Welcome to the /indianhiphopheads daily discussion thread!
This thread's purpose is to side-step the posts with a recurring nature in context and allow members to take up casual conversations and get that closely-knit community feeling.
What to use this thread for:

• Objective Questions (Why this abc song not available, which sample used, breaking-down bars, I need suggestions and etc)
• General DHH discussion which doesn't deserve a separate post to occupy the feed (Random updates, gossip etc)
• Meta-discussion (Hangout with IH3 the gang, make friends, exchange playlists, get recommendations etc)
• Late Night Suroor Waali baatcheet (talk about those late night nostalgia, deep thoughts and random moshpit that goes in your head, after-hours)

Ok here is another I have from my dotfiles from vim

Create directory if directory does not exist ------------------------ augroup BWCCreatlDir autocmd! autocmd BufWritePre * if expand("")!~#'^\w\+:/' && !isdirectory(expand("%:h")) execute "silent! !mkdir -p ".shellescape(expand('%:h'), 1) redraw! endif augroup END 

so basically when doing :e foo/babiz.html if bar doesnt exist it creates it and then creates the file as well. how would i implement this in nvim?

I think for the most part my hardships have passed. I had one very blessed and beautiful day that was marred by thoughtlessness on the part of a family member, but otherwise my month is looking up!
Thank you all for the outpouring of support after I had a really rough month last month. It's very refreshing to have a community that I've only been a part of for a few months be so generous and rally around me. Again, thank you!
These thank yous are all stream of thought as I'm opening them (I've saved them all in a pile for a big "giant warm hug" of mail all at once).
u/ninajyang - Thank you for the awesome postcard and the thoughtful quote. I really appreciate it!
u/thecaledonianrose - I feel like you chose the most appropriate card for the moment. I definitely need to just kick back and enjoy a rest in quiet spot with a loved one (maybe not hay - darn my hayfever!). The stickers are awesome and thank you for the tea! I especially love the wave sticker you chose for inside the card. That's totally my vibe!
u/Adoreible95 - Thank you for the kind words. The stickers were spot on and I loved them. The vow renewal was amazing and we had a great time.
u/wabisabi_sf - Thank you for the amazing postcard and the beautiful envelope! I was almost afraid to open it! After seeing some of the letters I've gotten, like yours, I definitely need to step up my stationary game!
u/StrawberryForestLady - I love the Bee Mail! And the Bee Joke! Thank you so much for the beautiful card.
u/mypetitmal - Thank you for the cool postcard! Life has eased a bit and I think I'm feeling a little better about the outlook. Cool postage!
u/rennbrig - You almost made me cry. Thank you. This is incredible and I love it.
u/ninajyang - TWO pieces of mail!? Thank you! You all are amazing!
u/HEYMORGANM - The sea is my happy place. I'm starting to realize it's part of who I am and I need to fully embrace it. Thank you for the postcard. It's beautiful.
u/GreetingCardShark - I love that I'm still getting Rex Yofay's mail! My apologies that Rex sold you a one-humped camel that only produces two-humped lumps. Sometimes the camel business goes that way - they perform for their owners and thus you'll need to butter him up a little if you want those elusive single-hump lumps. Thanks for the mail!
u/primaryloon - Thank you for the kind and thoughtful letter, and a gorgeous card! The old postage is awesome too!
u/manyfishonabike - I feel very blessed to have received not one, but TWO postcards from New Zealand, addressed to Rex Yofay's Cat Cafe and Yoghurt Bar. I'm sure my postmaster, who actually left me a note and held some of my mail until I met with her, is thoroughly enjoying seeing Rex's mail coming through my mailbox. I do apologize for the mix-up with the gremlins and the feeding and the time zone - totally my fault, I'll refund you at once - however, I don't think there's much I can do about the impending doom that will be visited upon us by the Great Ka-Nui-Akea. Best of luck avoiding that mess!
u/TyeDyeAmish - We're huge fans of Buzz Lightyear in my house (or at least one of us is - the Supreme Leader of the third house on the left, our iron-fisted 4-year-old). Thank you for the mail and the encouraging words! You're right, I've been through a lot and this is but a hiccup!
u/GizmoDOS - This postcard is subtle, and in the wrong hands could have been overlooked and underappreciated. I love all things space and really appreciate your kind words and this amazing postcard! Thank you!
Representative Helfrich - Sorry your town hall announcement got mixed into my RAoC mail and thus I missed your event. I wish you were nearly as interesting as the many other folks who have sent me mail in the past few weeks.

First of all, i dont wanna cry about the game! I love it! I've got so much more from the game than i expect! but. here is my list about things, that would make the game soso so much better (in my opinion). What do u guys think?
-More tradeable items, like expensive materials, aspects, uniques
-An online armoury thing where others can check how u build your character, with tree, paragon, items too
-Slot for gems in inventory
-Lootfilter
-The wardrobe from d3 where u can save your whole loadout, tree, items paragon, (not only transmogs) to easier reroll between build
-More sell button on shop, like salvage junk, magic, rare, all
-Completed quests tab
-More stash tab
-Reset full paragon board button
-Mount upgrades : to not to dismount to speak with npcs, also cooldown delete on dismount
-Trade / General chat (later i found a trade chat option, idk why its turned off default...)
-Search bar on tabs
-Turn off clan member achievments (we can friends, why cant clan members?)
-Golem respawn cooldown shon on skill?
-Icon on cursed targets

/RedDeadOnline Simple Questions & FAQ Thread.

If your question isn't answered below, leave a comment and a community member will try to help!
If there are any frequently asked questions missing, then please comment with that question & what the answer is. Please also feel free to improve on any of the answers below.
We'll be redirecting all simple/one liner questions to this thread in the hopes of reducing spam/repeat posts. Please report any you see under Rule 6, commonly posted question.

PC / Next-Gen / Stand-alone Questions

Q) If I buy on Rockstar Launcher, can I play with friends on Steam?

Yes, you can play with friends on PC regardless of what store they bought it from. Even Steam GTA, uses Rockstar to launch the game.

Q) Can we transfer our characters from PS4 and Xbox One to PC?

No, you cannot transfer characters to a different platform, e.g Xbox to PC. The game is cross-gen however, so if you play PS4 you can continue on PS5.

Q) If I buy a next-gen console, can I play with friends on old-gen consoles?

Yes! The game is backwards compatible on console, so you can play with friends on PS4/PS5 or XB1/XBX

Q) If I already own Red Dead Redemption 2, do I need to buy Red Dead Online again when it goes standalone?

No! Red Dead Online is still part of the RDR2 game.

Red Dead Online: General Questions

Q) What are the currencies in Red Dead Online?

Cash, the main currency in RDO that is earned through almost every activity.
Gold Bars, the premium currency in RDO that can be purchased using real money. You earn a small amount of gold for completing activities online.
Role Tokens, earned by levelling up in each role, used to unlock abilities & items for the five current roles.

Q) What is the Outlaw pass?

The Outlaw Pass is an in-game purchase using the premium Gold currency that allows you to earn items/rewards as you level up.
Outlaw Pass are only available for a limited time and once they finish, you can't access them again.

Q) What are Daily Challenges?

Every day at 6am UTC, you are given a new list of 7 daily challenges as well as 15 role daily challenges. They can range from hunting specific animals or finding certain herbs, to completing PVP/Freeroam events.
Initially, you earn 0.1 Gold per completed challenge plus a bonus if you complete all 7 regular challenges.
After completing at least 1 challenge per day for 7 days, you then earn a little more gold per challenge each week before your daily challenge streak resets after 28 days.
Your daily challenge streak will then reset, and you start the process again.
In addition to this, there are also 3 daily challenges for each role available and you can do a max of 9 role daily challenges. Daily challenges for roles will also differ depending on your rank within each role.

Q) What are Free-roam events (role/normal)

Every 45 minutes, you'll receive an invite to a free-roam event. Free-roam events can be activities such as fishing, horse racing, archery competitions, or PVP. You earn XP + cash for completing.
There are also role specific events that happen every 90 minutes, you need to be ranked up and enrolled in each role before you'll see invites for these activities.
You can see the schedule for free-roam & role events here

Q) What are ability cards?

Abilities in Red Dead Online are assigned to a character through Ability Cards. These are divided into two different types. Dead Eye cards that grant abilities only active during Dead Eye, while Passive cards add abilities that are always active, no matter what you do. Passive abilities are further divided into several different categories.
In Red Dead Online, it's not possible to assign all of the available abilities to the character, as there are only 4 slots available. One slot is used for a single Dead Eye card, while the remaining three slots are used for Passive abilities. ^Source.

Q) What are the playing styles online?

