I'm kind of a casual player but want to get more into Yu-gi-oh. I built Spright and so far it has gone great but I want to build some more fun and strong decks. The problem is I have no idea what decks are strong now. Or what decks are coming soon. YGO wise I have no information on decks that should be releasing or what cards can make which decks strong so I can build them. I need some information regarding stuff, kind of lost right now

Hello, I hope you're having a good time! I'm looking for someone whom I can have conversations with in the long term but if you want to have a short conversation, that's okay as well. Who knows if we get along well and end up being in touch for years?
Please read the post entirely before you decide to send a chat request or message. It will take about five minutes or more depending on your reading speed. You may skip this post if you can't bother reading it. This is only for people who love reading and typing lengthy messages, because that's the only way we can communicate with each other when we don't get enough time to have real-time conversations. I am mentioning this only to save your time; I don't mean to come off as rude. The messages I send can be way longer if we happen to click, and people who can't read the post entirely won't bother reading my messages properly either, and that would be a waste of time and energy for both individuals.
A bit about me:
I'm interested in all types of visual and aural arts. Writing, drawing, listening and composing music, watching movies and photography (I'm an amateur though) are my interests and hobbies. I'm broke so I'm not a gamer. I do have a fairly powerful PC but with a low-end graphics card I play older games on. Nothing online though.
Speaking of music, I'm mostly interested in Jazz, Funk, Hip-Hop, R&B/Soul (both classic and modern). I like listening to The Weeknd, Prince, Michael Jackson, Bruno Mars, Daniel Caesar, Aaliyah, Sade and various artists from the 70s to late 2000s generally. I'm a movie buff so I can recommend you movies too if you're looking for something to watch. And yeah, I LOVE MEMES! Keep sending them all day and I won't complain!
I'm an ambivert (more of an introvert though). My MBTI is INFP-T if that matters. I'm looking for people who are willing to share the events which occur in everyday life, joy and sorrow, secrets, deepest fears, and build a genuine connection over the course of time. I'll be there for you throughout the good and bad times; I expect the same from you too. I am active on most social media platforms. We can move on to other platforms once you feel comfortable with me.
Now here's the important stuff:
I would appreciate it if you don't just message me a "Hi/Hello/Hey." Introduce yourself; the longer the introduction is, the better. Makes room for questions. Instead of simply stating that you like movies/music, mention what genres you prefer. Makes the conversation more interesting. Please put effort into maintaining the conversation. Ask plenty of questions. I feel like an interviewer if the conversation is one-sided. If you want to leave, don't ghost me without stating a reason if we've been talking for longer than two weeks. Just tell me that we can't get along if you think the conversation isn't going anywhere. I won't get offended.
Your age, gender, race, sexuality don't matter at all, but tell me your age and gender just so that I know who I am talking to and follow social etiquette. I do prefer talking to people within the age range of 18-25 as I have talked to older people all my life but it's fine if you're a bit older or younger than the specified range. I absolutely love lengthy messages; I don't feel overwhelmed by them. So bonus points if you're capable of typing lengthy messages. I'm a person who would spend an hour(s) typing a well-thought lengthy message rather than having small talk in real time. I type as if I'm writing a letter. I can chat in real time as well, it's just that I don't get much time throughout the day and I'm active at odd hours. And time zones exist, unfortunately. Short messages or long messages, the amount of time and energy you have to spend will be the same anyway.
Please don't message me if you're just looking for people to kill your boredom and later abandon them. No, I'm not being rude. I have had enough. Those one word or one sentence responses lead nowhere. Also, if you're someone who wishes to stay anonymous forever even after talking for a considerable amount of time, I'm not the person you're looking for. This is an important thing to keep in mind. I am open to revealing my identity if we get along well so I would appreciate if you're open minded as well. That doesn't mean I want you to reveal your identity in the very beginning itself. I won't wait more than three months just for you to reveal your identity if we communicate regularly. In fact, it's a great feat to converse for longer than a month on the internet. I personally think that anonymity acts as a barrier in any kind of relationship. I would love to meet you in real life at some point in future if we get along and stay in touch for a considerable amount of time.
In the past 11 years, I have talked to several people around the globe on different platforms who wished to stay anonymous. I had conversations with them for months and years, but they always considered me as a stranger and eventually left. I'm tired of being a disposable person. What's the point of having a friend without a name and a face? I have no reason to trust someone who doesn't trust me. You can call me picky; I indeed am. I don't want to have conversations where both parties only ask each other about hobbies and interests and leave once they feel there's nothing in common. That's the reason why I asked you to cover those topics when introducing yourself. And just because I have already talked about my interests and hobbies doesn't mean there's nothing more to know about me. Human connection is a lot more than mere interests and hobbies.
I would love to interact with someone who doesn't treat me like an AI chatbot and acknowledges the fact that I'm an actual human being with feelings and emotions beyond the digital screen who spends his valuable time and energy to communicate with people—precious time and energy that I'll never be able to get back. I understand that these connections over the internet are very fragile and I can't control things the way I want so if you're interested feel free to send me a message anyway. I enjoy having conversations with people even if only for a while. Sometimes people you expect to be in touch for years leave you while the ones you don't expect to be in touch for long end up staying for a long time. Nothing is set in stone. All I ask you is to not leave without notifying me. Yes, I know whatever I have expressed so far sounds contradictory, but that's how life works, right? Reminds me of this quote by Japanese author Haruki Murakami:
"Is it possible, in the final analysis, for one human being to achieve perfect understanding of another? We can invest enormous time and energy in serious efforts to know another person, but in the end, how close can we come to that person's essence? We convince ourselves that we know the other person well, but do we really know anything important about anyone?"
While I agree with the fact that it's not possible to get to know a person entirely, I think connecting with another human being is a beautiful experience in itself. In the end, we are just lost souls yearning for human connection; searching for people who will provide attention and affection and accept us as we are. If you're still reading this, it means you are a good listener and reader. Message me if we have similar interests or ideals and if you think we can be potential friends. It doesn't really matter whether we have similar interests or not though, I would love to have you as a friend. There's a lot more to learn about me but I would rather tell you all that when we begin interacting with each rather than typing it all here. Feel free to ask me any questions. I'm open to having a conversation with people around the globe any time. I'm also very patient so I don't mind waiting for weeks or a month if the messages are lengthy. I understand that you might find all of this intimidating, but there's nothing about me to be afraid of. My messages can be lengthy, but only if you reciprocate my efforts and keep on adding stuff to the text. I know that this post sounds like a contract. I know I sound very serious but that's not entirely true. In fact, I can crack jokes sooo bad that will make you laugh. Thank you for spending your precious time reading this post. What are you waiting for? Text me right now! Feel free to message me even if you're seeing this several hours or days later.
