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2023.06.02 01:46 Recent-Heron5637 Brian

I just Found recently on this server that brian was supposed to be the main character but they changed it for vi. diesel so he can come back. Just imagine they stuck with brian i would’ve loved to see fast and furious 4 with brian and rome. We got robbed after 5 this series fell off hard. They should’ve stopped it when brian died watching this fast x with brian just getting mentions hurts inside. I’m seeing dom have a brother that looks nothing like him lol. People surviving car crashes constantly. Dom play rocket league in the new movie like come on. There’s stupid writing and there’s this . The actors are soo old aswell i miss the races i remember when mia was young back in the first movie she was hot can’t say the sand now due to age. But you guys probably heard these rants too many times before.
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2023.06.01 23:43 Mammoth-Figure-4722 Can diesels sound good?

I’m not trying to offend anyone with this post so please don’t take it that way. I’m looking to buy my first car and just want to hear from more experienced people - please don’t be offended.
I am looking to buy an rcz and I am trying to decide between the petrol or diesel - 160hp. I like the idea of having easy torque and having a more reliable engine with higher mpg than the petrol, however I am just a bit concerned about the exhaust note. I wouldn’t mind slightly modifying the exhaust to give it a better note but does this do much for diesels? I just don’t want it to ‘sound like a tractor’ as my brother said.
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2023.06.01 18:25 bluetickbeagle23 I made the Hercules truck from Diesel Brothers

I made the Hercules truck from Diesel Brothers
How did it turn out?
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2023.06.01 15:52 metalmountains need help finding a place out west that will suit the needs of 3 very different adults.

got kind of a weird one here compared to most of the posts. when I was a kid, my mom moved us from NH to South Carolina to be near my grandparents and get away from our dad. My whole family has hated it since day one. We hate, and have hated, everything about it. the weather, the culture, the economy, the politics, the job market, the lifestyle, THE FUCKING POISON IVY, the bugs, etc. Except my mom, who has turned very conservative and likes the politics.
so I left as soon as I could (around 2001) and have lived all over the US since then. I've lived in NYC, Chicago, Houston, Kansas City, Oakland, Denver, Moab, Wyoming, and Idaho, with some stints in Iceland. My brother stayed, has always lived within 30 minutes of the house we grew up in. My mom stayed because her parents were here, my brother stayed because my mom was here. I'm super sick of having to drive 30+ hours to go see them once every couple of years.
my grandpa died recently, so I moved back temporarily to help my mom out. I don't hate it like I used to but I still don't like it and I don't want to stay, but I like being closer to my family. Long story short, we all got to talking and my bro and mom realized they have no reason to be here anymore and have always wanted to leave, and suddenly they're considering moving to a different part of the country where I can be out west where I love it, and also near them. The problem is...we can't figure out where. I can't think of a place that works for all three of us. I'd be fine with living like two hours from them.
I can't figure it out. I fucking love the mountain towns in Idaho but hate what the state is turning into politically, and it's prob too cold for my family. I'd be happy with Montana, but again i think it's prob too cold for my mom. I'd be down with Colorado and I know my bro could find work in the front range but it's probably too expensive for my family. I thought maybe Santa Fe but my mom says it's too desert-y. I think Flagstaff could work but I hear it's gotten California expensive recently. Eastern WA maybe?
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2023.06.01 15:47 Bud_Brothers Bud Brothers Seed Co. - Pack Giveaway -Cult Classics www.budbrothersseedco.com

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2023.06.01 07:42 RemnantEvil [Video games journalism] When a writer's punished for having the wrong opinion and leads a tiny exodus of hobbyists

