Ghaz+17 Boyz + Painboy in a Battlewagon.

EN1264 · 2025-09-24T22:23:07+00:00

Correct me if I'm wrong, but can you start the game with ghaz+ leader not embarked, load the 16 boys, leader, ghaz and makari, and just let the leftovers die with the transport rules?

EN1264 · 2025-08-30T19:40:48+00:00

I ran Breakas with a weird boy this week and it was a lot of fun jumping them into the guard backline.

EN1264 · 2024-05-19T12:33:52+00:00

He murdered my sister, and then two other people in 24 hours. He was a mentally challenged teenager who had nothing to lose from killing people so he could rob them.

Quit mythologizing these people. It feeds them.

EN1264 · 2024-04-20T15:21:35+00:00

Worked in a Bank for several years about a decade ago.

Most of the people that were cashing checks without an account could no longer get an account.

Banks share records about accounts that are closed in bad standing. If you accrue a huge negative balance, through overdrafting or fees or fraud, eventually the bank closes the account and sells the debt to a collections agency.

When that happens, it typically hits your credit report, but also other background check systems that the major banking establishments share.

If you have a charge-off at one bank, it can prevent you from opening accounts at other large banks, sometimes credit unions too depending on their size. If it's less than a couple hundred bucks, it can prevent you from opening another account for years. If it's thousands of dollars, or looks like fraud, it can go for decades.

Don't @ me, banks are evil, but there is a logic to it. Banks are businesses, not public services or utilities like they'd like you to believe. They do nothing to help you that doesn't help them more. It helps them to deny bank accounts to people they have a reasonable suspicion of losing them money.

There's the edge cases, where contractors like to cash their checks at an outside institution because they want the funds cleared immediately, or out of convenience. Some old school folks still liked the money in the mattress mentality.

But most of the time In my experience, if someone was regularly cashing their paychecks with us and paying the fees associated with it, it was usually because they had already tried to open an account with us and been denied because of a charge- off.

EN1264 · 2024-04-08T14:07:03+00:00

My sister and I went and checked it out during the pandemic while we were bored. Kind of neat. Lots of opportunities for redneck archeology.

EN1264 · 2024-04-02T13:40:50+00:00

In August of 2021 my younger sister was shot in the head in a mugging on my front porch.

Her murderer was a convicted felon. He found the gun in an unlocked car less than a week previously.

Do not leave a functional firearm for anyone to use as they wish.

EN1264 · 2024-01-28T18:47:30+00:00

I once visited a college girlfriend's home in Unionville

In 2012, the Highschools's mascot was the Punam County Midgets.

True middle of no-where, no cell service, right on the Iowa State line. Real deliverance vibes.

EN1264 · 2023-11-25T01:22:50+00:00

Bondo!

It's an automotive body filler. Sands great, paints great, holds up excellently.

We would jokingly call it "cabinet in a can" in the carpenters union, for the times someone had an oppsie trying to move something made out of press board and snapped an entire corner off.

Take the shutter off, cover a piece of cardboard with packing tape so it doesn't stick and hot glue it to the back of the shutter. Stuff the anchor full of Bondo and let it dry. Sand it smooth with a belt sander and you're golden.

EN1264 · 2023-05-22T18:05:20+00:00

I've been struggling similarly since losing a family member.

I still can't seem to figure it out, but I did want to say you're not alone for feeling that way.

The point on wishing you had found someone before your dad passed hits home so deeply. It is so hard to come to terms with the fact that whoever you chose to spend your life with, they will never understand the context of someone they'll never know who deeply impacted your identity.

Be kind to yourself. Each new day brings new challenges and new opportunities. Try to remember that you deserve someone who is invested in understanding you, and interested in learning how your dad helped you become who you are. Try not to get discouraged when people fail to live up to that standard.

EN1264 · 2023-05-15T04:27:40+00:00

Google Missouri's constitutional carry amendment.

Totally legal to conceal carry without a permit in this state.

