Turn in place osrs

Chapter 7: Instructor Mattheus
My spine shivers at unimaginable volumes. Every fibre, every hair, every cell, every microorganism within me are shouting at the top of their non-existent lungs. The two words "Get ready" by the man I fear the most is enough to activate a surge of adrenaline. Without giving me time to collect my thoughts, he raises his spear into the air and thrusts it downwards unto me. My reaction time has improved over the past month and i barely close the hatch in time. What do i do? Where do i go? What can i do? I'm an unarmed hobo that can barely speak a word in the current state I'm in. Mattheus opens the hatch and starts scouting the lower deck of the schooner. Hiding behind one of the pillars, I can hear him try to speak to me. "You shouldn't be here, freshie. Erisia is too much for a small-fry like you. You can't even beat me, how do you expect to go against the bandits over there, let alone a couple of mudskippers."
My spirit doesn't let someone shit talk me and get away with it. Especially this man. He thinks he's all that cuz he beat me in a spar a few times. But if i wanna go to Erisia and not die within a minute, then he's right, i need to prove my strength and beat him. As soon as i hear his boots come ever so closer to my pillar I'm hiding behind, i run in the other direction, towards the hatch leading towards the outside. I dare not look back, i'm not running in fear. I'm running away as part of my plan. As i guessed, Mattheus follows in pursuit. Up on the deck, i find something to weigh down the hatch as i get ready. This barrel will do. I can hear him banging on the door. Maybe i should put another barrel just because he pisses me off. As he's trying to open the hatch, i climb onto one of the ropes meant to release the sails. I can do it rather quickly, which feels like muscle memory, just the same as when i first snuck onto the ship.
Not long after, Mattheus manages to break out of the lower deck, but it's too late. Holding tightly onto the rope, i kick off the post and swing my way down. He sees me swing at him from above and readies into a blocking stance but my force is too strong and I dropkicked Matt, unarming him in the process. I was hoping to push him into the water but it's better than nothing. I nab his spear off the floor and point at him. "Let me leave to Erisia, or...or you like big oily men feeling your body". Matt, looking unsatisfied, says to me "You haven't been to the driftlands, have you? That place came from the Voidsea, and is filled with beings and artefacts we, today, are still researching. Everyone has the same idea, to go and look for the forgotten treasure. Bandits, pathfinders, those who found their paths, and anyone in between. If you really think you can go to Erisia and stay alive, so be it. You're no longer under our care." I take that as a victory. Maybe because he doesn't have a weapon, but nevertheless, i think i get to leave for Erisia.
"Dyou let give him the approval?"
"Yeah, somewhat of a shame. I wanted to see what the person who survived the death of Beloved Zofia was like. Too bad he was no more than a recruit."
"Weren't you kinda close to his captain?"
"I wouldn't say that."
"Why not?"
"Because"
"Because why?"
"Maestro, i get that you're good with the blade, but for the love of Navae, shut up"
"This guy isn't even a Gremor, what the hell is he praising Navae for?"
Chapter 8: The Sea and Me
As i set sail towards Erisia, i take one look back to the Isle of Vigils. Now that i think of it, it's not that bad. If what Mr Innkeeper said about that place being better than Etris, then maybe i shouldn't affiliate myself with the kingdom of Etrea. Though, what is a problem however is that i still don't know where the fuck Erisia is. I take it as it wouldn't be too far from here, so might as well sail straight forward till i come across a problem. I'll poke around the schooner since I'll be here for a while, and that's when I come across some newspaper and a map. Plot armour really helps in situations like these. The map shows a couple of islands, which I do not know of. Such as 'Minitrysa' and 'Geoduck Cove'. I find 'Isle of Vigils' and straight to the north is Erisia. I think i'm going the right way. Seeing in which direction the moon is rising or falling, I should be able to see where I'm going.
The moon is mesmerising. It mimics the shape of an Eye. The moon is strong, it moves the waves and shapes the seas. Some believe it's the reason for the Great Drowning. Others believe it's their saviour. I believe, that it will help me reach Erisia.
Chapter 9: Etrean Luminant Times
That newspaper i found along with the map looks like it's a slightly outdated one, only one or two weeks old.
Etrean Luminant Times
-Famous Influencer and Author, Supaa, has yet to release his "Mario goes ganking" novel. Today marks the third year anniversary since its announcement.
-More whirlpools seem to be forming in the Aratel Sea, specifically near Songseeker and a few meters offshore from Fort Merit.
-Researchers are testing a new product 'Megalodaunt Bait'. It is said that it will be released to the public around the winter of 1291, which is just two years from now.
-Famous pirate ship, Beloved Zofia, hasn't been spotted for a while since it was last seen by fishermen and sailors two weeks ago. It is speculated that it has been sunk and already lost in the Voidsea.
I remember the name, Beloved Zofia. It sparked a memory deep in the back of my head. I try to hold onto that memory but it just fades away. No use trying to remember the past, I've got to focus on getting to Erisia. The moon is descending over to the west, meaning i should be going in the right direction. According to my calculations 🤓 I should arrive in Erisia by dawn. Meanwhile, it's best i get some rest. Mattheus told me that Erisia is filled to the brim with wacky things. I hope theres Felinor bandits over there.

