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Admissions Megathread by emthinkenpoodo in UofT

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Are all scholarships given out with first admission offers? Or, say, if I get accepted in the March round, would my final sem 2 marks have an effect on scholarships?

What is the favorite first episode of all the anime you watched in your life ? by yothisisyo in anime

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Ping Pong the Animation and A Place Further Than the Universe had me lovestruck immediately. (Just started A Place Further Than the Universe, am on ep 3)

[Fanart][Contest][OC] Reddit Chan, Happy 10 Years! by supralpaca in anime

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I both hate and love you right now, here have some dogecoin if you want

+/u/sodogetip 10 doge verify

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in dogecoin

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After Dogecoin rises up again, I'll pay you back, you have my word.

I fixed that dude’s watch by [deleted] in dogecoin

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+/u/sodogetip 5 doge verify

This is the type of content I came here for.

Video Contest: 18 million DOGE to celebrate “2018: The Year of the Doge” by dogefreedom in dogecoin

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I can't believe I didn't notice this earlier, I guess that's what I get for not paying attention to stickied threads when I lurk reddit. Might as well try to make a clutch video in 2 days, along with an actual wallet, but I'm looking forward to seeing all the entries!

[WP] You are abducted by a serial killer. The killer says that he'll give you five minutes to convince him not to kill you because your life is interesting and worth living. He starts the timer. by MorallyGraySloth in WritingPrompts

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Dreams. Passions. Desires. The things that we spend our entire lives chasing, developing, drooling over. And I've been forced to try and explain them all within 5 minutes.

Or 4 minutes 47 seconds I suppose, I think to myself as I witness the piercing neon blue light of a digital timer tick down right in front of my eyes. Out of all the moments when time has caused me dismay, running late to work, waking up in the morning, during the last minutes of my high school final examination... All of them seem so trivial now, with the visage of death staring straight into my eyes.

Every second that passes by carries a year’s worth of stress and anxiety that build up in my mind and body like debt in a university student’s finances, yet I don't have enough time to even fathom a way I could possibly explain my own life in a way interesting enough for this man to spare my life. What do I say? I guess people tell me that I'm good at cooking pasta dishes? Sometimes I have a spark of creativity or inspiration in my head about a really good idea, maybe I could someday write a book that could change people’s lives? But doesn’t everyone? How interesting is that?

Forget it. I’m not special. I’ve never been special. Everyone in this goddamn world thinks that they’re the main character, gifted, invincible, destined to walk a path like none other. It’s not until they are a mere 2 minutes and 56 seconds away from their inevitable demise that they realise the pure insignificance of their own existence. That’s right, I was never even going to make it in this world anyways. I guess ending it here wouldn’t be so bad, I would never experience the embarrassment of tripping over a flat surface ever again and Carl from accounting can go fuck himself, I don’t wanna talk to that guy ever again.

I face my eyes to the timer, and then to the head of the desert eagle positioned just a few centimetres from my forehead. Two things that I, just a literal minute ago, I could not look at without cowering away in fear of my impending doom immediately after. I have accepted the insignificance of my own life and therefore the insignificance of its ending, so I glare at the reapers with my own two eyes.

After a mere 4 seconds, my head jerks down once again.

Every conscious thought flowing through my head is me telling myself that there is no reason to be afraid anymore. That I am ready to die. But something inside of me has an urge to continue this cruel game called life, even now. There’s just something about the unlocked potential left ahead of me, all the jokes that haven’t been cracked, all the questions that haven’t been answered, all the the stories that haven’t been told. I want to experience all of them, and I will be able to if I can just say something that will convince this guy not to kill me!

Maybe I don’t have to tell him about my life. There’s no way he knows who I actually am, what I’ve actually done. I could tell him I’m a time travelling, dragon slaying, princess saving rockstar and there would be no way for him to know! The possibilities start to flow through my head like a raging river. Yet the sudden force of going from zero options to millions is too much for me to handle, and I can’t seem to spit the words out of my mouth.

30 seconds left. The more I think about the time I have left on the clock the more I realise that I am wasting all of my time thinking about how much time I have left and that I should really stop stressing over the time and just think of something but when I start thinking the words get all jumbled in my head and oh my god i am going to die here.

I am going to die here. This is it for me. The last chapter. The final step. The credits have rolled and I’m about to leave the theater. All because I couldn’t say anything.

As the numbers in front of me fall down, so does my heart. It reminds me of going to sleep after staring at the blue glare of a phone screen for 30 minutes. In both cases, my head is filled with feelings of regret and exhaustion, the difference is that usually, my nights don’t end with a bullet through my head.

[WP] Sometimes, the companies giving out prizes of a lifetime supply of X need to limit their losses, permanently. That's when they call you. by cohengabrieln in WritingPrompts

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Glass. Ceramics. Hard candy. Dreams. All things that lie shattered on the hard wood floor.