Have a nice day/night and I hope you find someone to develop a strong bond with in case I'm not the person you're looking for. Take care of yourself and always stay hydrated!

I've been playing SNAP for about 6 seasons now, hit infinite 5 times, and my main go-to deck has been Sera Surfer since I got SS and Sera quite early with a bit of lady luck on my side. I'm hitting about 60% winrate on it, with decent cube ratio and slowly, each season, climbing to infinite quite consistently.
Since the release of HE I've had more struggles, I had to tech in Luke Cage vs HE and because Galactus has become even more popular (at least from my experience), I included Cosmo as well (until now I tried to play around it with combination of Polaris and Juggernaut, but they lacked consistency). The meta in general hasn't been easy on my favorite deck lately - Bounce can easily outpower me with a decent draw and with other meta decks I usually go toe-to-toe and win by some fine strategies or a bit of RNG on my side. I started this season on 83 and climbed my way up to about 87, slower than usually, maybe because of some experimenting I did with other decks and trying to go in a different direction, but it wasn't a pace a was unhappy with. Well, until I managed to hit my 6000 tokens and HE appeared in my shop...
30 games later, playing with HE lockdown deck (even after Spiderman "nerf"), I'm in infinite, with an 80% (!) winrate and around 2 cube ratio. This decks is so God damn easy, keeps up with every other deck (or just absolutely overpowers it) and gives way more confidence in snapping than any other deck I've played. Seriously, after turn 2 if I have a good draw I just snap and most of the time end up getting 4-8 cubes without a sweat. Never lost a game to Galactus, Sera decks forfeit most of the time after turn 5 when I shut down some location, only games I've lost was to some very strong bounce combos I couldn't keep up with (usually not the best draws for me and good for my opponent), maybe once to a mirror matchup, and I believe some insane Destroy combo owned me as well. Other than that, it's an absolute domination. I'm experiencing something I've never experienced in this game.
HE is my first big tier-6 card, I've never played Thanos or Galactus (I'm almost a F2P player, bought the Nebula package, cause I considered her super strong and wanted to have her in my decks immediately) and I feel like I'm playing a different game. Coming from the "other side", as I struggled against those HE decks for some time, I really think this card is just overtuned. And by card I mean of course the "evolved" cards, which have such a strong synergy with the unspent mana mechanic, that other decks don't offer, cause there's always some downside to every other combo/synergy in the game. I look at decks from the perspective of 3 most important aspects: the tempo play, control play and the combo play. In my opinion, this decks delivers quite well in all of those departments and stays quite consistent even with subpar draws. I don't know, what SD is planning for the HE, but in my opinion, something has to be done immediately. I might lack some bigger data on this matter, sure, but having played against and now with this card, I really feel that I'm in some other gaming dimension all of a sudden...
What has been your experience?

I posted probably a year back about a case dealing with my medical card in Yankton County if anyone remembers. It was some bullsh*t. I’d like to say I’m still dealing with it 🙃 I’m now looking for an attorney or legal aide that can help my lawyer and I better understand the laws regarding medical marijuana. The judge herself said she doesn’t know them very well in court so it’s in transcript somewhere. This charge still hasn’t been taken care of. Yankton Courts still haven’t had to deal with any other medical cards so they’re just going in blind. Someone point me in the right direction so I can get this over with already. I’ve been on bond for over a year at this point and I’ve lost 2 jobs that have me traveling the country and an apartment in another state due to these charges 🙃

In April of 2022 I was pulled over leaving a friends house because I had a license plate light out. (Says the officer) I am a (South Dakota) state medical marijuana card holder. The officer asked if he could search my vehicle I told him no and that I am a medical marijuana patient. He put me in his vehicle. He said he was going to run a dog around my car. The dog alerted. I told him there was probably marijuana in my vehicle and tried to give him my medical card. He told me this county does not recognize the state medical card so he never saw it. I was arrested for possession of marijuana. My person was searched and cocaine was found in my shoe. So then possession of a controlled substance was also added to my charges. My questions are was he allowed to arrest me for marijuana I was allowed to have? (It was not within my reach as the driver of the vehicle and it was 1.5grams so under the 3 ounce legal limit for the state) Was he allowed to search me if I wasn’t suppose to be arrested for the marijuana? I have lost 2 jobs I was working and an apartment due to the charges. This is the first case involving a medical marijuana card in this county so I feel like no one is sure of how to go about it or what to do. My current lawyer has tried to get “suppression of evidence” but the judge has denied this twice. She has also stated I am not allowed to use medical marijuana while on bond which I believe is also something she is not allowed to do as it’s for medical use. (still awaiting sentencing). If I wanted to report or complain about this judge would I have to wait until she gives me a sentence and appeal it or is there another option?

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I went to order some furniture and the guy asked me if i want a fidelity card. I said yes and he gave me a form. This was too spontaneous for me and i lost the ability to complete the form.
