100+ ballistic bock
500~ canned coffee
800~ canned dog food
170~ cream
1000~ nuka cola
1000~nuka cola quantum
2500~ nuka grape
110~ pemmican
200~ pepper
100~ royal jelly taffy
350~ salt
200~ spices
250~ sugar

800~ berry mentats
500~ bufftats
500~ mentats
500~ psychobuff
850~ psychotats
500~ stealth boy mk3
2000~ super stimpak
*250~ of all other chems

2300~ cranberry bog 3 maps
400~ cranberry bog 4 maps
2300~ mire 2 maps

1000~ AA6 - health regen
800~ AA7 - max ap
900 ~ BW9 - workshop repair cost
500~ GROG5 - dmg vs scorched
900~ GROG8 - dmg resist
400~ GNB2 - laser crit damage
1200~ GNB4 - ap regen
500~ LNL3 - healing from veggies
750~ LNL8 - 5% xp in team
1000~ LNL9 - less damage from robots
1000~ TES5 - heavy ammo consumption
500~ TES8 - crit damage
900~ agility bobble heads
1500~ big gun bobble heads
1250~ energy bobble heads
500~ explosive bobble heads
1000~ leader bobble heads
350~ luck bobble heads
1250~ repair bobble heads
4000~ small gun bobble heads

Can I Give Maaza (Mango) Drink to my dog? It's normal for a dog owner to want to exchange joyful experiences and rewards with their canine companion. When it comes to giving food that humans consume to dogs, however, it is critical to consider their specific dietary demands as well as potential
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A bit of context here. The only way I(healthy) could get to my long distance partner(T1D) was by a train (we're on a budget). I wanted to take them with me but their safety is very important to me so I came here asking for advice of how we should do it and even if we should do it at all. We've previously discussed it but my partner and while they said they'll be fine, they tend to be cocky and neglectful about their health (which lead to major sugar swings in the past) and never travelled for that long with public commute so i'd rather ask more people (who may have previously traveled for that long)to be safer.
(TL;DR description of route and train)
I know the route really well and when the train is going to stop. Stops are frequent but fairly short except once where the stop lasts half an hour. The ride is pretty smooth (sketching small details isn't a problem) and there's toilets and a restaurant wagon. The ticketeers are kind but obviously won't provide professional help. The carts have AC.
the journey looks something like this; First 1.5h by a bus, then 30 minute wait, then 8 h in a train (no getting out) and then basically a run through the city (not suitable for eating) to get to a bus and 1h of travel to get to my house. But the route can be changed so that we can stop and eat and then just hop onto another train, the problem is that we might get stranded because the trains tend to be late in my country and it's safer to go that way. There also isn't a guarantee of a restaurant wagon so we might run out of food. The run through the city part can also be changed, but then we wait around 3 hours in summer heat.
My partner was diagnosed a year ago, needs to eat every 3-4 hours and they have a pen and a CGM and their sugar levels tend to fluctuate a lot.
I know as much about diabetes as my research, my diabetic dog and the time I spent with my partner. I'm not confident in my ability to handle things in an emergency situation, but I know the theory of what should be done. I'd much rather have the emergency situation in question not happen and I'd go to any and all preventative measures.
The question is: Should I modify the route and should we jump trains? Is it better to make frequent stops to eat or is it better if they get their insulin in the train? And should we do this at all, considering this will be their first time traveling for all that long? Also other tips (regarding packing especially) will be appreciated. Thank you in advance for any and all advice. You're the best.

Every Spartan in Halo goes up against every clone trooper in Star Wars.

Spartans

• 50 Spartan-IIs
  
• 900 Spartan-IIIs
  
• 5000 Spartan-IVs
  

All are equipped in Gen 3 MJOLNIR, with individual Spartans being able to equip single equipment or armor ability modules. They can scavenge equipment and armor ability modules from dead comrades and from orbital support pods dropped onto the battlefield. Assume Gen 3 thrusters have the same capabilities as Gen 2 thrusters.
Spartans get their signature weapons if they have them (Nornfang, Oathsworn, etc), and they can fully equip themselves with any weapon in the UNSC armory. Ammunition, food, water, medicine, more weapons, and replacement armor parts are dropped onto the battlefield via drop pod. The most powerful munitions the Spartans will be able to access are C12 explosive packs and octa detonation charges.
The armor parts come with tools, and are sufficient to fully repair MJOLNIR with enough time (no more than a week for an extremely damaged suit).
The medical supplies come with whatever is necessary to maintain the IVs' augmentations, as well as smoothers for the Gamma IIIs.
The Spartans will be able to use unarmed Mongeese, Warthogs, and Razorbacks for transport. Fuel is not an issue, and replacement vehicles will appear in the wild.

Clone Troopers

• 6.2 million clone troopers
  
• 1600ish Clone Commandos
  
• The Bad Batch
  

The clone regulars are equipped with Phase 2 armor. The Commandos and Bad Batch wear Katarn-class armor. The specialized units like jet troopers retain their gear.
All clones are equipped as they normally are, with the vast majority being equipped with blaster rifles. Some will have rocket launchers or rotary cannons. Replacement power packs, food, water, medicine, and more weapons will be ferried down to the surface by unarmed dropships, which will leave the battlefield after offloading their cargo. The most powerful munitions the clones will be able to access are thermal detonators, both in grenade and remote-detonated form.
The clones will be able to use unarmed AT-RTs and AT-TEs for transport. Fuel is not an issue, and replacement vehicles will appear in the wild.