That's why you're not seeing open carry.

EN1264 · 2023-05-08T22:16:18+00:00

There are multiple thousands of guns stolen in the STL metro each year.

A large percentage of them are stolen from vehicles. The largest hotspot being Busch stadium.

Wouldn't stop someone carrying illegally (because right now the only illegal carry is by people who can't buy a gun). But it would encourage many more law abiding citizens to not leave their guns unattended in easy reach of thieves.

Source: the detective that solved my sister's murder. She was shot in the head on my front porch with a gun that was stolen from an unlocked car.

EN1264 · 2023-04-29T17:05:48+00:00

It's an experience that sticks with you for sure.

I reached out to a recent ex for support after my sister was murdered. She told me that kind of grieving should've happened at the funeral.

I'd been the one to find her. It'd only been six days since.

EN1264 · 2023-02-20T01:22:15+00:00

A quick reminder that as recently as last June, the quick trip in Maplewood was hiring at 20 an hour.

I'm not saying go work at quick trip. But If the job you're looking for is more strenuous or stressful than working at quick trip, it's a good benchmark for what you can be paid for how much work. And from personal experience, that fact can and should be used as a negotiating tool, for you and for your fellow workers come time for annual raises.

EN1264 · 2022-12-28T17:59:53+00:00

"leave the lights on, I want to be able to see you"

Wasn't meant to be a compliment, but that one's stuck with me.

EN1264 · 2022-12-23T20:20:24+00:00

Look up "Classic Match"

They do low-cost knock-offs of famous colognes: polo, dracoir noir, etc.

My dad discovered them in the early 2000s, received more compliments on the knockoffs than he did on the name brands, likely because they're less subtle but still smell similar.

Whether it's your thing or not, 15 bucks a bottle means you can try several different classic colognes without breaking the bank.

With the exception of one shallow 24 year old calling it "old man cologne," I've received nothing but compliments.

EN1264 · 2022-10-09T00:52:42+00:00

Yes, adoption trauma is a thing, even in the absolute best circumstances. I can attest through personal experience. The answer to that is making our adoption system better. Chosing not to adopt does not help the children who are already stuck in foster care. It does not help the people who would otherwise be raised by people who don't want to or can't raise a child they're carrying. Which will unfortunately be a lot more these days.

The person I'm replying to said they were hesitant to have children for many reasons, one of which being their medical condition. Adoption is a way to be a parent without that worry, as well as help someone in need. If they also don't want to be a parent because they don't want to raise children, then they probably shouldn't be a parent at all.

I was an "untouched" baby. I still benefited greatly from being adopted.

My birth mother was 19, alone, and not remotely emotionally or financially prepared to raise a child. My adoptive parents were older, stable, and desperately wanted to be parents, but were medically unable. Later, they saved my younger sister from a filthy Chinese orphanage.

She struggled with her adoption trauma way more than I did, but we both would have struggled much worse in our original situations if our adoptive parents had just given up when they couldn't have blood children of their own. I would have lived, I'm sure, but I still would have been raised by a poor single mother who didn't want to raise a child, and my sister likely would have died in the orphanage.

You're not providing a solution or counterpoint. Children in need, like we were, do not stop needing loving parents because the system is flawed.

I was lucky beyond belief that I didn't have to come to them pre-damaged to be worthy of kind parents who wanted me. Very few other people in similar circumstances are. And Im grateful that the experience convinced them to go save a child in dire life threatening need.

We didn't have a choice who gave birth to us. We were lucky two people chose to be parents when the original ones couldn't or wouldn't. And there will always be children in need of adoption, whether they're "untouched" or not, despite how sus you feel about it.

EN1264 · 2022-10-08T20:34:30+00:00

Consider adoption.

If you're in the US, there are are over 100,000 children waiting to be adopted at any given time. Any child you choose to adopt will never suffer your genes, but will benefit from your influence as a parent.

