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Translated by ChatGPT: Hello Guardians, this is AION2. The details of the scheduled maintenance update on April 8 (Wed) are as follows. Please refer to the information below. # [Game Content & Systems] # ■ Expeditions • Added a new Expedition: “Phantom Corridor,” Exploration / Conquest (Normal, Hard) * After defeating the final boss in the new Expedition, the obtained “Mysterious Od” has a higher chance than existing “Shining Od” to produce higher-tier Od • Kinah obtained from Expedition – Exploration is changed to “Sealed Kinah” • Kinah obtained from “Krau Cave,” “Drauberneil,” “Unuku Canyon,” “Bacron Sky Island” Exploration/Conq...

Three days ago, a subscriber sent me a USB drive. No note. No return address. Just a black flash drive in a bubble mailer. I almost threw it away. Now I wish I had. Because the first file on that drive was a photo of my bedroom… taken ten minutes before I opened the mailer. And the second file? A video of someone whispering my name from inside my closet. The same closet I’m looking at right now. This is not a story. This is evidence. The package arrived on a Tuesday. I remember that specifically because Tuesdays are when I film my reaction videos. The ring camera alerts me to deliveries, but I usually ignore them until I break for lunch. This one was different. The mailer was small, ye...

Three days ago, a subscriber sent me a USB drive. No note. No return address. Just a black flash drive in a bubble mailer. I almost threw it away. Now I wish I had. Because the first file on that drive was a photo of my bedroom… taken ten minutes before I opened the mailer. And the second file? A video of someone whispering my name from inside my closet. The same closet I’m looking at right now. This is not a story. This is evidence. The package arrived on a Tuesday. I remember that specifically because Tuesdays are when I film my reaction videos. The ring camera alerts me to deliveries, but I usually ignore them until I break for lunch. This one was different. The mailer was small, ye...

Three days ago, a subscriber sent me a USB drive. No note. No return address. Just a black flash drive in a bubble mailer. I almost threw it away. Now I wish I had. Because the first file on that drive was a photo of my bedroom… taken ten minutes before I opened the mailer. And the second file? A video of someone whispering my name from inside my closet. The same closet I’m looking at right now. This is not a story. This is evidence. The package arrived on a Tuesday. I remember that specifically because Tuesdays are when I film my reaction videos. The ring camera alerts me to deliveries, but I usually ignore them until I break for lunch. This one was different. The mailer was small, ye...

Three days ago, a subscriber sent me a USB drive. No note. No return address. Just a black flash drive in a bubble mailer. I almost threw it away. Now I wish I had. Because the first file on that drive was a photo of my bedroom… taken ten minutes before I opened the mailer. And the second file? A video of someone whispering my name from inside my closet. The same closet I’m looking at right now. This is not a story. This is evidence. The package arrived on a Tuesday. I remember that specifically because Tuesdays are when I film my reaction videos. The ring camera alerts me to deliveries, but I usually ignore them until I break for lunch. This one was different. The mailer was small, ye...

Three days ago, a subscriber sent me a USB drive. No note. No return address. Just a black flash drive in a bubble mailer. I almost threw it away. Now I wish I had. Because the first file on that drive was a photo of my bedroom… taken ten minutes before I opened the mailer. And the second file? A video of someone whispering my name from inside my closet. The same closet I’m looking at right now. This is not a story. This is evidence. The package arrived on a Tuesday. I remember that specifically because Tuesdays are when I film my reaction videos. The ring camera alerts me to deliveries, but I usually ignore them until I break for lunch. This one was different. The mailer was small, ye...

Three days ago, a subscriber sent me a USB drive. No note. No return address. Just a black flash drive in a bubble mailer. I almost threw it away. Now I wish I had. Because the first file on that drive was a photo of my bedroom… taken ten minutes before I opened the mailer. And the second file? A video of someone whispering my name from inside my closet. The same closet I’m looking at right now. This is not a story. This is evidence. The package arrived on a Tuesday. I remember that specifically because Tuesdays are when I film my reaction videos. The ring camera alerts me to deliveries, but I usually ignore them until I break for lunch. This one was different. The mailer was small, ye...

Three days ago, a subscriber sent me a USB drive. No note. No return address. Just a black flash drive in a bubble mailer. I almost threw it away. Now I wish I had. Because the first file on that drive was a photo of my bedroom… taken ten minutes before I opened the mailer. And the second file? A video of someone whispering my name from inside my closet. The same closet I’m looking at right now. This is not a story. This is evidence. The package arrived on a Tuesday. I remember that specifically because Tuesdays are when I film my reaction videos. The ring camera alerts me to deliveries, but I usually ignore them until I break for lunch. This one was different. The mailer was small, ye...

Three days ago, a subscriber sent me a USB drive. No note. No return address. Just a black flash drive in a bubble mailer. I almost threw it away. Now I wish I had. Because the first file on that drive was a photo of my bedroom… taken ten minutes before I opened the mailer. And the second file? A video of someone whispering my name from inside my closet. The same closet I’m looking at right now. This is not a story. This is evidence. The package arrived on a Tuesday. I remember that specifically because Tuesdays are when I film my reaction videos. The ring camera alerts me to deliveries, but I usually ignore them until I break for lunch. This one was different. The mailer was small, ye...