Battlefield

The battlefield is a large, continent-sized landmass with varied terrain. Cities, abandoned military bases, large plains, deserts, forests, etc.
In orbit, the UNSC Home Fleet is engaging the GAR Open Circle Fleet in combat. Neither side will win, but every 50 hours an opening will appear for either side to lob some Archers or turbolasers down at the surface. Both fleets will also be able to relay intel and drop supplies down to the troops on the surface. The orbital fight is mainly for flavor, though.
Will the Spartans' superior individual quality be able to overcome the massive numbers gap, or will the clones' strategic advantage give them the win over the greatest soldiers of the UNSC?
If the Spartans get ground into the dirt, reinforce them by making every ODST into a Spartan-IV and sending them in (plus 40,000ish IVs).
If the clones simply can't pin down the Spartans, give them their Jedi Generals (plus 400ish Jedi Generals).
Win condition for either side is making the enemies unable to drastically affect friendly operations in the region.
Use main canon for Halo, and Disney canon for Star Wars.

I'm 26M. I've always enjoyed drinking. And I might technically not qualify as an alcoholic. But I don't care. I'm an alcoholic in my book.
I usually go a whole week without drinking. But on Friday afternoons, I buy a bottle of vodka and polish it off throughout the weekend.
I don't have any friends or family around. So on Saturdays and Sundays, I start drinking from noon onwards to avoid boredom. I drink to reach a stage of "ecstasy" where I'm happy and carefree and can appreciate my surroundings more. But I usually end up dozing off from drinking too much and wake up at 7, 8PM feeling like shit and reeking of alcohol stench.
Yesterday, I was on schedule. I put on my favorite show and started drinking my vodka and tonic. At around 4PM, I ate some snacks, meat and zucchini and stuff.
And IDK if the food was expired. Or the alcohol had irritated my stomach, or both. I ended up in the toilet throwing my guts out from 6PM till 9.
Towards the end, I just kept vomitting a yellow fluid, which I now know was bile produced by my liver. I hadn't experienced that before. I genuinely thought I was gonna die from alcohol poisoning, alone in my apartment, with vomit all over my face.
If I'd died, who was gonna feed my dog?
I don't remember the last time I threw up from binge drinking. And I'm thin. And I'm young. And I workout. So my body is "healthy."
But last night, seeing the yellow bile come out deep from inside of me, I saw my body begging me to stop abusing it, pleading with me to solve my self-destructive tendencies. The thought of me being an alcoholic always crossed my mind. But last night, I truly felt it with every bone in my body. I have some truly unresolved issues.
I'm gonna stop drinking once and for all. I will also do some blood test to see if I've developed a fatty liver. I'm an alcoholic and I need help.

I am 33 F and my husband is 34 M. My husband and I have been in a rough patch for two weeks straight. It started off with him going to a bachelor party internationally where he spent $2000+ and where there lots of substances and sex workers present so safe to say I wasn’t thrilled but I wished him a safe trip. While he was at the party, he kept sending me pictures I didn’t ask for, which furthered my anxiety and two of the three nights his phone died / he fell asleep / he got home late. Safe to say, we didn’t discuss what level of communication would work for us and when he came back from his trip, we argued about it for a couple of days leading up to my birthday weekend. I don’t believe he engaged in those activities but I found it upsetting that he was unreachable for 12+ hours multiple nights for silly reasons.
Anyways…. For my birthday, I had communicated that I wanted a easygoing trip with us and our dog a few hours away. The only caveat was that I wanted to unplug from my phone for the weekend. My husband said he’d plan the weekend which is something I usually do for our trips or something we do together. Unfortunately none of the things he planned worked out for one reason or another. I ended having to figure out plans and meals three times because he had no suggestions and I couldn’t unplug as a result. This was upsetting - we didn’t get to eat out anywhere because my husband said he couldn’t find a dog friendly patio of a restaurant. The day before my birthday he asked me if I would want a cake or dessert and I also found that weird considering I always have cake on my birthday. Any of the places he planned to take me too were either closed or not accepting dogs. I was upset that he didn’t do proper planning into anything and we ended up wasting $1500 on the lodging alone. Mind you before going on the trip, I asked him if he needed planning help or needed me to pack some groceries and food to cook since we cook a lot at home and he said no, he has it taken care of. He didn’t take care of anything and one of the nights we had to skip dinner cause places closed. We ended up doing nothing as a result.
Anyway, we got back from the trip and I asked for a redo at home since the weekend was horrible. I told my husband I just wanted to go eat some pizza in town and just celebrate that way. My husband ended up surprising me with dinner reservations at some fancy fine dining Caribbean food. While I appreciate all cuisines, Caribbean fine dining is not my go to cuisine or something I truly love eating. I just wanted pizza and enjoy my day off doing something I wanted. Again, I was upset because I felt like my words were disregarded.
The last birthday event we had was today where we were suppose to celebrate group birthdays, mine included. I offer to bring a specific type of cake for my friends and myself (I mainly only eat this cake on my bday once a year so I look forward to it), but my husband said he’d take care of it. Am I wrong to assume that meant he would get the cake I wanted? Come to find out, he got something completely different cake from what I wanted to get or liked and had told him. Am I in the wrong for being ungrateful and upset? I feel like my requests were directly ignored and each time, it seems like my husband is trying his best but he kept disappointing me.