What is Rock, Paper, Shotgun?
Rock, Paper, Shotgun (RPS) is a PC-gaming focused site based in the UK that was started in 2007. It has the usual gaming site content – Top 5/10/50/100 lists, publisher or developer press releases dressed up as news, reviews, previews, press event reports, a podcast, and – important to this story – a comment section below articles where gamers and capital-G Gamers, left-wing and right-wing alike, can find unity in complaining that their favourite was inappropriately placed in the aforementioned Top 5/10/50/100 lists.
(Fun fact: one of the co-founders of RPS was Kieron Gillen, who has since worked on Uncanny X-Men, Young Avengers, Marvel’s Darth Vader, and co-created Doctor Aphra.)
Of note, RPS bucks the generally apolitical nature of gaming sites by being quite openly left-wing. Though it generally isn’t a feature of many articles, it does show up on occasion, and not always in the best light. For instance, this article that has an unusual bone to pick with Rainbow Six Siege having a female hostage in the E3 demo. Despite Tom Clancy himself having a reputation as a conservative, and that’s pretty evident in his fiction, the Rainbow Six series has been unusually progressive in having women fighting terrorists alongside the men since the inception, and Siege was no exception. It was actually quite rare in the ‘90s that a woman not named Lara Croft was involved in the action alongside the boys, so it does seem like an article about Rainbow Six’s treatment of women is more about having a bone to pick.
(Editorial note: I do not believe a person’s identity is political. Some people do. There’s a saying that applies to capital-G Gamers – “There are two genders: male and political.” Often when they decry keeping politics out of video games, it’s directed at any sort of inclusion. So, the political slant on this is just to point out that left-wing people are generally pro-trans and right-wing people are generally not. Spoiler alert, this is a discussion about trans people.)
What is wargaming?
Within gaming, there are genres. Wargaming is one of them, and quite niche. Within the genre, there’s a diverse spectrum of passion. Some would consider themselves wargaming fans if they played and liked the Total War series. More hardcore wargamers would vehemently disagree and look down their nose at a game that has giant men standing on a world map; in their minds, wargaming is the domain of the chit and NATO symbology – a whole other language where a rectangular with an X through it represents an infantry unit, and the number of Xs or Is above the rectangle represents its size from XXXXX being army group, XX being division, II as battalion or I as company. (Give me hexes or give me death!) But in general, it’s operational (think the Italian campaign of WWII), strategic (the invasion of Sicily the Allies), or tactical (taking a specific town in Sicily with a regiment), and generally turn-based but occasionally real-time. You won’t find Age Of Empires in this genre, for instance.
Wargaming is not exclusive to the digital space either, and it’s just as likely to be played around an enormous table with intricate landscapes, pushing 8mm, 15mm or bigger pieces, usually hand-painted, and rolling dice. They’ll have a hefty rulebook in hand to consult how many dice you roll and what sort of success you need in order for your British mortar team to successfully knock out the German machine gun nest on the rooftop. Warhammer 40K is the most famous example, but that’s a single guy per base; the deeper wargames have a single base representing a squad or platoon stuck together to move as a group.
(The more hardcore have taken on the moniker grognards, a reference to old soldiers and specifically the original Imperial Guard that fought under Napoleon at Waterloo.)
What’s The Flare Path?
Among the contributors to RPS was one named Tim Stone, who started writing for the site as soon as it was founded. (I cannot use anonymity, so the usual sub rules apply about leaving people alone; Tim’s still writing and in order to engage with this drama, we have to link articles that clearly have his name on them.) There’s a distinction between staff and contributors; staff were full-time employees of the business, whereas contributors are just freelancers who pop in and out. He was not a run-of-the-mill writer who would guzzy up press releases, Tim only had one ongoing feature called The Flare Path with a supplemental Friday Foxer. Though he started out doing little comics under the title Strafe Left, he moved on to reviews and features before creating the regular feature The Flare Path in 2011.
The title The Flare Path is a reference to the lights that outline runways, allowing aircraft to take off or land at night. And that is a pretty good summation of the feature, because Tim’s focus was exclusively on wargaming and simulations, which could mean directing squadrons of aircraft to take off for a mission, or yourself piloting a plane to a gentle landing guided by the flare path. Every Friday, you would just as likely find an article about a game where you drive a train in rural England as you would a wargame where you command Roman legions in that very same countryside. Among the regular features were A2Z articles, where Tim would have short snippets for each letter of the alphabet, with Q often necessarily “Quick tea break” due to the infrequency of that letter showing up. For instance, a new ARMA game might be A, then teasing a review of Battle Brothers is B, and so on, just a fun way to wrap up a lot of short bits of news that don’t have enough meat for a full article.
Another article type would see Tim break out of his usual Friday containment and run communal games, typically Combat Mission. Combat Mission is a WWII/Cold War turn-based tactics game where you’d queue up orders to your units that would then be executed for 60 seconds, during which the other side would be executing their own orders and you’d simply have to watch how your planning and preparation plays out. And it turns out, this is surprisingly adaptable to a group game – Tim would grid the map, lay out a scenario, identify the units and the objectives, and then people would comment below the article to give instructions. You could only move one unit in a turn and you had to be the first to claim that unit, but you’d say, for example, “I’d like to move 1st Squad to H3 and try to suppress the machine gun,” and Tim would take your comment and play it out. The next day, he’d do a little narrative report on who did what, where, and when, and what the enemy did in response, in a fun narrative way, even naming characters who pulled off particularly heroic or cowardly feats. Then he’d update the map, and the next turn begins.
Alongside his regular article, he’d also post a Friday Foxer. He’d have a variety of different games in the Foxer genre, and often rewarded correct answers with prizes – usually codes for games that developers gave him. One type was giving clues to a location and the readers would have to deduce where Tim was “standing” that fit all the criteria. Others were Catchphrase-like messages hidden in images that you’d need to decode, or a series of seemingly-unrelated images which had a theme that you’d need to identify.
I go on these tangents to emphasize that Tim had built himself a little community on RPS. While contributors did reply to reader comments in articles, Tim was often playing a game with readers, which endeared him to some people. Not only that, if you were interested in wargaming or simulations, any article on RPS about those genres was typically Tim’s domain. For a certain group, Tim was the only regular source of news on two niche genres, and the only reason to read RPS if the newest action game or looter-shooter didn’t appeal to you. There was and (spoilers) is nothing like The Flare Path and the Foxers on RPS, as far as actual engagement with the article itself through community wargames or puzzles.
Equally important, wargaming itself is niche enough that there are few others who do what Tim does. Wargaming.net is actually the name of the company who makes World Of Tanks, World Of Warships and others – ironically, none of which would qualify as wargames and would barely pass musters as simulations either. Wargamer has infrequent articles. The best podcast on the subject is Three Moves Ahead (which originally launched as the podcast for the now-defunct Flash Of Steel website), but the podcast is infrequent as well, is primarily focused on a single game per episode (though with comparisons made by the host or guests to other games), and has a bit too much focus on Total War or every single new Paradox DLC for Crusader Kings at the exclusion of more niche titles.
On a weekly schedule, Tim became a stable pair of hands, and was directing his community to support all sorts of up-and-comers who were otherwise ignored or neglected or just invisible to wider gaming press.
I also want to point out that there’s an often-unspoken ethical question at the core of wargaming as a hobby. To his credit, Tim often wrote about it, and would even avoid wargaming topics as a matter of sensitivity to significant dates. As players in this hobby, we are moving chits around that represent thousands of people and though nobody obviously dies, wargaming frequently deals with historical events and it’s something we need to be aware of. Tim would frequently muse in his articles or bring it up in interviews with developers – to paraphrase, what we’re doing for “fun” is essentially turning some very dark times in human history into entertainment, and to what extent should we be aware of that? Should we want to simulate “playing” as Germany to conquer Europe, which in the real world resulted in tens of millions of innocent and not-so-innocent people dying? It’s a tough conversation to have and Tim chose to engage with it, which probably put him offside with some of his readers, because it’s a topic that actually genuinely is bringing politics into gaming, unlike a lot of the gaming discourse.
A journalist is booted off a fictional radio for being a bit TERFy, resulting in a journalist being booted off a website for being a bit TERFy.
The inciting incident for this drama is an article posted in 2020 about a UK journalist who was one of several used by game developer Ubisoft to provide voiceovers for the video game Watch Dogs Legion. In the article, it is revealed that this journalist had in the past posted a 2017 The Times article titled “A man can’t just say he has turned into a woman.”
What is TERF? Trans-Exclusionary Radical Feminist, which probably spiked the Google charts more recently with The Author Who Shall Not Be Named. I will add this disclaimer, I am inferring things about Tim when I call him a TERF, and maybe I’m giving too much credit. I don’t know if Tim Stone is a feminist, so I’m giving the benefit of the doubt, and I wear that. The author of The Times article is a self-proclaimed feminist, and does claim to support trans right, but according to the RPS article, “(She) uses familiar hand-wringing about biological sex, transgender identification as a trend, and people with penises in women's changing rooms.” I’ll leave it up to your judgement whether you think either is an actual TERF or not.
In an unusual move, one Tim Stone showed up in the comments of the above article, and that’s the meat of this drama.
The Alamo but with TERFs.
The comments, as you can imagine, were completely chill since obviously “censoring” a “journalist” in a “video game” for “anti-trans views” outside of the game itself is just the perfect intersection of everything political on an internet forum possible. (The voiceover in the game was scripted by Ubisoft and was itself not an issue; they were choosing to remove the voiceover to remove association with the journalist based on their views.)
One user wrote:
there are diverse voices within RPS when it comes to games, genres, preferences etc but I would say (and i’d be prepared to be challenged on this) there is zero diversity in respect of political views and arguable groupthink and alignment particularly around trans issues.
To which Tim opined:
There's at least one regular RPS contributor who'd like to see the site show a little more respect for the gender critical position in the trans rights debate. Me.
He proceeded to link several articles, saying,
I agree with all those arguing for more constructive discussion and less name-calling in this debate.
And we’re off to the races.
One commenter wrote:
never mind 'gender critical' being an obvious dogwhistle, it boggles the mind that you think "trans rights debate" is an acceptable string of words in 2020
trans rights are human rights, this shit isn't a debate
And significantly, it wasn’t just site users who were chiming in. Another writer for RPS came in guns blazing:
The "gender critical position" is tired snivelling cowardice hiding behind Very Real Concerns while throwing shit at the people whose lives are routinely treated like an intellectual excercise. [sic]
I am frankly embarrassed [sic] to see you repeating such dogwhistling bullshit. The obviously lying "I am cancelling my subscription!!!" oafs in here are one thing, but this is just sad.
What the writer was alluding to was the typical capital-G Gamer response to anything political (and often something is only “political” if they don’t like it), namely “Get your politics out of my video games.” Often the corollary of that was “..or I’m getting out of your website.”
The inciting article is itself tame. Incredibly tame. As referenced earlier, it has the usual games journalism scent of just dressing up a press release. At the most judgemental, they referenced that the voiceover-providing journalist had “some pretty ugly opinions about transgender people” and “that’s decidedly not neat,” which is just the lovely understatement you get from British people. “This is a bit bothersome” was, I believe, repeatedly uttered during the Blitz.
I won’t bore with copying over more comments, but it gets quite heated – although Tim seems to remain quite collected in the comments, which does have an air that he isn’t aware of what kind of hornet’s nest he’s kicked. The most noteworthy exchange is between a user and Tim, where the user writes:
It is distressing that you think my rights as a trans person are subject to some sort of "trans rights debate," and that "gender critical" is anything but a dog whistle for the same transphobic rhetoric as I've always been subject to, but now behind a veneer of intellectualism and civil discourse.
This isn't a matter of left and right, it's a matter of respect for other human beings. Good to know at least one RPS writer has none for me.
And Tim’s response:
I have profound respect for you and your life choices.
I also believe that questions like "Should trans women be allowed to compete in female sports?" and "Should male-bodied trans women be housed in womens' prisons?" are worthy of debate.
To forbid all debate on "trans rights" and to seek to silence and cancel people who don't unquestioningly support one side of the argument seems horribly totalitarian to me.
