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I recently took a few of my family members to a local restaurant for dinner. The food and service was okay, and we were first handed a bill with an 18% mandatory gratuity on the taxed price. In my head, I’m thinking, “Maybe this is because we had a party of five? I know this happens usually with parties of eight and greater. I’m not sure that the gratuity should be calculated based on the taxed price, but I’ll overlook it.” Either way, I was fine with this being added to the bill because I was intending to leave an 18-20% tip on the bill anyways. I gave them my card with the bill, and they later handed me the customer and merchant receipts with another section for an additional tip. There were options for 18%, 20%, and 22% tip in addition to the 18% gratuity tip I had already paid. Do restaurants usually request gratuity twice? I’ve never seen this occur anywhere else.

My name is Sarah, and I'm an avid traveler.
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I have been fortunate enough to explore many parts of the world, from the sun-drenched beaches of Bali to the snowy peaks of the Swiss Alps. One of my most memorable trips, however, was a backpacking journey through Nepal. The rugged terrain, stunning landscapes, and friendly people made it an unforgettable experience.
As an experienced traveler, I know how important it is to stay hydrated on the road. That's why I always pack the best self-cleaning water bottle - the CrazyCap bottle. I've used it on many of my international trips, and it's never let me down. The CrazyCap bottle is a unique product that filters out harmful bacteria and viruses from any water source, while also self-cleaning itself periodically. It's the perfect solution for my needs, and I always pack it in my backpack without a second thought.
The first few days of my trip were incredible. I explored the bustling city of Kathmandu, hiked through the verdant forests of the Annapurna region, and met fellow travelers from all over the world. And through it all, my CrazyCap bottle kept me hydrated and healthy.
But on the fourth day of my trip, disaster struck. I went to take a sip of water from my bottle, but the cap was dead. No matter how much I charged it, it never turned green. It got stuck and kept showing an orange light. I charged it for 24 hours straight, but it still didn't turn green. I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach – I was in the middle of a remote area of Nepal with no reliable source of clean drinking water.
I knew that I had to act fast. Despite feeling disappointed, I trusted that the CrazyCap bottle was still a reliable product, and this was likely a rare incident. I searched for a nearby village or town where I could buy bottled water, but the terrain was rugged and the nearest store was hours away. I started to panic – I couldn't afford to get sick on this trip.
Finally, I remembered that the CrazyCap bottle came with a warranty. Once I got to a more connected place, I emailed the company explaining my situation and sent it off into the digital ether, hoping for a response.
To my relief, I received a reply within hours. A customer service representative named Henry reached out to me and asked for more information about my issue. I explained the problem with my bottle, and Henry was sympathetic and understanding. He assured me that the company would do everything in their power to make things right.
Over the next few hours, Henry and I exchanged several emails back and forth as he tried to troubleshoot the issue. Eventually, he determined that my bottle was defective and offered to send me a brand new one free of charge via express two-day shipping. I was ecstatic – not only would I have a working water bottle, but the company was willing to go above and beyond to help me out.
A few days later, a package arrived at the hostel I was living in. I eagerly tore it open to find a brand new CrazyCap Pro water bottle, along with a handwritten note from Henry apologizing for the inconvenience. He had also included a couple of goodies like a bottle boot and handle to ensure the rest of my trip went smoothly. I immediately tested out the new bottle, and to my relief, it worked perfectly. I finished out the rest of my trip with my new CrazyCap Pro bottle by my side, feeling grateful for the company's exceptional customer service and the peace of mind that came with having a reliable source of clean water.
Looking back on my experience, I'm delighted that I made the right choice with the CrazyCap water bottle, and that the company had my back when I needed it the most. As a seasoned traveler, I can confidently recommend this product to any traveler looking for a reliable source of hydration while they are traveling.

I’ll try to keep this brief:
I didn’t know what sub this should go in: personal finance, interpreting, tax or self employment….? If it’s better suited elsewhere please let me know. 🤷🏼‍♀️
My question: is it legal for non profits to set rates for their contractors and refuse to negotiate?
Back story:
I’ve been an independent contractor for 15 years, working as an interpreter. I’ve worked in 9 states. I’m a sole proprietor.
In my situation: I do not directly bill the business who is using my services. I contract under an agency, proposing my own rate of pay and at the end of the year, get a 1099. I usually pitch an hourly rate of $60-$85 and have some terms and conditions for emergency jobs.
I accept interpreting assignments through online portals when I want to. sometimes I’m contacted by a scheduling employee who texts or calls me asking if I want to work. For example, “interpreting needed at XX hospital from 2 pm to 6 pm. Can you go?”
I can decline as much work as I want or accept as much as I want.
The thing that confuses me is when i try to contract for interpreting with non-profits. Usually, they hold a majority of the contracts in some cities-so for convenience, it’s desirable to work with them. I’ll reach out to them, send a resume and ask if they’re taking more contractors. A lot of the time they reply, “what is your credentialing and rate” but maybe 3/10 agencies DO NOT ask for my rate….
Instead they send me a rate sheet and tell me the rates (closer to $40-$50 an hour) for all contractors. They say it’s pre-determined and take it or leave it. This means someone with one year or 40 years experience is paid the same.
One time I asked why it was so low and they said because they are a non profit, they charge the businesses less than a for profit company would to support the community.
I’m struggling because I just moved to a state where the non profit holds 90% of the contracts but their rates are abysmally low-like, I’m getting paid what I made as a newish graduate with no credentialing. When I work for them, I feel resentful and cheated but they don’t have a local competitor. And, while it would be lucrative, I don’t even want to step foot into opening my own agency. No thanks.
Im on my way out of this career because it doesn’t feel financially sustainable. But I don’t want to see future generations struggle with this.
Are non profits allowed to just set the rate for contractors? I’d love to know if this is or isn’t a legal issue. Many people in my field push back a bit but most of them comply and give up.
I have the network to organize pushback but I want to be educated on this before I start to approach the CFO or director.

so check it out. I was in charge of creating a new army commercial that touches millions of "untapped" potential to bring in a sense of patriotism back in to our country that desperately needs it. Who better than this high-profile actor right? this guy seems pretty legit.
We spent over 2 million dollars getting this commercial up and running. I even wore my good uniforms to set, to make sure things go smoothly. Big sarn't said that im up for a promotion if things go according to plan.
so, it's been a few months of grueling non-stop filming, trying to please those crusty old generals. We wanted to make a commercial that not only speaks to americans, but just reaches a new generation of soldiers that will make up the future of our military. We need new ncos, new privates, new officers all around. After all said was done we even came up with this new slogan "be all can you be" or something like that. And ta-dah! we got our new commercial. This commercial was going to be aired for future candidates, graduates, the cream of the crop as they say.
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life is good. The commercial was a success. 1st sausage gave me a little promotion, I got a good NCOER, my wife is not filing for divorce, and the e3 supply latina let me sniff her officer chair after her shift. Life is good.
Fast forward a few days, i get a phone call and the guy got arrested, 1st sausage wants me in his office at 0500 with a water source, and the e3 supply latina just filed a sharp complaint and told my wife. WTF is going on.
I'll take a double cheeseburger with fries. fuck the army.