I've downloaded Arc yesterday and I love it, however, there are many things restraining me from completely switching to it.
It certainly does have a bunch of cool innovate features and much much better than chrome but I found that it also lacked some pretty useful basic features compared to my previous browsers Opera and Vivaldi.
Another thing, is the only official place for feature requests and bugs and those stuff the in-app cmd-t, share feedback, because it it looks a bit too simple, a forum like or website for it would be better in my opinion, so you can see how popular some requests are and look at other's.
Here is a list of many things/issues preventing me from completely switching and other simple quality of life feature requests. They're in order of importance to me, if any of those features are already existent, please inform me how/where to use/find them.
Major issues preventing me from fully switching

• when using CMD-L on a pinned tab and searching something, it should make the search on the current tab but Arc searches in a brand new tab in unpinned section
• option to completely disable automatic tab archivation
• improve autofill, top-level website should always be used, for example, when searching just reddit, it will go to a random post from long ago but i want it to just go to homepage reddit
• peek should work on all tabs, for instance, I often open new google tabs for random searches and these are the places I would use peek the most often
• cpu/ram/energy usage
• single key keybinds like opera and vivaldi, i am used to just "Z" to for history back and just "X" to go forward
• option to manually snooze/hibernate tabs without closing them to save resources, also maybe add an option to change the timer for how long it takes to automatically snooze
• Option for a new tab page or homepage, I like having an idle page with a cool rotating wallpaper or something like https://tabliss.io/ or other chrome extensions. When minimising/clicking minus button on a pinned tab, it already just goes on an empty page, why not add a little something on it, anything but just empty

Less important QoL features

• inside pinned tabs, option to open new tab right next to the pinned tab instead of in unpinned section
• CMD-U strangely cannot be binded to any shortcuts
• use blurred(use can chose how much blur) custom image as theme background
• add a history view similar to the archive tabs view instead of making it in a chrome UI new tab. (not sure if archived tabs function completely the same as history, I need some clarification
• option for 2 separate shortcuts cmd-T, one for browser actions, history links, settings etc. and one for simple google search/url search as it often accidentally autofill into other thing
• add tables and ability to change text's colour to notes

If you are interested in getting Stirling Cooper - Dirty Talk 101 course you can contact us at (+) 447593882116 (Telegram/WhatsApp).
Stirling Cooper - Dirty Talk 101 course is now available.
Stirling Cooper - Dirty Talk 101 course comes with full updates and complete modules.
Stirling Cooper - Dirty Talk 101 course will teach you everything you need to know on how to turn on your girlfriend with words, and how to do it the proper way.
The course is led by the award-winning adult movie industy star Stirling Cooper.
The information you will get Stirling Cooper - Dirty Talk 101 course is unique and acannot be learned anywhere else. The lessons you will get from this program are guaranteed to transform you love life forever!
If you want to get Stirling Cooper - Dirty Talk 101 course contact us at:
Whatsapp/Telegram: (+) 447593882116 (@multistorecourses)
Reddit DM to u/RequestCourseAccess
Email: silverlakestore[@]yandex.com (remove the brackets)

I am having this glitch where the first two slots are perfectly available but whenever I put anything in the third slot it gets deleted whenever I get into a loading screen, start a game, or anything that would transition myself from a place where I can change whatever perk is in the slot to a place where I can’t. And when I go back to the peel selection it has the shield with a plus icon in it. I don’t even have that perk unlocked. I try to use the piano one not the shield one. And I’ve tried switching perks and it’s exclusively the third perk slot. Nothing with specific perks. It’s the slot. And no one else has this problem (not including the one dude who posted about this problem). Anyone know this and got a fix to it? I have not tried redownloading so I may try that although I am afraid of losing progress.

I (18M) always liked to sleep since as long as i remember, I took naps almost everyday and it did not really interfere with my sleep. I had a bad sleep hygiene but from what i remember I did not really matter, I still had my 8 hours of peaceful sleep. Wether it was staring at my phone in bed 1 hour before deciding to sleep or wether there was a party behind my door, i could sleep through anything before.
Now, since the beginning of this year, I started experiencing struggle to fall asleep. It took like an hour or two for me to be able to fall asleep then i wake up in the morning feeling very unergetic. However, i did not really pay attention to that, but starting 1 month ago i started to have horrible nights now. I just lay in bed and toss and turn till its morning.
When it happened the first time it was horrible, it was the first time i had gone a night without sleeping. The next day I decided to try and fix my sleeping routing by not looking at any screen/electronics 1 hour before bed and drink tea, read the bible before going in bed. And it did not work so I told my mother and she gave me Atarax which helped for awhile.
But i did not like taking medication so I worked on my sleep routing persistently and on some nights it works and on some no. It even feels like it is alternating such that today i sleep without the need of Atarax (go in bed fall asleep in ~30min) and tommorow I just toss and turn until ~3am then i take Atarax before being able to asleep at ~4h30am . And this alternating, weird, anomalous ability and inability to fall asleep continued for one week. But now this week things just got worse, I do not fall asleep wether my sleep routing is good or not, i do not fall asleep even if i take Atarax. Just toss and turn until morning. This is very bad for me because i have a lot of studies to do and its basically imposible to do so without good sleep.
Despite implementing changes such as reducing caffeine intake, limiting screen time, and engaging in regular exercise, I am still struggling to identify the root cause of my insomnia. Although I have had thoughts running through my mind before falling asleep in the past, it never seemed to have a significant impact on my ability to sleep. Currently, I am uncertain if anxiety could be contributing to my sleep difficulties, as I am not sure if it is a factor .
I would really appreciate some people's suggestiong! This last few weeks has been a strain on me physically, mentally and emotionally. I have a lot of things to do and this insomnia is ruining it all. I fear that this may be a permanent thing for me now! Anybody's opionion and help would be really greatly appreciated!
just some additional points: I don't want to take atarax i drank lemongrass tea but idk if its good long-term so i stopped This week i may try to take magnesium (Magne B6) 3 times a day daily for 10 days to see if it makes any changes. Incase some people suggest therapy, I don't think its an option, its very expensive an i can't afford. Please make other suggestion and don't try to fight me on it.