Defensive: Players in Defensive mode will be indicated by a shield icon, will take reduced damage from enemy players, cannot be lassoed, melee attacked, executed or targeted with auto-aim. Defensive players will also be excluded from being targeted in PvP-related missions such as Player Assassination. Those who attack Defensive players receive hefty penalties via the Hostility system, while players who initiate conflict while in Defensive mode will be instantly pulled out of Defensive mode and also receive similar Hostility penalties.
Offensive: The Offensive playing style is set as the default and is how most players traditionally interact in Free Roam – free to engage in hostile contact with other players if you are prepared to accept the potential consequences.

Red Dead Online: Other Questions

Q) How do I dual wield?

At rank 25, you can buy an off-hand holster which allows you to equip a second handgun.

Q) How do I change appearance

Press Left on the D Pad (Keyboard TBC) to bring the Online menu up > Scroll down to Online Options > Scroll down to Change Appearance

Q) How do I setup camp

Press Left on the D Pad (Keyboard TBC) to bring the Online menu up > Scroll down to camp options > Choose location for camp
Camps can be used to access wardrobes, collect items you've ordered via the catalog, craft & cook and fast travel if upgraded.
A small camp is suitable for 1-4 posse members and costs $1 per in game day. A large camp is suitable for 1-7 posse members and costs $2 per in game day.

Q) Where is the gun locker?

You unlock it through the trader role, then purchase it at Wilderness Outfitters in camp, and then it appears at your specific tent in camp.

Q) How do I buy a dog?

At your camp, head to Cripps and access Wilderness Outfitters, from there you can select the dog option.

Q) What can dogs be used for?

Looking cool at your camp and warning you of camp raids when you unlock the perk. Not really much else. (They're not companions like Dogmeat from Fallout 4)

Q) I saw an item, but can't find it on PC or Xbox One.

Some items are exclusive to PS4, so you may see things promoted by Rockstar that aren't yet available on your platform or it may be from an old Outlaw Pass.

Q) What is the best Horse

This post should help.

Q) What are the best Weapons

Captain Balrick's arsenal should help you decide

Q) What is the best ability card loadout

This post in the /RedDeadOnline mega-guide should help.

Q) What is the best way to make money/gold

This post should help.

Q) Where are the treasure maps located?

You can find them all here.

Red Dead Online: Roles

Q) Can I have more than 1 role active?

Yes! You can play in all roles concurrently.

Bounty Hunter Role

Q) What is the Bounty Hunter role?

Get started as a Bounty Hunter when you meet the Legendary Bounty Hunter in Rhodes and purchase the Bounty Hunter License. The standard cost is 15 Gold Bars.
Licensed Bounty Hunters can pick up work by visiting bounty boards located near law offices, post offices and train stations across the states. There is no shortage of criminals to be dealt with and the targets range in difficulty, from lone low-level petty thieves to notorious outlaws with armed protection details and a watchful eye. Taking on an armed gang or bringing multiple targets to justice is made easier with the help of a Posse, who will all earn a cut of the final bounty. And keep in mind, bringing in targets alive will yield a greater reward.
Reaching Bounty Hunter Rank 12 will open up the opportunity to take down other players with high bounties of $20 or more. Bounty Hunters will be notified through an invite about the opportunity to hunt down the wanted player when they’re nearby in a structured pursuit. The wanted player must escape (or surrender) within the allotted time and if captured, they’ll also have opportunities to escape and flee. If the Bounty Hunter brings the target in alive, they’ll receive an award while the criminal serves time.

Q) What are legendary bounties?

Legendary bounties are high-tier bounties, they usually involve a mini-story/cut scene. They're also much tougher than a regular bounty.
There are 10 legendary bounties that can be access as part of the Bounty Hunter role and 3 that can be accessed (when they've all released) by purchasing the Prestigious Bounty Hunter upgrade.

Trader Role

Q) What is the Trader role?

our trusted camp companion, Cripps, has long dreamed of starting a trading outpost and you’re going to help him make it happen - by becoming a partner in the fledgling Cripps Trading Company. Combining Cripps’ lifetime of working with animal materials and your skills at hunting and frontier security, you’ll have the perfect ingredients to develop a thriving business.
Once you agree to help Cripps, you can start turning your camp into a business by sourcing items for Cripps to convert into sellable goods. An investment of 15 Gold Bars to purchase a Butcher’s Table will get your business up and running.
Once you’re operational, you’ll provide Cripps with Materials through hunting animals – pristine pelts and carcasses will provide better yields. You’ll also take on Resupply Missions to acquire additional necessities through less than savory tactics. Once supplied, Cripps will begin turning the materials into sellable goods, which can then be sent out on low-risk local deliveries for payment or across greater distances for a premium.
Improve your hunting yields with a Hunting Wagon for larger hauls or upgrade your Delivery Wagons for larger sales. As business flourishes and your presence becomes known in the market, your competition may grow jealous of your success, so keep an eye out for raids on your camp. As your trade grows, you might consider purchasing a camp dog from Wilderness Outfitters. Not only are dogs great camp companions for all players, but a Trader of sufficient rank can teach their dog to warn of incoming attacks.

Q) Can I skip the medium wagon?

No, you need to buy the medium wagon, then the large wagon.

Q) What can I sell to Cripps?

You can sell carcasses & small animals (e.g squirrels). Along with some animal parts, e.g feathers.
Cripps does not accept meat, fish or skinned carcasses.

Q) How long does it take Cripps to make goods after resupplying?

Cripps requires materials and supplies to produce goods. You give him materials by donating carcasses and pelts. He uses two units of materials to produce one good. You either buy supplies or obtain them through resupply missions. Either way, that gives enough supplies to produce 25 goods. As long as both materials and supplies are available, Cripps produces 1 good every 2 minutes (1 in-game hour).

Collector Role

Q) What is the Collector role?

Seek out the mysterious travelling saleswoman Madam Nazar to acquire the Collector’s Bag and get started on the path of the Collector. It will cost 15 Gold Bars for access to collecting and selling rare items.
With Madam Nazar’s help, you will be able to explore the world finding valuable treasures, whether they’re discarded Tarot cards in abandoned camps, buried treasures unearthed with your trusty shovel, hidden family heirlooms and more.
Collect individual pieces and sell them off directly to Madam Nazar or collect entire sets for even more valuable sales. As you progress, you’ll unlock enhanced searching skills; more useful tools like a metal detector; benefits like increased carrying capacities; the ability for your horse to directly pluck and pass herbs to you while mounted, and more.

Q) Where is Madam Nazar?

Madam Nazar can be located by completing a map/collection for her. Her location is posted daily on /RedDeadDailies - She changes location at 6am UTC time each day.
You can also find her using https://madamnazar.io/

Q) Who is Madam Nazar?

Madam Nazar is the Collector role vendor, you can obtain maps, cosmetics & other items such as the shovel from her.

Q) Why is Madam Nazar?

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Q) Where do you buy a shovel?

From Madam Nazar, it costs $350. If you need help finding her, check /RedDeadDailies

Q) Where do you buy a metal detector?

From Madam Nazar, it unlocks at level 5 and costs $700. If you need help finding her, check /RedDeadDailies

Q) Can you sell collector items individually or does it need to be a full set?

Yes, however you get far less money than you would if you sold a full collection

Q) Can you only have one collector map active?

Yes, if you try to open a second map, it may auto-close and almost looks like a bug, however, you should only try and activate one at any given time.

Moonshiner Role:

Q) I already met Maggie but I didn't buy a shack, now I can't find how to buy the shack?

In the options menu (left on the D-pad, or L on PC), select "Camp & Properties" → "Moonshine Shack" → "Shack Location".

Will be expanded upon soon...

Naturalist Role

Will be updated soon...

Useful Red Dead Online Resources

• /RedDeadDailies - A subreddit dedicated to sharing daily challenge information
• /RedDeadCollector - The best place to ask for support with any locations for collector items.
• Collector map.
• /RedDeadOnline mega-guide.
• Free-roam event schedule
• Red Dead Online Discord

This thread will be posted reposted monthly on the 7th. We'll aim to update & add any additional questions in time for the new thread being posted each month

