just wondered where the best place is to set up my tent so that I will minimize the amount of times I get confronted by other homeless people. I do not have anything against them, but I feel like some people could be desperate and may think I have something on me, leading to a confrontation or worse. Also, I don't want to be woken up during the night because sleep is important for functionality. What is the safest way to do this? Any help is greatly appreciated :)
The Paladins were not particularly happy carting us out of my tower.
They didn't carry us, we just kind of walked in between them all of the way to the Temple. Kurtulmak maintained a neutral expression, even as we entered.
Galax was waiting for us, with Tallyn at his side. He took one look at me, then sighed. "So, it is
"Before we make any judgment calls, there is
context." I said before any verdict could be reached.
"I am aware." He said. "Bahamut made himself known to both of you, you abandoned him in a foolish attempt at redeeming an evil God- and you somehow succeeded."
"It wasn't that hard, it might be because I didn't immediately damn him for simply existing." I glanced at Tallyn, who averted his gaze. "Did my brother tell you how he tried to kill me before Bahamut stopped him?"
"I was not aware." Galax remarked. "What I am more concerned about is the change in alignment."
"The what now?" I asked.
"Before, you registered as Lawful, that is, aligned with order. Now, you are neutral in that regard."
"Is that specifically bad
..?" I asked.
"It's a clear indication that you have fallen out of Bahamut's favor specifically
, as you have broken his tenets. However, your disobedience was not out of malice, which indicates your actions were intended for the betterment of all." He looked at Kurtulmak. "He, however, is very much Law aligned, and radiates Evil, which matches expectations."
Kurtulmak gave off a smug grin.
"Due to the circumstances, I must require he at least show some manner of allegiance to Bahamut, vestments, perhaps?"
"Try it and die
." Kurtulmak threatened. "The entire town, aside from this quaint little temple, is in my
domain, that I do not force them to bear my symbol proudly is magnanimity
on my part."
I stepped between them. "Just a minute." I said. "We can't waste time on bickering. Kurtulmak has helped us in the past, events I believed to be Bahamut's work were his."
"Oh, how can you be certain?" Galax asked.
"Bahamut bluntly said it." I said. "And if Tallyn is hiding that from you, that is
a lie of omission."
"I have not had an opportunity to give my report. My intention is to verify the truth." Tallyn replied. "The night we were transformed, Kurtulmak did specifically force us to sleep. The alternative was losing all of our memories, being blindly beholden to either Kurtulmak or Tiamat."
"I am the
God of Kobolds." Kurtulmak stated. "I will not lead my people into bondage, even if they were Human to begin with."
"He also provided aid during the mine collapse." I said.
"Why help us?" Galax asked. "Why go out of your way when letting things happen may have benefited you in the long run?"
"Do you honestly expect me to trust Tiamat after everything he and her kind have done to ours?" Kurtulmak asked. "The ancient winds stir, hatred and spite toward the surface world extends toward all
. When we are but vermin in the eyes of those who never knew the pain of subjugation, who would never understand the suffering that the destruction of a warren brings- When those who profess to be good slaughter mindlessly and are rewarded, do you honestly believe I could trust
The Paladins tensed, their hands on their swords.
"You are no fool, neither is Bahamut. I know
compromise will do nothing for our kind, yet my newest servant believes otherwise. I will prove him wrong, I will show him that doing things the 'right' way only ever leads to suffering. The only way to survive is to dismantle the system that oppresses us, and I refuse
to let my people be harmed again."
"Is it your intention to play by the rules?" Tallyn asked.
"I always play by the rules." Kurtulmak replied. "You should be asking, are the rules fair to begin with?" He looked at Galax. "Now, as I understand it, your Warren is woefully unprepared for a war. Alone, I could not fight the foe you face, but alone I will ensure you have a chance. Together, perhaps, we will carve out a place in this world."
Galax met his gaze with a cold one of his own. "As long as Bahamut wills our cooperation, you shall have it." He said. "By Bahamut's will, we will not allow the corruption of our people to evil. If this is impossible for you-"
"I will play by the rules." Kurtulmak stated. "I will do with my servants as I see fit. After all, they are not yours
." He turned around and started walking. "Ruuk Stingtail, you will follow. You have your duties to your Warren, after all."
I nodded and followed after.
As we walked, Kurtulmak addressed me. "You have been a very willing servant thus far. You have not complained, nor have you made any efforts to specifically negotiate a better situation for yourself." He looked at me from the corner of his eye. "Why?"