We are moving to a new house in a new location and the info for the form were for the new location, and i just couldnt focus to do it properly. The guy looked at me like i was an idiot, took the form and started to complete it for me. He was probably thinking 'how do people this stupid survive'

*not all of these decks were fully made by me, there was a lot of deck codes copied that i didn't have the cards for
Hunter: AAEBAayaBhyNAcMW570ChsMC3dIC7JYD/KMD/q8DnssDv+ADjeQDj+QD3OoD9/gDxPsDqZ8Eqp8E458Eu6AEwbkEjNQEodQEp5AFmpIF6MoFj+QF5PUFgJ8GAdvtAwAA
Priest: AAEBAaeaBgLLoATMxgUO0grSwQLYwQLmiAPqjAOTugOnywPi3gP73wOi6AOtigSKowSi6QX7+AUAAA==
Druid: AAEBAaWaBgafsAKMrgP7sAPuugOs1AOwigQMhOYCl60D/a0DouED1OgDiZ8Erp8E2p8E3qAEp9QEi8wF1Z4GAAA=
Paladin: AAEBAamaBh7DFt7EAqChA/yjA/qwA/uwA8vNA4PeA+fwA/P2A4v4A8z5A9eSBO2fBO6fBKOgBPSkBOO5BJbUBJ3UBKfUBKztBMvtBLiYBe+iBZGkBczEBcTHBdj2BdWeBgAAAA==
Warlock: AAEBAaaaBijexAKX0wLo5wL8owP9pAPurAPkvgOsywPM0gPN0gPO0gPG3gO/4AP24wO98QPA+QPM+QPX+QOD+wOCoASDoASXoATnoAT1zgT70wSg1ASX7wTvogXFpAXMxAXxxgXyxgX0xgX5xgX0yAXI6wXY9gXC+AXDngbFngYAAAA=
Shaman: AAEBAaoICLHEApO5A9PAA9uUBI26BJnbBPGRBczEBQv4B/6uA6qvA9u4A7bhA/iMBPqfBLi2BKXRBa/RBeaeBgAA
Rogue: AAEBAfqQBQbJrwLOsQL9tgPLwAOoigSW1AQM+AeTrQKLrwLLrwLPrwLUrwL+rgOqrwP7sAO24QP09gO4tgQAAA==
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Hello, this post is about the overnight ferry from Busan to Fukuoka (Hakata), Japan. It’s scheduled from 20:00-7:30. (11 hours). Please feel free to ask questions because I’m sure I missed some info.
Before boarding: Please allow yourself enough time to arrive as there’s a lot of construction going on and you might get lost. Easiest way to get there is to get off at Busan Station (not Choryang station). Bring yen. They don’t accept Korean won or card. ONLY YEN. There is a duty free shop and small coffee shop inside the terminal waiting area. They opened the gate at 19:40 to board.
During: Once I was onboard, the boat was docked at the Busan port until about 22:15. During this time, everyone was eating, sharing their meals with their families, and starting their night with some alcoholic beverages. According to their customer service, you can bring your own alcohol onboard, but not sure if there’s a limit. There is cold/hot water available for free. There are also microwaves. Korean style gender separated bathhouse. Karaoke room (I didn’t try it). Game room. Vending machines and a small shop to get slippers, toothbrush, beer, soju. My shared dormitory room only had 2 (Japanese style) outlets to charge items. There were 6 people in my room, (gender segregated room) but the rooms can accommodate more people, so perhaps have your phone charged otherwise someone might use the outlet all night.
After: We arrived well before 7:30, (around 6, but not too sure since I was sleeping) and I used this time to get ready for the day ahead since I wouldn’t be able to check into my hostel. I filled out my online QR code, but immigration person didn’t accept it. They wanted the physical papers filled out. The physical papers are given to you with your boarding pass.
The entire process is pretty seamless and the ferry trip can be quite enjoyable. I did see foreigners mingling, so there are opportunities to meet others, which might make the experience even more fun.
PS. I personally thought I wouldn’t need yen, since I brought my own food. However, watching all the Korean folks imbibing and laughing with each other, made me crave a drink. Thankfully I had some Korean won left & these Korean women in my room were kind enough to take my won in exchange for some of their yen. So just a heads up that you might also be easily influenced like me.
That is all :)

I see that being done even in 1v1, and ofc they're the ones who get rushed (or outboomed, if they really invest much into defences) the hardest, but in team games it turns very bothersome as they end up just being ineffective players.
In my experience teams play most effective when they decide to do one specific thing, and commit themselves fully to it: it could be rushing (4v4 rushing can be pretty fun), it could be FF for a ridiculous timing attack in 3rd age, but it could also be just taking the map, placing forts and walls at mid map (much, much stronger than your usual forward base for rushing; in a recent game I did that with Lakota warhuts as allies sent forts and built stables and TCs all over, it worked so smooth); it could be proper booming, be it through fishing boats, torps/shrines but even plain mills and estates, heavily carded from the start.
What instead I find to NOT be working at all is title. I'm not even talking about fast industrial, which would happen between 11 and 14 mins and while very risky (you're putting yourself out of the scene and are relying on your allies to get alive up to industrial) at least would let you send OP shipments and be worth it somehow.
I'm talking about spending well over 1500 wood between dual layer walls, outposts and related upgrades to get yourself enclosed into a very small piece of map, never getting out of it whatever is happening outside (or worse, sending troops out to help allies or whatever and getting them completely annihilated, thus voiding all the defence investment... making it even more pointless than it already is) but most importantly, losing control of the map and it's natural resources.
They're so stuck into it they're not coming out to do anything, they have enemy TPs, shrines/torps or whatever right next to their bases and they're not bothering to send a couple petards or a bunch of pikes their way, like they accept the status quo and you can build whatever you want under their nose, up until they feel confident enough to have a proper army and besiege those things (which they often aren't doing anyway, bee-lining straight to the enemy base instead).
Now, I really don't want to be telling anyone how to play their game, but it just so happens that whenever i get those kind of players as allies we lose extremely hard, they are out of resources all the time and can't do anything like "at all". And when they're in enemy teams they either get rushed or raided very hard (they rely too much on fixed defences and can't defend properly) or they just can't pull off enough of an eco (my guess is, since they lost map control and spent too much on both defenses AND eco from fixed buildings) to be effective in late game either.
I have various impressions about this, like they don't want to play out the earlier ages at all so they build mills and estates straight away "as I'd be doing them anyway eventually". It is understandable not wanting a fast, rushy game, but then I feel the proper thing to do in lieu of rushing is NOT to wall up inside your TC range, but getting out on the map, putting these walls and outpost and blockhouses and warhuts and forts and whatever at the very least at the middle map, if not even closer to the enemies to deny them map control (and getting it for yourself, including natural resources, TPs, natives, sea and all), or at choke points, or at least making many forward bases across the map to get LOS on incoming enemies, keeping your vills safe as they're gathering out on the map, and so on.
So this is my theory. Now I might be wrong because sometimes it has happened that one of such turtly players was able to outboom and eventually steamrolled us; it's rare that they even get there in the first place or that they get there with a proper eco to be able to steamroll anyone, but sometimes it happens; i still feel like they're been more lucky than anything, having a teammate who carried them and took the brunt of early to mid game fighting, or just had an enemy team who's been too passive when that happens. But it might just be part of the game balance and I don't know about it.