I had been contacted by the magistrate to investigate a night wedding in the countryside that had involved the loss of human life. There seemed to be a recent rise in tourists involved in ghost dowries over the years. However, from my research I believe it was a man in search of night weddings for personal gain that was the cause of so many deaths.
When I received the request, I was nearby on Green Island, and addressing a rather unique matter even for my line of work. A little girl from the mainland had arrived two weeks prior and claimed to be the recently deceased husband of the grieving widow.
The child claimed to have woken up in the hospital where the doctors informed them that they had drowned and was clinically dead for 4 minutes when the body inexplicably sat upright in the gurney. This would have seemed to be great news, except when the child looked into the mirror, it was not their face staring back at them.
In old Taoist texts I have read of such events, where the bodies of the recently deceased are not put to ground quickly enough, and their souls are left to wander. They could get carried away by the Northeast or Southwest wind. Depending on the location from where they died. And possibly attach to an empty host.
This seemed to be the case, as the wife acknowledged that due to the wet season, they did not bury her husband's body right away. Because the grounds were so wet, that any graves would wash away, leaving corpses laying in the street. Still, I had the responsibility of testing the child. Whom passed a simple test of naming names. Where they used to live. The wife's habits. A conversation they recently had, and even childhood memories. All were confirmed by friends and family. But it would be the child's handwriting that ultimately convinced me. They were a perfect match, down to the signature.
Upon my approval, the villagers had no choice but to accept that this child was indeed the man come back to life. And when I left, he was sitting outside of his house cleaning fish as he had always done for 32 years, except now in the body of a 10 year old girl.
I didn't have much time to dwell on this case as I was needed at the aftermath of the failed night wedding. Ghost dowries have been in use for thousands of years, and traces of it can be found in many different cultures. From the Aztec to the Egyptians, and more recently from old Spain to the streets of Southeast Asia. Though in recent times, only a few remote places continued the practice, and there are a limited number of priests today who are qualified enough to handle such a case. Luckily, I had plenty of experience in this matter.
In my early years, I had married many ghost brides.
And was often asked, "But you're a priest, how can you get married?"
"Zhengyi Taoist priests can choose to take a wife or not. In fact, in order to pass on my Celestial title, I must have an heir."
The man looked distraught, "And you're sure this will stop her from whispering into my ear every night?" He clutched the bag rather tightly.
"Don't you worry," I took the bag from his hands. "Everything will be fine."
We would perform the customary vows and the following night the man reported no more whisperings from his daughter, yet a week later, the police raided my hotel in a different district. The man had claimed that I had swindled him. That his daughter had returned and continued her whispering of terrible, horrible things that he dare not listen. Clanking and banging away in the walls as he covered his ears in fear until sunrise.
Fortunately, I was allowed to prove my innocence.
I returned and stayed in the man's room, waiting with him for signs of his daughter. And surely enough, late in the hour, I heard the wretched scraping and dragging in the walls. The man stopped breathing in his bed and laid perfectly still. Even I was afraid to move as the most dangerous aspects of my job are in the unknown. My mind began racing, wondering if I had somehow botched the night wedding. Or worse, that the ghost bride wasn't his daughter at all, and I had inadvertently given this mysterious entity a special anchor to this world, a holy man.
The walls shook without reason. And a tiny noise could be heard near the man's bedside. He jumped off his mattress and ran to my side. The two of us watched as the noise traveled back and forth against the back wall like wooden clogs.
"My daughter did always carry around a rattle drum when she was little," the man whispered.
"Hush, don't let it capture your breath," I warned him. "Whatever this is, I don't believe it is your daughter. And because of the ritual, we may have increased its hold on this realm."
He whimpered, "Not my daughter?"
I held up my finger and traced the noise as it traveled in an odd form. I began to wonder if the entity was creating some sort of symbol.
"What are you drawing," the man cried.
"It may be creating a portal," I told him. "Now hush before it turns its attention toward us."
"Please, there must be something you can do?"
I reached into my bag and pulled out some incense. I lit the ends and began chanting. From my waist I pulled out a long yellow parchment. And drew on it a sealing spell. "Spirit," I called as I stepped forward. "I am a guiding light." The noise rattled with conviction as I drew closer. "Let me lead you to peace!" And with one quick motion I punched my hand into the wall, clutching the sealing spell in my palm, at the last place I heard the noise. To my displeasure I felt something wriggling in my grasp as something long and thin wrapped itself around my wrist, its end clawing at my forearm. I screamed when I felt its teeth sink between the soft flesh of my thumb and index finger. But I did not let go. Instead I pulled out this demon from the wall and threw it roughly to the ground.
The man screamed as he jumped onto a chair and screamed, "Rat!"
Yes. A simple field rat. That had a trap stuck on its tail which caused its movements to rattle in the wall. That had been rummaging near the man's nightstand because in one of the drawers he had left a bag of watermelon seeds.
Not all cases are this simple, and plenty are true to life supernatural encounters. Over the years my experience has taught me to be more cautious in my evaluations. Which was why when I finally arrived at the house of the massacre due to a failed night wedding. Every hair on my neck stood on end as I tried to be objective as possible.
But there was no denying that something heinous had occurred here. Bodies were still laying on the floor. Some with their faces in the dirt. Some missing their heads completely. And those with their faces up, were unrecognizable. And my first wife leaned into my ear and whispered to me, "This is the work of a ghost bride."
"How do you know?"
"I recognize her anger. It was mine before we were married."
"How do I know what?" A man walking toward me asked. "Are you the priest they called out here?"
He was average built, and in plain clothes, "Detective, why yes. I am here to assist you in anyway that I can."
The detective spit on the ground, "Assist me? As far as I'm concerned we're wasting valuable time carrying on with this hocus pocus bullshit. The killer's trail will be cold by the time we get through all this religious tape." He wafted the air in front of his face, "And the dead bodies boiling out here. This is all your fault as far as I'm concerned. Assist me," he snorted.
"Where there any eyewitnesses, Detective?"
"Several. But they're all saying the same damn thing. Spouting a bunch of nonsense. Which is why those religious nuts down at the station dredged you up."
"All non-relatives to the home owners?"
He snorted again, "Coincidence."
"Let us hope so," I told him. "Because the alternative is much worse." I walked the scene, going around the upturned tables, tracing the steps of carnage in the courtyard, to the main living room. There I saw the body of an old man, both hands clutching his chest, his face was completely missing. "Any surviving family members?"
"Some are still left," he grunted. "But we've gathered most of them under police protection."
"Have you located the husband?"
"Yeah, we're trying to extradite him."
"Extradite?"
"The foreigner took off in the middle of all the commotion. Boarded a flight back home according to our investigation. We've contacted the airline, and the airport security in America will hold him when he lands. As he is currently my number one suspect."
I circled the area in front of the shrine. Noting the spilled bowl and its contents on the ground. The position of the spoon next to it. Before standing in the spot on the left side where the effigy would have stood. "What about the bride?"
The detective shook his head, "What bride?"
"It was a night wedding," I told him. "There must have been a physical object acting as a stand in for the daughter's soul."
"Nothing more than bags of cotton usually," he paused. "But they did report that the stand-in this time was some sort of department figurine. A mannequin of some sort."
"Have you looked into that?"
"Why would I look into that. Are you crazy?"
"Right, you're right of course. You'd have to wait until after sunset to be able to figure out which mannequin serves as the ghost bride's earthly form."
The detective stormed off as if I had said something outlandish. Leaving me to my own devices, I interviewed a few of the neighbors who attended the night wedding, gathered some evidence and sorted with the other officers at the site, and then left for the nearest hotel in the city.
It had been a long month for me and I couldn't think of anything better than I would enjoy more than a cold beer. So after checking in I went down to the bar, where an ethereal creature sat alone. She was beautiful to say the least and I had to strike up a conversation lest I live a life of regret, "S'il te plaît ma chérie, dis-moi comment on t'appelle pour que quand je sois perdu dans les ténèbres. Puis-je demander la lumière."
"What?"
"Oh, American. I apologize. I thought you were French."
"On my mother's side," she brushed away her hair.
I noticed the ring, "Ah, you are married. My sincerest apologies miss."
"Newly married," she told me. "My husband speaking with the concierge."
"Activities on vacation," I mused. "How wonderful."
"It's nothing like that. It seems someone has left him a note. And we're technically on our honeymoon." She paused, "Though this isn't where we're supposed to be. We're supposed to be in Hawaii."
I ordered a beer with the bartender and sipped my drink, "Hawaii is wonderful, but this is also a beautiful island. In fact, when the Portuguese came here, they named it Formosa. Which translates to beautiful island. It may not be where you're supposed to be, but perhaps you'll find that this is exactly where you need to be."
The woman sighed, "I don't even know anymore."
"Ah, I know what this is. I've great experience in these matters. Having been married many times. You feel doubt."
She laughed, "How many times have you gotten a divorce?"
"Divorce?" I laughed. "I never leave a woman after we have been wed."
She looked taken aback, "Oh. I didn't know polygamy was so common in these parts." She glanced behind her to where a tall man was standing with what looked to be the hotel's concierge. "I guess we're in the same boat."
"It's not what you think," I told her.
"Where have I heard that one before," she rolled her eyes.
"Larissa!" The man called for her.
She stood up, "Well, it was nice meeting you. Tell your wives I said hello."
I smiled as she left, glancing at my sides. "If only you knew," I said while sipping my beer.
Now in hindsight, if I were not so fatigued after nearly a month of hard work and constant traveling. I would have perhaps picked up on the fact that she too was familiar with the concubine lifestyle. Which was unusual in itself for an American. Or perhaps I would have picked up on the fact that Larissa was an uncommon name. As I had read Jim's article. But there was no such luck, which is why, when I say that I am deeply regretful of what I read on the news later about the couple, I am truly at a loss for what I could have prevented. But that is not my story to tell.
After I finished drinking at the bar I made my way to the elevator and got in. When a man came towards me to hold the door, I called out, "It's full." He looked at me bewildered as I was the only person he could see in the elevator, before sticking his hand out to stop the doors from closing. Huffing and puffing as he glared at me angrily before pressing his floor number. Except the elevator pinged. The weight capacity light had turned on above our heads. "Like I said, it's full." The man shook his head in amazement. Pressing his floor number again. The elevator pinged again. Unwilling to budge. I sighed and got out, "I'll wait for the next one."
And wait I did, even in my room I waited for night fall instead of resting. The thoughts of a botched night wedding swirling in my head. For the many things that could go wrong. Because even though I had much practice in these matters, I was still always nervous before a fight. So when night fell, I was red eyed and exhausted, but better mentally prepared than before.
But when I arrived back at the scene of the crime, I was not prepared for all of the commotion.
"Ka-kin-eh Ka-kin-eh," a man shouted as the fire blazed.
I grabbed one of the men running by with an empty bucket, "What happened here?"
"T-the villagers, they set the p-place on fire. Trying to rid the evil demon."
I let him go and shook my head. The fools! I made my way toward the courtyard where I saw the detective from earlier moping his forehead as he was helping put out the fire. "Detective! This is terrible," I yelled as the flames licked the night.
"No shit dumbass, it's a fire."
"You don't understand," I told him. "Now the entity has nowhere to return. We may never find it."
He threw the bucket to the floor and whirled around, "Enough! I've had enough! Listen here, there is a fire. F-I-R-E. This a real problem. If it catches to the fields, it could light the newly laid fertilizer on fire and catch the entire mountain!"
"Detective!"
That was the only word I had to say before he punched me. It was a dark night out, but stars had suddenly appeared. He hovered over me and I thought he would strike me again but then suddenly he froze. "What is that?"
I turned my head and looked out into the field. The heat of the fire burning the back of my head as I tried to stop my nose from bleeding. "Where?"
Neither one of us moved as we watched the tall field.
"Right there." He pointed.
I reached up and threw his hand down, "No! You never point at entities," I told him. "Now you could be marked!"
He ignored me and reached for his gun, "Stop! Hey you! I order you to stop or I'll shoot!"
I looked into the field, scanning the endless rows before my eyes stopped and froze in horror. At one point in time the thing must have been a simple plastic mannequin. Standing in a department store perhaps. But now, it was twisted and gnarled. It's first dirty and unrecognizable. It stood on all fours sometimes threes as it swayed slowly back and forth. The thing was also without form because it didn't need to bend or move as normal people. It was still objectively, plastic. It swung its arms behind it and used that as leverage to run, turning its head - cracking the seams that had somehow still held and took off.
The detective rung a shot out at it. I think it struck but it didn't matter. Though the mannequin was gone. The detective must have lost his mind because he gave chase.
I couldn't let him go alone so I followed. Pulling out my long yellow parchment as I wrote on it the symbols for sealing, hoping the simple spell would work. As we entered the tall field.
It was chaos. The ground was mushy beneath my feet, and the smell of fecal matter assaulted my senses further. In the brush I had lost the detective, so I was forced to tell my wives to help me locate his whereabouts. They didn't often leave my side, and some were reluctant but ultimately agreed.
I stood in the field, waiting with bated breath as I heard further gunshots in the distance. I couldn't wait for my wives to gather as I tore after the detective. And just in time as I saw him standing, looking absolutely terrified as he shot blindly into the fauna until his pistol clicked. The mannequin lunged for him. But I got there first. Pushing him to the ground, causing both of us to tumble.
He was eating a mouth of dirt as I pulled him to his feet. "We have to get out of this field! The ghost bride will pick us off in this thicket!"
Stumbling, and running, the two of us were covered in more than dirt. Several times we heard rustling nearby as if something were running alongside us. But eventually we made it out into the open plain. The detective trying to catch his breath as he reloaded his pistol.
"Shooting it doesn't work," he panted. "But maybe I can disable it from moving."
"Shut up," I told him. "Listen."
He stopped for a moment and we waited. Then all of the stalks before us shook wildly as if a hundred people were running through it. The detective raised his arm but I stopped him as my wives ran out of the field.
They were terrified as they ran right through us.
I hadn't experienced the feeling in awhile but the coldness as their ghostly forms went through our bodies was cold as ice. It was enough to bring us both to our knees, clutching our chests as we struggled to breathe. I had passed through one or two in a row before. But never 10 or 20 at a time. I lost count.
"What was that," the detective managed to gasp, his fingers in a death grip around his gun.
"A blue procession," I told him. "Something caused all of my dead wives to flee."
We looked up as the leaves in front of us rustled.
"Is it..."
I shook my head, running forward to catch her. My 13th wife, Ah-ren. Her arm was missing, and a part of her shoulder. She was an innocent girl that had drowned when she was alive. Her innocence carried on with her to the afterlife where many souls generally grew up embittered. But never her, always sweet my girl, just weary of water.
"I didn't want to go," she told me.
"I know," I held her. "I'm sorry."
"It got some of the others too. But Meita got in its way and told me to run." She cried.
"Don't cry I told her. You know how you hate getting wet."
"I don't want to go. I wanted to stay with you. All of us together."
I watched as her soul splintered and disappeared forever.
I had never felt such fury. In all my years, a womanizer, a liar, a cheat at cards, a scoundrel, a bastard even. But an undutiful husband? Never.
Without thinking I approached the field and cast a spell that was been forbidden.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm purging the field. All beings alive or dead will forever feel displaced when they enter here. A feeling of unending dread and doom will overcome them, causing madness if they do not leave or are unable to. But I have no other choice." I reached into my side and threw a handful of salt. It landed on the ground as I chanted. The winds carrying it into the field, the small white morsels rolling obediently into the darkness.
"Nothings happening," the detective's word stuck in his mouth as a horrible scream echoed into the night. It sounded like two pieces of steel being twisted together.
"There," I took off after it. The jumbled figure of the mannequin fled toward the village.
We followed it through people's homes, and between alleyways; the villagers screamed and fled when they saw it. We barged through home after home as we chased it. Until we cornered it at an abandoned building at the edge of town.
"It was supposed to be a mall," the detective told me. "But the developers ran out of money."
We walked quietly into the empty building. Shells of stores stood in various degrees of construction. Checking a few of the fronts before venturing further inside.
"You've got to be kidding me," the detective said as we came near the center of the complex. There next to the escalators and the fountains was an army of mannequins of all shapes and sizes lined up like terracotta warriors. "They must have stashed them all here when the place was being built, and forgot about them when it closed."
"There are hundreds."
"We'll go through together. Quickly and quietly." He added, "Stay alert."
We moved through the rows, staring at all of the stuck faces, searching for one covered in grime and bullet holes. But it was more difficult than it sounded. Many of the mannequins were in bad shape, weathered, broken, laying in pieces on the ground. It was hard to tell if a pile of parts was indeed our culprit.
Slowly we began to clear the rows and I could see the other side in sight.
"There!" The detective shot his gun. The surrounding mannequins dropped like dominoes when the entity scattered. Falling down all around us, drowning in a sea of plastic arms and smiling faces. I was struggling to stand as I looked up and saw the entity come rushing toward us. The detective fired his gun blowing out a knee cap. I hurriedly reached for my parchment but could not find my pen. Another shot, but the scorned bride kept on charging unable to feel pain.
It jumped into the air and another shot blew a part of its face away. The detective screamed as it tore at him. Pieces of his sinew was launched into the air as he was torn apart. I rushed forward trying to help but the creature grabbed me by the throat and lifted me into the air. My feet searching for the ground as my lungs folded trying to breathe. The thing turned its head toward me and said, "Will you marry me?" As the darkness closed into the corners of my eyes.
The fight was leaving my body as I saw several of my wives rushing forward. Their ghostly forms ethereal as they began tearing at the mannequin, slowly pulling out pieces of her soul, causing the mannequins arms and legs to go limp as they dragged her out.
I scrambled the floor blindly with my fingers searching for my sacred parchment but could not find it amongst the rubble and the ghost bride was fleeing, leaving the shell of her mannequin in a heap on the floor. My wives chasing her, screaming their fury for killing the others. For destroying their souls.
I chased after them into the open air, where she was being cornered. Crying as I approached, trying to escape into the Southwest wind. I knew what I should have done, but could not bring myself to do the right thing. Instead I bit my finger and drew symbols on my forearms with my own blood. Approaching the bride that never was and tore her soul into pieces.
When I was done my wives sat down around me before slowly dispersing as the sun began to rise.
"We did it huh?"
I continued staring at the sun, "Yeah."
"Well then," the detective said before disappearing. "Maybe in the next life I'll be sooner to trust you."
Later they would find his body in the abandoned mall. Still clutching his gun. The department gave him a 21 gun salute at his funeral and a medal as commemoration. I was just glad that his soul had not been eaten.
I, on the other hand, went back to the hotel. To the bar and ordered a well deserved drink. Where I saw a pretty woman sitting alone, "Did you know that in order for me to pass on my Celestial title, I must bear an heir?"
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This Discord bot is designed to perform various functions in a specific Discord server. If you want to use it for another Discord server, you would need to make a few changes and configurations. Here's a step-by-step explanation of how to edit the bot for another server:

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• guildId: The ID of your new Discord server (also known as a guild).
• channelIds: Update the IDs of the channels used by the bot in the channelIds object according to your new server. The relevant channels are:
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1. Set up the bot token: Replace the token variable with the token of your bot, which can be obtained from the Discord Developer Portal. This token is required for the bot to authenticate and connect to your server.
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In Windows, I'm pretty accustomed to right clicking my current folder in windows explorer, and clicking "open in terminal". I have windows terminal configured so that it will open in the directory I am in, which works wonders when I'm just working in Windows.
However, if I try to do this from my Ubuntu file system with WSL2, it doesn't really work. The main two scenarios being:
1) If my default windows terminal profile is Powershell, windows terminal opens in the current Linux directory just fine. However, when I use the wsl command from this terminal, my Ubuntu shell always opens in my home directory.
2) If I set my windows terminal default profile to Ubuntu, and open the terminal in any way (either through right clicking in the directory, or typing wt in the address bar), the Ubuntu shell still always opens in the home directory. Typing wsl into the address bar also defaults to opening the shell in my home directory as well.
Is there any way to configure my Ubuntu shell to open in the directory from which the command was invoked (for both scenarios above)?
I'm fairly new to WSL, so apologies if this is a newbie question. I tried looking for solutions online but couldn't find anything specific enough to answer my questions.
Thanks!

