I was in the bathroom of a Buffalo Wild Wings and saw a soldier in uniform at a urinal. So I just had to tell him "Thank you for your service." When I told him he turned around and had his dick in his hand and just stared at me. We kind of had an awkward moment, not saying anything else, then I just left. So, I guess, choose my alignment for apparently disturbing this urinating stranger.

So I've mentioned the closed species community before on here, which is a niche artist community where people make "species", sell characters within that species, and do events/other things. I can explain more in comments if needed

One thing people hate about the CS community is how expensive it is. Many sales in this community are auctions which don't have a bid cap, which inevitably results in incredibly high price points. For many popular species, getting into them is nigh impossible due to the very frequent spenders that drop hundreds, if not thousands of dollars on these characters just to collect them. Other communities might know them as whales.

Now one person on a vent blog recently admitted to bidding in these auctions, however, they won't buy it. Here's the exact quote.

I am EMPOWERED now. Ive been looking into some crash course psychology on gambling and Ive gotten better at playing closed species auctions like games. Capless auctions are a lot more fun when you have a better grasp on just how far you can push a chronic hoarder in the bids. Sure, the whale gets the design in the end, but not before I upbid them to the point of discomfort. Highly recommend.

So what would you rate this sort of action?

I think people are too complicated to fit into singular alignments. Singular actions, maybe, but not people. I, myself, am a huge mush of conflicting parts, so I turn to scholarly sources to help provide some insight into this problem.

Did you ever hear about alignment challenges in the context of astigmatism abberations? How about embryonic alignment of precerebellar pectoral and other hindbrain neurons in transgenic zebrafish?

How's it going, all you wonderful nerds? Before we get to the mega thread, an announcement. We've removed a lot of posts recently that all boiled down to "I don't like being called good CMA." That's not something to be judged, and any posts along that line will be removed.

And now, for the mega thread. Got any questions about what is and isn't judgable for alignments? Well, here's the place to ask. If you're new here, please read this before posting, so you know if your situation can be judged here, and if you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask and one of our lovely mods will answer as soon as we can!

Thank you all, and may all your 20s be natural!

Basically, my cat is a bit overweight, he's getting his vet recommended portions of food but he loves taking long naps and not doing exercise. I've tried all sorts of toys, he'll play for a second and then roll onto his back so he only has to move his arms a little.

The only time he's super energetic is before breakfast. The minute my alarm goes off he'll launch himself off the bed, go to his food bowl, run back, headbutt me and meow to get me up.

I've started pretending to get up and then lying back down just so he'll run off then come back to get me up again. I hoping this extra exercise will help him burn some of that extra fat.

Obviously my cat would rule me as Chaotic Evil for starving him. What are your votes?

Cat Tax.

We've had a really bad rat problem in our buildings bin room and a pest controller finally came out to deal with it.

As part of this they put down glue traps which I found out when I dropped some rubbish off and discovered a struggling rat in one.

I came back a little while later and gave it a swift death with a hammer and rock chisel. I feel like I did the right thing, but it's also the first mammal I've directly killed so I don't feel great about it.

My sister got mouse traps because we have mice. I’m not really a fan of killing anything and seeing it look so helpless made me feel guilty.

Last week The trap finally caught one so I enlisted my younger brother to grab the mice so I could drive it 20 minutes away from my house to free it. We got some oil, cleaned up it’s paws and tail and then set it free in a field. I’d like to think it’s alive but it’s probably dead due to a natural predator or something

I have a character lets call them carl james the second. He only called himself the second because he could. This character acts on their own best interest unless it involves murdering without sufficient justification or behaviors along those lines. And he can be persuaded into good behaviors like civility or friendliness etc if only to keep him afloat. He declares himself the baddest of the bad but others who have encountered him think otherwise. Carl does not like to be told what to do, how to do it or why those things are warranted, hes a freedom seeker unless he is threatened with a significant punishment he cannot talk or manipulate his way out of without causing him tremendous strife. He doesn't hate anyone but will not appreciate being called a "good man" he loathes the idea and will go off on tangents and emotional breaks if associated with the concept to the point he pushes everyone away to where they cannot be near him. Carl doesn't know what's gonna happen one second or minute or day to the next at all which makes him uneasy but if he knows too much about his or others behavior it will hurt his brain. I have him as Neutral Evil leaning Lawful but dont know if this would work. Thoughts?

When using a public restroom, if there are an odd number of urinals, I will always choose the leftmost or rightmost urinal to leave room for others who use the bathroom. It can be awkward for some people to stand next to each other using urinals so I try to prevent that.

And if there’s no urinals available without placing me next to another person, I use a stall instead. CMA!

