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Been a while since I posted one of these...anyway, for those that can't wait a few hours, here are spoilers for Round 1423.
(You can use DeepL/Google to read it.)

Round 1423 虎の渇き
(ｺﾞｺﾞﾝｯ!!)
柳岡「ストーップ！ストップやあっ！」
倒した千堂は、眼が狂っていた…
会長「(今日だけで4人…もう関西圏で練習相手はおらん)」
星「すんまへん」
会長「お前はようやった。壊れてまうから休んどれ」
星「は」
会長「(異常や。まだ期間はあるというのに、精神が摩り切れてまうで)」
千堂「(なんや…イライラが収まらん。なんなんやコレは！？)」
柳岡「アイツの場合、練習は人間味を削ぎ落とす作業ですねん。研ぎ澄まし野性に回帰する。戻れば戻るほど、色濃く匂ってくるんでしょうね」
会長「不安と戦っているということか」
柳岡「相手がリカルドですからね。何をやっても足らん気がするんやと思います」
そんな訳で、挑戦者を募集することになった訳だが…。意外すぎる男が来た
鷹村「たのもー」
千堂「なんでやねんっ！！」
鷹村「旅先でスパーできるなんて都合がいいし、誰でもいいって書いてあったし」
千堂「常識の問題や。アンタはスーパーミドル級の現役世界王者やぞ？八階級差あるんやで？」
鷹村「ああそうか。弱い者イジメはダメってことね」
(ﾌﾞﾁｯ)
二人揃ってリングに上がった
柳岡「ちょっと待ていっ！アカンやろ！またケガして延期なんてシャレにならんぞ！！」
千堂「好都合や。全力でどつける相手が来てくれはったんや。アレを、試せるやないか」
柳岡「(…対、リカルド用の…)」
千堂「鷹村さんに通用したら、リカルドなんぞ木端微塵や」
ただ一人の為だけに研ぎ続けた牙…その正体は！？
つづく(全18P)
巻末コメント：最近は 毎日チマチマ Gガンダム

Chapter appears to be 18 pages and there is a chapter next week.
Other news...

• Spain's Volume 1 comes out next week (June 14) for those that want to buy it/support the series in Spain/places that sell it. Publisher's website.
• Should also mention last month, the publisher put a little article about the book in their June issue of Forum Planet Fantasy Magazine to promote it, where it was on the cover.
• Spain's Volume 2 comes out on September 13. Website with cover for it.
• Hajime no Ippo Volume 138 is coming out on July 14.
• Hajime no Ippo's free Volume 1 to 110 on Magapoke in Japan is coming to end at the end of June.

Unrelated...during Creed 3 promotion in Japan last month, Michael B Jordan met with Yusuke Murata for a conversation...during it, Murata does make a reference to Hajime no Ippo.

Murata: "I heard that you like "Hajime no Ippo" (The First Step), and that is exactly what "The First Step" is for you, Director Jordan (laughs)."

Did not even allow them to open. As soon as they remodeled his place he changed the locks. Does this sound familiar? Didn’t he just do this last March? Where are the authorities???
https://www.instagram.com/reel/CtJUNH3vL39/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

I started at Amazon in December of 2020 as a seasonal associate Coming from a different country, I didn't know much English, but I learned as I went along. It was a small warehouse, not like a big fulfillment center which helped me to learn things fast. Safety was a joke there lol.
I became a Problem Solver, and then a full-time blue badge associate. I was doing good, so they made me a Process Guide (PG), and then, in less than 8 months, I got promoted to Process Assistant (PA). My original plan was to go into Information Technology (IT), but when the PA opportunity came up, I took it.
I had a great Operations Manager who was also new to Amazon, he started when I did. We built an amazing team with another Area Manager. We worked hard and tried to make it fun. We knew that people were important, not just the numbers so we focus a lot on safety and improving things that were working. But then, my team fell apart and I didn't have the same energy to start over again. That's when a new Operations Manager came in and the fun with this amazing but shitty company started.
This new guy stepped on everything I did and wanted to do it his way. He only cared about the numbers. I tried to help him, but he was rude and racist. I'm Latino, and I could feel the racism. I decided to just keep going to work for my paycheck.
Meanwhile, I used Amazon's career choice to get free education in IT and also got some certificates. When I tried to move into IT within the same company, I failed the interview. They had the audacity to even say I didn't show up for the interview, even though I had proof I did. I decided to take a break for 3 weeks to look after my mental health.
When I came back, I found that the new manager had changed things. He brought in a new PA from his old site, took away my department, and moved me to Sortation. I was okay with it, because I knew the whole warehouse. I asked a transfer to another shift also to another warehouse near my area but got denied and from there on things got worse, I felt they put a target on my back and I got suspended over something dumb. That night when I got home, I started looking for other jobs.
I knew they were going to fire me, and 3 weeks later they did. It was the best thing that could have happened to me. I wish I had quit sooner.
Now, I have a new job in the IT field, which is what I wanted in the first place. I don't have to work long night shifts anymore and my life is much better.
I just want to say, if you're in a job where they don't value you, get out. Cash in and out. Take what you've learned and find something better.
If you're reading this and are struggling, keep pushing through. I hope you find a better job soon.

Me (25), B (25), and G (26) are friends. I met B about 2 years ago, and his best friend of now 6 years is G. I did not expect to necessarily become friends with G, but we very quickly did. We talked a lot as soon as we met, we hang out alone a lot, and we have very similar interests. He has texted me multiple times that he considers me one of his closest friends, and he was surprised that we became friends so quickly 2 years ago.
My problem is every time I invite B along to hangout with us, G will only text him from then on. This has happened at least 20 times by now. For example, G and I agreed to hangout at his place. We made the plan a week in advance. It was supposed to be just us, but B was free so we invited him. G texted B all the details from there: when to meet, what we will do, where we will eat, and didn’t communicate any of it to me. I didn’t know any of the details until B casually mentioned them the day of (thinking I already knew). Other times he will only text the address of the place we’re meeting to B even if I’m the one who made the plans with G and will be driving us.
The title references something that G does as well. He loves social media and documenting his daily life. Every time I hangout with him, he doesn’t mention it. But almost any time B does, he mentions it. In fact, both B and I will hangout with him at the same time and he will post “Saw B today!” and literally exclude my presence. He did this yesterday, we went swimming together as a group and he said “Went swimming with B today!”
Also when the three of us are together, G will often initiate conversations about topics I don’t know much about or I didn’t experience (like college memories). And will occasionally only show pictures and memes to B when I’m right there.
It may come off as jealousy but it’s really not. I understand they have a longer history and that is ok, but I’m feeling excluded in a weird way. However, I do not want to bring it up if I’m overreacting. Different perspectives are appreciated.
TL;DR—I’m in a friend group of 3, where I am the third “addition” to the other two. One friend only posts about hanging out with the mutual friend, and will communicate plans only to the mutual friend even if us 2 were the ones to originally make them. Am I overreacting?