I normally don't do shit like this, but I got no footage of this happening and I really wanted to say this, so...
I just got out of a match with WildingOrchid, grester12, and Doge boy6627.
First off, shoutout to WildingOrchid. The other two players were new, and we quickly realized that. They decided to join in and teach them with me. We all stuck together for quite a few rounds-one even reaching 6-3, and they were obviously frustrated at certain parts-they could have left at any time but they didn't, and they tried to teach the new players things. Sorry if I was frustrating too-I tried to be patient with these two and I was more concerned about helping them out than actually having a successful run.
If you see grester12 and Doge boy6627 in matches, then realize that they're not griefing, they're new. They weren't the best listeners, but they eventually started to catch onto the "Spelunky language" while playing with us. So, try to have patience with these two, be persistent, and maybe teach them a couple things if you can. We at least taught them the importance of the bow, Doge boy6627 learned about ledges and gambling, grester12 learned about the sword and how to access Waddler's, and I even saw grester12 teaching Doge boy6627 how to kill yetis.
Sorry I had to opt out. Per doctor's orders I really shouldn't be staying up so late. That, and my computer's acting up, and so's my dog...yeah. All things must come to an end eventually. But I'm sure I'll be seeing these three again at some point.

one of my cousins had recently moved to a new neighborhood and she had a housewarming party.... we all cousins met after a long time(our family is huge so i have a lot of cousins)... 8 of us decided to stayover and we smoked some weed and had a lot of fun and then when we were all out of dopamine we just sat there talking for like an hour or 2... one of the maids went inside a room and we all saw her go in as we were all sitting in the main hall... after a few minutes the door slowly creaked open( they hadnt installed the doors for some reason so they were using some creaky old wooden doors for the time being)... not all of us noticed it until it slammed shut... that got all of our attention... and then it slowly started to open, creaking noisily and it slammed shut again and now we started to hear the maid's bangles slamming against each other at crazy speed(in india most of the middle aged and old woman tend to wear a lot of bangles on their hands)... that was creepy so we started calling out the maid's name and thats when it got crazy...
one of my cousins decided to go check what was happening so he stepped into the room and to his surprise he didnt find anyone at all inside the room... there was no one and he freaked out and ran back... we all went in turned on the lights searched everywhere even tho we already knew there is no one in there.... we were all creeped out and we went back out and started to make sense of it( we never could).... we had the most dedicated discussion of our lives at that point and it went on for an hour or two.... my cousin also said thats she experienced some other unexplainable shit too in the past few days and she didnt expect it to happen with so many people in the house... so eventually we all gave up on it and some of the cousins decided to sleep...
4 of us decided to go for a night walk... we went out... this neighborhood was very weird... people were creepy and the whole area was built on a hill or something as it was soooo steep it was literally like climbing up and down a hill and we first saw an old woman walking up the hill.... it was 3am and she was hunched like crazy.... she moved in a creepy way past us and we were like damn okay.... then we turned a corner and that street was the creepiest... people(or shadows?) were looking at us from the windows... first i thought it might be the after effects of weed or something but then all of us saw the people so we were like lets take a turn around the corner and started walking faster and then some woman comes out and throws a glass of water on us from a balcony... we were so confused why this neighborhood was so weird... we turned the corner and headed back and went past a black street dog and when one of us were opening the gate slowly(so that we dont disturb the whole neighborhood) we saw a dog(its legs) moving in the shadows... then we turn to our right and thats when we saw atleast 10 identical black street dogs just staring at us... that tripped us out and we went in and one of us said that as we walked down that creepy street more and more dogs started walking behind us... they kept increasing in number according to him... but that shit tripped me out... maybe those dogs could sense something weird in the neighborhood? cuz like people say dogs can sense other worldly shit.... maybe they were protecting us? i dont know but it was very creepy...
we went back to the other cousins who had decided to put out mattresses on the floor in the main hall itself and had slept so we too put it out there and decided to sleep... the next morning everything felt better and we all told my cousin to move again cuz this neighborhood was fucked up... when we went home the streets still were creepy the kids playing were creepy(not at all normal)... it was a wild sleepover all together.
and the maid had gone home that night... she never was there... so yeah thats fucked up.

