With his mother dead and his cultist family members out to ruin his life, getting abducted by alien slavers is actually an improvement for Corey Vash. A quick and chaotic escape attempt only succeeds thanks to an unintentional rescue from the impressively skilled and infrequently sober bounty hunters aboard the Hard Luck Hermit. With no clue about how to survive in space and nothing to return to on Earth, Corey joins the crew in their efforts to make a quick buck, try new drinks, and figure out who the hell keeps trying to kill them.
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“Alright, our little gun show just got a hell of a lot more complicated,” Kamak said. Zero-G combat was a pain in the ass even for people who’d been specially trained, and as far as Kamak knew, that only applied to Farsus. He and Doprel had been in a handful of zero gravity fights, but he was less than confident in his skills and knew that Doprel felt the same.
“I’m not confident in our ability to manage this combat scenario,” Farsus said. “Melee combat is generally more viable in zero gravity environments, and we cannot hope to beat the Doccan in melee range.”
“On the other hand, lot of handholds here on this ship,” Corey said. He grabbed an exposed mechanical element, one of many jutting from the patchwork halls of the ship, and latched himself in place. It wasn’t a perfect solution, but they had places to brace themselves to avoid the zero-gravity recoil problem. To Vo braced her foot against an oddly welded ridge in the ship’s hull and kept her gun up.
“Could we leave this vessel disabled and wait for the Doccan to send reinforcements?”
“We’ve only got enough disable rounds for one more ship, and the Doccan always escalate linearly,” Doprel said. “They’ll send two, maybe three next time.”
“It’s a little messier than anticipated, but this is still our best shot,” Kamak said. “Guns up.”
The team shouldered their weapons and started kicking off the walls, drifting down the darkened halls of the ship. The vessel had enough of an auxiliary power system to keep some emergency lights on, but even those were intermittent, with many bulbs burnt out by the Doccan’s lack of interest in repairing such a negligible function. They did not feel fear, much less fear of the dark.
Corey, on the other hand, was feeling a lot of fear. His casual interest in sci-fi films had done him a lot of good out here in space so far, but now it was starting to backfire. He’d watched Alien one too many times to be comfortable drifting around the dead silence of this spaceship. He tried to remind himself that there were no xenomorphs here. The only aliens he had to worry about were nigh-unkillable super strong emotionless behemoths.
In retrospect, that was worse, and Corey decided to start thinking about literally anything else just in time to hear something go click.
A three round burst of plasma fire soared down the hall, briefly illuminating the length of it in green fire. One of the bolts caught Farsus on his broad chest, but his armor mostly negated the damage. Kamak returned fire, sending a stream of bullets up the hall, and Kamak himself careening the other way. In his haste to return fire, he’d forgotten to brace himself. The rest of his fireteam made no such mistakes.
With his back to a wall, Corey turned his gun towards the Doccan and took aim. There were two of them, both even larger than Doprel, and wearing patchwork armor to boot. That was an unpleasant development.
“Take out the guns first,” Farsus shouted. The Doccan themselves were durable and heavily armored, but their guns were as fragile as any other weapon in the galaxy. Corey took aim and peppered the Doccan’s limbs with a spray of gunfire. One of the two had the wherewithal to clutch their gun to their side, letting their arm absorb the brunt of the gunfire, but the other kept trying to return fire even as a bullet finally hit home. The metal slug cracked through the plasma repeater’s energy chamber, and the weapon started to vent green fire as the energy cell leaked.
With his weapon damaged, the Doccan took the next logical step and launched himself at his opponents, massive arms raised and ready to strike. The crew took advantage of the zero gravity recoil and let go of their handholds in the wall, then fired at the approaching Doccan. The recoil propelled them away as bullets peppered its thick hide. With no gravity to make it flow outwards naturally, the strange fluid layer beneath the skin of the Doccan started to leak out in blobs of oozing blue.
The floating globs splashed into dozens of tiny droplets as Doprel met his kin coming the other way. The divided drops then scattered in every direction as the shockwave of their colossal impact traveled outwards. Another spray of blue fluid followed shortly after as Doprel dug his fingers into a patch of bullet holes and tore a massive chunk out of the Doccan’s exterior carapace.
“Doprel! Give me an angle on the face!”
With a quick grunt of acknowledgment, Doprel spun around and put the Doccan he was grappling in a headlock. He kept his arms wide and his face behind the Doccan’s back as Kamak took aim at the Doccan’s head and fired. A quick round of bullets tore through the air, a few managing to find purchase in the Doccan’s face, tearing out one of its eyes and a few chunks of mandible. The floating drops of blue liquid pouring out of the broken head were soon joined by a thin flow of black bile -the real lifeblood of the Doccan.
“Not going to be interrogating that one,” Kamak said. “Focus fire and take out his friend!”
Kamak drifted forward and grabbed on to the broken body of the dead Doccan, using it as cover as the hail of bullets continued. Under fire from five sources at once, the Doccan’s defeat was inevitable yet worryingly slow. Corey kept his rifle focused on the joint of its arm for a solid thirty seconds of sustained fire, but it didn’t even drop its gun until the arm was only attached by a few strands of tattered, fibrous “muscle”. Even at that point, the Doccan simply switched hands and continued firing until Farsus blew a big enough chunk of its head off that it stopped moving entirely. Doprel walked up and ripped its other arm off just to be sure, while Kamak took a final few potshots at the head of the other one.
“Bastard’s aren’t afraid to play dead,” Kamak said. “Especially when they know they’re at a disadvantage.”
“Good news is, this means there’s probably just two more,” Doprel said. “If we were dealing with multiple groups there’d have been a full crew of four after us.”
“Best news I’ve gotten all week,” Kamak said. “Now where are the others…”
“We are located in the cockpit.”
Five guns pointed in five different directions as the voice boomed out from a PA system.
“What’s going on?”
“You have stated an intent to interrogate a living subject, and have proven your ability to defeat two or less Doccan in combat,” the monotone voice proclaimed. “There is no further purpose to violent resistance.”
“I see,” Kamak said. They really were logical. “We’ll be right there. Guns up, of course. I’m not dumb enough to not see a trap.”
“We lack the resources to commit to such a deception.”
That did nothing to ease Kamak’s suspicion, for reasons the Doccan could not at all understand. He, Doprel, and Farsus kept their guns up as they head upwards, towards the cockpit of the makeshift vessel. Corey was not far behind, until he realized To Vo La Su was quite far behind. She was bouncing slowly around the hall, trying to dodge floating globs of Doccan ichor—and a few chunks of the Doccan themselves.
“You’ve just got to accept you’re going to get messy and move through it,” Corey said. “The laundry machine on the Hermit is surprisingly good.”
“I don’t have that many clothes to start with,” To Vo mumbled. Due to the impromptu circumstances of her “recruitment” To Vo had the clothes she’d been wearing and a few spare outfits Tooley had been willing to throw at her—most of which fit poorly and had suspicious stains already. “But that is not my issue. I do not- there is a certain amount of- I can’t-”
“To Vo?”
The former transit authority tightened her grip on a gun she was entirely unsuited to carry and took a deep breath. One of the globs of Doccan ichor drifted worryingly close to her face, and she backed away.
“I didn’t want to do something like this again.”
“Again?”
To Vo was naturally small, but she still found a way to shrink in on herself.
“The world I come from was harsh,” To Vo said. “We did harsh things to live. All of us.”
A few chunks of gore drifted by Corey’s head. He knew better than to ask what she meant.
“Yeah. Look, I get it, but, these guys came after us because they thought we were a defenseless bunch of stranded travelers, right? You think they brought all that firepower to escort a bunch of lost souls back to safety, give them a nice pat on the back and a snack for the road? If we’d actually been lost travelers, we’d be dead. And eaten, quite possibly.”
“But we aren’t travelers, and now they’re dead,” To Vo said, pointing out the drifting Doprel corpses as she spoke. “How can this be right?”
“Look, To Vo, nothing’s ever completely ‘right’. Even when you’re purely trying to help someone, who’s to say they ‘deserve’ it, or that there’s not someone else who needs the help more and isn’t getting it?” Corey asked. “You’re never one-hundred percent in the right. Sure, maybe we’re a lot closer to that line between good and bad than we could be, but I think we’re still on the good side of things.”
“And what happens when you’re not?”
Corey didn’t have an answer for that question. Luckily for him, he didn’t get the chance to try.
“Would you two stop fucking moralizing and back us up? This is still a combat zone!”
The ever obedient To Vo La Su was the first to grab her gun and kick off towards the cockpit, heedless of the gore she had to splash through on the way. Corey followed closely behind her, secretly quite happy to let her absorb all the floating ichor instead of him.
***
As it turned out, the Doccan were sincere in their desire to surrender. That left only one dilemma to resolve.
“So. Awkward issue,” Kamak said. “We’ve only got enough restraints for one of you.”
“We will offer no resistance,” one of the Doccan said.
“Oh sure, for now. Until we get attacked by someone else, or we all turn around at once, or you decide you might have a good opportunity.”
“This point is sound,” the Doccan admitted.
“Which one of you knows more about the recent movements in people fighting you guys, and why your people blew up the Bang Gate?”
“I am more knowledgeable on all military matters,” the Doccan on the left said. Kamak pointed to the one on the right.
“And you agree with that sentiment?”
“Yes. However, your inquiries might require a greater knowledge base. I am in charge of monitoring the social habits of various Doccan, and may possess relevant information.”
The other Doccan had barely finished speaking when Kamak shoved the barrel of his gun in their mandibles and pulled the trigger. A burst of rounds tore through their cranium and the Doccan fell over dead. The only surviving Doccan did not even react as his comrade collapsed. As black blood started to drift through the air, Corey very deliberately avoided To Vo’s gaze.
“Not particularly interested in your social media. Alright, Doprel, tie the other one up,” Kamak said. “And you. Got time for questions?”