If you were to take an unfriendly view of Tim, this might be it – calling a person’s transition a “life choice”, and then putting the question of trans rights up for debate, calling the desire not to debate someone’s human rights “totalitarian.”
In all, Tim would comment eight times, with his last being:
Some proposed trans rights clash with women's rights in certain areas. It is not bigoted to point this out or advocate debate so that compromises can be reached.
Overrunning the drop zone.
Five days later, the RPS Twitter account posts this tweet.
Trans rights are human rights. We strive to create an inclusive space for all people. Earlier this week, a freelancer used the RPS comments section to express views that failed in that goal. We will no longer be working with this freelancer or publishing their column.
And just like that, the flares are snuffed and Tim’s time at RPS comes to an abrupt end after 13 years of service.
The responses, I’m sure you can imagine, are the usual volleys from the usual battle lines. Left-wing and trans rights people are chuffed to bits, believing that an insidious TERF has been weeded out from RPS. They view his comments about bathrooms and sports as the usual dogwhistle, typical of the alt-right where the goal is to draw increasingly smaller circles to exclude trans people from one thing after another until they ultimately cannot exist in society. Gamers with a right-wing focus and wargamers (and those are not mutually exclusive) try to cancel culture RPS, many declaring that they’d never return to the site for this grave injustice. And for wargamers, that’s pretty easy; Tim was the only one catering to their genre appetite, and there literally was no reason to return without Tim. The most vanilla response was those who didn’t care about the comment section conflict at all and just wanted their dang wargaming news.
(The wargaming audience was not exclusively on the right-wing - the creator of one of the biggest wargaming podcasts showed up in the comments too, and took a distinctly anti-Tim and pro-trans stance.)
The last (spoilers, not really) article posted by Tim was a typical A2Z column, and became somewhat of a shrine to him. Of note, the very user to whom Tim gave his perhaps most damning response showed up:
Please don't assume Tim is a TERF. I was involved, and indeed in lots of was responsible for what happened on the other forum which i am devastated by.
I am trans and Tim replied in support of a view that i expressed! He shared some views and links to articles (including one from a trans blogger) that many people (including many trans people) would agree with. And even if they didn't, and Alison below articulates the position better than i could, its not like he went on an alt right tirade. This is a reasonable person making reasonable views very politely and and commenter whether they agreed with those or not has gained nothing from what happened subsequently, and we have all collectively lost something.
Flare Path fans were somewhat split. The most mild responses were critical of RPS for how they booted Tim out the door without a second chance; some were concerned that it’s not a great way to win allies and convince people. Throw in the usual snippets: “cancel culture” and references to “The Inquisition”, and a number of people saying their farewells to RPS. In an odd way – and I did it myself by calling this a shrine – the comment section really does feel like the man died, with some outright coming to, quote, “pay their respects”.
Of particular note, a user named hms_pepperpot shows up, and it looks like it’s Tim. I have no evidence to the contrary and the phrasing is close enough that I’m willing to believe it. But wait, Tim was posting as Tim Stone in the inflamed comment section, right? Yep, the divorce was so swift and decisive that they even blocked his access to his old username, or deleted it entirely – either way, he was in the comments to say goodbye under an alias.
Leaving RPS without being able to say a proper goodbye to you, the readers who have made my job such a joy this past thirteen years, has been one of the most depressing aspects of the last few days. Your enthusiasm was as important to The Flare Path's modest success as the complete creative freedom Graham afforded me. Thank you for making possible the happiest years of my working life.
While the Flare Path name is destined for the scrap heap, the concept and spirit of the column will hopefully live on. I'm planning to pick up pretty much where I left off early in the new year. An article devoted to the FP game jam entries will be amongst the first pieces I post. Of course, there will be foxers too.
To readers hurt by my words last weekend, all I can say is a heartfelt sorry - I didn't set out to wound and have no wish whatsoever to make the lives of trans people more difficult. To readers baffled by the comments that ended up costing me my job, I strongly recommend reading a thoughtful essay written by Sam Smethers, the CEO of respected British women's rights charity The Fawcett Society. Google 'Sex and Gender Indentity: Finding a Way Forward' and you should find it.
See you in 2021 I hope. Tim.
Of note, HMS Pepperpot is a reference to warship HMS Penelope. With Tim’s penchant for riddles and puzzles, it is not likely a coincidence that:
On wartime service with Force K, she was holed so many times by bomb fragments that she acquired the nickname "HMS Pepperpot".
Though Tim had some in agreement with his views in the inciting comment section, he was undoubtedly outnumbered and taking a lot of flak.
Napoleon’s exile on Elba.
Some time later, Tim would resurface on a new site of his own creation, Tally-Ho Corner. Very much The Flare Path with a new coat of paint, he would carry on with his regular columns on a weekly basis. The Foxers returned, as did A2Z and communal wargaming. RPS, for their part, did not seem to fight to keep the column to themselves. There was a small exodus as RPS had once been a PC gaming site with a wargaming/simulation column, to just a PC gaming site. Those with only an interest in those genres left; there was nothing for them anymore. An unknown number followed Tim to his new endeavour and made themselves known over there. Striking out on his own has costs, however, and Tim sells membership and banner space to those who wish to help out. He has made follow-up requests since Tally-Ho Corner started which would indicate that it isn’t a profitable venture; he says he only wants enough to support the site, and seems to be happy to continue for the love of the hobby. He has alluded to the site not breaking even, so you can infer from that what you want about the size of the Flare Path exodus. Like I said, it’s a very niche hobby, so even 100% of Flare Path readers might not constitute a large number. One of the posts with the most engagements is a community vote on the best PC wargames; two years old, it has 144 comments and a closed comment section, so you could probably extrapolate a rough guess on readers versus commenters to see how popular the site is.
Tim would make the occasional comment about his past misadventure, but generally seemed to just carry on. Others would fight for or against him in other corners of the internet, but publicly, Tim seemed done with the whole thing and happy to just get back to writing about games.
The most blatant reference was an A2Z at the start of this year. No longer than any other entry (remember, he’s filling out 26 entries in a week, they’re usually just snippets), the entry “P is for Pointless provocation” in its entirety:
If, after my bruising departure from RPS in 2020, I had decided to start work on a “cathartic” retro FPS about gunning down dogmatic ‘trans allies’, I hope someone – a friend, colleague, or family member – would have taken me to one side and said “Tim, WTF are you doing?”. Unfortunately, no-one seems to have urged Norwegian coder Sandra Moen to think again. If they had perhaps the nasty Terfenstein 3D wouldn’t have made it onto Steam.
Tim’s back, baby! But it’s not him! But it is!
In a strange, quite dickish move, an RPS writer recycled an old Flare Path to come up with “The 25 best simulation games on PC”, with the writer credited… even though it was copied from Tim’s 2015 article. Tim called it out in an A2Z, as “H is for Hire a new sim correspondent, you cheapskates”, and that really sums it up – they were not rewriting the list, rearranging it, or updating it, they were literally copying the original list over and slapping a new author’s name on it.
If you click the above link, you’ll see that the article now has Tim as the author, changed retroactively (again). That in itself added a new element of drama, as readers who showed up after the edit were surprised by a new article from Mr Flare Path himself. Though it says “updated” in 2022, the giveaway is that the comments are predominantly from 7 years ago, when it was originally posted. One commenter, who I’ll take at their word, seemed to be witnessing the Stalin-esque rewriting of history in real time:
Wow, I just saw that Tim Stone's name has been removed. He was there as author when I first saw it this morning, with a note about it being updated by someone else. Now his name has been fully removed as the original author. I don't know what to say, but it feels icky to rewrite history like that, very 1984.
Update - now it says article by Holly, Additional Contributions by Tim Stone. Still not accurate (seems to be the reverse or reality) but at least the original author's name is in there somewhere again.
(Not calling anyone over there a tyrant or communist or anything, merely referencing that infamous photo where people are removed one by one as they fall afoul of the Stalin regime. In this instance, taking Tim’s work and crediting to someone else, then crediting Tim in addition to the new writer, then finally just calling it a Tim article.)
People noticed that the “updated” tag was the last attempt to hide in plain sight, since there was nothing updated about the list. It was identical to the one posted by Tim in 2015. And the clue was that, according to RPS, no simulation game had managed to crack the list since 2015; the “youngest” game on the list was 7 years old (now 8), a title shared by Farming Simulator 15 and Train Simulator 15.
15, of course, being the year both games released and the year Tim wrote the list.
An odd move to dig up the bones of the past, both the article and Tim’s involvement with RPS, for a single cheap parlour trick. Needless to say, if you search for Tim Stone contributions on RPS now, his “shrine” – a pretty typical A2Z Flare Path – is not his most recent contribution to the site. Instead, it’s “The 25 best simulation games on PC” from 8 years ago.
Fittingly, in the comment section below, the most recent post is by someone seemingly oblivious to the drama surrounding Tim Stone, RPS and trans rights. They’re instead complaining that two other motor racing games were left off the list. And really, there’s probably no better tribute to the community.
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No, Fast X is not on HBO Max since it’s not a Warner Bros. movie. Last year, the company released its films in theaters and on the streamer on the same day. However, they now allow a 45-day window between the theatrical release and the streaming release.
While we don't yet have a confirmed streaming release date for The Fast X, we can look at other Universal releases in 2023 to get a sense of when it might be available to watch at home.
Will Fast & Furious 10 Be On Netflix?
No, The Fast X will likely not be on Netflix any time soon, seeing as it will go directly to Amazon Prime Video after its theatrical run.
A similar timeline would put the rental release date for The Fast X in the UK in early May, but it'll then be another month or two until you can buy and own a copy of the movie.
When Will Fast X Be On Disney+?
While a streaming release date for Fast X has not yet been announced, Disney typically sends their movies to Disney+ around 45 days after the theatrical release — and more specifically, on the Friday after that mark. With this strategy, we could be watching Fast X from the comfort of our homes by early May 2023.
Is Fast & Furious 10 Available On Hulu?
Viewers are saying that they want to view the new animation movie Fast X on Hulu. Unfortunately, this is not possible since Hulu currently does not offer any of the free episodes of this series streaming at this time. It will be exclusive to the MTV channel, which you get by subscribing to cable or satellite TV services. You will not be able to watch it on Hulu or any other free streaming service.
How to Watch Fast X Online?
As soon as Fast X releases, it can be difficult to find the movie online for free. It’s worth noting that most sites offering free movies are illegal, and downloading movies from those sites is a crime. Also because of poor website security, there is a high risk of malware and viruses infecting your device. Therefore, the safest option for watching any movie is to subscribe to a legit streaming service, such as Hulu and Netflix.
All you need to do is create an account for your desired streaming platform where the movie is available, choose a subscription package, search for the movie, and then click the “play” button. If you already have a subscription then you can directly search for the movie and enjoy streaming.
Watch the Fast & Furious movies online
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There are a few ways to watch Fast X online in the U.S. You can use a streaming service such as Netflix, Hulu, or Amazon Prime Video. You can also rent or buy the movie on iTunes or Google Play. You can also watch it on-demand or on a streaming app available on your TV or streaming device if you have cable.
Fast X cast: Who is expected to return for Fast and Furious 10?
It wouldn't be right to have a Fast and Furious finale without most of the core crew right? And yes, some of them are no longer alive - Gisele for example - but that hasn't stopped the Fast Saga finding a way to bring key characters back in the past. Yes Han, we're talking about you.
Brian O'Connor will very sadly be harder to do this with of course, given Paul Walker's tragic death in November 2013, but O'Connor lives on in the Saga so he will no doubt be mentioned at the very least and who knows with technology these days what the directors could do to keep O'Connor's character shining bright in this film.
With none of the core crew dying in Fast 9, we expect the following cast members to return for Fast X:
Charlize Theron has confirmed her return to the Fast Saga, meaning Cipher will return as the villain and you see her and Letty in the trailers that you can watch a little further down. Jason Statham returns as Deckard Shaw too and his mother, Magdalene 'Queenie' Shaw played by Helen Mirren, is also back, based on the trailers.
Given Fast 9 introduced Dom's brother Jakob Toretto, played by John Cena, to the party, it's unsurprising to see him in the trailer - and seemingly on the good side from the start rather than the baddie side for Fast X.
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2023.05.30 18:18 tbonescott1974 I booked a non-refundable