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Marc gave it another go. He tipped his hand forward. The silver patty rolled off him, dropping toward the cave floor.
It stopped short of hitting the path. The shiny disc halted in the air, dangling at the end of a thin white line.
He watched the small wheel spin. It might have been the most fun he’d had all year. Even more fun than that mud puddle he’d found the other day.
How does it keep going? Marc thought to himself. And without any power??
Marc assumed the disc was some sort of technological marvel from the past. But the Archives had little information on it, only a name. It was called a “yo-yo.”
They all must have had one of these, he posited.
As Marc walked down the stone ramp, he cast the yo-yo again. The toy’s quiet spin was the only sound in the cavern. The soft hiss of string versus metal reverberated gently in the spacious cave.
Marc focused all his attention on the little gadget. He was determined to enjoy every last minute of the universe, no matter what. And that evening, the yo-yo more than accomplished that goal.
The shimmering yo-yo, however, couldn’t prevent the world around him from crumbling. The ground started to rumble. The rest of the cave shook with it. The underground city shook as the plasma storm above battered it—and the rest of the planet.
Marc’s home broke down. Cracks appeared in the ceiling. Waterfalls of dust poured out of them. It wouldn't be long before the whole thing collapsed. That is, if the plasma storm didn’t swallow it whole first.
Whatever.
A few clumps of dirt wouldn’t ruin Marc’s fun. He pulled the hood of his shawl over his head and extended his ragged sleeves toward each hand. His clothes shielded him from the falling dust; the gritty particles made themselves at home on his messy shawl. And Marc was free to perfect his newest trick.
The rumbling died down though as Marc descended the ramp. The yo-yo string didn’t wobble so much, and he didn't have to watch his steps as carefully. He just hoped the quaking wouldn’t come back to ruin his event.
Speaking of which, Marc glanced ahead toward his destination below. What he saw rocked him even harder than the earthquake had.
What in the sinkpits…?
Marc stopped in his tracks. He even started to reach for his knife. All because he’d detected a speck of something suspicious. Something he didn't see much of every day: color.
Showy landmarks weren’t something endemic to his home. The Outpost was more of a dusty gray-and-brown sort of place. The walls were sandstone. The floor was sandstone. And the ceiling? …Granite?
No, sandstone. All under the faint glow of a string of depressed lightbulbs.
The intriguing blip in the gray-and-tan collage was farther up the path. Ahead of the ramp, on Level 8, Marc saw the same three steel doors he was used to seeing. The front doors of underground homes, lined up in a row, each closed into the cave wall.
However, there was something different about the third door. It looked… alive. Like it didn’t belong in a dreary place like the Outpost. But it was too far away to tell what exactly had been done to it.
Marc squinted at it suspiciously. The third door happened to be his destination. And now it was weird.
He considered waiting and observing the mutated door. A child of the Outpost, Marc had developed a healthy fear of the unusual.
These habits, along with his instincts, kept him safe. They’d specifically preserved him while the rest of humanity perished.
But he shrugged off the instinct to wait. Something new and “different” was ahead, and he wanted to see it.
But just as a precaution, it was time for his yo-yo’s last trick. He got in one final throw then placed the toy into his satchel. He dropped it on top of his arsenal of cables, wrenches, and screwdrivers.
And by the time he’d snapped the satchel shut, the long ramp had bottomed out. He’d made it to the next level.
To his left, the wall had been spray-painted. Scrawled-out black letters stood against the sandy background. They stated, “Now Level 8.”
Marc followed the sign. He stayed close to the wall, crossing to the stone pedestrian path. He passed one untouched steel door with a dusted-over mail slot in the wall beside it. Then he passed a second home—abandoned like the first. And finally, he arrived at his friend’s place and the mysterious blip on Level 8.
To his surprise, the steel door elicited a flush of emotion. His heart floated upward. And the portrait before him drew his focus in like an otherworldly beacon.
How did it get so…?
Marc pulled back his hood. The ground popped with the sandy grains he released.
He could hardly believe the difference. The door used to blend in with the others: another ridged steel face that spent most of its time rusting or collecting dirt.
But it was no longer muffled by the dust and dirt that had built up over the years.
Today, it sung. Paint streaks flew across its visage. They swirled and spiraled, forming stars and other shapes. Where previously gray and rust dominated, colors sprang forth—colors that Marc didn't even have the names for. They were many, and they were warm, like the evening sky just after sunset. Marc could hardly wrap his head around the entire image.
He swelled with gratitude.
Only you could have pulled this off. He thought of his friend, the painter. The one person in the colony who’d ever been any fun. The one other person in the colony who was left…
The artist had done the unthinkable. Foraging the garden below for something other than food. Spending work time measuring and concocting the perfect blends of paint. And then slathering their fingers across the giant door, until its old face was but a memory. And all that effort for only a single other person to appreciate.
Newly inspired, Marc searched for an unpainted space on the metal canvas. He found one and knocked on the door.
He took a step back and waited. The outside of the Outpost was lively. Excited wind rushed through the canyon.
By contrast, the Outpost itself was silent. If there was anyone left to say anything, they may have even called it “dead.”
Or nearly dead, anyway. The last morsel of it came to life as the door in front of Marc groaned.
It floated off the ground, inching upward. On the other side, Marc could hear a hand crank clicking away.
Ktch… ktch… ktch… ktch…
The corrugated door lifted, and the door rolled up. The tip of the artist’s painting started to slip from view.
Ktch… ktch… ktch… ktch…
Behind the door, chains reeled at a slow clip. The heavy curtain was halfway up. Marc could now see his best friend's lower half. Buff Lenorkian legs pumped back and forth with each crank.
The door unveiled even more of the owner. A torso in a metal suit appeared. Four ripped arms stretched out of it. They rotated, moving to the clicking beats of the door.
Ktch… ktch… ktch… ktch…
The door raised a few inches further, uncovering the bottom half of a cobalt blue face. Two rows of razor-sharp teeth smiled from ear to ear. A few inches more, and Marc could see the whole of the Lenorkian’s face.
Sid greeted Marc as the last of the door raised.
“Finally!” he said.
Marc didn’t get a chance to respond. His body lurched forward involuntarily. He slammed into Sid’s metal suit.