I am a person who can't fall asleep without listening to something like a podcast. Now this becomes tricky night time routine to execute when I'm not at my home and am sharing the room with someone. On this particular night, we were doing a night stay. So me and my one friend wanted to listen to something to fall asleep, my other friend preferred no sound. I put on distractible and i don't even remember what episode it was but needless to say both of us fell asleep. Now the next morning my friend ( the silence liker) tells me that i had scared the shit out of her because she heard a woman's laugh when she was on her phone and she turned around to find both me and my friend asleep so she was shit scared like wtf who was that. All along i was not fully asleep i was in and out of consciousness. Turns out i had laughed at one of the jokes the guys made and scared my friend but i have no memory of it.😭😭😭

Capture and ride a wild triceratops dinosaur (70M BC): You will be transported back in time to the late Cretaceous period, where you will need to capture a triceratops dinosaur from the wild and then ride it for half a mile. You will need to overcome the dinosaur's sheer size and strength,as well as figure out how to get on top of the dang thing.
Win a chariot race in the Roman Colosseum (600 BC): You will be transported back to ancient Rome and will need to compete in a chariot race in the Colosseum. You'll need to master the chariot, the horses, and the dangerous twists and turns of the course. To complete the challenge, you must beat the other racers and emerge victorious in front of the cheering crowd.
Win a horseback jousting competition (1250 AD): You will be transported back to the Middle Ages and must participate in a horseback jousting competition. You'll need to wear heavy armor and wield a lance, while charging at your opponent at high speed. To complete the challenge, you must unseat your opponent with a successful hit and win the jousting tournament.
Win a pistol duel in the Wild West (1881 AD): You will be transported back to the Wild West, where you'll need to prove your quick-draw skills in a classic Western-style showdown. You'll need to face off against a skilled gunslinger in a deserted street at high noon, using only your wits and your trusty six-shooter to come out on top.
View Poll

Welcome to the unique project where we embark on a journey through the crypto sphere bringing utility to the love for dogs and increasing animal compassion.
A native token($JART) built on the Binance Smartchain with Reflection feature that will remain active for as long as you're a $JART holder. This is 10% of every sell transaction sold across the entire JournArt ecosystem. The project's security was the first milestone achieved with KYC and AUDIT already in place.
Furthermore, A brilliant NFT collection to be released to increase beauty and value to the world of NFTs and aim to improve the standard already in place.
The JournArt DEX(decentralized exchange) is another of the project's long term goal. The aim is to bring a more satisfying user experience on DEX.
Why choose us?
- Reflection
Our Project has a reflection feature which enables token holders get distributed 10% from sold coins across entire JournArt Ecosystem.
- JournArt Hero
Cute little puppies are called for the mission to complete a challenging task. To complete it successfully, they need our support, attention and time. This is a online game with an opportunity to hit the Moon and get 5$ for playing it!
- KYC/AUDIT
Contract fully audited by Securi-Lab and shown to be 100% secure. Team fully verified by Securi-Lab to ensure anti-rug and complete project security.
- Community
We have a big English/German speaking Community
Check them out: https://linktr.ee/journarts

Welcome to the unique project where we embark on a journey through the crypto sphere bringing utility to the love for dogs and increasing animal compassion.
A native token($JART) built on the Binance Smartchain with Reflection feature that will remain active for as long as you're a $JART holder. This is 10% of every sell transaction sold across the entire JournArt ecosystem. The project's security was the first milestone achieved with KYC and AUDIT already in place.
Furthermore, A brilliant NFT collection to be released to increase beauty and value to the world of NFTs and aim to improve the standard already in place.
The JournArt DEX(decentralized exchange) is another of the project's long term goal. The aim is to bring a more satisfying user experience on DEX.
Why choose us?
- Reflection
Our Project has a reflection feature which enables token holders get distributed 10% from sold coins across entire JournArt Ecosystem.
- JournArt Hero
Cute little puppies are called for the mission to complete a challenging task. To complete it successfully, they need our support, attention and time. This is a online game with an opportunity to hit the Moon and get 5$ for playing it!
- KYC/AUDIT
Contract fully audited by Securi-Lab and shown to be 100% secure. Team fully verified by Securi-Lab to ensure anti-rug and complete project security.
- Community
We have a big English/German speaking Community
Check them out: https://linktr.ee/journarts