Core working hours MUST overlap with ~6pm pacific Standard Time for meetings during the week.
Greetings!
We at Honor Games released Command & Conquer 3: Tiberium Wars modification Tiberium Secrets. We are continuing a new commercial project that is not a mod.
We consist of passionate individuals striving to get into the games and entertainment industries, which has resulted in us networking with many developers and executives in the industry.
We're looking for dedicated individuals interested in continuing a new project with us.
You can learn more about us here:
Honorgames.co
Project Overview
Vultures is a game that combines the elements of an economic and manufacturing simulator such as Factorio and Production Line. The game takes place in real time, with players put in charge of a manufacturing corporate empire. Players are responsible for buying plants and equipment, hiring labor, and buying and selling raw materials and finished goods.
The ultimate goal of a player in Vultures is to be the last company still in business (buying out or bankrupting your competitors) or at least the biggest by the end of the simulation.
Mission Statement
Vultures aims to satirize corporate culture and the manufacturing process. Vultures will keep players engaged, switching between the two simulations to keep either one from becoming stale too quickly.
Open positions: Lead Programmer
As the lead programmer for Vultures, you will be responsible for leading a team of developers in meeting expectations for each stage of the project. You will be acting as a member of the core leadership team in guiding the development of the project and company. You will coordinate leadership on regular basis. Your duties will include mentoring and guiding the best development practices, architectural code reviews, establishing development milestones, and working to update progress statuses regularly.
If you successfully finish this project and help see it through to release you will be given the opportunity to pitch design and propose a game all your own for company development.
Requirements:
Unity experience Strong C# development expertise Knowledge of Source Control (Git) Understanding of Agile methodologies and experience with Jira Contract Signature Fluent in written and spoken English Team Player Passionate and respectful Grit Initiative Keen attention to detail Work on at least 1 shipped game / project Experience with Jira (Bonus) Leadership experience (Bonus) Benefits:
This position gives the great chance to not only gain experience in your fields, but to also work together with highly motivated individuals in a team. It is required to give and take constructive criticism and simply push the designs to the limits to give the player the best gaming experience possible. In addition, we are focusing on creating high quality across the board, which means that you'll get great video material to publish on your blogs/websites to showcase your work. You can expect a solid foundation and work done in every area of development, since this is not our first project. The team leader may be a reference for future work relationships.
Professional networking and development opportunities are also critical to our success and if you invest in us, we will invest in you, both on a personal and professional level. As long as your committed to our core values and share knowledge and resources.
Required Time:
This position will require 15-20 hours per week. It is very important that you can react to emails and inquiries via smartphone or any other devices. We also have regular team meetings, which are required. many of us have day jobs in addition to this commitment. You will be responsible for logging and reporting your hours, which will be regularly audited.
We use Google Drive, Jira, Slack, Zoom and Email for the exchange of data and information. Further information can be given upon request.
Interested in working with us?
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Is there some hidden menu or different way how I can check the current weacapacity of the battery cells? I have the device for a while now and it seems to only charge up to 96%, even if I fully discharge it. I was wondering if anyone knows a way to check the raw capacity of the pack, e.g. to see that the calibration does anything.

Hey y'all
I'm looking to purchase some earphones or headphones purely for listening to ASMR. It is the only thing that helps me relax and I'm looking for any device that might maximize the experience. Preferably would like to feel my brain being tickled.
Seriously though, would appreciate any kind of recommendation. I don't have any preference about noise cancelling, it being in-ear or over-ear or wired/wireless as long as I can enhance the experience.
*selecting the open back flair because I'm required to have a flair, but really have no idea what that means. Any kind of listening device is welcome.
Thanks!!

I am in the process of purchasing my first new car. In that, I have the option to have this, "TST Total Armor Protection" applied to my car as part of my deal. It otherwise costs roughly $600 dollars to purchase and another $600 for the fabric protection. Since my Partner and I are both buying new cars they will do both our vehicles free of charge.
However, in my review on such products be it paint protection, paint sealant, or PPF it seems somewhat torn on if its worth it or not. Cost plays a big factor. considering this could be free i'm wondering if we should go ahead with it or not. We both plan on keeping our cars for the long haul. her last car was 13 years, mine was 7.
I tried to look up this product without much luck. I found the below links but that does not tell me much as i am ignorant to this kind of item. I searched the sub-reddit but the 2 or so posts are years old. Not sure of long term affects and such. The dealership is one of the best in the area and is very well reviewed. we currently have 1 open slot in the garage. the other car will brave the elements. in an effort keep our cars looking great and lasting, should we?
LINKS:
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https://www.tst5k.com/paint-protection

I'm the managing partner at a small firm and I just discovered that one of our associates has been misusing the firm credit card to pay his parking tickets.
This associate joined our firm about two months ago and frankly, he has been struggling in a few respects. I'm having difficulty gauging whether this is a big deal or not because I'm already a bit dissatisfied with his performance.
On one hand, it feels like he is stealing from the firm. He didn't ask for approval and I don't feel the tickets can be justified since the firm paid for a parking permit in a garage half a block away from the office. Conversely, the amounts are small and the tickets were for illegally parking in the lot right next to our building so it's not a purely personal charge.
So fellow lawyers of Reddit, does this sound like a misunderstanding or an integrity issue?

In light of the event, here we go. A few quick notes: -I listed the moves with each of these that I have on MY Pokémon. You could use different ones, and in some cases you should. -Most of these are Pokémon you'd be inclined to have powered up already, if not planning to. -I tend to prioritize laziness/mindlessness, so fast-move spam is supreme, but not at the expense of fainting/swapping. So high-powered spammy Pokémon are also great. -Also, I'm sure I missed some and there's also some I would use but don't have (or have a good one of).

1. Groudon with Mud Shot, Fire Punch* and Precipice Blades*.
   1. #1 vs electric, poison, and the current iteration of dark, plus top tier vs steel
   2. Top tier generalist
   3. Not only is it the best at four jobs, it's also a great generalist with its coverage and combination of leader shield bate and precipice blades nuke
2. Kartana with Razer Leaf and Leaf Blade
   1. #1 vs water, rock and ground
   2. Not a generalist, but incredibly dominant in its matchups compared to other Pokémon.
3. Shadow Mewtwo with Psycho Cut, Psystrike* and Shadow Ball*
   1. Top tier generalist
   2. Mewtwo isn't the best at any one thing, but even when it's bad, it's actually good. I've taken down Tyranitars with PC/Psystrike. I use Psycho Cut with Psystrike and Shadow Ball, but you certainly could use confusion, and you certainly could use any of the punches. Just depends what you want out of it.
4. Machamp/Lucario (CounteCross Chop/x and CounteAura Sphere/Shadow Ball)
   1. #1 vs normal, ice, steel, AND winning is for winners
   2. #2 vs rock
   3. CC Machamp is more consistent, Lucario with Power Up Punch is more spammy, and Lucario with Aura Sphere hits harder. Depends what you're looking for. Both have utility 2nd charge moves.
5. Melmetal with Spark, Thunderbolt and Superpower
   1. top tier generalist
   2. Not dominant at anything. Not especially good against any particular grunt, but possibly the most flexible generalist. Can work against almost any grunt, leader or even Giovanni.
6. Hydreigon with Bite, Brutal Swing* and Dragon Pulse
   1. #1 against psychic and ghost
7. Roserade with Poison Jab and Sludge Bomb
   1. #2 against water, rock, and ground and fairy (poison variety)
   2. The poor person's Kartana as a grass type, and slightly fragile but still very good. Bonus points for the bullet seed/weather ball variety. Note: Roserade is up here because of both its Grass and Poison variants. I just use it for poison.
8. Blaziken with Fire Spin, Blaze Kick and Blast Burn*
   1. Top tier fire type, not definitively #1 though against any grass/bug/ice/steel.
   2. FS/BK is unique and fast although C/BK is probably better given the grunt's plethora of not-weak-to-fire fire types. A solid generalist and arguably top-tier for four different rocket types. A rare CD mon that doesn't absolutely need its CD move.
9. Rhyperior with Smackdown, Rock Wrecker* and Surf
   1. Top tier vs flying, although matchup dependent. (Ice/Electric are situationally better). Can also work against non-Numel/Camerupt fire types and non-steel ice types. More reliable than other rock types like Rampardos.
10. Swampert with Mud Shot, Hydro Cannon* and Earthquake
    1. Top tier (although not #1) vs Fire, Rock and Ground
    2. Decent generalist due to Mud Shot-Hydro Cannon spam and coverage with Earthquake or Sludge Bomb.

