I am from the SE MO area and searching for the perfect camping spot for my gf for her bday weekend in November. Mostly familiar with St. Francois State Park and parts of Mark Twain NF.
We are always down for a drive too so I’ll open up this up to anywhere in the state of MO.
I would absolutely love to have a waterfront nearby. We aren’t super fit, so the closer we can park near a trailhead and hike to a camping spot the better. Please let me hear your favorite camping spots in the Show Me State!

As we all spend a lot of time in Quantum doing nothing I have been thinking about how to build game play into it. CR has said he doesn't want any loading screens in his game and I am all for that, however there is about the same amount of activity currently as with a loading screen. Namely, none. Of course with larger ships you can get out of your seat and walk around but I'd like to focus on the game play opportunities.
Here are some suggestions for improving the Quantum Jump experience.

1. Your ship should have a navigation computer. Depending on its capacity will determine how many jumps ahead you can plot. So a single seat fighter for example can only plot one jump, then you have to map the next stop etc. You can also adjust certain parameters. For example you can tell it to avoid areas of known pirates, or you can have it fly closer to planets so you can pickup on comm traffic on your way by. I know I'll take a lot of crap for this. Some people just want to point and go. That should still be an option. Anyway it's just an idea and not a hill I'm going to die on. My other ideas are better lol.
   
2. You should be able to change your route in mid flight.
   
3. Quantum Speed should be variable. Right now when you press GO on the Quantum Jump it will accelerate, hit cruise and decelerate automatically where the same trip will take exactly the same amount of time each time. I propose that when you activate the QD your throttle control becomes a quantum power control. It will have a "safe" cruise power setting indicated and an ability to exceed this if you want to. You can adjust this as the journey progresses, so if you decide you need to get to a location faster you can increase speed mid journey. Exceeding recommended power limits will cause increased wear on the drive. As the drive wear increases you are more likely to damage or even burn it out. The engineer can monitor certain parameters of the drive and can even do maintenance to remove some of the wear.
   
4. Quantum speed should also be affected by mass. Right now your speed in quantum is based entirely on what drive you have equipped. So ships of different sizes will go exactly the same speeds if equipped with the same drive, even if loaded with cargo. What I propose is to use the mass of the vessel as a factor in speed. More mass requires more power for a particular speed. If your power plant runs short on energy you can shut down systems to free up more power. Since weapons have mass in some safe areas cargo haulers can choose to leave their weapons at home. This will get you a faster speed for the same power setting (and less wear on your QD). This provides opportunities for stripping down a ship and making a fast blockade runner. It also allows cargo missions to move a certain amount of cargo in a certain amount of time. Ship configuration can make a difference. How much fuel can make a difference as it has mass also. (a racer might take the minimum required)
   

Together these improvements allow intersystem races and other game play opportunities. For example you might plot a route to pass near a comm station to gather the latest messages. Then, upon reading those messages you see a new cargo just popped up for the first to arrive. You change course mid flight and boost your power levels to increase speed as much as you can. You also dump half your hydrogen fuel to get your weight down and get the maximum speed out of your ship. Your engineer starts monitoring the drive performance closely...
To me that is fun.
Thanks for reading and I look forward to your constructive comments.

TLDR: My life problem is heavy neglect and not understanding myself and being a burden as a result
TW: I don't know, everything, but mostly cringe, just don't read if you're anxious

• Unwanted accidental child
  
• I almost died at birth due to volvulus (bowel obstruction)
  
• My parents divorced when I was 3
  
• I was accidentally dropped on the floor head down as an infant
  
• All that in early 90s Russia
  
• I was diagnosed as autistic at age 4 and didn't know about that diagnosis till around 25, a couple years AFTER I discovered myself what it means to be autistic
  
• Gifted child, old soul - you know the meme
  
• My absent father or grownups or friends didn't teach me how to be a man at all, I mean nothing, I learned from failure and manosphere and tons of self-reflection at late 20s
  
• My mother didn't give a shit about how I'm feeling, I was just a burden
  
• Video games addiction since 9-10
  
• Porn addiction since 12
  
• Cringe social skills for most of my life
  
• Dropped out of university because it was too painful to navigate student life as a clueless sperg
  
• No essential life skills like personal grooming until 23, negotiating, making friends, crap socialization, often being disrespected
  
• Hysterical illogical unempathetic bitch mom who would rather fuck around than give any attention to my wellbeing, her only form of care was making sure you are given food and making sure you are academically successful (I was ok on that, but she verbally abused my 8-14 y.o. sis regularly over not understanding math and generally for being a child)
  
• Abusive step father that got angry and pushy when I walked to toilet after 11PM, sliced car tires when my mother had to drive me to a fucking new age teenagers retreat I've been visiting for 10 years straight since 5. He supposedly beat my mother, but she also was a huge bitch to him, they were often arguing very loudly and i was afraid. I have empathy for him and understand what he felt (me and my mother were insufferable 18-15 years ago), he's been devastated for years after divorcing my mother
  
• Being a skinny malnourished slouchy twink until around a couple years ago
  
• Skipping meals as self-harm and feeling shame for eating but not contributing to the household, deliberately making myself as low maintenance as possible
  
• Being a clown was my way to seek attention since maybe 12
  
• My mother founds and manages a charity fund to care for orphan infants when I was 12 after giving birth to my step-sister, I'm left on my own as she dives into her work
  
• When I was 11 we were travelling abroad after her first divorce and I wake up on a bunk bed to her being fucked right below me by some dude she met in a bar
  
• Left my mother's house at 15 to live with my grandparents, she lived with the abusive stepdad for over a year after that and I was the one that had to comfort her later
  
• Overprotective grandparent that made life cringe, overanxious grand-grandparent that made care itself triggering
  
• 15-23 were mostly sitting at home coding, gaming, watching anime, feeling shame for being a burden
  
• Crap psychiatrist at 18 ignored my issues when i showed clear symptoms of schizoid psychopathy (no such thing as autism ouside of childhood in russian psychiatry), prescribed me some SSRIs and basically told me to fuck off and go find a girlfriend
  
• Most of my socialization happened after 23 with substance abusers most of whom were 3-5 years younger than me
  
• Fell in limerence with a trainwreck of a bpd girl trying to figure her out for 7 years never being able to be a proper man to her, helplessly watching her jump from one bad relationship to another, dreaming of marrying her because i liked being with her but rarely actually being with her
  