I need to know if it's a viable way to play, or (as I think) these players are doomed to fail as they'll be outboomed by players doing "the right thing" (taking the map and exploiting natural resources), I feel like early turtling is a "defence mechanism" against rushing, for players that dislikes it, and indeed it could help against rushes but then booming beat rush ever since age of empires 1, so... and if I get this whole thing right, in this game, booming takes the form of taking map control and exploiting natural resources, which a) are gathered faster b) doesn't require a humongous wood investment just to start collecting from them. And if you get the market upgrades, they're gathered EVEN FASTER.
So my final question is, would you recommend such players to totally change their approach to the game? Is it just a wrong way to play that is inefficient and leads to defeat? Or, to change perspective, should those players rather stick to treaty where it just makes sense to NOT take the map (as you just don't have the option to build outside of your starting circle)? I feel like they're playing a treaty game, but with supremacy settings, ignoring the fact that supremacy works in it's own way and that's putting them at a disadvantage they might be unaware of.
I'll actually be trying to do that myself with ports (very well suited to try something like this, as much as brits) to try and understand their side of the experience, and see if it works and they're just not doing it properly, or if it really sucks as much as it seems to me.

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Well, this is going to be a little different.
First thing I want to say is that Kev will be back. I’m not the type to sugar coat things, he’s in a pretty sorry state, but he’s going to pull through. He’s a tough bastard.
In case you haven’t clued in yet, it’s Mike, I might not be as much of a wordsmith as Kev but I think I can keep your interest.
She was about five foot four, pale greasy skin and pitch colored hair that was just about to cross the double line from shiny into gross. Early thirties I’d guess, but with the strange shit Kev and I have gotten ourselves into she could be a million, or put together yesterday for all I know.
She was a “ Shame Monger” which was as esoteric of a job title as it sounds, and the first context me and my little buddy had on our current assignment.
The place we’re in is an old, decrepit arcade, I’m surrounded by shadowy figures sticking to the dark recesses like insects.
Kev is somewhere deep within the place sticking his neck out with God knows what ( I mean, I do as well, but I’ll let Kevin relay shit when he’s up to it.), and I’m making small talk.
“You human? “ I say, she’s not offended but raises an eyebrow.
“Are you? “ She has an edge to her, human or not, she’s seen some shit.
I laugh, running a hand over the branded lines mimicking clown patterns Art left me with after that stay in his gulag.
“Sometimes I forget about the braille.
Yeah, %100 sadly. “ I lean on the counter as I speak.
“Me too, you haven’t been working with the watchers long, have you? “ She sounds concerned, “ I’d suggest finding a new job. They have a bit of a reputation. “
“Long enough. “ I’m wary now, information is a resource I’m not willing to part with easily.
I don’t think she’s wrong, mind you, every day I spend with these wizards by another name, I like them less and less. Being sent with Kev, Jr, and the voices in my head, wandering across the country to find something called “The Fleshsmith”, is the best case scenario in my opinion. Gives me some breathing room.
“How do does one deal in shame? “ I say after a long silence. The glitched beeping of the machines becoming grating.
“Not as spooky as you’d think.
You play airsoft? I’m Tori by the way. “ Tori says, lighting up a small black cigar.
“Never got the bug, but I’ve heard of it, and I’m Mike. “ I reply.
“Well Mike, I play, and it’s a great hobby. Lots of physical activity, lots of equipment to learn about, it’s got something for everyone. For the most part, it’s an exciting activity .
But, think of the factory that makes the plastic ammunition. It’s integral, but it’s cheap, easy to make, monotonous, and far removed from any of the interesting facets of the hobby.
That’s me. I brush up against all kinds of folks, but besides the little wrinkle your friend is dealing with, all of the real spooky shit is well past arm’s length. “ she coughs, the thick, cherry scented smoke hangs in rings, “ It’s a living. “
“Honestly, I couldn’t be happier.
I hear ‘ Shame Monger’ and I was thinking torture, and, I don’t know, ghosts maybe? “ I shrug, motioning for one of the cigarellos.
She gives me one, it tastes of rose and a rich, almost syrup like tobacco.
“Sorry to disappoint. No, extraction is pretty painless, uses a kind of blotter paper. And to the best of my knowledge, ghosts aren’t a thing.
As I said, things are safe and boring. “ Tori says, taking a seat on a black waist high stool.
I let her statement hang for a moment.
“So what’s with the big guy trying to blend in, waiting for me to leave the counter? And why did he come with 2 friends and a running engine? “ I say, low but casual.
I can tell she’s annoyed at my insight.
“That’s nothing horror adjacent. Just a good old fashioned shake down, cost of doing business.
He doesn’t know exactly what goes on here, but him and his associates know it’s profitable enough they can squeeze ten grand out of me a month. “ Tori shrugs, putting out her cigar.
“You can’t give someone a discount to rattle their cage? “ I ask, curious.
“Listen to you. “ Tori laughs, “If your butcher asked you to get shot for them, would you jump at the chance? “
I make eye contact, I can’t help but smirk.
“I’ve gotten shot for less. “ My comment gets a sideways look.
“Mike, I’m seeing you, and I’ve got to say, kinda seems like you’re full of shit. “ Her reply is harsh, but I can’t blame her. I’m dressed like salesman, facial scars or no.
I don’t reply. I walk to the grimy, dim, wet floored men’s room.
Someone who chooses my line of work doesn’t get into it because they have great impulse control. And unfortunately, I’m not unique .
Since I’ve got here, I’ve felt scared, small, ineffective. I know you guys have seen Kevin’s point of view on things, and it makes me seem like some kind of wrecking ball, but that is 50 per cent showmanship, 30 per cent planning and 20 per cent not caring if I lose a piece or two.
But this situation, some low rent semi-connected asshole who thinks he’s Don Corleone? It calls to me.
The clothing I wear is designed to be reversable, and with a few adjustments, I’m no longer wearing a cheap looking used car salesman’s suit, but an antique tuxedo with a 1940s design.
The mirror is grimy as hell, I try to clear a spot, but the sad, octogenarian Esque flow from the tap isn’t up to the task.
But it’s clear enough to reflect him, standing behind me. I jump, and my heart starts to pound.
“Not the time for this. “ I say, pacing.
I try to look away, but there he is, in the corner of my vision, each time. I’d close my eyes, but that’s what he wants, he gets closer when I can’t see.
For a half second my vision is taken up by a crystal clear image of his face. That angular, pale visage inhuman by any standard, but haunting in it’s echoes of a past rooted in mortality.
I stumble backward, slamming into the wall. Panting, my eyes locked on his almost-there form.