"You haven't given me a reason yet, Master." I replied. "Until you do, I will continue to do what I can."
He smiled. "Is that so?" He asked, before stopping and turning around. "Kneel." He said. I stopped and knelt. "Why do you kneel when I command you to?" He asked. "Do you feel nothing, submitting before me? No shame?"
I shook my head. "I've done it for Bahamut, why wouldn't I do if for you?" I asked. "I swore a vow to serve you, and to give my undying devotion to you, I keep my promises."
He smiled. "Good." He said. "I have plans for this town, and will see to their fruition. First and foremost is getting you something befitting of your service to me."
I nodded. "How will we announce your presence to the Warren, Master?" I asked.
"My plan is thus. Once you are outfitted, you will call for the Warren to gather, and you will publicly announce your service and fealty to me, your God and Master, and I will make the Barbarians' blood boil, I will awaken the bloodlust of the Fighters, for my domain is War, and they must recognize that to seek the path of either is to walk the path of blood."
We entered the town, Kurtulmak gestured for me to lead him through, to the craftsmen.
Everyone who was up at this hour greeted me warmly, then wondered as to the new face. I greeted them back, but didn't elaborate yet. There was only one person I knew at this hour who was doing any work, an Artificer named Tikkatik.
"Oh, Tallyn." He said as I entered her workshop. "Do you need something?"
I looked at Kurtulmak, who cast a spell, creating a still image. "This design is needed." He stated. "Make twenty-one to start, as quickly as you are able and willing. There will be Awakenings today."
Tikkatik looked at me, confused.
"Do it." I said. "And send the first one to me, I will need it."
"Very well. I thought Sorcerers did not do well with armor."
"This design will not hinder somatic components to the spell." Kurtulmak replied. "Your workings aid the Warren, be proud."
Her eyes widened, then with a determined expression, she nodded and started working.
We returned to the tower. He looked at me and said, "It will be some time before it is finished. Rest, finish your sleep. When I wake you, then it will be time."
"Thank you, Master." Following his command, I laid back down in my bed and fell asleep. As I slept, I dreamed of standing before an army of Kobolds, calling out to them, hearing their collective roar in response. I was powerful, they followed my command without hesitation.
"This is a vision of the past." Kurtulmak's voice echoed in my mind. "What you are feeling is my pride, what you see my nascent empire. This was the day that was taken from us."
There was a brilliant flash of light, followed by darkness as mountain descended upon us, crashing into the city. I could hear the screams of thousands before I was crushed. I opened my eyes to a brighter morning, Kurtulmak was sat on the floor, holding pieces of leather armor. I watched as he sliced his palm and spread the blood across it, but rather than be covered, the blood seeped into the leather, giving it a bright red coloration.
"Approach." He commanded, and I got up and approached. His movements were quick, strapping on the pieces of armor. It comprised of a breast plate and faulds, arm bands that went from my wrists to my elbows, and a pair of pauldrons, the right one bearing the symbol of a skull.
"This doesn't look very protective, Master." I pointed out.
"It is magical." He said. To demonstrate, he held his hand out, manifesting his spear, and stabbed me with it. Though he hit bare scale, it didn't puncture."This armor is your symbol of fealty to me, modeled after my own. I call it the Armor of the Kobold King, wearing this marks you as the leader of our kind, You will never remove it unless it is necessary, you will wear this with pride. Is this understood?"
"Yes, Master." I replied.
"We will abstain from declaring such, for the time being. Yet understand, this armor means you speak with my authority. Do whatever it takes to ensure our prosperity." He stepped away, looking me over, then nodded. "Yes, you wear it well. You look as strong as you are
, your power shall be unmatched. In time, this lowly town will become the heart of a new empire."
"I don't know if the people would agree to that, Master." I replied. "We established the government we have because we didn't want the people's voices to be ignored."
"If you rule correctly, then they won't be ignored." He replied. "We will not need to take it by force, our Empire will come into being by their will. Now, stand tall, walk with pride, and speak with authority. It is time we address our subjects-to-be."
There were some proper channels I needed to go through, letters sent and received, permission granted, the news spread out for the people to gather in the town square. When I walked up to the stage where the Council addressed the people, the other Councilors were present, including Galax and Tallyn.
There was some murmuring at my appearance, some unease in the crowd. There were even more words when Kurtulmak stood beside me.