• Social phobia
  
• Substance abuse since 16, weed and alcohol addiction because it let me dissociate and explore my repressed emotions
  
• No sex or other kinds of intimacy untill 25
  
• Not knowing how to properly express my sexuality
  
• A memorable bad trip from LSD (or probably just NBOMe, but everyone else seemed fine until I started killing it) when so many repressed things had resurfaced I couldn't handle it and tried to dissociate further
  
• Emotionally abused and cheated by a misandrist lying golddigger-lite girlfriend of 3.5 years for not being a good enough man. She did sex work to finance her party lifestyle I never wanted to be a part of, never told me exactly what she doesn't like but manipulated the shit out of me when she felt i deserve that
  
• PTSD after being told by my girlfriend about her cheating with my "friend", i was on MDMA at the moment and had to repress enormous anger. I'm mostly sure that was a setup to take revenge on me for trying to get together with my limerent one who has also been emotionally abusing me at the same time, then all the blame put on me although (or because?) i was a huge pushover
  
• Didn't understand my emotions and body till about 29, not being able to tell hunger from sadness. Alexythimia that was invalidated constantly
  
• I was heavily discouraged from expressing anger by my mother and girlfriend
  
• Delusions of grandeur and arrogance as a coping mechanism that further drove away from me any people who could give me their perspective on why I'm unhappy
  
• Feeling bad because there were some genuinely good times of my life, and I made nothing out of it
  
• First time i felt loved by a woman was at 28, but i don't want to be with her, but she's limerent about me, I'm feeling ungrateful as a result (still give her tons of attention because she pushes for it)
  
• Anxiousness everywhere with everyone
  
• Attention deficit and hyperpassivity)
  
• can't help but think of the past feeling responsible for what happened to me, and still find myself doing dumb shit and regretting it I - apologized to my abusers for my specifuc deficits, they never did
  
• I'm an autodidact software engineer with 10 years of experience in dead-end jobs, I never was on the job market until last september and I haven't been able to find a better job for the last 9 months because there is always someone better than me, and the current job pays better than what i could land easily but i hate the job for its instability and isolation and no prospects to leave it
  
• Feeling shame in having one of the most seeked out specialty on the planet but never managing to make decent living with it and get my shit together, currently my most precious asssets are a 5 yo damaged MSI gaming laptop and extensive knowledge of dated technologies
  
• Feeling shame for being a clueless sperg making other people uncomfortable my whole life
  
• I never told most of this stuff to a therapist or to a close person
  
• Can't help but blame myself for my unhappiness
  
• I'm mostly fine now, I moved to another country and found some great friends most of whom are trauma survivors as well, who are growing and have a positive attitude. I believe that I will get my shit together eventually, low contact with most people from my past
  

Thanks for your time

Today is my last workday before vacation. I have an office job, 1000 things on the table, and am super efficient. Also, I am snacking like crazy, munching with my free hand while working with the other, and just got this thought:
"It feels like I am eating popcorn while I watch my own action film going on."
Downside: I never get the boring things done. Like filling timesheets, travel costs... the pile gets very high. Stress and pressure keep me alive and whenever I calm down, I am 0% productive. Not sure how long I can maintain this lifestyle.
(Currently waiting to be diagnosed, no medication. But first meeting was eye-opening)