My partner (38m) and I (27f) have been dating for about 3 years. Due to both of us struggling with our mental health and his father dieing of cancer at that time it took quite some time before our relationship got official and even longer before I got to meet his family. Boyfriend first told his daughter (13f) about me around 1,5years ago. Short back story: boyfriend(B) and his exgirlfriend(F) had their daughter when they where still in university and separated shortly after, when daughter was still a baby. Both of them having new partners ever since. My boyfriend separated from his long time partner shortly before him and I met. After daughter got to know about me, she was avoiding her father and didn't wanna meet up. She did not tell a reason why, but her mother said it's probably because she feels jealous about her father having a new girlfriend. But encouraged us to try again, so daughter will finally meet me and realize there's nothing to be scared about. Of course daughter also turned 13 around that time, so she was on top of all starting puberty and probably feeling lots of mixed emotions. After a few month the three of us finally met up together, and things worked out very well. We would meet up not very often but frequently and we always got along very well. She would talk to me a lot and we would take trips to see family on weekends and the three of us even went on a 7day vacation together. Apart from a few situations that are probably normal with a teenager everything was fine. After almost a year things changed. On her 14th birthday when we came to visit she did not want to leave her bedroom and acted grumpy. Everyone including her mother and stepdad said this is normal teenager behavior and things like that happen regularly in their house. I felt guilty because I had a gut feeling it might be about me, as I am the new person in the family. After this incident she acted normal again in front of my boyfriend but seemed to avoid situation where I am included. My boyfriend confronted her about it and after some time she told him that she is hurt that he kept the relationship from her for so long. And that she I scared the two of us are always taking sides and it's always two against one. I don't know where those feelings come from as I was always trying to be fair and even being extra careful not to make her feel excluded or left out from anything. She still does not want to meet up with us again. I don't know what to do. Help. AITA?

Based almost entirely on FBI interrogation transcript of American intelligence leaker Reality Winner, and taking place essentially in real-time, the audience is “trapped” in a tense and, at times, nightmareish scenario.
I was surprised how much this held my attention given the setting and script. It’s very well done.

I have been diagnosed with Harm OCD, Anti-Social Personality Disorder, Narcissistic Personality Disorder & Depersonalization/Derealization from PTSD. There was about 5 years that I didn’t know any of this and that’s where the majority of this story takes place. I’ve been reluctant to share it for a long time, but I think I’m ready now.
The PTSD has been around for as long as I can remember, but the majority of my problems began after being released from a mental institution when I was 16 years old. Backtracking a year, I was 15 years old and took a bunch of Xanax, mixed it with alcohol, climbed to the top of a football stadium and thought very seriously about jumping off. My home life was abusive and highly neglectful, I didn’t ever think I would live to be 18, but at that time I didn’t even want to.
It’s all a bit complicated to articulate exactly what happened in my brain while I was in those mental institutions, I’m still working on that part. What I can say, is that my depression started to turn into an almost emotionless hatred very quickly and it was in there that I was diagnosed with ASPD. I knew around my 16th birthday that I was going to kill someone one day. I was just full of rage with a full year of isolation after knowing nothing but pain and coincidentally all of these mental illnesses began to unravel just in time to offer me a path to salvation. I didn’t understand that these thoughts weren’t mine and that absolutely was not who I was, so I accepted them as my own.
When I was released I was placed on probation for 1 year and went back to live in my mothers house. One of the first things I told her was if she ever yelled at me or touched me again, I would kill her. I think she knew I was serious, because neither of those things happened again. I remember deeply fantasizing about murdering my mother many nights, but I never did, because I knew that would be the end, I would be caught. My brain found it’s solution for that, by fabricating a greater purpose. I spent almost all of my free time developing a plan for how I would get away with murder, not just once, but indefinitely.
Before I continue, I want to express, the thought of murder was something that confused and scared me to my core. I just wanted to live a normal life and be happy for once, but “the other me” found comfort, great joy, in thinking about it. It tricked me into thinking that was my only hope for happiness. I couldn’t talk about it, people would say I’m insane oand send me to a mental institution again. I couldn’t get help, because in my mind at the time, I couldn’t kill him, but he could kill us both. I probably could’ve finished my plan inside a year, but that scared me, so I dragged it on for ~2.5 years. I used the plan as a way of saying “I will, I will, I’m just not ready yet”. What happens when I’m done with the plan..?
So now I’m 18 years old, I left my mothers house and moved into my own place. My plan was finished, so it got significantly harder to tell myself no. It got so bad, that I began experiencing vivid homicidal thoughts against every single person that I saw, all day, every day. When I was alone at home, it would keep me awake or send me into a spiraling rage. I tried every technique for managing stress that I could find, nothing was working. So I resorted to psychedelics. I knew I needed something people called ego death, that was my final hope. Well I achieved it with 7 doses of LSD. I did that all too frequently for the better part of a year, as this story unfolds. It made my madness worse, at times as you’ll see, it made my thoughts and plans worse, but in the end, i understood enough about myself and what it was and my feelings on the situation, that I decided it wasn’t what I wanted to do. Which opened me up to the idea of therapy.
If you saw me in public, you would think I was just the same as any other random person, but I was having a severe internal war with myself every waking moment.
Once it got to the point of me thinking it was going to happen anyday at anytime, I started to practice hunting. I told myself it was only for practice, yet another “I’m not ready yet, the plan is done, but I want to be comfortable having done this before when it’s actually time”. So I would change my appearance, pack a bag with different clothing and leave my house around 11pm-1am. At first it started out small, just walking around, getting to know my routes, the camera locations, police activity, etc. Then it advanced to learning how to pick locks and breaking into the houses. Once I hit that point, had I kept going I likely would’ve killed someone very soon after. Fortunately one day when I was walking around the alleyways, someone saw me and started following me. I ditched them, changed my clothes, walked home and never did it again. I decided it was just too risky to have people in my small town recognizing me until I was actually going to do it. So the next time, would be the time.
Continued in the comments.

Like right now, we have a lot of players in the spotlight... However there can only be 11 of the 23 chosen on the field. Some players have new styles, like for example Chigiri being a left wing now instead of LWB like in the u20, or Reo going to midfielder.
So... Which characters do you think will be benched? I'll give some of mine.
Otoya: Yeah no doubt this ninja wannabe will be benched, there is just way better options. His only real good skill is good "off the ball movements" which basicly just makes him a bit stealthy. Besides that, he doesn't really do anything.
Yukimiya: Ah Blindmiya... As much as i want him to start, i can't really see it. It is still possible, but i do think there are better options to put in, as while he is a good dribbler... So is Bachira (and Reo when he copies Sae). It's not entirely impossible, but i do think he may not make it to be "Regular".
Barou: This is the hardest one to decide. Barou's latest playstyle is being the king of the team, the main striker. Of course that is still possible on this team, however, Ubers currently revovles around him. Bluelock u20 will not revovle around him only. It is a bit hard for me to see where he would place.
Shidou: Ok hot take, but this depends on how he plays right now on PxG. If both him and Rin have to be on the same field, there has to be some form of rule between them, as they constantly fight each other
These are some i have a hard time fitting into the next u20 team as regulars.