"Citizens of the Warren!" I called out. "Yesterday, we found something." All eyes were on me, most probably assumed it was the armor, or perhaps an armory. "An underground fortress known as Darastrixthurhi."
I could see several Kobolds' eyes widen, they understood what I was talking about. "And in those halls, I met a God." I proceeded to describe the situation as it had been, leaving nothing out. Several eyes flitted to Kurtulmak, connecting the dots even as I spoke of the agreement he had with me, and how Bahamut was willing to honor this.
"The Kobold who stands beside me is Kurtulmak." I spoke. "I have sworn myself into his service, yet this will not influence how I lead. He will make no claims over us, no demands. As with Bahamut, it is your choice whether or not to serve him as I do. Thus this gift he is about to give is done freely."
Kurtulmak simply raised his hand to the sky, his divine power pulsed through the air, and he spoke a single command. "I am War, embrace the power within you to fight."
All at once, thousands of Kobolds were overwhelmed by their Awakenings, the Barbarians straining to keep their sudden rage in check, the Fighters touching their hearts as bloodlust filled the. Kurtulmak leapt from the stage, his spear in hand. "Come to me and fight, direct your rage upon me, that you do not harm your fellow Kobold, turn your bloodlust upon me, that you do not slaughter your own. I shall temper you."
The fight that broke out as every new Berserker and Fighter charged at him was quick and brutal. No tricks, no magic, just Kurtulmak showing superior skill with just his spear. The newly Awakened were exhausted.
It made me realize that my stepping between him and Tallyn probably did more to save my brother's life than it protected him.
Kurtulmak held his spear out, pointing at them. "You are all who are capable
of fighting. Understand when I say, if you wish for a life of peace, you will never touch a weapon again. But if you will fight to protect your Warren, then you will come to me to learn. You will not win this war by playing by the rules, but through the blood of your enemies."
With this said, he turned his back to them and leapt back onto the stage. I looked at the rest of the Councilors, their reactions were mixed, with the Clerics and Paladins still very much not a fan of the situation. "Galax." I said, holding my hand out to him. "For as long as our Gods act in peaceful alliance, so too do I promise myself and any who choose to follow Kurtulmak will only do what is necessary for our survival, and not a step more."
He stood up and approached me.
"That your master be redeemed." He said, taking my hand and shaking it.
"That the justice that was denied be delivered." I answered back.
I was certain Galax knew why I offered my hand to him. It was one thing to say there was peace between our Gods, it was another to show it. Bahamut spoke in actions, not mere words, and him refusing to do this much would be trouble.
The Council meeting after the fact was mostly just the others asking if I was insane and if I really thought this was going to end well.
I simply looked at them and said, "We have an army now that we didn't have a day ago." I left it at that.
When I returned to the Tower, Kurtulmak carving Draconic runes into them and muttering under his breath, I felt a rush of power flow through me, one I hadn't felt in a long time.
"So, you have achieved greater power." Kurtulmak stated.
"Yes, Master." I said. I had gained knowledge of a cantrip and a new spell. The cantrip was the creation of a handful of acid, while the spell granted me knowledge of how to enhance a weapon, albeit only for an hour- two if I used metamagic.
Not only this, but I was now aware of how I could use magic even with a weapon in hand.
"Nak." He said, standing up. "You are presently the most powerful Kobold in this town, myself excluded. Your insatiable desire to improve your craft is the reason for this. Be honored that you are superior to the rest."
While I felt a flash of pride in his praise, I shook my head. "I'm not superior." I said. "If I was, I would be leagues above them. No, my strength is the same as theirs, I've just been the one who doesn't waste an opportunity to practice."
He smirked in a way that indicated he found this amusing, maybe even quaint.
There was a knock at my door. He nodded, letting me know I could go. I walked downstairs and answered.
It was the other Sorcerers. "Come in." I said, and then entered. "Is something wrong?"
"We wanted to meet Kurtulmak." Goss said.
I blinked. "Uh, why?" I asked.
"He was- is
- the first Kobold Sorcerer." Urak stated. "We have theory
to guide us. Theory and experimentation. Our comparing notes is not enough, we need guidance, and there is no 'Bold with more experience than him."
Kashak nodded. "Not to mention, ever since they became Paladins, our friends have not wanted anything to do with us since we won't convert to their religion."