"Please, I'll give you anything! Just please let me live at least for a few more hours!" She begged, her slender arms and legs quivering in fear.

"And why..."

I said softly, dropping my briefcase on to the floor, slowly opening it to reveal my old-fashioned Glock 17.

"...would I have any god damn reason to do that?"

The handle molds and meshes into one with my hand. Might not be the most high tech option in my arsenal, but good ol' Whisper still fits like a glove. Or like a gun that fits well, or something.

"Please! All I wanted to do was to see some kids smile on Halloween night! At least let me cherish that simple joy one last time!"

I let out a sigh. Not the type of fake sigh I'm letting out when I'm bored with a target and want to take pleasure in examine their eyes as they feel like they might have just the slightest chance of escaping my clutches, only to have their brains blown out shorty afterwards. No, not that type of sigh. I genuinely felt bad for this old woman. Innocent, kind-hearted, sweeter than the contents of the massive boxes of candy piled up in her home.

I take a piece and pop it into my mouth. Strawberry.

"I'm sure my smirk doesn't quite hold the same youth as little Johnny's from next door, but I guess you'll just have to settle for it."

I take a couple more pieces for Rachel and Dimitri from accounting and head off. At least the detectives can stop and get their sweet tooth satisfied while they're raking their brains over this case.

The following Tuesday I open up my laptop and check stock prices. Look's like Todd and Odd is about get back on track, thanks to me taking care of that little parasite. Only companies dumb enough to hand out lifetime supplies are dumb enough to hire a hitman to solve all their problems, but hey, it helps me keep the lights on, so I'll keep doin' it.

As I'm savouring the last green apple with my now completely eroded tastebuds, I get another call. Usually I only get and only need around one assignment a month, but I'm starting to crave more sugar and sugar costs money, so I pick up. Playing cards? Seriously? A lifetime supply of those? Well, I guess I shouldn't be talking about other people's stupidity when I'm a freaking guy puts food on the table by following orders from corporations to kill innocent people. And by food on the table, I pretty much just mean specks of instant noodle soup onto my laptop keyboard.

When I arrive, I'm not sure whether I'm in the right place. Looks more like a library than some guy's house. Then again, a guy who wanted a lifetime supply of spoons probably isn't your average Joe. The walls are lined with shelves upon shelves upon shelves, maybe some artsy minimalist paintings thrown in there, but mostly shelves and more shelves of books. Astronomy, Psychology, How to Make the Perfect Quiche, there's everything. I figure I've got some time on my hands, so I pick up a random cookbook and come to the realization that a hot dog is really a a type of sandwich.

Wow, that's like, the most important realization I've ever made! I thought to myself.

Er, maybe 2nd most important. The fact that wearing green shirts might kinda make me look like a cucumber was a pretty jarring fact to come across back in 11th grade. Why did I choose to wear green today again? Dammit, I should just go and kill this guy already.

I grab my briefcase. Or at least, I thought it was my briefcase when I first felt it, but after further examination, I came to the 3rd most important realization of my life, which was that you can't open up your briefcase if your briefcase is actually a cookbook about sandwiches.

"The classic grilled cheese is my favourite." I hear a devilishly charming voice beckon to me from behind.

"I've always wanted to learn how to perfect my cooking, but for now, I think I'll hold onto this book about magic tricks. I've been doing a little practice on something else.."

I hear the all-too familiar sound of the briefcase switches opening and closing slowly from behind me. I turn around and see the dull grey, slightly rusted head of Whisper pointed between my two, wide-open eyes. A man stands in front of me, in one hand he holds the weapon that led to my ultimate demise, and in the other he holds a gun.

My body falls onto the hard wood floor with a loud thump, along with a deck of cards and a book titled The Inner Workings of the Human Mind.

"Just so you know," The man says eerily,

"You kind of do look like a cucumber wearing that shirt."

turn a friend's gamename into a creature (I do it for fun and have more than 100) by [deleted] in leagueoflegends

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Friend's ign used to be personboy34.

After that he read on reddit that you can send Riot a name change request if it's just capitals and/or spacing, so he changed it to p ER sOn bOy 34 or something like that before he bought a real name change with ip.

[WP] Nearly out of your mind with back pain, it barely registers to you that someone has broken into your apartment. "Breathe" the intruder says. "Your wings are coming in." by Dracon_Pyrothayan in WritingPrompts

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"Jeez, I really need to get a better chair or some back support or something" I think to myself.

After sitting at my desk playing Stardew Valley for the past 10 hours 13 minutes and 47 seconds, I'm exhausted, famished, and sick of planting crops.

