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2021.05.06 10:25 septicsam110 I was part of a scientific study of the human mind, and I walked away a broken man (Part 2)
Link to part one: https://www.reddit.com/nosleep/comments/mpcj4v/i_was_part_of_a_scientific_study_of_the_mind_and/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3
Day 9 came, and I was ready for whatever they had to throw at me. At least, that's what I had thought. Fear is an interesting emotion; it is our brian's way of detecting danger and triggering fight or flight. However, fear can be triggered without any real danger being present. This is where phobias come from. And on that day, they played with each of our fears, one by one. God, I feel like Johnathan Crane from Batman, talking like that...
Anyway, the way that day worked was that each of us was standing in line in front of a steel door with a guard to escort us inside when it was our turn. Inside, they said, was our second to final task for this study, before we all got paid and went home. I knew better, however. If we didn't die from this task, we were sure to die in the enlightenment. The morning before that, I had been given a shit ton of pain killers and morphine to help with the searing pain in my whole body, and wrapped my torso and leg twice, for whatever reason. While I stood in line, the first subject walked in and had the door locked behind them.
Thomas stood in front of me in line while I told him everything I was told last night. "You're not joking, are you? This is really a cult and we're going to die?" he said, almost whimpering. It was unlike him to be afraid, even during yesterday's tasks. A guard then yelled at us. "Hey! No talking!" We nodded before going back to our conversation. "Not necessarily; I have a plan to escape." I then told him my plan, and he whipped around to face me. "Are you fucking stupid or just special? No way can work!" His voice was raised, but still a whisper, so as not to alert the guard. The guard still saw Thomas turned around and began walking towards us. "What the fuck did I say about talking?!" He then grabbed both of us and threw us to the front of the line, making me next to do the fear task.
Eventually, the poor person who walked in first came out looking like they had just seen a ghost. They shuffled away with a thousand-yard stare as the guard shoved me inside and closed the door behind me. I heard a familiar metallic thunk as the door locked and a voice came from an unseen intercom. The voice was distorted to mask the identity of the speaker, but I knew it was Samuels. "That's strange, you weren't scheduled to be next. Ah well, no worries. Please step forward and take a seat," the voice said and I did as I was told.
There was a metal table and chair, similar to the one in the Russian roulette room. I pulled the chair out from the table and sat down, trying to take in my surroundings, but all I saw was a blank cement room, covered with water stains and mold, a two-way mirror in front of where I sat, and two large wooden doors with a light of the familiar yellowish-green color emanating from the space at the bottom, on my right and left side.
The doors looked ancient and similar to those you would find in a medieval castle, with a large metal ring for a doorknob. There was a loud beep from the intercom and I shot my attention forward, towards the "Before we begin, we would like to review some of your answers from the interview process. Do you understand?" 'It's not like I have much of a choice, in the matter...,' I thought to myself before nodding my head in agreement. The review wasn't too long, so I'll type what was said, to the best of my memory.
"First, can you confirm your name is Alex McConnel?" "Yes." "And you were born on August 19th, 1998?" "Yes. You guys already know this shit, so can we skip the foreplay and get to the questions already?" There was a pause before the distorted, nearly demonic voice came back. "Can you tell us all of your biggest fears? You don't have to say the technical name if you don't know." I felt like they were asking this to find out what to use to scare me for the task and I wanted to lie and throw off their results, but I knew they had my real answers on paper, so there was no point.
"I'm scared of heights, pain, deep bodies of water, God, spiders, and-" They cut me off before I could finish as if I had just told them the location of the holy grail. "Did you say you're afraid of God, Mr. McConnel?" "Yeah, I'm scared of religion and the idea of God." "Why are you afraid of religion and God, Mr. McConnel?" This was just the first question and I was already getting irritated. "First of all, quit calling me Mr. McConnel. My name is Alex. Call me Alex. Second, you ass holes know why. You have my answers from the interview and I wouldn't be surprised if you had records of my childhood and family; I'm a gay man who grew up in a Roman Catholic family. Take a wild fucking guess as to why I'm afraid of religion and God."
