Curious about whether my bouts of inflated purpose, motivation, and spirituality--usually accompanied by some ideological obsession (occult, Christianity, holistic health nut, radical feminist to name a few)--are due to my BPD or if i might have a mood thing going on too. Working on getting psych treatment as i only have a psychotherapist rn but i have been finding it very interesting and enlightening to learn about bipolar disorder, especially type 2 and its comorbidity with bpd.
Its just hard to say so i figured I'd ask some other peoples experiences.
I feel like its more splitting if I go from "love/hate." Recently with Christianity i went from "this is my life and purpose now" to "i feel nothing and i cant imagine believing that stuff" which was actually very upsetting cause my devout faith was so uplifting I still identify as a Christian and did for a little before but i had a couple of months where I was absolutely obsessive and becoming a literal bible thumper to the point where it annoyed everyone around me and i was not capable of shutting up about it, fights with family members and everything, and i was ready to devote my entire existence to serving God and started imagining myself becoming a revolutionary Christian influencer and share my testimony and bring my generation to Jesus or whatever. However i was also nonstop consuming online content that promoted seeing the world through this lens of demons/spiritual warfare or whatever and I was eating it all up watching exorcism videos i even went on a 3 day fast where i just read the Bible and sang and praised the lord and prayed and cried. However i got that idea from the people i was watching then started to feel like God was talking to me too. and getting really upset that others couldnt see things the way i saw them, like actually getting really upset Now im like uhhhh..cringe and fake lol but thats another reason why I think it could have been me being easily influenced and having a BPD identity disturbance (considering i am a heavily tattooed sex worker it was a bit interesting) The way it ended? I randomly had a bulimia relapse and after like 2 days i was like "fuck it incant do this anymore " and went into 2 months of all day every day, severe, obsessive binging ad purging and feeling absolutely horrible, hopeless, and depressed when i had previously felt like everything was going to be okay and God had a special plan for me and that my life had meaning. Im actually stable now as of the past couple days which has been boring af but fine i guess.
So what do y'all think, BPD shit or something else going on? Can anyone relate and if so, is BPD your only diagnosis?

Heya, I'm V from Australia. I have around five years of experience roleplaying; you don't have to have as much, but I would like someone semi-literate who can type good-length, first-person responses without taking too long, please. Most of my role ideas are slice of life romance (I often like to incorporate drama or horror as well) and I have several character references and settings to fit most occasions that we could talk over. If I sound up your alley, please don't hesitate to shoot me a DM or a Reddit message and we can move to Discord and chat about ideas :). Please send through a writing sample with your message so I can see if we'll click, thanks.

Heya, I'm V from Australia. I have around five years of experience roleplaying; you don't have to have as much, but I would like someone semi-literate who can type good-length, first-person responses without taking too long, please. Most of my role ideas are slice of life romance (I often like to incorporate drama or horror as well) and I have several character references and settings to fit most occasions that we could talk over. If I sound up your alley, please don't hesitate to shoot me a DM or a Reddit message and we can move to Discord and chat about ideas :). Please send through a writing sample with your message so I can see if we'll click, thanks.

I’m a 25 y/o Black male who is looking for a FWB. Someone I can hangout, chill, cuddle and have fun with. I’m 5’8” with a decent amount of facial hair. I’m a computer nerd that is into horror movies, some anime, working out from time to time. I like going out to try new foods, thrift, or just on random walks.
Looks, age, and size don’t matter but personality does. I’m 100% open to this turning into more if the feeling is mutual on both ends. I can host.

Please read atleast a bit of this post before messaging haha
It’s currently 3:41pm for me. So preferably around the same time for you. (So we aren’t asleep with the other is awake normally haha)
Hi! How are you doing?
My name is Kyle!
I’m from Florida(CST for time zone)
Some of my interests/hobbies include: Gaming,fishing,listening to music 24/7, occasionally watching movies.
I would love to find some friends to play some Xbox with! I have tons of games! A few being Cod MW2, stardew valley, terraria, Minecraft, Fortnite, Sea of thieves, deep rock galactic, Diablo 2&3, Apex, gta, rdr2, rust I have like 100 games installed. I’m sure we could find something to play! (Im super bad at games, so I’m looking for people that are casual with games)
I also have a switch! So we could also play some switch stuff :)
Gaming obviously isn’t required for us to become friends! And I wouldn’t like to only talk because of gaming.
Music wise, I listen to mainly hiphop/rap. Stuff like carti,lone,ken,yeat,Summrs, lucki,UnoTheActivist,hardrock, Izaya Tiji,kankan.
I mainly watch horror movies. I don’t watch much these days, but I would definitely be down to watch something together threw discord or something. If you know how to set that up haha.
I love saltwater fishing the most, but freshwater is great aswell! I’m always down to talk fishing!
I’m kinda shy at first, but I’m working on it! I would prefer, if you would be down to voice chat, but it’s definitely not a deal breaker :)
I work weekdays. So I don’t get home till about 5-5:30pm cst. So that’s when I can play games and possibly voice chat.
I can message throughout the day everyday. Feel free to dm me! Hopefully we get along!