“I’m sorry; we’re going to astral travel to a flea market?” Charlotte asked incredulously as she watched Genevieve and I set up a meditation circle under the shade of a towering old willow tree in my cemetery. “What if we want to buy something? How will we bring it back?”
“We’re not going there to shop, Lottie. Samantha’s finally had a vision about Emrys,” Genevieve explained.
The Veil between the Physical and Astral Planes is exceptionally weak in my cemetery, especially at night and on hallowed days. When I sleep there, my subconscious mind is highly receptive to all manner of revelations from the Spirit World. When I saw a Blood Moon rise on the night of May fifth, the same night as a penumbral eclipse, I knew that my dreams would be prophetic.
“I had a dream about him last Friday,” I expounded. “He’s at some sort of otherworldly marketplace, one that’s not connected to the Crypto Chthonic Cuniculi, so it’s mostly inaccessible to the Ophion Occult Order. In my dream, Emrys invited us to come and speak with him while we were lucid. He drew a sigil for me, the same one I’ve drawn in the middle of the mediation circle. He said that all I’d have to do is toss an Undying Rose – the earthly effigy of the rose Persephone used to steal a drop of his blood – into the sigil and it will become an astral portal to where he is.”
I held up the deep purple rose that I had cut from its bush earlier that day. I don’t know for certain where the roses came from, but my best guess is that they were made by the same Occultist who hallowed my cemetery to Persephone; Artaxerxes Crow. They have some connection to Emrys as well, since the only other time I saw someone else use one was when his avatar was summoned into the Physical Plane on Halloween 2020.
Knowing that Emrys wouldn’t dare to set foot in a place that was sacred to the Goddess who was ultimately responsible for his cosmic defeat, I gently tossed the rose into the middle of the sigil.
“He invited all of us?” Charlotte asked with an incredulous raising of her eyebrow.
“He said me and my coven. If he had just meant me or me and Genevieve he would have said that,” I replied. “You and Elam are coming too. I want as many eyes on this place as possible so that we don’t miss anything. We may not get an opportunity like this again.”
“And this is safe? Visiting some random flea market between worlds?” Charlotte asked.
“Samantha and I have visited the Underworld and come back no problem,” Genevieve reminded her. “So long as we’re bound to our bodies and Elam is bound to Samantha, we can come back anytime. Don’t worry; this is going to be a blast! Adventures like these are the best part of being a Witch.”
“The only reason you were able to go to the Underworld is because Samantha’s cemetery came with an astral portal in the back,” Charlotte countered, gesticulating in the general direction of the archway that was still partially visible behind the light spring foliage. “Other than that, when have any of us ever done anything useful with our astral projection? This is still a physical place, right? We don’t have any of our physical senses available to us when we astral project, and I get extremely disoriented trying to navigate the mortal plane with clairvoyance alone.”
“It is a physical place, but one saturated with astral energy and full of occultists and occult artifacts. It will be extremely illuminated to our clairvoyance,” I assured her. “Elam will also be there to guide us. As a ghost, he’s much more practiced at traversing the mortal plane in an astral form.”
Charlotte folded her arms over her chest and turned to look at Elam, who was leaning up against the willow tree as he waited for us.
“I don’t suppose you could go and scout the place out for us ahead of time?” she asked.
“I can’t go too far from Samantha, and definitely not across planes,” he said with a shake of his head. “But Eve’s right. Your astral bodies will be in no danger, and you can return here in an instant whenever you want.”
“But what about Emrys? Didn’t that book Leon gave you say that he’s some sort of soul-flayer?” Charlotte asked me.
“It did,” I admitted. “Keep in mind though, that book was written by his enemies. I want to hear his side of things before this conflict of theirs spirals out of control.”
“Any update from Chamberlin about that?” Elam asked.
“Yeah, he said that after he failed to purify the Sigil Sand, Ivy’s onboard with negotiating some kind of truce with Emrys,” I replied. “The Grand Adderman’s still reticent, but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s running out of options. I need to find out if Emrys will agree to peace talks.”
“Um, I get that, but I’m still kind of hung up on him potentially flaying our souls,” Charlotte reiterated.
“If Emrys and the Ophion Occult Order go to all-out war, there’ll be a lot of collateral damage and innocent souls caught in the crossfire,” Genevieve told her, gently grabbing hold of her and looking her straight in the eye. “Samantha, Elam, and I are doing this because if there’s any chance we can put an end to this before it starts, then it’s our responsibility to try. You don’t have to come with us, Lottie, but you’re still a member of our coven. Samantha and I would both feel a lot better with you there to help us.”
“Arghhh! All right, fine! I’ll come with you,” Charlotte gave in, plopping her butt down on the edge of the meditation circle. “If we’re holding hands, that will help keep our astral bodies together too, right?”
“I believe it should, yes,” I smiled at her, sitting down and reaching out for her hand.
Genevieve lit the incense and her bong filled with the entheogenic Delphi Dream, before sitting down to join us. She took a hit from the bong before passing it to me, and then to Charlotte before setting it aside out of the circle.
“Start with taking a deep breath, completely filling the lungs, and holding it for five heartbeats,” she guided us as she took hold of each of our hands. “Exhale completely, and wait five more heartbeats before breathing in again. Eyes closed, in through the nose, out through the mouth. Focus on the astral energies flowing through you with each breath, gently aligning each chakra until those energies are enough to lift you up and out of your body.”
In unison with one another, the three of us slowly breathed in and out, ignoring the material world around us and focusing upon the task at hand. Eve was first, as usual, and because we were all holding hands, Charlotte and I felt her eagerly tugging us up to speed us along.
I opened my eyes, and beheld the dull and muted Physical Plane through my clairvoyance, everything outshined by the radiant forms of my coven mates. I noted that Genevieve had eschewed her normal skyclad form when astral projecting and instead wore a cloak like Charlotte and I.
“Are you worried this place might have a no shirt, no shoes, no souls, no service policy?” I teased her.
“I just don’t want to risk a confrontation over it. I realize how important this is,” she answered. “Though I’m not actually wearing shoes, now that you mention it.”
“Christ, look at the sigil Samantha drew!” Charlotte said, pointing down at the meditation circle beneath us. The sigil wasn’t just glowing but flowing as well, churning the Aether around it in a misty, spectral vortex. “It’s an astral portal, isn’t it?”
“Oh yeah. It’s not stable, though. Good for one trip only,” Genevieve said with a delighted smile. “And Lottie, since we’re Neopagan Witches, try not to swear by Christ, okay?”
“Jesus!” she swore, both in defiance and in genuine annoyance.
“Elam! Elam, come join the circle! I don’t want to take any chances of severing our bond,” I instructed, letting go of Charlotte’s hand and waving him in between us.
Faithful Familiar that he was, he obeyed without hesitation. Despite my concerns, I think that he probably could have stayed behind if he had wanted. The fact that he was willing to follow me to an unknown otherworld without complaint really made me appreciate how devoted he was to me.
“We step in together on the count of three, got it?” I instructed, each of them nodding clearly in response. “One. Two. Three!”
We all extended our right feet into the vortex together, and the instant we did we were swept away, falling out of our own world and tumbling between the cracks of countless others. They weren’t real, I don’t think. At least, not as real as our world. They were potential realities, or realities that could have been once but now can never be, or fantasies that are so persistent in the minds of real people that in some sense or another, they become real themselves. I only saw glimmers of them, glimmers in nebulas made of primeval chaos and uttermost void.
It was outside of time, that place we travelled through, or at least we had no sense of it there. Our souls were haphazardly spat out upon a surreal landscape of earth, sea, and fire. Hilly plains of volcanic ash, incandescent calderas of lava and bubbling hot springs all intermeshed in a chaotic mosaic that didn’t seem to abide by any laws of geology or geography that I was familiar with. A strong but slow wind pushed fractal formations of dark silver clouds through a pale silver sky, illuminated by a single white orb which could have been either a bright moon or a faint sun.
While our spectral feet left no trace upon the ash we now stood upon, our presence nonetheless elicited a response from some of the local fauna. We were just able to catch a glimpse of some kind of shimmering scarabs burrowing themselves into the ash to escape the four otherworldly ghosts that had invaded their territory.
“Holy shit,” Charlotte murmured as we all gazed out upon the strange world we had found ourselves on. “This really isn’t on the Astral Plane. This is a real planet. This a real, alien planet! This is unbelievable!”
Genevieve glided over to one of the bubbling pools and peered into it, looking for any more signs of life.
“There’s some kind of bluish-grey algae growing on the rocks down there, and I think I can make out some small arthropods too. This planet’s alive!” she announced with glee, smiling and looking up at the alien sky.
Conjuring an astral approximation of my staff, I plunged it into a small mound of ash beside me. I watched curiously as the scarabs shot out in all directions, moving too quickly for me to get a good look at them, before scurrying back into the surrounding ash.
“These bugs can sense our presence,” I remarked. “How and why would clairvoyance evolve in insects on this world, and why would their first instinct be to flee?”
“Samantha!” Elam called out. “I think I found the Flea Market.”
We all gathered around him and looked where he was pointing. On a distant dune, we beheld the moulted carapace of a colossal insect, gleaming a brilliant, lustrous gold in the broken white light.
“That’s impossible!” Charlotte claimed. “That thing must be hundreds of meters long! No insect, no animal period could ever get that big on the Physical Plane!”
“It could be the Incarnation of some kind of Titan,” Genevieve suggested. “But… it’s dead. I can tell that even from here. It’s dead. It’s the corpse of a dead god, and now it’s being used as a swap meet with a punny name. Either whatever killed it just abandoned it, or…”
“Or is running the place,” I finished for her. “Well, we should see if we can find Emrys.”
In an instant, the world moved around us until we were at the entrance to the Flea Market. The colossal carapace was hollow inside, of course, and had been filled with a bustling city that looked like it had been created in the most ad hoc manner possible. There wasn’t a single straight street to be seen, and they converged with one another at random intervals. Stalls and buildings varied wildly in both design and materials, all imported from a plethora of different cultures across the planes.
Enormous shards of luminous glass levitated above the throng like a thousand Swords of Damocles, any or all of them seeming capable of succumbing to gravity at any moment. In the very center of the moulted husk dangled a great spiralling chrysalis or hive woven of iridescent silk, its function not being immediately apparent to me.
There must have been thousands of people there, and hundreds of merchants hawking their wares. Most of those who looked human still seemed a little off, like they were members of ethnicities that didn’t exist in our world. Some of the beings were near-human in appearance, many seemingly some kind of Fey or Seelie folk. There was even a small handful of people that weren’t remotely human at all.
The only thing they all had in common was that none were native to this world.
“Most of these people are here in person, aren’t they?” Charlotte asked.
“It would’ve been quite a feat for them to have built all of this while astral projecting,” Genevieve agreed.
“But if this place isn’t connected to the Cuniculi, then how did they get here?” Charlotte asked. “We’re on another planet, maybe even in another dimension. If getting here is beyond the Ooo’s abilities, then what sort of ungodly reality benders decided to turn it into a Flea Market?”
“Ladies, gentlemen, and any beings either too ancient and alien or too modern and alienated to settle on one or the other, come bear witness to one of the most astounding and atrocious abominations on this or any other world!” a fast-paced male voice rang out over the din of the crowd.
We turned to see a short, skinny, old-timey sort of carnival barker standing on a literal soap box, placed next to a large object draped in a black tarp.
“For the paltry price of a single three-headed coin, you can peer beneath the veil and behold with your own unbelieving eyes the mangled and mutilated monstrosity that lurks beneath!” the carnival barker continued. “But I must warn you, it is not possible to truly understand what dwells underneath without seeing it first! I cannot guarantee that you will still retain your sanity or will to live after witnessing the proverbial Mountains of Madness, for this low creature is truly like no other and serves only as a grim testament to the cruel sadism of the Lord Above! Anyone plagued by even the faintest lingering doubt as to their spiritual fortitude should not dare to even contemplate what might lie before me! But, for those brave, noble few who are truly dauntless of heart and incorrigible of spirit, I am proud to share with you this rare, unfathomable, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to witness sublime –”
The carnival barker was interrupted by a man yanking the sheet off the object beside him, revealing it to be a mirror.
“Whelp, that was a hell of an Im14andthisisdeep post, eh?” Charlotte mused.
Genevieve and I, however, were far too stunned to be amused; not by the mirror, but by the man who had unveiled it.
“It’s him, Lottie. That’s Emrys,” Genevieve whispered.
We had only seen him briefly once before, more than two-and-a-half years ago, but he was far from what anyone would call forgettable. He was tall and gaunt, with literal blue blood flowing beneath translucent skin. His long, receding hair and regal beard were pitch black, and dark miasma wafted from his eyes, nose, and mouth. He was dressed in dark sable robes with three overlapping Ouroboros’s tattooed on his forehead, with a pair of ophidian pupils lying in the spaces between them.
What stood out the most to us were the six silver Ouroboros chains bound around his wrists, ankles, waist, and neck. These were the chains the Ophion Occult Order had made to limit the power of his physical avatar, and it seemed he had not yet found a way to free himself from them.
“Are you still here?” Emrys asked in exasperation, tossing the veil back at the carnival barker in disdain.
“…Possibly,” the strange man replied evasively. “But not definitively, for purely legalistic reasons.”
“I believe Mathom-meister was quite clear when he said that your rather pitiful chicanery wasn’t welcomed here,” Emrys reminded him.
