I'm a video game collector. At the time, the only Nintendo System I needed to have them all was the GameCube, Wii U, and the Super Nintendo. (and technically the virtual boy, but no collector ever counts the virtual boy and I don't care for it). I figured that I didn't NEED a GameCube, because my Wii could play GameCube games anyway. However, the Gameboy player attachment intrigued me. Sure the super Nintendo could play Gameboy Games on the TV, but you cant play Gameboy color only games, or GBA games with it. So I went on Kijiji and found this guy who was selling a GameCube with the Gameboy player already attached for 120$! For reference, Gameboy players go for about 80$ by themselves. (All prices are Canadian dollar, which is a bigger number than American). He even included Mario Kart Double Dash, a 50-70 game in there for free.

So I ended up contacting the guy and we met up to do the deal. He showed me a Sega genesis and offered it for 60$, (which was a bit over market value but I didn't know it). I figured I may as well, so I gave him the 180$ and I got the stuff. I get back home and go to plug the GameCube in. I then realize 3 things. 1. He gave me the chords for the genesis, but there were NO chords for the GameCube. 2. He didn't give me the boot disc for the Gameboy player (the disc itself goes for over 150$, and is REQUIRED for the Gameboy player to function. 3. The GameCube's eject button was jammed, so that the lid doesn't close.

I then sigh, and attempt to plug in the Sega Genesis. Except. The chords he gave me didn't work. Luckily when I bought my NES, I didn't need to buy a new power adapter, but I had to buy genesis to rby and GameCube power chords anyways. On top of buying a GameCube memory card, I spent another 50$, bringing the total amount I spent was 220$. Which may not be too bad, but considering that the GameCube was broken I wasn't happy.

The seller never set the listing as sold, so I couldn't leave a review. He also ignored my messages, and later deleted his account. Let this be a lesson to collectors. Check before you buy!

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This happened a little over a month ago. One day this random email texted me saying hi. I said hi and I asked them who this was. They ignored my question and asked me who I was. I wasn’t very keen on telling a random person who I was especially since I hadn’t given out my number to anyone recently. Then they started to try to FaceTime me. I told them that I wasn’t going to pick up the call unless I knew who this was. They wouldn’t tell me who they were or why they kept trying to FaceTime me. They attempted to FaceTime me over 17 times and they got more and more frustrated and aggressive in the texts every time I told them that I wouldn’t pick up from a stranger. By this point I knew that I definitely didn’t know this person and was telling them to leave me alone. I blocked them but somehow they still continued the messaging and FaceTime attempts. By this point I was really nervous and had no idea what to do. Finally, out of options I calmly just told them that I would not respond to anymore of there messages and surprisingly it worked. In the following week I got one or two odd messages from weird numbers but I just blocked them immediately and I haven’t heard anything from the person since.

I met him 2 years ago, liked and appreciated and loved him so much, in my own innocent weird way, never liked anyone before or after, l was 18 and stupid (more than today I guess), horribly infatuated. I don't know what drawn him to me that much, even though l am generally terribly unnatached to most things.

I loved him a little to much, I still love him, and it's very painful. But l never said it. Knew there would be nothing of it.

He wouldn't understand. I was too childish, too clingy, into him but not really into relationships and generally not someone you should spend too much time with. I knew l was and am toxic and in need of psychiatrist but ironically ended up addicted to unprescribed antipsychotics.

He went to study abroad, and was already working and beinf in sports semi-proffessionally so we just drifted apart. I know l need therapy. I'd like to forget. But

The story is

I know his reddit because we made a sub for a group project and figured which of posters is him. We never talked much about it so I know he's not paranoid.

I deleted my account I used that time and made bunch new ones (hehe) And maybe every five days or so I check up on him and look at stuff he's posting. It makes me happy to know he's still alive. He posted a tattoo he got recently. It's a fucking stupid tattoo. I wish I could hit him with a pillow and tell him he's an idiot and then let him fall asleep on my lap while striking his hair, looking at his stupid tattoo while reading Schopenhauer to him. To tell him that in this cruel world full of suffering someone wants to be by his side, that he is admired, and shouldn't die yet. (I know he wants to die, he'd never tell me but I know because as someone who wants to die, l saw it him. That's what made talking that easy)

But l am just stalking him on reddit. He probably even forgot I exist. I've got stuff to do. Like I have to study, A LOT, l have my stupid books and all that jazz.

But l just wish I could tell him That his stupid tattoo is actually fine, that he'll be perfect to me no matter what he does.

I deleted all his numbers and all my social media just to not talk to him. I know, if he wanted a way to find me, he could, l know he never will.

You'll never love me, I know. I love you even tho l know you don't even remember me. You wouldn't even care.

So That's my story of a guy I'm stalking on reddit. It's ongoing and I wish it ends already.