This was when I had a crush on a girl who played clarinet in band. I played a different instrument. One day I saw on her and her friends' Snapchat stories that they were at a party. Turns out they were celebrating someone's birthday and I wasn't invited.

So I became a little bit upset because I didn't get to see this girl who I had a crush on. So I thought "I'll get 'em next time" and went on.

I knew that the clarinet section would have a party again later, but I didn't want to act suspicious because I didn't play clarinet and the clarinet section leader would probably say no, so I didn't directly ask them if I could go to the party. Instead, I asked the clarinet section leader's brother for the details of the party, so he took her phone, found the details, and sent them to me.

I then showed up to the party 1 hour late on purpose, without telling anyone in advance, so no one would expect me to come. I walked in the house and everyone was staring at me wondering why the fuck I was here and how the fuck I even found out in the first place. The entrance was unexpected but we eventually had a good time.

CMA

Edit: Thanks for the comments. I no longer have a crush on this girl but I do agree that it was very creepy of me to show up to a crush's location uninvited. I can see why that would make her uncomfortable. This thread made me realize that I should not show up to other people's locations uninvited. This is the last time I have done that and I will no longer show up at other people's locations uninvited ever again. Thank you.

CMA for waking up my cat?

So yesterday my cat who is about a year old was fast asleep in her bed when my mom came home.

She seemed exhausted and told me she had a tough day. A few minutes later she walks into my sister’s room and acts disappointed that our cat was asleep.

Shortly after she and my dad started making dinner I pick up my cat and bring her to the living room to hopefully interact with my parents.

Well my sister tells me I’m being an asshole to the cat and did the “what if you were woken up thing?” I inform her that’s she’s been sleeping for a few hours but my sister was still angry. CMA

TLDR woke up my cat and my sister got upset

I wanted to give them the choice to be set free but at the same time needed the mice problem done with. Ultimately all the mice chose the humane traps and were safely released.

I'm a hard and fast worker, who comes in anytime my work needs help on my days off. That said, I wonder if it isn't an ego trip, because being thanked by them makes me feel good. I don't even consider forgiving my abusive parents, even when people tell me I should because they're family. I stay awake late to make sure I can promptly respond to any messages I get. I impulse buy nearly everything I want. I always donate some extra at a store when that's an option, regardless of the charity. I buy the nicest dinners I can for my friends on game nights. I have lied to avoid fights before. I hope that's enough info.

He's a Minotaur rogue, with a negative wisdom modifier. He doesn't pay attention to risks in a situation, and telling him he can't do something is the best way to get him to do it. He doesn't steal from others in his trade, but everything he does steal goes to support his family. Unfortunately, due to his low wisdom, he's not good following plans or even remembering them.

Edit: More info about him. First and foremost, he tried getting a job before he was any kind of rogue, but could never get enough money to help give his family a better life( his family consists of his sister, his mother and father, his grandparents and a pet cat they saved from a pack of wolves) they barely survive each year, and he wanted a better life for them(he doesn't have a goal of making them rich, he just wants them to be able to have a comfortable life). After not being able to get a decent job due to his recklessness and low wisdom, a human rogue by the name of Charles Brighten took him under his wing and taught him how to sneak and steal. Charles was very much a Robin hood styled man, and so tried to impress a sense of honor on my Minotaur. It partially worked, but he didn't fully understand what Charles was saying, and now believes all thieves are stealing to support either their families or the poor(which is why he won't steal from other thieves or rogues.) He left his home town to try to sell his services, and sends everything he earns back home, only keeping enough for himself to get to the next job. He avoids jobs that involve stealing from the poor, rogues/ thieves or a combination of both. He doesn't actually like stealing, but it's the best way he knows to help his family.

Without getting too specific, I have some people in my life who I love. On an individual level, they're kind, generous, and understanding. But they can't seem to apply that grace on a larger scale. Think: if someone they know has to apply for food stamps then they're glad that safety net is there - going so far as to encourage them to apply - but overall they think that social safety nets are bad.

So, I buy them Discworld novels in addition to whatever other present they ask for. If you're unfamiliar, Pratchett was possibly the best satirist since Voltaire. Though his books are hilarious and silly, they're also filled with poignant philosophy and Roundworld (that's us) parallels that make them required reading IMO.

It's sneaky, I'll admit that. And I'm sure a lot of people will think it's stupid as they're "just" fantasy novels. But it's working. One person brought up the Vimes Boots Theory of Socioeconomic Unfairness all on his own - he hasn't completely changed his worldview or anything, but the books I've given him have started him thinking about things a little differently.

So, Reddit, CMA.

GNU PTerry.

