I did it… FINALLY. All in 1 night I got the Auric Storm Survivor title, Orthus Champion Insignia and Hazard Hunter Frame. I just wanted to celebrate with you mother Karkers. What a ride.
2024.12.29 05:25 SiirSiims I did it… FINALLY. All in 1 night I got the Auric Storm Survivor title, Orthus Champion Insignia and Hazard Hunter Frame. I just wanted to celebrate with you mother Karkers. What a ride.
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2024.12.29 05:25 Same_Working488 !I was down
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2024.12.29 05:25 StoicandNerd577 33 [F4M] #Idaho #PNW #Online. May have had a bit to drink! Looking to flirt, make connections, and have good conversations.
Hi!
Looking to find some engaging people to chat with. Could it be you? I sure hope so!
I am S&N. I am a 33 year old female. I just got engaged on Halloween! (Complete with a coffin engagement ring, would you expect anything less!?) My fiancée and I are in the early stages of opening up our relationship, and it is both exciting and nerve wracking! I am really enjoying what I am learning, researching, and the people I have gotten to know. I work a super public job, so at the moment I am looking for someone close- but not in my hometown. If that makes sense.
Let's see... what to share about me? Like I mentioned, I work a public job. I work as a mental health therapist- which is good news for you! It means I am emotionally aware and mature. Doesn't mean I'm perfect, as I still have my issues- but I try really hard to communicate clearly and effectively. My job is really draining, so I ask for some patience and grace as I navigate getting to know you, while balancing real life and my own emotions. I have two dogs and a cat, and I am now the proud owner of a jumping spider. She really is the cutest thing! I recently bought a townhouse this year- so I am now an official homeowner, too! Honestly, my house is probably my favorite place to be.
I consider myself a nerd (hence the name). I like Star Wars, Marvel, book series, romantasy books, and Dune. Dune is currently my hyper fixation right now, so unless you're ready to talk about how Paul Atreides is the original fallen hero- don't ask about it, haha. You have been warned! I also am obsessed with the gothic and the macabre, as well as enjoying the... spookier side of life. So if that is your jam, please let me know. I also like movies whether it be going and seeing them, or curling up with a good movie and a fluffy blanket. I like to go to plays, concerts (recently got to see AND meet Yung Gravy), try new restaurants, cook and bake (when the mood strikes) and be with my family and loved ones.
My partner and I have been together for 3.5 years. We have always been interested in having an open relationship, We tried swinging, but we had vastly different tastes, and real life happened... and well, we dropped that. But we have been having healthy discussions about it, and are working on establishing good boundaries, rules, etc. I am still learning and so is he, but we've got a good dialogue going, and a solid foundation. I am sure there will be ups and downs, because that's life... But for right now, I am so excited about the possibilities.
So... with all of that being said, I know you're wondering "so what is she looking for"? I am so glad you asked! Right now, I am looking for someone to get to know, connect with, flirt with, and have a fun, witty and playful banter with. I am open to meeting someone IRL in the future, but as of right now it will be strictly an online sort of thing. At least until the holidays are over. It is just too hectic!
I am not sure if this is important info: but my partner will know that I'll be talking to someone, because communication is sexy- but otherwise I don't share super specific information with him. Just so that no ones personal drama or life gets communicated back to someone random. Its meant to be a good thing- and I hope it comes across as such!
Looking forward to meeting all of you!
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2024.12.29 05:25 Socks_and_Sandals23 i just woke up in a cold sweat after dreaming that Mii Brawler had super armor on all his smash attacks
worst dream ever
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2024.12.29 05:25 Twist_Of_Fate02 Dedicated server help
So I've set up a dedicated server on nitrado and it's running. My friends can join and play but I can't even find the server no matter what. I've deleted and reinstalled game. I've changed firewall on router but don't think that's the issue as my son checked on his PS and found and joined fine. Tried restarting server through website all these things to no avail. I can get invite from friend who's in it and switch to admin fine but even when I leave I still cannot find the server.
I'm honestly so sick of it and I'm at the end of my rope. Any help will be appreciated
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2024.12.29 05:25 biscuitsandcream1 What do people think you listen to vs what you actually listen to?