He’s tall, wicked, and everything about him exudes power. He’s taken to looking like me more and more lately. But a twisted, malignant reflection, what I could be if I let this pulp novel of a corner of reality have it’s way with me.
“Fuck off Demi! “ I say, getting to my feet, “ I’ve got shit to do. “
Still don’t know if he is just another hallucination, or who he says he is, but Demi and myself are on pretty poor terms as of late.
I hear the bodyless old ghoul whispering what I assume are dark threats as I open a small tube of what I like to refer to as ‘Mike’s Mix’.
A combination of preparation H, topical anesthetic, and just a hint of clown white. Laugh if you want, but it stops a hell of a lot of incidental injuries in my line of work.
Demi starts to fade and I see what I can of myself in the dull mirror.
I’m a little too old for the phrase, but I’m sure a lot of you folks out there would refer to the cliché spook I’ve cultivated as “Cringe”.
I don’t disagree.
But, it’s the game I have to play right now. I’m not some invincible cursed killer, but you know what, I can certainly play one on T.V.
(Did I just try to relate to kids, then make a joke from a 40 year old commercial? This is why Kev does the writing.)
I walk out of the bathroom, reeking of fear sweat and tainted water. The foot and a half lucite rod is tucked up my sleeve, I tap the end of it against the wall as I walk.
The guy is six feet, easily, he’s fifty or so, but making up for it with trips to the gym and a few friendly doctors if I don’t miss my guess.
He doesn’t take the bait, just keeps talking to Tori, once he looks to me, I can tell he is asking her who I am, she’s smart, she shrugs after looking over.
I had an entire plan where I would embarrass the man, get him to send some guys, and make things so costly he just gave up on Tori. It’s a classic, but if it ain’t broke and all that.
But plans, like the people that make them, tend to fail at the worst times.
Once I get within striking distance, the guy turns, his speed isn’t supernatural, but a lot more than I was expecting. His punch lands well enough that I don’t remember starting to fall.
The second finishes the job before I can get my bearings.
The darkness creeps in and in it’s peace I realize how stupid it was to go in this half cocked. I was jonesing for a fight I could win so badly, I went in without a plan B.
I need someone to reign me in, back home it was Eli, here, it’s Kev. As the last bits of conscious thought leave me, I feel bad about leaving him alone.
It's the stifling heat that wakes me up, before my vision clears I smell hot, cheap leather, old vomit and years worth of attempts to mask the smell.
I’m soaked in sweat, the air is like a sauna. I’m sitting in the back of a car, I wouldn’t call it a limo, but it’s clearly built for comfort, in optimal circumstances. There’s a tinted glass partition separating me from the front seat, it’s cracked slightly, I try to tell if anyone is there, but have no luck.
“Can’t say this is a new experience. “ I say, to whoever may be listening.
I try kicking out the windows and the partition, they don’t budge a millimeter.
“If you are up for talking things over, I’m game. “ I try to pry the overhead light loose, and that’s when I notice it.
It's a note, in a thick plastic sleeve, wrapped around my forearm and stuck with some kind of adhesive.
The pain is horrible, made all the worse by the constant pouring of sweat literally putting salt into the wound.
Said wound isn’t deep, a few layers of skin down, enough to weep blood, but far away from pouring. But if this kills me, it won’t be exsanguination. Depending on how long, whoever, plans on keeping me in here, I worry about infection, necrosis, pretty much all the members of the Untreated Wound crew.
I take off the suit jacket, and tear it into strips to use as makeshift bandages, I have a feeling I’ll be needing plenty by the time this is over.
My left arm is slow and clumsy as I open the envelope. I hope it’s just shock, or swelling, not nerve damage.
It reads:
Hey, Dracula, or whatever the hell you are.
Fuck yourself, you think we don’t have ways of taking care of your kind?
Have Fun
Niko Ferang
“Well, can’t say the guy isn’t succinct. “ I say, laughing.
If I just went up to the guy with a threat and a pipe, I’d have either won or lost, and that’d be the end of it. But my genius self succeeded in convincing him I was scary enough to toss me… here.
It dawns on me that there is something obvious I haven’t tried.
As I pull the latch on the passenger side door, something inside me tells me to stop.
Visually, I can’t really describe what it looked like opening the door. The brief period before I saw what was beyond was the visual equivalent of trying to catch a greased pig.
I was left with a view, an identical car interior. The other car parked impossibly close, Their doors seeming to blend with their exteriors.
I enter, as a great man once said “Buy the ticket, take the ride. “, and my dumb ass need for assurance, bought me one hell of a ride.
Once I get in, the driver’s side door closes, and I find myself in the same sweltering heat, in the same backseat.
The damp leather sticks to my arms, I start to calculate how much water I’m losing by the minute, and the math scares the hell out of me.
I try going through the door a few more times, but the more I do, the more I realize, it’s the same car.
The fear becomes as oppressive as the wet heat, I’ve researched a hell of a lot of things from the watchers library, but infinite Oldsmobiles didn’t come up.
I’ve been disarmed, but left with my phone, and wallet. I’m kind of impressed they managed to find 99 per cent of the equipment I can hide in a suit, but hey, %1 is better than nothing.
The phone makes a useless bludgeon, I quickly retire the idea, and figure, even neutered as it is ( I find I can get online, but little else.), it’s better doing phone things than broken.
The good news is frighteningly slim.
I’ve got a few feet of polymar tarp, folded in the wallet, useful for a lot of things, but most important in my situation will be trying to get some kind of drinking water.
An emergency credit card knife, barely useful little thing, won’t do me any good in a fight, but might be a useful tool.
Three strike anywhere matches, a small hook and length of fishing line.
My lips are cracked and bleeding, it can’t have been more than an hour or two, but I’m starting to feel heat exhaustion set in.
I think I’ve found something when the knife sinks into the thin leather of the overstuffed backseat, but the shoddy blade encounters some kind of solid matter, and as I pull the knife out, the leather seals itself.
I stay still, trying to conserve energy, trying to formulate some plan.
He sits beside me now, his looming hunched frame bent in the confines of the car. His face is a blur, but I know beneath the shadows he's smirking.
“I’m way too tired for you Demi. “ I say, wiping what feels like a liter of sweat from my forehead.
His repeating, echoing laughter proves me wrong, I shiver, despite the brutal heat.
It can’t have been more than a few degrees, bit It feels like getting splashed with ice water.