My sister in law has confided in me that my brother has been mistreating her pretty badly. I do consider there to be a small chance that he's not, but I've heard stories from other family members about him acting badly when drunk/high, so I tend to believe her.
I can't say whether or not any of these are 100% true because I've never witnessed any of them, but she has told me that he has done the following:
1) They have a child together and she says that he threatens that if she were to leave him, she would never see her son again. (I told her this wasn't true since she was also the child's parent and, barring a court order that I don't think he could get, she would have at least visitation).
2) Has threatened to and has kicked her out of their apartment and locked her out. Apparently this involved some shoving. This has happened more than once apparently.
3) My brother is fairly affluent. SIL signed a prenup and believes that that means she isn't entitled to any of their money except stuff in her bank account. (I think this is wrong, I believe a prenup describes how you divide up assets in the case of divorce, but I've never been married so this could be very wrong).
4) My SIL is an immigrant that has since gained her citizenship. He has regularly accused her of using him to get a green card. I think SIL may be afraid she could suffer consequences if brother claimed that the marriage was a sham green card marriage.
5) Threatened to kick her out permanently and keep their son from her, claiming that the judge would side with brother since she was homeless.
6) Constantly accused her of taking advantage of him.
7) Apparently been gaslighting her a bit.
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I have told her she needs to talk to a family law or divorce attorney immediately. I also told her that I'm fairly certain that she is entitled to money in his account, at least as long as they're married. Also I believe most lawyers will do an initial free consultation, so she shouldn't worry too much about costs.
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My plan is to show her this thread when I next have a chance to see her alone. I would appreciate any kind comments, advice (We're in nyc, so that may affect what advice you can give), maybe even point to local resources that would help her find a family law attorney that would be able to help her, I would really appreciate it. Thank you all for your time.

Background

I've been compiling a list of "hidden gems" in the back of my mind for a while now. There are many "hidden gems" in Vancouver. To cover them all would be a whole book. To make things easier for a post I created a stricter set of criteria.
 
The purpose of this post is not only to share but also to uncover more "small family run hidden gems". There are many places that almost make it which I added to the Honorable Mentions section.

What constitutes a small family run hidden gem?

A tiny to small restaurant that's family and serves amazing food or beverages. These are the places that people who've been recommend to out of town guests. You go "wow" when you first discover the place.
 
The hidden part is covered by collecting data on posts/comments to verify the "hidden aspect". Although just because a business has low Reddit exposure, many of these places are well known in specific communities.

Detailed Criteria:

1. Small: Under ~10 tables, Ideally ~2 tables. Exceptions for Food Court Stalls
2. Family Run: Owner or a family member is always present. Bonus for family-run businesses with no employees.
3. Hidden (On Reddit): Under 40 comments where a post is worth 5 comments.
4. Gem: Arguably the best place to get a certain dish/cuisine in Metro Vancouver

The List:

Name	Rough Area	Cuisine	Known For (* = other things also good)	Comments	Posts	Reddit Exposure
Nine Ninety	Richmond	Chinese (Wuhan/Food Court)	Spicy Dry Noodles*	1	0	1
Adam's Crepes	South Burnaby	French	Crepes	1	1	6
Feast and Fallow	Oakridge	Cafe (Plant Based)	Coffee*	2	0	2
Lao Cai	West Vancouver	Chinese (Xi'an)	Dry Cumin Lamb Noodles*	2	0	2
Lully's Food Truck	Abbotsford (Canadian Tire Parking Lot)	American	Hot Dogs	4	1	9
Excellent Tofu	Richmond	Chinese (Dessert)	Tofu Pudding	6	0	6
Gateau de Henry	Kitsilano	Cakes	Cakes*	8	1	13
Oide	East Van	Cafe	Coffee Rotation	8	1	13
Tama Organic Mart	Burnaby	Japanese (Grocery Store)	Vegan Bento	8	1	13
Fat Boy Kitchen	Victoria - Fraserview	Chinese (Hong Kong)	Pork Chop Rice*	9	0	9
Klasik Inasal	Mount Pleasant	Filipino	Overall Filipino Food	10	1	15
Long's Noodle House	End of Main Street	Chinese (Shanghai)	Soup Dumplings + Drunken Chicken*	12	3	27
Mr Japanese Curry	Mount Pleasant	Japanese (Curry)	Japanese Curry	17	0	17
Sushi Bar Kilala	North Burnaby	Japanese (Sushi)	Homey Sushi	18	0	18
Sashimiya	Downtown	Japanese (Sushi)	Moderately Priced High Quality Nigiri*	20	3	35
Baby Dhal	Commercial	Trinidadian	Dhal Puri Roti*	24	1	29
Tandoori Palace	Commercial	Indian/Pakistani	Naan + Butter Chicken (Outside Surrey)*	26	1	31
Cafe Dang Anh	Victoria - Fraserview	Vietnamese (Northern)	Pho Bo Tai Lan*	27	0	27
Yama Cafe	East Van	Japanese (Cafe)	Meal Sets/Moffins (Mochi Muffins)	35	0	35
Merci Beaucoup Cafe	Commercial	Vietnamese (Bahn Mi)	House Special Sub	38	0	38​

Honorable Mentions:

Name	Rough Area	Cuisine	Known For (* = other things also good)	Comments	Posts	Reddit Exposure	Honorable Mention Reason
Bali Thai	East Vancouver	Indonesian (Food Court)	Overall Indonesian Food	45	2	55	Too Well Known
Barbara	Chinatown	Contemporary	Tasting Menu*	Unknown	Unknown	50+	Too Well Known (Michelin Star)
Carp	Mount Pleasant	Hawaiian	Ahi Tuna Poke	Unknown	5	50+	Too Well Known
Dragon Ball Tea House	Shaughnessy	Bubble Tea	Fruit Slush	Unknown	5	50+	Too Well Known
Hachibei	Fairview	Japanese (Assorted)	Miso Black Cod (Often Sells Out)*	18	0	18	Owner Status Unknown
Melo Patisserie	Mount Pleasant	French (Cafe)	Almond Croissant	14	1	19	Owner Status Unknown
Prototype Coffee	East Vancouver	Cafe	Coffee Flight*	75	13	140	Too Well Known and Owners not always Present
Unchai	Kitsilano	Thai	Overall Thai Food	59	10	109	Too Well Known​

Hidden Gems from Comments:

Name	Rough Area	Cuisine	Known For (* = other things also good)	Comments	Posts	Reddit Exposure
T-Bay Bistro	Marpole	Taiwanese		0	0	0
Bangkok City Cafe	Kitsilano	Thai		1	0	1
Rumi Rose Tea	North Burnaby	High Tea		1	0	1
Shine Valley Lamb Noodle	Richmond	Chinese (Northern)	Lamb Noodles	4	0	4
Szechuan Delicious	Richmond	Szechuan		4	0	4
Green Bamboo	Burnaby (Crystal Mall)	Vietnamese	Pho (Meat from top to bottom)	5	0	5
Nam vegan express	New West	Vietnamese (Vegetarian)		6	0	6
Veggiebowl Cafe	Renfrew - Collingwood	Vietnamese (Vegetarian)	Vegan/Vegetarian Pho	7	0	7
Puerto Mexico	Kitsilano	Mexican		9	0	9
Pho Lan	Richmond Center	Vietnamese (Pho)		16	0	16
Yagoto	Kitsilano	Sushi		10	2	20
Pho Tan	Kerrisdale	Vietnamese (Pho)		37	3	52
Indian roti kitchen	Cambie	Indian		43	2	53
Paul's Sub Shop	Metrotown	Deli		54	2	64
Sun Bo Kong	Kensington	Chinese (Vegetarian)	Oyster Mushroom/Hot and Sour Soup/Noodles	70	1	75
Lamajoun	Bridgeport	Lebanese		46	8	86
Manpuku	Chinatown	Japanese	Karaage	61	6	91
Northern Cafe and Grill	Mitchell Island	Diner		90	2	100
Hawker's Delight	Little Mountain	Malaysian/Singaporean		72	8	112​
Wang’s Shanghai Cuisine	Metrotown	Chinese (Shanghai)	Soup Dumplings/ Pan Fried Juicy Bun			100+​

 
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Posted this in another sub.
I’m started to feel major burn out (?) at my firm. I know a lot of attorneys experience this — but I don’t work in an environment — like big law or PD — where I anticipated I would feel this way.
For context, I graduated earlier this year and passed Feb bar. I started a job at a boutique firm in NYC (I’m the only associate) where I had worked as a paralegal for a few years during law school.
I really enjoy the work assignments and the attorneys are incredible mentors who would be very receptive if I told them I was overwhelmed.
The thing is — I don’t feel like my burnout is stemming from any legal work. I (voluntarily) take on a lot administrative tasks (intern program management, staff meetings, onboarding/training newer staff) and if I’m being frank — the feeling really kicked in when I found out one of the paralegals was making only 4k less than I am. He was with the firm for two years less than I was, doesn’t have legal training, and only handled one practice area — as opposed to the 6+ that every other staff member handles. I had agreed to a lower than expected salary (72k) because I was under the impression the firm wasn’t financially stable and I was told I’d receive health care benefits (I chose not to sign up to the option they gave me bc it was 25% of my monthly paycheck). I asked to be compensated for that and was told they couldn’t do it. I didn’t mind at the time but now I know it wasn’t a lack of available funds I can’t help but feel under-appreciated/disrespected. I can sense resentment building.
There are other factors at play, but the crux of my issue right now is that I feel absolutely drained and have started to dread going to work. I’ve gone from enjoying my work to feeling resentful for taking on things that clearly aren’t acknowledged.
On the other hand, the work culture is a solid 8/10 and I doubt I will find a place I’m as comfortable or where I get the direct mentorship and skill-building opportunities I have now.
I’m not sure whether I’m being complacent and should at least apply to other jobs or if I should at least stick it out for the rest of the year.
Would appreciate any thoughts or suggestions others have.

So this one will be a little long, but bear with me. Nobody else I know has the answers. I've been having RAM problems since late January and have gotten slightly worse since. That's where this all started from, but that's technically a different problem.
Yesterday, after I was testing my computer's performance with a program recommended by a friend because I was having performance issues with games yesterday (probably due to the new NVidia driver and I hadn't rolled back yet), my computer started acting strange. I don't think it's the program itself, but I thought I'd mention it just in case someone here's like "Omg don't use that!". I received an error pop-up (which happens occasionally since the Memory problems started and it said "Fatal error detected" at the top of the window with the message: "Failed to extract _bz2.pyd: decompression resulted in return code -1!". Discord crashed either before or after this popup, so I just re-launched it, but it was asking me to sign in again (It's never done that). I signed in and changed my password just in case (to change my token for security reasons) but all of my settings were reset and every channel I visit sends me to the default channel for newly joined members. I noticed my C Drive was full (either before or after the Discord thing) when it had roughly 20-40GB beforehand. I tried cleaning up the disk and I cleaned up some site settings in Chrome, since I was told that YouTube needed more memory and that I was running out. Site settings was using 4.5GB, so I just cleared them all. It would've been too tedious to go through each one, since there were so many. Afterwards, I tried clicking on files in my C drive, but windows file explorer would freeze and I'd have to re-launch it. I checked my system restore points to check if I could go back, but the 2 made last week were gone (possibly due to low space?), so I just went to bed after moving files over to make space. I woke up and found out some sites weren't popping up in my search bar, so I went to check my history and found out most of my history was gone. It goes as far back as March, but there's plenty missing in between (one day only had like, 3 tabs open for example) and I was incredibly confused and devastated, cuz I was planning to go back and recover some tabs I lost a day or two ago. I did manually clear history in Chrome but only for the last hour or 24 hours. Keep in mind, I didn't touch anything in Opera GX besides trying to import bookmarks again, since it got reset too for some reason and there was absolutely no history at all prior to today for some reason. I don't know what to do or what even can be done. I'm defeated and at a loss. I only got this computer 2-3 years ago.

So this one will be a little long, but bear with me. Nobody else I know has the answers. I've been having RAM problems since late January and have gotten slightly worse since. That's where this all started from, but that's technically a different problem. Yesterday, after I was testing my computer's performance with a program recommended by a friend because I was having performance issues with games yesterday (probably due to the new NVidia driver and I hadn't rolled back yet), my computer started acting strange. I don't think it's the program itself, but I thought I'd mention it just in case someone here's like "Omg don't use that!". I received an error pop-up (which happens occasionally since the Memory problems started and it said "Fatal error detected" at the top of the window with the message: "Failed to extract _bz2.pyd: decompression resulted in return code -1!". Discord crashed either before or after this popup, so I just re-launched it, but it was asking me to sign in again (It's never done that). I signed in and changed my password just in case (to change my token for security reasons) but all of my settings were reset and every channel I visit sends me to the default channel for newly joined members. I noticed my C Drive was full (either before or after the Discord thing) when it had roughly 20-40GB beforehand. I tried cleaning up the disk and I cleaned up some site settings in Chrome, since I was told that YouTube needed more memory and that I was running out. Site settings was using 4.5GB, so I just cleared them all. It would've been too tedious to go through each one, since there were so many. Afterwards, I tried clicking on files in my C drive, but windows file explorer would freeze and I'd have to re-launch it. I checked my system restore points to check if I could go back, but the 2 made last week were gone (possibly due to low space?), so I just went to bed after moving files over to make space. I woke up and found out some sites weren't popping up in my search bar, so I went to check my history and found out most of my history was gone. It goes as far back as March, but there's plenty missing in between (one day only had like, 3 tabs open for example) and I was incredibly confused and devastated, cuz I was planning to go back and recover some tabs I lost a day or two ago. I did manually clear history in Chrome but only for the last hour or 24 hours. Keep in mind, I didn't touch anything in Opera GX besides trying to import bookmarks again, since it got reset too for some reason and there was absolutely no history at all prior to today for some reason. I don't know what to do or what even can be done. I'm defeated and at a loss. I only got this computer 2-3 years ago.
Both Benchmarks I did: https://www.userbenchmark.com/UserRun/61956001 https://www.userbenchmark.com/UserRun/61956118

I’m sitting at the lobby barestaurant at the Marriott my horrible 9-5 is paying 100% for eating my meal that my horrible 9-5 is also paying 100% for and enjoying a drink (yep, also 100%). I keep hearing claps and shouts and excitement from the nearby large conference room. I keep seeing people entering dresses in suits and ties and I think to myself “If I was a betting person I would bet $100 this is an MLM meeting”. So I start to pay a little closer attention. Then I see they’re all carrying in a skinny can…of Xs. Yep. It’s Amway. It’s 8:30 at night and these people are just starting their cult meeting. How long before I get pitched? Wonder how much they’re paying to attend? Note: none of them are staying at the hotel and the meeting is also not listed on any of the screen directories listing who is in which conference room.

I know a lot of attorneys experience this — but I don’t work in an environment — like big law or PD — where I anticipated I would feel this way.
For context, I graduated earlier this year and passed Feb bar. I started a job at a boutique firm in NYC (I’m the only associate) where I had worked as a paralegal for a few years during law school.
I really enjoy the work assignments and the attorneys are incredible mentors who would be very receptive if I told them I was overwhelmed.
The thing is — I don’t feel like my burnout is stemming from any legal work. I (voluntarily) take on a lot administrative tasks (intern program management, staff meetings, onboarding/training newer staff) and if I’m being frank — the feeling really kicked in when I found out one of the paralegals was making only 4k less than I am. He was with the firm for two years less than I was, doesn’t have legal training, and only handled one practice area — as opposed to the 6+ that every other staff member handles. I had agreed to a lower than expected salary (72k) because I was under the impression the firm wasn’t financially stable and I was told I’d receive health care benefits (I chose not to sign up to the option they gave me bc it was 25% of my monthly paycheck). I asked to be compensated for that and was told they couldn’t do it. I didn’t mind at the time but now I know it wasn’t a lack of available funds I can’t help but feel under-appreciated/disrespected. I can sense resentment building.
There are other factors at play, but the crux of my issue right now is that I feel absolutely drained and have started to dread going to work. I’ve gone from enjoying my work to feeling resentful for taking on things that clearly aren’t acknowledged.
On the other hand, the work culture is a solid 8/10 and I doubt I will find a place I’m as comfortable or where I get the direct mentorship and skill-building opportunities I have now.
I’m not sure whether I’m being complacent and should at least apply to other jobs or if I should at least stick it out for the rest of the year.
Would appreciate any thoughts or suggestions others have.