I sighed. "You don't make faithful by forced conversion." I muttered. "Alright, but bear in mind I
am devoted to him, as per my vow, you cannot trust me to have your best interests in mind if it comes to doing what he needs me to do." I gestured for them to follow me, and they did. Once we were at the top floor, I held my hand out for them to stop.
"Master." I said. "The Sorcerers of our Warren wish to meet you."
Kurtulmak stood up and looked our way.
"They are fools seeking power, toss them aside." He said.
"We want nothing like that, great Kurtulmak." Garu spoke, bowing.
"He did not even waste any time brown-nosing." Kurtulmak remarked. "Your flattery needs work, and your theatrics make your insincerity more obvious. I have no place for sycophants, aspirants, usurpers, the avaricious, and traitors. Leave."
"But, your holiness-!"
Kurtulmak raised his spear at them. "Leave."
They quickly fled down the stairs, at least one of them outright fell. I winced.
"If even one of them was honest, only seeking truth, I might have entertained them. I have grown tired of tyrants driving our people to death." He returned to carving symbols into the armor. "I will give them two more chances. If they can learn to set aside their ambitions for the good of the Warren, I will grant them such a small boon. If they cannot, I will kill them, for they will endlessly seek to dominate, and we do not have the time or patience for that."
There was another knock. I heard him sigh, but he waved his hand. I went back down, opened the door, and saw a Human. "Uh, hi." He said. "I, uh... I wanted to speak with your God." He said.
I led him upstairs.
"Leave." Kurtulmak stated. "I will not meet with a Human, I do not care
about your kind."
"I understand." The Human said. "Nonetheless, I still want to speak with you."
Kurtulmak stood up, pointing his spear. "Leave."
"I'm sorry, but I won't. Either let me speak with you, or kill me." The Human said. "I'm not afraid of dying."
Kurtulmak snorted, then pointed at the floor. The Human walked over to that spot and sat down. "What is your purpose here, Human?" He asked, "Not power, you would have cast aside your Humanity for such. You are not aligned with Bahamut or his faithful, so why are you here, and what makes you so bold as to even consider approaching me?"
"I wanted to know why we are immune." The Human said. "And why we can't use the powers that everyone else can."
"Why do you want to know?"
"So we have an answer."
Kurtulmak sighed, resting the butt of his spear on the ground and curling his arm around it so that he could lean against it. "The reason is twofold." Kurtulmak replied. "Tiamat wanted to ensure there would be no chance of the transformed ever remembering their Human lives. Driven mad with pain, they would lash out, killing their former friends and family, the horror driving them to repress their past identities, making it easier for Tiamat to wipe their memories entirely. Naturally, this precludes any Humans obtaining power."
The Human nodded. "I had a suspicion, thank you for the answer. I don't have anything to give in appreciation-"
"You could give me your Humanity." Kurtulmak stated. "As far as I am concerned, you only exist to aid us, to do the drudgery while we take care of the important things. I would make you all slaves, if it wasn't for the unfortunate reality that you might become Kobolds while in bondage."
The Human nodded. "I thought so." He said. I watched in surprise as he became a Kobold. "There."
Kurtulmak looked just as surprised as I was, impressed, even. "You are very brave." He remarked. "I hereby name you Kalith, in honor of such." He sat down across from Kalith, and held his hand out. "I am also aware of what you can be
. My offer is thus- Serve me, pledge your fealty to me, work to ensure our ascension to a mighty empire, and I shall grant you power only you could wield."
"I'm a Warlock?" Kalith asked.
"You are nothing." Kurtulmak stated. "I can may you more
Kalith nodded and took Kurtulmak's hand. He grew tense, his eyes wide, his mouth opening in a soundless scream. One of his eyes, the one I could see, turned from a light green to a pale yellow. When Kurtulmak let go of him, he slumped over, arms shaking as they held him up, his breathing heavy.
"Who am I, Kalith?" Kurtulmak asked.
"Master." Kalith breathed.
"Good. You will go forth and display your power before the Warren, and you will make known the Pact you have forged, and the price that is paid for power. You are mine now, you can either despair or rejoice, it does not matter to me."
Kalith looked at his hands, clenching and unclenching his fingers. "Huh, I should've done this a long time ago." He said. "Thank you, Master."
"Rejoicing it is." Kurtulmak remarked.
Kalith stumbled a little as he got up, I helped him get used to his legs before helping him down the stairs.
"Will you be okay?" I asked.
