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Hello I'm john (29m) Single, any tips on getting back into dating? Most of my life naglalaro lng ako nang video games pag free time at day offs, I have a gf back then when I was in college after we broke up nabaling lahat nang Oras ko sa pag lalaro, Meron din Naman akong naging fling pero most of them (what I found out) Hindi tlga interesado sa akin mostly gusto lng magpa libre Hindi kami mayaman pero Malaki ung baon ko on my college days ako Ang nag mamanage nang Pera ko na Padala nang mother ko (ofw) and because of that them knowing na abroad Ang mother ko bigla nlng Silang nag papaepal and dikit nang dikit sa akin para lang magpalibre at first galante pa ako pero kinalaunan na realize ko na Hindi pala tlga totoong intimacy Ang habol nila Pera Pera lng, kaya din cguru dun na develop Ang habit ko nag maglaro nlng nang games kesa lumabas nang dorm para Maka iwas, may mga tropa Naman ako ung totoo till now my contact parin kami and time to time nagkikita kita may mga nirereto Naman sila pero after a few dates Walang nag click. Pag sama2 kami nang tropa ko sa galaan medyo dihado tlga Ang itsura ko kesa sa kanila, matangkad maputi matangos Ang ilong at saktuhan Ang pangangatawan sa tropa namin pag dating sa babae ako Ang nagiging last option nang mga ka meetup namin ako Kasi Ang least attractive Hindi ako ung tipong maingay sa tropa at tahimik in between lng, medyo chubby din, tinatnong ko kadalsan ung mga naka meetup namin kung anung unang impression nila sa akin Sabi nila mukha daw akong strikto at nakakatakot(I have beard btw) kaya sila medyo naiilang I change the way I look I trimmed my beard thou not all the way may beard pero di na makapal I change my outfit para Hindi na istrikto tingnan pero ala parin nakailang reto na tropa ko Kaso Wala tlga kaya nag stop muna ako sa meetups Kasi most of the time nagiging third wheel nalang ako eh it's either aalis ung Kasama Nung girl or di na sumipot cguru sinabihan Nung kasama nang kung Anu Anu, so i stoped dating nag focus nlng ako sa work Ang my gaming UN Ang naging routine ko for several years and then COVID happened nawalan ako nang trabaho nag stay ako sa bahay kinailangan ako sustentuhan ulit nang mother ko Kasi Wala akong work, ako Ang naging houseboy sa bahay nang Lolo ko cenile na sya at bingi pag umandar ung pagkatanda nya umaalis nang bahay kaya dapat bantayan 24/7 Kasi Minsan di na marunung umuwi nakakalimutan na kung saan Ang Daan pauwi. Because of this from time to time napapaisip ako, it's like I've hit a wall in my life I feel so alone thou sanay ako may Isa( only son) pero I felt wierd dulot bato dahil sa tumatanda na? 😂 I'm mature because of my family(broken family) at a young age namulat Ang mga mata ko sa realidad thou a cross of time may mga bagay bagay parin akong mga bagong nalalaman Hindi ako mahilig makipag sabayan sa mga ka edad ko dati I thought of them na childish and irrational so dito ako sumasabay sa mga mas matatanda pa sa aking nang 5-6 years may natutunan ako sa kanila about life(thou most of the time mga katarantadohan 😁) pero I felt better mas close ako sa mas matatanda sa akin maybe because Wala akong ate at kuya? sa dorm namin mas close ako sa mga babae na mas matanda sa akin dun ako nagpapaturo nang mga basic na gawaing bahay at humihingi nang tips, on the male side dun ako humihingi nang advice about life(tumatalino tlga pag nakainom 😁 mga tropa ko mas lumalawak ung topic) and then now ung mga tropa ko Meron nang mga asawa at anak sa buong tropa namin dalawa nlng kaming Hindi pa nag aasawa, is it jealousy? Kasi sila may pamilya na ako Wala pa? A few months ago I tried dating apps fb etc most of them rejected me or no reply or maybe it's out of my league idk any tips on how to get back on track? feel ko socially awkward na ako in person especially into strangers tips and comments are pretty much appreciated thanks for reading btw
(Hey everyone! Finally out of the shadow realm! Im reposting chapter five here as it got wiped last time, 6 is still percolating away in my head, but in the mean time, enjoy! Comments are appreciated!)