So this one will be a little long, but bear with me. Nobody else I know has the answers. I've been having RAM problems since late January and have gotten slightly worse since. That's where this all started from, but that's technically a different problem.
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Yesterday, after I was testing my computer's performance with a program recommended by a friend because I was having performance issues with games yesterday (probably due to the new NVidia driver and I hadn't rolled back yet), my computer started acting strange. I don't think it's the program itself, but I thought I'd mention it just in case someone here's like "Omg don't use that!". I received an error pop-up (which happens occasionally since the Memory problems started and it said "Fatal error detected" at the top of the window with the message: "Failed to extract _bz2.pyd: decompression resulted in return code -1!". Discord crashed either before or after this popup, so I just re-launched it, but it was asking me to sign in again (It's never done that). I signed in and changed my password just in case (to change my token for security reasons) but all of my settings were reset and every channel I visit sends me to the default channel for newly joined members. I noticed my C Drive was full (either before or after the Discord thing) when it had roughly 20-40GB beforehand. I tried cleaning up the disk and I cleaned up some site settings in Chrome, since I was told that YouTube needed more memory and that I was running out. Site settings was using 4.5GB, so I just cleared them all. It would've been too tedious to go through each one, since there were so many. Afterwards, I tried clicking on files in my C drive, but windows file explorer would freeze and I'd have to re-launch it. I checked my system restore points to check if I could go back, but the 2 made last week were gone (possibly due to low space?), so I just went to bed after moving files over to make space. I woke up and found out some sites weren't popping up in my search bar, so I went to check my history and found out most of my history was gone. It goes as far back as March, but there's plenty missing in between (one day only had like, 3 tabs open for example) and I was incredibly confused and devastated, cuz I was planning to go back and recover some tabs I lost a day or two ago. I did manually clear history in Chrome but only for the last hour or 24 hours. Keep in mind, I didn't touch anything in Opera GX besides trying to import bookmarks again, since it got reset too for some reason and there was absolutely no history at all prior to today for some reason. I don't know what to do or what even can be done. I'm defeated and at a loss. I only got this computer 2-3 years ago.
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Imagine walking into a burning building, and everyone laughs and tells you the fire’s all in your head. When no one believes you, are you going to stay to burn up with them? Every passenger in that crowd waiting to embark on the luxury cruise was already dead—they just didn’t know it yet! I stared through the windows of the terminal at the magnificent Seastar, at the broken glass and spatters of blood that only I could see… and then I fled.
Without warning a single soul.
What would have been the point? My name is Cassandra—I see death six days before it happens, and can feel it if I shake a cold hand—but no matter what I do, I can never, ever prevent it.
My flight took me as far as the escalators before a flash of purple brought me screeching to a halt. Lily Tsuki? No—it wasn’t the purple-haired musician who’d given me with cruise gift card. But suddenly I remembered how I’d been looking forward to hearing her performance aboard this very vessel…
Oh God…
It was one thing to turn my back on doomed strangers. Terrible as it sounds, it’s a bit like reading about a catastrophe in the news. Quite another thing to abandon somebody I knew! Could I really leave her to become one of the bodies putrefying in the belly of the Seastar? Every time I ordered a drink at my favorite bar, I’d remember I hadn’t even tried to save her!
“Fuck!” I cried, fumbling for my phone. “Oh, fuck me sideways… how much time…?”
Ninety minutes.
Ninety minutes to get on board, find the musician, and… what? Convince her to disembark?
How?
And yet my feet were already turning toward the gangplank—because as it turns out, I would rather plunge headlong into a ship full of the rotting dead than face an empty piano bench and the guilt that no amount of alcohol would ever drown. But to have any chance at persuading Lily, I’d need to know how the passengers died. This meant that in addition to finding a purple-haired needle in a Titanic-sized haystack, a horrifying task loomed ahead of me. I was going to have to do something I had not done in a very long time—plunge directly into my vision. Walk into its very maw and face whatever gruesome horrors lurked at the source of that nauseating odor.
I was going to have to find the bodies…
… and whatever killed them.
Boarding
The stench was so overpowering after crossing the gangplank that I dropped to my knees and dry heaved. The flow of passengers moved around me past the concierge desk. I must have looked exceptionally sick, because a pretty girl in a suit skirt approached, asking if I needed assistance. She reached out a hand to help me up—cold!
I staggered away from her and inside. Then—because I felt I might throw up—quickly found my way out to the promenade deck and the blessed breeze.
Lifeboats hung overhead. Beyond the rail, the sea sparkled in the afternoon sun. Cushioned loungers lined the deck. None were in use, presumably because the pool, patio, spa, and other amenities on the upper decks had much more attractive areas for lounging. I leaned against the rail and gulped the air, listening to the waves splash against the side of the boat, noting blood spatters further down—but nothing signifying the cause of the blood. Just vague signs of violence.
After circling the entire promenade deck and spotting only the occasional bloody spatters, I gritted my teeth, pulled my shirt collar up over my nose, and plunged into the nearest door.
The Seastar’s interior had the atmosphere of a luxury hotel. People milled about the restaurant and shopping area, buzzing with excitement, talking about cabaret shows and fine dining, while perky crew members answered questions, all perfectly oblivious to the putrid sweet rotting stench. I’d most likely find Lily Tsuki at the piano lounge, but since I didn’t yet have any plausible explanation for what had happened to the passengers, I continued wandering, entering a bustling café overlooking the ship’s grand staircase. Stepping over an enormous blood stain on the carpet, I passed the counter, nauseated by the fancy pastries behind their glass cases, peering among the tables and chairs. Paused when I spotted an eyeball in a teacup. No trace of how it got there. No body with an empty socket. Just the eyeball, swirling in a congealed bloody jelly at the bottom of the cup…
I scurried away, snatching a cloth napkin to cover my nose.
The interior darkened as I ascended the central staircase. No electricity, I noted as I clutched the railing. Why would the power be cut? A storm?
But storms don’t scoop out eyeballs with a dessert spoon….
Coming onto deck 6, I peered down a long, dim corridor lined with passenger cabins. To passengers coming and going, the hall was illuminated by electric lighting—but since I was seeing the ship six days in the future, the narrow hallway vanished into blackness. With no way to enter the cabins, and nothing much to see here or in the other dimmed halls of the passenger decks, I ascended until I reached the pool.
Pool Deck
Deck 9 opened to wide panoramic windows, dining, a spa, and of course the pool. I emerged outdoors with relief, removing the napkin from my nose as the sea breeze gave some respite from the odor.
Around me, people partied in bikinis and beachwear and suits, sipping all manner of drinks around the sky-blue swimming pool. A young woman stretched on a blood-spattered lounger, oblivious to the gore beneath her tanned figure. A few bodies floated among the swimmers, bloated and discolored. My vision shimmered briefly as a teen boy swam right through one of the bodies, splashing as if it were not there. My heart lurched when I realized that it was his own, albeit dressed in different clothes—
“Oof!” I grunted as a small figure bashed into me, her arm grazing mine.
“Sorry!” cried a little girl in a pink swimsuit, bolting by as her mother yelled at her to watch out for people.
I tried not to think of how cold the little girl’s arm felt. Counted the bodies: eight in the pool. One by the towel bin, head caved in. I made a circuit of the pool, occasionally brushing against people—cold, cold, cold.
No survivors, it seemed.
But why?
That was when I spotted a shirtless old man sitting at a table under an umbrella. I froze, goosebumps prickling along my skin. Unlike the floaters, there was no obvious reason for his death. His back was to me, the bare skin of his shoulders gray and blotchy. In his hand he held a broken drinking glass. He was positioned in repose… so what killed him?
My heart quickened as I moved round to the front of him.
His mouth hung open, shards of glass and a mangled tongue lolling out, crimson trailing down his shirt front. The source of the chewed glass was obvious—the cup in his hand was broken, its jagged edges bloody.
He’d died choking on the glass.
“What the fuck is happening here?” I whispered.
Forward Stairwell
The jogging track and the sundeck—decks 10 and 11—offered a stunning bird’s eye of the pool and ocean, but I did not stop to take this in as I circled to the bow, opting to take the forward stairs down, rather than central.
The stench hit me like a cloud.
I had to stop as I descended into the dim stairwell, clinging to the railing, doubled over, gagging. It was so so bad. My eyes watered. My stomach bucked. And it was dark. Thank God for my phone’s flashlight. I fumbled it on and, napkin firmly over my nose, plunged down into the depths… The phone’s thin illumination flashed along the carpeted stairwell and the hall of the first of the passenger decks. I kept descending. Paused at an unidentifiable slick red mound. I was examining it under my light when a crewmember jogged up to me and asked, “Lose something, miss?” “Just my marbles,” I muttered, shooing the crew member away and inadvertently brushing his hand. Cold. I turned my attention back to the mound.
A slimy pile of intestines on the stairwell… trailing down to a disemboweled body.
Intestines… eyeballs… eating broken glass… nothing about this makes sense! I swiveled the beam to check further downward.
That was when I found the source of the odor.
My path down was obstructed by a mass of bodies. The ones underneath seemed to have been trampled, but the ones on top… I squeezed my watering eyes and retched against the wall. Some of the bodies bore horrible mutilations—fingers bent and twisted, joints out of alignment, faces smashed in and jaws torn open. Many more appeared to have been crushed in the press of bodies. Best guess, there was a wave of panicked people rushing upstairs from below, colliding with a wave of others fleeing down from above.
Why this staircase? What was near this part of the ship?
The cabaret lounge, I realized. No electricity. No elevators. This was the nearest stairwell to the auditorium.
Closer. I was inching closer to uncovering the fates of the passengers. And yet, I still had no idea what the passengers were fleeing from. Who were the attackers? Or… I thought of the eyeball. The glass chewed and swallowed.
An icy pinprick at the base of my skull whispered the question I didn’t want to ask…
Why? Why did some of the passengers go mad, and do it to themselves?
Piano Bar
I took the long way round to the cabaret theatre, going all the way back up the stairs and coming down on the central staircase, only to detour on hearing the notes of a piano. I found myself in a cozy lounge and spotted a purple-haired figure at the keys. And just in time—the ship was due to depart in less than half an hour!
“Lily!” I rushed over.
The musician’s face lit. “Oh it’s you, friend! You made it!”
“You’ve got to get off the ship!”
“Off the—”
“I know it seems crazy but you’ve got to! Everyone on board is going to die—I’ve seen it because I’m psycho!” I heard it a second later and smacked my forehead. “I mean—psychic! PSYCHIC!! I can see the future.” At her scrunched eyebrows, I burst, “Look I know how I sound, but I’ve been able to see things since I was a little girl, and I am telling you that this ship is going to go dark! The engines will cut out! People are going to flee and trample each other on that forward staircase…” Launching into a rapid-fire recounting, I was just getting to the eyeball in the teacup when she interrupted:
“You’re afraid of some sort of terrorist attack?”
“No, no! No! It’s almost like… a kind of madness, a contagion, that spreads through the ship—”
“A zombie apocalypse?”
“Not zombies…”
“Poltergeists? Possession?” She played a riff from a horror movie. “Should we call an exorcist?”
“We should leave!” I checked my phone. “Quickly!—"
“What an odd duck you are! I can’t imagine any sort of catastrophe as big as you’re saying. You know this ship has tons of safety protocols. And even if I did believe some disaster were drawing near—do you really think I could abandon crowds and crew?” She looked at me over her glasses, shimmering purple lips curving in a smile. “Listen friend, if this were the Titanic and I was the only one who could see the iceberg, I’d stay to steer us right, not run off leaving everyone to die!”
Icy fingers raked along my spine. Even if she wasn’t taking me seriously, she was right—I did have a moral obligation to save people. An obligation I’d been trying to fulfill ever since I was a little girl, until the attempt killed my brother, and even after, I kept trying for years and years…. until at last I realized that there is no way to change anything. That is why I call myself Cassandra. For the Greek prophet doomed to predict the future but never be believed. Try and prevent what I’ve foreseen? You might as well try and pluck the stars from the sky!
Every hand I’d touched was cold. Everyone on board would die.
My fists balled, fingernails digging so hard into my palms they bled. “You really have no idea what you’re asking of me…”
“Oh, I’m not telling you to stay. I’m just explaining why I have to. Besides, I’m under contract.” She winked and focused on her playing as guests entered and sat at nearby tables.
She had no idea! None whatsoever! If I thought there was even a sliver of a hope, I wouldn’t abandon people! Oh, if this happy-go-lucky musician understood the futility!!
But she will, came another, darker thought. She will know the full depth of the horror coming…
“No,” I whispered.
“Huh?” She shouted, “Wait—friend, where are you going?”
But I was not listening. The cabaret theatre—was the answer there? The reason for the crush of bodies in the forward stairwell? I rushed past the cafe with the eyeball in the teacup, through the grand doors into the cabaret hall—
—but the cabaret hall was surprisingly quiet, save for a light touch of classical music. A few passengers mingled here or there, unnoticing of the cadavers draped on chairs and tables. The stage itself was pristine, the wood smooth and polished in the fading orange light through the windows. Apparently, the origin of the panicked flight up the forward stairwell was not this grand entertainment venue—nothing here supported that theory.
Nonetheless, I gave the place a thorough search until my phone’s battery ran low, and then I returned to the grand staircase.
In one direction lay passenger cabins. In the other, the gangplank back to the port terminal and safety.
“It’s not too late to be a coward, Cass,” I said. “Run from the ship, run from the empty piano bench at the bar, find a different, cheaper hole in the wall to crawl into like—like the cockroach you are…”
Always the survivor, eh…?
Or… or, I could try just one more time. “‘Hope,’” my brother always said, “is the thing with feathers.”
And look what happened to him! flashed through my mind. My heart slammed against my ribcage. I’d just die too, unless I left in the next—how many minutes? I checked my phone, but it was dead. Like I would be if I stayed.
A horn sounded the Seastar’s departure. A distant cheer rose up from the upper decks and balconies. I felt a brief panicky impulse to run back out on deck and throw myself off the ship… but in truth, my fate had already been decided before the ship’s horn blew. I hadn’t been paying attention earlier, but I’d been rubbing and rubbing my hands, and finally realized they were cold. Probably had been since I’d boarded. I shuffled leaden feet toward the passenger cabins, guided by my phone’s light to the brass number plate for 4044—my cabin. Reached for the knob and stopped.
That smell—dread squeezed my intestines like a wet rag.
Smoke. Burnt meat.
I wrinkled my nose and opened the door.
Orange rays shone through the window, the sunset so vivid it almost gave the illusion that the room was on fire. The walls and ceiling were charred. The edges of the mattress and sheets a smoldered ruin. But the worst damage was the small sofa by the coffee table. Broken bottles scattered round. And there on the sofa—
My fingers went limp on the door handle as I stared into melted sockets of a body charred beyond recognition. A dark line encircled its wrist. The blackened remnants of a charm bracelet.
My bracelet.
While the man on the pool deck swallowed glass, I would succumb to the insanity here, dousing myself in alcohol and flame—
—immolating myself.
[Part 1]