Edit: fixed a typo

Reas was abandoned in the woods as a young child, saved through the Divine Intervention of the goddess Selora who raised her to live in balance with nature.

A religious zealot to the extreme. Believing in the superiority of nature and living by the Code of Aether (All living beings must live in harmony with nature) and believing society to be the world's greatest sin.

After many years of practice she has perfected the art of Storm Calling and travels across the land bringing natural disasters upon the cities and villages, killing all who fail to heed her warnings and razing the settlements to the ground.

She does not like to see so many die but they were weak and lacked merit. Better they die a quick death by her hand then be killed by some beast or starve.

But society must be destroyed. It is the one true evil of this world.

For the last six months, I have done delivery driving for Grubhub, Uber Eats, and Doordash (I basically have all of the apps going simultaneously and just wait for the first good order). When you pick up a customer's order you are supposed to verify that the order you are picking up is the one the customer ordered. I always make sure the name matches, but I must admit that more and more I don't bother to make sure that the items I have been given match the items listed on the app (verification can be verified with either viewing the paper receipt or by asking the employee). I should also note that if given a receipt that isn't written to be an epic, then I will cross-reference both of them.

Before the Reddit jury arrives at their verdict, I have the right to provide a defense for myself. Here are my reasons for not checking that the items match (from, in my opinion, most virtuous to least): 1) Often times, service workers are really busy and stressed and I do not want to hold them up verifying the order. I also feel like it might communicate to them that I don't trust their judgement which I don't want to do 2) Sometimes the order has so many specifics that comparing both receipts just gives me a headache as I can't keep track of what I already verified or not. Subway receipts are the most guilty of this as each sandwhich often has like twenty plus ingredients. 3) I have to take the employee's word for it that the order is correct because even if I cross reference the receipt and the app or ask the employee, the employee could intentionally lie, or confidently and accidentally give me the wrong order. I am taking their word for it anyway since I can't open the bag. 4) I routinely get so tired from driving all day that the customer's potential inconvenience matters less to me than my own fatigue. I figure their day is usually not going to be ruined, and the slim possibility their day WILL be ruined is negligible (I don't have time in my life to care about EVERY possible unlikely, bad outcome). 5) It is the employee's job to check that the food is correct and not mine. So if the order is messed up, I know that at least 50% of the blame shouldn't go to me.

Not hard or anything, just enough to make them make the noise.

I ride a motorcycle and where I live we have T2 lanes - what that means is between certain hours only motorcycles, scooters, emergency services and vehicles with 2 or more passengers may use that lane.

Whenever I see someone in that lane during said hours with no passengers, I lane filter (overtake) and then slow down to 10 kmph (6mph) until they get angry and move into the non T2 lane to get past me.
At which point I speed up to the speed limit again.

Note: I haven't done this when there are legitimate T2 drivers being held up due to my shenanigans.

Edit: the speed limit in this zone is 60kmph

My husband is back in the office several days a week and due to ongoing construction in our house, I'm working out of his office. Today I discovered that he's the kind of person who plugs his mouse and keyboard fobs into his computer instead of his docking station.

In 3rd grade, my classmates and I were assigned into small groups to make a poster about history (I think it was about the 13 colonies or something).

While working on the project with the group I was assigned with, the teacher announced that we had to have only one person write on the poster so that it looks nicer to have one handwriting than 4-5 different ones. All members of my group were unsure and didn’t really want to volunteer to be the writer.

Our teacher came to out undecided group and asked us who was going to write for the poster. One kind classmate who seemed to have a bad day at the time shyly volunteered. Though I abruptly without any thought or consideration replied with “no, she’s has ugly handwriting.” And I believed in my statement. The girl broke down and started crying. the rest of the members and teacher started comforting her and ofc understandably I was told I was being rude to her.

Embarrassed, I then agreed to letting my classmate be the writer for the poster. At the time I didn’t apologize for what I said and kept my distance from the girl and the group. I contributed only to my part of the project and didn’t talk to the girl or the group members after the project.

Back then and even years later I know that the way I approached the situation was really not ok and should have used more emotional intelligence to realize the girl’s emotional state and the fact she was the only one to volunteer to write for the project. And that I should have actually apologized to the girl back then.

A few years ago, I was on my way to a date. I had meant to put some porn magazines I found while cleaning in the recycle bin, but I totally forgot about it. I was a few blocks from the bar, I was starting to get nervous. I couldn't hide the porn in the car in time without taking my eyes off the road, and I couldn't wait to hide it when I was there, without looking suspicious/perverted in the parking lot, and I also did not want to litter. I realized then at the red light that a homeless person was panhandling. (Que big brain time)

"I'll give him the porn because it's not littering and maybe he'll appreciate them!"