The title says it all. I booked a non-refundable reservation and paid in full up front. This is for a small family giveaway with my parents and my brother and his family (9 total with 5 being my brother and his family). My brother was just informed let go from his job and they now cannot go.
I did buy the insurance but I don't see that loss of job is covered. And, just like all insurance companies, though the policy doesn't say that this is not specifically covered, it also doesn't say that it is. Has anyone on here ever gone through something similar?
And, to help curtail the obligatory " You shouldn't have..."posts...Yes, I know this. I book no less than 15 AirBnB every year for various vacations and work things but for some reason, most of the places in this area are non-refundable.
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2023.05.30 16:44 AvailableBee7902 😦OMG THERE HERE

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2023.05.30 14:35 EricLambert_RVAspark Just some stories from an electrician on the jobsite. What are your stories?

I got sent for a left handed breaker once as an apprentice. I knew a left handed anything was a joke. I went outside and smoked a cigarette. I came back in and told them the guy in the parts room said we'd need a skyhook to install it. They liked that.
That was a fun little job. We had a guy from Lebanon and a guy from France on the crew. They almost came to blows one day over historic French-Lebanese relations.
I stayed another 2 days after everybody else got laid off or transferred, loading the foreman's truck with copper. He'd drive off a couple times a day with the bed almost touching the back tires and be back in an hour and we'd do it again.
He swore it was going to the shop. I never saw a penny.
My '98 Ford escort finally bit the dust the evening before my last day out there. I had to take a cab into work. I had arranged for a ride at quitting time.
As my foreman was taking the last load of copper to "the shop" he said he was planning on cutting me loose early, and it was unfortunate that I was waiting on a ride at a predetermined time.
He lamented that if only there were a bar or something nearby he'd take me there and I could arrange for my ride to pick me up there.
I reminded him that there actually was a bar less than a mile away. He drove off. Must not have heard me.
They sent me to a diesel peaker for a shutdown after that. I remember talking to the operator for a while about when, why, and how that unit comes online.
I remember being struck by how arcane and inefficient it all sounded, but what do I know?
My toolies on that shutdown were two guys who normally ran jobs for that contractor. Needless to say, I did all the heavy lifting, but I actually learned a lot from them in those few days.
We finished everything we were supposed to get done the day before the shutdown ended. I guess my toolies had some very important jobs to go get started because they didn't make it that last day.
I packed up the jobsite for 12 hours while the foreman attended to pressing matters in the air conditioned control room.
I have seen dowsing or divining work for locating underground lines on multiple occasions. I can tell you 3 things about it:
  1. It works.
  2. I cannot do it.
  3. It is not magic.
I can't tell you anything else about it.
I have literally dodged a copperhead striking at me in a ditch, and managed to take its head off with a blow of a shovel in a counterattack. That was one of my more cowboy moments, and I've probably never been happier to have had a shovel in my hand.
I saw an ironworker capture a gosling and take it home as a pet on that same job.
I asked a Brother one time what part of town he lived in and he treated me to the following: "the further back in Hanover County you go, the meaner and more trifling the people get, and I live in the laaaeest heuse."
I've sat in a day room with a Brother, who spent the whole morning talking about how everything's gone to the birds, there's no work anywhere anymore, then the call he put in for got to him, he turned it down and left.
I have seen a safety man walk down a hall of sheet rockers standing on buckets to tell an electrician he couldn't lean his ladder against the unfinished wall.
I've seen a Brother look his foreman right in the eye and explain that he was 5 minutes late because he ran out of Total so he had to eat 12 bowls of Special K.
I've seen a Brother call the shop and get them to fire him because he knew they had a policy that if you quit, they wouldn't hire you back for 30 days. He caught a call with that contractor to a different job the next day.
I have never experienced the fabled beer break, but I have heard of ice cream breaks on multiple jobs. Those being on a rotating schedule of whenever the ice cream truck drove by.
I have had 3 employers in the same day.
I've seen a kid knock the man off the pole of his Kleins, causing them to seize up. He asked an old timer if there was anything that could be done. The old timer said "absolutely, do you have a quarter?" The kid produced a quarter from his pocket. The old timer pulled out some tape and taped the quarter to the handle of the Kleins and then threw them as far as he could into the tree line. He said "Now they'll be worth a quarter if somebody finds them."
I have accomplished a pipe run that was literally physically impossible. That involves some cheating.
I was walking out of a nuke once and the metal detector looking thing that beeps if you're radioactive beeped. The guard pulled me aside and ran a hand held device over me. It beeped on my left forearm. He smacked his device and did it again. It didn't beep that time. He chuckled and said "you're good."
I have seen the money raised for a round trip plane ticket, departing that afternoon, for a Brother who's mother unexpectedly passed away, in less than an hour.
I've called 100 halls in one day before, looking for work.
I've built two different power plants that never generated power.
I know a Brother who has built a building, I don't think it can legally be referred to as a house, entirely from material discarded at jobsites.
I've seen a site orientation video which said that explosions which were "noticeable from offsite" were to be avoided.
Every job I've ever been on was the worst job anybody in the breakroom had ever been on.
I've been on a job where they served prime rib once a week.
I've been on a job that was paying a per diem, and every hotel within 50 miles was charging the same weekly rate, which just so happened to be exactly what we got in per diem on a ringer.
I've seen a group of foremen discussing how many people and what sort of machinery it would take to move a piece of equipment down a ramp, and a Brother half hitched it to a handrail and literally did it with one hand while they were talking about it.
I had a foreman once who told us he had a degree in modern history, then he looked right at the youngest apprentice on the crew and said "5 years in federal prison will give you plenty of opportunity to improve yourself. Remember that."
Only several days ago I invoked the help of a Brother in another state, on behalf of a friend who was a complete stranger to him. He, without question or hesitation, spent hours of his time helping her out of a jam. I would do the same for him in a heartbeat.
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2023.05.30 02:29 2nd_orange Help! I need some convincing done!

I'm in high school, and I need some help convincing my parents I should be allowed to buy a truck.

Here is some backstory
- We live in a neighborhood (not a farm)
- I don't really have a huge need for a one
Truck in question: 2011 Silverado 2500HD 6.6 Duramax Crew Cab
Why I want to purchase it is besides the point, please don't tell me why I don't need one!


Reasons they don't want me to purchase one
- Diesel is expensive (I'm paying for it anyways)
- Maintenance is expensive (again, I've got to cover it)
- "It's unreliable" (lmao what...)

Reasons I think I should be able to purchase one
- I'm 23 minutes from my school (w/ dirt roads to get to the freeway)
- I haul 3 friends to/from school (+ 3 golf club sets during the spring)
- I have a decently well paying, stable job at a local golf course
- I also own and manage a mid-range online jewelry store selling rings + wristwatches
- I already have the money (+ a little extra) for one with 150k miles
- I currently drive a 2010 Fusion Sport with 273k miles, and it's on its last legs
- It's my money
- It's pretty frickin cool

Keep in mind, they were perfectly okay with my brother driving a 03' Mustang GT (extremely poor condition, purchased for $2000 in 2018) in Michigan winters while he was the same age.

Also:
- I'm doing well in school
- I'm taking advanced classes
- I'm not a little sh*thead
- I'm consistently active outside of school
- 50% of incoming income is being put away for college
- I've gotten no tickets or accidents (yet!)


Send some help, all answers and general advice are appreciated,
Thanks all!
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2023.05.29 21:40 bimbo_wannabe_ [I Accidentally Joined The Mafia In South Brooklyn] Chapter 6: On The Organizational Habits of Unrested Spirits and The Taste of Demon's Blood, Part 2.