“And who is he to judge chicanery from cutthroat, capitalistic competition? Should not the Flea Market be a free market?” the charlatan demanded. “And while we’re on the topic of commerce, I don’t suppose you have enough three-headed coins to pay for all the poor souls you have so discourteously exposed to my exhibit against their will? I’d hate to have to start shaking people down to get my due.”
“Hard to believe your own circus threw you out,” Emrys said with a sardonic eye roll as he tossed him a small medallion. “You get one coin. Take it and get out of my sight.”
The charlatan flipped the coin in the air thrice, presumably to confirm it actually had three heads. Satisfied with its impossible dimensions, he shoved it into his pocket.
“It will cover the trolley ride home, at least,” he acquiesced, stepping off his soap box and turning to face his looking glass. “A shame though you can’t see the genius in my little avant-garde performance piece here, Emmy. Even I know that the monster in the mirror is often the hardest to recognize.”
As the man reached to pick up his mirror, his reflection’s arms shot through the glass and grabbed him by the wrists, pulling him in. Emrys immediately tried to chase after him, but bounced off the glass as if there was nothing supernatural about it at all.
“Bastard!” he cursed under his breath, before turning towards us and giving us a small apologetic smile. “I’m sorry you had to see that rather pathetic display. Unfortunately, the few meeting places I know of that are relatively safe from any Ophionic incursion also attract their fair share of other annoying miscreants.”
“If it didn’t attract a little bit of everything, it wouldn’t be a Flea Market, would it?” I asked rhetorically. “Thank you, Emrys, for inviting us. I’ve never been anywhere like this before.”
“And thank you for accepting. Samantha, Genevieve, it’s a pleasure to see you again, and a relief that you have not fallen under the auspices of the Ophion Occult Order,” he said with a gentle bow. “Elam, I remember you as well. Valiant but not reckless, you remained atop Pendragon Hill during my battle with the Darlings until your mistress was well out of harm’s way, and then you got the hell out of dodge yourself. Samantha couldn’t hope for a better Familiar. And Charlotte, any Witch that Samantha deemed worthy to induct into her coven is obviously someone whose acquaintance I am pleased to make. Welcome, all of you, to Mathom-meister’s Flea Market!”
“So this is where you’ve been hiding out the past two years?” Genevieve asked.
“Oh no. Far too Cosmopolitan for my tastes,” Emrys replied. “No, this is just a friendly place to meet those I consider friends – or potential friends, at least. I’d offer to show you around, but I know it’s difficult for you to astral travel for prolonged periods. Come with me to Mathom-meister’s house where we can talk freely, and we’ll discuss the situation with the Order.”
I gave him a small, single nod in response, and gestured with my staff that he should lead the way. He responded by pointing upwards, then vanished into his shadow form. When we looked up, we saw him waving at us from a balcony atop the great silken chrysalis.
We exchanged hesitant glances with one another, but ultimately followed him into the strange structure, moving from the ground to the balcony in an instant by will alone.
“How would an incarnate being get up here if they couldn’t fly or teleport?” Charlotte asked as she peered over the balcony’s teetering edge.
As though answering a summons, a humanoid creature apparated beside her in a flash of dark vapours. The hunched-back entity stood over six-and-a-half feet tall, and was clad in golden-brown erudite robes. Its squid-like skin was of a similar colour, and its entire face was a single gaping orifice that held a wispy, glowing orb in the center of its skull which I immediately recognized as its soul. A pair of long, fanged tentacles lined with pores and tendrils hung down from its head like a long, forked beard, and the seven digits shared by its two hands all bore wicked-looking talons, as did its two-toed, digitigrade feet.
“Not fly or teleport? What sort of pedestrian house guests do you think I entertain here?” the being asked wryly, its voice seeming to come from nowhere in particular.
Charlotte instinctively backed away from the creature and into the protective fold of our coven, but Emrys was quick to hold up his hand to plead for calm.
“Please, there’s no need for alarm. This is our host, Mathom-meister. He’s the only reason any of this is here in the first place,” Emrys informed us. “A year or two ago a companion of his unfortunately became one of the Darling Twin’s victims, and when he heard of my vendetta with them, he tracked me down; which is no small feat, I assure you.”
“It is for us. My people are a race of Planeswalkers. Traversing the many worlds of Creation is second nature to us,” Mathom-meister explained.
“I’ve… I’ve heard of your people, I think,” I said, softly and unsurely. “A friend of mine had an encounter with an artifact that gave her a vision of a race of strange and powerful sorcerers slaying their own god. I take it you’re the ones who slayed this Scarab Titan as well? That’s, that’s…”
“Horrifying, yes. That’s the idea,” he nodded. “You have nothing to worry about, young Witch. My people have no special interest in your world. This is purely personal. My friend is dead, and I want his murderers brought to justice; a goal which Emrys and I happen to have in common.”
“Feel free to share this information with the Ophion Occult Order, Samantha,” Emrys said. “I’d very much like for the Darling Twins to know what’s hunting them. Mathom-meister, please excuse me while I take my guests inside. We do have pressing business to discuss and their time is limited.”
The squid-cyclopes bowed gracefully, and my coven and I quickly scurried after Emrys as he led us inside through a towering hallway and into a large chamber that had been appointed as a living space.
I had thought that Emrys would want to speak with us alone, which was why I was surprised to see a young woman sitting cross-legged on a spongey yet chitinous object that I will for the sake of my sanity call a bean bag chair. Like Emrys, she was pale and blue-blooded, her choppy hair as black as coal. She wore a black robe and heavy black eyeliner, but these could not conceal the fact that she too had thin wisps of miasma emanating from her eyes.
“Is that your… daughter?” Charlotte asked, as baffled by her presence as any of us. The woman smiled warmly at the question.
“In a way. I was dead, and Emrys gave me new life. Now a part of the Outer Primordial Darkness he represents lives in me too,” she said serenely.
Hovering above her left palm were three small bluish-green orbs, lazily going around in a circle. They were translucent and held something inside them that I couldn’t make out, but the orbs themselves appeared to be melting and solidifying by the woman’s will.
“You’re Petra, aren’t you?” I asked as I cautiously approached her. “Chamberlin had mentioned that Emrys had taken an acolyte. I’m Samantha, and this is Genevieve, Elam, and Charlotte.”
“I know. The whole reason we’re here is to speak with you,” she nodded.
“The Ophion Occult Order calls me a soul-flayer, and I’m sure you were all wondering exactly what that meant before you came here,” Emrys said, standing proudly behind his acolyte. “Well, this is it. The Darkness Beyond is now a part of her, and a part of her now lives within the Darkness Beyond. She is not unchanged from what she was before, but neither has what she was been lost.”
“My interpretation of the term ‘soul-flaying’ was the complete removal of a person’s consciousness from their astral and physical bodies to be subsumed by your Darkness,” I countered. “They told me that what you’ve done with Petra here is just the limit of your power while you’re bound in their chains. Are you telling me that if your chains were broken, you wouldn’t be able to do any worse than this?”
“On my physical avatar? No. So long as my astral form remains chained and bound with the World Serpent, I cannot cleave a conscious mind from its astral substrate,” Emrys assured me.
“But that is your ultimate goal, isn’t it? Breaking the chains the Ophion Occult Order put on you is just a stepping stone to breaking the ones the gods bound you with?” Genevieve asked. “You’ve allied yourself with a literal god slayer. Do you expect us to believe that his people’s abilities aren’t something you intend to put to your own ends?”
“I don’t have an ultimate goal so much as I have a fundamental principle of opposing tyranny,” he claimed. “When I was a mere man, thousands of years ago, I was a tyrant. I believed that might made right so unquestionably that when my might began to fail me, the only thing I could think to do was to try everything in my power to restore it. This quest eventually led to me becoming one with the Darkness Beyond, which gave me not only the might I coveted but the wisdom I didn’t know I needed. It gave me perspective. It made me stronger than any human alive at that point but still let me realize how insignificant I was. It was humbling, and enlightening, and filled me both with remorse over my past actions and an impetus to use my newfound gifts to rectify them. I tried to overthrow the gods themselves which, in hindsight, was overly ambitious. I not only failed but had my soul devoured by the World Serpent, where it still resides to this day.
“I am not eager to bring the wrath of the gods down upon me once again. No, for now, I will be content to end the tyranny of the Ophion Occult Order. This is the message I’d like you to relay to them. If the Grand Adderman agrees to unbind my chains and step down from his post, I will spare his life. If he declines, I want the rest of the Order to know that I will show mercy to any who sides with me over him. I am willing to allow the Order to exist so long as it agrees to become more decentralized, democratic, and accountable. They will have to forfeit certain artifacts and individuals in their possession over to me, chief among them the Darling Twins, but I am willing to negotiate. If they aren’t, then I will overthrow the Grand Adderman by whatever means necessary and see the Order scattered to the four winds. It is entirely up to them whether or not the conflict between us escalates to full-on war. Have I made myself clear, Samantha?”
“I think so,” I said as I pensively considered everything he had said. “Why should they trust you to keep your word once your chains are broken? For that matter, why should we?”
He took a moment to consider his response, eyeing me over as though he was trying to divine something that would win over my trust.
“Samantha, you made a pact with Persephone to get your Spirit Familiar there; one where she swore by the River Styx. Is that correct?” he asked.
“It is,” I nodded.
“And in the years since, has Persephone ever broken that pact she swore to?” he asked.
“No, she hasn’t,” I replied.
“I may not be an Old God, but so long as my astral form remains bound by their chains, they have power over me,” he said. “Samantha Sumner, Hedge Witch of Harrowick Woods, I swear on the River Styx that I have spoken no lies to you today. I swear by the River Styx that I will abide by any Covenant that I and the Ophion Occult Order agree to in good faith and fair dealing that they do not break first. I swear by the River Styx that when my chains are broken, I will give you no cause to fear me or regret your trust in me.”
I gave a questioning glance to Genevieve, and then Elam, both of whom nodded in the affirmative.
“All right. An oath sworn on the River Styx is good enough for me. I’ll deliver your terms to Seneca Chamberlin,” I agreed. “I’m very grateful for the trust and respect you’ve shown for me and my coven, Emrys, though I can’t say I quite understand it. Out of all the guests that were there on the Hallow’s Eve you were summoned, why did Evie and I stand out to you?”
“The Ophion Occult Order deemed you worthy of inclusion in their cult, an offer you rejected on principle. You cheated Persephone, but you did it not to gain immortality for yourself but to save your friend from hell. You came here, thinking I could very well tear your souls asunder, but did so because you believed it was your duty to prevent needless suffering,” Emrys answered. “You are extraordinary in your craft, courage, and conscience, the latter of which especially stood out among the degenerates at that party. I do apologize if I frightened you at that event. I was a bit… irritable, given the circumstances. I’m glad we were able to meet again under more pleasant conditions.”
“So am I, Emrys,” I nodded. “I’m not sure exactly what this means or how relevant it is, but Seneca wanted me to tell you that he’s able to offer you the Dream Demon Red Ruck as a sacrifice.”
“Pffft. Tell him it’s hardly a sacrifice if I’m getting rid of a boogie man for him,” he scoffed. “In fact, now that you mention it, Ruck’s one egregore that might be of more use to me alive.”
I wanted to ask him what he meant by that, but we were suddenly interrupted by the rapid pounding of a gong somewhere down below. It seemed to be an alarm of some kind, as we could hear the panicked shouting and frantic racing of people either battening down or forsaking the Flea Market altogether.
Mathom-meister apparated into the middle of the room, his facial tentacles reflexively raised in a defensive position.
“Were you outside the market?” he demanded of us.
“The portal we came through deposited us a few miles outside of the market, yes,” I admitted.
“Damn,” Emrys cursed softly, though he sounded more frustrated than angry. “Meister, it’s not their fault. I knew they weren’t experienced Planeswalkers, I could have – ”
“It doesn’t matter!” Mathom-meister interjected. “They need to leave, now!”
“Why, what’s going on?” Genevieve demanded.
“The scarabs are swarming,” Petra explained. “Don’t feel bad; it happens often enough that they’re prepared for it.”
I wanted to press for more details, but I could hear the humming of a vast winged swarm steadily encroaching upon us.
“Don’t worry. Once you leave the swarm will disperse… eventually,” Emrys told us. “We’ve said all that need be said for now. Return home, and I’ll reach out to you again shortly, Samantha.”
Again, I wanted to object, but the swarm outside was growing louder and louder, and it occurred to me that we might not be completely safe from a biblical swarm of insects that could not only sense but evidently sought out souls.
This occurred to Charlotte as well, as she was the first of us to vanish and awaken back in her body. We could all feel the weight of her reembodied soul tugging on us to return with her. Genevieve immediately grabbed hold of my right hand and Elam my left, both of them refusing to leave before I did.
I spared one final glance at Emrys, lamenting that we couldn’t have had more time.
“I’ll relay everything you said to the Order. I’ll make sure they know you’re willing to negotiate a truce,” I vowed.
He gave me a gracious nod, and just as we heard the swarm start to pelt the exterior of the market, I forced my physical eyes open and was back in my body, still safely under a willow tree in my cemetery.
I immediately looked beside me to Genevieve, and saw that she was awake as well, and then around me for Elam, who seemed to be suffering a bit of spectral whiplash from being pulled back with me so suddenly, but was otherwise all right. Sighing with relief, I turned lastly to Charlotte, and saw that she was looking down at the mediation circle in dreaded horror.
Following her gaze, I saw that the Undying Rose was gone – spent, perhaps, in exchange for our passage – and in its place was the inert, and hopefully dead, body of one of the shimmering scarabs.