Another pause. These jerks were enjoying getting a rise out of me with these questions and I could tell. "Do you have any other fears?" "Yeah, I was going to tell you, but you cut me off. I'm also scared of death." "What do you mean by death? Do you mean the idea of dying or death itself?" Finally, they were asking understandable questions. I hadn't explained that to them in the interview. "Just the idea of dying, since I don't know if there's an afterlife. I'm scared to die. Then again, aren't we all scared to die?" "That's a fair point, Mr. McConnel." And just like that, they were back to getting a rise out of me. I didn't say anything, however. I wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of getting a reaction from me. This was a skill I had developed, growing up, and I was rather good at it."That was all we needed to confirm. We can begin your task now, Alex."
The voice then explained what was going to happen and what I needed to do. They instructed that I was going to be put through seven mini-tasks and my job was to accomplish them no matter what. These tasks were calibrated to my fears by an artificial intelligence and high-tech operating system of mechanics, that had been created for torturing prisoners in Guantanamo but had been discarded by the government due to human rights violations, and a shapeshifting creature that was in Room 5, from yesterday's task, capable of telepathy and reading one's deepest fears and desires. I was told to throw any morals I had away, for the sake of finishing this task and that failure to do so would result in a forfeit of the 200k and I would be terminated on the spot. I knew this was an empty threat because Samuels had called me 'the promised one', but that didn't make it any less terrifying or real in my subconscious mind.
I was then instructed to enter the door on my left and that I would be exiting through the door on my right, when or if I finished all seven tasks. After which, I would be questioned again before being released to go back to my room for the rest of the day. I then got up and walked over to the large wooden door on my left. I stood in front of it, studying the door closely for no particular reason other than buying myself time before I had to walk in. I could feel my legs shake and sweat begin to form on my body. There was a loud beep from the intercom and I realized I was out of time. I had to either enter or risk the unknown consequences sure to come if I wasn't going to be terminated. I slowly opened the door with a loud creak, as the hinges moved and the wood scraped the roof of the door frame and walked inside.
Inside, the room appeared to be similar to the room behind me; there was still mold and water stains with a two-way mirror on the wall behind me, next to the door. The only and main difference being the confession booth on the far end of the room. I didn't know if this was the doing of the shapeshifter or the AI, but I found its detail highly impressive, either way. The intercom came on and I could hear a faint whisper remark how intriguing the results were before it instructed me to enter the booth.
I did so, and sat down, before hearing the door to the booth next to me open and shut and something sit down inside. My heart began racing; I had entered the room alone and no one else was inside. Who was this person I was to confess to? I then heard the intercom outside tell me to speak to the being next to me. I was reluctant to, at first, since I hadn't done a confessional since I was 14, but I did as I was told.
"B-bless me father...f-for I have sinned..." I heard the thing breathe a sigh of what sounded like disappointment before it spoke. "How long has it been since your last confession, my son?" "N-nine years...almost to the day, I believe." "And what is your sin, my child?" I swore that I recognized the voice speaking to me, but I couldn't remember where I had heard it. "I can't say, father. It's been so long since I last confessed. I have committed many sins in the eyes of Christianity, since then." "What do you mean by in the eyes of Christianity? Do you believe that the sins you've committed are not bad or wrong?"
I suddenly remembered where I recognized the voice from, and the realization hit me like a cement truck; it was my dad's voice. I was confessing to my own father, who had beat me and abused me for my whole life, just to try and "make me better" and "beat the gay out". I felt myself start to have a panic attack and tears began streaming down my cheeks.
"N-no, father...I don't think what I have done is wrong." "Then what are your sins? If you don't believe them to be wrong, you should have no problem confessing them to your father." The tears were beginning to soak into my lap, as I silently cried. I knew this wasn't real and my dad wasn't actually here, but that didn't make it any easier. When I came out to my real dad, when I was 14, by telling him I had a crush on one of the boys I was friends with, he screamed at me that I was going to hell and that I was a disgrace to god and my family and proceeded to send me to conversion therapy, after beating me with a bible. There was no way in hell I could tell him that I had a boyfriend and was planning on marrying him. Yet, I had to, else I suffer a worse fate. "I....I-I have found love with another man. I have also had relations with him, out of wedlock..." I heard as his teeth tightened and his voice turned to a growl.