"Of course." He said. "There are other potential Warlocks out there, and for better or worse, we need them to awaken."
He left the Tower, and I waited for a few minutes, just in case someone else came by. The knock came just as I was about to head upstairs. "For fuck's sake..." I muttered as I opened the door. I didn't expect to see Tallyn.
"May I enter?" He asked.
I stepped aside and he walked in. Dressed in shining armor, proudly wearing the vestments of Bahamut, he looked at me coldly.
"Is your... master
here?" He asked.
"Yes." I said. "Why?"
"I wish to speak with him." He stated, looking at the stairs. I sighed and gestured for him to follow me. "Is my being here an inconvenience?" He asked.
"The Sorcerers came by looking for power, Kurtulmak chased them off. We got our first Warlock not long after, you're the third person who's come by to see him."
"He chased the Sorcerers away?" He asked, he seemed surprised.
"He's not looking for minions. If they try again twice and they haven't figured out Kurtulmak actually does care about the Warren by then, he will kill them, because their ambition will endanger us at the worst possible time."
"Ruuk..." I looked at him. "Do you regret what you have done at all?"
"Do you?" I asked. I led him up the stairs, Kurtulmak was already waiting for us, spear in hand, pale yellow eyes glaring at Tallyn.
"Do you think you stand a chance, Paladin?" He asked. "I have not forgotten your actions."
Tallyn drew his sword, then handed it to me. "I did not come to antagonize." He said. "I have come to offer my limited
service, as recompense for my actions."
"Don't even bother." Kurtulmak stated. "Accepting this would only lead you to resenting me more. You see me as one who has taken your brother away from you, who has lied to your God, who will lead your people astray." He walked toward Tallyn until he was face to face. "I would never accept the service of one who hates me. If you are truly sorrowful for your actions, you will renounce your God and accept me as your own." "I would never."
Tallyn hissed through gritted teeth.
"Then save your apologies for the ones you have wronged." Kurtulmak replied. "Starting with your brother."
Tallyn turned around, took his sword from me, and walked away. I heard the door to the Tower slam behind him.
"Did you have to antagonize him like that, Master?" I asked.
"Yes." He replied. "He is foolishly trying to reconcile his actions with his faith. He believes he was correct in punishing a traitor, his offer to me was nothing more than a means to quell his guilty conscience." Kurtulmak returned to his work on the armor. "Under less polite circumstances, I would have accepted and slowly corrupted him until he willingly consigned his soul to me. I told him exactly what he needed to hear."
"Given the opportunity to convert him, would you?" I asked.
"No." He replied. "Not only would it sour the deal I have with Bahamut, but it would also turn his followers against me even more. They are barely
holding themselves back, even the mere notion that two of the miracles they experienced- indeed, the entire reason they were capable of revering him- was because I was feeling contrary that day." He looked at me. "Given the chance, would you?"
I shook my head. "No. But I would make him question his faith, force him to understand what it is he is looking for, and whether he is genuinely faithful, or simply struggling to reconcile with the pointless suffering we are dealing with."
"A good answer." He raised his hands up and began to chant an incantation. His eyes glowed with unfathomable power, the symbols on the armor began to glow, and then he lowered his hands. He picked up the armor, looked it over, then nodded before setting it aside and grabbing an unmarked one.
"Master, may I ask what you are doing?"
"Enchanting." He said. "I am creating a relatively rare magic armor that provides greater protection to the wearer. There is no way we will avoid combat, at some point, our enemies will grow impatient, and they will seek to kill us before long."
"So, it's like my armor?" I asked.
"No. The armor I gave you is a legend unto itself, a copy of the artifact that is mine. This will be less protective, but will still save lives."
"Is there any way I can help?" I asked.
"Not at present." He said. "You need to maintain your good image among the Warren, tomorrow, you will approach the Temple of Bahamut and request atonement. Say that, while you cannot forsake your vow to me, you wish to make amends. This will reduce tensions, will make you appear more reasonable and amenable to their desires, and will ensure that- when the time comes- they will leap to your defense, rather than risk their lives for a traitor."
"I will do as you command, Master." I replied.
He smiled. "I like you, Ruuk. You don't ask unnecessary questions. Now, you should go out there and lend your power to those who need it, you have a duty to your people, which is important for when you become their king."
"As you command, Master." I headed downstairs and stepped out into the town.
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So I know it’s been asked a million times. But when I searched I got posts from over a year ago. Is panda/feca/ougi x 2 still meta for dreams rush?