Crrrrrick!
The armor squealed as Sid’s upper two arms squeezed him tighter. The lower set of arms had reeled Marc in.
Marc hated hugs. Stupid mushy emotional wraparounds. But just this one final time, Marc returned the gesture. He squeezed Sid back.
“Happy Worlds’ End!” Sid said from the other side of the embrace.
“Yeah,” Marc replied, “Happy Worlds’ End.”
The two separated.
“Cool painting, by the way,” Marc said. He pointed at the rolled-up door. “I didn’t think you’d top the one in the garden.”
“You think so?” Sid sheepishly smiled. “Well I’ve had more time to practice since… you know.”
“Yeah, I get it,” Marc said. “Me too. That’s how I actually got you something.”
Marc swung his heavy satchel around. He rifled through it, squeezing through cables, knocking handles and parts out of the way. And then—ah.
He fished out a crumpled rag. Holding it in one hand, he began to gently unfold it.
“I found this a few days ago in the garden,” he said. The edges of the cloth fell. They revealed a small, glass object. It sparkled.
Marc continued, “I think it fits your style—I mean, I know it’s a little smudged and chipped but...”
He swirled the crystal trinket around. The cavern’s incandescent light flittered across its clear edges.
He touched it too, tracing the slender portion of it with his thumb. It was the neck of the crystal swan.
“It’s yours,” Marc said, offering up the bird.
Sid cupped two shovel-sized hands and accepted the gift.
“It’s beautiful…” he said, examining it. “I can’t believe anything like this could have survived this long.” He looked up at Marc and smiled, “Thank you so much. I just wish I had a little longer to could enjoy it.”
They chuckled lightly about their impending obliteration.
“Well, come on in,” Sid said. He extended both of his left arms. They gestured toward the cave interior. “We’ll finish off this universe how it started,” he said. He mashed his upper two fists together. “With a bang!”
“I hear that!” Marc nodded. He crossed over into Sid’s house.
As Marc passed Sid, a wave of discomfort hit him. Sid had switched out his usual t-shirt and jeans. He wore old armor instead. And the metal plating taunted Marc.
Marc’s next question came out more accusatory than curious.
“So… a Lenorkian throwback, huh?” he asked Sid.
Sid had just finished finding the perfect home for his swan. He left it on a shelf next to the front door.
He turned to face Marc. He hid his embarrassment behind a jagged smile.
“Oh!” he said. “Uhhh…” Three of Sid’s arms disappeared behind his back. The cone-shaped cuffs at the end of each wrist clanked against the back of his chest armor. The fourth arm nervously scratched his blue head. “I don’t know,” he said. “It's stupid, I guess. I can take it off… if you want.”
Marc didn’t want to address the topic head-on. He stopped in the cave’s entry. He pretended to admire the walls—as if he’d never seen sandstone before.
“No, leave it on,” he said. “You look… like a true Lenorkian.” He turn around and forced a smile.
It wasn’t enough.
“Okay, let’s get this out of the way,” Sid said. He marched up to Marc.
Sid took a deep breath before he spoke.
“Tonight's really important to me,” he continued. “This is the last impression anyone’s going to make on the universe. So I need you on board.” He continued staring down at Marc. “Can you do that? For me?”
Marc didn’t see what the big deal was. It was just a couple of best friends hanging out.
“Yeah, why not?” he shrugged. “End it the way it started.”
The exchange turned into awkward silence. Neither knew what to do next. They had never been in a situation like this before—never attended such an event. What the Archives called: a par-ty.
Sid shook off the figurative mask he’d been wearing—one that was uncharacteristically dour. His eyes lightened, and he bobbed his head knowingly.
“I went through the Archives to see how this works,” he said. He walked toward the long horizontal counter against the wall—the kitchen.
On the counter, chaos ran wild. Bowls and kitchenware spread across the surface. And the insides of his pots and pans resembled the dirty mouth of a garbage chute.
Marc wasn’t sure what to think. Was cleaning the host’s kitchen a staple of ancient parties?
Sid too seemed a bit confused. His next words came out robotically, as if he was practicing a new word he’d learned.
“’Can-I-offer-you-a-drink?’” Sid asked. He stood nervously in front of the counter.
Looking closer at it, three unusual objects stood apart from the kitchenware mess. It took Marc a while to remember what their outdated, bendy material was called.
Plastic. Three pink and plastic cups sat equidistant from one another.
“I got these from here,” Sid reached under the counter and pulled up some sort of transparent bag. Pink cups just liked the others were stacked on top of each other inside.
Sid packed the bag back under the counter.
“So?” he asked after he finished. He held all four hands together in anticipation. His smile may have looked like an industrial-grade rock shredder, but it was hard to resist his innocent blue face and big wide eyes.
Marc eyed the pink cups one last time.
“This better not kill me,” he said.
Sid wasted no time. He excitedly grabbed a cup and walked over to a large pot sitting on the counter.
Using a nearby ladle, he plunged into the vat. An unappetizing sloshing sound resulted. And Sid, as strong as he was, seemed to struggle with scooping out some of the mystery liquid. But in the end, he pulled back the ladle and unloaded an opaque, muddy liquid into the cup.
“It's a homeworld classic called fludge,” Sid said as he finished pouring.
He treaded over to his reluctant friend and handed off the plastic cup.
“Did you say ‘fludge’?” Marc asked. He swished the cup around cautiously. The earthy liquid hardly budged.
“Yeah, fludge! Us Lenorkians invented it. It’s kind of the only tasty thing we ever bothered to make.”
Marc sniffed it. It smelled… burnt? Maybe a little dusty, too? But he could have just been smelling the cave.
Sid left Marc alone with Marc’s questionable new assignment. He returned to the pot to pour himself a drink.
“Just try it!” he said.
Marc looked down again at the dark soup. It could kill him. Or maybe it wouldn't.
Either way, it was his last drink.
He took a timid sip and waited to be repulsed. The fludge trickled to the back of his tongue. As it hit, Marc’s eyes widened. But not with regret.
He swallowed.
“Now wait a minute…” he said. He smacked his lips together. Then he took another, larger sip.
This curious dark liquid had a unique taste to it. The taste was earthen—but unoffending. It also had a subtle undercurrent of sweetness to it, combined with a spicy kick. It was delicious.
“This might be the best drink in the entire Outpost!” Marc exclaimed.
Pure joy bloomed on Sid’s face. “See! I told you: the greatest thing we ever made.”
He held his own cup above his open jaws. The falling fludge was no match for the alien. He guzzled it down, licked his lips, and then went back for more.
As Sid fashioned himself another drink, Marc noticed something a tad unsettling. A third pink cup stared back at him. It prompted an uncomfortable thought, but he shoved the thought back down.