I remember my mother’s 1977 BMW 320i was the only constant fixture in my periphery for the first seventeen years of my life. For a sizeable portion of my youth, I loved and obsessively ruminated on BMWs. They were a cherished gift to me from the world and best suited for my Aspergian sensibilities (clinically diagnosed). From memory, I could recite every model, feature and accessory for all of the 1980-1996 model lineup. Despite this, I specifically did not love our BMW. The entire time, it remained to me an unfortunate afterthought of a car. “Why don’t we ever have a good BMW?” was one of my usual, elementary school gripes. We got close at least one time with the near-purchase of that European-spec, e23 745i, but it just never happened.
I remember learning and committing to memory that our BMW’s original owner was a Palo Alto woman, a Stanford University professor. The woman seemed to enjoy driving the car too much, leaving it uncovered under the California sun and not maintaining it properly.
I remember the story of my father doing the pre-purchase inspection of the somewhat high-mileage, paint-damaged–albeit comparatively young–BMW in 1983. He summarily advised my mother not to buy it. Being the spark plug that she is, she took this recommendation under advisement and went ahead and bought it anyway.
I remember that this event–this BMW–is how my parents met and eventually decided to marry. He was her diligent, cautious, attentive mechanic, and she was his young, attractive, female customer. I assume that since it was the 1980s, my mother had legs–of the ZZ Top variety–and was well informed on how to use them.
I remember the story of my mother leaving a bag of peaches on the rear seat floor boards that eventually decomposed into a mound of organic glue and permanently fused to the sun-bleached, shit-stained beige carpet.
I remember hearing about how my mother would drive the BMW from El Sobrante to San Jose–fifty-plus miles–with the low fuel indicator light illuminated. My father would sit in the passenger’s seat, white-knuckled, a bead of terror sweat likely running down the side of his temple.
I remember the BMW sitting behind the laundry area of our Redmond home’s garage–an unassembled and deconstructed husk–unstarted for five-plus years.
I remember all of the BMW’s transformations from “anthrazitgrau” to “teal” to “lexus pearl white.”
I remember my mother deciding that the interior was going to be replaced and the color was going to be changed from beige to black. My mother purchased replacement Recaro seats for the BMW, but opted for the least expensive variants possible. I was deeply troubled, at the time, that the front bucket seats were charcoal cloth and the rear seat was black vinyl. My father’s contribution to the chaos was purchasing black door panels whose styles didn’t match one another because they were each sourced from separate BMWs of stylistically differing generations. To me, this all felt entirely criminal. I was present at the junkyard for at least one of these door panel purchases. The donor BMW was sad and pathetic, I recall. My father told me not to get too close to it because there was broken glass present. I complied.
I remember when our BMW was in a transitional state and didn’t have an interior, but was in drivable condition. My father amused us both by driving it up and down our Redmond street. He expertly operated the clutch and accelerator while sitting precariously atop a piece of scrap two-by-four that was balanced between the driver’s door sill and the center hump that ran the length of the interior. I sat in the passenger's side footwell and clapped like a seal while we both laughed hysterically. It was one of the few times my father didn’t seem so stoic and cautious. It was totally unsafe and a wonderful bonding experience that I absolutely cherish.
I remember seeing the aftermath of a semi truck that, after missing its intended turn, elected to come to a full stop on a highway near our home. The driver then attempted to correct this error by reversing, without looking, toward the front-end of our BMW that my dad was driving at the time. Without enough time to reverse, my dad was hit. The recently repainted grille and hood were smashed-in. My mother drove to pick my father up in our brand new Jeep Cherokee while I accompanied her, sitting in the back seat, nervous, but excited about observing the damage. I knew my father was alright, but I brought an open bag of candied pecans as an offering to comfort him. When we arrived, he was not interested in the candied pecans, which was odd to me. I was, however, awash with relief because I wasn’t actually that interested in sharing them, but simply wished to express my concern. I took advantage of the moment to eat the rest of the candies, which under any other circumstance, would have not been allowed.
I remember seeing the BMW at the body shop waiting to be repaired–how a working-class man expertly removed the BMW emblem that was on the smashed hood with a flat-blade screwdriver and gave it to me as a gift. The emblem was relatively new at the time, a replacement for the original one that had just previously been replaced. The otherwise pristine emblem had a small indentation from the damage. I was in possession of the emblem until 2001 at which point I threw it in the trash.
I remember my irresponsible sister–as a condition of her owning it–was required to maintain the BMW and this included washing it. Despite her protest, the one time I did actually see her wash it, she was sure to use a green scrub pad and managed to destroy the majority of the paint’s finish.
I remember my mother paying actual money to have the paint repaired.
I remember my sister absentmindedly losing one of the BMW’s original keys at the Costco in San Leandro. It was the only one of the three original keys that still had its black, plastic head. My mother had duplicates made, but they were not adequate. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forgive my sister for this offense.
I remember being present for the replacement of the BMW’s rod bearings in our San Antonio Avenue driveway. My sister previously flooded the engine in water and the BMW no longer ran correctly. She stated that it was misfiring and producing blue flames from the tailpipe. I started the engine when the job was completed–momentarily channeling my inner Frank Zappa–and told my father the BMW sounded like something that could only be described as “canned soup.” It sounded clunky and misfire-y and shitty: like canned soup.
I remember my father, dirty and grease-stained, being very confused by my aforementioned remark.
I remember standing on our hand-laid, herringbone, reclaimed brick driveway, staring at the dirty-white, thoroughly beaten-up BMW that was recently abandoned by my sister, asking myself how much I really cared about it. That day turned out to be instructive: it was the first time in my life that, retrospectively, everything could have been different. I would not even closely resemble the person I am today, save for choosing the direction that I didn’t choose. I had to decide to pursue the Jeep Cherokee that I loved, or rescue the BMW that I always knew. In my sixteen-year-old mind, acquiring the BMW would be an effortless slam dunk that the Jeep would not. The Jeep would require more effort to acquire, but it was also the one I really cared about. I was concerned that if I didn’t save the BMW right then and there it would go away. Both options were untenable for me. I could feel both of my recently divorced parents staring at me as I weighed the two options. Going with my gut and not my heart, I chose to capitulate to anxiety and doubt by choosing the way I did: the BMW. My rationalization was that there was still time to save the Jeep. I could figure out how later; I just needed more time. I drove the BMW from the San Antonio Avenue house to the Central Avenue house on or around the first day of October in 2001.