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Memory Transcription Subject: Vichak, venlil school principal
Date [Standard Human Reckoning]: 2136-10-23
I told my vice principal that I didn't come to this predator planet for a vacation, so I need some knowledge or study results to bring home. Johan, my possible future brother-in-law, suggested that I could perhaps observe a human school. Keristian, the human coordinator for the refugee apartment, assured me that he had contacted an elementary school and came up with a schedule. For now, he told me to familiarize myself with the amenities in the apartment.
Besides their blocky design, human apartments had the same general functions as venlil ones. The staff provided us with a stepping stool to account for the larger dimension of the furniture, but other than that it has all that we needed.
Well... we could use a full-body dryer.
I found some alien features too in the apartment, such as the artificial pond, which humans use for recreation. They call this activity 'swimming', something that translates into "moving in water". Their First Contact package insisted that they came from arboreal lineage. Yet, their movements in water betrayed a hidden skill. After considering it, it made sense in a way. The water in their world is teeming with life, and they would benefit from aquatic hunting skills.
Adjacent to this 'swimming' pond, the apartment also had a gym. We have gyms back in the home world, but here on Earth, a wide range of humans frequented them, not just their armed forces personnel. They perform a variety of body movements such as lifting and putting things back down or running on a conveyor belt.
Does this dedication to simulated hardship serve as a means to channel their inherited predatory aggression? They didn't turn themselves from savage beasts into civilized people without some way to temper that excess.
We expected to meet a lot of gojids in the apartment, but it felt sparser than I had imagined. Keristian explained that the gojids here had entered into employment within the Capital. A large number had secured work on the farms. Some had brought seeds from their homeworld, which they planted back in the camp. After the human experts determined it safe enough for Earth, they transplanted the sprouts to one of the farms around the city.
I wondered if any venlil plant species had established themselves on this foreign soil. After Timür explained the concept of invasive species, I realized that I misinterpreted their cautious approach as predatory territorialism. On the other paw, the unspoiled wilderness that I witnessed on my journeys to and from the camp made me appreciate the inherent beauty of preserving such a wild landscape.
Some other gojids chose careers in logistics, serving the complex system that kept the goods in the region moving. Right now, humans directed most of their effort into alleviating the ruined cities. Some of the gojids had even volunteered to help the human, despite the presence of arxurs in the affected cities.
For our last meal of the day, we had gojid dishes made out of earth ingredients. I have to admit that I have not tried gojid cuisine before, but it grew on me just like human cuisine did.
The midday heat on Earth felt milder compared to the scorching intensity of a Deep Day in Venlil Prime's sunward section. Unlike our homeworld, where night temperatures could plummet beyond freezing, Earth's night felt comfortable.
I spent my first night on Earth sitting on the rooftop garden of the apartment. The blanket of darkness that stretched all around us sparked feelings of unease. However, the glimmering towers of the Capital provided a comforting backdrop, their lights twinkling like terrestrial stars. One of the staff members commented on how the city's light pollution obscured all but the brightest celestial bodies.
The staff member was a human after all and would do insane human things like complaining about their city not being dark enough.
Nevertheless, humans did appreciate the necessity of artificial lighting. As night fell, we could illuminate our room with the voice command, a comforting alternative to the deep night outside. I shuddered at the thought of enduring a night in such complete darkness.
Yesterday, I decided to explore the downtown capital to familiarize myself before I visited the school today. Mom insisted on tagging along and Keristian wanted Sukma, his aide, to guide us. We wanted a self-guided exploration, so as a compromise, the human equipped us with wrist-worn devices. These gadgets allowed him to track our whereabouts and also functioned as a means of payment. While the coordinator insisted we needn't worry about finances, he explained a rough price guide to prevent any possible exploitation.
Humans, in stark contrast to the lone arxurs, put heavy importance on socializing. While we waited in the station, the rhythmic cadence of Bahasa, their local language, filled the air. Thanks to Vani's provision of a language model, I could comprehend their dialogues, and snippets of human conversations drifted toward my ears.
"Do you see those domba?"
"Shhh... don't call them that. But yeah... I thought we had just one here?"
"Maybe Vani's relatives came to visit?"
However, even with the additional language model, my translator couldn't decipher all of their voices. Vani informed me that Bahasa serves as a trade language for the region and they had a plethora of other tongues that our translation device has yet to have the data for.
Once aboard the train, the humans adopted a collective silence. Being surrounded by humans aboard the train felt daunting, but this discomfort came from me standing out in this setting. I would feel the same on any other planet inhabited by a different species, carnivorous or not.
When we came to the downtown station, we plunged right away into an endless sea of humans.
Timür's unapologetic display of his face had acclimatized us to humans. We learned to perceive them not as threats but as just xenos with weird faces. It also helped that the humans in our vicinity maintained a respectful distance. However, they almost always locked their curious gaze onto us, averting their eyes when they figured out that I noticed them from my peripheral vision.
Distinguishing individual humans posed a challenge due to their similar appearance, but I soon learned to note the distinctive fabric of their clothing and the accessories they adorned.
The bustling capital of Nusantara presented us with new experiences and opportunities to learn about human culture. Mom and I took full advantage of our time there, immersing ourselves in the vibrant atmosphere provided by the city.
We first stopped at a local market, a bustling hive of activity that operated around the clock. Here, we observed humans haggling over the prices of fruits and vegetables, inspecting textiles, and purchasing a bewildering variety of cooked foods. The rich aroma of exotic spices and prepared meals filled the air.
We had a pleasant experience in the market until we stumbled onto the flesh section. Mom caused some embarrassing commotion when she vomited at the sight of the flesh.
So we decided to visit something less challenging and found ourselves going to museums and galleries. The tour guides in each institution we came to explained the history of this island while showing a collection of historical artifacts and artworks. It offered a captivating glimpse into the ancient human civilizations that once inhabited this region, and their struggles and triumphs.
We decided to have our last meal of the day in the city. With many of the buildings crammed in the city center, the place we had access to the open air lay at the top of the building. We watched the sun setting on the horizon.
As we ate through a platter of addictive fritters, Mom said that we venlil did construct similar dense settlements. Her explanation surprised me at first, as I almost forgot that Mom used to work as a civil engineer. She then explained that dense arrangements for habitats like this only made sense in colonies that lacked land or breathable air.
Humans seemed to have other motivations. They prefer gathering close to one another, creating bustling metropolises to allow for large swaths of untouched land for their wildlife.
So today, having learned to navigate the urban labyrinth of the Capital, I bid a temporary farewell to my mother at the outskirt station. Her exploration of this city would take her further out, where she would visit one of the human agricultural facilities. On the other paw, my destination lay at the heart of downtown.
Once I arrived at the downtown station, I switched on my visual overlay, allowing it to project directional instructions across my visual field. It painted a pathway to my destination through the tunnels and covered walkways. The direction landed me in one of the city's gargantuan towers.
The visual overlay translated the name of the school in venscript. Since humans write horizontally, the resulting translation turns a quarter circle. The sign above the entrance says:
"State Elementary School #1"
Number one? I suppose in a city this big, they did need more than one school. Under the sign, I spotted a human figure standing. She waved her arms and I could tell that she had waited for me. When I got closer, I made out the warm and inviting expression on her face
"Hi, I'm Andin, and you must be Principal Vichak?" Her voice sounded melodious and soft for a human. The human clasped her hands in front of her and bowed.
"Hi Principal Andin, nice to meet you," I replied to her with the same gesture. "I can't wait to see your school."
"Excellent! Follow me," she said. Her billowy one-piece dress twirled around her when she turned around.
Andin led me through the lobby and toward a balcony overseeing the heart of this educational facility, an internal atrium spanning three stories in height. The humans embedded the school inside one of their superstructure, and due to the lack of outdoor space, this architectural feature provided a simulated outside area where young humans could engage in physical activity and socialize. A synthetic material replicating grass covered the atrium's floor. Simulated sunlight streamed projected from the ceiling bathed the area in warm daylight.
An assortment of colorful play structures and exercise apparatuses dotted the periphery of the atrium. I presume they provided the students with ways to release those predator energies. Balconies jutted out from each floor, giving educators an overview of the bustling space and enabling effective supervision during playtime. The classrooms and learning spaces surrounded the atrium. As we walked past, I noticed that several of the glass panes had turned opaque.
"I read from the sign that this is an Elementary School. How old are your students?"
"Our elementary school caters to students from the first through fourth grades, so they are between six to ten years old. However, we sometimes admit older students. For instance, we have a few twelve-year-olds in the fourth grade."
Something felt a bit off from her answer. "What's next for them after this?" I probed.
"After completing their time here, students move on to four years of middle school, followed by another four years of high school. During high school, they can choose a specialization before they move on to university."
Her response left me flabbergasted. "Twelve years of education?" I said in disbelief. "It takes a full twelve years to complete education here?"
"Uh... yeah. That's pretty much the standard timeframe for education all over the planet. Just... how long does it take for you to finish your mandatory education?"
"Seven years," I responded. "By the age of thirteen, kids can start two years of vocational school and most venlils started working at fifteen."
Andin's eyes widened, "Wait, you have children working full-time at fifteen?"
"No, they're not children. They're adults." I realized that humans might have different lifespans. "What's... your age of majority here?"
"In this country, people can vote at the age of seventeen. But in our local culture adulthood starts at twenty." Andin explained.