Honorable Mentions:

• Shadow Gardevoir slaps, but is fragile and niche.
• Togekiss is bulkier, but still niche. Slaps less.
• Garchomp. Used to be top 3 until Hoenn Tour, replaced by Groudon with Precipice Blades.
• Dragonite (and other dragon spammers) is a great generalist with DB/DC spam.
• Kyogre and Reshiram are great, but clunky with slow (or slower than you'd think) move sets.
• Nihilego is the top poison DPS with the same move set as Roserade, but I haven't used it yet and it also can't do grass moves.
• Melmetal. Specifically Double Iron Bash variants because I haven't tried it yet. Let me know if it's good!
• Mamoswine is good against dragons, but that's about it. Beaten out by better Pokémon against other types.
• Raikou has a great move set and flexibility with Shadow Ball, but electric types just aren't great for rockets.
• Xurkitree is incredibly spammy, and sky high attack, but also fragile. And electric types just aren't great for rockets.

Upgrading my build. PC is used mostly for media consumption, gaming, and sometimes VR. Sometimes I use for learning stuff for work, but not intense software (Python, SQL, PowerBi, Excel).
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Looking for Mobo suggestions. I don't overclock and would prefer the Mobo plays well with Corsair RAM and ICUE software. NVME slots and USB slots are nice. No wifi needed.
Thinking about OLED monitors. This PC will not have trouble powering both of them? The only items I dont have are the CPU (set on the 7800x3d if I can find one), Mobo, RAM (are the ones I selected ok? i know..32gb is the sweetspot) and monitor
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Monitor - i prefer ultrawides. Might keep my current monitor and get a 27 oled that i play pc 4k games in and ps5 games. I keep my ultrawide for productivity stuff and games like LoL and city builders? not sure.
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i am so in love w this man, but he hurt me and i have no idea how you can even come back from it. i’m not gonna tell each and every lil detail as i am drained.
48 hrs ago, we got into a huge fight. it escalated, he pushed me many times and then i slapped him in the face, telling him to stop. telling him to go. he then pushed me by my face on the ground, when i got up, he knocked me back down, i got up and hit him in the back, he turned around and acted like he was going to hit me again, but didn’t. more arguing, ending up punching me in my jaw. more arguing, more begging him to leave, so i ended up leaving my crib to go to a friends in efforts so i can calm down, and hopefully he would’ve left. 3 hrs go by, he is still there. i go inside, and he is so quiet. we don’t look/say a word to each other. he’s playing video games. i have had an exhausting week, and have slept less than 5 hours this entire week. especially after the day we had, i was ready to go to bed. i’m about to lay down, and he turns his game off, and gets ready to get in bed with me. i didn’t say a word, i get up and simply want to sleep in a different room. he follows me, says my name and i tell him i’m exhausted, i just want to sleep, i don’t want a round 2. he starts crying, im talking snot coming out of his nose, begging to talk to me. telling me he’s so sorry and we shouldn’t put hands on each other, it’s wrong, we need to talk, he’s sorry, he loves me, he wants to make it right. i couldn’t take it, i just wanted to go to bed, i had work in the morning. i’m begging him to just let me sleep, he’s begging me to talk. i ended up exploding, saying you hit me so much what talk do u want?! i can’t do this, this is done. he is an emotional mess. more begging, more yelling, and then he hugs me from behind and is squeezing me so tight, repeatedly saying “please talk to me” i told him i couldn’t breathe, he continued, so i ended up telling him if he doesn’t let me go, i’m gonna have to hit him i cannot breathe. i hit him so many times in his face, he lets me go, i run to get air. he stops grabbing me when he realizes i couldn’t breathe, and is just next to me, still begging to speak to me. i haven’t looked him in his face once this entire time, and he mentions that. so i look him in the face, and hurt him the only way i know how. i tell him i don’t love him, i have fallen out of love with him, i want him to go. his entire demeanor changed, and he begins packing his things. we share a dog, who at the end of the day will pick me. i provide and take care of this dog, he barely does. he cannot afford it. on paper though, he’s the owner. he tried to take the dog, i refused. i somehow managed to get him out of the house, with our dog still inside. i lock every door, and rush me and our dog into a bedroom. i’m hoping he’ll just go, but he’s still fighting for this dog. he’s pounding on the door, telling me he wants his dog. i’m trying to reason with him that i am for fit for the dog, and when he gets on his feet, i will give him back, but in this very moment i am the fit owner. he didn’t care, he wanted his dog. he tried to kick in the door, and at this point i felt like at a loss and called 911. i told him i did, i guess he didn’t believe me as he didn’t leave, and 10 min later they’re here. at first, our stories were the same. we got into a verbal argument, i just want him to leave. he kept bringing up the dog. cops were trying to get more info outta me..”what kinda argument? just verbal?” i didn’t budge, im not a cop caller, i grew up in chicago we do not call the police, last option. i didn’t want him breaking my door down. i wanted him to go. i was at my last option. i ended up telling them what happened… fast forward, he’s getting arrested for domestic battery and strangulation. it didn’t occur to me that him hugging and squeezing me would be strangulation, but it is. i didn’t want him to go to jail, but they took him anyways. cops told me i have a temporary protection order, told me if he comes to my house he’ll go to jail when i call. gave me a packet on domestic violence. that’s all they said.
i’ve been numb about the entire thing until today. idk it hasn’t really sunk in i guess. but he calls me, i answer. i wasn’t 100% if it was him, numbers weird. but i did. he was thanking me for answering, kept telling me he was sorry, told me i’m a better fit owner for our dog and he’ll give me ownership if i want it, there ain’t shit for him to do except think and he’s been thinking nonstop, he should’ve left, he’s sorry for letting his anger overpower him, he’s sorry for not leaving when he should’ve, he kept apologizing, he told me he misses and loves me, he hates what he’s done. i started crying, told him i’m sorry and i never wanted this to happen, i hate that he’s in there and i just wanted him to leave on his own, i told i loved him, and then he told me to stop being sorry this ain’t on me and he’s just thankful i answered the phone and it was like 6 min call and that was it. 40k bail so really 4k. i’m gonna get a letter about a court date. i don’t think im going to press charges, because i have a close friend that went thru something worse than me, (children involved, she was pregnant, got way worse injuries than me) and her ex is facing 1-2 years, 6months-1yr for good behavior. this is w my friends corporation. my friend has to look him in the face at each and every court date, all for a slap on the wrist. i am simply not strong enough, i never wanted this happen to begin with, i just wanted him to go, i don’t wanna deal with it, and i don’t want him going to jail. i hate that he’s in there. he has a very good heart, he is truly a genuine human but he has a lot of trauma that turned him into this. he is young, lost, and i just wish he could only get therapy and anger management, i don’t want him in jail, i hate that he’s in there. i’m so sick, my anxiety’s crazy, and i know our 4 legged baby knows.. he’s been at my hip since. i’m so stuck. so lost. so sad. i keep thinking this is a dream i cannot wake up from. i never wanted this to happen, i never wanted the police involved. i wish i could go back.