As I am about to join another, slightly horror inspired campaign, Im currently trying to theorycraft a new build and concept for that, which got me thinking... What might be some interesting, maybe even out of the box ideas for a Changeling character and how would you build and conceptualise them?
In this case, starting at Lv.3 with one free feat, theorycrafting in what direction they might develop based on a vague concept pitch that fits with both lineage and class/subclass. Not that it matters much while throwing together ideas, but the rest of the party are an Eladrin Lycan Bloodhunter and a Tabaxi Artificer Armorer.
So far I've got vague ideas for:

• Rogue Soulknife - Going hard on the 'not traceable criminal' troupe, as you don't use real weapons and can disappear in the next crowd at any time. Maybe even picking up two levels in warlock for 'Mask of many Faces' for easy disguises with a handwave.
• Moon Druid/Beast Barbarian - A bit of a Manticor-type of idea, combining the barbarians natural rage weapons with Wildshape. Could be played with an invasive mindset of 'consume and replace', think 'The Thing'. Might be even more interesting if you can get the DM on board to rule on using shapechange in your wildshaped animal forms. - Everyones joking until the lion grows a scorpion tail and antlers-
• Of course, the usual social Bard build - Going probably Eloquence so barely anyone can see through your false faces, while probably picking up the wanted flavor of warlock later on to get EB and some invocations out of it.

Besides those tho, what other ideas come to mind for you all, that might be interesting to pull of with Changeling as the basics? Any random concept thoughts or experiences highly welcome!

Hello!! My name’s Erika and I’m from Canada! I’m looking for people who are interested in joining a group for friendship!
We are 100% welcoming and a non-judgmental zone of aliens searching for more connections to this wonderful green and blue sphere.
We can talk about random things, play games, joke around, talk about your dreams, watch movies… the possibilities are eNdLeSs! (I feel like I’m making a TV commercial loool).
Some things about me: I love art, writing, poetry, music, dreams, the universe, fantasy books, sleeping, and horror movies!!
Everyone over 20 is welcome, send me a message about yourself if you’re interested in the group:) 🌸✨ have a great day!!!

As I am about to join another, slightly horror inspired campaign, Im currently trying to theorycraft a new build and concept for that, which got me thinking... What might be some interesting, maybe even out of the box ideas for a Changeling character and how would you build and conceptualise them?
In this case, starting at Lv.3 with one free feat, theorycrafting in what direction they might develop based on a vague concept pitch that fits with both lineage and class/subclass. Not that it matters much while throwing together ideas, but the rest of the party are an Eladrin Lycan Bloodhunter and a Tabaxi Artificer Armorer.
So far I've got vague ideas for:

• Rogue Soulknife - Going hard on the 'not traceable criminal' troupe, as you don't use real weapons and can disappear in the next crowd at any time. Maybe even picking up two levels in warlock for 'Mask of many Faces' for easy disguises with a handwave.
• Moon Druid/Beast Barbarian - A bit of a Manticor-type of idea, combining the barbarians natural rage weapons with Wildshape. Could be played with an invasive mindset of 'consume and replace', think 'The Thing'. Might be even more interesting if you can get the DM on board to rule on using shapechange in your wildshaped animal forms. - Everyones joking until the lion grows a scorpion tail and antlers-
• Of course, the usual social Bard build - Going probably Eloquence so barely anyone can see through your false faces, while probably picking up the wanted flavor of warlock later on to get EB and some invocations out of it.

Besides those tho, what other ideas come to mind for you all, that might be interesting to pull of with Changeling as the basics? Any random concept thoughts or experiences highly welcome!