I remember that I bought the BMW from my mother for “$1,500.” I paid $500, my father paid $500 and my mother “paid” herself $500.
I remember immediately discovering the joys of the junkyard and making my first purchase of a stained, yellow, molded carpet from some tragic donor. I wanted a filthy carpet because my plan was to also be filthy. I sought to trash my interior and not care about maintaining it because I wished to lean into my “gross teenager” aesthetic. I wanted to be able to drop frenchfries and soda and lucky charms and not give a shit. At the time I was able to comfortably exist in one of two paradigms: abject filth or obsessive cleanliness. There was no middle ground. This is something that remains to be true to this day, except I can now only tolerate the latter. My yellow carpet lasted for less than one month before the anxiety of it being filthy overcame me and I removed it, throwing it away as quickly as possible. I reinstalled the previously removed carpet and was angry about it.
I remember installing makeshift rear headrests that didn’t fit correctly. I used a hacksaw, a pair of unmatching black, cloth headrests purchased from the junkyard, two pieces of reclaimed wood with unmeasured holes drilled into them using a Victorian hand-crank-operated drill and several rubber bands. Many European-spec BMW 320i models were available with optional rear headrests, but models for the American market were not. This was terribly aggravating for me at sixteen-years-old.
I remember Jolene asking me for a ride home after school. I was uninterested in performing this favor, but complied because doing so was considerably less taxing than thoroughly explaining why it made me uncomfortable and didn’t want to do it. That was a nice, fall day in the afternoon and I can still recall the look of tree-lined Central Avenue as I drove past High street. I came to regret doing this favor as someone from my high school saw us and relayed to others what I’d done. It was then rumored that Jolene and I were romantically involved and this turned my stomach in a way I cannot adequately describe.
I remember Chris and Jasmine asking me for a ride to their respective homes after school while they canoodled in my back seat like the two love-struck, teenage assholes they were. They were both overly attentive, flattering, and obsequious toward me during the drive which made my desire for total silence all the more blinding. The useful moron I typically was at the time, I received this all as clear confirmation that they had no respect for me. I was, however, less uninterested in driving them than I was Jolene, but still just as mortified by the prospect of explaining why I didn’t want to do it as opposed to just doing it. These were people I didn’t really know and had no interest in helping, but I did. They never spoke to me again. This is correct.
I remember Danny looking at the BMW, telling me it was a “hooptie” and asked me if I agreed. Being neither of his ilk, nor of his particular caliber, I wasn’t sure what that word meant, so I nodded and escaped the situation as quickly as possible so as not to be roped into further discourse. Danny is a twat of a man and now, aptly, a real estate agent.
I remember how the BMW never easily started. I assume it was an engine compression issue.
I remember a brisk, overcast fall morning, how the air was cold and wet. After pulling out of the Central Avenue driveway, a thin layer of mist condensed on the windshield. I had trouble seeing as I drove, but I didn’t want to smear the moisture on the glass because it would have left annoying smudge marks when it dried and smudge marks are extremely difficult to clean off of interior windshield glass. Seeing no other available option, I continued to drive down Central Avenue crouching, peering through the thin slit of cleared glass that was closest to the defrost vents blowing at high speed. The glass wasn’t clearing fast enough, so in an outburst, I punched the top of the glass near the rear-view mirror in a logical attempt to bully the glass into clearing more quickly. A thin, meandering line suddenly appeared, bisecting the sheets of glass, suspiciously close to the spot my knuckle just struck.
I remember telling my parents that a crack in the windshield glass had suddenly appeared and that I had no idea how it got there.
I remember my first job was at an ice-cream shop in my hometown and how the BMW was not considered a form of reliable transportation to and from it.
I remember being so aggravated by the BMW after two months of owning it, that I told my mother if she didn’t take it back, I’d have it crushed.
I remember being told that I would receive $700 in exchange for the BMW–$200 more than I’d personally paid–but never seeing this money and wondering what happened to it.
I remember expressing a renewed interest in the Jeep Cherokee now owned by my father, but being told I couldn’t acquire it because I wouldn’t be able to materialize the lump sum of cash required to purchase it, quickly enough.
I remember resigning myself to my fate and not making any real attempt to fight for the Jeep: the thing I loved most at the time–the thing I thought would solve all of my problems. I could have done a lot more, but I chose not to. The Jeep was then sold to some sexually attractive dad and his obnoxious, harpy wife soon thereafter.
I remember the BMW also going away, back to mother’s condo on Shoreline Drive to live out the remainder of its days with her much the way it did in the early 1990s: parked and languishing.
I remember my mother moving to the house on Macarthur Boulevard and the BMW being sequestered in the damp, crumbling cement garage that was carved out from the side of the hill under the house.
I remember bird feces and a layer of cement dust coating the top of the BMW the last few times I saw it.
I remember replacing the BMW’s starter–an abject nightmare of a repair–in an effort to correct the starting issues. This repair corrected nothing and was completely unrelated to the actual problem.
I remember my mother surprising me by stating in or around 2002 that she was going to sell the BMW after twenty years of clinging to it, dragging it along with us everywhere we moved.
I remember the first prospective buyer of the BMW was a buff, extremely handsome, 30-something black man in a skin-tight, white t-shirt and black jeans. I fantasized about the man possibly sweeping me off my feet and taking me far away from this place. I was still technically a minor at the time, but only in the ways that mattered.
I remember hoping and praying that the BMW would start-up quickly enough not to raise any eyebrows as to its viability and reliability. It did. It would seem that it wanted rid of us as surely as we wanted rid of it.
I remember the man being allowed to go on a solo test drive, unaccompanied, and me and my mom not really caring if the BMW never came back.
I remember the transaction being completed and the BMW being sold for $1500.
I remember, with absolute crystal clarity, observing the BMW drive away for the last time, north on Macarthur Boulevard, disappearing beyond the sunny horizon after cresting over a hill, never to be seen or heard of again.