I'm only active on Reddit. I only go to other social media through browser. If may page akong need isearch related to job-seeking or may restaurant, establishment to read reviews.
My friends asked me san daw ako active na social media. And I said Reddit, sagot nila "Ano yun?" Lol. Tinanong nila kung may Tiktok ako, sabi ko wala. Tapos nagbanggit banggit sila ng mga content creators I've never heard of. Nagjoke sila saang kabundukan ba daw ako galing haha.
Then they showed me several random videos of people from tiktok. Kaso di talaga ako makarelate, alam kong kanya kanyang humor naman tayo. I couldn't fake laugh so pangiti ngiti na lang ako kunwari para sakay sa trip. Pero a part of me, parang gusto ko na lang din magtiktok. Yung mukhang tanga o nagpapacute lang pero kumikita naman ng pera at pinapadalhan ng mga sponsored products haha.
When people learn na I'm not active on socmed, they say "ayos yan", maybe they think na I'm disciplined, I'm not addicted to social media. But honestly my mental state is just too weak for socmed. I'm kinda mentally unstable so my times na konting scroll lang, natitrigger na yung existential crisis ko. I'll feel down and it'll last for several hours to day/s.
Been a long while since I got to hang out din with my friends so wala sila masyadong alam sa buhay ko. A friend also asked if nagmomodel daw ba ako. Never did I aspire. Made me realize looks can't get you anywhere when you have shitty mental health.
Would generating money from social media be worth all the anxiety, insecurity and overthinking? I guess maghanap na lang ako ng ibang pagkakakitaan.