[I Accidentally Joined The Mafia In South Brooklyn] Chapter 6: On The Organizational Habits of Unrested Spirits and The Taste of Demon's Blood, Part 2.
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My nerve wavered a little.
"I don't really like the taste of blood, B."
"It doesn't taste like blood. Everybody tastes something different. Rossi says it tastes like old wine, Jimmy tastes caramel and leather, and me? To me it… tastes like gunpowder, and the way diesel smells."
I stared at the glass, then quickly tipped it into my mouth, took it down in two quick gulps, slid the mouth guard in place, at the same time sitting back against the sectional again as Becca snatched the glass from me.
It burned when it touched my tongue, and for a moment I tasted rose water and cinnamon, and in the next second, I was gone.
I've had a seizure once in my life, detoxing from heroin. The doctor said it was very rare, I was an unlucky fuck at best, but this? This was worse.
You ever seen a video of a tetanus convulsion? How the back bends, only their head and feet are touching the ground? Well, that's exactly what happened the moment the burning settled in my stomach. My entire body locked down, it felt like my muscles themselves would break my bones.
The pain overtook me and everything went black, but I soon realized I hadn't lost consciousness. No, I could see into the black. I was floating in it, naked. It was rolling like clouds of smoke, or a velvet curtain rippling in the breeze, and inside of the black, things were moving.
They were just as black, slimy, slithering things. Arms and legs and spider fingers and… wings, wings like bats, but no… not just black, iridescent. I saw within them blue, purple, red. They came from the darkness and spread over me like oil. Their touch was cold, but me? The burning spread all over my body. I felt like I was on fire.
I came back to the apartment a moment later, tried my best to tell my body to go with it while my muscles contracted and shook. It ended just as suddenly as it began.
I felt weak, when it was over. My body hurt. I felt like I had been in a car crash. But oddly enough, some parts of me didn't hurt anymore.
My limbs felt like lead as I removed the guard, but I found the strength to reach down and lift the leg of my pants. The old surgery scars on my knee were gone. The pain I had been living with for the last nineteen years was completely and suddenly absent.
My arms shook as I let go of my pants leg. I couldn't find the strength to lower it back to my ankle. I touched my nose as gingerly as I could with my hand jerking. It still hurt just as badly as it had before, but the ring finger on my left hand? It was bending again.
"Did it work?" I asked. Becca removed a few bits of ephemera from a mirrored tray on the coffee table, and raised it before my face.
My skin was no longer swollen and bruised, my nose still bloody but no longer dripping. Beneath my fingers, the bone felt whole again. It wasn't the only thing that had changed. The creases in my forehead, the crow's feet at the corner of my eyes, the smile and frown lines around my mouth, they were all gone. My skin was as smooth as though I was a teenager again.
My eyes were brighter, somehow. I had always gotten quite a lot of compliments on my green eyes, didn't think it was arrogant to recognize what others had told me, but they were different now, somehow paler yet deeper in color all at the same time. There was a new ring of yellow around the pupil that hadn't been there before. I felt with my tongue on the left side of my jaw.
The molar was back, like it had never been gone. It was different, though. Still a flat chewing surface but the edges were sharp, sharp enough that I sliced the tip of my tongue running it across the surface. I tasted blood for a moment before the cut was suddenly whole again.
I flexed my fingers experimentally, found the tremors were easing with every passing second and a flush was spreading across my body, both hot and cold all at once. Strength flooded my muscles, my mind was as clear as a bell, but despite all of that, I still felt a consuming weakness and exhaustion inside.
I'd gotten stuck for two shifts at the grocery store once, then had a call out on the stock crew and had stayed for four hours to help them. I had worked a total of twenty hours that day, and this… felt exactly like that, exhausted and as wired as a methhead on a three day bender all at the same time. Simultaneously bone-tired and hurting but feeling like I was bulletproof.
Becca was watching me with a sad grin.
"Hell of a ride, huh?"
I jerked my head in a nod, found I had to adjust the amount of force I put behind it because I was moving quicker than I had before.
"You know, I can see why Jimmy likes it… and Rocco doesn't."
"Rossi, well, how do I put this? He likes to stay in control, but he isn't a control freak. He barely even drinks… but Jimmy… he's less concerned about controlling himself and more concerned about controlling everyone else."
Becca stood then, removed some alcohol wipes and a tourniquet from the tackle box, turning on the blood warmer. She hooked the first of the bags to the IV line and sat again, opening the wipe but not removing it yet. She tied the tourniquet around her arm, or, tried to. She was struggling with it.
"You need some help with that?"
She looked at me for a moment before she nodded.
"Yeah, actually."
I took the tourniquet from her, moving before her and sitting on the coffee table.
"You know, as many years as I've been doing this, I still suck at it. Can't find a fucking vein for a goddamned hour at a time, blow them out everytime I turn around."
I made a sound of acknowledgment as I tied the tourniquet tight around her arm. I felt with my fingers, but wasn't having much luck. A slap with the back of my hand in the dip of her elbow didn't do much more to distend the veins. The back of her hand was equally lacking in usable veins.
"There's one thing about it, kid, you would have made a terrible junkie, you got shit for veins."
She made a sound of frustration and tried to pull her arm away from me.
"See, I told you."
"Uh-uh, hold on. You can launder money in your sleep, but me? I can find a vein with my eyes closed."
I felt farther up onto her forearm, then tried the back of it. I finally had luck, pressed the vein a few times to get it to stand up farther.
"See, you got a good one right there."
I wiped over it with the alcohol, grabbed the hypodermic and glanced up to her face. She had her eyes squeezed shut.
"On three."
She nodded, and I counted down, slid the needle in, then pressed the snap to leave only the cannula inside the vein, taped it down, then removed the tourniquet.
"All done."
I opened the tubing to allow the blood to start traveling down, and adjusted the flow regulator just a bit.
"Voila."
She stared at me for a long moment.
"You're really good at that. You ever considered going to school? You'd make a hell of a phlebotomist."
I snorted lightly.
"I can see all kind of doctors in my future just itching to hire a felon into their office."
"You could go work with Farid down at the free clinic. He runs the place, you know Muslims love doing charity work. They don't pay amazing, nonprofit and all, but he honestly don't give a shit who works there as long as you know what you're doing."
I hummed quietly. As I watched, the color drained from her face, going from white, straight to gray. She winced, and sat back against the couch stiffly.
"It hurts when it goes in the vein?" I asked the obvious.
She nodded.
"Burns like I shot up acid. Never gets any easier, but at least I don't get an in-game tutorial on a Grand Mal seizure, so… small blessings."
"You want a drink or something, B? A snack?"
She laughed weakly.
"Yeah. Give me a water and some oreos. They're in the cabinet over the stove."
I followed her directions and brought the bottle of water and a saucer of the cookies to her. She pulled one knee up, her bare foot balanced on the edge of the couch cushion and set the saucer on her other thigh.
"Can I ask you something, Tony?"
"Shoot, B."
She stayed silent for a long moment.
"You know, I don't want you to think I'm hitting on you but… would you… hold me?"
I laughed quietly and sat down beside her, looping my arm around her shoulders and tucking her in close to my side. I laid her head against my shoulder, tucked under my jaw, and looped my other arm around the front of her shoulders, smoothing my hand over her hair. She wiggled against me just a bit, getting comfortable.
"No worries at all, B. I mean, I guess you and me are literally famiglia now. And no offense, you're a good looking kid but… other than the fact you're too young for me, and you're my best friend's girl, you're not exactly my type."
She snorted.
"Let me guess, the gentleman prefers blondes and older women."
That gave me a bit of a chuckle.
"I gotta say, you got me pegged again, B."
I smoothed my hand over her hair, and began humming softly and rocking gently.
"No, Non Si Speri," she said, quietly. "That's funny, that's Ma's favorite song."
I laughed. Goddamned patterns…
"Mine, too, Miss Rebecca, mine, too."
She tried her best to relax against me, but I could feel every time she stiffened and winced.
Time to distract her again.
"So, uh, that night, Antoni came in late, and asked you out… start from there."
She adjusted her body against mine again.
"Yeah, uh… he asked me if I was seeing anyone, and I asked him why he wanted to know, and he told me he didn't want to step on anyone's toes… so I told him he should be worried about stepping on my toes, cause he was talking to the Boss of me. And he laughed, and asked me if I could ask the Boss about the girl who worked the register, if she would be interested in having dinner and seeing a movie. It kind of caught me off guard. I had been fantasizing about that exact thing happening but I was scared. I told him if he was just fucking with me I'd have to ban him from the store, permanently. But he said no, he was serious… so I told him that we'd go out that Saturday to see this horror movie that had just come out and he could pick where we ate, cause I'd eat most anything, just not to take me anywhere fancy, cause I only dress up for Mass and his ass wasn't better than God."
"You probably should have kept that bit to yourself, B. Bet you sealed the deal for him right then and there. He'd found his girl and she was already a Catholic, didn't even have to get her to convert."
"So we… went out the next night. I worked the morning shift so I could have the night off, and I had Antoni meet me on the platform so there'd be less chance of somebody seeing. All that day at work, I started to get more and more worried. The motherfucker was literally two feet taller than me, down to the inch, but I figured that put me at a good height to suckerpunch him in his balls if he stepped out of line. I ain't exactly a slouch when it comes to self defense but when I met him that night I took my steel telescoping baton with me, just in case. I didn't have to worry. He never laid a hand on me, not once, till I touched him that way first, even if it was as simple as holding my hand, or putting his arm around me.
"I mean, the man should be up for canonization… he had patience like a fucking Saint. That… that picture, on my phone, that was the first time I ever kissed him. Six weeks I made him wait. Six weeks and him taking me out every Saturday like clock work, but he never said a word, never made a pass, just waited for me."
I could hear tears feathering into her voice again.
"That day, I made him call off work so we could spend the day at Coney Island. Made him spend two hundred damned dollars on the fairway to win me this giant blue bear, and he lugged it around the rest of the day with this stupid grin on his face, carried it home on the fucking train. Six weeks, and me spending almost every night in his bed…"
"So you two slept together before you ever 'slept together'?"
I could feel her nod, more than see it.
"At first, I just wanted to give him a hard time… you know, see just how much patience he really had… but, I felt safe with him, Tony, sleeping beside him was the safest I'd ever felt in my life. I didn't want to give up that feeling. If I had known how it would all end up, I wouldn't have made either of us wait that long… but… that day, right before we left, we went on the Wonder Wheel and… the fucking engine blew. There was this loud ass boom and this big ass cloud of smoke. I thought it was a fucking bomb, to be honest. We were stuck up there at the top for four solid hours while they tried to fix the engine, and when they finally gave up and called the fire department, we had to wait for a ladder truck to get there. So after the first thirty minutes had passed, I asked him if he wanted to make out, and he grinned at me and said… Absolutely."
She sniffed back her tears, cleared her throat and I tucked her tiny body closer against my side.
"You know, he took that picture to send to his brother. He hadn't brought his phone, so he used mine. Said Igor had been riding his ass the whole time about how I was stringing him along for the past six weeks and he was stupid enough to let me. And after that, I got a little handsy, to be honest. It was like the old saying goes, there was some Roman Hands and Russian Fingers that day. I had to put his hands where I wanted them myself, but uh… he didn't need a lot of instruction after that point. The assholes in the booth behind us kept whooping and hollering, they knew exactly what was going on but… I didn't really give a fuck. I just wanted to get a nut and give him one, too, and we had hours to kill.
"We fooled around for a few more days after that, you know, exchanged some, uh, oral instruction, if you will, but… I-I was scared to death. I didn't want to admit I'd never been with a man before, so the night I decided to go all the way, I goaded Ciech into a drinking game. Drank his ass under the table, but… Antoni, that stupid fucker… he told me no. Said I was perfectly welcome to spend another night in his bed, but if I wanted more than that, then I had to come to him sober. I was so embarrassed I cussed him like a dog, in every language I knew and he just… sat there through the whole thing, never even looked up from his book, just… asked me if I was done acting like a spoiled child. So then, I started crying cause I was so angry. And then the stupid fucker told me, 'You shouldn't cry like that, it's embarassing."
I snorted.
"Yeah, he was a bitch about that, wasn't he? Little bit of toxic masculinity to spice things up, eh?"
"So then I was doubly pissed, and I didn't talk to him for three days."
She sighed.
"Most miserable three days of my life. I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep, it was like… every cell in my body was calling for him. I finally broke down, and begged him not to say no again… and he didn't. And, Jesus Christ, I wanted it every day after that, sometimes twice a day and… he never told me no again. It took a little while to get comfortable for the two of us, but eventually we started to share some of our proclivities with each other.
"Turned out he was a sadomasochist, just like me, so we uh, added some new activities in. We both got a kick out of the fact he could throw me around like a rag doll and fold me up like a pretzel, but, personally, I think he got a bigger kick out of the fact my little ass could actually hurt him if I really wanted to… and sometimes I wanted to. I'd have a bad day at work or school, and come home and take it out on him… and he loved every second of it."
She sighed again.
"But uh, that shit, it got us both in trouble. One night in early November, I had gotten a little rough with him. He had, you know, bruises and scratch marks and bite marks all over him. And the next day when he went to work, the heating system fucked up. It was running on high, no matter how low they put it… Antoni told me he was getting so hot his head was hurting. His Dad was up front on the counter and Toni was back there where none of the customers could see, so he thought he was safe and took his shirt off, but… his Dad came back to ask him something.
"You know, I guess from the outside looking in, it kind of looked like Antoni'd gotten a hold of somebody that didn't wanna be gotten a hold of, and apparently his Dad has very strongly held convictions when it comes to rape. So he uh… jerked Antoni's ass up, pinned him against the wall and asked him what in the hell he had done. And Antoni told me he was so damned scared that all he could think to say was, 'Don't worry, it was consensual.'"
I winced.
"Ohhh… that is…"
"Yeah, not good. So then he got his ass jumped for getting, uh, 'friendly' with somebody but not having brought me there to introduce me to the family… but, apparently he had already been planning on taking me over to Greenpoint, cause a couple of weeks before he had asked me for my measurements. Hell, I figured he wanted to buy me a catsuit to go along with the damned Dominatrix boots he bought me. He used to want me to stand on his chest, step on his hands..."
"The boot worship comment makes a lot more sense now," I muttered.
"What?"
"I said continue your story." I raised my voice back to speaking.
She sat in silence for another minute. I could practically hear her frowning, but in the end she didn't push it.
"Anyway… I'd told the stupid fucker not to buy me a dress, and what did he do? Bought me a dress to meet his family in. But when I saw it, I didn't even care. It was beautiful, all these colorful, gorgeous embroidered flowers all over the skirt. There was like this flower crown that went with it, with all these ribbons hanging down. The family dinner he was planning to take me to was an informal Polish Independence Day celebration, you know, not the whole neighborhood, just the people they knew. And the dress was traditional Polish clothing. I felt so goddamned out of place wearing that thing, everybody on the train kept staring, but he was wearing funny clothes too, and this stupid little hat, so it wasn't so bad. He made me wear the damned boots with the dress, though."
Laughter burst out of me.
"And you know, his Dad's eyes got kind of big when he first saw me."
"Probably trying to figure out how you'd torn his son's ass up so bad with as tiny as you are."
"But they were nice to me, his parents and his cousins. Everybody was nice to me. And it wasn't long after that, about a month, that he asked me to marry him. I guess he was nervous too, and he got drunk hisself, and then I told him no, cause I'm a spiteful bitch. Said he was perfectly welcome to have me in his bed another night but if he wanted more, he had to come to me sober… and then I asked him where the hell the ring was, and he said he wasn't going to buy a ring if I wasn't going to say yes, and I told him I wasn't going to say yes unless I had a ring. But apparently he had bought a ring, and given it to his mother to keep."
She held her left hand up to show me. It was a 3 carat Princess cut diamond with a ring of smaller diamonds around it.
"It's a brand of lab grown diamonds, Mivoleti." She said quietly.
"Mi vole ti, 'I want you,' in Italian. Odd that."
"Yeah," she answered. "And now I can't even wear it, nobody knew we were together but his family. Come to think of it, I got no idea how I'm gonna tell Pops I'm pregnant, but, I guess at least he can't threaten to kill Antoni for deflowering his daughter, seeing as he's already dead and all."
I shook my head, squeezed her tight and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
"It's gonna be alright, Becca." I had no idea how it was going to be alright, but I had to say something. "Looks like it's time to switch bags."
We finished the transfusion some time after that. I removed the IV but didn't bother with the gauze or tape. The hole in Becca's arm sealed shut almost immediately after I pulled the cannula from the vein.
We slept. I don't remember falling asleep, but when I opened my eyes it was dark outside and the apartment was getting cold again. I tried not to wake Becca, but it was a pointless effort. She watched me bleary-eyed while I filled the heater with Kerosene again and relit it.
"What time is it?" I asked in a sleep-gravelled voice.
She turned her phone on and glanced at the screen.
"It's 8:05. You got about two hours till you go get Ma. Go get something to wear while I wash that suit, and take a quick hot shower so you don't freeze to death."
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2023.05.28 02:34 SkyBlueEver AITA for asking my brother for money to fix my car, knowing that it would come out of my niece’s college fund?