Based on my appearance I usually get the stereotypical popular girl artists like Taylor Swift, Carrie Underwood, Olivia Rodrigo, etc. anything pop or country.
Vs me actually listening to: Nirvana, Alice In Chains, Fleshwater, System of a Down. Basically anything classic rock/metal.
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2024.12.29 05:25 Powerchordman Pitchshifter - Hidden Agenda (2000)
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2024.12.29 05:25 Over_Touch_3201 Meeru em antaru bondhas
 | I respect PhD and call them doctors as they have done their doctorate. I respect physiotherapists as they help with the therapy part but don't call them doctors as they are not doctors. I hate homeopathy people as they are still pursuing a field that is just fraud, and maybe the person is not bad at heart but stupid enough to pursue that field. Meeru em antaru guys submitted by Over_Touch_3201 to Ni_Bondha [link] [comments] |
2024.12.29 05:25 tuilll Does someone know if its legal for example, for Ferrari F1 drivers to race in a third HYPERCAR at the 24h of Le Mans WEC round? Not in 2025 since it collides with Canadian GP but yeah :)
Hi, first and foremost: its a bit unrelated but I feel it can be considered “Discussion” but I didnt find an “off topic” flair so my bad if I went too much off but yeah. And also excuse me if there are any typos or redundancies, english is not my first language and im still learning lol… BUT MY POINT IS:
I feel 2024 is an amazing year for Ferrari. Monaco and Monza for Charles, home GP of the team and himself, also Carlos farewell with two wins, and winning the 24 Hours of LeMans for the second year in a row with the car that didn’t win last year (in F1 terms like if in 2008 Massa was champion after Kimi in 2007).
I was thinking about the 70s that F1 drivers used to pop up at LeMans. I imagine each of the three drivers per car has a ranking, (like for example a “gentleman driver” needs to hypothetically be paired with Leclerc and Hamiltom).
But I was thinking that, hypothetically because it collides with the Canadian GP, BUT, if I was at Ferrari, as in the brand itself not the F1 or WEC team but actually Ferrari as a whole, and if it was legal (that that is my doubt)… and of course if it didn’t clash with an F1 round unlike this year, I would field a third car with Charles, Lewis and Arthur Leclerc.
I think that it would generate a phenomenon similar to MotoGP fans that tuned in to watch Rossi, I don’t think it would be disrespectful to the other to HYPERCARS because if it was me I would focus more on the actual championship than on the PR stunt… BUT if lets say HAM and LECx2 were to inbetween rounds contest the 24 Hours of Le Mans round in WEC, is that legal? If not why not.
And if it isnt I would field a third car with Arthur, Schwartzmann and Kimi Raikkonen. Like yeah, you read correctly but Kimi is, and sadly, the only living Ferrari legend that can drive. I feel that if in 2013 Ferrari had a LeMans prototype to try to add to Schumis Ferrari CV a 24h of Le Mans win would’ve been attractive, and I feel a one off Le Mans chance for a Ferrari mid 2025 when he will still be the last Ferrari F1 champ is a nice little thank you + farewell. He went out well with that COTA W in 2018 but we remember Abu Dhabi 2021 for the VER-HAM drama (and rightly so) and when we remember it was the last GP for Kimi at least I go “damnnn thats crazy”.
So yeah, does someone here knows if its legal or not? I remember Porsche in 2015 fielded a third car only for that race.
Fun Fact: Lando Norris and Fernando Alonso raced as teammates in the 24 Hours of Daytona in 2018. They finished P13 in their class :)
Thx in advance.
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2024.12.29 05:25 Sensitive-Flan3758 i don't think its a good idea to be jerking to my nn nl ex gf as a premature ejaculator
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2024.12.29 05:25 Eashan_Chowdhury [Magic Academy’s Genius Blinker] Just began to read this and really liking it!