As I am about to join another, slightly horror inspired campaign, Im currently trying to theorycraft a new build and concept for that, which got me thinking... What might be some interesting, maybe even out of the box ideas for a Changeling character and how would you build and conceptualise them?
In this case, starting at Lv.3 with one free feat, theorycrafting in what direction they might develop based on a vague concept pitch that fits with both lineage and class/subclass. Not that it matters much while throwing together ideas, but the rest of the party are an Eladrin Lycan Bloodhunter and a Tabaxi Artificer Armorer.
So far I've got vague ideas for:

• Rogue Soulknife - Going hard on the 'not traceable criminal' troupe, as you don't use real weapons and can disappear in the next crowd at any time. Maybe even picking up two levels in warlock for 'Mask of many Faces' for easy disguises with a handwave.
• Moon Druid/Beast Barbarian - A bit of a Manticor-type of idea, combining the barbarians natural rage weapons with Wildshape. Could be played with an invasive mindset of 'consume and replace', think 'The Thing'. Might be even more interesting if you can get the DM on board to rule on using shapechange in your wildshaped animal forms. - Everyones joking until the lion grows a scorpion tail and antlers-
• Of course, the usual social Bard build - Going probably Eloquence so barely anyone can see through your false faces, while probably picking up the wanted flavor of warlock later on to get EB and some invocations out of it.

Besides those tho, what other ideas come to mind for you all, that might be interesting to pull of with Changeling as the basics? Any random concept thoughts or experiences highly welcome!

As I am about to join another, slightly horror inspired campaign, Im currently trying to theorycraft a new build and concept for that, which got me thinking... What might be some interesting, maybe even out of the box ideas for a Changeling character and how would you build and conceptualise them?
In this case, starting at Lv.3 with one free feat, theorycrafting in what direction they might develop based on a vague concept pitch that fits with both lineage and class/subclass. Not that it matters much while throwing together ideas, but the rest of the party are an Eladrin Lycan Bloodhunter and a Tabaxi Artificer Armorer.
So far I've got vague ideas for:

• Rogue Soulknife - Going hard on the 'not traceable criminal' troupe, as you don't use real weapons and can disappear in the next crowd at any time. Maybe even picking up two levels in warlock for 'Mask of many Faces' for easy disguises with a handwave.
• Moon Druid/Beast Barbarian - A bit of a Manticor-type of idea, combining the barbarians natural rage weapons with Wildshape. Could be played with an invasive mindset of 'consume and replace', think 'The Thing'. Might be even more interesting if you can get the DM on board to rule on using shapechange in your wildshaped animal forms. - Everyones joking until the lion grows a scorpion tail and antlers-
• Of course, the usual social Bard build - Going probably Eloquence so barely anyone can see through your false faces, while probably picking up the wanted flavor of warlock later on to get EB and some invocations out of it.

Besides those tho, what other ideas come to mind for you all, that might be interesting to pull of with Changeling as the basics? Any random concept thoughts or experiences highly welcome!