“I will accede to any line of questioning that does not actively endanger the Doccan species.”
“Great! What’s your name, champ?”
“Doprel.”
Doprel looked up and over the other Doprel’s shoulders.
“Doprel, why is our new friend also Doprel?”
“It’s...actually a term for the working class of Doccan’s,” Doprel said. “I didn’t have any other name, and by the time I realized what was going on it had sort of stuck, so...yeah.”
“Do you want a better name?”
“No, no, like I said, it’s stuck now, no sense changing it,” Doprel said. “Not like we hang out with other Doccan enough for it to be confusing.”
“On that note, for the purposes of this conversation, you are Junior,” Kamak said. The newly christened Junior did not object to this designation, so Kamak assumed he accepted it. “What do you know about why the Doccan attacked the Bang Gate?”
“We were recently informed that new stresses upon intergalactic shipping routes would place additional importance on our galaxy as a trade hub,” Junior said. “Your Galactic Council endures our presence and our attacks on your shipping route as acceptable losses. If this galaxy was to become more important on a galactic scale, they would feel more pressure to protect it, and therefore take more aggressive actions against the Doccan species. A pre-emptive strike to lessen the utility of our home as a trade route mitigates this risk of escalating conflict.”
“And blowing up a fucking Bang Gate isn’t an escalation?”
“The gateway is destroyed. Retaliatory attacks achieve nothing. Your Council has nothing to gain from further conflict.”
“What if they’re worried you’ll blow up another fucking gate, Junior?”
“The measured presence of other species in this galaxy ultimately benefits us by providing resources we would be otherwise unable to acquire,” Junior said. “We have no reason to completely close ourselves off.”
“You guys have a lot of work to do on understanding other species,” Kamak said.
“Typical warfare does not stop when one side considers it merely ‘convenient’,” Farsus said. “If the Galactic Council decides on hostilities, they will not stop until they possess a considerable advantage over you.”
“By our appraisal they already possess a significant advantage,” Junior said. “However, if I survive our conversation, I will pass on your appraisal of the situation to the homeworld.”
“Jury’s still out on your survival. Tell us this and improve your odds: Who told you about all this shipping route bullshit?”
“It was [TRANSLATION ERROR].”
Kamak rubbed the sore spot where his translator chip was implanted and tried again.
“Say again?”
“We were informed of these developments by a [TRANSLATION ERROR].”
“Alright, not going for a third try here,” Kamak said. Whenever the translation software ran through the full suite of languages it knew, it started to overheat a little, and Kamak didn’t want a hotspot in his skull. “Doprel, I thought you gave us the whole language?”
“I did!”
“If I may theorize,” Farsus said. “To my understanding, the Doccan are a very literal people. Junior, when your people are faced with a new entity or concept, do you invent a new word for it?”
“When it is the most convenient course of action, yes,” Junior said. “Oftentimes compound words are formed. Your own people are referred to as ‘Red-Large-No Carapace’.”
“An apt descriptor,” Farsus said. “So we can assume whatever introduced these concepts to the Doccan, it was something they first encountered after Doprel’s departure, and something so unique it prompted the creation of a new word.”
“Fun times,” Kamak grumbled. “Junior, can you describe the thing whose name we can’t understand?”
“I have never seen it.”
“Peachy. What do you know about it?”
“It displayed enough intelligence that our central command council took its provided information seriously.”
“And did your central command stop to think about whether this word-we-can’t-understand had any ulterior motives?”
“Non-Doccan rarely approach the Doccan without ulterior motive,” Junior said. Had he any understanding of irony as a concept, he might’ve pointed out his current situation. “It was decided that the threat presented was legitimate enough to act without regard to possible external agendas from the [TRANSLATION ERROR].”
“Please stop saying that,” Corey whined.
“I am unaware of any reason to do so beyond your physical movements,” Junior said. To him, the flinching Corey did every time he said the word was just a strange muscle spasm, as the average Doccan did not experience pain.
“Just don’t fucking say it. Back to the point, you should know that whoever or whatever brought this stuff to you, they’re using you and your actions as a smokescreen to get away with their own shit,” Kamak said. “They’re pushing to change trade routes and pressure new parts of the galaxy. Maybe the threat is legitimate, but it is only legitimate because they are doing what they’re doing.”
“Noted.”
Junior’s quiet acceptance of the dramatic twist unsettled Kamak more than he’d like to admit. Maybe it was just because he’d lived through so many dramatic twists and turns lately, but he felt like that warranted more of a reaction. The emotionless Doccan accepted every new twist of fate the way a calculator would accept a new number plugged into a math problem.
“So...if we let you live, you’re going to tell all this to your planetary council or whatever?”
“New data will be considered.”
“Fan-fucking-tastic, I guess. Anyone else got questions for Big Blue Number Two?”
“I’ve got one,” Corey said. “How long ago did that weird thing bring you guys all this info?”
“Eighteen Doccan days ago.”
“That comes out to a few months, with everything converted,” Doprel said. The Doccan homeworld had a very slow rotation period.
“Once again putting it well before our run-in with that purple ship,” Corey said. “So we really did just get caught up in a plot that was already going on.”
“If that’s supposed to make me feel better, it doesn’t,” Kamak said.
“It might be useful, at least,” Corey mumbled.
“Final call for questions,” Kamak said. “I want to get out of this floating piece of crap.”
“Just the one,” Doprel said. “If what we’ve said is true, and the Doccan find out they’ve been manipulated into making their own situation worse...what will they do about it?”
“It is impossible to make an assessment of the situation without a consensus of at least one Doccan hive,” Junior said. “If not the full planetary council.”
“Well what would you, personally, do?”
“Obey the consensus of the hive or council.”
“Let’s say there’s no hive or council-”
“If all hives and the council have been obliterated, my priority must be to repopulate the Doccan species first and foremost, ignoring tertiary matters such as this.”
“Doprel,” Kamak said. “Whatever you’re looking for, you’re not going to get.”
“Yeah. Got it.”
Doprel’s sullen silence infected the rest of them, and their interrogation was put on pause for a moment.
“Has your interrogation ended?”
“What?”
“You have asked for final questions and are now silent. Is your interrogation finished?”
“Pretty much,” Kamak said. They’d learned this particular Doccan was next to useless, so they didn’t have much reason to continue. “You got a last request?”
“In some form. Do you intend to assault, kill, or otherwise impede the entity you believe has manipulated the Doccan?”
“That’s the plan, yeah,” Kamak said. “Speaking of assaulting or killing-”
Kamak hefted his heavy rifle once again.
“Cooperation will be beneficial,” Junior said. “Remove my restraints so that I may assist.”
“Oh, yes, sure, that sounds like a great idea,” Kamak said. “Assist us with what?”
“Surviving.”
Something Junior wouldn’t be doing much longer, if Kamak had anything to say about it. It was hard to read a Doccan, but he knew a bluff when he saw it. The captain raised his gun, and had it shoved down again by Doprel.
“Kamak.”
In any other situation, Doprel would’ve been on board with calling the bluff, but the Doccan didn’t bluff often. Kamak reluctantly accepted Doprel’s caution and played his part.
“Okay, this is me taking the bait,” Kamak said. “You’re going to help us survive what?”
“The patrolling warship on route to this location,” Junior said. “My willingness to discuss important information with you was a stalling tactic. We sent a distress ping shortly after you boarded.”
While Kamak started swearing, Farsus did the slightly more sensible thing. He hopped on the comms and turned back towards the Hermit.
‘Tooley, ping the long range scanners.”
“Okay. We got...huh,” Tooley said. It took a moment for the full details to come in, but even the most basic scan functions couldn’t miss the vessel coming their way. “That is a big one. I think that might be a Corrhulk.”
“They’ve kept a fucking Corrhulk flying for the past century?”
“What exactly is a Corrhulk?” Corey asked. He felt context was very important.
“It’s big and it’s got a lot of guns,” Kamak snapped. The Corrhulk was one of the last true warships the intergalactic community had mass-produced. Nowadays what few heavy cruisers existed were mostly just carriers for swarms of small fighters, but enough heavily-rusted Corrhulks were still shambling along in merchant fleets and pirate gangs to give the ship a reputation. “Tooley, what’s the Corrhulk’s ETA?”
“Couple drops if we’re lucky,” Tooley said. “I can get us out of here before then if you get back to the ship.”
“And provided it doesn’t try to chase us,” Kamak said.
“Undo my restraints and I will transmit your cooperation to the vessel,” Junior said. “There is benefit to mutual cooperation.”
“And if your friends on the ship don’t agree?”
“Then you will be killed.”
“Love the bluntness,” Kamak grunted. “I’ve got enough friends.”
“Kamak,” Doprel grunted.
“Oh, I’m sorry, are we making friends with your cousins who want to eat you now?”
“We have more enemies than allies,” Farsus said. “Questionable friends are still friends.”
“We’ve got like four drops on our escape window, guys,” Tooley said. “Whatever you’re going to do, do it now.”
“There are those among the Doccan who have spoken to our informant directly,” Junior said. “Further dialogue may yield further relevant information.”
“Oh fuck me,” Kamak said. “Whatever. Not like we’ve ever made a smart decision, might as well make a stupid one on purpose.”
With a reluctant nod from Kamak, Doprel reached down and untied the thick cables holding Junior in place. The titanic alien immediately drifted towards the console and started inputting a complex series of commands.
“Get back on the ship,” Kamak ordered. “Tooley, prep us to detach and start calculating a faster-than-light vector for us. We’re negotiating over comms, and if they say anything we don’t like, we’re out.”
“Oh, are we not going to invite the murderous sociopaths onto our ship for some drinks and snacks?”
“Just shut up and get us ready, Tooley!”
“Ready to die, maybe,” Tooley grumbled. She shut down her comm link in order to get the last word and started calculating their escape route while everyone else made a mad dash back to the Hard Luck Hermit. Before she rounded the corner and drifted out of sight, To Vo La Su took a look back at the cockpit, back at Junior.
He’d picked up the corpse of his dead copilot and was beginning to gnaw on it. No sense letting good nutrients go to waste. To Vo started to wonder what they were getting themselves into.