4-LOM rolled up to the holotable, the aging shipbuilder looking over the various fleet and division commanders.
4-LOM was an old Mk1 astro robot, his main body was a sphere, with four mechanical arms extending from his body, two large and bulky, and the other two smaller, more nimble and accurate, more dexterous, with a cylindrical lower body leading down to his treads, which were angular, tank like in shape, designed for heavy lifting. His head was flat, with a duo of square optics, a set of welding shields flipped up, ready to flip down when and where needed. His backpack was open, with tools sticking out, ready to be grabbed and used.
Looking around, he noted that the Saurians had their Admiral, a middle age Rox, their massive, tyrannasauric form still managing to tower over most of the others, even in holo, while Serano stood next to him. Nearby, Hota sat, nursing a coffee, rubbing his head, while one of the chief science officers hologram glanced at him nervously.
Another door entered, and a Mk12 frame entered, standing at the table. At first glance, the frame looked pristine, but 4-LOM wasn't fooled. He wasn't a shipwright for nothing, and he could see the pitting under the paint where plasma weaponry had uselessly splashed off, taking with it little layers of metal with it. Despite how new the frame looked, it was clear it had seen some action, recently as well, judging by the fresh coat of paint.
More holograms of fleet officials, and the bridges, or representations of their ships, flickered in above their shoulders. Serano looked like he had an old sailing ship floated there idly, a representation of the Enterprise. Some had wasps, while one captain had a cartoonish Barbus fish, with an old style white sailors cap and a belt of dynamite.
And then a small black hole flickered into view in front of his faceplate, making him roll back with a start. Getting a good look at the now pulsing black hole, he seemed to frown, one of his welding shields rising higher to simulate a eyebrow raise….. "Horizon? Is that you, little lass?" He said, with a thick, Scottish accent as his other shield rose up to join the other in shock.
The holographic black hole bobbed up and down in the air, two arms extending out from its corona and spun, as if to represent it, no, her, spinning in happiness. For a moment, 4-LOM was silent, before he began laughing, reaching up, even as his servo passed through the holo. "Ach, what I wouldn't give ta be in the Link with ye, lassie! I'm glad ye survived." He said, as the little ever hungry representation of the ship spun around him, before it shot off, floating near the Mk12, who looked at it.
The 12s head tilted more, as it listening to what the ship was saying, while 4-LOM felt a bit of possessiveness flair. Horizon was one of HIS creations, his and his wife's. Their ships were like children for them. Rolling over, he mentally began preparing a bit of what his wife would call the shovel talk, something they used to do with Captains that took on their vessels……
"Did you need something, Grandfather?" The machine said, domed head snapping to his, taking the wind out of his sails, and stare blankly at the taller, thinner machine.
Behind him, he heard Serano chuckle behind him, even as the Rox raised an eyeridge, while the Saline sat his mug down and placed his head in his hands.
"Grandfather- oh. I see…." He said, gaze turning flat as he gave a glare at Horizon. "I see the little gremlin is still able to make me short a fuse or two. Void knows Maria's hair turned white before she had to move bodies due to someone's antics." The little black hole pulsed sharply, as if squawking. "Would have appreciated a warning she made herself a captain…. Lassie, ye best be teaching him self preservation instincts." Catching the snort from the Rox and the sigh from Serano.
Slowly, his head turned around to face the two, one shield twitching, and finally saw Hota looking up with a flat look. "Too late on that one. I'll pass you the after action report later, AFTER the meeting." Serano said, hiding a smile. "If you want a first hand account, ask Hota. From what I understand, he had a front row seat for the Chaos the two caused."
She wasn't a little ship anymore, she wasnt- ah kriff it all. She was still his little lass. He'll talk with her later…preferably with Maria there…..after he grabbed his wrench and had a….. talk….. with whoever was their crew.
All the admirals and fleet commanders were soon in place, Asimov standing to the side, near the Admiral Serano, Horizons representation floating next to his head as his own panned about, looking at the assembled species. Several robotic ones, not Astro Robot series, called Glinch, looked at him curiously, while he picked out several different….Saurians, a few Roxes, several Trikes.