So I (36m) have a brother ‘Mike’ (44) who has a daughter ‘Addie’ (16). For her 16th birthday, Mike bought Addie a used, but still very nice, car. She totaled it two months later in an accident where she was 100% at fault, and Mike did not buy her another one.
So far, she’s gotten by with Mike’s car, but he recently had to take a business trip out of town, and was worried about her being home alone without a car. He asked me to lend her my car for a few days as a favor (my wife and I each have one, and it wouldn’t be a major inconvenience to me). I reluctantly agreed.
When it was time for me to take my car back, Mike told me that Addie had accidentally put diesel in it and that it had died in their driveway. I had it towed to a repair shop, and asked for $1500 (the amount quoted to my by the mechanic) from Mike to get it fixed. Mike told me that he would transfer the money soon, and I told him to take as much time as he needed.
Later that afternoon, Mike’s wife Lisa called me to tell me that the money for my car would be coming out of Addie’s already meager college fund. She begged me to let the money go because Addie needs that money for college. She actually started crying, and I started feeling really bad. The thing is, I do have the money to pay for the repairs. I’d have to take it out of mine and my wife’s shared savings account (I actually already have with my wife’s permission; I would put the money from Mike into that same savings account to restore the original amount).
Even so, I told Lisa that Addie needs to have consequences for her actions, and if that means she has less money for college, then that’s what that means. She meekly agreed and hung up.
Yesterday, I got a text from my sister. She basically called me a selfish asshole for taking money out of Addie’s college fund over a stupid mistake. She said that I was being cruel, and that she knows I have the money, so I should just bite the bullet and let them keep the money.
Now I’m struggling with this dilemma, and I figured that I should get some unbiased perspective. So, AITA?
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2023.05.27 04:17 i_amnotdone This event in a nutshell as I see it..

In my opinion this event is for the F2p player. Wait..wait..hear me out. In this event a f2p player gets a guaranteed 6 whole prizes if they grind away on the operation. Most likely pilots and rust weps...BUT the they get it whole. No components. Not bad. Usually a giveaway of a whole gear is reserved for Xmas or just recently, the faffy. Pixo does not give away whole prizes. At least not very often. Now let's move on to the moderate spender and whales. This group mets its match in the 10k gold UE Orkan and Spectre spinpoloza. The stories of the gold poured in to that beast is....well...legendary. Aygir, 1.5 million gold. Came away defeated and angry. Danny, 300k? Someone correct me if I'm wrong, for 1...1 orkan. On Band of Brothers discord a Russian fellow started with 4.5 million. He did get the whole Spectre and Orkan set at a cost of roughly 2.7 million. Once again, correct me if I'm wrong. This is...insane. only 1% of the players have collected enough gold to take a shot at it. Certainly not me. Now, the event itself. For the P2w its costly to take a shot at the rook. Every box requires a single coin.we all have seen the cost of the coin. The crisis +reaper setup still seems to be elusive and only in the hands of the few that were either gifted it from pixo...or once again threw down serious cash unlike anything I have seen since the day of the dash bots. I got my lynx, pilot and 2 kestrel for under 80$ i do not believe i will be seeing those prices again for awhile This event, I do believe goes to the f2p. They will win this more then us spenders. Pixo has dangled quite a bit that I want...but at a cost that is close to 2.7 million in gold, its a bit to far.
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2023.05.27 02:29 FaZe_y33haw 2004 6.0 Powerstroke

Hey all,
Going to be taking a look at a 2004 F350 6.0 tomorrow. It has 200k miles, and seems to have a lot of new parts.
The description says, "Will get more pictures tomorrow! 2004 f350 4x4 6.0 turbo diesel. Runs and drives great lots of power. New turbo, FICM, high pressure oil pump and all high pressure seals replaced in Feb. 2020, injectors, fuel pump, ICP sensor, IPR valve, alternator, batteries all replaced in the last 2 years.
$3,300 obo"
Would this be a good deal? And if so and I go with it, what should I do for proper maintenance on it to keep it running for as long as possible?
Edit: I bought the truck! Talked him down to 2500. It does run and drive great. Along with the brake caliper leak, it also had a tiny teeny tiny crack at the top of the radiator, so it does leak and I have to buy a new one. He was very cool with that offer, so that was awesome.
Took it to my fiance's grandparents house where her whole family was hanging out, and talked to her brother and cousin who both know a good deal about diesels and they said all the stuff that is wrong with it is very easily fixable, except for the studs. Since I don't plan on making stupid power with it or towing heavy, it's not my primary concern right now. They said it was really a steal.
Thanks everyone for the comments and help!
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2023.05.26 06:04 Charliesheen099 WUBBY AND THE WUBBY STREAM ARCHIVE PERSON SAVED MY LIFE

TRIGGER WARNING IN THIS POST I WILL BE TALKING ABOUT MY STRUGGLE WITH DEPRESSION, ANXIETY, LOSING CLOSE FAMILY MEMBERS, SICKNESS, AND UNALIVING ATTEMPTS. PLEASE DO NOT CONTINUE READING IF YOU FEEL LIKE ANY OF THESE TOPICS COULD BE A TRIGGER FOR YOU**
This is waaaaaayyyy longer than I intended but I've been writing this for an hour because I don't want to look like a bozo in front of you all lol.
Hey everyone 👋 My name is Cole. I just wanted to take a quick second to share what I've been through and basically say THANK YOU to Wubby and to the person who runs the Wubby Stream Archive YouTube Channel for basically saving my life. Wubbys content was literally my only fucking lifeline for the past year. The person who runs the Archive channel took the time and put in a loooooot of hard work to give us one of the best Stream Archives I've ever seen. They do it solely for all of us who can't always catch the stream live and that's a super duper sweetheart thing to do This is how I even found out about Wubby, it was this time May of last year and I was super super sick and severely depressed and if this person never made that Archive Channel, I honestly don't think I'd still be here to share all of this shit with you all. So thank you from the bottom of my heart for creating this channel for all of us! I was diagnosed with gastroparesis (which means my stomach doesn't empty as fast as it should after eating) in December of 2017. From then to May 2022 I went from 290 to 155ish... I am also 6'5 so I was super duper skinny and malnourished (only gave my height because 155 on a 5'8 dude is apparently normal weight). Everything I ate would either sit for up to 30 hours before emptying into my small intestines, or it would come back up. Gastroparesis also causes debilitating nausea, and the worst fucking heartburn I've ever had, like literally feeling like my stomach was on fire. And to put a shit flavored cherry on top of my shit sundae, my father overdosed on heroin and died in May of 2020, my girlfriend I had been with for 5 years left me because of how sick I was getting in January of 2021, and my grandfather died of covid that same month. So, this last 5 years have been super duper rough, and fast forwarding to when I found the archive channel last year... I was diagnosed with severe depression and anxiety at 13, I'm 24 now and it's still here lol. But this time last year was when I was at my rock bottom with my mental health. I was too sick and weak to do anything, so all I could do was lay in bed and mindlessly watch movies, tv, and YouTube all day every day. But I would constantly change what I was watching because whatever it was would make more anxious or depressed. And after my dad died I moved in with my mom to help her pay rent, so she would be gone all day and I was stuck inside this house alone. I quit talking to the only 3 friends I had, I quit all social media, I didn't go anywhere unless it was my G.I. doctors appointment once a month and I would go days without talking. After I guess a year and a half of being a fucking ghost or a hollow shell of nothing, I was pretty much ready to throw in the towel. I've been a musician since I was around 14. I play guitar, drums, and sing/write my own songs..... But after I got that sick and got into that cycle of isolation I just didn't have the energy to play or write music, so I stopped for a year. I would play here and there like maybe once a month, but before, I played every single day and l wrote and recorded just about every day. And when I realized that my passion and drive to create had fucking died, I really didn't see reason to continue. There is no cure for gastroparesis and the 10 out of 11 different stomach doctors I've encountered the past 5 years have treated me like I was crazy and it was all in my head. So, around Aprilish of last year I attempted to check out, was not successful, and felt even more miserable. Fast forward to May of last year, feeling even worse, and constantly working out a plan to successfully do it. Towards the end of that month I decided on how but had no money for supplies, so I just had to wait it out until June 1st. Got on YouTube one night, and I was recommended the entire stream of The Price is Scuffed 2, posted by the lovely person who runs the Archive channel. Never even heard of anything to do with Wubby in my life, and I hadn't really laughed for almost a year, Like I mean really really laugh. But when I watched that stream I couldn't believe how much I fucking loved every single twist and turn with each joke, half an hour in and I'm legit crying laughing and that continued throughout the entire stream. That was probably the hardest and most pure laughing fits I've ever experienced in my life, and it's what absolutely saved my life. Thanks to the archive person, I now had over 600+ videos to keep myself occupied and something to actually laugh with. I've been meaning to make this post for a while but my big sister passed away from a heroin overdose at the end of February and I kinda got lost for a bit. Since 2014 I've lost my Big brother, Father, and big sister all to drug overdoses and it's really been awful. But the reason I'm sharing all of this sad and depressing shit is because I'm doing a loooooot better than I was. Like I feel so much more like me now, I reconnected with my 3 best friends , and we started practicing music together shortly before my sister passed away. I write almost every day now, actually just finished writing my first sketch last night. I started playing music almost every day again and I'm also writing new originals. My life has done a total 180 and I'm sharing this with you all because I know I'm not the only one who has felt like that or been in the situation where you're trying to check out. IT DOES GET BETTER, THE PENDULUM HAS TO SWING THE OTHER WAY, BUT THAT FUCKING ASSHOLE LIKES TO TAKE ITS TIME. It took a long time for me to feel somewhat better, but it happened even tho I thought it never would. There is hope out there and the best advice I can give you from that entire life experience: IF YOU ARE GOING THROUGH A REALLY FUCKED UP HARD TIME WITH DEALING WITH WHAT'S GOING ON IN YOUR HEAD, PLEASE DO NOT ISOLATE YOURSELF. Tell someone you trust a bit of what you're going through, so someone will know. Know one knew what I was going through because I kept it inside. The entire year I spent by myself in my room felt like a hellish purgatory I'd never escape. The time I talked about checking out wasn't the first time I attempted, but it was the closest I ever got, and it happens in a split second. My whole entire mood and demeanor changed just from finding something I could finally watch and laugh with and it not make me feel worse. And that blows my mind, there's no telling how many people this dude (Wubby) has helped by just being himself and making content. Also Huge thank you to Alluux for always being so kind in her chat, I watched her Christmas Eve gift giveaway stream and told her a snippet of what I was going through with my stomach and she couldn't have been nicer. So thank you to Alluux very much for being so kind and empathetic that night, it meant a lot to me. Super proud of all the things she has been accomplishing as a streamecreator the past year as well! I'm not sure what else to put here, I already feel like it's wayyy too much/long. And I'm terrified I didn't explain everything the best way. But this is my first time posting something this fucking personal for a bunch of people to possibly read. So, if anyone has any questions about anything in this post I am more than happy to try and answer..... Hope everyone is having a great night and will have an even better tomorrow
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2023.05.26 01:36 Positive_Tennis_6626 The Last Radio Call (Part one)