I tried to look through the veil between us, but it was too dark to see through. "....is that all, my disgrace of a son? Or are there more disgusting acts against god you'd like to confess?" There was indeed more, but I couldn't find the strength to tell this thing pretending to be my dad. The intercom came on again and uttered only one word before going silent; confess. "I'm also a former alcoholic. I've been clean for 11 months now, but I began drinking as a coping mechanism for the trauma you put me through, you piece of shit." "What the fuck did you call me, you little bitch?!" He and I were both pissed. I started to feel really good, talking back to my dad and standing up for myself for once.
"A piece of shit. Because you never loved me, as a kid. Even before I came out to you, you never liked me. You fucking despised me, but you never laid a hand on me. You just made me feel like shit until you got the excuse to beat the gay out of me, all in the name of god. Well, you know what, asshole? My last sin to confess is that I fucking hate you and I hate God. I don't accept Jesus as my savior and I don't accept you as my father. And for that, I'll gladly go to hell, and ill meet you there, you son of a bitch..."
There was a moment of silence, before he spoke again, angrier than before. "You fucking f\****! How dare you talk back to me! You are a fucking disgrace and I hope you burn in hell for eternity. Do you know how much this breaks your mother's heart?! To see her son stray so far from God that he no longer accepts him in his heart?!" "No, what broke mom's heart was watching her husband beat her son for something he couldn't control! And I tried so fucking hard to find a connection with God, I prayed to him every night, but I never got an answer. God was never there for me and I fucking hated him for that."* There was a moment of silence between us, where we both huffed angrily and thought about what to say next. I took a deep breath to try and calm myself down, but by doing so, my anxiety and fear only skyrocketed again. *"Look...Dad, I-" "Don't fucking call me your dad. You are not my son and I'm not your-"
"Can you just shut the fuck up for 30 goddamn seconds?! I'm trying to say I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I couldn't be the son you wanted me to be, and I'm sorry that I said those mean things, but this is who I am, and it's your job to love me unconditionally, as your child."* I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down, again. I was done with the first step of my task and could move on to the next room. "I fucking told you; you're not my son and I'm not your dad. How could I be a father to such a god-forsaken bitch of a man?" "Dad-" "Get the fuck out....right now." I heard what sounded like a gun cocking, as he spoke. I went to say something else but decided to leave instead. 'If he wants to shoot me for speaking, then I'm done talking. I've said my piece.' I thought this to myself as I walked out of the confession booth. I stopped and turned back towards the booth and stood in front of the booth my "dad" was in.
There was suddenly a gunshot and I fell backward in shock and confusion. I checked myself but didn't find any bullet wounds. The door didn't appear to have any holes, either. I then realized that my dad wasn't aiming for himself. 'No...nonononononono' I thought to myself, as I ripped the door open, to find what appeared to be my dad's dead body, lying limp in his seat with the gun hanging in his hand. Half of his face, from his bottom right jaw to his forehead, was completely gone. Tears fell from my cheeks, as I realized that I had pushed him to do this, whether it was real or not. Blood dripped from the ceiling of the booth and the wall behind him, as I stared at the mangled mess that was once my father.
However, I noticed that there was no blood coming from the wound; it looked dried and leathery like he had been dead for a while. His body suddenly jolted to life, as I fell backward in horror and shock. 'There's no way...,' I thought as I scrambled to get up and reach the next door, but I couldn't look away as the dead body of my father began walking towards me. "Do you see what you made me do, you little bastard?" He aimed the gun at me and shot, the bullet landing night next to me and creating a small hole in the concrete floor. "Everything is your fault, f\****! Including my death!"* He shot again, this time, hitting the space between my legs and nearly hitting my inner thigh.