Several were pale, white skinned humans, bald, be they male or female. Clones, like himself, but with organic bodies, accompanied by nat-born humans, and several more advanced Astro Robot series units, these ones looking everything from near human, to large and bulky, armed with cannons, inbuilt missile launchers on their upper arms, and massive treads, or slimmer, almost skeletal ones with modules that could be swapped out at a moments notice.
"I appreciate ye all for coming on such short notice" 4-LOMs voice said, cutting over the gentle hubbub of the side conversations. "I had hoped that we wouldn't be facing them again, but here we are." The robot said as one of his smaller limbs tapes a command into the console, pulling up images of Everwatch stations current…condition. "Those of yeh from Federation space are more familar of the old stories, battle videos and the like. The Demons, as the Human Federation calls them, have been returned. It's only thanks to the work of Representative Hota that we have this information….. and had stumbled across an old Ace that had woken back up in time for this chaos." 4-LOM said, nodding to the Saline, getting the attention of his compatriots, who he shook his head to.
"Our opponents are equipped with biotech vessels, and are known for appropriating technology to forcibly integrate it with their own. Which means keep an eye out for a worse hodgepodge of weapons than a pirate vessel after its crew hits a pound of Spice and then gets drunk at a star port." 4-LOM said dryly, as various, old, images of the vessels and a few of the newer ones. "That being said, expect the sheer firepower jammed onto each of these ships to be on the higherside. However, they need long recharge periods, likely due to whatever power source used overloading, or the capacitor banks running dry and needing to recharge. Don't be fooled, they do have some form of biological armament, acid spitters, spike launchers, the works." He said, as images flicked up organic turrets, tentacles, and what looked like maws.
"As of right now, several of our larger vessels are being inspected and repaired, resupplied, and upgraded as needed. Several older vessels are being pulled out of mothball for the same reason. All civilian vessels are being drafted for emergency roles, receiving refit with hardware that will allow them to fight in a pinch, though their primary objective will be escorting transport ships and acting as emergency evacuation ships. We won't be expecting them to fight, but we need every ship we can get."
An image flickered into view of what amounted to the humans old museum of warships and deep space vessels, revealing it to be a hive of activity. Many other races had laughed at humanity for keeping their old vessels, rather than scrapping them, but now, now there was a reason why humanity had.
"Patrol fleets are to be at least one Saline Sensor ship, two to three Buckler class Trike Shield Bearers, one Rox Artillery ship, one Vohle capable human vessel, Two human PT ships, and three Raptor Swift claws." 4-LOM said, "these things aren't to be taken lightly. Sensors pick them up, call it in and engage. Stall for time if needed for reinforcements to arrive. Intercept fleets are to consist of five Trike Aegis class Shield Bearers, six Swift claws, one Rox supercarrier, three Rox artillery ships, two Saline Auxiliary ships, one Saline Medical cruiser, one Human Vohle Super-carrier, eight human PT ships, two Human Iowa class destroyers." The elderly bot belted out, making several Captains and admirals wince. Those weren't lightweight ships. The 'patrol' fleet could have been considered a planetary invasion force.
Before anyone could make any arguments or questions as to why the fleets were set to the Human classic of 'Maximum Overkill', and before any more ridiculous fleet deployments could be called out, a slightly panicking human sprinted into the room. "Sir! Confirmed hostile assault on Tisan-4" the human said, breathing heavily. "The Demons made planet fall, looks like a small invasion force that had left before the incursion field went up."
4-LOM stared….and then sighed. "Well, Caliburn had been itching for a fight." He sighed and placed a servo over his optics.
/-----------------------------------/ WARNING: Hostiles detected. Match confirmed; species D-65. Threat level:Apollyon. Combat systems:unlocked.
That was what appeared on the Colony Managers terminal as alarms screamed across the Colony, alerts screaming on PADDs, sirens spinning as bunkers opened up.
An aging Wargen bared his teeth as he rapidly tapped at his terminal, as the younger human clone stood grimly at her manager's terminal.
"Civilians are filling out the bunkers, tunneling charges are set and ready to clear escape routes." The elderly, wolf like Wargen said, his muzzle splitting into four as he spoke, one part vertical, the other horizontally. "Colonial militia are manning hard points and connecting to systems now."