The light in the car begins to dim, and with it, the soul crushing temperature of the luxury automobile drops.
I scramble to set up the tarp, I was banking on this, without some kind of temperature drop, the plastic sheet is useless.
Within an hour droplets have began to create a small stream, collecting at the cone shaped tip of the suspended tarp. Lacking anything to put it into, I catch the liquid in my mouth.
It's foul, and likely contaminated, but it’s my only option. If I’m stuck in here a week I can get by without food, brutalized by heat, I won’t make it 2 days without water.
I feel exhausted, wondering exactly how long I’ve been stuck here I check the time on my phone.
It’s almost random progression does nothing to comfort the surreal sense of dread that is enveloping me.
I don’t know when I passed out, but I wake up laying across the reeking leather, being dragged backward.
I feel fingers, dozens of them, clawing, scraping, trying to gain purchase. A crevice begins to open in the deep black leather, and I begin to be dragged into it.
I throw myself forward, landing painfully on the sticky, grime ridden floor of the car.
Fear, and the awkward ergonomics of my situation make turning around a slow, nerve wracking chore. Once I manage to, I regret the decision.
Hands, some small, some large, some seemingly cobbled together from mismatched scraps, slowly pull themselves from the crevice between the seat and back of the back seat.
They prod and crawl like insects, none ever giving way to arm, just a lumpen flow of calloused, wrist like structure, giving each an segmented, centipede like appearance.
I sit up, watching the macabre display, trying to make some kind of sense of it.
I actually scream when there’s a sharp, loud, mechanical ringing beside my head. The type of analogue noise that went out of style long before land lines did.
It doesn’t take me long to find the handle and pull out an ancient car phone, it’s a two part wood paneled brick of a thing, I pick up the receiver, “Hello” I say, a question as much as a greeting.
The voice is male, probably early twenties.
“Don’t worry about them. They can be an issue if you don’t sleep on the floor, but I’ve never seen one drag itself more than half way across the seat. “ He’s calm, but has a survivors hushed impatience.
“Who are you? “ I ask.
“I won’t lie to you man.
I’ve been in here a while, but now that there is someone else, I think I can get out. Call me Pol. “ I catch the hopeful tone in his voice.
“How? “ I say simply, still trying in vain to put more space between me and the hands.
“Not to sound cold, but if I tell you, there is a chance you just take the information and leave me here.
The first step is us meeting, you’ll know the plan by the time that happens.
I don’t lie. “ If nothing else I can say Pol seems smart.
“Fair enough, what can I do? “ I Trail off at the end of my sentence, one of the hands is pointing at me.
“You need to understand a few things about this place.
First, don’t travel at night. Nothing you are going to find is going to be any better than the crawlers.
Second, remember the numbers, 1, 5 and 9. I’m assuming you have a watch, or a cellular phone? If the time ends in one of those, you’re likely to find a new space.
Last, what’s outside of the car, on the driver’s side, pretend it doesn’t exist. “ The instructions are cryptic, but I’m in no place to turn down good advice.
“How do I know I can trust you? “ I ask, knowing the answer.
“Don’t see how I could be anything other than what I say.
Wouldn’t it be pretty obvious if I was trying to lead you astray? “ Pol’s response is reasonable, but a lifetime of being blindsided makes me wary.
“I guess so. What should I be doing now? “ I say, flipping off the hand like thing that continues to point at me.
“Get some sleep. Time, day and night cycles, they mean nothing here, and passing out in a hundred and fifty degree weather is a shitty way to go.
I won’t be able to get through during the day, so listen carefully.
If you time your travel right, you are going to be looking for two main things. The first is going to be a pillow mint, eventually you are going to starve either way, the human body needs more than just sugar, but you should be able to find enough to keep you going till malnutrition kicks in. The second is a soda can, it’s a sip, and it’s turned, but it’s better than trying to lick the droplets from the windows. “ I listen to Pol, hopefully memorizing his instructions.
Daylight brings with it reek and heat, I watch the hands scuttle back to within the recesses of the seats, shuddering a bit as I see wave like, movements in the cushions.
“God damn it. “ I say looking at the display on my knock off phone. About %50, for all I know I’ll be out in 15 minutes, but I’m not banking on it.
I watch the numbers flash by like a stock ticker, waiting to see if Pol is trying to screw me over or not.
I see 1:39 and crack open the passenger side door.
The same sweltering heat, the same basic backseat, but I know, at a glance, things are not quite identical. Part repetition from the day before, part a decade and a half playing private eye, but I can tell Pol was telling the truth.
Lipstick, smeared on the passenger window, an old handprint. It seems like something bad happened here.
The leather of one of the headrests is torn, I purposely avoid looking at the certainly not stuffing inside.
It’s like this place wants to tell a story, I can’t help but try and hear it.
I don’t find any soda, but I do find a single, red and white pillow mint, wrapper mostly in tact, sitting in a sticky patch on the floor.
I try my luck a few more times, using the cell phone as a kind of metronome, and while I do get a lot of repetition, every so often, there is a little change, or quirk.
I’ve collected two pocketfulls of mints, and found myself desperately hoping to stumble upon anything to drink. Another night of distilled sweat, dust, and God knows what doesn’t seem appealing.
I must have been too slow opening the door, I’d done it over two hundred times at this point, and the grey haze of this new variation set off every danger instinct in me.
It felt like I was being watched from every angle, despite the gloom the heat was worse, and seemed to bake a fungal reek into the air itself.
The door handle on the passenger side is mangled, the steel colored plastic twisted into a useless lump.
The leather seems slightly rotten, weather stripping peels, light fixtures are cracked and loose, it feels very, old.
I watch the phone, my eyes instinctively darting around, there are noises from the front seat and I doubt they have my best interests in mind.
I’m trying the mangled door handle but something is broken.
That being, said, with a car this old, the fish hook, with enough persistence could work,
I Peel back some of the stripping around the window, te hook begins it’s slow trek down into the mechanics of the door.
I scratch my wounded arm, it hurts, but that isn’t what concerns me. I feel a small, irregular lump.
I peel back my makeshift bandages, and what I see attempts me make to vomit stomach contents that weren’t there.
Small, brown grey mushrooms, a half dozen, about the size of a grain of rice. I feel a tingling in the wound, and panic sets in.
Opening a door like this requires a steady hand, but between the noises in the front seat, and the literally budding body horror on my arm, my nerves are shot.