This is a re-upload for just part one as the old post had half of it cut off.
The Last Radio Call
Chapter 1
(Normal day)
“Fifty-five to dispatch. Show me 10-8 from that call, put me out on Highway 35 near mile marker 157 for radar.” I said into my patrol car's radio.
“10-4 fifty-five, I have you cleared from the call and out at 35 for radar,” the dispatcher replied in her always calm demeanor.
I sat in the median running radar, with the speed locked to ten over the posted limit. The constant low warble of the radar unit was just background noise to me at this point. I just opened up CAD, that’s Computer Aided Dispatch or as the general public like to call it, ‘the laptop in the cop car.’ I just opened up the program to start my report when my cell phone started to ring. The screen said Erica.
I answered. “Hey babe, how are you doing? …That’s good. I’m fine.” I looked over at the clock. It was 1621 hours and my shift ended at 1700 hours. “I have just over a half an hour left pending any last minute calls that come in. I love you too, have fun on your girls’ trip. Let me know when you get there. I’ll miss you too but don’t worry I’ll be fine. I'm going to see if I can pick up an extra shift this weekend. I’ve got to help pay for our wedding that is only three months away. Ok, I’ve got to finish up some paperwork. I love you too, bye.” I put the phone back in my pocket and started my report.
On *date redacted* at approximately 1610 I, reserve deputy Alex (Badge #55), got dispatched via radio to **address redacted** in district two for a report for a battery in process. When I arrived on scene, deputies Kurby (Badge #26) and Welch (Badge #9) had already arrived and had the suspect in custody and were waiting for a transport to the jail. I spoke to the victim, *name redacted* who I later identified by his state driver’s license. He informed me that he was just out for a jog when someone attacked him and bit him on the arm twice and leg once. The victim was able to get away and call 911. SunBurst FireDepartment arrived to take him to Mercy Medical Hospital for treatment. **see form 5910-79 for full report**
I just clicked on the report form after finishing my synopsis report when a call came over the radio, “52-80, 52-90 respond to 618 chatterton. 618 chatterton for a group of five fighting”.
I laughed and thought, Have fun with that SunBurst PD. I alway like to keep the radio in my squad car set to scan to listen for SBPD frequencies. I work for district two in the county of Bear Creek. The biggest city in my area is SunBurst with a population of 91,170 and employs 153 police officers. There are other smaller towns in my district with no more than a few thousand people at the most. SunBurst is surrounded by mountains on three sides and the Cook Cook river a mile long on the fourth side. The main way in and out was over the Cook Cook bridge or the Big-C as we called it. That is why I normally write reports on highway thirty-five; If anyone was going to run from SBPD, this was the only way out of the city. I've gotten a car with my spike strip on more than one occasion. My radar went from a low warble to a high pitch ping. I looked up on the display screen- 90 miles per hour.
I let out a soft, “Ffffuuuuucccccckkkkkk,” under my breath. I looked in the rearview mirror to see a Toyota Corolla flying up on me. I closed my laptop and put my squad in drive.With my foot on the brake and hand over the light bar control, I really did not want to stop any car this close to the end of watch, but ninety in a sixty-five is something I just can’t overlook. The Toyota blew past me. I activated my emergency light, checked to make sure it was safe to pull out into traffic and floored it. The growl of the crown Vic’s V8 rumbled to life as I took off down the highway in pursuit of the speeder.
As I sped away, I could hear my radio, “Dispatch this is 52-90. Myself and 52-80 have five individuals at gunpoint, send backup.
The dispatcher replied with “10-4 52-70, 52-60, 52-50 respond 10-33 to 618 chatterton. 618 chatterton to back up 52-80 and 90 all other officers stay off the air until I hear back from 52-80.”
I just caught up with the speeding vehicle and pulled it over. Our dispatcher for the county is different then the city so I was able to radio my information to dispatch. “55 to dispatch,” I said.
“Go ahead 55,” replied the dispatcher.
“Dispatch can you run a twenty-eight on a Toyota Corolla, license plate Boy, Victor, Adam 2-7-9, B-V-A-2-7-9, silver in color occupied times three.” A few moments later Dispatch came back with “10-4. The vehicle is clean.” Which means it's not stolen, the tags are current, and the owner of the vehicle is not wanted in connection with a crime. I walked up to the vehicle and pressed my thumb onto the taillight so if anything were to happen to me they could dust the car for prints and find I was there. I walked up to the driver door but stopped short just behind the A-Pillar or the car. You never want to get right up in front of the window, that makes it way too easy to get killed. The driver rolled down his window and I did my introduction.
“Hi, I’m Deputy Alex with the Bear Creek County Sheriff Department. The reason for my traffic stop is that you were going 90 in a posted 65. Any reason why you are speeding today? Also, can I see your driver's license, registration and proof of insurance?” I always like to have the driver talk to me and look for stuff at the same time. If they are drunk or nervous they typically can’t do both at the same time.
The driver said to me, “Hey man, sorry I did not realize I was going that fast.” There were two girls in the backseat of the car, maybe no older than twelve or fourteen.
The blond girl spoke up, “Yes you did daddy. You said if we don’t get up to the cabin before sundown mommy was going to tear you a new one.”
I was trying to keep the grin off my face at this. The driver said to me, “Here’s my driver's license sir.”
I took his license and asked, “Mr. *Name redacted* is this your current address?”
“Yes, let me just get you my insurance card.”
The blond girl started talking to me, “Hi officer, how are you?”
I kept one eye on her dad, to make sure he wasn’t reaching for something he shouldn’t be. I turned to her and replied, “Not too bad, how are you? How’s school going?”
“It's good. This is my friend, Jessica, but she is sleeping right now.”
The girl next to her had jet black hair covering her face. Her head was wedged in between the door and the headrest which is the most comfortable position one can get in a car. “Are you staying out of trouble?” I said in a joking manner.
“I’m trying to but my dad says if I develop early like me mom, it will be hard for me to stay out of trouble.”
I coughed, trying to hold back a laugh. I glanced at the dad who was red in the face from embarrassment. “Officer, I found my insurance card.” I took it from him and walked back to my patrol car.
“Fifty-five to Dispatch. Can you run a twenty-seven for me?”
“10-4, 55 go ahead with your 27,” Dispatch responded.
I was just about to read off the name on the driver's license when the emergency tone on my radio went off. I looked down at the small digital display on my patrol car's radio reading Channel 4 SBPD. It was flashing red. Someone must have hit the emergency button on their police radio. When pressed, it gives the officer who pressed the button thirty seconds of open mic time to say whatever they need to say with no interruption. What I heard next is something no officer ever wants to hear.
“Officer down, officer down. Shots fired, 52-80 is down. We got a mob coming after us. Two additional people have been shot. I’m dragging 52-80 down Chatterton Street. I need backup now.”
There were some noises coming through the radio. It sounded like dragging on pavement and then yelling. “STAY BACK!” Two pistol shots rang out over the radio. Then there was silence for exactly one heartbeat.
Dispatch came on with a calm voice, but it was traced with a hint of panic. “Tac-Alert Tac-Alert, Tac-Alert. Officers need immediate assistance. 618 Chatterton, 618 Chatterton. Officers down, shots fired, this is an all units respond. 10-33 Tac-Alert, unknown conditions of the officer. Unknown number of assailants. 618 Chatterton Tac-Alert, Tac-Alert, Tac-Alert.”
I jumped out the door of my cruiser and ran up to the car I stopped. “It’s your lucky day buddy. Here’s your information.” I threw it all in the front seat of his car. “I have to go. Slow it down and drive safely.”
Jessica, the girl in the back, was awake. Our eyes locked for only a few seconds. She had the prettiest emerald green eyes I think I have ever seen. I knew I would never forget them. I stumbled for a second.
“Bye Officer,” she said. That traffic stop would be the last normal thing that would ever happen to me.
I jumped back into my police car, slammed it into drive, and pushed the gas pedal to the floorboard. This was an officer down, a brother in blue, and I was going to go balls to the wall to get there. I grabbed my radio and called dispatch.
“55 to dispatch, clear me for that traffic stop. Show me 10-17 in route to that Tac-Alert at 618 Chatterton. I'm going off frequency and will be on Mutual-Aid 1 if you need me."
Before I got a response back from dispatch I changed to Mutual-Aid 1 on my police radio. I did all this while driving at 120 miles per hour. I took the closest off ramp, crossed over the highway and got back on the highway, this time driving towards the City of Sunburst. In my rearview mirror I saw the lights of another police vehicle. I slowed down so we could travel together. The police SUV was a state police vehicle. I quickly switched to the state police frequency and pressed the push to talk button on the radio.
“State police on 35 this is Deputy Alex from BCSD are you responding to the tac-alert?”
“10-4. Do I need to take the lead?” asked the trooper.
“If you could, I'm not familiar enough with the area.”
“10-4, taking the lead now,” replied the trooper. The trooper honked his air horn twice and passed me on the left.
“10-4, FYI we are on Mutual-aid 1 frequency,” I said before switching back over. Two more squad cars fell in line behind us. One was a City of Bellevue Police squad, which is a small city a few miles away from SunBurst. The other was a Bear Creek County Deputy. Our convoy of four squad cars surged ahead with the emergency lights flashing and sirens wailing.
We drove at approximately 100 to 120 miles an hour for about five minutes when a voice came over Mutual-Aid 1. “This is Caption Kent of Sunburst PD. I’m the incident commander for this Tac-Alert. All SBPD officers form up in your civil control team leaders. BCSD deputies, state police, and other responding agencies are staging six blocks west of Chatterton, forming up and heading downtown.”
Once on scene, we were directed to a side street to park our squad cars. I was confused on why we were staging six blocks away from the original call. Also, why were we supposed to head downtown in the opposite direction? I found a group of six deputies from my department and one lieutenant, standing around talking.
I walked up and asked, “What's going on?”
Lieutenant O’Connor turned around to answer, “How nice of you to join us. I was just about to tell everyone.” He looked at me and said, “You are a Reserve Deputy, aren't you?”
I pointed to my shoulder patch. Underneath the sheriff department logo was a small tap that said, Reserve on it. “Yes sir, but I'm looking to be a good fit for full time when there is an opening in the department.”
LieutenantO’Connor waved the answer away and asked, “ Have you ever done any riot control?”
“I was trained and certified in crowd control, including pepperball and beanbags usage sir.”
“Good, now listen up everyone,” Lieutenant O’Connor said. “The mob that attacked the two officers have turned into a riot and have moved to the downtown area where they have been attacking anyone and damaging property. Their numbers have swollen up to five hundred or so. The mayor said that this is unlawful assembly and rumors have it, the governor has declared a state emergency and is calling in the National Guard.
“Why are they doing this?” A young female deputy asked.
Lieutenant O’ Connor replied, “There are three facts about riots. One: Crowds are anonymous. Two: Anonymity breeds violence. Three: Violence lowers consequences. You need a catalyst to set off the violence. I’m guessing the two officers shot someone who was well liked in the community.”
“Do we know the status of the two officers?” asked the same female deputy.
“Last I heard, their backup showed up and pulled both of them out of there. They were in tough condition, lots of bad cuts and people even bit them. They were transported to Mercy Medical Hospital for treatment.” answered the Lieutenant.
There were a few murmurs from the deputies. One even did the sign of the cross over his chest. “Now let's get down to brass tacks and discuss our role in restoring peace.” Lieutenant O’connor announced. “The front and second echelon of officers will be made up of SBPD and some of the smaller townships. SBPD has six of their C.R.T or Crisis Response Team aka SWAT with us. Their captain will be the team leader for the riot team. Three of the C.R.T officers will be the gas officers in charge of using smoke and gas grenades. If needed, the last two will provide deadly force overwatch on top of the BearCat. If one of the protesters gets ready to throw a molotov cocktail or pull a firearm, these guys will be ready to shoot. State police along with our K-9 and SBPD K-9 will be on the arrest team. The sheriff department (that's us) will be rear guard and transport. We have two of our paddy wagons here that will be used for transport. Our job is to make sure no one slips in behind the group and tries to attack us from the rear. We will also swap out with the arrest team if needed. Now everyone don your riot gear. If you have less lethals with you, like the large cans of pepper spray, or pepper ball guns, break them out now. Meet back here in ten minutes. I'm going to check in with the incident commander and let him know the number of deputies I have.”
I walked back to my squad car, a little confused on how a riot could form so quickly. Emergency vehicles with their sirens balaring could be heard racing around the city in all different directions, no doubt answering 911 calls and doing their best to keep the city from falling apart. The C.R.T BearCat armored car rolled past me as I got to my car. The throaty rumble of its diesel engine passed me. Its weight shook the ground, giving me a surge of confidence that we could restore order.
I got into my riot gear as quickly as I could. Think of a suit of armor made of hard plastic plating with thick foam padding underneath, and then covered by Nomex, which is a very flame resistant material. I clipped my Drop Leg gas mask pouch on my left side. I then holstered my Monadnock Hardwood twent-eight hundred. That might sound fancy, but it's just a wooden riot baton. I had to do some digging around the truck of my squad but found the hard plastic case and flipped it open. Inside, protected by foam, was a Tippmann 98 custom paintball gun in bright yellow.
I assembled the gun and loaded it with pepperball rounds. Unlike normal paintball rounds, they were filled with pepper spray instead of paint. When the round hits someone or something, it breaks apart and sends pepper spray in a powder form everywhere. I put on my belt with four reloads for the pepperball gun. Each reload holds two hundred rounds of pepperball. I checked to make sure the CO2 tank was screwed into the pistol grip of the gun and working properly. After ensuring that it was in correct working order, the other deputies and I returned to the staging area. SBPD took over a parking ramp for the staging area or rally point. Their mobile Command and Control unit was heavily modified RV complete with antennae, satellite dishes, and cameras protruding from all areas along with a flushable toilet trailer, and a large tractor trailer with an OWI/arrest processing center.
I asked one of the local cops why there was a processing center. He told me it was for processing large amounts of people without overloading the jails. They can fingerprint, photograph, run names to search for warrants, and either give a citation and cut them loose or load them directly onto the prison bus to be taken to the local jail. There were several ambulances staged here as well to treat both protesters and officers.
As we began to move out, one of the EMTs holding a cup of coffee in a styrofoam cup gave the passing officers a two finger salute and said, “Good luck out there.”
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2023.05.26 01:17 Bitter-Muscle-4376 How I think it’s going to end