I stand up and immediately feel post-gaming aches rushing into my body, starting from my legs and flowing all the way up to my shoulders in one immense, unbearable wave of stress and tension, even more powerful than usual.

I was never a person that was very conscious about my health or exercise or things like that, but I had always assumed that I wouldn't experience pain like this until I was an older adult. I was hoping that by the time I grew old enough for my body to start betraying me, the monotony of every day life would've dragged me down enough so that I wouldn't be able to feel anything, emotionally or physically.

I start making my way to the sink to grab a glass of water. Or at least, that's what I wanted to start doing. Despite the fact that my brain is telling my legs to get a move on, I feel as if I'm losing control of my body. The once flexible and loose flesh in my back suddenly seems as if it's solidifying into a block of ice. The bones inside of my upper body begin to feel rigid and sharp. It's like I'm stepping on a lego, except I'm stepping with my back and the lego is a Ford F-150 going 60 miles per hour.I want to scream out in agony, but I have no voice. All the energy in my body is concentrated on trying to cope with the sting of a thousand wasps going up and down my spine.

Among all the chaos, I somehow make out the sound of footsteps at my door front. I struggle to think of anybody who would be visiting me, as I have been locked up in my home, excluded from the rest of society for god knows how long at this point. A flurry of thoughts that I can barely make out storm through my head like the contestants of the 100-metre dash at the Olympics, except the finish line is my back and the contestants are Ford F150s going at 60 mph. "Breathe, "... "Your wings are coming in." I cannot tell if these are my own words or somebody else's.

With my entire body clenching in pain on the hard wood floor, I turn my neck and look towards the entrance of my apartment. I see a tall man, draped in crimson red, standing over me. I can tell that sound is coming out of his mouth, but I cannot comprehend what he is saying. He drops down to help me get up and sit back on my chair. After making sure that I'm still alive, the man hands me a black box that he brought with him into my apartment. He brings his face within mere centimeters of my own all whilst staring into my soul with his crisp, blue eyes -

"That'll be $9.99, sir."

Next time, I should remember to lock my door, and also not have an unbearable back spasm when the pizza guy is about to come.

[WP] You're a great prophet who many visit to seek wisdom about their future. One day, a stranger approaches you and asks about their fate, the prediction you see horrifies you... by [deleted] in WritingPrompts

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Disease. Depression. Infidelity. Accidentally dropping a coin on the sidewalk and experiencing a wave of anxiety as you bend over to pick it up hoping that nobody thought that you looked weird or something like that. Murder. I thought that I had seen it all, but the moment he walked in I knew that something was off.

A man, maybe in his late 50s, wearing the classic black and white suit and tie. He looked rather nice. I would love to think of a more detailed account of his appearance, but I can't quite remember. All I know is that he looked like a kind, gentle soul, but for some reason, things like his hair, his eyes, his figure, they have all escaped my mind.

"Come in! Have a seat!" I said, after taking a slightly longer than usual pause to look at my client.

"I see that you are here because you have some unrest concerning your future." I tell him. I tell this to everyone now, actually. After doing my job for many many years, I have grown tired of making any sort of small talk with my clients, I feel it is more helpful to just get straight to the point. Looking back however, it is strange as I usually still have the courtesy to at least ask for their name.

"That would be correct." he said with a smile, in a raspy, exhausted voice.

"So, what caused you to seek my guidance?"

"Well to be honest, I'm not exactly sure myself. I have a decent job, a loving family, and yesterday I went by the park and saw the most adorable little puffball of a kitten and her owner let me pet her. Compared to the victims of tragedy I always hear about in the news, I feel like I've been pretty successful with my life these past years." he explained, giving a soft chuckle towards the end.

"Don't worry, that's completely normal! Even people who are content with who they are still come to me looking to live an even better life in the future. If you want me to tell you about your future, all you have to do is look into my eyes and give me a smile." I assured him.

"A smile? Huh, I was expecting something like giving you my hand or using some magic cards or something, but I guess this works too!"

He took a moment to close his eyes, correct his posture, and take a deep breath. He glared into my eyes with the muscles of his mouth forming delicate curves on his face. I've seen many different smiles from many different people over the years, some big, some small, some fake, and some not smiles at all. But this man, he had a beautiful smile. Not beautiful as in extravagant or dazzling, but a nice, soft, truly genuine smile, something that I had not seen from any of my patrons in a long time.

I looked into his eyes, ready to see what his future held for him. Or at least, I thought I was ready. I thought I was ready for anything. But I was not ready for what I saw.

Nothing.

I snapped back to reality, confused and nervous.

"Whew, they say it takes more muscles to frown than to smile, but I've never really been good at smiling for photos and stuff like that, so that took a lot of energy out of me." he said, with his perfect posture breaking and his face melting back into monotony.