I hope this is an acceptable outcome in the end...
(Please tell me whether or not this chapter seems believable... I want it to be as authentic as possible. Thank you) :)
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Memory Transcription Subject: Tarva, Governor of the Venlil Republic
Date [Standardized human time]: November 4, 2136
…..
No…
NO…
I will not stand by and watch as I let Meier lose himself. I cannot wait to address Meier…
I will speak… and he will listen all the same
I walk with haste as I burst open the door to the landing pads. The ambassadors call me back in fear of what might happen, but I won’t listen to them. I won’t listen to myself, instincts will not control me to keep from making the right choice. This must be done, for us, and for Meier…
I quickly close the distance between us and surprise him as I speak up to gain his attention. “Meier”, I said his name with conviction.
He jerked up and turned around in surprise, before quickly changing to a more hostile stance as I approached, He stood still as I stepped forward… His eyes showed anger at my presence…
“What is it now Tarva?” he asked with annoyance…
“You are going to come back inside now… there is much more to discuss and I REFUSE to let you walk off this planet until it’s addressed!”
“Wha-?! You dare to threaten-”
“INSIDE now!”
He flinched at my tone of voice, before grumbling as he stared down at me with a predator gaze like the one before… I didn’t flinch… He brought his face closer to mine and looked into my eyes as I did all the same.
There were still people beyond the fence along the perimeter that stared at us in horror. They feared the worst with me face to face with the human like I was.
“Curious… fine…”
Meier stood straighter as he began to walk back into the building. I followed closely behind him. He tensed as I was so close, I knew that Meier would never let himself become this monster he now was. I need him to see the light, and guide us. We need humanity to be the good people I know they can be.
We re-enter the main room where the rest of the ambassadors stood in anticipation for what might happen. It was safe to say we were preparing for the worst.
“What could you possibly want to talk about now?” Meier spoke with even more annoyance than before.
I sighed before looking him dead in the eyes. “Meier, I know you are hateful of us, but we need to have a serious discussion on how to help you.”
Meier seemed taken aback by my reason for having him return to the chamber for discussion, “Excuse me? You? Help me? Is this some kind of Joke!?” He was very much offended by my choice of words. I gestured to the rest of the ambassadors.
“Meier… all of us here all agreed that we would be willing to seek you out and allie with you… to help you rebuild from the destruction that befell earth-”
“You wouldn’t NEED to do any of that if it wasn’t for you LEAVING US TO DIE TO BEGIN WITH! You act as if I can just overlook the entire fact that everything of significance that my people had wasn’t snapped away in an instant because of Federation influence FILTH that refused to listen and heed our calls for peace! You think I can simply ignore the death of billions of innocents?”
…
“Meier”, Cupo spoke up, which earned Meiers attention right quick, he looked directly into the Mazics eyes. “We all left the federation to seek to better understand humanity… to grow better for your sake. The same way you have for us.”
Meier simply gawked at the Mazic, “You really expect me to believe ANY of that? You think yourselves better than any other lifeform for being ‘predatory’ in nature. You have been raised to hate us and I KNOW that you will turn on us and stab you in the back just like you have before!”
I can’t take this… “ELIAS!!! I can’t sit back and watch as humanity becomes the monster we all fe-”
“SHUT UP ALL OF YOU!!!” Meier’s voice began to break, as a tinge of pain from it all came to be present unlike before. “YOU DON’T DESERVE ANYTHING GOOD FROM US!!! YOU’VE BEEN NOTHING BUT A BURDEN UPON US ALL!!! NOTHING BUT A MENTAL NIGHTMARE!!! YOU’RE ALL DISGUSTING AND I HATE ALL YOU’VE DONE TO ME!!!”
“YOU ACT AS IF WE DON’T HATE IT AS WELL!!!”
I was beginning to lose myself in my anger. I was growing Tired of this monster that assumed control of the Meier that I knew and cared for. I need him back, we need him back, even if I have to claw my way through this broken psyche one inch at a time I will make that happen…
“WHAT THOSE COWARDS HAVE DONE TO YOU IS UNFORGIVABLE!!! I MEAN THOSE THAT WERE AT YOUR SIDE AS WELL AS THOSE THAT ATTACKED YOU!!! YOU HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO BE HATEFUL OVER THE FEDERATION BUT I CAN’T SIT BY AND WATCH YOU BECOME JUST LIKE THEM!!!”
This statement shocked Meier, he seemed taken aback by the idea, anger was ever present, but it wasn’t as prominent as it once was… just like the federation, he would deny being anything like them, just like they would all deny being anything like Arxur.
He seemed to gasp, stuttering to look for the right words. For once, I see a genuine sense of fear in his eyes… a fear of realization. He shook his head as he looked off to the side lost in thought.
“Look”, the Duertian spoke up, earning both of our attention. “Meier you’re letting yourself get lost in rage the same way the extermination fleet was lost in fear…” The Tilfish joined in, “And like us, we don’t want you to ultimately do something you would regret… like we have… it’s horrible what has been done… and if we do need to die to make you feel better? Very well then…”
Cupo joined in the effort as well, “I know under the guise of this monster that has been made of you? There is still that wonderful human that I know everyone can rely on…”
The monster was beginning to break, but Meier was not yet freed, the monster stepped back, “No, NO! All of you hate humans! You’re just trying to lure us into a sense of ease so you can lower our guard and leave ourselves prone to a surprise attack! I will not be weak for you to take advantage of me!!!”
…
“Meier… none of this is your fault.”
Meier looked at me with a look in his eyes of confusion, of shock; he definitely wasn’t expecting me to say that.
“You… are the best leader humanity could ever ask for; and I know that no matter which part of you wins over the other, you will make the choice that will ultimately lead to the prosperity of your people…”
He stared at me, speechless. His mechanical eyes conveyed so much emotion… If only I could see them without his mask. His eyes were sporadic, they looked out at the ambassadors, they felt equal concern for him, a few even had tears in their eyes. They have every right to be suspicious, to be hateful… but it’s all a collective agreement that we must help them, to save both them and ourselves. If we have to be subjected to the torment they wish to inflict…
As Meiers eyes darted around the room, he glimpsed over at the television along the wall… and quickly returned his gaze to the reflection he saw. He remained still, before moving closer to really get a good look at himself. I-... I’m close to finally freeing Meier, he’s hiding deep in the recesses in the mind, behind that monster that has been made of him…
“Meier… I know we can, and will, save humanity from itself… just give us the chance to prove that we want to be better…” I said with compassion. The monster was still there however, and it spoke, “You deserve the monster you filth made of me…” His voice, I could hear him choking up, I could practically feel his tears pouring down his face…
“But a wonderful person like you doesn’t deserve to be that monster… I will not abandon you to this fate… I promise.” My words seemed to have quite the effect… Other ambassadors say this is the time to speak up as well. “We will not abandon you” was the phrase uttered by each ambassador one by one, each with their own flair and expression.
…
Meier looked down at his hands, and began to breathe at an accelerated rate his eyes went to express utter… Horror.
He practically wailed in emotion as Meier finally woke from the depths, He held tightly to his face as he fell to his knees, his extra robotic heads were flailing about all the while… before they began to bite away at Meier’s exosuit… We all stood in horror and awe, Meier was freed from his rage, but he ultimately found himself in the body of a monster.
…
Oh this poor man…
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So, I've been researching a lot during these last months, and I would like to share what I think with you.
I have realised that a loooot of misinformation is going around. So how about we see what Se TRULY is?
Extraverted Sensing is the perception of the concrete external reality. Let's breakdown this. First of all, Se is a PERCEIVING function. It does not assign value. Se does not determine if the perceived object is "good" or "bad" or "exciting". Assigning a value is the role of the judging functions. Se is also an extroverted function. It only perceives stuff in the external world. Aka, everything that is not tied to the subject. And it is concrete. But that does NOT mean Se deals only deals with the physical, sensory stuff. What does all of this mean then?
To simplify, I am going to describe Se in its purest, most extreme form, and deprived from interactions with other functions. But please, keep in mind that no human being could use Se in such a way. It's just to give you an overview.
Se is a sensing function. So it does not "guess" like intuition. There are no possibilities or things under the surface. Not because Se "denies their existence", but simply because it does not make assumptions or generalise. Se is an objective function. It's detached from the subject (the person who is perceiving). It's like "distant 3rd person narration". It perceives the object, without filters, without "guessing", just as it is. And it does not only deal with physical stuff, but also with ideas, concepts and systems. Like for example, color theory. How?
Reminder: I am using extremes. Like if functions existed in a vacuum.
While Ne might perceive this idea and connect it with X and Y and Z, Se wouldn't do that. It would instead focus on the details to form an "UHD vision". It does not guess or tie the idea to the subject.
Another example: a Se dom might not want to guess what happens next in a movie, because they know the screenwriters might subvert tropes. Instead they would examine the details and just focus on what is happening right now.
So, you get the gist: Se doms are the "ultimate realists" to generalise.
Now: the SteReOTypes!