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2024.12.29 05:25 AndreZEvolution A bit husky 4 star trade 1:1
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2024.12.29 05:25 Restricted_section7 My neighbors puppies
So my neighbors just got a German shepherd husky mix puppy and then a couple weeks later got another from the same litter. I know dogs and I know that a huge challenge to take on. Which is fine. I’m not one to metal but I’ve noticed them screaming at them and locking them out back. Out back for them is just the wooden porch, not the yard. Which I guess to each their own but it breaks my heart. Well tonight I come home, it’s pouring out, and they’re out back soaked in the rain crying. She comes out and yells at them to shut the f**k up. Idk what to do… it’s so sad to hear them crying and I know the animal control shelter is full right now…
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2024.12.29 05:25 MessiMaster1027 Click for click I have all my clicks
https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8NKcRWP/
Reply with links and I’ll click back if I see timestamp
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2024.12.29 05:25 TinyBuffalo8323 But now you have been united with Christ Jesus. Once you were far away from God, but now you have been brought near to him through the blood of Christ.
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2024.12.29 05:25 AmitBrian Gyro Mouse for Xreal One?
Has anyone used or have any suggestions for an air or gyro mouse for the Xreal mouse for the Xreal mouse that let you have those laser type effects that other AR devices have beyond the typical mouse effects that a normal monitor would have? Thanks.
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2024.12.29 05:25 Inevitable_Budget585 How is chemical engineering in Mongolia?
How broad is the job market, is it hard or easy to find a job? What's the salary?
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2024.12.29 05:25 Peeecee7896 Trump calls federal judge's decision on border wall "major, crucial WIN"
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2024.12.29 05:25 Swaggestfr Made the staring cat into a lithopane
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2024.12.29 05:25 felizticia Need vouch
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2024.12.29 05:25 LeanderTheMan How big can Dam Seek get
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2024.12.29 05:25 Necessary_Walrus1703 The Cursed Medallions (Part1)
I've learned to make myself invisible in hotel rooms. The slightly musty carpets, the over-starched bedsheets, the distant murmur of someone’s television bleeding through the walls - my world has been reduced to these anonymous spaces.
Each one a little different, but all melding into a seamless pattern of hiding places and temporary havens.
Three days here, maybe four in the next, then I’m gone before my scent settles, before my presence starts to etch itself into the memory of the place.
I’ve worn so many aliases these past few weeks that I am slowly starting to forget the woman beneath them all.
The rules I follow are strict, but they’ve kept me safe since the incident.
It’s been 3 months since that fateful day, yet its shadow continues to cling to me.
Sometimes, it feels like I’m endlessly on the run, constantly glancing over my shoulder, bracing for everything to eventually collapse. And sometimes, I even wish it would—just so that I could finally face whatever’s hunting me, to let it catch up, to let it engulf me if it must, simply to be free of this suffocating weight of waiting.
Every morning, I comb through the newspapers without fail, searching for any updates from the police about the case.
A small part of me even hopes they’ve managed to catch Ben—not because I want him behind bars, but because knowing he’s alive and well would bring a strange kind of relief. At least then, I’d have something tangible to hold onto—a shred of certainty in this endless fog of doubt and fear.
The phone in my hand, as I stood on the balcony of my latest hotel room, was a painful reminder of him. Most of the time, it stays buried in my suitcase, wrapped in layers of clothing, only allowed to surface once the sun has set and the streets outside have quietened down.
It was the last thing Ben gave me before we split, when the cops were closing in on us.
Every night, I power it on for a minute—just long enough to check for any text from him, a message, a sign, something to tell me about the next move or the next destination.
In the weeks after the incident, Ben kept in regular contact.
Despite being on the run, he somehow found ways to send updates about his whereabouts, reassuring me that he was safe. For a month, we managed to stay connected even as the police circled closer.
When the heat began to finally die down, we had even started talking about meeting again, planning our reunion after this nightmare.
But then, out of nowhere, the messages stopped. It’s been over eight weeks since I last heard from him.
Did he lose his phone? Was he arrested without my knowledge? Or did he cross paths with someone dangerous?
Ben always had a knack for getting into trouble, and the possibilities churn endlessly in my mind.
Or did he simply abandon me?
That last thought cut the deepest.
