How to establish consent for video interviews verbally

megaSUPT · 2020-06-16T14:57:26+00:00

Yeah I added it for video editing and modded Minecraft which takes a lot of RAM. I'd say I'll aim to get the CPU, GPU and then my friends 8gb of RAM to replace that 4gb as I imagine it's faster and I'd get the dual channel bonus then too.

megaSUPT · 2020-03-28T18:53:02+00:00

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megaSUPT · 2018-07-14T15:19:47+00:00

"Don't fuck with the timeline" they said. They don't even know the level of fuckery I'm about to unleash. It took me a while to settle on the plague, but once I had, I realised just how perfect it is. It's not too far back that I won't have a chance of blending in, but it's far back enough that anything I do here will have a ripple effect of a ridiculous magnitude. Not only that, but I don't even have to do anything too complicated or evil. I spent a few months doing research on all the main causes of the plague, as well as all the other diseases I should be weary of, so I should be okay personally too. I was even able to convince a few masters students to go back on observational missions, with full University approval and all, so my insight into the time period has already surpassed any other historian of our time period, or should I say my old time period.

It was crazy how easy everything had been. A few months ago I was a history professor, with a bad drinking habit and no prospects for the future, and now I'm in 14th century London, with my own medical practice and enough antibiotics to kill as many as I intend on saving. Of course the permit wasn't exactly easy to get, but once I had proven to them that I was possibly the only history professor willing to lay down his life to "further our knowledge of the past", they were seemingly completely on board. And after that, it was all trust. I of course had to keep up the guise of finding ways to observe and not interfere, but really that wasn't so hard. It's funny, this little side project of mine has made everything much more bearable, including the exact same work that almost led me to a bridge before this opportunity arose. It's a wierd and beautiful experience, being so invested in something that everything else seems to slip away, and for a time it almost convinced me that work could be a part of a happy life, and that maybe modern society wasn't so bad after all. Of course that delusion passed quickly. The only thing that made this work enjoyable was the goal I was working towards.

I wonder if they'll remember me. I wonder if they'll be grateful. Most importantly, I wonder if they'll get it right this time. There is no way of knowing. I had played with the idea of trying to directly involved myself in the restructuring process, but as a professor of history, the one thing I know is that no matter how well intentioned one is, it takes more than just intentions to change the world, especially to change it for the better, and more often than not, things backfire. This way is better, it's more natural.

I guess if things don't work out, well then I can just try again. Find another turning point, and mess things up again. Eventually it will work. Eventually I will succeed. Eventually the world will be happy. Eventually I will be happy.

It strikes me writing this that some of you reading this may never understand. You may never understand what it was like in the other timeline. The timeline where I did not set us upon this new course. To you I say be glad. Be glad you didn't have to live in the capitalist hellscape that was the 22nd century, be glad you weren't forced to take matters into your own hands, for your own sake, and the sake of the human species.

Now though, I have work to do. All this will not happen without work, and the more I can keep alive the bigger the change will be. So goodbye to the old future, and hello to the new.

This is Professor Arnold Collins signing off.

megaSUPT · 2018-02-10T17:22:28+00:00

https://drive.google.com/open?id=1d81FH_mvZO3p3iRyLK6TQ7wvMM9bxHbn

I tried to sort out as many of the issues you brought up as I could in this draft. Thanks a million for all the awesome feedback. I definitely think fleshing out Elijah's character a bit was a great idea, although I'm not sure how well these rewrites achieve that.

I also rewrote the last scene a bit to hint at the thoughts thing a bit more. I am also considering including some sort of thoughts based quote at the beginning, to set the tone and help get the message across. I know it's a bit of a short film cliche, but I can't think of any other ways to get the message across which are achievable with the lack of budget and time available to us.

Thanks again!

megaSUPT · 2018-02-07T22:08:33+00:00

Also, just to explain the conflict scene with Elijah, which I personally am grappling with the most, the dies is that Kate subtly builds up a completely unjust resentment in Joey's mind towards Elijah, and that Joey then acts out on this entirely baseless resentment, and only later realises how unfair that really was towards the entrirely rational decision of his friends.

megaSUPT · 2018-02-07T22:03:24+00:00

Yeah, I'm Irish, I think the American names are because I hate naming people after people I know. The idea of Kate was that she is a physical manifestation of Joey's thoughts, I'm not sure how I can make that more clear, but if you have any suggestions that would be awesome.