I finally got footing, quickly jumping to my feet, and ran for the door. I pulled on the handle with all my might, but the damn thing was stuck. "Damnit, come on! Open you stupid-" I was cut off by the thing pretending to be my dad screaming again. "You watch your fucking language, boy! God is listening!" Another bullet landed nearby, this time lodging itself in the door, right by my head. I pulled harder, putting all of my weight into opening this damn door. It finally budged just enough to leave a space wide enough for me to squeeze through. I had nearly gotten all the way through the door when I heard my dad scream again.
I turned to look at him and saw he was just a few steps away from me. I could see the rifling of the barrel, as he screamed one last thing and shot at me again. "Who would possibly love someone who killed their own father?!" I fell through the hole and into the next room, barely dodging the bullet as it landed where my head once was. The door then shut on its own and I didn't hear anything else from the thing in the previous room. I took a moment to catch my breath, before moving on to the next part of my task.
I'm not going to spend as much time on the next 5 steps, so I'll just highlight what happened. After getting shot at by my dad's dead body, I was ordered to fight with an enormous spider, the size of a large dog, to the death. Needless to say, I won the fight and killed it, but I peed myself while doing it, making my pants smell and the rest of the steps uncomfortable as hell. Next, I had to submerge myself in a tub of water with no bottom that I could see. I was ordered to go under and stay submerged for at least one minute and stay inside the tub for five, making it six consecutive minutes in the tub. This one didn't sound too bad until I got in and realized that a giant eel-type sea creature was swimming around below me.
I spent the first bit above water, trying not to pay attention to the thing stalking me under the water. I was then ordered to go under and hold my breath. I refused at first, but when I saw the door from the previous room open and millions of baby spiders crawling towards me, I shot myself straight down and started counting down from sixty and holding my hands on the sides of the tub for a quick escape. I got down to 25 before I opened my eyes after making myself think it was right in front of me. I looked around, but I couldn't see it until I looked down and saw it still stalking me. However, it had gotten closer and I could see the spines on its back and the row of sharp teeth on its lower jaw. At five seconds, it suddenly began swimming straight up at me, and I forced myself to stay in the tub until the time was up and I hastily climbed out of the tub, barely missing its jaws.
In step four, I was waterboarded by two masked guards who asked me impossible questions like the meaning of life, what happens after death, and the worth of a human soul. I was able to get through this, though, because I had convinced myself that I wasn't really drowning and stayed silent until they stopped, even though my lungs were screaming in pain as water entered them. In step five, I opened the door to see I was standing on a cliff ledge, looking down at clouds. Before I could really understand what was going on, the door slammed shut behind me and the ledge began retracting. Anxiety flooded my brain as I tried uselessly to back away from the edge towards safety, but, before long, I had run out of space to stand and began falling through the clouds, toward the earth and my imminent death. The second before I hit the ground, however, the simulation ended and I landed on an old mattress hard enough to knock the wind out of me.
After I caught my breath, I opened the door to step six, leading me to an impossibly large room with a cult seance happening in front of me. I was ordered to watch as they sacrificed a goat and summoned a demon. It emerged from the ground, crawling inhumanly, and began coming towards me at ungodly speeds. I ran for the door but was ordered to halt by the intercom, but I kept running for the door. Just before I could reach the next door, the demon caught me and began slashing at my stomach. This too turned out to be a simulation, but the pain was very real; I could still feel the pain in my stomach from the thing carving at my insides, long after it was over. I was barely able to crawl to the next door and enter the last step, but the idea that the nightmare was nearly over kept me going. The last step will forever be seared into my mind, no matter how much I try and forget it.