Did he leave me to fend for myself, knowing full well the trouble we were in?
I powered on the phone and stood silently as it booted up. My fingers hovered over the screen as I checked the inbox. The last text I’d sent him was still marked undelivered. The same pattern, night after night, and it never failed to make me both anxious and angry.
With a sigh, I switched the phone off and leaned against the balcony railing, gazing down at the street below as a handful of cars rolled by, their headlights cutting through the stillness of the night.
I was running out of money and had enough maybe to last another week, that too only if I stretched every dollar.
Unless…unless…
Before I could complete the thought, a sharp movement to my right suddenly startled me.
My heart skipped a beat when a large bird swooped down, landing on the metal rail of the balcony with a solid thud.
It took me a second to realize it was a crow, and a large one at that, more like a raven as it locked eyes with me, tilting its head in that unnerving way birds do, before clicking its claws against the railing.
My breath slowed as recognition dawned. This wasn’t the first time I’d seen it. The same bird had perched on the balcony of my previous hotel room, in nearly the same way.
Was it simply scavenging for food from strangers? I wondered.
Yet something about it also felt oddly familiar, though I couldn’t quite place how.
“Are you hungry?” I finally asked, the words barely audible, as if testing the air between us.
I stepped back inside, and rummaged through the minibar until I found a small pack of salted peanuts. Returning to the balcony, I opened the packet and held a few pieces out in my palm.
The raven hesitated, its beady black eyes flicking between my face and the offering.
Then, with deliberate caution, it hopped closer. Its sharp beak tapped against my palm as it picked at the peanuts, each peck sending a slight shiver through me. The sensation lingered, a curious mix of unease and fascination.
As I stood there, watching it eat, I realized just how long it had been since I’d felt the touch of another living being.
Months of isolation, moving from one nondescript hotel room to the next, had left me starved of any connection. The thought brought an ache that made me long for Ben even more—his touch, his warmth, the fleeting comfort of knowing someone was there.
When the bird had finished, it lifted its head, staring at me with an intensity that made me wonder if it could actually see the thoughts swirling in my mind.
Then, as suddenly as it had arrived, it took off in a flurry of dark feathers, vanishing into the night.
I sighed and slowly walked back to my room and placed the phone back in its usual hiding spot, but my eyes drifted almost involuntarily to the zip-lock pouch lying beside it. The medallion inside caught the dim light, its gold surface glinting faintly.
"You’re the cause of all my troubles," I whispered bitterly, my voice barely audible as the weight of the words seemed to linger in the air.
I reached for the pouch and pulled out the medallion. It was about the size of an Olympic medal.
One side of the medallion held a large ruby, blood-red and mesmerizing, while the other bore an intricate engraving—an hourglass with a bird etched behind it.
Leaning closer to examine the bird, my breath hitched.
It was a raven, its form strikingly similar to the one that had perched on my balcony earlier. I hadn’t made the connection before, my attention always usually drawn instead to the vivid red ruby. But now, with the realization settling in, an uneasy chill crept over me.
I immediately felt my heart race again wondering if all this was nothing but an eerie coincidence. But deep inside, I intuitively knew that was not the case.
The weight of the medallion in my hand pulled me back to another moment in time—an incident at a pawn shop a few months back.
“Oh my god, what are these?” I remember asking Pete, the shop assistant behind the counter, my excitement mounting as I pointed to a locked display case set apart from the rest of the collection.
Pete slipped on a pair of gloves and removed a tray from the display case. He placed it on the counter in front of us, displaying two gold medallions—one centered with a deep red ruby, the other with a vivid green emerald, both sparkling under the store lights.
“What are these again?” I repeated, unable to suppress the fascination in my voice.
“These are the Auric Seals of Teotihuacan,” Pete explained, smiling. “They’re of ancient Mesoamerican origin and are said to be over 800 years old. We are currently looking to find a buyer.”
“They are beautiful,” I murmured, instinctively reaching to pick one of the medallions. But Pete’s voice cut through the air, stopping me just in time.
“Don’t touch it,” he warned, his expression suddenly tense. “It’s …supposed to be cursed,” he added.