I hear the partition begin to lower, and that rotten, fungal reek becomes nearly a physical force. My eyes water, my nose runs, and I hear a noise, like flowing sand.
I feel the hook dig under the proper part of the lock and pull up as I feel something wet soak through my shoe.
The door opens violently, not that I’m upset, I toss myself forward like I’m going for a touchdown, my forehead slams off of the armrest in the newest backseat I find myself in.
Before the passenger side closes I catch a glimpse of the mess that spilled from behind the partition. Rot and flesh, an aborted rotten attempt at life enraged at the universe that spawned it.
I actually feel relief at the blinding sunlight, and shining leather, and find myself relating to the monsterous mass I left behind.
I look at my arm, realizing I didn’t leave all of it behind.
“Oh, fuck me. “ I say, fumbling the credit card knife together.
The mushrooms had doubled in size, the cheap tin knife makes a terrible scalpel, I scream as I err on the side of caution, flaying a half inch around each.
I’m bleeding heavily, half of the makeshift bandages barely keeping the flow at bay.
My vision swims, I feel sick, and I fight the urge to break down into a mentally and physically broken heap.
That’s where I’ll leave everyone. Night is falling, and without a little more help from Pol, I don’t know how much longer I’m going to last.
If this is the last time you hear from me, well I’m sure Kev will have you guys covered for the rest of what I hope is Art’s downfall.
If it isn’t, I’ve got a favor to ask, did you guys notice anything I didn’t? Is there anything that is more obvious from outside this displaced cluster fuck?

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I lost my mom at the start of this year. After watching her struggle with an illness for a year and a half, she went out like a candle blown out deliberately, all at once with no warning. The previous year, I lost my job and didn’t find work until over a month later. Between the depression of being in the house all month, the shame of losing my job, and the financial stress of no income coming in, I wanted to give in several times. I’m not saying this to glorify the stories you hear of those acts or justify my reasoning at that moment, just to prove my mental state. I have bipolar disorder, depression, and anxiety, and have had this my whole life it seems. My apartment is disgusting now. It seems like every corner is filled with trash. I’ve dirtied more dishes than I’ve washed, and have thrown a few away rather than bother with it. I live in filth, and I bought things to make myself feel better. Mainly during highs, I would shop like I had the money to, and buy myself fast food, clothes, and whatever I deemed necessary at the moment. Now, I am 7K in debt between to maxed cards and two with mostly paid off balances. My credit score is trash because I can’t pay them, and I just kept paying off the two least full cards in some twisted sense of doing better. I haven’t told my remaining family about this, and have a feeling I should, but won’t. I know they would help however they can, but I can’t stand the thought of it. My dad spent all my life it seems telling me how rough life was. When I threatened to and did move out bc my step mom hated me, he told me I couldn’t make it. Told me the house would be willing to take me back the moment I failed. I don’t make enough to pay back my bills. I don’t have a good credit score to renew anything or revalue my caget a different apartment/etc. I have student loans that will need paying back soon. I feel trapped, hopeless, and helpless. I know the first thing you guys will suggest is talking to my family, but I want to see if there is anything else I can do.

Before anything, this vent mentions Degradation, Anxiety, minor cases of Violence, and maybe other things I'm forgetting, this parts being added after thirty minutes of typing, editing, and revising, sorry for typos or formatting mistakes as well.
So, as said in the title, I'm unsure what to do about my family at this point. for context, I'm 17, and I primarily live with my dad(40), Stepmom(49), younger sister(16), and uncle(40's I think), and my stepmom has been in my life since I was 9 and my uncle has lived with us since we were born as to help my parents and such.
And I hate it. Maybe I'm spoiled, maybe I'm just a teenager, but over the years I feel like my family's opinions and temperaments have changed negatively toward me, or at least toward my behavior. But I think I just want some advice on what to do, or maybe just to be able to vent about the things that happen in my household. So, bear with me, as its 2am, and there are bound to be mistakes
First off, honestly, I haven't been to a doctor in 2 years, a dentist in maybe 4 as I grew out of the kids' dentists and my dad never bothered to get me a new one, and doctor wise I'm pretty sure they just don't bother booking appointments or anything. Though, a while ago we were supposed to get bloodwork done after a check up, but I never got it cause my dad had lost my insurance card, and couldn't afford to pay upfront for the work. But after, I started getting chest and arm pains, and after a serious one where I couldn't move my arm without severe pain for several minutes, my parents dismissed it as heartburn despite me trying to tell them that I thought it was more. Honestly, I don't think they wanted to be bothered with it, maybe they thought I was exaggerating but since then I haven't told them about the occasional tightness in my chest or leg pains.
And my sister is another story. They have ruined her. She is 16 but acts like a toddler sometimes, she throws tantrums and berates me, at times she has even thrown things at me for her own amusement or left me the heavier chore load because she can't be bothered. Recently, she had even berated me for over ten minutes for eating half of the night befores leftovers, calling me a fat pig and a disgusting person. She even pulled in other examples of my “gluttony” like me eating the last bit of potato chips or eating the last cookies. I recorded it and she had the gull to cry and whine when my parents scolded her and told her not to act that way. Honestly, if she was my daughter I would've grounded her and yelled at her for saying the things she did to me but my stepmom let her off with an oops.
Things like this happen a lot, with my stepmom practically enabling her behavior, a few months ago, when we had younger cousins over, a girl around twelve and a boy around the age of 8, the one morning my sister and the boy woke me up but shaking and hitting me with my blankets and pillows, my sister encouraging the boy to jump and do the same as they laughed and asked me to play Uno. I was distraught after they had left. The boy had jumped on me one time and landed on my head and the morning itself sent my anxiety into overdrive. I cried for seven minutes as I had a panic attack from the abrupt wake up, only after calming down did I go down and tell my stepmom about it. Only for her to tell me she was watching the entire thing as I got teary eyed again. She just told me I was overreacting as I broke down again and that they meant no harm by it, despite me telling them no several times. I just stormed upstairs rambling about how they messed up a nearby art project and that I was sorry I didn't like being jumped on. I remember the pity the boy's sister gave me, that twelve year old showed me more sympathy than my entire family. To make it worse they treated me like some little kid later when the pancakes were done, and saying things like they hope that puts a smile on my face, and my sister had the gaul to say when i started tearing up again as i stormed off that i was crying from embarrassment, albeit, embarrassment was part of it, but i felt like they ignored my feelings completely.