"Understood." The Colony manager said and let out a long breath, before opening the PA system. "All hands, brace for Activation procedure. I repeat, all hands, brace for activation procedure." She said, before securing herself in on one of the chairs, even as the commander buckled himself in across from her, even as terminals all around them flickered and the building shuddered and shook, new lights came online all over.
"And the other races call our alliance insane for building the bunkers" The Wargen muttered under his breath as the command room became a flurry of activity, sensor teams working together in an attempt to get data on their opponents. "Our people are safe. That's what matters, commander." The clone said softly, looking at her long time friend, even as the hidden defense system of the Colony woke up.
Outside, the demonic army approached, on a slow, steady March, disgruntled at the lack of organics they had found to use. They needed biomass to fuel their war machine, to create their bases, their armies, their ships. And while they didn't care much about the sheer number of ships they lost during planet fall thanks to the orbital defenses, they needed to deal with the local defense computers. There had to be a way to broadcast an all clear signal and allow their other ships past.
Before them sat a large, fortified structure, looked like a massive cathedral, really. The irony was not lost on them as ports on the castle-like structure opened up, and began spitting metallic shells at them, exploding after punching through their infantry, leaving craters behind, destroying more of their forces.
The ground shook as their massive siege beast began forming from the splattered biomass, like some strange, oozing horror, slowly forming into a quadropodic creature.
The beast was mostly just a giant mouth in legs, with a long, worm like body lined with eyes, teeth, spikes, and tendrils, flinging said teeth at the structure.
Warlord Gistle ground his teeth as he stared at the cathedral as it held its own, his forces decimated by the attempted rain of metal. Said rain changed to one of scalding plasma as the castle changed tactics to try and burn the bodies to prevent them from forming additional, stronger units.
"Battle lord." Hissed one of the smaller battle chiefs said, as they stepped up next to Gistle. "The Seekers have not located where the miserable Frails have hidden themselves. Our efforts would be best put to entering the fortress ahead." The chief said, pointing at the massive fortress as the siege beast brushed off the weapons fire.
"No need, we will be inside soon en-" Came the guttural voice of the Warlord, before it was interrupted by a computerized voice, echoing out.
"THREAT ASSESSED. ASSUMING COMBAT MODE."
There was a rumble, everyone grabbing onto the stablest thing around them as the ground tore apart, the siege beast stumbling back, as the building tore up its own foundations as steam hissed out, and part of the building lifted up, and then slammed into the ground, and then the other side, slowly pulling itself up….and up…and up……
The structure wasn't a structure. Not any more. Towering over them, looking like a massive hunchback stood the cathedral, it's towers opening, revealing to be cowling around massive artillery cannons. It's arms, once covered with flat pillars, opened up to reveal a set rotating barrels, slowly spinning up, and a bulky duo of MAC batteries on the other arm. Sticking off the side of its upper arms were smaller hardpoints, each turret armed with four barrels, small and accurate, sniping ground units with horrifying accuracy, the soft metal shells ripping away to reveal their incendiary cargo held within steel mesh, allowing the coilguns to spit them out rapidly.
The head section looked like a sphere with three optics in a triangular formation, around a cannon that locked onto the siegebeast and whined, arcing brightly, before it fired, a bright flash seen as the cannon went off, it's round leaving behind a trail of fire as it raced through the air, punching through the beast, making it howl, and began trying to heal the injury that pierced it, ripping open a hole below it.
It's bipedal legs were thick, armored, and just as equally armed, it's lower legs armed with rotary cannons that spun, the lower pair foring a heavy stream of plasma, one barrel firing and then cooling as it spun, the others keeping the pace up, while above them, physical artillery was spat out, helping pierce armor for the plasma to scorch and burn to uselessness. More cannons sat on the sides and back of its legs in, taking aim at the surrounding armies, making sure to add on their screeches of rage.
Hanging off the underside of the platform that held the Cathederal sat more turrets, each swiveling around and adding to the chaos, their mini MAC armament chattering as they fired, picked a new target and fired again. On the top of the platform were AA cannons, taking aim and firing into the air, altering the timing of their rounds so that they acted as impromptu artillery, while more cannons, on four turrets, covered the monstrosities back, preventing them from sneaking up behind it, as if the cannons on the back of its legs weren't enough to cover it.