"Alright, maybe we have a different lifespan?" Andin suggested, echoing my thought. "What's the typical lifespan of a venlil?"
"The average life expectancy hovers around ninety years, although many people live past one hundred," I explained. I wonder if perhaps humans live much longer? I didn't expect predators to live long, but humans tend to defy the norm.
"We had the same lifespan," Andin admitted.
"Wait... what?"
"Maybe we have a different education system?" She suggested again. Andin offered me her pad. "Feel free to observe any class that interests you. Here you can see the schedule for today." The contents had been translated into Ventongue. It presented a timeline of various subjects that took place throughout the day.
As my eyes skimmed over the list, one caught my attention. "Can you explain physical education?"
"In this class, we teach children how to exercise." she explained, "In fact, a PE class should begin now."
An adult human arrived on the field, followed by human children chattering and making all sorts of kid noises. They sounded just like venlil juveniles. At the command of the teacher, the students aligned themselves into a tidy grid pattern. A rhythmic melody started to play, filling the atrium with an energetic ambiance. The teacher at the front began to move in sync with the music, demonstrating a series of actions that the children mirrored.
"What are they doing?" I asked, intrigued.
"They're warming up to prepare for the activity ahead."
They performed various movements, the fluidity and synchronization of which appeared almost like a dance to my venlil eyes.
Once the 'warm up' concluded, several large, blocky objects rolled into the atrium. With a series of arm gestures from the teacher, these objects positioned themselves around the area. Some expanded to form rudimentary structures complete with roofs, transforming the atrium into some sort of tiny city.
The children gathered in a circle. Following a brief, excited chatter, they each presented a hand, some with palms facing upward, others showing the backs of their hands. According to some unspoken rule, those showing the backs of their hands stepped back, causing the circle to contract. This ritual continued and I figured out that the group with the most members excused themselves until one kid remained.
"Ah, it seems they're playing 'Hide and Seek' today," Andin commented, watching the unfolding scene with a warm smile.
"Hide and Seek? What's that?"
"One child plays as the 'cat' while the others will play as the 'mice'," she explained, her expression turning somewhat hesitant. "Ah... perhaps this wasn't the most appropriate activity for you to observe."
My translator didn't quite capture the nuances of 'cat' and 'mice', but I gathered they referred to Earth animals. The child designated as the 'cat' stood in the center of the atrium, standing near a pole with their eyes covered, while the 'mice' scattered, seeking shelter behind the fabricated structures and blocks.
The 'cat' began a loud countdown. Upon reaching zero, they removed palms hands from their eyes and commenced their search. A realization struck me as the 'cat' started prowling around.
"This... is," I murmured, taken aback by the implication of the game. "You're simulating a hunt."
From time to time, the humans can't help but remind me that despite their friendliness and civility, they had a history as predators.
"Well... yeah, when you put it like that…" she paused. "But, the children didn't see it as a hunting simulation. I mean… I doubt that none of them will become a hunter when they reach adulthood. Most of us nowadays don't hunt."
"I understand." I looked down and the cat had found a mouse, chaos ensued as the two of them rushed to the pole. The mouse touched the pole first and laughed. "You humans do need an outlet for your aggression to maintain a civil society."
"What? No…" Said Andin. "We have Physical Education to encourage a habit of fitness."
"So, you don't feel the urge to get violent, sometimes?"
"Most of us don't. Those with that kind of urge receive treatments so they don't harm themselves or other people."
I looked down at the human children below. Despite their concerning activity, they looked like they enjoyed it.
"But if this display makes you uncomfortable, we can see other classes."
I looked at the pad, where another class intrigued me.
"You have an art class? In elementary school?"
"Yeah, it encourages creativity… you don't have art classes?"
"No, those with the aptitude will go to art colleges after they graduate from school."
"Oh…" She gave me a look that I think signifies pity? "Are there other things you don't see in Venlil school?"
"The English class seems interesting. I noticed that most of your people can speak in English when needed."
"Heh, that one is contentious." She chuckled. "English is waning now, and people proposed that we teach our kids Chinese, Hindi, or Swahili for the foreign language class. I take it… you don't have a foreign language class?"
"We do, but… like art school, you learn it at the university level, usually as part of a Foreign Relation Studies. Because foreign languages are spoken by other species."
"Interesting." Again, she gave me that concerned look. "So, do you want to see the art class or the language class?"
"Art class. I think."
"Sure, let's go," Andin said, guiding me down the stairs toward the art classroom.
Upon entering the room, chaos greeted us. An eclectic array of children's artwork adorned the walls, showcasing vibrant landscapes, portraits, abstract shapes, and depictions of what I assumed were various earth creatures.
"Ah, Principal Andin," the art teacher greeted us with an inviting smile as we entered. "And we have Principal Vichak as well!"
"Meet Harta, our art teacher," Andin introduced me.
The moment we entered the room, a sea of young faces turned towards us. It felt like a forest of eyes scrutinizing us.
"Children, say hello to our visitor today, Principal Vichak."
"Good morning, Principal Vichak!" They speak in harmony. The children then refocused on their tasks, their hands returning to their brushes and colored pencils.
Some students here worked alone, while others collaborated in small groups. In one corner, I spotted a screen displaying 3D artwork, sculptures made from what looked like recycled materials, clay, and even intricate artwork made of folded paper.
"Today we have a free-form class," Harta explained. "With your visit, I asked them to make something about our two species."
Several children gathered around a large screen at one end of the room, using it to sketch out their designs before replicating them on canvas. They drew scenes of humans and venlils with a level of technical skill and creativity that amazed me, considering the young age of these kids. In one section, busy children molded a piece of clay, their tiny hands trying to create something that looked like a venlil.
"But how do you evaluate their work?" I asked, confused. "And for that matter, how do you grade students in the Physical Education class?"
"In this school system, we don't include art and physical education to determine if a student has what it takes to continue to the next grade," Andin clarified.
"We do give individual feedback to each child," Harta chimed in. "We aim to ensure their personal growth and development, not just their academic achievement."
"Indeed," Andin asserted, her voice reflecting a sense of profound conviction. "The role of the school has evolved over time. These days, we don't work just as a hub for academic instruction, but as a second home where children learn essential life skills. We work hand-in-hand with parents to nurture these young minds, helping them develop into thoughtful and responsible individuals."
This notion brought back memories of my own school back on our homeworld. People would often refer to our school as a "nursery" due to our additional class on socializing and communication. I remember Renata, the human psychologist stationed in our homeland, said that my school had the basis of a well-rounded education. Here I learned just how more "rounded" we need to be.
Throughout the day, we ventured into different classrooms, each offering a snapshot of the subjects covered in human elementary education. The STEM classes felt lackluster by my standards. However, I soon appreciated their teaching approach which encouraged students to arrive at their conclusions.
On the other hand, the social studies and citizenship curriculum appeared more intricate, which made sense, given the complex social structures of the human race, a species as varied and divided as the primitive yotuls.
Midday brought a meal break, during which I had the chance to mingle with some of the other faculty members. I learned that a significant portion of the adults currently abstained from food and drink, on account of what they called the "fasting month". Andin observed the fast as well, but she kept me company in the cafeteria despite her abstinence from eating.
"Are you sure it's alright for me to eat while you're fasting?" I asked, somewhat.
"Of course," she assured me, her face warmed by a gracious smile. "Self-restraint is a fundamental aspect of being human."
Self-restraint, a quality I found woven into the fabric of human nature. Despite the invasion hurling their world into chaos, humans displayed remarkable restraint, refraining from lashing out in anger.
Post-meal, our educational exploration resumed. The sheer number of classes devoted to non-academic skills struck me. For instance, they had a class dedicated to environmental education, where they instructed young learners on how to care for their planet. Another class, called Health and Wellness, focused on areas such as hygiene, nutrition, safety, emotional well-being, and mental health. My visit coincided with a session of "meditation", a peculiar human practice to calm themselves. When I observed the children sitting in tranquil silence with eyes closed and serene music enveloping the room, I realized that they do have a method of quelling aggression, by nurturing a peaceful disposition.
The complexities of human pedagogical methods began to dawn upon me. The length of their educational journey lasted longer than ours because of this multifaceted curriculum. They didn't focus just on the injection of academic knowledge, but they also introduced human development in theirs. Even their academic lessons went beyond feeding students with facts and figures. Instead, they encouraged a more gradual learning pace that fostered independent thinking.
Such an extensive approach to education daunted me. Could we even implement such a model in our venlil school? Considerable obstacles lay on our path, given the expectations of parents and our society at large, who were accustomed to a quicker, more streamlined education.
In any case, my day reached its conclusion, and my time to depart came. When I bid her farewell, Principal Andin provided me with a binder filled with artwork created by the students, along with personal messages for me and the students back at my own school.
I had time to reflect and consider as I walked toward the downtown station. I recalled how Andin and Harta viewed the institution not as a place of learning, but as a secondary caregiver, working hand-in-hand with parents to nurture the holistic development of their young ones.
On my way to the station, my mother called. She informed me she would be coming downtown so we could share a last meal of the day together.
"How did the farm tour go, mama?" I queried, eager to hear about her day.
"It was enlightening," she replied, leaving me curious about her experience. "And what about your day?"
"Oh, mama," I began, a sense of excitement rising in my voice, "I had an extraordinary day."
Afterwords: Humans with their 22nd century education.
Somehow this is the longest chapter I have ever written. Also note on my update schedule. I'm posting update on every date divisible by 3. That means some updates can appear 96 hours later when the last post is on 30th and the month ends in 31st,