Returning player and just want to get back into dreams. My team used to be panda / crit hup (before nerfs) / whatever I needed.
I just want to rush floor 200 to 400 a few times to get the hang of it again before I start switching up teams.
So yeah, TLDR : what’s the best setup for dreams rushing floor 200-400 and repeating that proces.
Thanks in advance!
Hey guys. I've begin lately working on trying to access the spiritual plane and Astral plane through meditation and harnessing my energy into breaking down the callus in my third eye.
Lately I found a nice blissful moment with some Japanese ring meditation balls. And it scared me afterwards. I felt like I had found something so blissful and amazing. Then immediately scared. Like I accessed something negative as well. I only mention this story both because of that true blissfulness being found for a moment. And the fear. I felt that same fear reaching for the meditation balls again. After I got over it and tried I just wanted to lay and see if I could access my tunnel and travel. And it got intense BTE. It got to a point I felt like i was going to blast the way one would off DMT.
I immediately opened my eyes and jumped awake. It terrified me. I felt phycedelicy in my vision in a way and reached for my phone to ground myself. Then it faded. I was scared to go to sleep for a second. Then decided to post here and see if anyone responds. Why do I fear letting go so much? I think I developed a ego surrounding my ego death and now it's grasping to be that guy. And if I let go I think it'll show me in a grander maybe harsher way that I am shit. And nothing.
Anyways. Floor is yours.
I just wanted to get this off my chest. It’s something I kept to myself and I’m looking into going to therapy for it eventually. I lived in a house filled with people (step siblings, uncle, and parents) I shared a bathroom with my siblings and uncle for a few years as a teen and I believe I was around 15 or 16 years old and I remember using the bathroom and looking down and seeing dirty clothes on the floor right in front of the toilet and my uncle’s gym shorts on the floor and in the short pocket there was a phone and I immediately took it out of the pocket because I felt it was odd to forget a phone there and as I picked it up I saw the camera was on but not on record so my dumb self thought it was an accident or I accidentally clicked the camera button so I put the phone on the counter. So fast forward to maybe a week or a few days, and I notice my step brothers (M 12/13) phone placed on the same spot my uncle’s phone was in gym pant shorts facing the toilet. I first thought “What if it’s on the camera like my uncle’s.. but probably not” so I took the phone out of the pants and saw it was recording. I immediately freaked out and wasn’t able to get into the phone and delete it (a phone call came in and I freaked out). I felt it was an accident again and my step brother wouldn’t do something like that until it started happening every day. I noticed it every day in pant pockets on the floor recording. I was able to get into the phone that time and delete it and move the phone out of the bathroom thinking he kept forgetting it in there. I started to notice it was on purpose when he “tried” to be clever and moved the phone facing both the shower and the toilet prompt up on the side of the counter each time I would notice it, delete the video, and take the phone out of the bathroom. What messed me up is when I woke up in the morning to get ready for school he would purposely wake up 5min before me and set the phone up. One time I went in before him and he told me he had to pee really bad and asked me to get out for a sec. When I got out and went back in I noticed the phone. I bet you’re thinking “Why didn’t you tell your parents?” Well at 16 I was scared and didn’t know what was happening and why my sibling would do this, I was also super embarrassed and scared they wouldn’t believe me. But I finally told my mom on the way to school because I couldn’t let this happen any longer. Fortunately, my mom took the action he got his phone taken away, they spoke and I wasn’t around for any convo because I couldn’t face it. I didn’t speak to him for months but over time I think we spoke and to this day we’re still on talking terms but now that I’m in my late twenties I’m disturbed by it I feel violated I can’t trust any family members the same again, I get nervous going into bathrooms to this day I always thought I was being pathetic and that he was also a minor and he was younger than me so he wouldn’t know better at the age. I just needed to get over it but I can’t help but feel even more bothered by it now as a 28 year old and I feel I’m also questioning my uncle who may or may not have recorded me too but there’s no proof. I just so happened to find a phone with a camera on but not recording but saw my step brother doing the same thing but it was recording that time.
TLDR: step sibling continuously recorded me in the bathroom when I was 15/16 while he was 12/13 and it’s disturbing me more now as 28 year old than at the time it happened.