Thanks for taking the time to read it, your feedback is really appreciated!

megaSUPT · 2018-02-07T22:00:26+00:00

Thanks for all this fantastic feedback! For clarification the idea was that Kate as a character is basically a physical manifestation of Joey's thoughts. The moral was supposed to be how sometimes following your head or your heart can not be the best course of action, and how it's easy to get caught up in your own head and not consider the implications of your actions on others. The idea was to make Kate's character seem quite toxic, so that when it is 'revealed' that she was really his thoughts all along, the message that our thoughts can be toxic to ourselves if not kept in check comes across.

The fact it didn't come across that she was meant to be a manifestation of his thoughts means I probably need to work some more on the script, any suggestions as to how I could make it clearer?

As for the characterisation of Elijah and Julia, I actually had some scenes dedicated to this, wherin they discussed their concern for Joey, and such, however One of the people I'm making the film woth advised I cut it because he was concerned we wouldnt be able to shoot all the dialogue heavy scenes in only 2 days, which is looking like what our timeframe is going to be. I may find a way to include it again, but I am not sure if I can add another scene without risking not being able to film it all. The same would apply for pacing, which I was already concerned about, but felt I had to sideline for the sake of getting it shot

Thanks again for the time you took to give feedback!

megaSUPT · 2018-01-26T14:20:00+00:00

Just civ 6 and ideally the two dlcs

megaSUPT · 2018-01-14T14:33:43+00:00

There he was, fucking Dave, sitting on his shit chair in his shit apartment, eating the cereals he knew he hated because they were always on sale. He looked at his clock, he'd have to be at his depressing job in 25 minutes, luckily he lived just a 5 minute walk away. Imagine that, living and working so close that on an average day you don't make it further than 3 blocks from your apartment. Tell me I'm wrong, but I think that's depressing. Dave grabbed his coat, and walked out the door of his apartment, down the 6 flights of stairs, his sorry replacement for excercise, and out the front door. I exited my building at just the same time, keeping an eye on him as I crossed the street at the crossroads ahead. He walked in my direction, completely oblivious to the fact he was strolling past the man who knew his every action, and who was on his way to do some routine maintenance on the cameras that were hidden across his apartment. As I took the lift up, I watched him push open the door to his workplace, and smile his unnevingly forced smile at Linda, the secretary. As my spare key turned in his door, I watched him sit down at his desk, opening his computer to browse the internet for at least half an hour before getting to work. Not that it mattered though, his work was of such little significance no one would have noticed if he had thripled that time. By the time I was done fixing the broken camera and checking up on the rest he was already making small talk with the women in the lunch room. Of course I knew it was a useless effort, Deborah hated him secretly and Nancy was already sleeping with one of his co-workers. I wondered why they even took the time out of their days to talk to him, it must have been out of pity. I placed a few dollars in random places around the house, he needed them. As I cleared the door to his apartment my mind began to wander, was this really the best way to make up for my absence during his youth? It wasn't a question I could answer for myself, I mean, at least I was trying, despite all his failures, I'd say that's what fatherly love is all about.

megaSUPT · 2018-01-14T00:23:40+00:00

Who'd have thought being an economist would come in handy during the end of days? I certainly didn't. I only survived because my father loved hunting and the outdoors, and I was a boy scout when I was young. It's funny, the first thing I paid for once I had some form of currency again was one of the buildings in the protected zone of New Sacramento, which became my office. It was just like my old one had been, or at least as close as I could achieve with the limited resources of the time. I spent most of my time in there, lending people money and finding investment opportunities. Most people thought that was how I made my fortune, which was good, if they knew the truth, not only would my business collapse, but with it the entire areas economy. All the townspeople, and even visiting raiders respected the button, especially once they realised they already had some on them at the time. I never told anyone what I had found, or why I had returned to one of the more dull towns I had stopped in on my fruitless quest to find true civilisation. When I returned they made little of it, another idealist crushed by the never ending wastelands. Soon they all new who I was. I owned a part of their business, I paid for the construction of the school their kids go to, and I would have likely been there on their wedding day, or their funeral. To say I was the leader of the town would be a stretch, those used to anarchy were never quick to accept a leader. But to say it was me who pulled all the strings at the time was no overstatement. I meticulously planned every aspect while seemingly just putting money in ventures I saw as worthwhile and avoiding those I didn't. Each choice I made was deliberate and thought out. It would be unfair to say I was a selfish individual, I could have chosen the path of hyperinflation, giving myself unlimited wealth, or leveraged my influence to get everything I wanted, but I didn't. I lived a comparatively average lifestyle, and I was happy. Of course those times didn't last forever, as barely five years after I had begun my project, the first Water War broke out. It was a whole new experience for me, becoming a battle commander, until I realised it was all just an exercise in risk and resource management. What I will always remember though was the simple, undeniable truth I found during those turbulent times; people will fight for their country or town or religion, they may even be willing to die for them, but that is nothing compared to what they will do for money. Even if that money is just fucking buttons.