When I entered the 7th and final room, I was fully expecting to see yet another horrific sight or monster awaiting me. Instead, standing in the center of the cement room was my boyfriend, Elliot. "Babe!" Tears fell down my face as I sprinted towards him and threw myself into his arms, knocking him back slightly. "I m-missed you so m-much!" "I know you did, sweetie boy. I missed you too." He and I took a moment to just hold each other while I cried into his shoulder. "This place is awful! You have to leave! They've done terrible things, here! You have to-"
Before I could get another word in, two new guards stormed in and forcefully separated us. "What the hell is this?! What's going on?!" Elliot screamed at the guards as one pushed me away and handcuffed me, while the other did the same to Elliot. We were both put on our knees, facing each other; I was placed in the center of the room while Elliot was placed against the wall. I was confused about what was happening until a third guard came into the room and walked towards Elliot carrying a baseball bat; they were about to execute my boyfriend right in front of me.
"Wait... no no no no, wait one second. Don't do this! Don't hurt him!" I screamed my pleas to the guard carrying the bat. Elliot only looked on in shock and horror, not saying a word. I saw as tears fell down his cheeks, looking at his soon-to-be executioner. "Don't you fucking touch him! I swear to fucking god, I'll kill every last one of you fucks if you so much as touch him!!!" I meant every word of what I said as I screamed and begged for my boyfriend's life. The guard laid the bat on Elliot's shoulders as if he was aiming his first swing like a golfer.
"Kill me instead! Spare him, but kill me instead! Please! IM FUCKING BEGGING YOU!!!" The guard raised his bat above his head. "No no no no no no no, don't do this! Please don't fucking do this!" Elliot looked at me, tears still falling from his eyes. "I love you, Alex. Don't forget that." And with that, the guard took his first swing; hitting him on the top of the head and sending him falling to the ground. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
The guard kept hitting him over and over again, seemingly smiling wider and wider with each strike. The guard standing next to me kept me from running to Elliot or looking away, forcing me to just sit and watch while tears flowed heavily from my eyes. I screamed and cried out in pain as I watched the love of my life get beat within an inch of his life. After what felt like an eternity, the guard finally stopped and left Elliot alone. His face was barely recognizable, as it had been basically beaten in, and I could hear him wheezing and gasping for air. There was blood everywhere and it didn't stop coming out of him.
I was silently hoping he would bleed out and die peacefully, rather than be beaten more. I could barely breathe since I was choking on my own tears and my throat hurt every time I took a breath, having lost my voice from screaming so much. I looked towards Elliot and spoke faintly, trying to force out the words through the pain. "I love you too, Elliot. I'll never forget it." Without even trying to look at me, he coughed up blood and spoke to me "Why are they doing this?"
Before I could say anything, the guard that beat him pulled out a gun and shot him twice. "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! YOU MOTHER FUCKERS!!!" The guard next to me tried to restrain me, but I head butt him at the last moment, sending him into a fit of rage and punching me in the back of the head. My head exploded with pain, even though the painkillers were still in my system. In a moment of pure rage, I headbutt the guard next to me again and charged at the guard who had killed my boyfriend. Before I could get even begin my attack, though, the simulation ended and I was alone in the room; no guards, no blood, and no Elliot. It had all been fake...
I collapsed to my knees, out of breath and emotionally tired. However, I forced myself to walk through the last door and was greeted by the familiar interview room. I popped my neck, feeling the stiffness go away in an instant, and took a seat in front of the two-way mirror, feeling broken and numb inside. I heard clapping over the intercom before the two-way mirror became clear and I could see inside the observation room. Inside was a two-way mirror looking into each of the rooms along with a control panel hooked up to each room. I couldn't quite see what was in each room, other than the concrete and water stains.
There was also a ladder in the middle, that came down from the ceiling. My guess is that that's what they used to get in and out of the observation room. After zoning out, I then saw that it was Samuels who was clapping. he was with three other people in lab coats who were busy taking notes on their clipboards. "Well done, Alex! Well done indeed! You handled those tasks just how we thought you would; exceptionally! You gave us the best results we could ever ask for!" I whispered through my broken voice in response to his praise.