I (originally from India) just got back from London to my smaller city, after celebrating my best friend who was getting married. I was waiting for a bus to take me home, at the railway station. It was 2 am and I was so tired after walking all day in the sun. I don't drink alcohol so I was completely sober. and Everyone around me was drunk except one other middle aged man (from Philippines) who seemed sober too. Now comes the issue that I will never forget and will always regret.
There were a bunch of kids (teenagers I suppose) who were so drunk and completely destroyed making a lot of Ruckus and sound. Kids being kids I suppose. All white British kids but didn't look posh. They definitely were bigger than me. 2 girls and 5 boys. One of those boys was the biggest among all and suddenly he started to kick one of those girls and the girl was giggling while being kicked. He pushed her onto the floor and tried to play stamp her on the head. When the girl stood up I could see bruises all over her legs going up to her inner thigh. He then took and ran away with her bag and she started to chase him. She was still giggling. He then asked her to pull the bag from him and while she did , he let the bag go. She fell so hard on the concrete and that's when I stood up. I saw the girl was giggling but I know she is doing it because she is scared. She is definitely not enjoying it, she is drunk, and so young.
When the middle aged man saw Me stand up, he came running to me..sat near me and said to not intervene. He was like, these kids might have a knife and you don't want to get stabbed. I got scared.
The abuse went on untill the bus came. The guy took photos of her on the ground and pretty sure some upskirt pics..the other friends didnt intervene. I should have called the police.
I am so sorry young girl. I hope you have a loving family who saw the bruises on you the next day. I hope he didn't violate you more. I hope you don't feel like you need to drink and let abuse happen to feel accepted. You are so young and there is so much life ahead of you.
Back in primary school in year 4, I was 8-9 keep that in mind, I had a teacher we'll call Mrs. Peterson (not her real name). It was a normal day and it was time for PE, in PE we were doing tennis. I've never been fond of tennis and this is what lead me to hate it. At the time I just disliked it so I still played. We were playing a game where 1 person (my teacher) would stand behind the net and throw the ball, the person on the other side (our class) would hit it and if it didn't go over the net they would join our teacher on the other side. If you got it over you would be safe as long as a person on the other side didn't catch it before the first bounce. Our teacher didn't explain this very well and when it was my turn I was still confused, I attempted to hit the ball but naturally missed. I was disappointed but just joined my teacher anyways. A few other people were there as well so at least I wasn't alone. After I was sent out this boy we'll call Sam was having his turn. I caught the ball after the first or second bounce, like I said I was confused of the rules so I was asking if I got to go back in since I caught it. No one was answering my question, Sam was shouting at me everyone was staring at me, I was scared, paralyzed and non-verbal. All I could do was just stand there. Sam then snatched the ball out of my hand and I was still a little shooken. That's when Mrs. Peterson started screaming at me and told me to sit out. I was confused and hadn't done anything wrong but at the time I was sensitive and fragile so naturally I immediately thought it was my fault so I sat in the corner of the pitch and cried. It got to the point I was so stressed by the sobbing I got a nose bleed because of all the pressure it felt to cry and my breath started to stress and it felt like I couldn't breath. I cannot explain how I felt in this moment other than the fact I had sour tears streaming down my face, my lips wet with snot, blood dripping from my nose onto the floor and the feeling of suffocating in my throat. Most of my male class mates weren't exactly bothered about me but my female classmates were. I wasn't very well liked in my class because I was the typical weird and singled out kid so you could tell there was clearly something wrong with me. But the entire time my teacher ignored me and told people to stop checking on me and that I was putting on a show. I can't remember how much time I just sat there crying until my teacher finnaly came up to me. She looked serious and I was terrified, she then proceeded to say, "(name) stop putting a show on for everyone, now repeat after me" she then proceded to force me to say "I am being stupid" "I'm putting on a show for nothing" "this isn't like me" and other various insults. I was a good kid so I repeated them, she then told me to clean myself up in the bathroom so I did. Then went back to playing tennis still shaken. She acted like nothing happened and I was still traumatized and petrified. This has caused me further trauma in tennis that has still greatly effected me. I wish I could have reported this but she was the wife of the principle and I would most likely get in trouble. I didn't tell anyone after that and I really wish I was more confident. What do you think, did my teacher do the right thing?
For context, I’m 19F who just finished freshman year of college, and the roommates I happened to live with for the first three weeks of school made me miserable.