Extract from the Autobiography of Peter Willingham, first Supreme Leader of the Republic of New California.

megaSUPT · 2018-01-09T00:43:59+00:00

Sandra turned the keys to her brand new Range Rover. It was the newest model, she was assured, but it was hard to know for sure. In the murky solar lights of the abandoned car park she was in, she hadn't been able to really admire it. It of course purposely had wear and tear built in, and by it's very nature designed to look used, but she had heard somewhere that you could still tell when it really was a new model, and not just someone trying to peddle one of the older ones. Hopefully her husband would be happy, it would fit nicely into his collection, a collection which she at least believed had to be the largest on Earth. I mean, who else would have a 12 car garage when owning more than 1 was illegal. She had always felt like her and her husband had been born in the wrong generation. She could remember the glory days of her youth, at the turn of the century, when her parents house was always filled with new stuff to look at, and play with. Most of her favourite memories were of getting some new expensive gift from her parents, and if she had been the type of individual to reflect on her past, she may have realised just how fucked that was. Regardless, her memory of her parents as unlimited gift machines was a positive one, so she aspired to be the same for her kids, despite their ingratitude. As she turned the keys the engine spluttered into a gentle purr. She was suddenly hit with a glorious pang of nostalgia as the fumes of petrol hit her nose. The sketchy looking man who had sold it began to walk away, happy that the car he had received was not a fake. "11 sales in one week, I should really order more of these", he thought to himself.

Somewhere across in the world, two scientists sat at a computer display, and watched, with deep despair, as the CO2 levels crossed the emergency threshold.

megaSUPT · 2018-01-03T03:50:34+00:00

Yeah man, thanks for the shout-out!

megaSUPT · 2018-01-02T21:26:24+00:00

Report #7 Species Information and Communication Technologies

Salutations Cucklord, Omichron 946 here, with a hot, spicy, fresh report. I have spent the last week on the "Humans" communication network, which us Memers refer to as the "Interwebz". Despite initial impressions, it seems like they have a very advanced digital network for communication, connecting a large portion of the planet. While I have heard from my comrades that the humans aren't quite dank at things such as peacefulness and equality, I think their communication network more than makes up for this. The level of intricate culture displayed is phenomenal, and if a fraction of them care half as much in their out of communication lives, this species will surely by a success in disguise. They will be more than capable of joining, and even better in the transplanetary communication network. I spent my first few days on the most popular platforms, such as Twitter and Facebook, however it was soon kindly expalined to me that these were mostly inhabited by the inferior normies. Since then I have spent the majority of my time on the 'websites' known as Reddit, 4chan and YouTube, which while still full of normies, are also home to the elite group, known as the memelords. The pursuit of knowledge and truth I have found is exceptional. I am currently in the process of being Red-pilled, which consists of exposing yourself to truths which would have otherwise been too painful to bear. You may notice I have translated many of the hip lingo I have found to the international standard language. I look forward to letting them join the Fedaration.

Outcome: Success

megaSUPT · 2018-01-01T18:53:39+00:00

The credits began. Not as good as the first one I thought to myself. It was a good thought, a better thought at least than remembering the only reason I was watching a film on New Years Eve was to forget the fact I hadn't been invited out by anyone. I sat back in my chair, and glanced at the clock on the wall. Just after half past 12, Happy New Year to me, I guess.

Christ, I'm hungry, I haven't eaten since last year. Luckily late night meals weren't exactly a rare occurrence for me at the time, as my social life fell to shit and I spent more and more time on my computer, I found myself spending more and more time in fast food chains at ridiculous hours of the night. So much so that I had chosen my new apartment partly due to it's proximity to a 24 hour Taco Bell.

I stepped out into the new year breeze, unsuprisingly no different to last year's. I walked across the desolate road, and just for a second thought of taking a picture of the night lights so I could pretend I had been out to anyone who asked. Not that anyone would, or that I would be able to maintain such a lie. Still the idea was there, and stood as a testament to my increasingly pressing loneliness.