I had read a few comments here asking why a certain region's content contributes so much to this sub. I'm not allowed to write the name of the region/country here so let's call that region X. We all know which country that is, I presume. I want to answer that, since I think X's work culture is an actual problem that needs to be called out and discussed primarily because the roots of that problem lie in the West. I'm an X-ian myself - I worked for 6 years in the software industry there, then moved to the UK for my doctorate. The cultural difference leading to how we treat work in the West vs East was one of the biggest shock factors for me, and took a lot of time getting used to. To put it simply, when I was in X, working till 11 PM or pulling an "all-nighter" was glorified, whereas in UK its looked down upon and instead not working after 5/6 PM is respected. Having experienced both cultures, I think I can answer why this is the case.
Disclaimer: My post comes from experience in the software industry, it might not apply to other domains.
A large but not a complete part of why work is romanticised in X is because of the contrasting work culture followed in the West.

1. Most X-ian software companies provide service (testing, sales, sometimes product) to companies based in the West. X provides cheap labour as we all know. Note that the people employees report to, are in the US often, sometimes EU. This creates a time-zone issue wherein you have to be often available to discuss or solve issues with your Western counterparts. This is often the case in Testing and Deployment teams.
2. In the West, work-life balance is venerated. So much so that, people completely vanish from work during common holidays like Easter, Christmas, Thanksgiving, New Years' without worrying or thinking about what could go wrong in their absence. This is the crux of my point: from a software perspective, servers need continuous attention and maintenance, people to be on call to listen to issues, and people to quickly patch those issues. If people in the US/EU are going on week-long (sometimes month-long) vacations, someone else has to fill in and do those jobs. And due to cheap labour, it turns out to be people from X. In X, during Diwali, which for us is as big as Christmas, we get 1 or 2 days off from work. And if you want a longer holiday, then you string it along with nearby weekends with "sick leaves" and call it a long weekend.
3. That said, the romanticisation of workaholics is a coping mechanism. You answer to bosses in the US, your salary/promotion depends on them, and you can't do good at work if you hate it. So you slowly develop a coping mechanism to justify it to yourself and others. You start romanticising - in words - working all night, working on the day of your child's birth and so on. And this passes on to each generation. Growing up, if you see your mom or dad coming home at 10 PM and then hear your relatives/neighbours praise them for working so hard for the kids, you naturally start believing that this is the way to live.