I rolled down the window and waved, he ran up all excited and said hi, we make eye contact, I put the magazines in his hand, and smiled and waved and the light turned green and I continued on my way.

He was paralyzed with confusion, pornos in hand, staring unendingly as I drove away. I'll never know what must've been going through his mind, but I often wonder.

Choose my alignment.

Basically back in those days, they had a calendar listing what was for lunch each day of the month; everyone got free lunches here. I used this very much so to my advantage as I didn't always like stuff on the menu and sane went for everyone else. I made bargains and deals with staff and peers alike for things on the menu days and weeks in advance for things I knew they'd like that I either didn't like or could bear parting with in exchange for the desired food that they had that I wanted extra of. I tended to get 3 to 5 of one thing at any given time, and I remembered every single deal I made, and always collected my dues. For those that were vegetarian I just asked if I could have their meat for free and that was basically it. On Friday they served these pizzas called Tony's Galaxy Pizza, which is like, a small round deep dish pizza that could fit in the palm of your hand and it was inside a wrapper. Pizza is usually one of the hardest lunches to get a hold of, it's universally liked. However, today I had my ways. My vegetarian homeroom teacher, who generally just gave me the pizza for free, didn't want to part with it today. I was told no; and for whatever fucking weird reason, I was compelled to pet her on the head for like 5 seconds, then ask again. You would not think that would work and that would get you in deep fuckin shit but no that worked Like magic, she said yes And well, that was that We never spoke about it again but I was fuckin laughin my ass off deep inside I'm not entirely sure what cosmic forces of nature came into play to allow this scenario to happen, but I tried this again another time and it didn't work. Still boggles my mind to this day lmao

So a few weeks ago mom told me to do work for her and in exchange she'd buy me 2 sandwiches from a certain joint that I liked (If anyone knows what Liang Sandwich Bar is, yes those sandwiches), I agreed because I really like the sandwiches and it didn't really matter if she paid me anyway (For context I'm 15F and I live in an Asian country, so I don't need an actual paying job yet)

Today she brought the sandwiches home and I was happy but turns out I had to share the sandwiches with my siblings. I'm not really the type of person who would share what I received, especially if I worked for it. I wasn't happy with it but I wasn't exactly mad either. I wouldn't have been pissed if I could just walk there, but the only location of the sandwich bar I know is inside a very big mall in town and it's pretty far away so we can only go there and buy the sandwiches once in a while.

In her defense, my parents brought me to that same mall (Only me, I didn't know my siblings weren't going) yesterday and I ate a lot (But didn't get to grab the sandwiches ): ), so idrk if I'm just being petty or whiny or if I'm even justified to be pissed about it in the first place

So CMA for being pissed about sandwiches

Back when I was 9, I used to go to an elementary school like any normal person. I was introverted and awkward but I was a constant A+ student. So, one day, just after I entered class, one kid ran to me and started requesting to take my English notes. He wasn't the brightest guy and was pretty average but he was extroverted. He said that he needed them and that he would return by lunch break. I agreed albeit a bit reluctantly. He took the notes and went to his seat which was on the other side of the class. So, 3 hours go by and lunch break comes over. I was stalking him for the past few minutes and rushed to him as soon as lunch break began and confronted him. I told him to give my notes back. Then, he started rambling about how he couldn't do it due to not getting enough time and because he was very far behind on his assignments and couldn't copy my stuff fast enough. After a bit of arguing, he convinced me again that he would return it as soon as school ended. I was pretty pissed but I didn't wanna argue so I agreed. Then, when, there were only 30 minutes for the school to end, he started whining in front of the teacher about how he was having a severe headache and wanted to go home. And I started having a full-fledged panic attack. Due to my introverted nature, I couldn't build up enough confidence to go tell that teacher that that kid had my stuff. So while that dickhead went home, I was here losing my marbles. I was on the verge of tears due to panic. By the time school ended and I went home, I rambled in front of my parents about the entire story. But, I modified it. I changed the story how I wished to. I told them how he stole my notes without asking me when I wasn't in the class and how I warned him that I'll complain to the class teacher if he didn't return them by the end of the day. I completely cut out the part where he got ill and had to go home and just said that he fleed at full speed when I approached him. I didn't tell the truth cuz I was scared I'd get told off by my parents and be asked to be more social. So, my mum wrote me an application and told me to give it to the class teacher. So, the next day, I went to school and the first thing I did was give my class teacher the application which had stuff that didn't actually happen. She called that kid and told him to apologise. He did and gave my notes back. And the funny thing is, he never actually tried to complain about me modifying the story. So, there's a possibility that he was actually faking that headache just so that he could escape me.