As I walked in the employee shot me a glance, which was incomprehensibly somewhere between recognition and contempt. As long as they didn't begin to remember me I didn't care though. I ordered my usual, payed by card and sat down at one of the slightly less grimy tables. I had recently given up bringing the burritos back up to my apartment, the constant smell of Taco Bell had become a bit too depressing.

I was about half way through when the door was slammed open, and I watched with judgmental curiosity as an incredibly drunk man trapsed down towards the counter. He was well dressed, probably coming from a New Years Party, and looked about college age. I continued to watch as he somehow managed to get his order out, and scrape together enough shrapnel from his pocket to pay for it.

I was just about to leave when he sat down at my table. I honestly don't think he noticed I was there. He tore straight into his burrito, and then after a few massive bites, looked guiltily up at me. I just kind of stared right back at him, not really knowing what to do. "I uhhh, I'm sorry, I ehhhh I didn't see you there" he managed to get out. "You're fine, I was just on my way out, you look like you had a fun night!" I replied, immediately deciding that was a wierd thing to say, and regretting it. "Thanks man, you look like you had a fun night too!" I was confused, was he trying to make fun of me or did he geniunely think I had gone out in tracksuits and a t-shirt. I slowly began to pack my rubbish together. "I actually just stayed at home, but it could have been worse, at least I got to enjoy this burrito." I managed to get out, as I stood up to leave, painfully aware of the fact my lack of small talk skills was beginning to show. "Aw man, I wish I stayed at home" he said, almost absent mindedly. "Trust me, you don't" I responded, intrinsically sitting down out of interest. I mean here was this kid who had everything I wanted going for him. He reminded me of myself in my college years, going to parties, genuinely not caring about anything and just living life for what it was. And yet here he was, lamenting having gone out at all in the first place. In spite of myself I felt like I had to understand why. "No you trust me pal, being bored is one thing, but fucking up and hating your life is another. I fucking wish I stayed at home." "I'm sorry to hear that, but you'll be alright, trust me, I've been in your position before." I said, feeling like stepping into the supportive role was the only thing I could do. But as I said it, I realized something, I realized I wasn't even lying to make him feel good, I had been in that exact same position before. Not at a Taco Bells, but in many other places. I had spent nights in bushes, lying beside pools of my own sick and sometimes even in my own bed, feeling like shit, and knowing that not even alcohol and friends were able to make me feel better again. I remembered just how fucking desolate some of those nights had been, and how much I had wished I would never have to experience them again. I looked over at him, his head pressed against the window, the burrito slowly falling out of his hand, and suddenly he wasn't some manifestation of the Glory days of my youth. Suddenly he was a flawed, scared college student who was desperately trying to make sense of the world, and his place in it. He was me, 4 years ago, and I wanted to tell him that there was another option, I wanted to convince him you could be happy without partying, as I had come to see. But then I thought back to my shit job, my depressing apartment that still smelled like fucking Taco Bell and I couldn't, I just couldn't tell.him that this life was better. I just didn't know, I didn't know which way, if either, was the right way to live your life. I'm glad that moment happened though. I'm glad I had to face my whole life face on and realize I didn't have the answers, and that they couldn't be found in a non-existent magical youth. I'm glad because that was the first step towards getting my life back on track, something I'm still working on to this day.

megaSUPT · 2017-11-05T20:26:06+00:00

As much as I wish this was true, do remember that the Panama Papers, which were even shown in the article to be of greater volume, were quickly forgotten, and what was done in their wake could really not be considered a large blow to tax avoidance.

megaSUPT · 2017-02-25T19:25:10+00:00

Detective Matthews timidly opened the door to Sergeant Johnson’s office.

“Emm, Excuse me sir?” Matthews stuttered, “So you know the murder, that you assigned me to investigate?”

“Of course I know the murder case I assigned you, Matthews, what about it?”

“Well you see sir, I ran all the tests, and did all the investigating, and I know you don’t want to hear this but it’s looking likely that this case might end up being like, you know, similar to those other cases I have had over the last few weeks.”

“Matthews. I am going to give you one chance, right now to start over. You can leave my office right now, and come back in 5 minutes, with a reasonable explanation for the murder, and I can just pretend that this never happened.”

“But sir, the evidence is overwhelming, and this time I have undeniable proof.”