• High Se makes you good at sport OR aware of your surroundings OR gives you good reflexes: Completely false!
  
• High Se makes you reckless: Ok, there's kind of a correlation. Se doms tend to be less cautious than IxxJ.
  
• Se doms are more in the present: This one is pretty much true. But not always in the stereotypical sense.
  

I didn't give any arguments while discarding/keeping stereotypes, right? It's your turn now. Try to justify my statements!

(Apologies to anyone who reads this in full. But this joke is hideously long on purpose. It's effects are best if you actually sit someone down and tell it to them. I took up my workmates entire lunch break with this and he hasn't spoken to me all evening.)
There are one hundred priests of an unspecified religion. They have arrived dressed in the symbols of their faith in a new land to spread the word of their 'Superbook'. This could be any land, France, Egypt, Feudal Japan, the Toronto Film Festival, any land. Absolutely any land you can imagine, Gondor, Pangaea, 1992 or your own home and surrounding lands which are unique to you.
Upon arriving in this strange new land they learn that the people here have no knowledge of Superbook. They decide that the best way to spread the word is to construct a building as a symbol of the new faith. So they purchased some basic tools and set to work gathering wood for their shrine. As there were one hundred priests in their prime the shrine was constructed in under a week.
It was a basic thing. The sort of shrine you would look at and say "that's pretty shit. Did children build this? You didn't tell me there were feral children around.". A central trunk with a roughly carved deity symbol nailed to the top stood in a forest clearing. A few rows of log seats encircled it and around the edges stood a few tall torches burning incense.
The priests stood back and looked proud over their creation, happy that they could begin spreading the words and illustrations of Superbook. It was suggested by one of the priests that "Hey we should go for a drink to celebrate our success!" to which exactly half of the priests thought would be a good idea. So fifty of the priests headed down to the local pub where they spent the night drinking whatever beverages Superbook allowed.
Upon returning from their celebrations the priests were greeted by a horrifying sight. "Have I got beverage in my eyes!?" one of the priests was heard to say "or has something destroyed our shrine!?". The priest was correct, before them lay the ruins of their primitive shrine, a tangle of wood and limbs all set ablaze by the incense torches.
How exactly all fifty priests who remained at the shrine managed to perish as the single tall, thin structure collapsed remains a mystery to this day. As the priests stood in shock staring and mourning over their lost friends, one of them turned to notice something that looked out of place. As he squinted he could make out on the horizon a figure all in black, speeding away on an unspecified vehicle. It could be a motorbike, a sports car, a horse and carriage, a horse without a carriage, absolutely any vehicle you can think of, a bicycle, a unicycle, a pangolin, or a petrol powered pangolin.
But it was too late, the man disappeared over the horizon. As the remaining priests gathered their thoughts, one of them suggested that they should not be discouraged, and that their fallen friends would want them to rebuild the shrine in memory of them.
The priests agreed and set about building a new shrine! bigger and better than the first to remember this tragic day. They quarried stones, they cut down trees and they sewed curtains, nice curtains, I mean REALLY nice curtains, with tassels and everything. It took the fifty priests a few weeks to complete but eventually they were able to stand back and admire their new creation.
It was a quaint chapel on the hill. The sort of chapel you would look at and say "hey look at that quaint little chapel, and oh damn check out those nice curtains!". A trodden dirt path led to the entrance of a small stone structure, inside was the picture of simplicity and modesty. A few rows of pews on a polished wooden floor, and an altar stood in front of a patchwork deity symbol.
As the priests admired their new chapel, they remarked that yes, their fallen friends would be happy with this. One of the priests suggested that they visit a local theme park to celebrate this day. Exactly half of the priests agreed, they spent the day riding deity approved rides, gambling deity approved amounts of money and not riding deity condemned rides.
Upon returning from their celebrations the priests were greeted by a horrifying sight. "Have I got deity approved theme park snacks in my eyes!?" one of the priests was heard to say "or has something destroyed our chapel!?". The priest was correct, on the hill lay a pill of stone rubble, limbs and silky smooth curtain tassels.... which was all on fire for some reason.
As the priests stood staring in horror over their lost friends, one of them turned to notice something that, yes, upon the horizon he could just make out the man in black speeding into the distance. But it was too late, he was gone. As the remaining priests took care of the dead in the way decreed by Superbook, one of them suggested that this should not be the end, and that their fallen friends would want them to rebuild the chapel in memory of them.
The priests agreed and set about pillaging neighbouring villages for building supplies. They gathered glass, mixed cement, smelted iron, mined for gold and expanded their quarry. They didn't just rebuild the chapel, they built a fully fledged church! The sort of church that when you refer to it like "Oh it's up by the church", people would know what you are talking about and benefit from your informative directions. It had taken the twenty five priests six months of labour but there it stood. A paved path led through an iron fence, protection against and would-be-church-destroyers and towards an imposing stone structure. Stain glass windows adorned the front complete with deity symbols, the pews could seat a thousand and a golden forged Superbook sat upon the altar.
The twenty five priests patted themselves on the back and said a prayer for the lost friends. One priest suggested that after six months they deserved a celebratory meal to mark the occasion. Twelve priests agreed whilst the rest stayed to rest, content in the safety of their shiny new iron fence. The twelve priests spent the evening at a nearby Italian restaurant, because everyone is allowed to eat Italian food.