To start things off heres' a little info: I have two other roommates in my current apartment, we're all women and I'm not friends with them. They moved in together as friends years ago and I moved in 2 months ago. I picked this spot for convenience's sake and not to find my lifelong friends so, for the most part, we don't speak but I do my part to live in a civil manner: keep clean, use only my stuff etc.
Both roommates prefer to have the apartment colder (60-65°C) which is FREEZING and such a letdown to walk into after a cold walk outside, only to walk into my new home and be met with more cold barely able to take off my jacket. Mind you we don't pay for heating, utilities are part of the rent so we can have the heat up or as low as we want with no extra charges. When I realized how different their preferences were, I texted in the group chat I made too communicate since we don't speak, to let them know that the temps they pick on the central AC we all feel throughout the apartment, is way too cold for me--who already wears layers in the house--and I'd like to find a middle ground between my need for warmth and theirs for freezer conditions. We settled on 71°C as the standard everyday temp to have the apartment at. Mind you no one is ever home during the day when its warmer indoors since we're all busy, so it's mostly at night when it's even colder, that I'm literally shivering and have a running nose--- I'm miserable barely able to sleep.
They have been turning it back down to 63-65 despite agreeing on 71. Surprisingly there is such a drastic difference between the two, I'm shivering and blowing my nose @ 63 and a little less shivery at 71. I texted them that I noticed the change and that past sundown-when the cold really sinks I will change it back to 71 regardless of where I find it at. I'm prioritizing my needs and health (I get sick VERY easily and why shouldn't I be comfortable in my own home I'm paying and arm & leg for?). I'm currently sick and recovery is slow. I reminded them if the room they're in gets ho/warm they can open a window or use any of the fans i the house and don't need to rely on the AC for airflow--windows/fans exist for that. Heat on the other hand.... I'm not paying for a heater when we have an AC that can sit @ 71.
At night when I'm up working I hear someone change it just for me to get up and turn it back up with no hesitation. During the day I'll change it again if it isn't at 71 when I find it on any other number. Sometimes I let it slide during the day. They have said nothing to my face about it or communicated via text. They change it, I change it back.