"Eat shit and die..." "Pardon? I didn't quite catch that. Could you speak up?" I slammed my fists on the table and stared him down, repeating myself and almost growling. "I said eat shit and die!" Samuels looked taken back but quickly recomposed himself. "Ah, yes. I understand that what you went through in there might have been traumatic. But look on the bright side! None of it was real, meaning your boyfriend is still very much alive and well, you were never in any real danger, you came back with the best results we've ever had in all of our years, and, because of this, you're now going to be walking away with two million, rather than just 200 grand! Provided, of course, you survive the enlightenment, tomorrow. Isn't that exciting?" I looked down in response.
No amount of money was worth what I had just gone through; they had broken me as a person. "Nothing? No words of gratitude or insults to throw for what we did? Ah well, that's alright. Go on back to your room and get some rest. Someone will be by shortly to give you food and dry clothes. Really proud of your progress, Alex!" He then pressed a button, and the door unlocked behind me. The guard stationed outside then began to help escort me out and towards my room. On the way out, Thomas saw me and called out to me. "Alex! What the hell happened to you in there?" I didn't respond and just kept walking.
I eventually reached my room and laid down on my bed, almost falling asleep instantly. That task had taken a lot out of me and I needed to rest. Instead of rest, I had constant nightmares about what had happened that day, but I never woke up until Thomas shook me awake. I stirred in my bed to turn and face him. "What's up? How long was I out for?" "Since you left the room, so roughly 11 hours. It's 10:35 right now. I can't sleep, man. I have to talk about what happened in there." I rubbed my eyes and sat up in my bed, facing towards him as he sat on top of his neatly folded sheets. "I totally get that. What's on your mind, Thomas? I'm here for you."
Thomas looked like one of those soldiers who had just seen combat, you see in war movies. "Yeah, yeah, I've heard it all before from my therapist. I know you're here for me, but I feel like you wouldn't understand any of my shit, if I told you, because you weren't there. But I have to tell someone about what happened today because I know you'll get it. Maybe not exactly what happened to me in there, but you're sure as hell a lot better than my therapist." I then sat and listened to what Thomas had to say.
To my knowledge, Thomas had never experienced combat, as an engineer. But, I soon found out that he had only been a technical engineer for a year and a half. Originally, he was a combat engineer in Iraq from 2003 to 2009 and then in Syria from 2010 to two years ago, when he was caught in a bad firefight and had to be sent home. After that, he couldn't handle civilian life and had to go to counseling for help. But, when he still couldn't handle life outside of the army, he reenlisted as a technical engineer and helped with construction for the army while still being able to see his family.
"But these assholes stopped giving me my meds, last night. Now I'm on edge and I can't think straight and it's pissing me off. I think it has something to do with that enlightenment crap they want us to do tomorrow. Probably want us not to have any drugs in our systems for their bullshit plan to work. Anyway, I didn't wake you up to talk to you about my medication and my life in the army. I guess I just thought I needed to give you context for what I'm about to tell you..."
For privacy reasons, I'm not going to go into detail about what he told me, but I can say that Thomas definitely had it worse than I did, in his rooms. His rooms all revolved around what he called 'his failures'. Essentially, he had to relive all of his combat experience and the aftermath of his tour in Syria, his inability to be there for his family, his inability to get over his childhood fear of clowns, and not being able to save his childhood best friend, who had been hit by a car and killed when he was 11. He told me that they all played with his head and his fears; in one room, he had been captured by terrorists as a hostage, while in the next, he was doing something related to his family and his struggles with adapting to the civilian world.
In his final room, he said, the dead body of his childhood friend was behind the wheel of a car and was chasing him down like some fucked up nightmare."Those assholes made me do things that only happened in my nightmares...I watched my brothers in arms die in front of me." The room was only lit by the red lightbulb from the ceiling, but I could see the reflections of his tears as his voice cracked slightly. "Do you have any idea what that's like, Alex?"
"Actually, I think I do. In my last room, I had to watch my boyfriend be beaten to death right in front of me. So, I may have never been through war and combat, but I have watched one of my best friends die in front of me, Thomas." There was a momentary look of shock on his face as I said this, but was quickly washed away by his expression of being stone cold and unfeeling. "I don't mean to invalidate your experience, Alex, but yours was just a simulation; mine wasn't. Thanks for letting me talk your ear off, but I think I'm done for tonight. Goodnight, Alex." He then laid down on top of his sheets and faced away from me.