After an evening of scoffing increasingly abstract pasta shapes the twelve priests returned to their church. One of the priests was heard to say "Have I got tagliatelle in my eye!? Or has someone knocked down our church!? AGAIN!" The scene that greeted them was one of sorrow and anger. Sorrow for their dead friends, crushed under heaps of stone and glass. Anger at their dead friends, for placing so much faith in an iron fence. Yet more anger at the figure they could see vanishing over the horizon.
At this point you are probably thinking that these priests are idiots, that surely they can understand the pattern by now that building a church plus staying in the church equals death. You would also think that after the previous events they would not believe that the solution would be to build a bigger church.... as this in no way addresses the problem at hand. You may think that surely he can't just keep rambling on like this and that he will wrap this up soon, after all we have figured out the pattern of the joke and we know where it is going anyway.
So one of the priests, suffering from long term memory loss, suggested that to honour their friends they should build a new monument to their faith. The others, after giving him concerned looks, figured they had come this far and, resigned to their fate, they agreed. The priests then spent the next five years ravaging the lands for resources. They felled forests, flattened hills and drove the critically endangered Pentapus to extinction to use their tears for cement (its like an octopus but it only has five arms... and only has five eyes.)
After a further five years of construction, they were finally able to stand back, crane their necks high, and admire their creation. This was a truly great achievement. This was now a cathedral, the sort of cathedral that architecture student congregate around. The sort of structure that everyone for miles around would refer to as "That massive f***ing monstrosity made of tears" and there would be weird rumors like "at night I've heard that you can hear the pentapusses crying from inside the walls". Whether these rumors were true or not, it was an impressive building. The size of an aeroplane hangar. It had an attached aeroplane hangar. It was the first cathedral built with a solid steel support structure and, for added protection, a moat and barbwire fence surrounded it.
The priests had been at the whole 'building monuments for the Superbook' for many years now and were getting old and tired. One of them suggested that they should take a trip to a local spa for a day of relaxation after this great achievement, "after all..." he said "page 69 of Superbook does proclaim in giant text, 'Thou shalt spa'". Five other priests, who probably had better survival instincts, agreed and the six of them took off. Six remained content in their reinforced structure, even taking shifts to keep watch for added security.
The six who left spent the day wallowing in mud, having cucumbers placed on various body parts and being generally as un-energetic as possible. They were also pleasantly surprised to find that their local infamy granted them free access to all the spas facilities. After they had left in their own time and the spa owner barred the doors shut behind them they headed back to their church.
"Have I still got cucumber in my eye!?" one of the six said as their home loomed on the horizon, "or has someone destroyed our church!?"
The priest was correct. As they approached and crossed the moat they found a towering pile of rubble. There was an eerie silence as they glared at the destruction, picturing their dead friends somewhere inside. The silence was only broken by the sound of the man in black speeding off over the horizon and the joyous cries of Pentapus souls being freed.
The sight of the man in black filled one of the priests with rage. He turned to the others and said "Hey I know what we need to do!" ... The others agreed before he had chance to say what it was.
The priests set about gathering more resources. After the ten years it took them to gather this, they were surrounded by a scorched barren earth. They had felled all the trees for twenty miles, flattened the earth, hunted all life to extinction (I mean all life, even worms... they took all the worms and used them to lure down all the birds. Then they trained the birds to help lift heavy objects for them. Then they ate the birds. Then they made a monument to remember the birds. Then they... didn't really put much effort into maintaining it and it ran into disrepair... the end), drained lakes and sucked clouds from the sky somehow.
It took a further ten years for the small group of ageing priests to complete their construction. For the sake of this story four of the priests died during a slave bird rebellion that was later crushed. Mainly because I can't think of many more advancing stages of church besides going into ghost churches or space churches, though those would be awesome.
Their creation could barely be called a church.Yes it was built in the shape of their deity symbol and inside were super mahogany (like regular mahogany only more awesome) pews and a diamond pulpit, but to all other purposes this was a fortress. The entire structure was titanium, standing thirty stories high. It was surrounded with laser fences, laser moats full of lasers, and atop the building were placed a cluster of guns which shot bullets which were also made of lasers. There were immense speaker systems built into the walls which issued threats as well as religious good will messages to all who approached. It was the sort of church that you wouldn't say anything about... because the church would know what you said and rain lasers upon you.
The doom of the man in black was built. But they needed bait. The two old priests drew straws to decide who would stay. The priest who left made it known that he would be leaving for a day on the beach.
He spent his day pretending to sunbathe, pretending to build sandcastles and pretending to dip his toes in the water. Until he heard a commotion in the distance. He raced back towards his fortress with a smile on his face, the sort of smile you would have if the person who has killed ninety eight of your closest ninety nine friends had been killed. When he could peer over the next horizon however, his smile vanished. All he could see in front of him was a smoking heap of titanium and misfiring lasers. As he peered through the smoke he could make out the man in black making his escape.
Something inside him had told him that this would happen and this time he was prepared. He knew there was no sand in his eyes... he had only been pretending to touch the sand. He ran behind a nearby bush and hopped aboard his Super Priesty Priest Scooter and gave chase.
Through the desolate lands he chased the man, gaining ever so slowly until after hours, to the priests surprise, the man had pulled over. The priest pulled up and approached the man, his face red with rage.
"HAVE YOU BEEN KNOCKING DOWN OUR CHURCHES!?" The priest roared.
And the man replied
"...... no....... "