This is an opinion, and based on personal experiences in different work cultures. Lastly, I think these are only part of the reasons, not all of it. Some of it I think is indeed pure lunacy and boils down to mania. Just wanted to point that out though.

So I have/had a lot of people in my life that work in trades. A lot of men in my family and most of my ex's work in trades. A consistent I've noticed with all of them except for one is that they seem to think no one works as hard as them and everyone else's job is inferior and easy.
I'm Canadian , most trades (even the lower paying ones) offer decent money here. Either equal to or above the national average salary wise (not that our national average is anything to brag about with the cost of living here anymore) . I also know people who work off shore (oil and gas/coast guard etc.) who get their food , living expenses , and extra training all paid for. I even applied for jobs as stewards on ships because the money was so good even though it has nothing to do with my career ambitions.
I have worked as a Steward at a hotel before . It's ALOT of work . I lost 7 lbs in my first 2 weeks but I also did that for like 15 dollars an hour and this was a salaried job.
I am in nursing school , my first job at 16 was at McDonalds , I have done some life guard training in the past , and I would currently consider myself low income. Whenever I'm doing well or unwell in my life it seems like the tradies in my life feel compelled to put down my job and lifestyle along with everyone else's.
My uncle is the worst for it , my family thinks he's a god who's selfless and works so hard for everyone but he dose nothing for free (not that he has to , his time is valuable but let's not play pretend). He has often referred to me as lazy because I don't get off on fixing shit and shoveling snow. I have been told by many people outside my family that I am hard working and have a lot of tenacity and drive. I have Adhd so I am a bit of a scattered mess but I am not going to give up on myself because of my disability .
In nursing school I wipe ass , lift people , do IV's , dressing changes etc. I don't believe that most people I know it trades would do what I do . I think that's perfectly fine as we all have our own strengths but these people that I have/had in my life don't think so. (I kind of slowly cut out a lot of them) . I do all of this for free as my training unlike most trades dose not offer paid work terms until after graduation.
I was speaking to this guy I dated a few years ago recently about life (he's a heavy duty mechanic). He asked me how my school was going because I'm almost done , when I spoke about looking for my own place after I graduate (he himself is a home owner of a very nice big house) he put me down.
He said "well it's going to take you a while before you'll be able to do that". Mind you every work term he did he was paid for (10 bands each) I basically work full time for free (12 hour days). I like what I do but I won't get the fruits of it until I'm finished , and he still had to belittle me . I am really struggling financially and am looking to work on top of my free full time job as a PCA next month for more experience (and to be paid). This same person along with afew other guys I went to high school with (tradies) tend to use the term "I have been working since I was 12 years old".
From my perspective this "work" they refer to was racking their grandparents yard for money or working on their car with their dad. I was babysitting at 12 but I don't see that as me "working since I was 12" . I also don't know how my job as a teen at McDonald's is inferior to working at a garage as a teenager (I was told this as well not in this words but ya).
So why is this ? I don't flex on anyone , I'm rooting for everyone until you give me a reason not to. The ex I'm talking about had it SO GOOD I considered getting into trades which is something I never wanted to do , he really is a very blessed individual and go him , work hard play hard , whatever. I don't know why he feels the need to make out that he's suffered harder then anyone for what he has . He gets fed at work , for free! I legit wanted to join him . Free travel too ! He get's to see the world and come back to a beautiful home where his current girlfriend pays him rent to stay at (even more income for him).
I live in a country with a massive housing crisis and he has referred to anyone who doesn't have what he has (and/or points out how good he has it) as "lazy ass hole's" (houses in my country in BC and Ontario are going for a million these days) . I also see a lot of posts about people in trades feeling "shit on" by others with higher education or education with competitive requirements but I have experienced the opposite. Tbh I'm fed up. P.S if your in trades and don't act like this I am not trying to shame your job , I just don't think I should be labelled a lazy good for nothing just because I don't own a saw. Also why do they brag about not going to the doctor?
tl;dr People in my life who work in trades think I'm lazy because I work a different job then they do.

Hello Everyone,
I graduated this month with a two-year degree in paralegal studies. For the past few weeks, I have been applying to multiple jobs and have had several interviews scheduled.
My first interview was with a law firm that I really wanted to work with, and I felt that the interview was going great. I am very qualified for the position, and I speak Spanish, which is a huge deal in my area. However, one of their questions completely threw me off. The main interviewer asked me, "What are your salary expectations?" I don't know why I was so unprepared for the question. For some reason I thought that they would never ask me anything about money. For reference, the average paralegal in my city makes between $23 and $28 an hour. I panicked for a second and blurted out $16. SIXTEEN FUCKING DOLLARS AN HOUR.
I currently work at dunkin donuts and make $17 an hour. Why would I give such a stupid answer?! The interviewer's eyes lit up, and suddenly they were much kinder to me. I left the interview, telling them I would think about it and get back to them.
I am writing this post for two reasons. Firstly, to vent. Secondly, I am seeking advice on how to better handle situations like this in the future. Also, should I reach back out to them and ask them for a reasonable wage, like $23 and above, or should I cut my losses?

Hello everyone, I recently graduated and got my first "big girl job". I am 22 years old (in Ontario) and my before tax salary is $45,500. I know this isn't a lot but I work in mental health so this is pretty much the average when you are starting out. Now that I have a stable job, I am looking into different investments I should make. Some background, I grew up poor and so I had to pay for everything for university and therefore I do not have a lot of money saved up currently as I have lived pretty much pay cheque to pay cheque. I have $4,500 saved up right now for emergencies (it is in just a regular savings account in TD). What should I look into for investments right now? I do not spend a lot of money and my fixed expenses currently are about $600. I don't spend a lot of money on other things besides maybe experiences, so I have a lot of money to invest/save. I don't have any debt and I have payed off my student loans. I also don't want to get to a point where I am spending too much of my money since this is the first time in my life, I can actually treat myself. I do not know a lot about personal finance because I grew up in an immigrant household where this was never taught so please be nice. I am also open to book suggestions for personal finance. Thank you!