I’m bisexual, I experience attraction to men and women. I am currently in a straight passing relationship which does not remove my attraction of women despite what the average asshole thinks. I’ve also been physically assaulted for my sexuality, I don’t wear it on my sleeve. It was another young teen who was previously my friend who got a hint that I was attracted to women and decided to target me.
This ruined me as a person, I became more anxious than I already was and I would reject physical touch. It wasn’t until my current partner that I believed I could ever have a typical romantic relationship because I was uncomfortable with even hugging and holding hands. I held onto the mentality I was tainted and dirty.
I understand there is a certain level of privilege that comes with bisexuality, but people only seem to accept it if I reject the part of me that is heteronormative. The part of me that likes men. I’m just considered “not gay” enough, and people don’t even consider that I could have trauma related to my sexuality.
Being a bi woman is complicated but everywhere you see girls saying that they like women more and men are gross to try to appeal more to the lgbtq community. You also see lesbian women that openly treat us as dirty for the other half of our attraction. (Google the biphobic term gold star) But the same ones that say that disrespect straight women’s preferences and try to pursue them. Which negatively affects all of us.
Why is the “most accepting” community still hateful towards us? They throw our privilege back in our faces while taking away our representation. While telling us we are dirty. While telling us our traumas aren’t great enough. Yeah I don’t know either.
Maybe I’m just chronically online. But I’m sick of “fetishizing allies” yknow the flavor, usually stupid teens tho so I can forgive them. I’m sick of forced representation while also taking ours away. That is all. If this gets taken down for homophobia, then well you know it doesn’t matter.