I quickly pulled my hand back as Pete wiped his brow nervously. I glanced over at Ben, who had stood beside me all this time, his bored expression now replaced by one of sudden interest.
“Ohhh… that’s interesting,” he said, raising an eyebrow and whistling softly—the first sign of enthusiasm I’d seen from him since we’d entered the shop.
My thoughts again cut back to the present as I lay on my bed, the medallion resting in my palm, its cold surface pressing against my bare skin.
“Oh, the thing is cursed alright,” I said out loud, acknowledging how everything had gone to shit the moment it came into my possession.
On the other hand, it was the only remaining thing of value I had left with me, and I needed to somehow sell it to get my hands on some cash. But I also had to get rid of it without catching attention from the cops.
Exhaustion slowly washed over me as I weighed my options, and before I knew it, I had drifted off to sleep as the medallion lay next to me.
The next day, I got into my car, and just as I was about to start it, I spotted the same raven perched on a lamppost, it’s beady eyes fixed on me with an unsettling intensity. At that moment, my phone pinged.
Retrieving it from my pocket, my heart raced as I saw a text from Ben—a set of coordinates to some unknown destination. Desperately, I tried calling and texting him back just to make sure it was him, but there was no response.
The raven suddenly took off, disappearing into the distance, while I remained in the car, grappling with the decision I knew I had to make. A few seconds later, I keyed in the coordinates and started driving.
I hadn’t driven far when I noticed the raven ahead, gliding low along the road, almost as if it were leading the way.
I drove for hours, passing through scenic routes that looked like something out of an old postcard. From rolling hills dotted with clusters of trees to sleepy towns with cobblestone streets, the journey felt timeless.
Eventually, I reached a small, picturesque town and stopped in front of a peculiar yet elegant looking house. The large purple door was flanked by a neat row of plants along the portico, while a well-maintained garden beside it added to the inviting atmosphere.
As I sat in the car, staring at the purple door, I wondered what awaited me if I rang the bell.
Stepping out, I slowly walked toward the door.
On the doorstep lay a half-open yellow colored Chanel bag overflowing with cash. One of the stacks had a large red stain on it which looked like dried blood.
For a fleeting moment, I thought about taking the bag and leaving, but before I could act, the purple door creaked open wide on its own.
I suddenly jolted awake as the alarm blared across the room, realizing I was still in bed, the coin clutched tightly in my hand.
Sitting up, I pressed my fingers to my temples, trying to ease the sharp headache pounding across my forehead.
A long shower and a hot breakfast at a nearby diner thankfully provided a modicum of relief.
Stepping into the crisp morning air, I rubbed my hands for warmth before slipping them into my trench coat, where my fingers brushed the medallion.
Instinctively, I glanced across the quiet street looking for any sign of the raven, but it was nowhere to be seen.
I quietly got into my car and drove toward Gaimon Square, a busy place in this part of town where I was looking to sell the medallion.
Upon arriving at my destination, I parked my vehicle a few meters before the road split into three directions.
To the left, an alley led to a row of jewelry shops that lined the street, their displays faintly gleaming in the morning light.
Straight ahead stood the town's largest bank, the TransUnion Bank, perched atop a broad set of stairs and attracting a steady stream of visitors.
To my right was the square itself, an open space bordered by a park where a flock of pigeons fluttered about, pecking at grains tossed by an elderly man dressed in thick woolen wear.
As I scanned the area for cops, I spotted a patrol car in the distance idly sitting by. I knew I needed to maintain a low profile and be discreet.
Just as I was about to turn left and take the alley leading to the line of jewelry shops, I saw the raven again. It perched itself on one of the lampposts adjacent to the park.
But this time, his gaze wasn’t fixed on me. Instead, he was looking behind me.
Turning around, I saw a young man sharply dressed in a suit, holding a briefcase.
I watched him walk past me as he held a phone to his ear and stopped a few meters ahead, glancing around, as if trying to decide where to go next.