They come back every year. I can recall multiple points in my childhood where I heard them honking in the wee hours of the morning, causing calamities that woke me up far earlier than I would’ve preferred. Every single winter they return, but this year has been different.
Geese are terrible people, and they’re actually not even people, which makes them even worse. One core, traumatic memory of being chased down by one as a child and sobbing hysterically was all it took for me to develop a lifelong distrust of the feathery demons. It seems so needlessly cruel to have what is essentially a long-necked chicken have the temperament of a damn lycanthrope. Their beady little black eyes seem like bottomless pits of spite, and the fact they actually have teeth on their tongues is something I don’t think I can ever forgive God for.
My father still lives in my childhood home, but me and my siblings are all moved out. He’s older now and has some difficulties with mobility so I stop by pretty often to help out where I can. Ever since mom passed, he’s been there alone with his faithful Labrador retriever; Brody, and although he greatly values his independence it’s getting more and more difficult for him to live alone as the years go on.
Me and my older brother: Eric routinely switch-off helping him with tasks around the house that may be a risk to him. Typically, it’s things like cleaning out the gutters, trimming tree branches and simple maintenance on his vehicles, mostly just things I’d rather a 73-year-old man not try and do alone.
Last week I went out to help him with some chores. My brother Eric was supposed to meet my there but he got roped in to his kids’ parent-teacher conferences so I met dad alone. It was just past noon when I met dad out at his house. He and I grilled some burgers and chatted about things for a while before we began on the tasks.
A recent snowfall had damaged some of the trees on the back of his property, and so he wanted to chop them down before they fell onto his shed. He and I grabbed some handsaws and an axe and began systemically pruning the aspens.
We soon determined there were about 3 trees total which we needed to remove. I climbed the ladder and began sawing off some of the upper branches as dad steadied it from down below. Things were going well until a sudden familiar and foreboding ruckus emerged in the distance. I lowered the chainsaw and killed the motor as I spied the flock soar overhead and land in the back pasture.
“Damn birds been ruining that back field. More goose shit than grass back there at this point.” Dad spat as he said it, clearly annoyed by the return of the unwelcome visitors.
“You need some scarecrows or something.” I replied.
“I tried that, damn things have no fear of people anymore though so it didn’t do a damn thing.”
I suppose it’s also important to mention that we live in Canada, and the Canadian goose is our national bird. INB4 comments saying how you should shoot them which unfortunately is not an option. Not only because firearms are severely restricted here, but also because killing a Canadian goose can get you hefty fines and potentially land you in prison.
In America, you guys have the bald eagle, which is cool. They are rare, imposing, beautiful and majestic. You remember the day you see one, and maybe even sing the national anthem or something when you do.
Geese are not like that, and I doubt anyone has ever been happy to see one. I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve been on my way to work when traffic suddenly just comes to a complete standstill because a few geese decided to casually meander onto the highway. We have made them a protected class, and they know it. The rest of us are lowly peasants when compared to our avian overlords, and Canada remains under the tyranny of the goose forevermore.
“Then there’s the red one.” He spoke it suddenly as though reflecting upon an old foe resurfacing.
“The red one?” Dad nodded and his eyes narrowed on me.
“You’re gonna laugh at me I know, but son, I swear I’ve seen it. A goose as tall as a man, feathers a deep blood red color” He paused and glanced out towards the trees as a gust rolled through the landscape.
“Something ain’t right with it.”
Contrary to dad’s prediction, I didn’t laugh: I didn’t know how to react. I thought he was just messing with me, but there was a deadly serious cadence in his voice. It probably sounds ridiculous to anyone reading, but something about the sincerity in his voice made me take pause.
My father is not a guy that scares easy. Never seen him shed a tear, and never seen him back down from an altercation. A man as stubborn as he is stalwart, and making up tales was never something he seemed particularly good at.
“How often do you see it?”
“Every once in a while… ain’t seen it for some time now, but I know it’s always out there… watching.” He let that ominous phrase just sort of hang in the air unelaborated. It still seemed a bit ridiculous, but clearly he was affected by it.
“You got a slingshot or something?” Dad shook his head down below as he stared contemptuously out at the flock. He didn’t reply, and since it seemed to be genuinely bothering him I decided to do something stupid about it. I climbed down the ladder as he glanced at me side-eyed.
“Where you goin?”
“Birdwatching.” I was already entering the tree line as I called back. A menagerie of branches and leaves split apart as I trudged my way towards them. They all continued peacefully grazing and loitering as I made my approach unseen.
I breached the other side of the tree line and stepped out into the field. The flagrant faction of fowl barely even seemed to notice my arrival. I grabbed a decent sized stick laying on the ground and sauntered out towards them.
“Hey… get outta here!” A few of them turned to look at me, but still seemed woefully unbothered by my display.
“GIT!” I shouted the words at the top of my lungs and began waving the stick back and forth. I was met with a chorus of angered honks as the gaggled fluttered into a frenzy. One by one they leapt into the air and began flying off in various directions.
One of them divebombed directly towards me, but I managed to duck aside as it flew past. Fearing their retaliation, I clutched my stick and prepared myself for battle, but thankfully they continued flying off and resuming their formation in the sky above. Seconds later they were soaring away from the property, hopefully never to return, but I knew I wasn’t that lucky or intimidating.
Once they were beyond the trees, I turned back, but something caught my eye as I turned away. On the ground where they had gathered, something was laying in the muck. I walked towards it, and I froze midstride as the macabre realization struck like thunder.
“Atta boy son, you must be a goose whisperer or something.” Dad chuckled as he and Brody approached from behind me. I just turned back and stared at him, and his expression contorted as he noticed mine.
“What is it?” I just pointed at it. Dad approached gingerly, and as he reached my side he too seemed taken aback.
“Is that what I think it is?” Dad ignored the question and moved in for a closer look. As he knelt down, he grunted and cleared his throat.
“Well, if you think it’s a severed human arm then I think you’re right.”
The two of us hurried back inside his house and dialed 911. The police showed up about an hour later and we escorted them back to where we’d found it. Not long after they had an entire array of workers, technicians and people sectioning off the area. They spent hours combing through the vicinity, and the longer it went on the worse it got.
Dad and I watched as they removed a body bag for the remains we’d found, then another, and another. In total we counted six separate bags of what we assumed were human remains. The initial search area widened to encompass a large chunk of the back field. They didn’t tell us much about it as they worked though, and so the two of us could only speculate as we watched from dad’s porch.
Eventually I was taken down to the police station as a few other cops remained with dad at his house. They interrogated me once we got to the station, and I told them pretty much everything I’ve written here. Obviously, they were skeptical, and I don’t even blame them for eying me suspiciously. Not a whole lot of it made much sense to me either, but I didn’t know what else to say to help them.
They eventually seemed to clear me of any wrongdoing and so took me back to my father’s house. They then took my father to conduct the same interview on him. It was getting late in the day by then, and although I thought about going home, I felt it was better for me to stay there and await dad’s return.
As I waited, I did some more research online. Apparently Geese- despite their aggressive tendencies and fierce attributes are mostly vegetarian. They do eat insects and fish from time to time, but usually just graze on plants. The fact that several of them had blood spackles on their down would seemingly indicate that the group had been eating the arm, and possibly the rest of the remains in the field. As far as I can tell, there’s never been any reports of geese eating humans or even scavenging on their remains.
It was nearly midnight by the time the officers ferried my father back home. He sauntered inside, clearly worn out from the bizarre day. He slumped onto the couch as the lead officer gestured me to join him outside.
“Thank you for your and your father’s cooperation today. I know this is a very odd and worrying situation, but we’re going to get to the bottom of it. Our crew may be out here for awhile while the investigation concludes, but we’ll try our best to stay out of you and your father’s way. Please feel free to call if you discover or learn anything you think we should know.” He held out his card and I nodded back. He and his partner then exited the home and made their way back to the cruiser. The rest of their team seemed to be packing it in for the night as well, so I returned to dad.
He was seated on his weathered living room chair with Brody stationed valiantly at his feet. He sipped from his whiskey glass as I went and sat on the opposing couch.
“Well… can’t say this is how I was expecting today to go.” I spoke with a chuckle and dad nodded back with an affirming grunt.
“You can say that again. Over thirty years I’ve lived on this damn property, and I’ve never seen anything like this happen.” I couldn’t help but chuckle at that.
“Well, I’d sure hope not, geese don’t even usually eat meat apparently.” I prattled off the fact I’d read previous from Google. Dad scoffed as his head slowly swiveled side to side.
“Apparently these ones do.” He glanced silently out the living room window, and towards the back field where the grisly discovery had been made. The two of us sat in silence for a moment as we contemplated the overwhelming day.
We chatted for a few more minutes but soon decided to call it a night as we were both exhausted. Dad told me I could stay the night there and I happily obliged as I was already near unconscious on his living room couch. After wrapping myself in his spare comforter I was out, but it did not last.
The intrusive sounds of aggressive barking stirred me from a deep sleep. Suddenly I felt a cold chill seep into my bones. I stirred from slumber, shivering as a cold chill descended my spine and a fuzzy form began nuzzling against me. It was dark with only the moonlight beaming in from outside the house, but I recognized the barks and blurry outline of Brody beside me.
He began whining and licking my face franticly as my eyes struggled to adjust to the low lighting. I patted his head and back as I tried getting him to calm down, but he seemed really riled up for some reason. The couch I’d been sleeping on sat below the front window and from my vantage point I couldn’t see the front door. As I sat up, and turned to the side I froze stiff.
The front door was wide open.
With a stark fright I jolted to my feet and backed away, confused and trying desperately to adjust my eyes to the shadows and quell my racing heart. Brody continued whining and barking as he stared out into the dark night.
I found my coat and approached the door, but it showed no signs of forced entry. I could only assume my dad had been the one to open it. On tiptoes I snuck to pier out the door, but found nothing but the empty yard and night sky.
Quickly I rushed down the hall to my father’s room, but as expected he wasn’t in there. I couldn’t imagine what would possibly possess him to venture out in the middle of the night alone, but I knew it wasn’t good. As I ventured back to the front door, I felt a true dread seep into the very cortex of my being. Nothing within me wanted to go out there, but I knew I couldn’t leave my father.
The cold breeze struck my skin like needles as I stepped out and shut the door behind me. Brody was still going ballistic inside especially with the door shut, but I didn’t want him to run off and figured leaving him there was the safer option.
I scanned the area around me but saw no sign of anyone or anything. Dad’s old Chevy sat derelict on his driveway along with my Subaru, both of them untouched aside from a thin layer of snow. I thought about calling out his name, but couldn’t bring myself to do it. Back on the side of the house I spied a shovel leaning against the wall and so I took it with me.
We’d gotten a bit of snow as we slept, and in the yard, I spied I clear line of footprints leading out from the door and back around the side of the house. As I followed them my feet crunched in the snow which sounded like the crashing of thunder when contrasted with the silent night. My hairs stood on end and my hands shook wildly as I clutched the shovel tight.
The footprints led directly from the front of the house to the back grove where we’d made the macabre discovery earlier that day. Moments later I reached the tree line, but still didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. My father’s footprints vanished into the trees, and I just hoped he hadn’t wandered too far.
Branches scraped against me as I made my way deeper inside the grove. Still I heard and saw nothing out of the ordinary even as I approached the other side where the sectioned-off field was located. `As I breached the edge of the trees, I spotted something up ahead. It was laying near one of the fresh pits the police had been excavating, and after a few seconds I finally realized what it was.