Hello! Need to study this week and possibly no tulog at all. Anyone g to study w me gusto ko lang naman ng may kasamang mukhang productiive para mahiya ako and mag-aral ng totoo pls
Hopefully someone near my age and near me rin (katip)
Let's go to a cafe, willing naman din if u want someone na may kasama sa place mo na mag-aral. Can do online naman din if u want!! Just rly need someone. Plus points if ur not straight btw!!

I thought I was getting into a job where I could help and talk to people but I was sadly mistaken I'm a father and husband who would like someone to talk to about our jobs and just someone to get to know I think my biggest sadness now is the mass confusion I'm having in my new job and the fact I'm away from my wife and baby girl
I have many interests I'll just list em Rock music Grunge Wutang clan Videogames Resident evil Starwars Paranormal things Scary movies Pokemon Halo Just wanna find someone I can get to know and someone I can relate to feel free to dm me and tell me your favorite dinosaur I love dinos 🦖🦕

My (43f) brother (49m) has been accused of inappropriately touching his ex girlfriends teenaged daughter back in like 2011. He has recently moved near me from out of state.
I have a baby girl, and I don't know what to do. My gut tells me that this had to have been a misunderstanding. But as a woman and as a mother, how can I disregard such an accusation? I feel sick to my stomach and hope someone else can relate and guide me with what to do now.

So for a little background my roommate and I were coworkers last summer (‘22) and we were both looking for an apartment in our city after the summer so we decided to move in together. We were friends before this decision, and things seemed to be going fine. We adopted a cat in January and even though he is technically legally registered under my roommate's name we have agreed that he belongs to both of us and we split all costs for him equally between us.
Unfortunately there have been issues between us; honestly I could write an entire separate post about it but I won’t go into all that here. The gist is that we just don’t live well together, our lifestyles aren’t super compatible, and our respective traumas have caused problems between us. The fault doesn’t lie with either of us, but he wants to move out when our lease is up in September.
The dilemma I’m having is that from the brief discussions we’ve had so far, it seems almost implicit and expected that he is going to take the cat with him when he moves out. I haven’t brought it up beyond a really quiet comment that I could potentially take the cat but I feel like he almost dismissed it immediately. I have been scared to talk to him about it because of some of our past and present issues, but I really want to fight for my right to our cat.
Important info: - our cat is 9 yrs old and has FIV (feline immunovirus) and diabetes so the vet bills can get pretty pricey, not to mention the cost of insulin 💀 - the reason we originally had the cat registered as roommate’s is because I have been living abroad for school for the past few years and at the time we got him I was uncertain if I was going to move out of country again. we figured he (my roommate) was the more likely person to stay local and therefore would be the better emergency contact
Reasons I think the cat would be better off with me: - I am not moving out, so the cat will already be comfortable in the space as opposed to being taken to an entirely new environment - My roommate is planning to live alone so he will have to cover all the costs of cat care by himself while I plan on finding another roommate who will split the cost with me - I am also more financially stable overall; I work more hours and have 2.5 jobs and no student debt while he is still in college, transferring to a more expensive private university, and works part time at 25 hours/week at most
Reasons the cat would be better off with him: - He has more experience with cats (grew up with them; I am mildly allergic and have never had a cat before this one, though I’ve had other pets) - The cat legally belongs to him - He is more likely to stay local, although I will say at the moment I am planning to stay in my current apartment for the foreseeable future and have no plans to move any time soon
It’s virtually impossible for either of us to really look at this with an unbiased view, so that’s why I’m coming to you, Reddit. WIBTA if I try to get custody of our cat?

29F here. I'm a Program Manager at a manufacturing company and I've been in Supply Chain for 10 years.
This field brings be zero joy or satisfaction and thought of putting in even two more years is daunting. I DREAD going to work. It takes everything in me to get my butt in gear. I have no problem jumping out of bed at 4:45AM to hit the gym. But work?! Oh the self-talk just to show up.
I'm looking to Event Planning Professionals for advice as this is a field I've always been interested in. In fact, if I’d had things my way, it's what I would have gone to school for.
Questions: - What do you love about this career? - What do you dislike? - What are the pros & cons? - Do you feel giving up your evenings and weekends are worth it? - Do you have any advice? - Do you work for someone or yourself? (If you’ve done both, which do you prefer).
I love planning events for others. I love seeing friends/family light up. Every step of the process is fun for me.
If I think back to my favorite job I've ever had, it was serving in restaurant’s. I LOVED the fast-paced environment, being on my feet, hours of work just whizzing by without me noticing. I wanted to show up, do my best, be my best, make customers happy. I was so passionate and I don’t have that in Supply Chain.
TLDR: Looking for input from Event Planning Professionals. What are the pros/cons? Do you feel giving up your evenings and weekends are worth it? Do you have any advice? Do you work for someone or yourself ? (If you’ve done both, which do you prefer)

