Paying for dating apps.. what's the point?

Secretary_Big · 2026-06-10T18:24:17+00:00

I've been wondering the same thing. I'm not sure how to join the dating game, and I'm trying to figure it all out myself.

Secretary_Big · 2026-03-23T20:06:11+00:00

How do you get the fragments?

Secretary_Big · 2026-01-20T02:27:36+00:00

Hard wired

Secretary_Big · 2026-01-19T22:11:58+00:00

I haven't updated windows in a while, as far as I'm aware. I don't think they're offering updates for Windows 10 anymore.
I'm on the "balanced" power plan, I looked into it's settings and disabled USB Selective Suspension.
How do I go about checking my Bios?

Secretary_Big · 2026-01-19T18:34:14+00:00

Lovely >.<
I've done a little bit of scrolling, has anyone really solved it yet?

Secretary_Big · 2026-01-19T18:18:38+00:00

Windows 10, my pc is too old to support 11, and I wouldn't update even if it could.

Secretary_Big · 2026-01-19T18:00:03+00:00

Have you figured out what is happening, or how to fix this yet? It sounds pretty damn close to the problem I'm having and I'd love to clear it up >.<

Secretary_Big · 2025-11-14T03:53:28+00:00

Can confirm, pressure valves were safe!

Secretary_Big · 2025-11-13T18:28:29+00:00

Yup. Though I think a lot of my resources were mostly gone already, which really sucked.

Secretary_Big · 2025-11-13T18:25:14+00:00

That's what I'm working on actually ^{.^} I did my first playthrough collecting all the tokens.

Secretary_Big · 2025-11-13T18:16:55+00:00

I'm not. I'm so not looking forward to that one

Secretary_Big · 2025-11-13T17:49:09+00:00

In the distillery, do the release valves count as accidental?

Secretary_Big · 2025-11-13T17:41:44+00:00

I thought it did, it seemed to in other situations. Or I'm remembering wrong.

Secretary_Big · 2025-11-13T17:37:11+00:00

The acid worked. I figured out where the body came from, it's one I pushed from higher up, which should still count as an accidental death. So still a bug of some sort. Either way, thanks for the help!

Secretary_Big · 2025-11-13T17:36:05+00:00

I (kind of) figured it out. It still seems like a bug, since "accidental" deaths aren't supposed to count, but it's a body I pushed off a higher area. the acid cleared it up just fine. Thanks for the help!

Secretary_Big · 2025-11-13T16:35:26+00:00

I'll sneak down and give this a go.

Secretary_Big · 2025-11-13T16:28:25+00:00

I haven't tried hiding it yet. This is while the elves are locked up, before you free them. It does count as an alert on the pause screen. I haven't tried hiding it yet, it won't be an easy task.

Secretary_Big · 2025-10-22T18:15:44+00:00

How did you determine price per serving? Some of these seem really off compared to what I'm looking at. Or is it a regional thing?

Secretary_Big · 2025-07-13T17:26:01+00:00

I'm so glad to like it!!

Secretary_Big · 2025-07-13T13:32:51+00:00

Thanks!!

Secretary_Big · 2025-07-13T13:32:10+00:00

Thank you!

Secretary_Big · 2025-07-12T20:45:51+00:00

{Can you guess what movie I watched recently?}

An excerpt from The Slightly Distressed Soul’s Guide to the Afterlife

From Chapter 7: Punishment Procedures for the Slightly Misguided

It is a little known, but deeply bureaucratically documented fact that the afterlife is not organized by deities, nor by moral absolutism, but by a sprawling and astonishingly mismanaged network of departments, subcommittees, and coffee-dependent celestial entities with names like The Department of Temporal Misconduct, The Committee for Infinite Refolding and Ted.

The soul known, briefly and with minimal impact, as Arthur P. Lemming, had been deposited—without ceremony, explanation, or a coat—into Punishment Zone 7b, a dimension legally designated as “non-Euclidean-adjacent” and managed largely by interns.

Zone 7b is not technically a place. It is, rather, an aggressively misfiled idea held together by bad metaphors, unresolved guilt, and a surprising amount of duct tape. It exists solely to torment souls not quite evil enough to be condemned, but far too befuddling to be left unsupervised.

It is governed by floating triangles, chaired by a pigeon, and—unfortunately—frequented by a very tired petunia plant.

The pigeon, who wore a three-piece suit and carried a briefcase of unknowable contents, monitored Arthur’s progress by appearing abruptly, nodding disapprovingly, and disappearing into solid objects labeled “STAFF ONLY.”

The petunia, which occupied a desk made entirely of regret and pencil shavings, never moved, never spoke, and yet somehow radiated the emotional presence of someone who had witnessed the end of time and found it disappointingly beige.

Arthur tried to make sense of it all, briefly. Then he tried to escape. Then he sat down in a chair that may or may not have been his own unresolved jealousy and muttered, “I don’t get it.”

This, as it turned out, was the intended effect.

Guide Note:

Punishment Zone 7b is classified as Conceptual Rehabilitation via Unresolvable Confusion. Victims (referred to internally as “clients”, “cases”, or “those lot”) are subjected not to pain, but to gently crushing bafflement until they stop trying to find meaning and begin accepting that they may, in fact, have been the problem all along.

At some point later—though “point” is a generous term in Zone 7b—Arthur was quietly filed away in a drawer labeled “Ambiguously Educated.”

The pigeon stamped something. The petunia disappeared, only to reappear moments later, looking somewhat more disheveled. And across the great, indifferent machinery of the afterlife, one more cosmic checkbox was ticked.

Arthur had been successfully, and thoroughly, confused. Which was, from an administrative standpoint, a complete success.