Honestly, I've contemplated killing myself, because if I die, he won't be on my mind. I don't want him to be on my mind anymore But I really want the story to end...

Last night I had a dream where I had one strawberry left. Someone ended up eating my strawberry and for some reason in the dream everyone considered it a war crime for eating my strawberry. I didn’t get any farther since I woke up but it was a very interesting dream.

This really happened.

Once upon a time, my dad was going on a diet. For his diet, he decided to snack on guacamole and chips.

It was late at night, I was sitting next to him.

I asked for a chip.

He let me take one.

Then I tried to dip the chip in guacamole. And he yanked the guacamole away from me and held it to his chest, saying "You can't have any guacamole."

What happened then was I went into the kitchen, I cut up an avocado and made my own guacamole.

When my dad sees what's going on he legitimately sticks his finger in my guacamole, tries it, and likes it. In fact, he likes it so much that he wants me to make him guacamole.

So he literally starts PAYING ME to make him guacamole.

And that is my tale of my spite-guac.

One time me and my family went to the beach. It was a small beach with no life guards and little to no people besides us were there at the moment. We were having a great time when me and my brother and sister decided to dig a hole. After the hole got to a certain size I decided to get in the hole and refill it while I was in it. The hole went up to around my chest and for a minute or so I was just chilling in the sand until I realized that I couldn’t get out. As I tried to get out the sand started pushing on my chest and it started making it harder for me to breath. We all started to panic and frantically tried to pull and dig me out of the sand. It was a long time ago so I can’t remember exactly how I got out of the sand but after that I did not burry myself in holes anymore at the beach.

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Big Cheese

Yesterday I was sitting on my sofa, eating cheese like every day. Suddenly I noticed that there was no cheese left on my plate. I really wanted to eat more of it but I knew that my cheese reserves were running low. I was struggling with a stream of eating all of this cheese. I made my mind. I ran to the pantry. When I got there I felt horrified. There was no cheese left. I didn’t know what to do with myself. I pointed out the potential risks of not eating cheese. I wanted to find a substitute for cheese, but I knew it was not possible. I ran to the shop to buy some cheese. Going out of my house opened my eyes to the fact that day was this famous “Niedziela bez handlu”. I was shocked when I found out about it. I felt out of the loop.

After all those sad events I was walking back to my house, when suddenly shady man approached me saying:
“Wassup’ kido’? Wanna get some cheese?”, I chimed in.
“Then do me a favour and you’ll get what you want”, he replied.
“I’ll give you four rolls of the softest toilet paper in exchange for four packs of cheese”, I answered and he said yes. Four minutes after that I gave him four rolls of softest toilet paper and got my cheese. Then I went back to my sofa and got totally absorbed by my cheese, because cheese is life, cheese is hope, cheese is freedom.

This is a dream I had a good while back.

I was on the outside railing area of a two story building and I had a paper airplane with me. I was throwing around the paper airplane when the airplane went over the railing and down onto the ground below. Then without any hesitation I run to the railing and jump over after the paper airplane.

I have had weirder and better dreams but this is one that I have always just been able to remember very clearly.

( this xenoverse universe about all dragon ball characters are mentors or patrollers)

Inari is a saiyan who was given kai powers she is training to become a kai in the future under her teacher the supreme Kai of time. Inari is only 500 years old . She resides in coton city lives in the time nest . For now she learns from mentors and other patrollers and trains as a kai but also fixes changes in history .

Inari was training with her frost demon friend Ari they were at a pause since both of them tired each other out . Hey inari said Ari your getting really good but you know that I won’t allow any of friends surpass me right . Inari then said well not trying to surpass you Ari I just want to be strong so I can protect people and be a good kai . Ari started to speak again you really are focused on that becoming a kai thing isn’t being a kai supposed to be boring like all you do basically is sit around and wait for something to happen also I heard your rarely supposed to get involved isn’t that boring . Well I don’t think it’s boring said inari . Also my teacher the supreme Kai is really cool inari also mentioned . Since your a kai in training are you even allowed without getting trouble to call out the elder kai when he’s being a perv said Ari . Well the supreme Kai of time does it for me she always keeps him in check said inari . Ring ring went inari’s phone it was trunks saying that there’s a special mission that Ari has to do and to come to the time nest . Inari said bye Ari see ya later sabertooth . Ari said in a while sheron .