I am a software engineer and I have around 8-9 years of experience. I owe around $10k and I need to find it in the next 3 months. This might seem like an easy task to some people but I am not in the US and the average salary in my country is like $1.5k/month for a software engineer. This is a matter of life and death. Banks would not loan that much for a personal loan(it is a considerable amount in my country) and I do not see anyway of doing it on my own. I do not have much people to ask that much money for. I have skills that I can monetize but stuff like freelancing on the internet is simply not even worth trying since without an established profile you are stuck bidding against random companies for $5. Is there a way I can monetize my skills internationally to make that much money? I tried stuff like Turing.com but the international job market is terrible so it is unlikely I can find something decent there. I am open to any advice that can make me money. I have solid English and German, I have a bachelor's degree in CS + $8 years of commercial experience. Leaving the country is not really an option and I do not want to do anything illegal. I do not have a car or a home I can sell.

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Games (25% off)
Asgard's Wrath (Rift): https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/MemeSnorfe1180401875303371/
A huge RPG game that I haven't tried myself, but heard was really good
Beat Saber (Rift): https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/MemeSnorfe1304877726278670
A rhythm game about slicing up blocks. It is well known, and if you have the power to play PCVR, the rift version (steam works as well) is the best with the modding scene already inside
(THIS IS CROSSBUY, JUST 2 SEPERATE LINKS FOR THE QUEST AND RIFT USERS) BONELAB (Quest): https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/MemeSnorfe4215734068529064/
BONELAB (Rift): https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/MemeSnorfe5088709007839657/
A Sandbox game, If you love garrys mod, you will love this. and with the upcoming Fusion (multiplayer) mod (rift only for now), this is one great purchase
Blade and Sorcery Nomad (Quest): https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/MemeSnorfe2031826350263349/
Just your average sandbox like the Bonelab above except this is more medieval with magic
(THIS IS CROSSBUY, JUST 2 SEPERATE LINKS FOR THE QUEST AND RIFT USERS) Contractors (Quest): https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/MemeSnorfe2436897736439055/
Contractors (Rift): www.oculus.com/appreferrals/MemeSnorfe2250162051701470/
A great FPS shooter game. not only will you get a game that feels like Call Of Duty VR, the built in modding community is insane, making so far Team Fortress 2 VR (TF2VR), Titanfall 2 VR (TF2VR) (no mechs), Star Wars Battlefront VR (SWBVR), and an upcoming COD Zombies VR that might overtake Pavlov's current lineup one day
Espire 1: VR Operative: https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/MemeSnorfe2228678273856228/
Espire 2 (Quest): https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/MemeSnorfe3529713943716002
Both are great homages to the stealth first person shooter games. If you love metal gear solid, this is the closest you will get for VR
(THIS IS CROSSBUY, JUST 2 SEPERATE LINKS FOR THE QUEST AND RIFT USERS) Fruit Ninja (Quest): https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/MemeSnorfe2215140511885250
Fruit Ninja (Rift): https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/MemeSnorfe1332617726752141/
I suggest going for the sequel, but if you want a downgrade, uh here you go
(THIS IS CROSSBUY, JUST 2 SEPERATE LINKS FOR THE QUEST AND RIFT USERS) Ghosts of Tabor (Quest): https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/MemeSnorfe7614022262006379/
Ghosts of Tabor (Rift): www.oculus.com/appreferrals/MemeSnorfe5460213364078644/
an up and coming extraction shooter for VR, taking inspiration from Escape from Tarkov and DayZ. currently in beta, so expect bugs, but if you want a hardcore game, with high risks, this is it
Gorilla Tag (Rift THAT WILL GIVE 5600 SHINY ROCKS, QUEST IS FREE): https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/MemeSnorfe3262063300561328/
I'm sure people have heard of gorilla tag. PCVR is the only way to use mods, so if you want to use monke mod manager, and you have a oculus headset, this is probably the best option to the modding community
Guardians Frontline (Quest): https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/MemeSnorfe5380153758692064/
An objective game that feels like halo in a way, this game will not disappoint team shooters
Moss 1(Quest): https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/MemeSnorfe1654565391314903/
a single player story following a mouse on an epic adventure where you both control the environment, and the little rodent
Population: ONE (Rift THAT WILL GIVE 1200 GOLD WITH THE GAME, QUEST IS FREE, IT IS ALSO CROSSBUY, SO YOU CAN PAY TO HAVE THE GOLD ON YOUR QUEST): https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/MemeSnorfe2564158073609422/
Oculus's battle royale, nothing much to add
(THIS IS CROSSBUY, JUST 2 SEPERATE LINKS FOR THE QUEST AND RIFT USERS) RUSH (Quest): www.oculus.com/appreferrals/MemeSnorfe1810693125705825/
RUSH (Rift): https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/MemeSnorfe1972405206119760/
a sky diving racing game that the playerbase has probably abandoned because I can't find anyone, but the sights are gorgeous
Racket: Nx (Quest): https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/MemeSnorfe2255408847836468/
I can only best describe this as breakout in a 360 environment on a timer. go alone or play with a friend... or just see who is better
Resident Evil 4 (Quest): https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/MemeSnorfe2637179839719680/
its resident evil 4 VR, I can't say much more
Stride (Quest): https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/MemeSnorfe4901911359882668/
A great parkour game, if you like mirrors edge, you will certainly love this. the mechanics feel so smooth that people rarely get motion sick in this game. currently it has its small single player modes and the multiplayer like zombie tag or deathmatch to name a few, but it will soon have a single player campaign called Stride Fates
SUPERHOT VR (Quest): https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/MemeSnorfe1921533091289407/
A game that only moves when you move, relive your dreams of going slo mo and dodging bullets like the matrix
Touring Karts (Rift): https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/MemeSnorfe2343958732291362/
hot take, I think this is the better Mario Kart VR than Dash Dash World. it feels more simple and strategic
Virtual Desktop (Quest): https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/MemeSnorfe2017050365004772/
A must have if you have a PCVR ready computer and want to stream games wirelessly, as the airlink sucks
(THIS IS CROSSBUY, JUST 2 SEPERATE LINKS FOR THE QUEST AND RIFT USERS) Walkabout Mini Golf (Quest): https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/MemeSnorfe2462678267173943/
Walkabout Mini Golf (Rift): https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/MemeSnorfe2328506790595457/
Just your average minigolf game that really shouldn't be good, but the physics and maps are really good.

Farmer Dawn is looking a hustler. Right now she can't afford to pay salary, and dispensaries aren't buying CBD, but it pays 10% commission in perpetuity for the agreement, including reorders (averaging about $150 commission per sale). There are 95+ potential customers now and up to 80 more coming in 2024. This is going to be a sweet side hustle for someone. If you're interested, give her a call.