Welcome to the unique project where we embark on a journey through the crypto sphere bringing utility to the love for dogs and increasing animal compassion.
A native token($JART) built on the Binance Smartchain with Reflection feature that will remain active for as long as you're a $JART holder. This is 10% of every sell transaction sold across the entire JournArt ecosystem. The project's security was the first milestone achieved with KYC and AUDIT already in place.
Furthermore, A brilliant NFT collection to be released to increase beauty and value to the world of NFTs and aim to improve the standard already in place.
The JournArt DEX(decentralized exchange) is another of the project's long term goal. The aim is to bring a more satisfying user experience on DEX.
Why choose us?
- Reflection
Our Project has a reflection feature which enables token holders get distributed 10% from sold coins across entire JournArt Ecosystem.
- JournArt Hero
Cute little puppies are called for the mission to complete a challenging task. To complete it successfully, they need our support, attention and time. This is a online game with an opportunity to hit the Moon and get 5$ for playing it!
- KYC/AUDIT
Contract fully audited by Securi-Lab and shown to be 100% secure. Team fully verified by Securi-Lab to ensure anti-rug and complete project security.
- Community
We have a big English/German speaking Community
Check them out: https://linktr.ee/journarts

Welcome to the unique project where we embark on a journey through the crypto sphere bringing utility to the love for dogs and increasing animal compassion.
A native token($JART) built on the Binance Smartchain with Reflection feature that will remain active for as long as you're a $JART holder. This is 10% of every sell transaction sold across the entire JournArt ecosystem. The project's security was the first milestone achieved with KYC and AUDIT already in place.
Furthermore, A brilliant NFT collection to be released to increase beauty and value to the world of NFTs and aim to improve the standard already in place.
The JournArt DEX(decentralized exchange) is another of the project's long term goal. The aim is to bring a more satisfying user experience on DEX.
Why choose us?
- Reflection
Our Project has a reflection feature which enables token holders get distributed 10% from sold coins across entire JournArt Ecosystem.
- JournArt Hero
Cute little puppies are called for the mission to complete a challenging task. To complete it successfully, they need our support, attention and time. This is a online game with an opportunity to hit the Moon and get 5$ for playing it!
- KYC/AUDIT
Contract fully audited by Securi-Lab and shown to be 100% secure. Team fully verified by Securi-Lab to ensure anti-rug and complete project security.
- Community
We have a big English/German speaking Community
Check them out: https://linktr.ee/journarts

Alrighty gang, check it. Got all the parts for my PC today finally and put it all together. When I tried to turn it on it started fine, all fans were spinning and everything was good looking, but my screen said "over current detected in your USB device" and turned off after 15 seconds. YouTube said to check my USB ports and I did all are fine, cuz it's all never been used before and I don't see damage. I even unplugged the USB ports that came with my case, same thing. I'm at a loss and it's getting on my nerves. Any ideas?