Hey Berliners- I’ve noticed the supply of quark at 3 of my go-to Rewes (and local Lidl) has been non-existent for about 2-3 weeks. I’ve read about shortages across Europe because of the protein craze but wonder if this is an isolated issue. Does anyone have a grocery store with reliable quark supply? This stuff is my lifeblood!!!

Pain, I learned, was not a storm. It was water. It found the smallest cracks, slipped under locked doors, settled into the floorboards, and waited. Truth behaved the same way. It could be delayed, but never kept out forever. The cruelest thing Arthur Whitmore ever did was smile when he erased me. It happened three weeks after my husband, Daniel Whitmore, filed for divorce in Dallas. I was still carrying a folder full of probate documents and custody papers. My son, Eli, who was six then, sat in the leather chair outside Arthur’s office swinging his sneaker against the wood paneling while I listened to his grandfather tell me that the future I had built with my own hands did not belong to...

This game can get quite difficult. It has a steep learning curve (as most games do) and beating the computer, especially when they're given bonuses, can make this game feel impossible (or at least it did for me). I mildly enjoyed this game, I think the earlier stages for the gold were the most fun, and trials 4&5 got a little miserable, but overall I'd say it was a good game. If you're like me and are struggling, maybe at the beginning stage, or maybe you're unable to beat trial 5, here are a few strategies I used and maybe you'll learn something useful. There is some information already out there but I wanted to consolidate everything I knew to make it a bit...

Earlier this year I decided to reconnect with my past self for a number of reasons, but chief among them was that I used to be happier. That’s just the truth of the matter. In an effort to do so, I’ve rediscovered my love of animation and anime. I started an anime discussion club with some coworkers and friends, started collecting manga again, and—as is apparent from this log—even started watching new shows again. In the case of *Witch Hat Atelier*, it was a bit of a happy accident. To fund my manga collection, I’ve been selling off some parts of my retro gaming collection that I don’t really play anymore. In doing so, I’ve had to buy quite a bit of packing and shipping mater...

Bought this at my local nail supply store. Haven't used it yet but just curious if anyone it there has? This is my first Gel X kit 😍 Thought it came with full coverage nails but that's OK. I'll buy some.

Hello, I was hoping I could get some opinions & advice as a newbie injector who’s been researching this page for a few months now. I’m also a year away from graduating with a healthcare degree so I do have previous knowledge about anatomy, sterile technique, injections etc. Ive also been watching Tim Pearce videos and have had many appointments previously with my injector so I do have an idea of where to inject on the frontalis & masseter from watching her work on my face. I have my cart full on ac3some and im almost ready to pull the trigger but first I just wanted my plan for injecting tox & fat dissolver enzymes to be looked over by more advanced eyes lol....

I set out on the Arizona Trail during the autumn of 2024 unsure of why I was there. Perhaps the journey had been spurred on by nothing more than the desire to take a long walk — to listen to the morning birdsong and evening howls of coyotes, to clamber up mountains and across cacti-filled deserts, to dwell in the midst of a landscape and become enveloped by it. Six weeks later, as I approached the monument marking the trail’s southern terminus at the border with Mexico, it had become more than the lonely jaunt I had initially envisioned. The hike had become about the people I had the joy of sharing the experience with: the games of billiards, the splitting of laundry soap squares, and th...

I set out on the Arizona Trail during the autumn of 2024 unsure of why I was there. Perhaps the journey had been spurred on by nothing more than the desire to take a long walk — to listen to the morning birdsong and evening howls of coyotes, to clamber up mountains and across cacti-filled deserts, to dwell in the midst of a landscape and become enveloped by it. Six weeks later, as I approached the monument marking the trail’s southern terminus at the border with Mexico, it had become more than the lonely jaunt I had initially envisioned. The hike had become about the people I had the joy of sharing the experience with: the games of billiards, the splitting of laundry soap squares, and th...

**Afew Things First** This Write-up is setting agnostic, having no definitive setting & is just a fun little WorldBuilding exercise. And to act as a template to build off of and modify. Being born from another post discussion where werewolf diets and the idea of werewolf food culture just stuck in my head and got me thinking more into it. This write up is built on the idea of werewolves being their **own species of lupine shapeshifters**, not cursed humans who turn into wolf monsters under the full moon. These cursed werewolves getting their own write up later. The assumed setting these werewolves inhabit being generic fantasy world, but can be modified to fit other settings as wel...

People tend to meet essential oils through scent first. A diffuser on a nightstand, a dab of lavender on the wrist, the clean bite of peppermint in a chest rub. Because smell feels gentle and familiar, it’s easy to assume the liquids behind those aromas are equally gentle in every context. The internal use of essential oils sits right at that intersection of familiarity and chemistry, and it deserves more than a quick yes-or-no answer. It’s not inherently reckless, and it’s not inherently safe. It’s a high-concentration chemical exposure route, and whether it makes sense depends on what the oil is, why you want to ingest it, the dose, the formulation, and the person taking it. Essen...