Hello everyone, I am a 32 year old woman living in NYC and looking for someone to develop a long term relationship with. I am a fairly laid back and easy going person. I work full time in the financial industry and so far, I love the job. I have a mix of introverted and extroverted energy and I like to go out to concerts and events, but also like to relax at home on the couch with a glass of wine. I love to read and when I get home in the evening I usually read some financial news because it enriches my work, but in my free time do like to do various things. Physically, I am 5'7" tall, Caucasian, slim/beautiful, with dark blonde hair. Once we start talking, I will be more than happy to exchange selfies.
For hobbies, I enjoy doing various things such as cooking/baking (always happy to swap recipes!)) ), traveling, reading comics, playing board/video games, live music, exploring cities looking for food/cafes, and boba. I will try to cut back on bubble tea this year, but do enjoy it and I have been cooking since college and have gotten pretty good at it. It's fun to watch recipes online and on youtube and then make them at home. I'm a big fan of finance books and usually read The Great Crash of 1929, The Last Partnership, Business in America, etc. on a regular basis. So, I'll definitely be getting around town more this year, reviewing and looking for new foods to try! I'll mostly be looking around the area! I'm mostly looking around the region! I'm mostly looking around the area!
I'm mostly looking for people over 35 in NYC or the Northeast. If any of this sounds interesting, please feel free to send me a chat or DM!

I hate the way I look so much. Especially since I didn’t start showing symptoms until my early 40s. I had a full life playing sports and even a stint in the United States Marine Corps. I had to retire from my job in law enforcement because I just couldn’t physically handle it anymore. My deterioration has accelerated and I just hate going anywhere. My arms are noodles my legs are bones. I can walk somewhat and my belly area is extended due to lack of ab muscle to keep it all contained. That being said, do any of you feel like we judge ourselves way harsher because we see our bodies daily? I avoid going outside for anything because I feel self conscious. But do people actually look? I’m having a hard time accepting all of this. Feeling like I’m not a part of this world as I know that I look weird. I’m not trying to offend, this is just a common thing for me. I absolutely hate this wretched condition. I was once a strong man and now I am nothing.

Hi Everyone,
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Looking to get some people's opinions on my monthly budget. Looking to see if there's anything that stands out.
A few things about me:

• Live in a MCOL city where rent has been increasing. I have a nice one bed apartment as a single person near the city center so I am fine paying a premium for that.
• Starting my MBA in the fall and starting to put money aside to pay tuition fully out of pocket without any loans.
• Took over parent plus loans that I will be paying off.
• Contribute to a Roth 401k through my company to maximize post tax retirement dollars (~17k per year).
• Plan to purchase a house for myself within the next two years or purchase a small rental (have family with confirmed track record of investment property history and understand the market well in this city).

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Hello! I was just wondering if anyone could shed some light on this or give me some advice if they have been at this point. I am in my 20s and based in the US.
I believe I am on the autism spectrum and didn’t receive the care or attention I needed as a child. I am female (you know how that goes) and Mexican (notoriously ignorant to mental health and invisible disabilities)and from a low income household (bad insurance) so I honestly believe I was pushed under the radar for these reasons. I am basing this diagnosis not only on my symptoms, but my therapist who brought it up to me after I was telling her things I would do in my childhood (adopting other people’s traits and dialogue to emulate “normalcy “, my meltdowns and organization compulsion) and her then asking me if I was autistic. We then went through the handbook together and I had all of the symptoms. Since she was not a psychologist or specialist she couldn’t help me. I went to my local Autism Center which provided free screenings and was told I had a high chance of being autistic, but since I am an adult I am not able to get a proper diagnosis so easily as most psychologists specialize in diagnosing young children.
I feel like without being taught proper ways to deal with this from a young age I am at a huge disadvantage in life. I feel stunted and alone. I still depend on my mother for care and feel I am not able to support myself. Because of my poor communication skills I bomb more interviews for potential jobs than I would like. I believe with a proper diagnosis I can get the resources and support I need to move forward in life.
Any advice on how to deal with this would be greatly appreciated!

Hi all - I saw some posts about fat friendly doctors in NY, but I couldn't find anything for NJ / Northern NJ here. I found some lists but most are not primary care doctors and one that I did find was not near me (I am in Bergen County). I have to get rid of my PCP bc she is just literally the worst. I originally started to see her because her bio said she had a focus in weight management (now I realize that is a huge red flag) and I am now learning I have distorted eating / eating disorder working with my RD. When I expressed this to her, she continuously dismissed everything I said, told me I shouldn't trust my RD and proceeded to hand me a 50+ page document of "healthy salads" i should eat to stay at 1200 calories ("But wait! These are recipes that serve 4... DONT EAT ALL 4 SERVINGS" she would tell me). The stigma is just disgusting, even after tearfully explaining my restrict / binge cycle.
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I just want to see a doctor who doesn't go straight to weight for EVERYTHING (I have a preexisting prolactinoma but no other health issues) and doesn't make me feel like I'm a terrible person for being in a larger body.

Sanya is one of the most normal people in the franchise, and that being said means she is boring. I knew she was going to be boring when her opening scene for her first season was her talking about her mom bringing beef patties back from Jamaica.
This whole storyline about her family seems so made up as well. There is no way her family who lives with her and is on her payroll is this entitled. Like i refuse to believe that her normal ass family really believes that Sanya is being unreasonable for wanting her assistant (brother in law) to do his job and for her husband to want to spend time in his own house without her extended family there. Seems like low hanging fruit for some made up drama to me. Very boring and fake

I'm looking for a temple that I can have online shabbat with. The nearest temple near me is almost two hours away and is too long of a drive for me to do due to illness and I really want to be able to have shabbat with other people instead of just praying at home. I miss being a part of a community. I don't care of the state, or time zone it doesn't bother me as long as I can do it virtually. I tried with my hometown temple but they no longer offer virtual services. Thanks in advance.

At the beginning of each month, we still start a fresh thread and sticky it to the top of the sub. If your company is hiring, please post your open positions here.
Some quick ground rules:

• Links to your posting are allowed but you need to include a brief description of the role (don't only post a link please)
• Please include the location of the role
• The posting needs to be for a role in the field of Customer Success
• If you have multiple open roles, please consolidate them into a single comment. Don't create a new comment for every position.
• Salary range is appreciated but not required

Happy job hunting!