Diablo IV beta impressions: Disclaimer - I did not watch a single cutscene, the story of Diablo has been kinda dear to my heart, I want to respect it and not blast through it when the game launches, so i am not partaking in it at this time. I will not be remarking on anything in terms of the lore/story/cutscene/etc choices as i'm completely oblivious and wanted to spend the limited time I had with the open beta observing how mechanics and gameplay interact and how they feel without the story having an effect on my judgement.
-Melee and Ranged focused builds seem to be at a complete disparage.
e.g.: not enough mechanics are engaging for ranged characters and too many avoid based mechanics for melee characters This leads to ranged classes and builds feeling like 'cheese' and melee builds feeling too hard in comparison for the same content - news flash, it feels bad both ways. No one feels rewarded for playing smartly, they feel rewarded for building around bad design or for picking the 'correct' build of a class when really it should be about maximizing your skill usage, NOT throwing some skills away as useless.
-UI is attrociousI had to google how to see how much lucky strike chance i had. It is hidden in a menu you click from your character screen that defaults to a pane of collectible crafting materials that you have on hand. This is flat out horrible. Other UI elements and flair seem to be attempting to both evoke 'streamlined' and 'convoluted' at the same time. Every Person you encounter in your party constantly has the emote keybinding shown next to them, which is ridiculous. The way the health and mana orbs aren't anchored to the bottom of the screen, the way the skill bar floats, the lack of overall design adherance to any modern look we've seen in some time (weirdly basic fonts, announcing status changes on your xp bar, very low amount of art involved in the ui whatsoever)
It appears to me the game's ui design team was shooting for a retro look to rekindle charm from older entrees in the series while also attempting to incorporate new social features that games of the past would not have had, but instead they ended up with something which is lacking in both form AND function, and there's no charm in that.
-Dungeon design seems really uninspired. Repetitive dungeon activities that are from 30 year old games are still hanging out here and who wants them? kill all enemies? place things on pedestals that takes a loading screen worth of bar time to place on them? find they key? I am sincerely hoping, but highly doubting, that these are early game mechanics that fade from existence after lvl 50 or so.
-Character power is tied more to items than literally anything else. I thought this was something that D3 embraced and that D4 was intentionally breaking away from. I admit that there are systems in the game we've yet to encounter, but since all we have to go off is the beta, we can easily interpret that many item affixes are more impactful than say, skill points you attain from leveling and what you elect to place them in. For instance, I have an amulet on my sorc that has +1 to all mastery skills and +1 to all defensive skills. This gives me a substantial amount of breathing room in building because it advances me down the woefully lame skill tree to a point where I can be spending points freely how i want, instead of spending them in an order that is undesired.
-Skill tree is shallow and has literally a negative impact on feeling like you're making choices to build a character e.g. A druid commits to nothing and is not rewarded for doing so either way. You HAVE to spend the points in order, you can't hit a certain level and unlock a node, you only unlock the node by wasting skill points on stuff that doesn't matter at all in your build UNLESS you get an item like I previously described that lets you escape the prison of skill point hell and put them where you actually want them. e.g. There is an illusion of choice here and it isn't that hard to see behind the veil. Each node has 2 basic 'initial' investments : skills or passives. Then they can go 'deeper' but really its moreso 'required' to maximize the skill, 1) Hydra for example has a 'buff' node behind it that allows you to spawn an extra head if you're healthy - spending this skill point is many orders of magnitude better than spending another skill point to the base hydra skill, no sane human would skip doing this. Then there is the 'choice' node behind that that seemingly is incredibly obvious based on gear. one is crit based, one is not. Do i have crit right now? no. Then i pick the other. It is a non choice. you either have what makes that 'choice' work or you don't
-open world design actively hinders the enjoyment, performance, continuity, clarity and understanding of the players. When playing with friends, if you do not select the lowest common denominator to start, no one below that point chosen progresses. This lead to me creating a necro, joining my friends, playing for about 2 hours then figuring out 'oh wait I CANT TELEPORT?!?!' unreal that it works that way... Meanwhile random people wipe the floor with world map event objectives that you struggle with (looking at the early druid experience here) performance issues are RAMPANT due to the constantly online/lobbiless world. And all for what? so you can constantly stare at the emote button and let people help/hurt your experience with no regard for anyone's personal enjoyment? I don't know who, of ANYONE, I have asked that can say why this choice was made and its a fundamental one. Why is this game an MMO now? Diablo has never been this.
-Game optimization and performance The graphics card end of things is so insanely greatly optimized its blowing peoples cards up for not restricting the frames to prevent that. But the constant streaming of data direct from disk, as well as the online aspect, lead to massive hitches in the transition phases of in and out of town/dungeon/etc that it feels attrocious. It's sad that what i'm asking for is an offline mode with LONGER loading times so that all the assets are in ram and not being streamed from my disk in real time, hitching up the process from both ends. Just feels like i'm being penalized for a design choice no one is asking for.
-The multiplayer experience is fun, I don't think I understand fully if there is any intent on trading being a thing or if the loot is so tailor made for a specific class that something like a d2 item granting a paladin teleport is off the table, at the same time I don't fully understand why with such a shallow skill tree this can't be all willy nilly. Give rogues corpse explosion if a necro trades them a ring, I don't care, that is at least fun and weird and not mundane like 'i game life per second equal to 3.5 per enemy close to me up to a max of 44.' like dude that is legendary? that is a not even primary affix level power. I digress. I just wish there was a little more reason to care what drops anyone else in the group gets. I think having a necro is kinda necessary to take some of the heat off your melee friends, even tho to me necro isn't as fun as sorc. These are personal opinions so i'm not sure I would apply them to every group of people playing, but i'd put some honest to goodness money down that in groups of four people theres at least either a sorc or a necro just based on their power and ability to alleviate the pains of melee. There are numerous weird interactions issues between cutscene skippers and not cutscene skippers that favor the skippers in a way that I can be seen used as griefing, AKA starting an encounter that leads vigo and neyressa through a cave that collapses and prompts for acceptance to move on, but the guy watching a cutscene cannot do so and gets locked out of the quest. ALL of this happened because the cut scene skipper clicked the door first. Not great and i think there needs to be WAY more leeway given to cutscene watchers (AND IM A SKIPPER)
-Graphical Aesthetic is pretty good, there are some goofy things like dashing with capes leading to the cape becoming a bib, or using skills making your weapon go invis. Skellies seem to be out of place which i think every necro knows and i think are afraid that they'll be monetized to look more in line with the games darker aesthetic.
-Personal opinion: the first region is going for a pseudo russian accent but hired zero russian talent to voice it, it sounds hokey as fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk
This is overlong as it is, I feel like a sober me will put together a concise list in the future after i've thought on it some more. Overall it feels like a game attempting to be retro and falling flat, it has interesting visual elements, tho many effects and spells look rudimentary at the moment and really what looks great is the world and the characters/enemies. Animations and such have that retro 'less is more' feel and i don't know if i agree with it. Others obviously will and thats ok. I'm just stating personal opinions.
Overall, I feel like I would rate the current implementation (if it were to go live like this) at a C-. 6.5/10 - Blizz can do better they guys essentially made this genre popular

Welcome to the unique project where we embark on a journey through the crypto sphere bringing utility to the love for dogs and increasing animal compassion.
A native token($JART) built on the Binance Smartchain with Reflection feature that will remain active for as long as you're a $JART holder. This is 10% of every sell transaction sold across the entire JournArt ecosystem. The project's security was the first milestone achieved with KYC and AUDIT already in place.
Furthermore, A brilliant NFT collection to be released to increase beauty and value to the world of NFTs and aim to improve the standard already in place.
The JournArt DEX(decentralized exchange) is another of the project's long term goal. The aim is to bring a more satisfying user experience on DEX.
Why choose us?
- Reflection
Our Project has a reflection feature which enables token holders get distributed 10% from sold coins across entire JournArt Ecosystem.
- JournArt Hero
Cute little puppies are called for the mission to complete a challenging task. To complete it successfully, they need our support, attention and time. This is a online game with an opportunity to hit the Moon and get 5$ for playing it!
- KYC/AUDIT
Contract fully audited by Securi-Lab and shown to be 100% secure. Team fully verified by Securi-Lab to ensure anti-rug and complete project security.
- Community
We have a big English/German speaking Community
Check them out: https://linktr.ee/journarts