The Lenorkian carried back his second drink. Though this time, he took it in small, human-sized sips.
But he quickly reanimated. In the middle of a sip, Sid got a wild look in his eyes. His irises turned from their natural violet to scarlet. He yanked the cup from his face and swallowed.
“Argh, how did I forget?” he said. “I got music!”
Marc cut his sip short too. “No way. You got music?”
“I think so!”
Sid did an about face. He slammed the half-empty cup on the counter. Then he shuffled toward a giant metal column protruding from the far wall. Four ink-blue hands wrapped around the cover of the vent. And he went for it.
Sid struggled to pull off the cover of the vent at first. His armor ballooned around his biceps as his muscles bulged outward. Yet the cover wouldn't budge.
But it seemed like an important part of his evening plans. He scolded the stubborn vent, banging on its top.
“Oh, you’re gonna get it now!” he said. He latched onto the vent again.
This time, he put even more effort in. To the point where Marc sensed that Sid was losing a grip on his own body. Out of his forehead, two thumb-sized cones began to rise. His breathing turned low and raspy. And his whole body seemed to expand as he repositioned himself for leverage. Then with one final pull, like a wild beast, he let out of a deep, guttural roar.
“HAWRRRRRRRRRRRGGH!” The roar echoed off the cave walls.
And with that, the stubborn vent cover finally popped off. A breath of wind pulsed through the room as the air pressure equalized itself.
But the wind wasn’t finished. After the initial pulse exited, a mighty gust picked up where the original pulse left off. The vent shot more wind into the room, but rapidly, like a storm. Tiny coarse particles rattled inside the duct. And in the room, a rush of wind whipped past Marc’s face. He felt little nips across his exposed skin as it passed him.
Both partiers shielded their faces from the most direct blasts of air. Sid smiled nervously as he looked to Marc. He raised his voice over the whining airstream.
“It’s from the sandplains above!” he said in an elevated voice. “I thought we’d use the sandstorm for music! Do you like it?”
Music… Marc wasn’t exactly an expert. Even though humans were said to be naturals at it, not much on the subject had made it into the Archives. The Outpost didn’t have much of it either. The closest he got was the occasional chant, stray birds twittering about, or maybe someone banging on rocks.
But Marc did know one thing on the subject. Where there was music, there was dancing.
That said, he had never danced before either. But a long time ago, his parents told him it was something all humans could do. It was something they carried in their blood. Once humans found a pattern in music, they could match it to their body language. And once they’d synced melody and movement, they could ride that wave to a whole new experience.
Might as well give it a shot, he thought. Marc too put his cup on the counter.
With his hands free, Marc backed up toward the middle of the room. He closed his eyes, felt the wind. It filled his ears with its gusty energy. It hit him in pumps as the storm raged above.
Though not totally predictable, the wind did hit him consistently. There was some sort of kinetic pattern to it.
Yes, a pattern.
Well actually, he’d heard it called by another name. What was that word his mother had used? He opened his eyes when he remembered: rhythm.
Marc stretched out his arms. He relaxed his hips. He felt the wind’s whips and waves across his arms. He let his arms follow them, swaying with the current. Not long after, his hips joined in. They too gyrated, trying to match the energetic gusts. He kept at it. And the first time Marc felt both himself and the wind moving together, he grinned.
“This is amazing!” he said. Around them, the wind crooned.
Sid was entranced. He nodded back while staring at Marc’s strange movements. He’d never really seen dancing either. But he figured he would give it a shot too. He loosened up his arms and walked onto the dance floor with Marc.
Before dancing himself, he studied Marc first. He watched how the scavenger moved his arms—and when the scavenger moved his arms.
Sid’s limbs followed. Four muscular arms rose in the air, like fighter jets on their way to a dogfight. And on a one or two second delay, they swayed after Marc’s.
For a while, they followed Marc completely. Then Sid went down his own path. The Lenorkian’s movements grew aggressive and battle-like. He punched at the wind swiping across him. He shuffled his feet as if swapping battle stances.
He caught Marc’s curiosity. Even as a novice, Marc could tell Sid’s movements weren’t traditional by any means. But to Marc, it was dancing all the same.
The two danced to the chorus of the air above. They laughed occasionally as changes in the rhythm of the wind tripped them up. In his head, Marc compared it to the painting on Sid’s door. The colony had never seen anything like this either.
Then something interrupted their dancing. The ground beneath them shook, throwing them off their feet. Heavy gray dirt trickled from the ceiling as the entire cave rumbled. And outside, the distant sky flashed and crackled. Its light illuminated the cave in violent spurts as the boys struggled to stand back up.
Eventually, the violent quaking and frightening flashes died down. The plasma storm held its breath once again.
The boys got back on their feet, but all the joy had seeped out of Sid’s face. He just stared at the floor in deep contemplation. Even as the windy music started back up.
Marc figured he would rescue his friend from whatever dark thoughts had turned up. Naturally, the end of the universe was a real bummer.
“End of the world got you down, huh?” He tried to laugh it off. The whole situation was pretty sad. Especially when they were having so much fun. But it was best to end the universe on a high note, right?
Nevertheless, Sid seemed dejected. He mumbled something inaudible.
“Dude, I can’t hear over the song!” Marc said in an elevated voice.
Sid spoke up over the wind. “That’s not what I’m upset about,” he said, his voice still fairly low.
“Then what are you upset about?”
Sid blurted out his response. “Because I invited Tōn-E, okay?”
He couldn’t bring himself to look Marc in the eye. Because he knew what was coming.
“YOU DID WHAT?!” Marc shouted over the music. Marc himself stomped over to the vent. He picked the cover off the floor—though he struggled quite a bit with it. It was heavier than Sid made it look. But he hoisted it back into the mouth of the vent. The music shut off. The steady drop of sand on the cave floor ceased.
“Say that again,” he leveled in Sid’s direction.
“What was I supposed to do?” Sid remade eye contact. “Not invite the only other intelligent being to the last party the universe will ever have?”
Marc needed no time to answer. He nodded insistently. “Yes. That was exactly what you were supposed to do. What the hell, Sid?” Marc would have continued, but there was another disturbance outside. He caught a glimpse of movement in the doorway.
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The rest of the story is here
Based on this prompt