Note: Links are gonna be posted in the comments, apparently I am disliked by the deities of this website. Also trying out a different approach to editing, feedback appreciated.
Loyalty to the ASS (Actively-Shitposting-Scriptwriters) u/Saint-Andros & u/Killsode-slugcat is mandatory. I thank them for the assistance provided.

{The Snake and the Scrapper}

[3rd of June, 2224] - [Tajara, Serdanisk refugee]
“Welcome to Velatum, friends. Once again I shall remind you. This is not under the jurisdiction of any power, the Free Systems are a loose confederacy. Different planets, even regions, have different laws.”
The pilot was a Cornacchiaris, one of the species that my nation came into contact with.Then immediately went to war with.And what do you know? Nobody won. Actually, the only ‘winners’, technically, were the Free Systems.
The bastards managed to get their own little slice of paradise…that’s why I’m here.
I held my two vestigial arms together, while I held onto a support with my left arm. The ride was rather bumpy, due to the constant cloud-cover and storms that gave this planet its name. Apparently it meant ‘Veiled’ in a dead human language. Oh Well.
I had escaped the habitat I was hatched on to find myself a new life. The Free Systems was just that. Earth and Alari were both no-gos, even though they were all about freedom and equality, the underlying hatred for my species was ever-present. Idraxi was part of the Free Systems, but there was still some Sahlari presence on that planet. Velatum was the only choice for me, it was both populated enough to where it wouldn’t feel lonely, and empty enough to where I didn’t have to breathe someone else’s air every second.
The only downside was the damn clouds. I would be getting barely any sun, and my pale-green tail was going to need it.
The shuttle touched down, and the rear ramp opened, letting us leave the tin-can that is a standard Free Systems shuttle. My objective? A scrapyard owned by one James Walken, apparently the nephew of one of the humans first contact crew.
It was less of a scrapyard and more of a tinkering workshop, as he put it. Frankly, I couldn’t care less. I just need a proper job on this damn planet. ‘Least it isn’t mining.
After an hour of treacherous roads and privately owned infrastructure, I could finally see the sign: ‘Walken Workshop’, with the word workshop being written over what I believe said ‘scrapyard’.
I knocked on the side of the open door.
“Ah hello! Welcome to my workshop. I’ve got some UNO-Standard mags and sidearms on discount right no-”
“I’m here for the job.” I wanted to cut off his sales speech before it even started, but his speaking speed was impressive.
“Oh! You must be… Tajara?”
“Yes, that’s me.” The human was more excited than me, for some reason.
I guess he didn’t have many people working with him?
“Thank you for actually coming in, seriously. I was left on read by other people after they realized they wouldn’t work under UNO jurisdiction.”
“Happens often?”
“Yeah, it does. It’s not that bad here, you definitely have more freedom than in Orion, but I guess the pirates scare everyone away.”
Pirates? Oh fuck, I forgot about that.
“About pirates, what’s their activity around here?”
“Surprisingly little, they only go against UNO and Sahlari vessels, apparently the locals made a sort of privateer pact with them.”
That’s… good? That’s really good!
“That’s nice to hear, I imagine it doesn’t impact business that much?”
“The opposite, in fact. I get some pirate crews who want repairs or modifications to their weaponry and systems. Definitely not the cleanest business, but money’s money around here.”
“I understand.”
Decent enough income… Steady stream of business… Getting to tinker with alien tech? Dear Moons, this really is a paradise!
“Anyways, you didn’t send me a resume.”
Shit.
“That’s because… I didn’t… What in the stars is a resume?”
“Oh. You don’t have those? It’s basically a summary of your past experiences.”
“I kinda… ran away? I could tell you my past experiences?”
“And what are those?”
Don’t mention the military, don’t mention the military-
“Well I have extensive knowledge on the usage of chemicals for sanitary purposes, I am capable of safely handling and connecting high voltage cables-”
“You can clean and do basic wiring. Anything else?”
“No…” Moons, don’t kick me out, please!
“That’s fine. You can be an apprentice, I guess.”
Did he… did he say yes? He said yes! By the Moons, he said yes! I am indomitable-
“You will handle the cleaning first, though.”
Fuck!
“Right.. Right. When do I get started?”
“Is it okay for you to start right now?”
Fuck it, why not?
“Yeah, it is.”
“Great! Cleaning supplies in the back, third door on the right.” I immediately headed to the back, quickly identifying the door and gathering a… bucket and strange stick with very large hairs coming off of it?
“What is this?”
“Oh that’s a mop.” Wha-
He had appeared right behind me, somehow remaining perfectly silent and covering his metallic and oily sce- Metal and oil, that’s the entire atmosphere in this damn place! That’s why I couldn’t smell him!
“Do not scare me like that! What is a mop, and how do I use it?” I quickly shoved the mop into his hands and put my fists on my waist.
“You don’t have mops…?
“Apparently we don’t. What do you use them for?”
“Cleaning the floor?”
“You don’t get cleaning robots to do it for you?”
“Do I look like a guy who owns an army of roombas?”
Huh?
“What the fuck is a roomba?”
“Forget it, why do you not have any mops?”
“I was born on a habitat-station, human. We didn’t have the luxury of letting water evaporate freely.”
“Don’t ‘human’ me, snake. You haven’t even signed a contract yet, I can kick your as-tail out.”
This fucker. I turned, quick as lighting, and nearly smashed into this jackass.
“Listen here, James. Let me make it very clear. No, I didn’t sign a contract, and no, you wouldn’t be able to even get near me without me smashing your head in.” Was that too far? Fuck it, might as well go through with it.
“You waltz in, act like you want a job, then start shit with me-”
“An insufferable little shit, that’s what you are!”
James fell silent. Then he started smirking.
“You’re hired.”
What?
“Huh?”
“Can’t have an employee who can’t back up their words, welcome to the workshop.”
Is this human serious?
“I… don’t get it?”
“Neither do I. Now all you have to do, is pour that cleaning solution into the bucket with some water, put the mop inside, then start cleaning. Don’t drench it too much, though.”
As the human, James, went back to… whatever he was doing, I started actually cleaning the floor. After two hours, that floor was spotless. There isn’t even a ship's radiator as shiny as that.
“I… am the best janitor this side of the Systems.”
“Don’t get too cocky, now.” He appeared behind me, again.
“Oh fuck off!”