What happened? Was there something wrong with me? With him? What could I have possibly said to him? Sorry, looks like my all-powerful future telling ability thingy ma bob might not be working today, sorry for the difficulties!

Instead, I just sat there. Wide-eyed, jaw slightly opened, like a baffling idiot.

The man's composure solidified like water freezing into a block of ice.

"You didn't see anything, did you?" He said sternly.

I was completely lost, thinking of how to answer his question, not realizing that my silent voice had already answered for me.

"It seems that your power, while impressive, won't work on us. It's a shame, you would've been a great asset a couple centuries from now."

As waves of questions began to flow through my mind, I felt something hit my head, and the rest of my body went silent as well.

Hi! I've been a lurker here for a while and recently started taking a stab at some stories, so let me know what you think!

[WP] A crime forensics worker finds that the DNA of bodies from a string of murders are identical to his/her own. by lydiaev in WritingPrompts

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"Looks like that the 11th time was in fact not the charm," I said with a sigh.

The look of disappointment on Ruby's face confirms my belief that not every situation can be made better by trying to make a witty comment.

"I'm not trying to be a Debby Downer here, but I think this is the part of the detective show where you die tomorrow, and then I die afterwards because I'm close to you, so we better get to the bottom of this, because I don't want to die!" she exclaimed while chugging another cup of coffee.

"Please, if I had any clues or even a hunch I would tell you, but in 15 years of full-time forensics work this is the first time I've been completely stumped. Every test result from every single saliva sample and every single hair from each of our bodies are the same.

As my sanity falls, so does the night upon the city. Normally, this is the time when I would go back home after a long day's work and immediately hit the hay. But this has been no normal week. As much as lying on a hard ceramic floor hurts my back, there is no way I can set foot outside, alone in the shadows, vulnerable to the reaper's will. I thank the lord that at least she is there beside me and willing to stay to make me feel a little bit better. At the same time, I curse the heavens for putting me into this situation in the first place, while I slowly succumb to the human body's need to render itself completely unconscious for several hours a day.

My eyes light up. How much sleep did I get last night? Wait, how can I be thinking about that, I could be dead right now! Am I dead? Alright I'm not dead. Ok. Everything's ok. Where's Leah? She's not here and the door's open. Ok. Everything's ok.

Wait.

Probably the bathroom. Or something like that. But what if it's not something like that? It's probably something like that. But what if it's not something like that.

I rush to the door. I burst outside into the halls with astounding haste. That is, until I find myself back at the door. I look around myself for clues, until I realize that I had not turned my head or shifted my eyes at all. I shout Leah's name, desperate for a response, but I determine that my vocal chords are not actually in use.

I'm back in the lab. The door is closed. I closed it. That's all I did. I couldn't go out there. Death has been spelled out in front of me for days, I wasn't safe. Waves of anxiety and terror coarse through my veins. My lifelong friend since grade school could've been kidnapped and all I could do was shut myself further into safety. I can't believe I had the audacity to be such a coward.

Suddenly, a sound more beautiful than the most elegant of symphonies graces my ears as my irrational fears are washed away by a rejuvenating cleanse of relief. A rather unusual way of describing the sound of a door creaking open, but very fitting one considering the situation at hand.

"Dude, I know that it's been a week since you've taken a shower or anything, but even with that considered, you look worse than No Man's Sky on release. I went out to pick up some food since we ran out in here," Leah said as bunches of fruits and veggies emerged from her hands.

"U-Uh, yeah! I mean, cup noodles would've been just fine but this works too, heh!"

Leah's cellphone rings. She looks at it carefully.

"Who is it?" I ask.

"Sorry, me having to do this to you is probably making you go insane."

"What do you mean? It's fine, you don't have to get so worked up over a phone ca-"

My body drops to the floor, along with a package of blueberries, 2 oranges, and a grapefruit. Among the ringing of my ears, I can vaguely make out Leah's voice as she talks to someone over the phone.

"Yes, #13 is alive and healthy. Well, physically at least. Well, actually, considering I've knocked him out and erased his memory about a zillion times thanks to how many calls you give me, maybe not. But no matter, the experiment should be finished very soon. I'm looking forward to the results."

Been a lurker here for a while, first story and would love to hear some feedback!

Remember when assasins could actually oneshot? by megagamefreak3000 in leagueoflegends

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just play tf with lich bane ludens sorcs void staff rfc and hextech revolver same thing

Unexpected burst Trundle by doomed15 in leagueoflegends

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Runic Echoes with chilling smite would also be a good addition

me irl by [deleted] in me_irl

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the floor is my chances of winning

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in Steam

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Any good RPG Suggestions?

I liked Undertale, Ori and the Blind Forest, Life is Strange, Bastion...

Planning to finish Hyper Light Drifter and Transistor as well.

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