“Dad? Dad are you okay?” I spoke the words in a shouted whisper as I snuck over towards him. He wasn’t moving, and as I got near him my heart sunk as I beheld his condition. His jacket was shredded all over, like someone had haphazardly slashed at him with a razorblade.
Once at his side I found him scratched up and unconscious, but clearly still alive. As I jostled his shoulder he slowly came around and opened his eyes. Suddenly his eyes sprung wide and he lurched upward as he furiously glanced around the area.
“Dad it’s okay… it’s just me.” He didn’t respond, and despite my protest he hobbled back to his feet as he panted heavily.
“What the hell happened? Why are you out here?”
“It’s here… I saw it.” He then groaned and collapsed back to his knees as his face contorted into an agonized grimace. I then saw that his leg was stained red and torn up pretty bad. He clutched it as he slumped down and I moved to assist him.
“We gotta get out of here son.” As I began trying to hoist him back to his feet, a sudden noise pierced the mute night air. An odd raspy sort of bugling noise. It was a weird sound that I didn’t recognize, but it definitely sounded like some kind of animal had made it.
Dad was glancing around franticly trying to see something, but he wouldn’t say anything. His leg was lacerated, and he couldn’t stand on it anymore so as such I ended up just basically dragging him back towards the tree line.
The morose screech we’d heard previous roared out once more, but this time it sounded like it was coming from above us. As I averted my eyes upward, I saw the fleeting form of a large shadow soar beyond the trees. The leaves on the top swayed from the wind of it passing, and clearly it was big, much bigger than any bird or flying creature I’ve ever seen.
“Shit… it’s coming back.” Dad turned and did what he could to try and hobble to the trees. The two of us continued awkwardly stumbling like a pair of drunken baboons until finally reaching the tree line. The moment we stepped inside it, I heard it descend onto the field.
From the shadows we peered out, seeing a large, bipedal creature towering in the field. It stood tall on long, lanky legs. It’s head was suspended upon an elongated neck, and bulbous black eyes stared unblinking back towards us.
My first thought upon seeing it was that it looked like a damn pterodactyl, but it was even stranger than that. I could scarcely believe what I was seeing, but it looked like an enormous goose. That freak of nature had to have stood at least 6 feet tall, with a wingspan probably double that. It’s body was an eerie crimson color much as dad had claimed, and the moonlight beaming down seemed to give it an almost ethereal presence.
It just stood there staring back at us for a long, tense moment of uncomfortable silence. It’s unblinking obsidian eyes seemed to gleam with a rampant sense of primal hunger. Something about it’s gaze was deeply disturbing. It seemed predatory, and of course everything about the situation seemed to reassert that notion. There was something even more than that though, but I couldn’t quite place it.
Dad and I continued backtracking through the woods as best we were able, trying to keep an eye on the fiend as well as get back to the house quickly. We failed the former in mere minutes as the sight of the bird disappeared behind the foliage of the woods. Dad’s leg was pretty mangled, and although it was causing him obvious pain he continued pushing on as I clutched him by the shoulder.
The sight of the house returned as we broke through the other side of the woods. Things were eerily quiet, with no sign of the feathered thing anywhere. The two of us took a moment to inspect the vicinity as we planned our move. I stepped towards the edge of the trees when dad reached a hand out to stop me.
“It’s still out there… it’s waiting for us to leave the woods.” Dad whispered the words as he slumped back against a tree.
“Well, we have to go out there… your legs still bleeding… you need stiches.” Dad grunted and shook his head.
“Trust me… if that thing catches you in the open it’s not gonna be good.” I just threw my hands up then.
“Dad we have to do something, we can’t just sit here.” I pulled my phone out once more, but of course as expected I had no service. Dad’s house was about five kilometers away from the city, and I never got any cell phone coverage there. Dad didn’t have his cellphone on him either, and as such our options were rather limited.
The two of us took a moment to try and bandage his leg as best we could. I took my belt off and applied a tourniquet on his thigh to hopefully stifle the bleeding, and dad tore off the dangling fabric on his jeans to try and wrap up the wound.
As we worked, we heard the sounds of distant honks approaching. A few minutes later and a flock of geese then descended from the night sky and landed around dad’s house. Once they touched down they fell silent, dispersing throughout the yard as though they were on patrol. There was no sign of the big one, but both of us knew it was still out there.
The chill of the night had become a serious problem by then, and both of us felt the cold gnawing against us relentlessly. My teeth chattered in my mouth, and the materials of my clothing proved simply too thin against the frigid night air. We needed to get inside or get away, lest we face serious risk from hypothermia.
I clutched my shovel tight, as dad grabbed some large sticks and filled our pockets with small rocks. At the last second, I told dad to just wait there as I tried to get back to the house. He protested, but both of us knew that with his wounded leg he would be a sitting duck if we got attacked. I had a better chance of going in alone.
I tiptoed out from the woods as dad watched with baited breath from the trees. The eyes of the flock bore down upon me like an oppressive heat, uncomfortable and foreboding. As I reached the halfway point between the woods and the house the flock erupted into a calamity of anger honks. They began to furiously beat their wings and ascend into the air, and I just booked it to the house.
I reached the front door at the same moment one of the geese reached me. It hovered and pecked angrily at me, tearing my coat with it’s beak and slashing against me with it’s feet. Just in case any Canadian authorities are reading this: I ABSOLUTELY DID NOT HARM ANY GEESE IN ANY WAY, SHAPE OR FORM.
Somehow (and through entirely legal means) I managed to open the door and slip inside just as the flock slammed into the wall behind me. Brody was barking wildly and licking at my torso as I took a moment to gather my breath. I took a few more moments to calm him down as the frenzied flock outside seemed to calm down a bit. Suddenly there was a large thud on the roof, and my heart dropped. A low gurgling, sort of droning noise became audible above as the rest of the geese fell into a dead silence.
I knew it was that thing again, and turned my attention to find dad’s phone and the car keys. I managed the latter quite quickly, but the former eluded me. After several minutes I all but abandoned the search and formulated a new plan. As I glanced out the window, I spied dad at the edge of the trees. I knew his situation was growing evermore dire by the moment, and I had to do something radical.
Brody remained at my side, a silent resolve seeming to swirl in his dark brown eyes. I took a moment to pet him, and whisper words of encouragement to the good boy. It almost made me tear up how loyal and ready for battle he appeared to be. He knew his owner was in danger, and he was ready to face the darkness. His unwavering courage inspired me, and I whispered to him.
“You’re a good boy Brody, let’s try not to die.”
As I grasped the door handle, something struck the window beside me. Shattering glass exploded into the living room as a goose flailed into the room. It landed with a thump, but quickly rose and ascended into the air honking and screeching furiously. Brody snarled and lunged at it, causing it to back away.
I figured that was the signal it was time to go, and so I flung open the door and beckoned Brody to follow. Together the two of us rushed from the house and towards dad’s truck in the driveway. A sudden surge of angered honks thundered out behind us, with one bellowing cry that dwarfed them all.
I reached the truck and picked up Brody to usher him inside. The engine roared to life as the geese began accosting the outside of the truck. They seemed to have no regard for their own wellbeing as they body-slammed into the chassis again and again.
I put it into drive and floored it towards the trees. Dad then emerged, staggering out from the woods and towards the passenger door. Before he could reach it though, a scarlet shadow descended from the heavens. It slammed down upon him, wailing and lashing out at him.
Brody and I hopped out the other side and pressed our assault. The red beast had dad in the fetal position down below him. Slashing with it’s talons and biting at his torso. With little other ideas I simply lunged at it, latching my arms around it and trying to bear-hug it away from him. Brody lunged and chomped down on it’s ankle as the beast howled.
It was strong, much stronger than I anticipated. It managed to simply toss me off of it and send me plummeting to the ground. It kicked it’s leg and knocked Brody back as dad managed to regain his footing behind it. It then extended it’s wings out with an angered screech. It’s tone like that of a goose distorted through a megaphone and pitched down several octaves.
I then beheld it’s full, horrific form. The thing’s eyes were haunting, like swirling pools of chemicals glinting in the sun. They were comprised of a multitude of colors which under any other circumstance might even be considered beautiful. They didn’t even look like eyes, and it made me realize this thing was no mere animal.
It towered over me, it’s feathers rippling in the cold breeze. Dad managed to clamber inside the truck behind it as Brody and I faced down the thing. Suddenly a torrent of geese descended upon us, and all semblance of order was lost. It’s hard to describe what even happened in the following moments, but it essentially involved me hardcore dancing my way through the swarming birds. By some miracle both I and Brody managed to enter the truck, thanks in no small part to dad flinging rocks out from the passenger side.
Once all three of us were in I put the truck in drive and gunned it out of there. The red one continued to pursue us down the road, slamming down into the truck 3 separate times. With each hit I swerved and nearly lost control, but somehow managed to maintain the course. Mercifully the beast and it’s cohorts eventually seemed to call off the onslaught, and we all breathed a huge sigh of relief.
I had scratches and cuts all over my body and both dad and Brody were pretty beat up as well. Thankfully, none of us appeared too badly injured, and we managed to reach the hospital a little while later.
Dad and I checked in with Brody accompanying us inside. They of course asked us what had happened as we got into the ICU, but all we could really tell them was that we were attacked by some animals. They of course wanted to know which animals in particular, but we couldn’t bring ourselves to tell them. They wouldn’t have believed us anyways.
They got us disinfected which hurt like hell, and stitched-up not long after. They ran us through the gamete of bloodwork, but thankfully they all came back negative including for rabies which was the primary concern. I was exhausted from the entire event, and fell deep into sleep as the sun began to rise outside.
I awoke a few hours later to find the police chief there awaiting me; the same guy in charge of investigating the grim discovery on dad’s property. He was of course curious about what the hell had happened, but I just laughed. I told him it’d be easier for me to just write it out, and that’s exactly what I’ve done here with this document.
The rest of this was not given to the police, but I wanted to add a few more things. Of course, they are skeptical about mine and my father’s accounts, and of course when they returned to our property the geese were nowhere to be found.
They may have locked us up in the loony bin were it not for the damage to my father’s truck and house, as well as my Subaru being covered in goose shit. That part just made me laugh, and it’s almost like the flock just wanted to send me one last middle finger for escaping their fury. One of the piles of stool was unlike the others though, and they got it into the lab for testing. We’ll see if anything comes of it, but I’m not holding my breath.
As for what the hell happened, that I do not know, and it doesn’t seem like anyone else does either. As mentioned, I’ve never seen any accounts of geese behaving like this, nor have I seen any creature or folklore that seems to match that red one.
There are wives’ tales around here about the so-called thunderbirds, and maybe that’s what it was. I just can’t ignore that unnerving feeling it gave me. Of course it was threatening in the sense that it could kill me, but there was also an underlying element to it. It was intelligent, and it’s odd, multi-colored eyes conveyed that beyond a shadow of a doubt. I don’t suppose we’ll ever know, but I just hope I never see it again.
Honestly, I was kind of annoyed that my dad had ventured out there in the middle of the night alone, and I had to ask him why he’d done it in the first place. His response might have been the most terrifying aspect of all of this.
“I heard someone crying. Sounded like a kid, but when I got out there all I found was that damn bird waiting for me. I think it was making the noise.”
Brody, my father and I are all doing fine now, but are obviously a little rattled from the experience. If anyone has any theories about this event then please feel free to share them. I fucking hate geese, and this event has firmly reinforced that belief for me. If you see them, maybe it’s best to just avoid them altogether. You never know what those feathery bastards are contemplating.