I have a gut issue that inhibits mineral absorption so i've been starting to take a lot of minerals as supplements while i sort my gut out.
I had been taking magnesium before bed but it makes my sleep AWFUL. Some nights i can't get to sleep, if i do my deep sleep (via tracker) is about 1/2 of what it should be.
I'm assuming that this is because i wasn't taking calcium alongside it. So i've started taking calcium. The calcium i have is 4 pills = 1g. I have Magnesium Malate where 2 pills = 400mg. That puts me pretty close to the 2:1 ratio. My thought is to take 2 calcium pills in the morning, 2 malate at lunch, 2 calcium in the evening. I'm too scared to put the magnesium before bed right now. Eventually i will probably do 1 calcium morning, 1 mag at lunch, 1 calcium before bed and shoot for 1/2 my dose from supplements and 1/2 from food. Does this seem reasonable?
My question is -- if it is indeed a calcium deficiency that was causing the magnesium reaction -- do i need to keep taking calcium and load my body up before re-introducing magnesium? Or can i just launch immediately into a 2:1 calcium:magnesium ratio? Thanks.

Hello,
Yesterday, I discussed an idea for a character, that I had, that I wanted to use to explore what it was like to be a child vampire in the world of darkness, but as it seemed that my idea would not fit well into most chronicles, I decided to try my hand at being a storyteller instead, and explore that with a group of other players, through my own chronicle.
Does this sound like it could work, or is it something that should never be done?
I thought this:
The coterie would consist entirely of small group of child vampires, who were all between 13 and 16.
The chronicle itself would be a dark take on a Peter Pan style story, set in the World of Darkness. Where the lost boys (and girls), are all vampires, who are cared for and looked after by a much older Malkavian who calls himself "Peter". Peter is ninth generation and was sired sometime in the 17th century.
Peter is eighteen, so he is on the border between being a child, and being an adult vampire, and these "kids" that he looks after are like replacements for his brothers and sisters that were stolen from him by his sire.
When Peter cannot resist the beckoning any longer, and does not return from a night's hunt, Peter's "children" are left to fend for themselves.
The chronicle would be for six players. All the players would be adults.
There would be a strict no sexualisation rule, considering the age of the characters, but everything else would be okay (it is still the World of Darkness of course).
So, it would be Vampire the Masquerade, still set in the World of Darkness, but from the perspective of child vampires., with all the burdens that go along with being a kid in that sense.
All the players would be playing a character who was embraced between the ages of 13 and 16, and they would all be between 11th and 13th generation.

Thanks
SF

My name is Alex and I’m 5’8 with brown eyes, black hair with an average build and a great personality.
I’ve been single for awhile now, and I’m beginning to lose hope in my ability to meet someone I actually like.
Dating is tough and finding the right person is even tougher. For me I just want to find someone who values love and support for your partner. Someone who wants to live and laugh and enjoy life.
I am an adamant believer in honesty and trust and would love to meet and build trust with someone. However I am no saint and nobody is perfect, and that’s what I value in someone our flaws are what makes us special.
Relationships are super tough and can be very scary. I want to take things slow or fast it really depends on the vibe of the person I meet. However If anything does come form this I value loving my partner more then anything and remaining loyal to them no matter what. I want to give affection and respect my partner. All I ask if for a chance. I don’t care about looks or race I just want love.
For more info on me and what I look like please don’t hesitate to dm me. I’m available most of the time. If you want to know where I live you must ask in dms.
Feel free to introduce yourself and share a photo if you please hopefully I meet some amazing people. Thanks for being so cooperative.