What are some things you'd like to see that are wildly different than anything you've seen here so far? So no "golf", "bowling", "bring back gangs" type of ideas.. It can be an idea that brings life to the world, gameplay feature, or adds to the story. Out of the box ideas that you havent seen yet.
For me,

• The occasional stray cat roaming around the neighborhoods. A 0.001% chance of seeing a stray dog. Also stray cats in the city. Animal control will pick them up if you call them.
  
• Occasionally, you will see people park at houses and walk inside, or vice versa, walk out of homes and get in their cars and leave.
  
• Once a week, trash compactor trucks will drive around picking up trash from homes, and people will deliver mail to mailboxes on occasion. Also, Amazon type delivery services will occasionally drop off packages on the door steps of homes. Alternatively, food delivery will deliver to homes.
  
• Some homes have a swimming pool in the backyard with NPC's in and/or around them. Occasionally you will see smoke coming from someone's backyard because an NPC is barbecuing.
  
• Taking LSD at the museum brings everything in the museum to live (like Night at the Museum).
  
• Proximity voice chat used in combination with an in-game movie theater that let's you play YouTube videos to the big screen. You can watch videos with your friends and talk about them. Seen something similar with the Oculus VR movie theater and in another game.
  
• If Cuba is a real thing, then modern day ocean piracy could play a large part.
  
• Being able to own pets in a player owned house. Player owned homes isnt widely discussed here. Full interior decoration from items you purchase from the various shops in the game would be cool. Especially shops in the mall or an in-game walmart knock off.
  
• Random events in a literal sense.. Such as you might see a random concert appear at the beach with a stage set up and barricades in place. Extra police are present. Or even simple random events like someone playing music at the pier and a few people watching. Maybe every few months a street fair will pop up. Roads get blocked off. Extra police are everywhere and helping direct traffic. All of these random events would happen occasionally and wouldnt be that frequent.
  
• Random ambient events that you don't expect, such as a traffic light is out of order so theres police directing traffic. The goal with unexpected ambient events that are extremely rare would be to make traveling around town not feel completely expected. Never know if a homeless person will come to you at a red light asking for money or people will road rage against you. Or once every month or so you might see a random building on fire with a bunch of fire trucks and firefighters everywhere, with police blocking off that area of street.
  

Here is the run down of the last year. My job initially said moving from Utah to Texas would qualify me for a pay increase, so I moved to Texas. Two months later, they finally tell me that the states pay is actually equal to Utah and so a pay increase was not going to happen. I accepted this. We are a family of 3 and have done as much as we could while there. I couldn't go outside much because I'd get bit by hundreds of mosquito's at a time which made me miserable. I tolerated the heat, but not being able to just go on a walk sucked.
Two months after moving, a dog showed up on our porch and so we took her in. We knew Texas pups were prone to having issues, but we didn't know what we would end up with later as time goes on. She is such a beautiful breed, but she can't be left alone or else the house ends up destroyed due to her abandonment issues. Weeks after she showed up, I found out I was pregnant. I tried applying for medical through the state and kept getting denied every month with no valid explanation. I had no medical elsewhere so I was frustrated over this. Part of me didn't want this pregnancy if I couldn't manage to find care.
We made the decision to move back to Washington because of the following reasons:

• My job said Washington was for sure a higher cost of living state so I would get a pay increase
• I would qualify for state medical and finally get care
• The western side of the state does not have as many mosquitos making it amazing to be in