In other examples, my stepmom told me she'd been observing separation anxiety in me for YEARS. I had no idea i had it, and until she said it I didn't even realize it, but when she brought up I needed to “Get my a** out the house” for college(after I previously discussed online classes, and she reassured me when I was younger I'd be welcomed at home anytime). Honestly, it was a bombshell for me, even now due to the fact I never learned to control my emotions properly or how to address an emotional issue for me like this. I just start crying if my anxiety is brought up, and it leaves me upset until I'm no longer thinking about it. My stepmom just told me I needed to work on it, and that I needed to get out into the world. Now, when I was younger, I always wanted to be more free, go out with friends and move out at 18, but my parents kept me leashed, rarely let me trick or treat with friends or hangout with them, and my parents told me they wouldn't rush me to move out.
Without all this, my only safe place is really school, even then my sister is there and happy to make my life a living hell, and my Grandfathers, where I'm limited, as I'm not allowed to spend all summer here, no matter how much I want to. Some may be wondering why I haven't mentioned my Dad much, that's because despite being home from 1pm to 4am daily, he sleeps from the time my stepmom goes to work till seven, when my sister usually will make me wake him up to make dinner, before going back to bed. This is a daily thing, and honestly there has always been a kind of disconnect between me, him, and my sister despite the fact that I inherited a great amount of his interests, like art, gaming, and music, even similar tastes in games, music, and horror movies. But my Dad is essentially a manchild, who complains and acts like he has no help raising me and my sister despite having had my stepmom to help him the entire time, and he acts like everyone is against him. He even called the gift I picked out for my sister cheap looking, and bought something additional to make up for it(Albeit he felt like a jerk after i told him i picked it from her personal amazon list, but he only told my stepmom who relayed it to me).
On top of all this is the body shaming. I am overweight, and I don't care honestly. I have been like this most of my life and sure, it's not healthy but I'm not going to be ashamed of my body. But my family have all made comments. My sister calling me a pig and petty insults despite her eating more than me and being even more lazy, to my uncle berating me for running out of breath or wheezing on long walks, or being unfit in general and telling me id die before the age of twenty(i was probably around 11 or 12 at the time). But one time when me and my sister got back from a doctor's appointment, the last one we went too, it was shortly after my stepmom had made some no bake cookies that we loved. As we walked inside, she was standing there holding the red container, and as me and my sister approached confused she took off the lid of the container and the trash before dumping the two dozen cookies in the trash. She told us we wouldn't be eating as many sweets anymore and we'd be losing weight, and she never even followed through on these threats and demands as she never encouraged us positively, only negatively. My dad has even told us if we(me and my sister) were not as big as “whales” there would be space in the kitchen for everyone. We have a closet of a kitchen, maybe 3ft of space between the two sides of counter space, and honestly the kitchen is barely big enough for two, let alone four and our nosy dog.
It's all exhausting. From my sister who takes every opportunity to put me down or nit-pick with me, my uncle(who I will not mention here as that can be an entire vent on its own) who is an entitled prick that had berated me about my appearance and weight from a young age, to my parents who do nothing about it and at times aid in this treatment.
I need advice, I need something. I vent to my friends but he has mellow parents and is an only child and the other has all younger brothers but they at least respect them, and all my friends know my sister all too well and have only heard some of this stuff from me.
I want some unbiased advice, I need some direction as I am grasping at straws, it's too hard to deal with alone and none of my friends can do much. I am dreading returning home from my grandfathers knowing my sister and stepmom are there to passive aggressively call me a slob and lazy and I get anxious thinking about it. I dont know whats wrong with me honestly but im about to ask my parents to stay longer than I intended to avoid them.

Hello in need of some help, this is going to sound ridiculous and just stupid really but I messed up when I was younger (im 25 Right now) but basically I kind of got addicted to BUY NOW PAY LATER it’s been years and I have not even been able to save a fiver for my self (obviously I can’t leave home so thankfully I don’t worry about rent)
My (I feel ridiculous even saying this am cringing) but I’ve stacked up 13k in official debt and my monthly bills go up to like 1-1.2k a month (wth😭) normally this would be fine as I have a job and some of these credit cards will have interest I have manage to keep away from interest for years but this is the first time in my life as I had to leave my job (personal) I cannot pay.
I haven’t been able to find a job yet but praying to god I will. The situation is so bad it actually makes me laugh. Anyway I was asking around and I was told about an IVF or something like that however I’m studying accounting (ironic I know lol) will this pose a threat even after 6 years when it’s paid off. I’ve seen in some places as long as a payment plan is in process it cold be ok.
Don’t know just feeling lost realistically my life would be like this for a few more years unless I get lucky somehow (with my luck I doubt it)
I’ve had some dark nights about this but it’s my mess and I will clean it up just looking for advice from knowledgeable people.
I’ve started closing my accounts that allow credit one by one I will shut them down and never again never!

so i’ve recently (about five months ago) started collecting pokémon cards, my newest set being scarlet and violet, and i noticed that scarlet and violet paldea evolved came out, and i couldn’t figure out what the difference is between different sets. for example, i have cards from two sets from the sword and shield era, being silver tempest and lost origin. they are both under the sword and shield name, so what’s the difference between them? does every set have ALL different cards, and if so why do they go under sword and shield, and scarlet and violet.

I have looked everywhere and can't find a consistent answer to my question. Here is my situation: I am 18 years old and traveling on a domestic flight with my friend who is 17 (Delta going there, Southwest on the returning trip). It is just the two of us. I have a valid driver's license. My friend, however, has a birth certificate and a Social Security card, but only a picture of a gov issued ID on her phone because she lost her ID recently and can't find it anywhere. She doesn't have time to get a new ID card because we leave in a week. Is a birth certificate/SS card/pic of ID enough to get her through security? Or are we screwed? PLEASE HELP

It's never just one because I can't feel just one. Twos not enough, my buzz isn't good yet. Four isn't enough, I'm just starting to loosen up and be sociable. 5 isn't enough because I'm not that drunk yet. 6 isn't enough because I'll still remember it tomorrow. 7 or more is definitely enough, because I know I'll black out, and wake up hungover, just to do this again in the next 3-4 days. Alcohol really hurts in the long run. Enough time goes by, and you lose everything. I did. I want to get drunk so bad, and yet I know I won't ever be this sober again. I lost my girl, my job, my savings, my zero credit card debt, my apartment, my college career. And for what? An early death? I've had enough.