Note: I AM going to get professional help, but there's a 4 month wait time. So I'm just spending that time asking around on the internet.
So all my life, I've had some sort of severe anxiety disorder, and was diagnosed with Something (GAD? Social Anxiety? Idk, I just know it was referred to as Severe Anxiety) when I was a kid.
Ive had caretakers all my life so I just dont have access to that stuff cause they've sorted out all the doctors appointments (also I dont remember my childhood! So I dont remember what age or why I was diagnosed.)
But it is SEVERE anxiety. I could never participate in most things during school, especially things like P.E. Cause the second any sort of attention was on me I would just freeze
I can never do things while being watched. If there's the slightest bit of attention on me, I just cannot do things. If I'm alone in my room and I'm doing something I consider embarrassing, I regularly glance at my closed door to make sure nobody is watching
At my mum's funeral, all of my siblings stood up and talked at the front of the crowd, and I couldnt. I stayed sat with the rest of the crowd
Mundane things like going on a bus with my brother, I cant go first because I find it embarrassing to pick a seat. I will freeze until my brother walks in front of me and picks a seat for me
My entire teen years, from what little I remember, have been wasted. I didnt have the life everyone else did. I had no friends, I would only go places with my caretakers, the idea of going out and hanging with friends or doing things like going out alone was so foreign to me. I felt like such a little kid even at the age of 18. I dont know what its like to be independent, I never will
Even small things like the time my school teacher was handing out chocolate muffins to the class, and I didnt get one because I was too scared to nod my head yes, even though I wanted one so bad (just like Ive always wanted a normal social life lol!)
I spent all the time I wasnt in school cooped up in my house, knowing nobody except my caretakers. And being too scared to do anything remotely embarrassing around them, which includes things like . Tidying up when someone's in the same room, in case I was doing it wrong. Brushing my hair in case I was doing it Wrong. Drawing. Literally Anything and Everything!
I realized this last year I have an inferiority complex. I feel inherently below and unequal to those around me. If I found myself in a situation where me and someone else were to have a differing opinion, I'd disregard mine and assume the other person knew better
Everyone else knows better, I am inherently socially inept. It is an ingrained feeling of uselessness, inferiority, inequality, I am simply below those I talk to.
I also have an Extreme fear of criticism and rejection. Any sign of criticism I assume the other person hates me, and I cant see them the same way after that.
I only ever had one close friend and that was because she was someone so non judgemental that (after a LONG time of getting comfortable) I knew I could express anything to her. And we mostly shared the same opinions (and if we didnt, I just. Wouldn't bring it up out of fear. I remember one time we had differing opinions on something and I was genuinely trembling with fear LMAO)
I think, now that she's gone, that I'm going to die alone. I cant get close to anyone. My brain is too broken. I'm going to be too much for them.
I have a history of lots of trauma, neglect as a kid, abuse as a teen, trauma from people mocking or not taking my anxiety seriously, etc. I also have Selective Mutism, and didn't talk ONCE the ENTIRE time I was in school from when I was a kid to when I left at 17.
I consider my brain to be broken, and Ive always wondered if its something more severe than social anxiety.
I feel inherently different to others. In a bad way. Like they all live in a different world to me, one that I'll never know how to live in. Ive felt this way for as long as I've known.
I live with my current caretaker and though he's shown to be a non judgemental, caring person, I still struggle with the embarrassment of asking him to do stuff like help me make food. And after 8 months of living here, I STILL cannot knock on his bedroom door.
Im so tired. Ive always been tired. Ive never known a life where I havent been terrified to do Everything. Its looking like I'm getting better with my new, non abusive caretaker, but its going to take years to undo 23 years of constant extreme social anxiety
I cannot get a job. Not only will I continue to be mute the whole time (its not willingly, its like I cant get words out no matter how hard I try.) I know I wont be able to do it. Itll be like my school days, where I was too scared to do anything. I NEVER got over the fear of doing anything while being watched. My body freezes and I cant move. And my brain tries to pretend its elsewhere. Meanwhile the people watching just dont understand, because whatever theyre asking me to do is such a simple task. Like grabbing an item from across the room that they are Literally pointing at. Because I'm scared ill grab the Wrong thing. Ive heard "its not difficult, just do it" so many times. Im tired Also I'm terrified of authority lol
Does this sound like AVPD? Not asking for a diagnosis, not wanting to self diagnose. Looking for other opinions. Just wondering if its something worth bringing up to a professional.
You know what's even funnier? I probably wont be able to bring it up. I dont know HOW well im going to do in therapy. If I am too scared to participate in therapy, am I just doomed?
I'm even scared about posting this here. In case I look stupid or have somehow got the symptoms of AVPD wrong. Crazy how the brain works

So as the title states, my dad hired an asphalt company to re-do their driveway. He said it cost almost $5k, so you would expect this company to do a great job. Well, they come around to do the job and the job ended up not being done well. The asphalt ended up being cold, which within less than a month made the driveway start to warp significantly and cause pretty large cracks. (I'm also not an expert on this stuff, but I would imagine that this should not happen).
My dad calls the company and has them come out to look at the work, and the person who came agreed that the job was done poorly and he would pass along the information to the company so they would handle the situation.So my dad keeps trying to get in contact with the company, he's calling, texting, emailing to no avail and he mentions that if they don't do anything, he will take them to small claims court which he eventually did. He brought solid evidence of their lack of communication, as well pictures and proof of their shitty job and was able to get $3k. Then this asphalt company appealed the case and the judge of the appeal completely disregarded and gaslighted my dads proof and evidence, saying things like "it looks like the driveway is fine" and "are you an expert on driveways". The amount the company had to my dad is now lowered to $600!
Now he wants to get his money but he can't even get in contact with this company and they wont send him the money. I don't know much about the legal system but this seems way off.
Curious to see what kinds of unethical life pro tips can be done about this situation.
tl;dr: dad hires an asphalt company who does a shitty job. He tries to get them to fix the issues and they don't communicate with him so he takes them to small claims where he gets a good portion of his payment back and the company appeals the case. The judge in the appeal takes the side of the company and now the company only owes him a very small amount of money but he still can't get in contact with them and they wont send him the money.
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im 22f and i just graduated from university which i think should be considered pretty like. adult and independent but my parents treat me like im 12 years old or something but only when it’s convenient for them ?
for context i am pretty mentally ill and struggle with suicidal thoughts often and they don’t give a shit about that, they tell me to stop talking about it and that no one wants to hear it and i don’t have any reason to feel that way, my dad also threatened to dump water on me yesterday for bringing it up - basically my point here is they have no concern for my well-being when it comes to mental health
so now on the other hand ive made some friends in my city and been meeting up with them and going out more often which has been really nice for my mental health because it’s a lot harder when i am isolated alone at home - and every time i even mention that im leaving the house to my parents they interrogate me and grill me about where im going, what I’m doing, who im meeting, and insist on knowing all the details about said friends ; once i refused and my mom said she was going to follow me out to the car because “she had the right to know who i was talking to”. my dad says he’s “trying to protect me because that’s what parents do” because i mentioned that some of the friends happen to be men?? there’s also insane double standards with my brother like they don’t care where he goes or what he does
my dad also hates when i show skin even if it’s crazy hot out and implies stuff like tank tops are underwear (started being like that when i was like 16!!) and also hates me getting tattoos, he claims that looking at tattoos on MY legs “upsets” him
basically my parents are emotionally absent and helicopter parents at the same time and i don’t know what im supposed to do bc how am i supposed to enjoy being 22 like this !

As the post suggests. I'm trying to find cruising spots to meet my mutual guys up but I was wondering if anyone had any advice for places or tips and tricks? Any advice is appreciated. Just dm me!

John 6:

5 When Jesus looked up and saw a great crowd coming toward him, he said to Philip, “Where shall we buy bread for these people to eat?” 6He asked this only to test him, for he already had in mind what he was going to do.
7Philip answered him, “It would take more than half a year’s wages to buy enough bread for each one to have a bite!”

Philip failed the test. Andrew volunteered to say something:

8 Another of his disciples, Andrew, Simon Peter’s brother, spoke up, 9“Here is a boy with five small barley loaves and two small fish, but how far will they go among so many?”
10 Jesus said, “Have the people sit down.” There was plenty of grass in that place, and they sat down (about five thousand men were there). 11 Jesus then took the loaves, gave thanks, and distributed to those who were seated as much as they wanted. He did the same with the fish.