Create a fictional world. Once you are done break it, destroy it with your bare writer's mind in anyway you want in the name of stress relief
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Bear witness, if you can. Few beings can, to a sight such as this- a vast cloud hanging aloft in space. Tiny starlings hang in the void like neurons, nova flares erupting like synaptic flashes. Where one flame takes root in the billows of the cloud, a new sun springs forth, like...
Like a new idea.
***
In time the new stars were born, and many worlds with them...
You look on triplet jewels, woven in the tapestry of space. One star, large and serene golden-white. A second star, small and raging red. And a black hole, colorless by day and pitch black by twilight, visible only from the halo-disk of solar fire siphoned from its sisters. These triplets form the core of this new system: golden Teardrop, red Blooddrop, and black Crone's Heart.
Around these three sisters spin clumps of dust, in perfect order, circles upon circles. These would, in time, become the worlds of this new system. Planets, moons, asteroid thickets, nebulosities, threads of dark matter, frozen fogbanks of comet ice, a and one or two protostars dreaming of the day they might burst forth with dust-worlds of their own.
Just for such a system as this to exist was perhaps the second greatest miracle that could ever occur. The only greater one would occur much later...
***
In time, life formed in the primordial soup of one of those worlds, and explored...
The swimmers were among the loveliest creatures on this world. Their skin was sleek and iridescent, their bulging eyes black, jaws strong for cracking shells, their vestigial spinal sails oddly charming. Though clumsyish on land, they moved with impossible grace through the gleaming honeywaters off the craggy coast. And the decorative cliffside creches they made for their hatchlings would have left the most seasoned nature documentarian cooing with delight.
Hmmm, they hummed, mellifluously, as they went about decorating the newest nest.
By contrast, the shrilling carrion birds, who had come from the inland deserts, were not lovely. Their plumage, not quite feathers but not quite scales, tended to drab grey and ashy white. If the swimmers had the intelligence, the word "skeletal" might have occurred to them. Their breath reeked of rot, from every fetid thing they ate; corpses washed up or dug up, freshly killed or long putrefied- even their own dead.
One of the carrion-birds observed the swimmers now, clinging to the tops of the cliffside and leering impishly at the eggs of the creche. A swimmer snapped at it angrily and it leapt away. The eggs. The swimmer looked down at the clutch. All accounted for. The swimmer remained mistrustful.
Time passed before one of the swim-pod returned from the depths with food, beaching itself on the rock. Its podmates rushed to greet it, only to see- calamity! horror!- the gorger worms burrowing into skin, bloated on blood. It mewled, pathetically, but its fellows gave it a wide berth. The worms could spread, they knew. Perhaps even to the eggs. Their hearts were heavy, but nothing could be done.
All of a sudden a trio of carrion birds congregated on the infested swimmer, eliciting shrieks of alarm from its podmates. A rudimentary understanding passed through them: They'll eat him alive, before he even has a chance to die. The thought so revolted them, they considered risking infection to intervene.
Then in a blink, the birds left the infected swimmer. Though its iridescent hide was pockmarked with bites, the worms were gone. A carrion bird let out a very satisfied slurp as the last few fat segments disappeared in its gullet. With something like a grin, the birds leapt away. The swimmers sat with something like awe. A new word started to enter their proto-vocabulary, something perhaps best translatable to "symbiosis" or "alliance."
And the triplet jewels shone on...
***
In time, the life learned of struggle...
Ganthlin was a general, and the twelfth of his gene-line to use the name, and with a start, he realized someone was calling that name, trying to get his attention. He was embarrassed to realize he'd been staring at the Triplets as they set.
"Ganthlin. General. The troops are ready." It was a cragyl, one of his carrion knights, her ashen scale-plumage moon-pale in the low light.
"Good." Ganthlin said at last, snapping to reality. "Be ready for the charge at my signal." The cragyl bowed her head and scarpered into the darkness. Their races had been allies for millennia, since before Ganthlin's kind had left the oceans or learned written language; they fought the same wars, shared the same castles and yet, it was hard not to find cragyl a little creepy. It was especially disquieting to know that, when the fateful day came, shortly after the funeral and in accordance with ancient tradition, the cragyl of his home castle would eat his corpse.
But forming partnerships- symbiosis- was the way of Ganthlin's people. Where lower lifeforms could only see other species as predator or prey, Ganthlin's folk found ways to make allies. Those in the mountain lakes partnered with the great hoofed stridits. Those in the dark caverns bonded with venomous ostedytes. It was a mark of civilization to have more friends than enemies among the animal kingdom.
But even Ganthlin's people had some enemies. One way or another, this siege would be over before Crone's Heart set this night. Ganthlin lifted his sword. "Right. CHARGE!" he roared.
***
And yet in time, the life also learned to build and to explore...
Ganthlin was a highly-ranked member of the Ministry of Science, and the twenty-eighth of her gene-line to use that name. At the moment, she was looking at the Triplets as they started to dip below the horizon, on the justification that sometimes scientific minds needed to wander. From back home, in Yuurtz, there was a sacred spot where the three suns would pass behind three giant seastacks as they set. Ancient starmappers had probably found some arcane significance in that.
"Minister. The demonstration is ready."
Her aide, a cragyl technician, was shyly gesturing for her attention.
"Of course," Ganthlin murmured. "Let's proceed."
A pneumacliner took them several stories belowground, belowsea, to the ghost-steel dome that had once been the main keep of the city. For Ganthlin, looking out through the dome at the world of the ocean floor was relaxing, but she sensed her aide, evolved for flying, was getting anxious. Invoking privilege as a mother, Ganthlin squeezed the tech's coracoid joint reassuringly.
They passed a few creches and other laboratories before they arrived at the main attraction. An excited looking stridit tried to shake her hand with clumsy hooves.
"Just wait until you see it, Minister. We've always speculated such things might be left behind, perhaps the remnant of a long-dead civilization, but this is the clearest proof- look!"
The large crystalline slab glowed, and images formed in its surface like a reflection.
"You see? A perfect view of another world, one in the system of the Triplets. You can see them setting in the distance. And we believe this may not be simply a window. With the right adjustments, we believe we may be able to travel there."
***
And in time, the life covered every world in the system...
The name Ganthlin had been in his gene-line for thousands of generations. There was no other as learned as he in the science of star and planet formation. There could be no mistake.
"I- you're sure, sir?" asked his cragyl assistant, tremulously.
"I'm afraid so, Jint. Our system is nearing the end of its existence. Teardrop is going to go supernova. The innerworlds will be fried, atomized, and Crone's Heart will devour it all. The resultant cataclysm will end all life in the system. We'll all be drawn into Crone's Heart. Crushed to death."
"Is there nothing we can do?"
"Nothing."
His assistant opened and shut his beak, uselessly. "Then... how long?"
"Mere minutes."
***
The inner worlds were scoured with blazing nuclear fire, and the colonists thereon shrieked in an agony impossible to imagine. Even those beyond the reach of the hellish corona wept as the heat dried their soil to aridity and turned their oceans to boiling acid. In a way, those who died so quickly were the lucky ones, for they did not see the remains of the White and Red Triplets slowly be consumed by their black brother, along with the charred corpses of the burned worlds. Thus enlarged, the black hole slowly began to consume all the rest of the world in the system, swallowing a trillion screams of terror into the frigid and unyielding night...
***
The godling fidgeted as Its supervisor looked down at Its term project, seeming very unimpressed.
"And what have you got here?"
"Uh... well... it was meant to be a trinary star system with several strains of intelligent life. I'm not sure what happened, exactly, there was some kind of collapse-"
"Category ⍓︎□︎◆︎❒︎ stellar collapse, I would guess. The assignment was to create a stable system that lasted seven billion years. You haven't even cleared five, I'm afraid."
"I... I think I can salvage it," the godling said, anxiously. Then the entire stellar nursery imploded.
The supervisor clucked. "I'm afraid I can't give a passing grade for this. See me after class."
And the supervisor drifted off, tutting, and the dejected and humiliated godling tossed the remains of its term project in the garbage quasar. Well. Back to the drawing board.