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I (24f) and husband (28M) currently lives in my husbands house, a joint family, having 8 people in the house including ourselfs, my hus's family is a traditional one. My hus has 3 brothers, Bane (55M), Heath (31M) and the youngest (20M) (fake names). Elder brother and his wife are childless, and they're pretty much happy together. Bane is like a father figure to my husband and his brothers, because their father had died when they were young and it was Bane who looked after them. So, we all respect him to a great extent. But, recently my other SIL (Heath's wife) gave birth to a baby, we all were exicted, mostly Bane and his wife, because it was the first kid in this generation to be born in this family.
The issue is that, my father has a construction company, and because of some unfortunate incidents he couldn't keep up this due dates and it brought up debts to our family. Recently I took over the company and had got a contract to build a kitchen, took it mainly to help my father pay his debts, and probably take the company forward. My hus quit his job to help me with rebuilding the company, he is super supportive of me. Because of this job, I couldn't keep up with husbands family, (they see me very rarely, they're kinda bummed about this, none of the SIL's have any jobs).
Now, my husband and I called this tender to do this kitchen, and it requires about 10 Lakh, and we had applied for a loan and it was pretty much on its way, the last date to submit money for the tender was on June 3rd. So on the 2nd june, me and hus decided we go visit the baby and my SIL at the hospital and also collect the money from bank. But due to some unforeseen problems the loan was rejected. To add to this catastrophe the man who gave us the tender died of an accident, and now we were in deep trouble. We didn't submit the money tomorrow the tender gets rejected and we'll lose my father's company. So me and hus were trying to get the money by evening and we couldn't go to the hospital. But we didn't find any luck, and we went on pretty much loosing all hope. Upon reaching the home, Bane started shouting at us for not coming to the hospital, accusing us many things, including saying my job made me less supportive of this family.He still didn't even ask us what had happened, but he went on and on. The issue was my husbands mother is differently abled, and needs constant care. Because we were out of the house she couldn't get her things done. But we were in huge trouble figuring out my future, possibly my fathers too. Finally he started accusing me for being an asshole for taking his brother away from his family. So I walked out of there, my husband followed.
Now everyone is calling me and asshole for walking out on the famliy, seriously AITA here? My husband think I'm notr, he also rejects the idea of Bane being the asshole here.