Did Andrew have some inkling that Jesus would perform a miracle with the boy's lunch?
The following is from Dottard:
The short answer is, we are not told. However, we should note the intent of the literature and force of the drama which was to contrast the response of Philip with Andrew (two men with conspicuously Greek names): - Philip focused on the size of the problem - responding to Jesus question about buying bread - Andrew focused on how small a contribution he had found.
Note that according to Ellicott, the fact that the "lad" or "boy" [παιδάριον used only in Matt 11:16 and John 6:9 - possibly meaning young slave] was the only person with any food - Ellicott speculates that the young slave had brought this in the hope of selling it. This, again, would make Andrew's response consistent with Jesus' question about where to buy food - Andrew found a seller but with very little to sell.
This is typical of other occasions: Philip is focused on goals (John 14:8) and Andrew is focused on spiritual realities and solutions, eg, John 1:41, 12:22, etc.
Thus, the contrast could be stated this way -
Philip: look at how huge the problem is - its hopeless!
Andrew: here is something, but it is not much
Thus, it is entirely possible that Andrew, not Philip, sensed that Jesus could do something with even their meager resources!

Hi Everyone. I am currently writing a book that is not directly related to police work, but I need to include scenes where there is a message on the police radio. I watched a lot of videos on youtube, read a few transcripts, but I'm still not sure how the communication would look like in a certain situation. We are talking about a situation in which officers sitting in a police car receive messages, e.g. a report that people have been found dead or injured and that a battle between two groups has broken out in a given place. What does the message look like and how do the police respond to it? Only one line for the dispatcher and one line for the officers. I don't want to make it up, I want it to sound real. If anyone could spare some precious time and help me with this, I would be very grateful. Thanks!

Imo nwh was a weak movie in terms of its plot. I was a huge Spider-man fan as a kid and I love all 3 Spider-men. I loved the fight scene, it was mind blowing, I loved the interaction between the three Peter Parkers, incredible, and I thought most of the fan service parts and the visuals in-general were cool. But the movie is so weak in terms of its plot, take away the unbelievably awesome fan service they were able to include and choreograph, and there's absolutely no plot in the movie.
The story starts off all fast paced, which would have been ok if they had done something with the tricky situation they place him in. I mean, the whole point of Spider-man using a secret identity is to protect his loved ones from villains. But the negative result of his identity being revealed is political and uninteresting instead of being life threatening or causing psychological harm; Peter and his family are safe from any physical danger. This feels like such a betrayal to the story arc the ending of the previous movie promised. In fact, by the time he finishes talking to the FBI and Daredevil, it's almost as if the events of the post credit scenes from the previous movie didn't happen and the inner conflict Peter faces of the politics of the whole situation having negative impacts on his family and friends' lives ignores all connections to the post credit scene of the previous movie.
For the record, I thought the whole Dr Strange and Peter spell scene was unrealistically illogical, in terms of how both characters were behaving; but that scene was intended to be comical, so I guess the value of that scene depends on your taste in humour, but personally I thought it was very irritating. When the villains start coming in, I thought his battle with Doc Ock and Green Goblin was pretty cool but I would like to point out that at this point in the movie the MIT problem had been pretty much solved with the MIT lady saying she will speak to the admissions people; so that weird main conflict the movie had been thus far following had already been resolved leaving the movie without direction. The direction of the movie then turned towards capturing the villains. When it came to capturing the Lizard, Sandman and Electro, the script was practically written as if it was just a normal chore Peter had to do before he back for home, there was no emotion (aside from the awe from fan service) because at this point the movie had no solid structure in the flow in the flow of its story. Aside from the fact that the villains are merely present in the movie and don't have a continuation of their character arcs from the spider-man and amazing Spider-Man movies, two things that I didn't like about the villains in the movie was Electro and Sandman. It's not just cause they rewrote Electros character that I thought his villain was weak in this movie, it's that this new electro doesn't seem to have any strong dark motive other than simply being evil and causing chaos; I mean I guess the wickedness of all the villains in the movie, at least in terms of the script, was pretty plain, but those characters characteristics had been pre established in the other movies, unlike the new electro, like—why rewrite a character if you're not even gonna give them character? Whenever I saw electro it just felt like the actor, Jamie Foxx's good acting was making a badly written character less boring. And with Sandman, I thought it was absolutely disrespectful to the original Spider-Man trilogy to just up and ignore the good-guy-at-heart character arc he had in Spider-man 3, and just like make him a plain villain with no motive other than to be evil.
I mean after this movie tries to spread a good message that is true to Spider-man's morals with his eagerness to help the villains and not just let them die when they head back. Though this is a good lesson and sensically follows Spider-man themes, the idea of bringing back these villains but focusing the movie on such a weird idea of trying to save these villains from going back to their timeline and dying seemed prosaically complicated and weird to me. I mean I would have wanted them to team up and for the writers to be more imaginative with the villains motives, but no... they just made it so bland, as if the presence of the villains served no greater purpose than good ol' fan service. To be clear, at least the way I see it, this where the overarching story in the movie begins, the moment after they capture all the villains and strange wants to send all of them back but Spider-Man disagrees. The weird thing for me is that story actually feels like it is about 5 superpowered beings that came into this universe from other universes where they were about to die, and Peter's morals are displayed when he sees good in them and doesn't wanna just send them back to die and there is inner conflict when he sees that these villains just wanna go and be bad; in this story the villains just HAPPEN to be the villains from the previous Spider-Man movies. And the gist of the story seen under this light is so boring and out right bad compared to a sensical story that would involve a crossover between the 3 live action spiderverses. For me, the dumbest part in the whole movie was when the villains go to Peter's house (I mean how anti climatic and uninteresting is that?) and they just up and decide that instead of being good they wanna be evil instead, and no kidding that's how deep they got into that stuff. The green goblin scene felt prosaic in the flow of the story, but what made it work was how well they directed that scene, and how genuinely mind blowing Willem Dafoe's performance was in the movie. So yes that scene was well done, despite not really fitting in the flow of the script, but what was again dull was Aunt Mays death, I get the plot twist of Aunt May dying instead of uncle Ben and all, but her death didn't feel connected to anything that happened before this point in the movie, it felt like an executive decision to get more people invested in this Spider-Man, yes it is a plot twist, but there was no spirit in its execution in the story.
After that the movie gets better though, with the 3 Peters talking and the downright spectacular fight scene at the end; these are the only parts in the movie I truly liked (that being said I loved the Peter interaction scenes mainly because of the fan service) cuz I mean that 3 Spider-men swinging was AMAZINNNNG. And one of the most poignant Spider-man scenes for me was when Gwen Stacy fell down that clock tower, seeing the amazing Spider-Man find some redemption in himself regarding that death touching.
The ending was surprising, I never imagined they would incorporate an isolated Spider-man in a movie, but they did, and the ending was well directed. BUT... I didn't like it, at least, I didn't like seeing that after THIS movie. If it was a good movie that follows a solid story following Spider-man's identity being revealed (which follows life threatening implications instead of political ones) and how he learns responsibility from THAT instead of learning it from some dumb saving-villains-story-arc, only THEN would that exact same ending have been great for me. Also I have no complaints about the fight scene, but I do really wish they included character arcs for both the villains and Spider-men.
I remember after watching the movie in the theatre thinking to myself this movie was so bad, the reviews have to be bad, but then at the same time also knowing what modern marvel fans are like and their inhumanely positive reception of fan service. I was astonished to see exactly how great people thought this movie was, that I felt had an immensely weak plot that I was disappointed by, cuz I was hoping for a proper crossover story and a better story for the whole identity revelation thing. I was so surprised that this movie had become the 6th (I think that was it) highest grossing film. But I mean it's all based on my taste in the day. I meant all the negative things I said about the movie, but I don't take that as the truth, so I'm open to rebuttals and your opinions on these thoughts I had and any confusions you have of anything I said.