Warlord Gistle hissed in shock. The Frails had been LIVING in a Siege beast of their own!? Hidden partially underground, deceiving them to make it seem as if it was nothing more than a fortification!?
"Have all expendable units merge with our Siege beast, NOW! if the frails continue to pick our forces off one by one, they will never be able to reinforce our beast after they fall!" Gistle roared, even as around him the battle chiefs barked out the orders……..
The massive machine stared down at the hostile forces as they turned into a thick, biological slurry, short of the Demons themselves, and oozed towards the horror before it.
The monster seemed to absorb the substance on contact, growing larger and larger with each passing moment, howling and hissing.
He could feel his crew cursing in their heads, humans and otherwise, lighting the slurry up with plasmafire, burning some of it, but not enough. Caliburn agreed with them, as his Plasma getting cannon spun up, the five barrels glowing brightly, the heatsinks by the ends of the barrel glowing as the machine poured plasmafire from the barrels, searing into the beasts body, burning it up as it grew, stunting its growth heavily, and forcing it to consume more biomass to make heavy, chitenous armor, layers burning away under the assault.
Caliburn could feel the dust coming off as his gears spun, and he stepped forward, swinging the glowing arm as it cooled down, making the horror screech as he spun his upper body to add to the force of the blow, digging the glowing heating into the beast's face and knocking it back, buying time for his crew to deal with the horrific slurry around them, which still tried to fuse with the horror, chasing after it with a single minded determination.
As his upper body slowed down and he was facing forward again, he saw the beast setting up, snarling. His other arm came up, and he could feel his capacitors burning as he began firing his MAC arm at it, the massive, vehicle sized slugs punching into the beast, knocking it back farther, punching holes in the chitin it tried to grow as armor, making it hiss and move rapidly, trying to put distance between itself and the machine.
Unfortunately, the beast had the advantage in land speed, as it had four legs, while Caliburn only had two and lumbered slowly forward, his aging systems relishing the taste of combat after so long. And now he had far better weapons then a simple crane arm, like he had last time he fought a creature like this.
Because the beast had put distance between itself and him, it managed to absorb the last of the biomass, and began bounding forward, it's maw open, teeth spinning like some sort of Cuisinart….
A target he couldn't miss. His head cannon barked again, not as powerful as last time, but this time, he wasn't trying to rip it apart from the inside. The shell detonated on contact with the teeth, shredding them, tearing into the soft flesh within, making the beast howl and close its maw, it's chitin armor weathering the plasma splashing off, hardened to withstand the smaller weapons fire his crew spat at the creature.
His arms pulled their shrouding back around them, as he drew back and swung, hard, again using his body spinning to his advantage, striking the beast, the heavy weight of the heatsink and the weapon itself burying the shroud covered arm inside, the end opening up. Unfortunately, thanks to the partial shrouding, he wouldn't be able to spin his cannon, but all he needed was one shot inside it, and let it fly, ripping his arm out as it howled, smoke billowing from its new hole it tried rapidly to heal.
The tendrils it had tried to dig into his arm burned away as he kicked it up from below and began unloading both arms, fully unshrouded, the heat coming off both of them making steam hiss up into the air, as the beast took a heavy slug and then a plasma bolt, one after the other, deep into its stomach, sending it onto its back.
Loud popping sounds were heard as its limbs reoriented, allowing its former belly to become its back, the holes sealing slowly as it circled the walking cathedral, even as Caliburn scanned it, his upper body following its every movement. His command crew were breaking down every schematic and scan he gave them, working hard to figure out a way to kill the horror.
In the mean time, Caliburn and his crews would do their damndest to stall the beast and continue on their current plan. Burn it down, slowly.
He could feel his crews tracking the retreating demon forces, listening to the mental chatter within him as the artillery crews happily worked together to figure out their path, searching for the enemy command position, even as sensor crews watched as the rapidly approaching flood of biomass and machinery charged for them, some of the artillery crews already letting loose N-4 shells, the 'super-napalm', as the crews nicknamed them, impacting and exploding, burning into the biomass, unquenchable, even as the biomass attempted and failed to smother the burning substance, only serving to make it worse, melting the weaponry it carried with it.
The only reason why the crews could get away with it was because the biomass wasn't near the Bunkers exits or near infrastructure. Or Burnable items.