I tried my hardest to enjoy being in the friend group that had formed between 8 of us living on the same floor. A lot of them I really liked! But over time I started to feel left out. I think my personality is a little more soft spoken until you get to know me. I felt a little overshadowed and realized I wasn’t being invited to things anymore. This made me really sad because I moved four states away for college and was trying to make new connections.
Three weeks in, I branched out to a new person and she invited me to a group hangout. None of the girls in my original group were part of it to be clear.
Basically, this new girl’s dorm was right across the hall from MY dorm room, where my FIRST friend group spent all their time. Well at some point I was telling all the new girls about my roommates, and how much I really liked them, they were so pretty, etc. I did mention I felt left out. To be honest I was venting for sure, but I was so happy to be around people that cared what I had to say. We talked about a shit ton of other stuff too.
When I opened the door into the hallway much later, my roommate’s phone was lying face down on the carpet right in front of me. I picked it up and the apple feature called “active listening” was on.
Basically my original friend group had heard me say their names across the hall, wanted to know what was being shared, and decided to record our conversation live so they could all listen. I found out later that they were sitting in a circle passing around the earbuds so they could hear what I was saying.
Obviously this shook me quite a bit, and after getting caught, each of them threw each other under the bus to save themselves. Even worse, they suddenly treated me like an ANGEL. I realized after a few days of this that it was simply fear that I would snitch. I told my RA and moved out a week later.
For the rest of the year I got anxiety every time I saw them. They would come to my new dorm with their (scary) boyfriends to ask if I stole things. I don’t know how they found my new dorm. To be honest I did take a few miscellaneous items like two spoons and a plastic tupperware because I was so pissed that I wanted to be rebellious in my own dumb way. I should’ve given them back but my anxiety was so bad I couldn’t even go to their floor.
I found out they spread their side of the story to as many people as possible, and I spend a lot of time worrying about how others might view me as a person. I hate that this incident is still affecting me. They continued to be petty in person and online for a long time. But sometimes I remember that they’re people too and in their eyes I am the villain, and I start to feel bad.
AITA? I struggle with this a lot.
TLDR: roommates snooped on a private convo and I got them in trouble but sometimes feel guilty for doing so.
My fiancés friend moved in with us and the very first week she got a dog, she kept pushing the idea that it was my fiancé fault bcuz they mentioned wanting a dog which gave them the idea which was terrible bcuz I already owned a dog and she wasn’t very good with other dogs, then the dog she got made a disgusting mess and ruined one of my rugs and a dog bed my mother had bought for my dog when I went to visit her across the country when I told her she’d have to replace what the dog destroyed she initially refused and then eventually she just never did get it after time I just figure she wasn’t. Through out the time of her being here she would slam doors and be very rude and even raise her voice whenever she felt we were wrong about something most recently we got back at 3am from the gym and came in a little bumped from working out she was the only one home and she was upset that we came in loud but instead of saying anything she storms downstairs and takes her dog to use the restroom not before he pees on the floor and makes a mess and as she goes out she slams the door when she comes in I ask her not to slam the door like that and she tells me that I could do it myself I figured she thought I was asking her to lock the door so I reply “I’m not telling you to lock the door I’m saying don’t slam the door” then she tells me that it’s rude to come in loud and that she’s going to slam doors and I tell her she is in my house and can’t slam doors just because she’s mad and she tells me I’m not her father and l reply “you’re right im not. Im the man whoms house you live in. Your father would probably forgive that” and she gets angry and says goodbye and storms into her room for the night she does pay rent but she pays less than everyone else there are 5 of us including my fiancé, her friend, and me, we all pay a fixed rate of 550 a month in rent and she pays 415 she only came to stay because her family kicked her out and it’s been half a year and she doesn’t seem to be trying to move out I’m tired of her attitude and ruining my homes energy #AmITheAssH for the argument and wanting to kicking her out
At roughly 7pm last night a gang of teenagers (15 to 18 year old if I had to guess) were having a full on fight at the 409 bus stop across from O'Connells that ended up with one young lad on the floor and the lad fighting him stomping him on the head.
A bus driver had to come out to try and get them to stop and was shouting "the guards are on the way" and trying to break if up.
Then the lad on the ground was pulled away by his friends, walking in front of cars on the road and another fight broke out in the meantime but I didnt hang around to see how that ended up.
One of the lads involved was off his head in Bohermore the other day aggressively approaching people talking about coke.
I'm from Galway and have lived in the city for years, I'm no stranger to fights but this is the 3rd daytime fight I've seen this week.