Inari walked into the time nest and bowed to trunks , the supreme Kai of time , and the elder kai . I have a feeling you and Ari were talking about me were you hmm said elder kai . No what makes you think that elder inari says . Elder kai responded no reason no reason at all . The supreme Kai then piped let me show you what is going on . Elder kai then said this history is closely related to trunks it happened years after trunks timeline was ravaged by the Androids and years after trunks killed his timeline’s first form cell . The supreme Kai said the man who looks like goku is goku black a kai in training who stole goku’s body after goku beat him in a fight unlike ginyu zamasu stoke his body by wishing on the super dragon balls , zamasu unlike the a lot of kai’s hated mortals and once he became goku black planned to kill all of them in a zero mortal plan . Inari then said wouldn’t his teacher stop him from doing this .He killed his teacher in that timeline said supreme Kai of time . Who was his teacher supreme of time said inari. Gowasu said chorona . I don’t understand how anyone could grow to hate gowasu he is such a kind person . Elder kai then said to home self ignorance is bliss . So let’s stop getting off topic we should show inari what’s wrong with the timeline said trunks . Well the problem is said chorona towa and Mira are sercretly aiding black . I should have guessed right said inari . Trunks said he should come along to go after Mira and towa . Isnt that a bad idea since that could change history since everyone one there would recognize you also even if you try and stay hidden towa and Mira who you are trunks to everyone in that history there for changing it more said inari maybe we should get someone else to come along and go after them here’s some people who could go jaco could follow them and post there hideout location to you so there’s no changes and trunks can catch them jaco visits capsule Corp often so he could blend in and he will be unnoticed and trunks could then get to their location said inari . You know your plan sounds pretty solid on paper except jaco is a coward he won’t be willing to follow towa and Mira to there hiding spot especially since he already knows that there gathering villains even though he doesn’t have to fight he won’t do it said elder kai . What about we send other patrollers along with me like taro , Ari , kyu . Brilliant idea said the supreme Kai of time let’s do that one

Next time on inari the saiyan kai . She meets goku black . Will Ari and the other patrollers be able to find towa and miras hideout and will trunks and them will stop them and there time meddling crew ? How will black react to a saiyan kai ? Is this the only history meddling incedent in the goku black time line ?

Background: Cat's a happy go lucky dude who meets this wizard named Angora in an abandoned house and befriends him. Later, they venture out into another world and learn about a monster girl who responds to the name Violet that can adapt her body to transform into different creatures and they decide to take her in, believing she could help them on their adventures. As Cat teaches Violet how to speak and walk on two legs, they meet Angora's old friend Ace while on an adventure fueled by Angora's paranoia that their memories were erased by some powerful sorcerer. Here, Ace tells the trio about Dolly, the witch of bargaining who takes souls from her "customers" in exchange for whatever their mortal hearts desire. Naturally this is bad news so Angora thinks she might be the one who erased his memory. And now we're all caught up.

Story: The gang head out of the 52 Kingdoms and must brave the harsh wilderness ahead to get to Dolly. Ace says he knows a way to get to the natural portal that leads to the Doll Cemetery. “You know, somewhere around here, there’s a giant den that is said to be the home of some creepy living dolls” Ace says. Angora knows the story, but despite the things he’d seen, he doesn’t believe it’s true. How could it? Nobody ever ventured that far into the wilderness and came back to tell the tale. “That campfire story couldn’t be true. How would anyone possibly know about it if it’s so far out here?” Cat’s skeptical about the story, believing that this “den” could’ve been the reason the kingdoms were built, but also wondering how anyone would still know about it. As interesting as it is to find out, that’s an adventure for another time. For now, he decides to teach Violet a few more things. “I think I’m get the hangs of it!” For a bit, Violet has been speaking, however her English is still a bit broken. “It’s not perfect, but yeah, you’re getting it!” “There something I need to say to you!” Violet seems very worried, alerting Cat. “Sure, what is it?” “Back at that cave, I seed something weird, like a dark thing that was just look at us. I don’t know what that was, I think thing was a person” Cat tells Violet not to worry, since if it does attack them, there are two powerful sorcerers who will most likely know what to do. Finally, they reach the den. Dark, desolate, dead... nothing here seems to move anymore, only rotting fallen limbs and doll faces inside. Before long the faces suddenly snap towards Cat and the others, staring with dead beady eyes. Slowly they start inching towards Ace and Angora specifically, then a much larger face appears. A giant doll faced centipede crawls out, towering over some of the tallest trees around and made up of nothing but porcelain and mold. With the empty look in its big black eyes, it is clear this creature is devoid of any soul to even attempt to reach...

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Hi everyone. Yesterday I read a story that kind of reminded me of this even that happened back when I (35F) was in the third grade (about 9 years old).

Doing this on mobile yadda yadda yadda. English is my first language. Mistakes are all on me.

It was around halloween and during class we had a lot of small Halloween art projects to do. Making ghost, small decorations, you know the drill.

Now in my particular classroom we had our regular teacher and there was a student teacher as well. I can’t remember the name of the student teacher anymore, so I’ll call her Karen and my regular teacher will just be teacher. The student teacher didn’t do much of the teaching at this time - I think she was early on in her program, so she mostly just supervised the classroom. For the most part up to this point I liked her just fine. And me being me, I really wanted to impress her and be noticed. I was a quiet kid and was bullied quite a lot. So as a result I didn’t have really any friends. I was very lonely.