I honestly love the idea of a trilogy to end this, but I don’t think the trilogy necessarily has to be Fast & Furious, a lot of people are suspecting this and so am I, of Hobbs & Shaw 2.
It would be the best idea for the makers to go this direction for a number of reasons, first off, if they come out and just announce Vin Diesel and the whole crew returning for the next part, it ruins the ending for Fast X, the chances are no one died, but having that mystery would be great, in Hobbs & Shaw 2, none of them return and instead focuses on Dante vs Hobbs and Shaw, which can ultimately end with Dante “winning” again, I can see him killing Shaw and injuring Hobbs really badly to where we think he also dies, but then in the ending Dante will get a call from Dom and that will reveal how Fast X really ended, Dom and Little B get saved by Brian, weather the makers want to cast Paul’s brother and AI his face is on them, but either a side body double or just his car showing him saving Dom and little B would be the perfect way to explain it, also, in the Fast universe Brian is alive and I can’t imagine he won’t give it one go to save Dom. Regarding the rest of the crew, we know about Letty and Gisele together now, and the others we can see jumping out the plan and landing in the water and swimming back to shore. Then the finale (Fast 11) everyone is back and ready to fight Dante. In this scenario I also see Dom saving Hobbs helping him recover to fight side by side together. Also just for fun we will see Dante didn’t succeed in killing Shaw either and he’s back and Jakob also survived lol.
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2023.05.25 12:43 Critical-Ad-2956 HELP! 2014 VW Passat TDI 2.0

Any owners of this car out there? If so, I'd greatly appreciate it if you could contact me via this thread or the chat option. My Passat quit on me January 3rd of this year, and it has fucked my life up, to put it bluntly. I'm from meigs county in TN, where everyone's favorite pickup line has been "I can fix your car!" or their brothers uncle's sisterwife could do it, no problem... 😮‍💨 I've learned a lot about my car myself, but I've never worked on a car, much less a diesel. What I could really use is someone who owns the same car, knows enough about one to advise me what to do next, or has extra vcds software laying around. I was a little over an hour from home when it quit on me, and it got towed. I spent $928 getting it out of tow and then another 200$ to have it brought home. Since then, the bottom catalytic converter has been cut off, a huge dent made in the side of it, the front driver side window busted out, the user manual stolen, and my wheels stolen and replaced by ones that don't even fit. Please someone help me
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2023.05.25 12:37 Critical-Ad-2956 HELP! 2014 VW Passat TDI 2.0

Any owners of this car out there? If so, I'd greatly appreciate it if you could contact me via this thread or the chat option. My Passat quit on me January 3rd of this year, and it has fucked my life up, to put it bluntly. I'm from meigs county in TN, where everyone's favorite pickup line has been "I can fix your car!" or their brothers uncle's sisterwife could do it, no problem... 😮‍💨 I've learned a lot about my car myself, but I've never worked on a car, much less a diesel. What I could really use is someone who owns the same car, knows enough about one to advise me what to do next, or has extra vcds software laying around. I was a little over an hour from home when it quit on me, and it got towed. I spent $928 getting it out of tow and then another 200$ to have it brought home. Since then, the bottom catalytic converter has been cut off, a huge dent made in the side of it, the front driver side window busted out, the user manual stolen, and my wheels stolen and replaced by ones that don't even fit. Please someone help me
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2023.05.24 21:46 Urgz The albums that didn't make this year's Top 50 Essential Albums

Albums are listed in alphabetical order per artist, and received between 1 to 4 votes.

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