Currently I’m deciding what engineering path I would like to take either Mechanical or a chemical Engineering they’re both peaking my interest but what are the salaries like for each field (Im in the UK btw)

Hi everyone!
I’m a 21 year old From the US who is looking to get to know each other and if we click, maybe something that could lead to us being more than just friends in a casual flirty way or friends with benefits. I don't mind where you are or your age whether that's around my age or older is fine. I've been pretty lonely and what comes with that is lack of online intimacy or sexual connection so I'm seeking someone to change that with haha
I'm currently at work right now so why not meet new people! It's a slow day.
After we get comfortable I'm fine with moving to other platforms such as Snapchat or discord or something. With Snapchat, I prefer sending snaps over texting. I mainly find Snapchat to be the most fun when sending pics thus why I prefer it.
There's pictures of me on my profile.
Physically I'm 6ft tall, I'm average/slim build, and I'm white with hazel eyes and dark brown hair. I wear glasses too.
I've been feeling kind of lonely as of late and decided to try my chances. I live on a small farm house built in the 50s with family and my parents are a little on the older side and thus we don't really get out all that often, so it becomes kind of isolating at times. I figured why not make a post and possibly meet someone great as you never know what life will give you when least expected. I work as a facility maintenance tech for a company that I just started with a week ago!
Now that we've established who I am and what I'm looking for, here are a few interests of mine to get to know me better!
• Fall/Autumn season
Already mentioned, but had to list this one because I just adore the fall and everything that comes with it. My birthday is in October too so it's always been my favorite month. I much prefer fall and winter over a muggy humid summer. In the cooler seasons there's always ways to warm up.
• Technology
I'm good at fixing electronics and I'm quite nerdy in that aspect. So if something breaks I can fix it ;) I'm also good with my hands and quite inclined mechanically.
• Music
I love genres such as classic rock, alternative rock, psychedelic rock, gothic rock, heavy metal, punk, post punk, hardcore, etc. My current favorite bands are The Cure and Joy Division/New Order. But I like tons of older and newer bands as well.
• Cooking and Baking
I like to cook and learn new recipes, as well as bake fun things too! It's always nice when the house feels nice and cozy and smells good. I appreciate the simple pleasures in life, a cozy cup of tea and music or a movie in bed or sitting outside is so nice!
• Animals
I love animals of all types, and I currently have an older cat which I adore to death! We rescued her from the local shelter. She's the sweetest thing. (I think I love her more than anyone in the house lol, she just makes me so happy) :)
• Art
I enjoy art, both creating it from time to time such as drawing, and admiring other peoples work. There's just something so fun about it and seeing things so beautiful.
• Houseplants
I love houseplants and really anything nature related and also spiritual such as crystals and rocks. I love to help my mom in caring for all of our plants and also gardening outside when its a good growing season. Its fun! I also like cottage core and goblin core type vibes and enjoy sitting out on the deck burning incense, its peaceful :)
• Cozy video games
I'm not a hardcore gamer really, but I enjoy simple and fun cozy relaxing games such as Stardew valley and Minecraft. :)
I'm a very honest, caring, and loving type of person. I'm pretty introverted normally in private but get quite extroverted when I'm close with someone.
There's not much I expect from a potential friend except for respect, kindness, and honesty! I'm just very chill and easy going and able to adapt to all sorts of personalities.
If you think we'd vibe, send me a chat! I’d love to get to know you! :)

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I’m not sure if this is the right place to post this, and I don’t see many or any posts like this in this sub. I’m thinking about entering the automotive repair world as a career. I’ll be taking automotive technology courses at my local community college starting this fall to work towards a degree. I’m also taking business and I’ve heard a lot about the benefits of being a service writer. I’m curious if I can get a job at my local dealership now, explain to them what my long term goals are, start out just doing oil changes and brakes etc. and work my way up the ladder over the years to making 6 figures salary. Is this reasonable?
I already know a good deal about car maintenance due to the fact that I’ve always worked on my own cars to save money. The last time I paid a mechanic was 6 years ago to change a fuel pump when I was 19 years old. I see this as a practical career choice that will make and save me money in the long run.
Any advice is appreciated.

Hello all
I am writing here because I am a bit confused and I do also tend to be an overthinker. My gf broke up with me recently with the reason that I do not give her alot of attention. This is yes true, but after I had some time to think about our past, the thuth is at the middle. We got in a period of her ghosting me and so on, i did felt guilty and then i transfered her some money in order to take some courses that she wanted.
Right after that she began talking with me, but at some days she would talk alot with me and in the next day she ghosted me like hell. In the recent days we had spoken a bit and I did got her first question, if I could send her some money in order to replace her perfectly functional car with another one (Her car is way better and safer than my old rusted, waiting for a disaster car). I did not want her to feel bad and I did explained that a good relationship is not based on money requests (in my mind I was afraid of some gold digging). She just started to blame me again for our relationship that she did everything and so on (in the mean time I did realized that she did not lift a finger for me, she just only blamed me or maked me anxious...but anyways).
After this whole discussion I just responded with an laugh and a thank you very much. Only a few hours ago she started to send me voice messages about how sorry is she and she wanted to make up with me. Strange? Maybe, but i had played along and just because I am alone..very alone I just told her that I just bought some tickets to a city break this weekend (i just needed a holiday). She wanted to come, for sure but she told me to look after a hotel with room service, go there with an airplane (last booking prices) and so on. I tested her a bit in telling that maybe a cheaper city is good enough because it will rain anyways and to go there by train. She refused of course with the reason that she does not like that country (even is she didn't know where it is on a map) and with train it will take a very long time (actually it is less time than an airplane time but geography was not her strong feature).
Again i had played along and after I did say to her that I will buy some tickets that I want to buy, she told me that she need to buy some clothes for our trip and asked me of some money. Nothing specific,.just some money.
Not sure about how to feel about it..i was so blind? Guess not because she was not like that at least not so direct, but in our relationship she constantly asked for money but small amounts every day and at the end of the month (many months) I had figured out that I had spend 2-3 times the average salary in my country doing nothing and every time i did brought this up she in a neautral way, blaming me and our habits of spending, she just got very mad of me thinkng that I accuse her of spending (at that time i did just not saw this and I had my best intentions towards our future).
Should I go with her on that city break or she is now gone, completely changed and influenced by her best friend a true gold digger who flashes all the money and saying to her all the time what fools are men.
I am the only one thinking about making me emotionally desperate about her? This is also a very useful trick used by that friend of her.

This is probably a loaded question, but here goes.
I'm an average home mechanic. I might be able to get a 2015 Fit from a friend of mine. He ran it out of oil and blew the engine. I wanted to know how difficult it would be for a project to replace the engine with a used one. I would get a hoist, I have the tools, but wanted to know if this was a good beginner project. I'm not a beginner, but I've also never done an engine swap myself. This car had 120k on it and I know these are great cars. I figure, new engine, detail it, tires, and maybe I can make some $$ on it for some elbow grease.
Thoughts?