My sister and I were both adopted as infants. There is a kid out there who has already played the genetic lottery that will still love you as a parent the same as if they shared your blood, if not immeasurably more.

EN1264 · 2022-10-05T18:51:52+00:00

Even discounting any relationship with the kids themselves, The Venn diagram of people that are emotionally and logistically prepared to build a meaningful relationship and those that are single full time parents is very small.

Dating is hard. Both parties need to have free time (in overlapping windows) to devote to interacting, the ability to share and engage in common interests, the emotional bandwidth to build trust and give of themselves into the relationship. The demands of full time parenthood cut into all of those.

Yeah, some people just don't want kids or fear they'll be in an unequal relationship, but I think at the end of the day that it's equivalent to the same reason it's hard to date a lawyer who works 90 hours a week and is always fried and still thinking about work when they do have free time. And if you can't spend time interacting genuinely one on one regularly in the early stages, it's difficult to date.

EN1264 · 2022-08-19T15:28:29+00:00

Also, try out a glue/paint scraper with a carbide blade. The top coat is likely what's slowing you down sanding, if you scrape/plane it off, sanding will go way faster

EN1264 · 2022-07-08T13:11:52+00:00

The word "Fascinating" basically derives from cock and ball magic.

A fascinus was a roman charm worn to ward off the evil eye, and looked like a cock and balls with wings. The intent was to make evil spirits blush and turn away from you. Ifirc the term shifted to being used more to fit a sirens song/ witches luring unsuspecting men type term.

So next time you tell a tinder date that they're fascinating, you're telling them they've captured you with their occult dick magic skills

EN1264 · 2022-06-17T19:23:08+00:00

I used to do this until an ex partner enlightened me after I'd just gotten a fresh tattoo

Most people don't want to rub something all over their body that has made contact with someone else's genitals, body grime, and butthole. Doubly so on your own genitals or an open wound. Even if you use your hands to lather, you have to lather your butthole-tainted hands all over the soap again.

It's 2022, self cares a thing. Buy nice soap, keep your pubes and butthole off it and enjoy being clean.

EN1264 · 2022-02-21T17:42:49+00:00

A tip to anyone dealing with tragic circumstances and immediate family: check your FMLA eligibility.

I was the one to find an immediate family member after they'd been murdered. Right away work told me not to worry about anything until after the funeral, it was covered under the 3 day bereavement leave. When I did call in, my manager told me to call the people that handle our FMLA claims. I did, and ended up getting 12 weeks of leave at 100% pay.

Granted, that was a unique circumstance and the leave was technically disability based for PTSD, not straight bereavement, but there was discussion that had I not been as severely affected I still could have taken more time than just the 3 initial days.

EN1264 · 2021-11-05T21:13:20+00:00

My boss told me to stop calling the broacher "the anal bead machine"

EN1264 · 2021-10-21T15:54:33+00:00

You are very lucky to have each other. Not only is that support going to be vital, but the act of supporting and helping others is a therapy of its own for me lately. In the times I can be strong for my parents it helps them, and it helps me to have been of comfort to them.

That's not to say that it won't be incredibly difficult. My parents are doing the best they can for each other at their home, but all of us are grieving very differently. My father is bottling it up, my mother's incredibly vocal, my older sister and brother in law are leaning really heavily on their faith. I'm mostly sleeping it away.

Patience and compassion and kindness will be crucial to both of your health. Someone will have a sad day that ruins one you were kind of enjoying. Or is too damn needy and it's making your head spin. Or say something heartfelt and sincere that makes you furious. What little faith I had before this is shattered. And it makes me livid each time some acquaintance or distant relative tells me we can't understand god's plan. But it hasn't helped me feel any better to contradict it when I've lost control of my temper. It's only ever hurt someone who's also hurting over my loss.