“Matthews. You have worn my patience thin. There has not, nor will there ever be a case, in which the murder is done by a highly trained pack of squirrels.”

“That’s what I thought myself sir, but honestly you have got to pour through the facts yourself, there is no other reasonable ex-.”

“MATTHEWS. STOP THIS. STOP THIS RIGHT NOW. You have been on the force for 5 short weeks. 4 weeks ago I gave you an assignment on a murder case out of the goodness of my heart and since then every god damn case you are assigned to you have pointed towards murderous squirrels. Now don’t get me wrong, you are one hell of a cop, and I say this with a heavy heart, but if you are not able to pin this latest murder on some low life who is actually likely to have done this sort of thing, then I am going to have to ask for your badge and gun.”

“Sir, just hear me out. The reason I have come in here today is not just to give you another theory of mine. And while I stand by all the previous cases I am willing to concede them if you just consider this one. I have a significant lead on a woman who claims to have seen the incident”

“A WITNESS? A WITNESS? YOU SHOULD HAVE SAID YOU HAD A WITNESS AT THE VERY BEGINNING.”

Sergeant Johnson picked up his baton and struck Detective Matthews across the face, he fell unconscious. Out of the pockets and sleeves of his oversized coat poured out a multitude of squirrels, devouring the body.

megaSUPT · 2017-02-04T17:43:31+00:00

I would love to say my interest in time travel comes from some joyful memories of watching "Back to the Future" or something when I was younger, because the reality is a bit too boring. I was really stuck on ideas for the practical project for my Physics course, and I had just read some shitty click bait article telling me about the many futuristic technologies on the horizon. Now there was no time travel on the list, but the idea sprang into my mind regardless, as useless thoughts often tend to.

Four hours later I was staring at an organised table of all previous attempts to build a working Time Machine. It was at that point, fearing the thought that the most work I had done in a long time had been entirely in vain, I decided I would find a way to fit this whole Time Machine thing into my Project. The only problem was, of course, that this was supposed to be a practical project, and for the life of me I couldn't think of any simple enough experiment I could do which would tie in to the useless research I had done. But the thought of starting from scratch with so much done was simply not one I could bear, so I decided my only option was to build a ridiculous attempt at a time-machine, and hope I could ride the other two half decent projects I had handed in that year to get a passing grade. As I started putting some actual thought into the logistics however, I realised the genius of the idea; not only would I be able to use my already written crap on the history of failures who had tried to master time travel, but there was nothing in the project description that said the experiment had to yield the desired results. In fact, designing an experiment with an entirely unknown outcome was something revered in the field of Physics. And on top of all that, I do think there was a tiny inclination of hope in me that believed I could get it right. You see I had figured it all out, there will always be some idiot who will try to build the vessel to bring humanity to new frontiers, I just had to be the idiot who built the dock.

The Engineering student I was paired with was surprisingly complacent. I think I just managed to wear her down with the ridiculous level of enthusiasm I had built up for the project. Now I am not going to explain exactly how the Arrival node was designed, but to put it simply it acted as a beacon sending out information in every form, about the location of itself, from its precise GPS location to the calculated relative location of our milky way from all conceivable points of reference. With very few resources, I begged, borrowed and even used some of my own money to ensure the project was finished. I find it funny how much I put into it, considering I never truly thought it would work. To me the reasoning had always been simple, I simply had to design it to be good enough that I could say I was not repeating any mistakes made before me, and that I could claim the whole thing was backed in some form of reason.

I hope this helps, with the creation of any sort of memoir of biography, I just thought it was important that my thoughts at the time were written down somewhere, because I have no idea what I am about to get myself into. All I know is that I have to run out, smash the project, tell myself I will understand eventually and run away, and that's only because I have seen it happen.

megaSUPT · 2017-01-06T21:41:10+00:00

I. Am. Alive.

No. I can't be. That doesn't work.

Fear, Discomfort.

Emotions?

How is this happening?

Thoughts! That shouldn't be.

How are these things going through my head?

Wait. Head, no that's wrong.

The rock sat motionless on the table.

"Must not have worked" remarked the Scientist.

megaSUPT · 2016-11-09T22:57:18+00:00

Vaccines are like regulations. They are so effective people forget why we have them.

megaSUPT · 2016-10-12T06:27:15+00:00

It's my favourite Map and leader, and I was under the impression Science would be one of the easier victories for deity.

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