Before i start i want you all guys to know that english is not my first language so correct if I'm wrong and the story is not about me or people i know it's my father story before i was even born i find it an interesting story i want to share it and it's a little long story
This happen when my father is still an active police officer it was before i was born so my guess it's about 2-3 decades ago. One day my father is in he's office doing work when a grown man with He's daughter crying to my father asking for help he told my father that he's daughter about 5yrs old was badly beaten up by 3 grown people so bad that the child skin became so black clearly showing what happen to the child it happen while the father is away from home for work the father is a fisherman and he's a single father who's wife die early so he works so hard to raise he's child. When he got home he saw her child that could barely walk and full of bruises he started crying and i don't know the full details how the father know what happen to the child and who beat the child so bad from what the child father tell to my father is he's daughter was playing near a local store when some dude who told the married couple that the one who steal from their store is the child without even asking they just started beating the child even the dude who point the child joined to beat up the little girl who's just 5 yrs old after the beating they just left like nothing happen. After telling my father the whole story my father and other police officer who's listening became extremely enraged for what they did my father and the other officers could see how bad they beat up the child because of her bruises so my father already talk to the father that he well help them on one condition that is not to turned down the charges even of they pay a large sum of money of which he accepted after some asking and talking my father immediately worked for those child beaters to taste a karma he filed for an arrest warrant and some investigation. After doing all that all 3 get arrested but the 3 couple bail themselves out but the court hearing is still going. Two couple ask some low ranking politician friend of them for help to ask my father to press down the charges because my father is the officer in charge of the case which only pissed off my father even more my father simply told them my father simply told the politician "don't ask me I'm simply just doing my work ask the child father not me". Then they proceed to meet the child father they even offer a large sum of money but both my father and the girls father already anticipated this so he just bluntly tell them to f*** off. After some investigation some witnesses came up and told my father and here come the most shocking part while investigating the officers find out that the one who stole from the store of those married couple is the dude who accused the kid of stealing after getting all the necessary evidence my father pass all it to the court to make it worst for those 3 is that the judge is extremely pissed at them especially when he came to know the whole situation especially the part when they ask a low ranking politician and about the dude who stole the from the store who accused the child of he's misdeed after then the judges sentenced with guilty my father don't remember how many years the prison time they get but my father remember that they pay a large amount of money for the damages which is $10,000. Now they not just gonna lose some huge money the will also fell what jail smells like
Hope u enjoy the story

I tend to leave my computer on most of the time - turns out I'm lazy and just like being able to flick the screens on and stuff is working.
I had a power outage the other night - lights off - on - off - on again, within a few minutes.
Since then, my computer is refusing to boot. Light is on, but there's no action when I hit the power button. There's no burning or other weird smells. No sounds.
I read an article suggesting I should use a screwdriver to try and manually boot the computer... but I feel like that ends in the death of me and/or the computer. I'm not particularly literate in hardware.
Any protips or suggestions before I try RL people?
Thanks!

My co-worker Robert, 48, told me (26M) that he's heard there will be a full-scale national lockdown covering all 50 states on April 17th 2023 and it will last for 6 weeks, ending 27 May 2023.
He then showed me a page at www.ca.gov/covid-lockdown-april-2023 (now gone) and it said:

The U.S. will be entering a full national lockdown with a stay-at-home order from 17 April 2023 which will last for 6 weeks. During this time:

• You can only leave your home for shopping, medical appointments or buying medicine or fuel for your vehicle.
  
• You cannot leave your home state unless there is a legitimate reason.
  
• You MUST work from home unless you work in a job which is essential in nature or medical-related or it is not possible to do so and even then physical distancing must be observed.
  
• You cannot leave the U.S. for vacation purposes - a fine of $5,000 will be incurred if you leave the U.S. for this and return.
  
• You MUST wear a face covering/face mask when in shops or in doctors' surgeries.
  
• 6ft physical distancing must be observed at all times.
  
• All schools must close and learning take place remotely.
  
• All restaurants must close and food can only be served as take-out food.
  
• All gyms, swimming pools, entertainment facilities and cinemas must close for the duration of the lockdown.
  
• All non-essential retail must close for the duration of the lockdown.
  
• You must not meet up with anyone outside of your household or family for social purposes unless caring for a sick person.
  
• You cannot meet up with someone outside your household for the purposes of sexual relations.
  
• Funerals can take place, but only with 6 people outdoors and required people for the purposes of a funeral.
  
• All religious facilities must close for the duration of the lockdown.
  
• Police officers have the power to issue fines for breaches of these regulations.
  
• Fines of $1,500 for a first offence breaching these regulations will be issued for any breaches of these coronavirus regulations, with a maximum fine of $5,000 and 18 months in prison for a third offence.
  
• These new regulations apply to all 50 states.
  
• This only applies to all 50 states. In the U.S territories of U.S. Virgin Islands, Guam and the CNMI, they will have a variation of these.
  

He then showed me mirrored copies of this on Facebook and Instagram.
But if there really WAS such news about this, wouldn't it be all over national news and this site, as I CAN'T find anything on Google about it?
Robert ISN'T NORMALLY the type to believe in conspiracy theories, but do you think this sounds a bit conspiracy theory-ish?
AITB for suggesting to him there won't be a lockdown until there's actual evidence to prove it?