Command soon had a viable target, a sort of brain mass it had, separated throughout its body in a vain attempt to make sure it could still operate when a few of them were destroyed.
Several had been burned away by the plasma bolt going off inside of it, but many more remained, and it was attempting to make more/replace the burned away ones. They needed to eliminate the command signal….
Jubilation and grim satisfaction bloomed in his sensor and artillery crews, as he felt the mad scramble for bunker busting shells, before they were let loose into the air. Even as he blocked a tail strike from the beast and managed to crush its head under one foot, letting his landing engines ignite for the first time in decades to burn the creature more, his crews targeted the command bunker, shelling it with deadly accuracy, smoke rising from the hill they were tucked away behind in the distance, making Caliburn burn with satisfaction and praise for his crew.
Gistle ran as fast as his hooves could move him, teeth barred as he snarled.
Around him, their command temple shook and shuddered, veins bursting, cables arcing wildly as the biomass contracted involuntarily or simply sagged, turning to biomass.
"Warlord, they are heavily shelling our position, we won't be able to retreat at this rate!" Hissed one of the Battle Chiefs at his side, hissing in fear, even as he snarled at the Pitiful, compared to him, creature. "We won't be taking everyone, only the essentials. The Everlasting King must be notified of this development. King be damned, the frails took the time to prepare for our arrival again." He growled as he came out to a hanger area, and ran into a small, fast ship, even as the others ran into larger, bulkier, slower ships.
Soon, the chitin that served as the door opened, and they shot out, erratically flying, trying to avoid the artillery shells, and now AA fire joining the fray.
He kept close to his compatriots, using them as a living shield as he twisted the small vessel around, smirking as he dodged the fire while they took it..
They were almost to space, soon, they could tear a Gate and get the fleet-
Reality tore open above him as a massive ring shaped vessel pushed itself into real space, disgorging hundreds of smaller vessels, bearing down on their positions, others engaging the floating fleet around them with aggressive assault runs, the sudden appearance in the system allowing them to have the element of surprise.
Weapons fire began filling the space around f them, tearing at their vessels faster then they could repair them as little, frail vessels zipped in and out of line of fire faster then they could shoot, track, or react, unloading slugs, plasma, torpedoes in a flurry of activity before diving away, allowing their munitions to wreak havoc amongst them.
Already, the larger vessels were disabled before Gistle managed to sacrifice one, smirking as it warped, it's biomass fueling the Gate, as he flew through, hoping he was in friendlier territories, unaware of a sensor torpedo flying in behind him.
Down below, on the surface, Caliburn flung back his opponent again, arms blazing as he shelled it.
It was bigger then it had been, managing to absorb the biomass from the surviving landing ships and the remains of the command center they shelled out. It's armor was thicker, and was flinging out dozens, hundreds of calcium spikes, spitting its unknown energy weapons, only to splash off his shields, for the energy weapons, and his ar.or foe the calcium spikes, even as his weapons screeched.
The beast had holes all over its chitenous armor, from his shells punching in, or his artillery crews shelling the beast, his plasma following close behind as he sought to burn the creature out from the inside, going so far as to ram his plasma cannon inside and unload it, the rotating barrels helping tear it up from the inside as the heat sinks burned it.
Ships began dropping down from above, doing strafing runs, dropping smaller caliber explosives, distracting the beast as he tore another hole in it by spinning his upper body, one shrouded cannon arm striking the beast and ripping in, just as a gunship fired a Cleaner into it, just before it healed.
A burning flash of light, a horrific scream from the beast as it howled, body jerking as the explosive did its job…. Before it swung down, still alive, though just barely, it's armor shattering rather then buckling on the next strike from Caliburn, a facsimile of a uppercut, before the barrels let loose again, even as the plasma cannon dumped bolt after bolt into its lower body, searching for, burning the neural clusters as he found them.
The beast wrenched itself away from his grasp, snarling as it looked at him, the beast snarling as it tried to heal from the most recent injuries.
Caliburn felt his crew snarling back, his cannons swiveling around as they gave their response in munitions as he lumbered forward, the ground shaking from his steps and the escape ships erupting out of the ground around them, his rotary cannon screaming as it fired, the MAC on the other arm barking as he hit it again and again as it charged forward.