The raven, still perched on the lamppost, suddenly let out a piercing caw. The sharp sound startled the flock of pigeons, sending them scattering into the air. The elderly man feeding them stopped and looked around, confused, as the birds abandoned the grains he had tossed on the ground.
Meanwhile, the man in the suit seemed to have made his decision. He turned left, heading toward the alley I was headed for.
Without warning, the raven shot into the air, its wings beating furiously before shifting into a controlled glide. It swooped down on the man, claws extending mid-air to snatch his phone, then immediately wheeled around and flew straight back at me.
As it approached, it dropped the phone into my open arms before returning back to the lamppost, watching the unfolding event with a keen eye.
Turning around, I saw the young man quickly closing the distance between us, his face twisted in panic, and sweat streaming down his forehead.
Before I had any time to react, he crashed into me, and we both hit the ground hard.
As I lay sprawled on my back, he scrambled to wrestle the phone from my grasp, grabbed his fallen briefcase, and quickly got back on his feet.
With the phone pressed to his ear, he began to hurry toward the alley again, but stopped abruptly when he noticed two cops sitting in the patrol car staring directly at us.
The man started yelling on his phone, as the car began to drive in our direction.
Meanwhile I instinctively reached into my pocket to check for my medallion, but suddenly, a sharp, splitting pain pierced through my forehead.
As the guy in the suit stood frozen to his spot, desperately glancing left and right looking for directions, I saw something impossible transpire even through the haze of pain – a version of him ascending those stairs with the briefcase clutched tightly to his chest.
The figure reached the topmost step, turned around in front of the bank’s entrance, and was obliterated in the next instant—his body blown to bits, leaving nothing but a crimson mist.
Before I could even process what I had seen, the man standing only a few feet in front of me suddenly bolted toward the bank.
Tossing his phone aside, he charged up the stairs like a madman, brushing past a woman who had just descended after her visit to the bank. The sudden jolt caused her to lower her sunglasses and glance back at him, a flicker of confusion crossing her face.
My stomach churned when I noticed a yellow Chanel bag slung across her shoulder as she then continued to walk in my direction. At that exact moment, the raven, still perched on the lamppost, abruptly took off, retreating from the scene and completely vanishing from view.
But my eyes were now all glued on the man in the suit who stood in front of the entrance with his back to the building, looking at the briefcase, which he held up at waist level - his face contorting into one of relief as if he was readying himself for what was coming next.
I scrambled to my feet and rushed toward the woman, who was now only a few feet away from me. Just as I reached her, the man lifted the briefcase above his head like a trophy.
Time seemed to slow as I watched his head explode, followed by his arms tearing away from his torso. His body split in little chunks, unleashing a powerful shockwave that sent us both hurtling back ten feet.
The police patrol car, which had just reached the base of the stairs, absorbed the brunt of the blast, shielding us from the worst of the impact. The force was enough to flip the car onto its roof, leaving chaos in its wake as panicked screams filled the air and people fled in all directions.
The woman lying beside me began screaming hysterically, her face streaked with dirt and blood, her lips split open from the blast.
The shattered sunglasses with one lens missing, hung crookedly on her nose, leaving an exposed eye staring down at her own body in horror—where a severed hand rested uncomfortably on her chest.
She writhed and clawed at the air in desperation and swiped at it helplessly in an effort to get rid of it.
Finally, I grabbed the severed hand and flung it aside.
Without a word, she stumbled to her feet and bolted, abandoning her bag in all that commotion.
Dizzy and on shaky legs, I forced myself upright, picked up the bag from where it had fallen, and fought my way through a herd of panic stricken people.
Reaching the car at last, I swung the door open, threw the bag inside, and collapsed behind the wheel.
My hands trembled uncontrollably, my ears buzzed with an unrelenting ring, and my heart pounded so hard it felt like it might burst.
For a moment, I just sat there unable to process what had just happened. Then I looked at the bag lying next to me. Slowly, I unzipped it, unsure of what I’d find.
It was packed to the brim with neatly bundled stacks of hundred-dollar bills.
As I stared in disbelief, a drop of blood trickled from the gash on my forehead, splattering onto one of the stacks and staining it red.