Well, sad newsflash. Before moving, our new dog ended up so sick that we had to pay $1500 to keep her alive. yep! $1500!
My job, AFTER I MOVED, decided it wasn't within their BUDGET to give me a pay increase even though they said moving to Washington is a qualifying factor. Kudos to my remote job for screwing me ONCE AGAIN. Then following the new move, as we are staying in motels while finding a place to live, our dog almost died AGAIN! This time it was $1700 to save her! We tapped nearly every aspect of our resources to cover this poor pups health.
Also, although I work remotely, my spouse does gig work (instacart), therefore having a car is necessary for his job. Well, our cars engine died and we ended up using the last of our savings to lease a car, costing us the option to rent a home now. We literally have nothing left at this point as we pay $2580 a month for motels (We have to leave every 10 days because of some residency law Washington has).
So I decided maybe we can buy a home so I can pull money from my 401k since the only approved withdrawal is a hardship withdrawal for closing costs or medical. I only qualified for $150k which shows how little we make (considering I'm on shit Utah wages).
I was approved for state medical in April and could start seeing doctors in May (8 months into the pregnancy). Don't judge me. I did what I could do with what I had available to me based on my situation.
Baby is due this month (June 2023) and I have been repeatedly told to wait to buy a home until I get a pay increase. Yeah...Okay. Like that's going to happen. LOL. I'm nothing more than a customer service rep so I will never be more than a low wage employee. I know my value in this world is bottom level shit. I emailed habitat for humanity, but they never responded. They don't call me back either, so I am assuming they just don't want to say "Go back to school and get a degree that's worth something and isn't "business"."
I applied for food benefits and was told I made too much even though I barely eat 1 meal a day thanks to not having any money to manage my gestational diabetic diet. My spouse and child do get to eat 3 meals a day because they are being restricted.
Now lets add that my clinic was bought out by a bigger hospital and now my 11 year old can't be in the private waiting area like we had planned. We have no family around to watch him or our dog because they'll be in Utah for a family reunion. I have no friends in this state. So now my spouse will be forced to watch him as I give birth alone with zero support instead of him being in a tiny waiting area in the birthing center so I could have support. I don't even want to give birth now! I regret ever getting pregnant now and that's such a shitty feeling when I've wanted a second child for 10 years!
I am lost as to what to do now. No pay increase. We have literally nothing for baby. Living in motels. Zero savings. No family close by that can even help. The family that could help eventually wanted us to leave which is why we left to Texas to begin with. We don't qualify for food benefits even though all I can afford is Ramen or PB&Js and with that, I can't eat it since I'm a gestational diabetic, leaving me to starve. I applied for so many different housing options to be told there is a 1 year wait list. We can't hold up in motels for a year. I'll die from starvation and even then, we wouldn't be able to pay a deposit. We've tried starting a GoFundMe but our families don't know our situation, therefore asking for money from strangers feels wrong. We can't get help through the VA, we've tried.
I don't know what else to do. I need advice. Guidance. Something to give me peace of mind. I'm so broken that I think suicide is better than living. Part of me hopes I die in labor so my spouse can get my life insurance, not that it'll help a ton. I feel worthless. Pathetic. Stupid. Hopeless.
I'm lost.

I 23 (f) feel like an outcast from my partner 22(m) and best friend 22 (f)
For context sakes, I have a friend whom I live with and have been close to for almost a decade. I started dating my partner almost a year ago because this friend introduced us into the same group. They’re both fantastic to me and I know they care, but all the time I have to work on the weekend where they both have weekends off. I do get FOMO but it just makes me sad and not want to be at work. Recently it’s been another source of stress because my partner is conveying me as someone who’s angry that they go do things together without like go to festivals or binge drink together. For me I feel that I just miss out sometimes but I could honestly care less what they do while I work. I’m more introvert while they are extrovert and I have to pay my bills ya’know. Tonight it came to a head where my partner criticized my eating habit tonight (I worked a busy double at a restaurant and didn’t have time) where they went to a food festival together. I said sorry I didn’t have time but y’all did go to this festival without me and got food. He then flipped out and accused me of being angry that he has a life and that I just would like him to do nothing but be miserable. It destroyed me a bit to hear nonetheless because I hate that he of all people thinks that about me. My friend enters the room and without me getting a word in says to her “she’s being exactly how I told you” “I’m in the dog house, probably have to sleep in my car tonight”. My friend said nothing and if anything was worried about me. I just feel very isolated and embarrassed. Am I justified in this feeling? How should I move forward? I just removed myself and left my partner and friend to their drinking and apologized for any misunderstanding I caused.

So four months ago we go our second dog, and my second border collie.
Not my first rodeo and I was ready. All the right dog toys, crate, chews, food, insurance.
I had it all covered, the puppy is from an amazing breeder, the garden had been cleaned and made as much puppy proof as possible.
The dog we already had is sociable, has amazing communications skills and likes puppy.
And the dog is doing amazingly, no furniture chewed, crate trained, very good recall.
But you know what all these dog chew, especially Kongs and lick mat material resembles? A goddammit watch strap.
So now my puppy thinks I bring strapped on my wrist a dog toy.
He will come running to me tail wagging, I am there ready to be loved and at the last split second he turns and bite the strap.
My heart can't take it no more!
Here, I haven't forgotten the dog tax!
(sorry for the tiktok, the video was already uploaded it's Sunday morning and I am lazy)

I’ll admit I’ve become a hell of a helicopter parent to my current special needs heart dog, but I really wish I was older and more responsible when my family adopted my childhood dogs. A bichon named Bella and a terrier mix named Buddie; as much as I loved them I never remembered them having clean water or real food. It was “my” responsibility to feed them but I was 9 and i was barely being fed myself. I remember their meals sometimes just being a slice of cheese and deli meat. Neither of them had a bed and the one who shed lived outside 100% of the time. I ended up being removed from the household by cps years later and animal control confiscated the dogs as well. My grandma adopted Bella and I had the privilege of watching her grow old and finally have all her needs met. (I think Buddie went to a neighbor)
I always have nightmares about their care. I’ll have dreams where they haven’t eaten in months or freeze to death outside. It’s my guilt eating away at me. I know that as a child there was nothing I could do to better the situation. I wish my mom had never gotten those dogs. I loved them but they didn’t deserve the care we had to offer them.
A part of why I’m such a helicopter mom to my current dog is because of that guilt. I don’t want to fail my little boy the same way I failed those dogs. I will pull out every stop for my current dog because I had nothing to give to Bella and Buddie. I know I’m a bit of an extreme case but I saw a post on Instagram talking about this exact experience and I’m wondering how many other children bore the responsibility of caring for another creature before they realistically could have been able to

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