The beast no longer cared for its injuries, all it cared was to take the metal monster before it down, spitting acid out of it as it tried, and failed, to blind the machine, even as said machine swung its smoldering plasma cannon up and brought down the burning barrels down on its head, smashing it into the ground, pinning it there as it's crew continued shelling it out ruthlessly.
Caliburn refused to let the beast survive, he refused to let the thing get to the civilians. His crew snarled their agreement as the beast tore the pinned head off its body, even as it burned away to nothing, and tried to charge again, blindly, only to smash against the MAC arm and receive a pair of heavy slugs to the neck stump for its troubles, sending it somersaulting back, trying to reform its head.
It was much, much smaller now, now matching Caliburns size, due to all the biomass loss, it's head reforming as it snarled.
Caliburn seemed to roll his pauldrons and twitched his MAC, as if saying 'come at me'. The beast howled and charged forward, razor sharp tentacles erupting from its sides, whipping about wildly, only for turret crews to blast the tentacles off at the base, and for his artillery crews to shell it down from above, flattening it into the ground again with explosive shells.
Again, the beast began pulling itself out of the ground, only for another strafing run from aircraft , this time dropping standard napalm canisters onto the beast, making it howl as it healed around the canisters, and began burning from within.
It thrashed and writhed, tail and body whipping about, even as Caliburn kept firing, not letting up, shells puncturing the chitin bubble it was trying to form around the napalm to contain it, keeping it burning into the beasts body.
At last, the beast tried to fling itself at Caliburn, thinking that it could at least burn out the mechanical monster with it, only for Caliburn to swing and strike it, flinging it away again, the beasts body unable to get back up, and laid there, slowly burning away at last……………
I met a guy on Bumble two weeks ago and we hit it off really well, we even went on a second date. The problem is, he said he’s only looking for casual relationships. FWBs, etc. I politely refused his offer, but thanked him for his candor and for the fun dates. He was nice din naman in taking the refusal and said we should still remain friends.
Pero si ate girl mo tingin nang tingin sa account ng guy 🥲🥲 the annoying part is it became almost like a muscle memory. I would open the app and realize what I’m doing moments after pa. Now, I’ve been in this loop before and it’s just not healthy, so I decided to delete the app itself (but not the account lol) to prevent myself from doing it over and over again.
I caught myself doing it at least twice this afternoon before realizing I deleted it na pala, and God I’m so proud of myself. Wala nang tanga sa 2023!!!
Pokušavam da ukapiram kako radi ovaj SBB-ov GeoBlok. Naime, moji roditelji imaju SBB kod kuće i pošto sam student, u stanu gde stanujem je Mts. Logično, SK ne mogu da gledam preko kućnog neta, pa ja puštam svoj mobilni internet. E sad, meni je mobilni internet takođe MTS. Eon radi savršeno na telefonu preko podataka. Pošto me smara da gledam u mali ekran, puštam internet sa telefona laptopu, I tako pokušavam da gledam SK. 8 od 10 puta će mi na laptopu izaći GeoBlok, uprkos mobilnim podacima.
Zanima me da li negde browser ili Web app kešira info o provajderu kada sam povezan na kućni net, pa mi onda po inerciji blokira kanal i preko mobilnih podataka, ili jednostavno oni blokiraju EON samo na kompu pošto mi je mobilni paket takođe mts?
We broke up February (5 months of being together) this year because I found out that he is cheating on me. Meeting and sleeping with a lot of girls he met through online app. On top of that, may long time girlfriend pa pala siya sa Japan.
Ginawa niya akong kabit nang di ko alam. Haha
I tried my best to get over it and I can say na I am so much better now. Pero minsan kasi I miss “us.”
I felt so alive while we’re still dating. I experienced a lot of stuff like playing golf, bowling, traveling, eating out on weekends, doing random dances sa condo niya, home cooking.. basta that’s when I felt most alive.
Minsan bigla na lang ako iiyak kasi I miss those moments o di kaya minsan naiisip ko na if he didn’t cheat on me, we could’ve been so amazing. Nanghihinayang, in short.
One time, hinahanap siya ng youngest sister ko. Close kasi sila eh. Every time it happens, it still breaks my heart.