Are you tired of joining raid/strike pugs and struggling to get clears? Do you want to become better at the game? Do you wish you’d have multiple teammates, with a plethora of experience in multiple classes, without joining a static? Do you want to learn and improve at the game, with trainers and players willing to take their time and help you?
Asgardians [AG] is a semi-hardcore social European-based guild that can offer a place for you to become an above-average enjoyer of end-game instanced PvE. With our team of experienced members, we can provide consistent clears of almost all content in the game.
What our fixed schedule provides right now is the following:
Monday raid FC including CMs [KC, SH, W4, W6, W7], running from 19:00 to 22:00,
Tuesday strike FC (with full IBS, AH, XJJ, OLC* and KO* CM (*if we have a full group of exp members), running from 19:00 to 21:30,
Daily CM+T4+Recs fractal runs (with runs averaging around 1 hour),
Training by request (for whole sets of wings; individual role practice) if spots fill.
Our next set of goals that we are looking forward towards are:
Our plan is to Establish a 1-7FC speed progression static (Sunday evenings at 19:00 CET), whose goal will be to learn advanced raid clearing strategies while also attempting to achieve clear times of around the 2h mark.
Next to that, we also like to explore other options that GW2 has to offer – we have WvW and PvP enjoyers, achievement hunters, open world commanders (focusing mostly on Dragons End), with ties to the map completion speedrunning community and much more. We are looking for players that already have prior experience with raiding. However, we are also willing to make an exception for individuals that show a strong drive for improvement, no matter their prior experience. The other requirements we also follow are:
An age requirement of 20+,
Be EU server based,
Have a working microphone and speak English,
Be ready to join an environment where constructive criticism will be provided when needed,
Desire for self-improvement.
Our recruitment process is as follows:
If you are interested in joining, please join our discord ( https://discord.gg/7FmYuWhkR9 ) where you read the rules and PM our recruitment officer (Nia),
You will have a short interview with our officer where you will be asked to fill in an application and asked about your expectations, motivation, and goals. After the interview, if everything is in order you will receive an invite to the guild and a role on discord,
If you are already an experienced player; to be able to join any of our raids/strikes, you will have to go through a trial process, which will include killing several different raid bosses, where your knowledge and skills will be assessed – we put a lot of emphasis on individuals knowing how to raid properly and knowing mechanics well. This will then result in 3 possible outcomes:
If the officers see you as a good fit, you will be given permission to join and sign up for our future events as your heart desires,
If the officers accept your potential but see you need to brush up on some mechanics, you will be asked to do some more training (do not fret, we run multiple trainings by request),
If the officers do not see you as a fit you will be removed from the guild.
If you have any questions or are interested in joining, read the discord rules and pm Nia on discord.

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The struggle of the Royal Draco Sentien vampire overlords against Psychiatrists and Catholic priests.

I am not fully human a part of my genome descends from the Anunnaki which devolves back to the Royal Scythian houses roughly 80 generations ago. I am member of the ancient Elven, Dragon race. Ancient Dragons used to dwell in the forests of France and Britain and we practiced a form of Royal Communism as part of our Grail code. In the earlier days of the Anunnaki it was possible to freely practice the Grail Code via an empathetic consciousness which was particularly strong enough for the foundation of the Grail Code within the family of the Gods. The peoples' selfish , individualistic motivations stood in direct opposition to the Grail Code of Royal Communism and community service. The motivation of Elves was driven by our transcendent consciousness , which can only operate in an environment of truth and empathy. If one desires only truth and empathy and gives instinctively for the common good, one becomes a target for deceivers and opportunists.
A reversal has taken place in the Western world where the warrior class has usurped or replaced kings as leaders of the people. In times of trouble they leveraged their position to take over.
Having a taste of power, greedy and treacherous warrior captains decided they would either go it a lone or take over by force of arms. They opened up the door for an even more stupid class of people to poison their way to the top. Who were they exactly ? That is right the settled warehouse tinkers -- the scumbag cheating peasants with no money . They were the ancestors of the middle and upper classes today.
You might think that because someone has an aristocratic title e.g. Duke or Earl or Lord that they are the genuine aristocracy. However you would be dead wrong since they inherited these titles because their ancestors were merchants or traders who had enough money to buy them from Christian kings who were also elevated peasants circa the time that the Merovingian Dragon kings were deposed of. And you wonder why the earth is in such a state ?
When society is run by tinker peasants, as it is right now, the tinker mentality leads to every single thing as having some kind of price tag on it. In the world run by tinkers everything has to become a “marketable commodity” and its importance becomes linked to superficial “marketing potential”. We have been so accustomed to such values and buzz words that we are blind to the dangers and inherent immorality behind them. We now have a situation where “Doctors” can diagnose people with middle class tinker euphemisms , such as ‘mentally ill” or “schizophrenic” with a bible that is a modern day pseudo-scientific Malleus Maleficarum. Also, where people calling themselves “doctors” can visit indigenous peoples, take dna samples from them by drawing blood and then patenting their genes.
Faced with the violence and hostility of a group of myopic animals hell bent on pursuing their own selfish interests and unable to see the larger picture the pure Elves had no chance of survival , whatever other states of affairs might have transpired. This is how the mayors of the Palace took over and deposed of the Elven/Dragon Royal Merovingians. They exploited the innate trust and complacency etc.. of the Merovingian Kings.
Dragon culture was scientific and we can perform magic inter alia so we attracted the hostility of the Catholic church. The Catholic Church forged a Document known as the donation of Constatine which replaced the Merovingians with the Carolingian dynasty (if I remember correctly) then the Catholic church waged a thousand year Elven holocaust chasing the French Dragons and Pendragons deep into the forests of France and Britain. For over a thousand years the Church initiated a consistent policy of genocide that is still unrivaled in human history in terms of relentless violence and hatred.
This genocide continues under psychiatry but Draco Sentiens are by no means their only target because Dragons were once part of a genetically clear sighted Elder race that looked over and protected the peasants from such abuses as we see in current day psychiatry.
so one day I was a happy Pendragon frolicking in my native habitat of Cornwall/Devonshire. Then a black cloud appeared on the horizon and three banshees or banhees descended upon me. Who were the banshees or banhees? The three horseman of the Pendragon apocalypse : the tyrannical sadomasochistic automaton genetic turnip peasants Emil Kraepelin, Freud, and Wilhelm Wundt. Freud came with his pet frog Charcot and they all stood behind the fascist kraut Kraepelin who uttered that I had the pseudo-scientific nonsensical diffuse label of schizophrenia. His German arrogance blinded him from the fact that genetic turnip peasants are not qualified to pontificate on a Draco Sentien's (Pendragon's) state of mind since I enter transcendental perception via the unity of the godhead through an elaborate royal rite with my red headed virgin grail maidens called the Derkesthai vision (perception). The peasants proceeded to poison their way to the top so I could not guide humanity via my superior Derkesthai perception. Now all of humanity is suffering as a result but ironically the peasants are hardest hit by this tragedy of epic proportions.
Transcendental Derkesthai perception :
After a consensual royal rite ritual with my red headed virgin grail maidens, where I consume their blood, the right chemicals go into my brain receptor sites so I achieve transcendental perception.On the this Dragon "path" one is imbued hereditarily with Dragon capabilities in varying measures. As one progresses along the path these capabilities wax and wane according to necessity. The Derkesthai is the main process, in which information is "channeled" through the conduit of the Dragon archetype; specifically the heightened the racial consciousness of those of the Dragon blood. Through this process I pick up naturally, all sorts of information relating to varied aspects of the Dragon tradition in its many manifestations and branches. This is all backed up academically through the work of Pierre Proudhon, Dr. David Barker; George Woodcock; Lysander Spooner; Professor Miranda Green; ; Professors Pierpaoli and Regelson; David Anderson; The Oxford English Dictionary and last but not least Mr. C. Murray Hall M.A. ( Sussex University).
The apprehension of the Noumenal realm through the Derkesthai process :
The great philosopher Immanuel Kant demonstrated that the world homo-sapiens experience is not the real world. That world does not embody homo-sapiens’ concepts of time, space and causality. Homo-sapiens perceive things through a three-dimensional scaffolding, in a tense of past-present-future, and within a framework of casual connections. As a philosopher from that time period could not have known, that 20th century physics has confirmed, these constructs are not even a component of the world that homo-sapiens can measure with special instruments and maths. Isaac Newton’s concepts of time and space do not apply to the macro world of special and general relativity or to the micro world of quantum mechanics. The real world different from what homo-sapiens measure and experience. Kant concluded that the deepest level of reality is inaccessible to the thoughts of homo-sapiens and their so-called knowledge. The ultimate reality is in the perceived world of the Noumenal realm. Only Draco Sentiens are able to percieve this reality through the Derkesthai process.
Whence Homo-Sapiens ? :
From the Oxford English dictionary we see that the prefix homo has two meanings. There is the Latin meaning (from whence comes man ) and the Greek meaning as in homo-genous, which means "the same", "common", "average", "mediocre". The word Sapiens is itself derived from a latin word i.e. "sapienta" meaning understanding. However it was also used in the Middle English period -- explicitly in the sense of artful, deceitful, contrived or would-be (wannabe) wisdom; meaning ex concessis dialectcal sophistry or low cunning and hypocrisy. We derive the term 'sap' from from sapienta, which has been used throughout the English speaking world to taunt idiots and fools.
Therefore, jocularly , in contemporary currency the phrase homo-sapiens defines a common sansculotte-esque undistinguished homonid species. You homo-sapiens think the same self-deluding thoughts, relating to each other through a veil of deception, within a limited field of conscious (non-derkesthai non-transcendental) reponses and conditioned reflexes like sheep.
Don't confuse me for a homo-sapien as I am a Royal Draco Sentien vampire supported by Sarkeny rend and the illuminati.
Now being a Draco Sentien I have a different number of the correct axon membranes in the right type of synaptic receptors and an increased number of dendrites connecting the appropriate brain cells across both hemispheres. In layman’s terms Dragon princesses have round pegs and Dragon Kings have lots of round holes, in stark contrast to non-dragons, who seem to have different shape pegs and holes , and less of either. The Church and modern day psychiatry do not respect this neurodiversity and they hate the fact that they can't use “Dragon magic” so they attempted to destroy it so no one else can use it either. They hope to level the playing field so the stupidity of their own political ruling clients won’t be noticed in comparison to the hopefully exterminated and unobservable wisdom of the true Pendragon kings.
If one thinks they have the right to be acknowledged as a fellow “Draconian” of the ancient Elven, Dragon race then you are welcome to submit a geneology that devolves back to the royal Scythian and Mitanni houses at least 80 generations ago to the Imperial Royal Dragon court and Order or Sarkany Rend.