I closed my eyes and leaned back against the headrest, taking a moment to steady my breath and calm the chaos raging inside me.
When I opened my eyes, my heart started racing again—the raven was perched on a mailbox barely 20 feet ahead, its unblinking stare sending a chill down my spine.
With a sharp, grating caw, it spread its wings and took flight, disappearing into the turbulent sky.
Without hesitation, I jammed the key into the ignition and started the car. There was no other choice left but to follow it— especially after everything that had happened, after everything I’d seen, I had to now see this thing through.
A strong sense of déjà vu washed over me as I followed the raven’s lead. The places I drove past felt eerily familiar, as if plucked straight from my dream – though in reality, the journey felt far more longer.
I drove for nearly two days straight, taking only brief naps along the way.
Strangely, the raven seemed to sense when my exhaustion became unbearable and it would perch quietly on a nearby tree, waiting, as I rested.
Then, when it was time to resume the journey, it would swoop near my car and let out a sudden, sharp caw, jolting me awake and back into motion.
After covering thousands of miles, I finally arrived at a small town that matched the vivid image from my dream. The raven guided me all the way to a house, circling twice above it before flying off.
The house with the purple door - the neatly decorated foyer, and the tidy garden beside it.
But one key detail was different - within the same compound stood another smaller building at the far end, like a guest house or quarters, with a "For Rent" sign hanging from its gate.
My heart raced as I sat in the car, staring at the purple door.
None of this made any sense, yet here I was, in a strange little town, with no clue what to expect.
Who would open that door if I rang the bell? I silently thought to myself.
I grabbed the bag, stepped out of the car, and walked toward the entrance. As I approached, I noticed an exotic array of flowers flanking both ends of the portico—marigolds, chrysanthemums, lilies, tulips, and vibrant bougainvilleas, their colors creating a striking display.
With a deep breath I stopped in front of the purple door and rang the bell.
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2024.12.29 05:25 Cursed_Ghoul Humidifiers
Is it fine to have a small humidifier in the same room as my chin, He's in the bedroom and my partner was gonna get a humidifier, it would be closer to them than it would be to the Chin
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2024.12.29 05:25 No-Product2794 **Need Advice on Pivoting My Home Goods Business – Amazon Struggles & Shopify Possibilities**
Hey everyone, I could use some advice on pivoting my business. Here’s a bit of background to help you understand where I’m coming from:
I own a brand and run an Amazon store selling home goods, specifically candles and bread proofing baskets. The candles are made locally by my sister, while the baskets are sourced from suppliers on Alibaba in China. Last year, the bread proofing baskets were a big hit, and we made over $50,000 in profit. However, things have changed. Chinese sellers entered the market, driving down prices and increasing the cost-per-click (PPC) on Amazon, not to mention that the cost of goods also went up as more sellers started listing on the platform. This has caused a major drop in sales, and we’re now stuck with unsold inventory, which is costing us a lot.
We’ve moved the inventory to local storage and switched to Fulfillment by Merchant (FBM) to avoid high fees on aged inventory, but it’s still been a struggle. My wife is ready to walk away from it all and pay off the debt, but I’m considering a pivot instead. We already have a brand, an LLC, social media presence on Instagram and Facebook, and a company website but it does not have any point of sale links for selling off of the Amazon platform, that is where shopify comes into the picture.
Here’s where I need advice:
- Shopify & FBM: Is it possible to create a new website on Shopify of just port my current one over and adjust it to provide pos opportunities and sell my current products (candles and bread proofing baskets) there for merchant fulfillment (just like we’re doing with FBM on Amazon)? Or is Shopify better suited only for dropshipping? If I can sell products I have in storage on Shopify, can I also add dropshipping products alongside them, or does it have to be one or the other?
- One Product Website vs. Multi-Product: Should I focus on building a one or two product website centered on the products I already have (like the bread proofing baskets and candles), or should I use Shopify to create a broader home goods store, adding more products (including dropshipping items) to expand my brand? I've seen videos or posts where some swear by one of the other. What do consumers normally like?
Any advice or experiences would be really appreciated!
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