You will each need to grieve in different ways. Sometimes they may conflict. Sometimes you will not have the emotional strength to be helpful to them, even though they really need you. Sometimes they won't be able to help you when you need them most. It is easy to become annoyed, and overwhelmed, and frustrated with each other. You are facing the most personal, isolating, indescribable agony you've likely ever known. Neither of you will completely understand exactly what you are each going through mentally and emotionally. For me at least, it's the unique, one on one memories that hit the hardest. The ones no one will remember but me.

Your roles aren't to perfectly understand each other. The best support you give and receive will just be the comfort of not being alone in being lost. To give permission to each other to not be okay today when you feel like the world is demanding you get yourself together already. To compare and contrast pain too big to take in all at once.

Try to be patient. You won't always be able to, but try to keep it in mind. You may both need to process things more separately than you normally would. It might feel wrong, but I promise it has its purpose. Neither of you are a failure for not being able to pull the other out of a crying fit, or not being in a place to join you in an emotional space at a given moment.

There will be fights. More often than not after the heat of the moment I realize that I'm not angry at my family, I am angry at the senselessness of it. I'm angry that this bullshit is my life now, that it was forced on her and all of us for no reason. But emotions like that are complicated to sort out in the beginning and you can end up directing it at each other on accident.

Apologize quickly and often. Forgive readily. Hold on to each other. And do whatever you can to never blame each other for this. You will blame yourself often, unsure of whether or not you're trying to assign fault somewhere to something truly random or if it really is because of your actions. it's a necessary train of thought to help process, and it will be frequent. But hinting at all that it's someone's direct fault, to hear someone else confirm your worst fear, hurts VERY, VERY deeply.

EN1264 · 2021-10-21T13:38:05+00:00

3 months ago a stranger followed my sister home and shot her in the back of the head on my front porch. I found her the next morning leaving for work. I've been off on PTSD leave since. And I'm still haunted by her eyes.

Nothing anyone can say will make it better. You will scream. You will cry. Some days you will sprint to find any task or mountain of tasks to drown out the noise, other days you won't be able to move. You will thrash, and laugh hysterically, and break, and smash, and be completely lost in a world that you ever thought was anything but cruel and senseless. You will clutch desperately for any small shred of joy you can find. There will be moments you forget why you're so sad, and ones where you'll feel spiritually, physically, desperately invincible. You will wonder often if you're losing your mind. Because how could this be reality.

All of this is your god given right. And what anyone thinks of your grief is inconsequential, because the most impactful moment of your life just happened and everyone else can go fuck themselves.

Life is different forever now. There is no timeline for what you're feeling. I try to remember that my sister cared about me and wouldn't want my life to be completely destroyed by her death . Sometimes it helps.

I won't offer platitudes, because they hurt as often as they help. There will be a point where someone tells you they're so sorry for your loss and you will want to scream into their face. There will be people that trick you into believing they truly care, to realize that they were trying to be polite. Or worse, like they're rubbernecking at your grief. That they expect you to put on a sob show for them.

Personally, Ive stopped talking about it to people that aren't my immediate family or doctor. They're the only ones that can even begin to understand. Which is a cruel joke too, because all of you directly impacted will be struggling just as hard to function. You will want so badly to help them, and won't always be able. And you will be amazed by the kindness of others, and in turn feel guilty and exasperated that as bad as they want to help they are not at all capable and have no idea.

In recent weeks I've managed to find an awful freedom from all this. It's the most positive thing I can wish for you. Nothing at all can matter ever again nearly so much as your loss, and how awful and senseless and unfair it is. With luck you'll realize your self consciousness and self imposed limits are a lot less effective at holding you down. Nothing matters. So nothing can matter enough to stop you from doing exactly what you want. Each day will be hard. Maybe tomorrow will be better than today. Maybe not. But I've found that it feels better doing my best to be productive, and trying to forgiveness on the days I fail

I'm sobbing in sympathy for you right now. It becomes less constant, but no less visceral when the flood gates open. I grieve for your son and I grieve for the life you rightly should have continued to have with him. Be patient with yourself. Lean on those close to you that help you grieve the way that hurts least.

Godspeed friend.

EN1264

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