So this one will be a little long, but bear with me. Nobody else I know has the answers. I've been having RAM problems since late January and have gotten slightly worse since. That's where this all started from, but that's technically a different problem.Yesterday, after I was testing my computer's performance with a program recommended by a friend because I was having performance issues with games yesterday (probably due to the new NVidia driver and I hadn't rolled back yet), my computer started acting strange. I don't think it's the program itself, but I thought I'd mention it just in case someone here's like "Omg don't use that!". I received an error pop-up (which happens occasionally since the Memory problems started and it said "Fatal error detected" at the top of the window with the message: "Failed to extract _bz2.pyd: decompression resulted in return code -1!". Discord crashed either before or after this popup, so I just re-launched it, but it was asking me to sign in again (It's never done that). I signed in and changed my password just in case (to change my token for security reasons) but all of my settings were reset and every channel I visit sends me to the default channel for newly joined members. I noticed my C Drive was full (either before or after the Discord thing) when it had roughly 20-40GB beforehand. I tried cleaning up the disk and I cleaned up some site settings in Chrome, since I was told that YouTube needed more memory and that I was running out. Site settings was using 4.5GB, so I just cleared them all. It would've been too tedious to go through each one, since there were so many. Afterwards, I tried clicking on files in my C drive, but windows file explorer would freeze and I'd have to re-launch it. I checked my system restore points to check if I could go back, but the 2 made last week were gone (possibly due to low space?), so I just went to bed after moving files over to make space. I woke up and found out some sites weren't popping up in my search bar, so I went to check my history and found out most of my history was gone. It goes as far back as March, but there's plenty missing in between (one day only had like, 3 tabs open for example) and I was incredibly confused and devastated, cuz I was planning to go back and recover some tabs I lost a day or two ago. I did manually clear history in Chrome but only for the last hour or 24 hours. Keep in mind, I didn't touch anything in Opera GX besides trying to import bookmarks again, since it got reset too for some reason and there was absolutely no history at all prior to today for some reason. I don't know what to do or what even can be done. I'm defeated and at a loss. I only got this computer 2-3 years ago.