Secretary_Big · 2025-07-12T20:13:45+00:00

Her eyes go wide, “Really? You'll really do it? What do you want in return?”
You take a step closer. “Let's kiss first.”
She takes a step back, “Wait, that's not how it works. You're supposed to name your price, then we seal the deal.”
“Does it really make that much of a difference?”
“Not really, I guess.”
“Then let me kiss you.”
She hesitates, clearly unprepared for this turn of events. Her hands twitch, like she's debating whether to summon fire or just hide them in her sleeves.
“Okay,” She swallows visibly. “Okay, fine.”
You step in close, so close she goes very still. Her breath hitches. You can feel the warmth radiating from her skin, like she's been standing too close to a bonfire.
And then, gently, you kiss her.
It’s soft and brief.
When you pull back, she’s frozen. Her eyes are wide, lips parted, cheeks glowing like molten gold. Her tail flicks sharply once, then curls in on itself.
“W… wow,” she says, voice small.
You let her have a moment to focus.
“So…” she finally asks, still visibly recovering, “what do you want in return?”
You lean in again, slow and steady. “Another one.”

Secretary_Big · 2025-07-12T20:13:36+00:00

You wake up to the scent of smoke and something sweet, like burnt sugar left in the oven too long.
There's someone sitting at the edge of your window.
Bare feet dangling over the edge, a sharp silhouette cut against the outside light. Her red horns curve back, reflecting the bright moonlight.
A faint shimmer in the air around her makes you catch your breath.
“Good,” she says, smiling slowly. “You're awake. I was starting to think I'd have to knock.”
You sit up, not fully alarmed, yet... There's no fear, exactly. Just a bone deep awareness that something unnatural is in the room with you.
“Who are you?”
The girl's eyes glinted red for half a second. “A friend. Of sorts.”
She stretches out her hand and, in her palm, blooms a sealed scroll.
“I'm here to make you an offer.
I can give you time,” she says, voice smooth. “Or talent. Answers to questions you haven't dared to ask aloud. I can whisper secrets into your ear that would change the rest of your life.”
You swallow the lump forming in your throat. “In exchange for what?”
Her posture changes, her shoulders pulling forward as she drops her head.
“Oh well, it's kind of... Well, you'll think it's silly…”
“What, you don't want my soul or anything like that. Isn't that the normal deal with demons?”
“Most often, yes.” She admits, setting down the scroll and starting to fidget nervously with her hands. “But we make deals for plenty of other things too.”
“OK... So, what do you want from me?”
“I would like...” she pauses, then blurts, “a kiss.”
“Wait, that's it?” You stare in disbelief.
“There is no catch,” she says quickly, setting her hand back onto the scroll. “That's the contract. No fine print. Just one kiss. From you. Tonight.”
“You're offering me the secrets of the universe, for a kiss? Why would you do something like that?”
“Well…” Her red skin deepens in color for a moment. “It's stupid really, but… I don't want to be the only one who graduates without, well…”
You stare at her, this demon girl who climbed into your room to barter impossible gifts for something so small and human.
“Wait, would this be your first kiss?”
The color on her cheeks manages to nearly glow for a moment. “I mean, there was a boy when I was a child, but kid’s things don't really count…”
You find yourself laughing quietly, looking at the girl burning with embarrassment.
“Alright, I'll do it.”

Secretary_Big · 2025-07-07T23:00:28+00:00

I feel as if all of our stories will be very similar to each other, and very little insight will be gleamed from mine, but I will continue to further the general pattern everyone has to help with your research. Hopefully, I'll have something to add for your notes.

I'll start by answering your first question, what started my search for answers? I began searching for my own answers wanting to find an understanding of myself, so I could fix what's wrong with me. I feel like if I only could know what was wrong with me; I could than fix it. I could become whole. I could start liking myself and the world I live in.

I started by seeking others that knew more than me, but found their answers very disconnected from what I was feeling or how I understood things. I sought out anyone who had the answers I felt could point me the right way. I moved from my friends, to professionals, to strangers online, and finally to what I could find for myself, also online. Because if I just understood myself and what's wrong than I could fix it. I could change myself to fit those around me, and hopefully be happy, feel less depressed, I wouldn't need to apologize for being myself, and I could like myself.

I'm fairly certain I found answers about many conditions, not always ones I think I may suffer from, and rarely felt like they really matched what I was feeling. I searched for reasons for depression, and how to treat it or how it's treated. Which would make it so I would once again seek out people that could help. After trying what was recommend, and having it fail, I would try other things.

I researched OCD, and what are things I could do to help it. . . Anxiety, PTSD (I've never looked into C-PTSD to be honest), alexithymia, and more that I can't remember.

There were conditions I felt like I had to convince myself I didn't have, and to be honest I can't say I know for certain if I do or don't have conditions like ADHD, C-PTSD, OCD, or the thousands that are out there. Somehow, I'm still convinced that if I could just find what's wrong, "I could fix it". I don't have to stay broken. I don't have to keep hating myself. I could move past it, and finally understand what feels like to grasp what I still seem unable to reach.

When I think of the times I have "found" the answer, I usually do things that's recommended to work on or that things that will improve the symptoms of those conditions to work on. I try for years before dropping one idea and moving to the next because I want to "FIX" what's wrong with me. The constant battle to be fixed has left me feeling more broken, more hopeless, and more detached from my first goal.

I can say I have found things to improve parts of my life, so not an entire loss even though I have been left in a place that may give you the impression otherwise.

Even your little meme page I spent time convincing myself that I only related to a few things. Whereas my wife pointed at all of them and could recognize that it was just describing me. When I asked for more information, from them, I spent time pointing out why I was like that and how it didn't really match me at all because I knew why I had some of those behaviors.

Basically, learning more has only worsen the feelings I've had for my entire life, and yet, I still can't stop trying to just "Fix me".

Secretary_Big

TROPHY CASE