My father in law, who retired from PTV home recently is one of those people who lives such a humble lifestyle but has had a profound and silent effect on Pakistanis who have grown up watching tv in the 90s or early 2000s. You see, he has spent his entire career trying to improve the state of televised content in Pakistan with a special focus on tv content for children. He is also responsible for getting great movies, tv shows and cartoons and translating them from English to Urdu. Broadcasting them on PTV and effecting a whole generation. If you were a kid growing up at that time you have indirectly been effected by his efforts. He's has also been directly responsible for one of the few good shows on PTV celebrating art and literature called Virsa. Many other contributions come to mind. But he then quietly retired from PTV with a not so great pension and even had to fight a long battle to receive his provident fund. He is one of the most patient and well read people I have the pleasure of knowing.
As fate would have it. Recently he has been diagnosed with Acute Lymphoblastic Lukemia. An advanced stage of the cancer of the blood. One of the symptoms of this disease is a scarily low platelet count. E.g today it was 6000 where a normal function range starts from 150,000. This means that in order for his treatment to commence he needs to have his platelets constantly added to his blood stream. This means multiple bags everyday and this requires lots of donations. Till now friends and family have managed to step up, but it's gotten to a point where I'm running out of people to ask. So if you're a healthy person who hasn't donated blood in a while, any blood type will do, please get in touch with me it will be a great help for a person who actually truly deserves it.
TL;DR: A humble, patient and well deserving man, who has indirectly influenced Pakistani youth for the better, could benefit greatly from your blood donation (any type) because he is battling a very difficult disease.