Hi all! This post is a bit long, so I apologise, there's a bit of a mess in my head right now. I was born in a small town in an Eastern European country, and growing up I very much disliked most things I saw around me - like how people generally behave, the social norms we have, the spirit of my nation etc. At 19 I moved to the UK where I got a degree in Computer Science. I worked hard to put myself through University, and then worked hard to advance in my career. At 22 I met a girl from my home town, going to the same University, and we fell in love. During COVID I can only assume we got increasingly lonelier and more depressed, and we decided to ditch the UK and go back home. At the time both of us were convinced that life in the UK is not for us, that we didn't like the food or the weather, and can not integrate into the community. In all fairness, we did live in the north of England so it was reasonably chilly and rainy most of the time. On top of this, every trip back home used to be on average 15-20 hours, and we'd end up shattered after going home for a week or two. Since coming back to our home country we got married, are expecting a child, and have been going back and forth on whether to go back to the UK or not. We left the UK before we could apply for citizenship, I think we want our kid to have the choice between living in the EU or going to live in the UK, even though we may decide it's not for us in the future. Before we moved back home we foolishly romanticised the idea of "home", but the truth of the matter is that we never lived here as adults, and now most of the things we bump into we compare to the UK. This ends up turning me into an anxious ball of resentment every time I leave the house or hear the news. The second side of the coin is that none of our parents are able to move to the UK. My mother can not fly, and my wife's parents are still bound by work. This means that it's hard to believe we will be visited by them too often if ever. Because of this, I somehow feel like I am taking away the grandparent's chance of being close to us and our kids, and that makes me personally feel like I am betraying them somewhat. We're thinking that this will make it (again) lonely and difficult, especially with a young child. I am also worried that we will spend all our holidays travelling back home. From a financial point of view, both of us work remotely, and my wife will take a sabbatical for a couple of years while the baby grows. At this point, we believe that: - There would unquestionably be more job opportunities in our field in the south of England than there are for remote workers living here. On-site employment here offers a ridiculous wage, and even remote jobs pay considerably less because they take advantage of higher demand from poorer countries. - We expect transit time from there to our home town to be 6-7 hours door to door. - Rent in the south of England will be orders of magnitude higher than the only city we would even consider in our country. - The Numbeo stats for quality of life are 15-20% higher for most of the cities we're looking at in the UK vs our home alternative. - Rent is around 1/3 here compared to the UK, and with a single salary, it would make it easier to save more if we didn't leave. - The education system seems to be better planned in the UK, and there is a lot more respect and care given to children. My home country is quite abusive towards everybody, especially children. - Probably a shallow criterion, but we found food in the UK to be generally tasteless unless you go for restaurants and whatnot. Supermarket veggies and meat don't have much in terms of flavour, at least in the north of England. I guess at this point I'm not quite sure if I should even trust my rationale. On one hand, I am afraid of not romanticising something that I shouldn't, again. On the other hand, most "objective" resources I find point towards the UK being a better place for both us and our children. Please share any thoughts, criticism, question or advice you may have. It is very much appreciated and it may put an end to my 6-month-long mental torture on working this out.