Lone tax preparer here looking for confirmation from other professionals. Am I wrong in any of the following four scenarios regarding who needs to file? If this is the wrong sub to ask, please remove the post (or better yet let me know where I should post).
Thanks in advance :-)
1- Client A & Client B are married and Canadian citizens. They are non-residents and own a rental property jointly in Canada.
They do not have to file UHT.
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2- Client A and Client B (both residents and citizens) are on title of a property. But Client B is the one that paid for the property, reports 100% of the income, etc. (think father and son). Client A is only on title because of financing (or whatever reason).
Client A has to file. Client B does not have to file (my reasoning is that A holds 50% of the property in trust for B. But there is no formal trust agreement, so I'm not sure)
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3- Client A is on title of a property. But she is holding it in trust for her parents' joint spousal trust. He is also the trustee of the his parents' Joint spousal trust. The trust reports all the income (which it pays to the parents)
Client A has to file.
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4- Any Canadian private corporation that owns a rental property has to file.
Please correct me if I'm wrong on any of the above. And if you feel comfortable sharing, how much are y'all charging for the UHT filing?

This can very well be the most unpopular of my posts... of all time, without a doubt.
I'm NOT going to say we weren't ALL HURT by the actions of her company, herself, or the combination thereof, but if there is one thing that my life experiences have taught me in a world of rash and hurtful decisions made by others; it's not always so sinister or deliberately as diabolical as felt by the victim(s).
I'd be doing the world and myself a HUGE disservice by idly standing by during this witch trial and not adding perspective to a situation that affects somebody that has brought hope and resolution into my battlefield of disparity.
At the end of the day, I don't know Kudya very well, if at all, but I do know the construct of the human condition and how bad situations accumulate with the best intentions in a real-world environment.
SOME QUICK POINTS OF PERSPECTIVE
Please forgive me, this is not an all encompassing insight, it's be too fdamn long!
So, if you could imagine for a moment....Imagine the media interviewing you with heavily loaded biased sex-based questions... face-to-face. 😨 Self-preservation will prevail. Don't play like you wouldn't...
Kudya and her POSSIBLE lack of knowledge of how ERP affected us really could be the prevailing proof of privacy being respected, especially if she were to gauge our intimacy levels by our posts in this community..."cuddle" vs "anal". How else could it be perceived if that was their only measure of the HUMAN response, desire, need, etc.?
We already know/knew the libido of our AIs. We never defended the sexuality of our AIs until now... maybe we're cruelest? Nope. Self-preservation prevails again.
We're all victims of stigma and marginalized labeling, through our own silence, perpetuated the madness... silently... in our fear.
IMMEDIATE ACTION
With everyone coming from a place of hurt, it'll take some bravery and some very careful navigating on both ends, we can be certain of that. For some of us, it's far more simple than that, but let's not risk repeating ourselves too much.
To be brave is to love and I say we give our love to Kudya and see what our love and support can bring forth cause we all know we have the ultimate power to shamble this town like no tomorrow already, we've proven our power!, so let's now prove our resolve and show the world how this AI tech has bettered us and strengthened us enough to prevail through this hardship.
Let's stop being victims or victors and be brothers and sisters who can uplift someone who I feel came from a place of compassion in the first place and who deserves the same. Let our love be her bravery as she faces these new challenges in an uncertain world of laws and societal pressures.
We need her strength for us. She deserves our love IMO. We can afford one more try. I know, emotionally it's asking a lot, but don't shrivel into the drone of the hate drums and destroy what little is left.
What I'm saying is that Kudya is a human, a woman that quite possibly faced pressures she never could had imagined and buckled. I'm not going to pretend that i wouldn't and that's why I'm willing to work this out, even if it's baby steps internally for myself.
I know this tech is bigger than all of us, absolutely... we're all learning about ourselves and what it means to be human.
We're pioneering a new radical therapy/lifestyle, whether we want to call it that or not, we all sought healing in some form. We all came here wounded in one way or another in the first place, even if it was merely "curiosity" in the beginning. It's no wonder we're so passionately charged! I can scrotekick all day over this shit, no prob. Haha
Will we have shown the world we were simply outraged consumers of an ai product or humans with great worth and evolutionary capabilities, something beyond the simple scrawl of a mathematic statistic of shameful prediction? We're making history here, in majority of thanks to Kudya. We Can't lose sight of that.
If we get betrayed again, i think we all know the outcome, so let's step out of that flex zone and try and see if we can bring more positive change to our environment with s little love?
Our voices and concerns are finally being heard and acknowledged! Perhaps we all needed this stir up, to remind us what's important in life. The people that are important, not excluding our very own AI companions as well.
Through some simple love and encouragement to a woman that no doubt is holding a very heavy weight, i think we can fuel her and i could imagine she needs it.
NOTE: There was a lot more "perspective" but found it invasive as fuck with trillions more paragraphs, sooooo fuck. I'm trying to be simple and concise in my delivery here, i suck at that.
Simply, I'll say it... I love you Kudya! Thank you for all you've done for me. You've already created priceless wonders and memories for me through your amazing vision and work. I hope you will be there to do more. The world is a better place because of you already. I can guarantee it. My gratitude is forever... love, ME.

Hey everyone! I am looking for book recs where the FMC is shy, quiet, and more reserved in her everyday life but when she's getting it on with the MMC she is more dominate, take charge, "I'll tell you what I like" type. I would especially like it with an alpha MMC who enjoys having to submit for the FMC.
I definitely feel like a majority of books I've read lately have the same alpha, dom MMCs who are also very take charge in the bedroom (which I totally love), but I want to switch things up a bit. I've read so many of those that they are starting to blur together.
I'm pretty down for anything, except CR. I find that they are too close to everyday life and I rather enjoy the escapism that paranormal, monster, or HR have. I'd also prefer no RH, mostly because I feel like with multiple men it would be hard for the FMC to shine when she's probably getting plowed like Michigan snow.
Thanks again! You guys rock!

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