I went to say something to try and make him feel better, not knowing if I said something wrong, but decided against it and just let him get some rest. That had been the whole reason for him talking to me, after all. As for me, I curled into a ball and cried until I fell asleep again. At that point, I had just given up on any hope of escaping. The only way I was going to leave was either in a body bag or by my own two feet if I somehow survived the enlightenment. I just wanted this nightmare to be over with already...
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2021.05.06 10:25 CoreyD63 Just getting a little collection on Spectacle Island
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2021.05.06 10:25 ReidRothschild Crackin’ nubs?
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2021.05.06 10:25 freddy665 Girls5eva (Music From The Peacock Original Series) (2021) 320 kbps MP3
2021.05.06 10:25 Leon1dz 121 Steam lvl , 16 years , 3200 hrs CSGO , good coin
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2021.05.06 10:25 MayTheFlossBeWithYou Movie of the year
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2021.05.06 10:25 animetoday May 6th
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2021.05.06 10:25 Paul-Smid-Advice Something that has been useful for me in working through anxiety...
Hi guys, just wanted to share something that has been really helpful for me in working with my anxiety: Creating a morning routine for myself.
Every day I try to start the day with a short meditation, a little work out, and then a healthy breakfast.
I notice that when I'm able to do my morning routine, my day usually goes way better then when I'm not able to do it.
I find that doing my morning routine builds self-esteem, helps to keep me healthy, and helps to keep me focussed on what i want to do in my life.
I know that many people wake up feeling very anxious in the morning. This can make doing a morning ritual harder! But I find that it's still possible, and it's one of the best things you can do for yourself.
Hope this was helpful :)
PS. It's good to start very small when creating your morning ritual! Maybe just start out with doing 5 minutes of meditation, or 5 minutes of slow deep breathing, etc.
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2021.05.06 10:25 UnrealNorthie To play with friends you need Origin in-game to be enabled, but it causes major lag that makes the game unplayable.
I've been looking for a fix for a while now. I recently bought Battlefront II for a good friend of mine in the hopes we could play together, but I soon found out that Origin requires the In-Game overlay to be enabled to invite friends. So I've gone ahead and did that, but next you know my game become literally unplayable. I get major lag spikes, the game freezes every 2 seconds and best of all; when it does, the game actually still runs. These freezes aren't your 'framerate drops to zero' kind, but actually more of the 'how the fuck am I supposed to process this shit' variety.
I'm at wits end right now. I've tried doing a google search, I tried asking the EA support forums(0 replies, didn't know what I'd expected to happen), I manually reinstalled the game(including deleting registry keys) and still haven't been able to fix this.
If anyone ran into this before and knows how to fix this, please tell me. I don't want to spend two hours queueing up for a chance to load into the same lobby...(but this being EA I'm not surprised if I have to take a gamble just to load into the same game.)
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2021.05.06 10:25 itsYaHomiee 22 [m4f] [chat] I just want some fat chats
Hey! Honestly, COVIDs been making life lonely. It’d be cool to have someone nice to talk with.
2021.05.06 10:25 focketskenge Mods at StarWarsEU deleted my memes, so I’ll post them here where I hope they’ll be appreciated more.
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2021.05.06 10:25 Crunchy-Salat Who's your favorite character?
As the title says, who's your favorite? It can be for any reason! I'm just curious, and I thought it'd be fun to see everyone else's answers as well.
Personally, I really like W Helga. I've been using her since I got her initially, and she's never let me down. I think her personality is fun too! (Though Rouin and Kartis are also super interesting imo, and they're both pretty close seconds).
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2021.05.06 10:25 potatorockstar Like a Vision... .
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2021.05.06 10:25 altformymain I went in to TWoK completely blind ( NO SPOILERS )
2021.05.06 10:25 MahdyLTE نمره شصت به روایت تصویر 🤣 دقت حقی
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