Ni hindi nga ako galit sa kanya eh. Hindi ako nagalit sa kanya when it happened; I was just super hurt. That’s it.
I am sure na ayoko ng makipag balikan sa kanya kasi I am never gonna have that peace of mind but why do I still yearn for those moments? Ito ba yung tinatawag nilang trauma bonding?
Do I still love him or do I just miss the memories and the person that I thought he was?
How can I cope up with this? Sobrang busy ko ng tao. I have a 9-7 work tas I do business pa on side. I workout, too. I go out alone or sometime catch up with friends.
Nangyayari lang siya when I have free time like right now. Ayoko namang maging workaholic just because I don’t want to think about him anymore.
Please respect po. I would appreciate it. Thank you.
P.S. got myself tested din for HIV, thank God I’m nonreactive.
I'm sorry, but I did not take careful note of what exactly it said. It asked if I wanted to update my home in the Home APP, and I clicked yes absentmindedly.
This was not part of software update.
I have a number of non-Apple-certified switches (Mini Smart Plug Model DoHome-PA) that work much better than my Apple-certified more expensive plugs like the EVE Elgato. They work instantly, where EVE takes seconds to activate.
I just had to go around the house re-initialising all these plugs after deleting them from Home APP.
Anyone know what this update was? I feel silly not having documented it.
EDIT: these plugs do not require a hub.
TLDR: My dad pays $250/month on a bundle whose deal expired years ago. Do I go all “new customer” using myself to get those deals, or does that cause a pain in 2 years when we have to do this dance again?
My father doesn’t remember to log in to look for new deals/rates when one service period ends, and now he’s up to $250 per month (w/taxes and fees) for preferred cable, 150mbps internet (leftover from who knows when b/c they don’t even offer that speed anymore), and a landline (part of the old bundle that is now costing $10/month to sit in a drawer). The truth is that he can’t afford this. It’s completely unsustainable.
Every time I log in to try and work out a better bundle (aka 250 mbps, keep cable, & get rid of the phone line), it either comes out to “no deal available” or it drops to cable starter package with the 250 Mbps for maybe $175.
He works from home and does Zoom calls 4-5 days per week, so the upped internet would be ideal. He says he “doesn’t watch cable,” that he “just watches on [his] phone,” but he’s watching on the contour app, so he does indeed watch cable. He continues to not understand this concept, so I’ve given up trying to convince him.
When I go into an incognito tab and run the deal myself, it gives me $150 (w/o taxes and fees) for the deal we want over a 2 year period with a 1 year contract. We would both be fine with a contract of a year, but I’ve never played this contract game before. In 2 years, would he go back to being a “new customer”? I know that loyalty discounts are a thing of the past, but idk if there’s a downside to cancelling his account after 20+ years with them. ffs his first email was a cox . net address!
p.s. I’m autistic and he’s old, so neither one of us do well with a brand new UI, which eliminates playing the switch-ISP lottery every few years.
I know mali ung ginawa kong pakielaman yung personal apps niya but I dunno bigla ko nalang nafeel icheck yung TG niya.. Then naisip ko rin tignan if may archived and then...
Saw a few GCs of vids/photos of pinay/pinoy sex contents Minimum of 3 ladies na nakaka chat niya, flirting with them. What hurts the most is recently lang yun around December / March.
Nabbasa ko lang dati ung mga ganung stories and dun pa lang sumasakit na puso ko...
And now na first hand ko na sya naexperience.. Di ko alam mararamdaman ko.
And BTW we've been in a situationship/MU for 3 yrs narin.. And fault ko to kasi I have fears parin ipa kilala sya sa parents ko.. Plan ko na sana sya sagutin this June.. So I guess karma na ba yun sakin?
I mean, WHY?! haha d b pwedeng rekta n lng kmi send ng cv and cover letter sa JS or LinkedIn?
Anyway, you guys experienced applying like this? did you land the job? Is the result worth the hassle? I always experience this way back where I was taken to a link outside the job hunting app. Nung nakita ko n may registration n kelangan fill-up-an sa website nla, I didn't try again. was I wrong? dapat b tinutuloy ko ung mga ganun? Feeling ko kc madaming paligoy ligoy pa bago ung actual application haha
Can I apply by contacting them directly in their e-mail?