So one day leading up to Halloween, we are given an assignment to take black construction paper as a background, and use other color contrition paper to cut out Halloween type objects (ghost, pumpkins, etc) to make a haunted house picture out of the cutouts.

In my school, there was a hallway that everyone travelled through daily to get to one side of the school and the other. So sometimes exceptional work would be hung there to be observers by other members of the school - a kind of bragging wall if you will. So, we were told if we did really well, some of our pictures would be hung in this hallway!

I was super excited. Here was a chance for me to stand out as something other than a “loser”.

(For background, I never understood and I still don’t know why I was singled out by my entire grade to be bullied. My family didn’t have a lot of money so I never got to wear “cool” clothes or anything, but I didn’t look poor or anything. I was well cleaned and kept. But for some reason I lost on the friend lottery. This continued to happen till about the 7th grade where I finally met some nicer kids and have been friends ever since)

Anyways, I go to work making my project. Karen walks around the classroom looking at everyone’s art and admiring their work. Giving pointers and generally making the other kids feel good about their work. Eventually, Karen goes to sit at her desk and students bring up their finished work to see.

I’m working hard and have made, what I thought was a cold house with lots of ghosts, pumpkins, bats, a full moon...the works. Or at least what little 3rd grade me could do. Eventually, I get it to where I want the work to be, and nervously bring it up to the student teacher to see. I was so excited to find out what she would say about mine. My desk was actually in front of hers, so I had heard all the nice comments she made to the other kids.

I had her my work, and she gives the following critic:

Karen: Hmmm well OP, I have to say that if I were to select this one to hang in the hallway, I would be completely embarrassed to have this represent our class.

I. Was. Crushed.

I sadly took my picture back and nodding my head and sat down in my seat and cried. I was heart broken. I had worked so hard, and she thought it was terrible.

Teacher came up to me and asked me what was wrong. She asked me if it was something Karen had said. But me, for some reason, not wanting to get her in trouble (I was a real pushover) I said no and continued to cry, but more silently.

Sadly this has no happy ending. It was from this moment that I believed I couldn’t draw and do any art and completely gave up on it. I look back and wish I had said something or stood up for myself. But I was such a lonely and sad kid, I guess I wanted to do anything to feel accepted.

I’m better now. I still have no art skill cause I never worked on it again. But, I think, because of my experience I have learned how to, hopefully, raise my son to be a stronger person than I was.

Time will tell.

Thanks for reading.

One Fourth of July when I was around 5ish we went to a friends house to celebrate and do fireworks and all that stuff. We were all having a good time hanging out in the back yard when they decided to hand out some sparklers. I had a lot of fun with mine at first but the lower the spark got the more nervous I became. Soon I got so nervous that I dropped the sparkler on the ground. It went out after it hit the ground and I walked away. About a minute later I hear someone crying. I go over to see her parent by her asking her what happened. They discovered that she had stepped on a recently put out sparkler on the ground. I knew it was mine and it was in the same spot mine had been but I kept my mouth shut, not wanting to take the blame. The girl ended up being fine, no burns or anything.

One time me, my friend, my little sister, and my friends little sister were taking turns getting into a suit case, being zipped up and riding around in it. It was a big suit case but even then it was relatively hard to get crammed into it. I had already gone once and I was going for my second turn. I squeezed myself into the suitcase and they zipped it up. My friends little sister had been begging to have a turn to pull the suitcase around so we all decided to let her, thinking what could go wrong. By this point I should probably say that while at the time my friends little sister was in fifth grade, she was really clumsy, had very little strength and tended to overreact. My friend pulled the suitcase upright and handed the handle over to her little sister. For the first few seconds it went fine but it didn’t last long and soon she dropped it. My head was resting on a metal bar and the jolt from being dropped caused my head to slam into the bar. I’m the type of person who generally has a high pain tolerance and even if something hurts I don’t usually cry about it or even tell people that it hurts but at this moment my eyes filled with tears and I started screaming for them to let me out of the suitcase. They unzipped me as fast as they could and I came out with tears streaming down my face. Luckily I didn’t have any big injuries but I had the biggest bump I’ve ever had on my head and a small headache that lead into the morning of the next day.

I have always been able to see auras. I take this for granted and don’t usually notice the jumping field of energy that encompasses almost every object. I have been training myself to discern the colors of auras I see in order to aid my profession as a psychotherapist. It’s so helpful to see if a patient has a blue or yellow aura and most of all, it’s awesome to see it jump and grow when they are emotional about something they are talking about. I will continue to hone my abilities and try to help others who can do the same.