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As I thought about where to go next, a familiar voice called out to me.
"Hey!" they shouted. "What happened there? You were missing for a day and a half."
I looked over. The woman in the suit stepped into the open bushy area.
"I was taken back," I said. "I had to find my way back here. What happened to you?"
"I'm struggling to remember," she said. "It's… a blur. I got caught off guard by… something… I looked at the time and 1 hour had passed."
"Can you help me with the three murderers?" I asked.
"What I can do is investigate you, and while doing so, you'd be protected from interference. If anything actually happens, we'll just get the police on the phone." she said. "But come on. You need to come with me."
She walked me through the forest. I was glad to be in better hands. I didn't know which agency she was from, so I asked her.
"I'm affiliated with the Directorate of Science and Technology," she said. "CIA."
The CIA? I could only think of the worst things they've done. MK Ultra, enhanced interrogation… hopefully they've toned it down by now.
We walked onto a parking lot with a single black car. She unlocked the doors and told me to get in the passenger seat. I climbed in, buckled up, and hoped for the best. I decided to ask her some questions, as my curiosity was piqued.
"Is it okay if I ask you questions?" I asked.
"Depends on your intention," she said.
"Curiosity… about how much the government knows about my situation," I said.
"Well, yes, but don't push too hard or it'll be suspicious," she said, starting the car.
"The CIA… is investigating anomalies…?"
"Yes," she said. "We are studying natural scientific anomalies. Our goal is to go on a deep dive and discover everything about the physics of our reality. In this case, alternate realities and teleportation."
"How many people like me have been investigated?"
"Not too many to count," she said. "There's incomplete to no evidence for most of them."
"Was the Man from Taured real?"
"Man from Taured?" she asked.
I explained the story to her.
"Oh, no, that's an urban myth," she said.
"Any similar stories?" I asked.
"There was a man who mysteriously appeared at an airport in Virginia," she said. "That's all I can tell you at your level."
"Is NASA involved in this?"
"That's a bit above what I can tell you," she said.
"How long has the investigation into anomalies been going on for?" I asked.
"The 90s," she said.
"This is so interesting," I said.
"I'll give you a non-disclosure form to sign," she said. "Until then, I'm going to put the radio on."
"Am I asking too much?"
"No, not at all," she said. "It's just that it's going to take six more hours to get to where you live, so we're definitely going to need some music."
She turned the radio on. A Pop music station was playing The Weeknd and 21 Savage. Seemed normal enough. Nothing was off about the instrumentation or vocals. I relaxed myself, bracing for the rest of the long ride.
I caved in and asked her if I could receive full time protection from my alternate self, despite what she already told me.
"A helicopter is going to circle the area and scan for anomalous signals while 15 agents watch the area," she said. "They're just part of the investigation though. I'll need evidence of danger in order to act against said danger."
Luckily, all those agents were going to be around, so if my claims were proven true, I would be defended. It was nice to hear. I could rest assured, but I wasn't feeling right about the timing. What if my alternate self got tired of chasing me around, then shot me with something he pulled from some alternate reality I've never been to before? I could try to predict what those realities may be, but we didn't have the exact same things happen to us over the past six years, so there was no certainty.
As we drove through rural Pennsylvania, I asked her some things about me.
"How much do you guys know about alternate realities?"
"What I can tell you is we have always speculated about parallel realities. We didn't have much evidence until the 2000s when there was a sudden uptick in anomalous events that pointed to the existence of realities parallel to our own. Again, most of the time, we'd have little to no evidence of the alleged travels, but also little to no evidence disproving those travels. We have images and videos of stuff anomalous people took that we have hidden in our databases that we're… unsure of. The footage we've gotten from you is stuff I've never seen before. But anyway, we've run test after test after test. It's not safe for us to go in ourselves, so we only have what's alleged."
"So no teams came into our reality to talk to us?" I asked.
"We've witnessed anomalies in which people who looked like agents followed… well… other anomalous stuff into this reality, then, brought them back into a portal. We have no idea who they are. They've never spoken to us. Do you know who they are?"
"No," I said. "I've never seen or heard of them before. They must be chasing chaotic things."
"Sometimes they bring people here," she said. "We investigate those people, it turns out they're from here, and they start talking about… terrible places."
"How long has that been going on?" I asked.
"Late 2018," she said. "Even we feel like stuff is being kept hidden from us. We have agents in blue, but they're only one level above mine."
"I mean, I've been to 485 realities… or… well… 490 realities now, and I've never been contacted by them," I said.
"490?" She asked. "Are there any you don't mind talking about?"
"Oh boy," I said. "I've been to realities where the sun was half its size, the Earth had two moons, zombie apocalypses, zombie endemics, a reality where the dinosaurs were still around, where Mu was a real continent… it might sound like I'm ripping stuff from YouTube alternate history videos, but those are some of the ones I was curious about going to."
"Do you have any evidence of you being in these realities?" she asked.
"Well… I've taken some pictures," I said. "But not a lot. As I told you before though, I would like to go back and film all the interesting stuff."
She nodded her head.
"Are these pictures on your phone?"
"Yes, you'll find some on there," I said. "Just look for ones of pink sunsets, very realistic dinosaurs, dilapidated cities, and advanced technology. Smart homes and such. Oh, and I have some pictures I took in personally interesting realities too, so there's those ones, but it'll look like I just edited some webpages or found deleted scenes."
She nodded her head.
"Can you tell me about these personally interesting realities?" she asked.
"They're not very serious, but… I guess if it's important because… alternative realities…" I said, unsure of how much of the lesser serious stuff I was able to explain.
"You're under investigation," she said. "You need to tell me everything you know."
"I've been to realities where certain hyped up video games had been announced and released, where certain singers were much more popular, where one of my favourite shows went on as normal despite the pandemic. It was pretty interesting…"
"Try not to bring any personal opinions into this," she said. "This is just an investigation. We need unbiased information."
"Yes, of course," I said.
"Can you tell me of a specific one of those realities?" she asked.
"There was one where video of the Austin J. Tobin plaza on 9/11 was never lost," I said. "Whoever decided to call it LOL SUPERMAN back in 2006 was a piece of shit. I just wanted to see a rare historical angle."
She nodded her head.
"So, lost footage of historical events?" she asked.
"Not just lost footage," I said. "Unknown information. What if certain things were easy to figure out and had been figured out?"
"Anymore examples?" she asked.
"Well, I found out what happened to that Malaysian flight that went missing," I said. "I'm not sure I want to go there though, in case it turned out to actually be different from this reality."
"Anything else then?"
"I found out who shot JFK by going to a reality in which the shooter was identified," I said. "That sounds like it would be important to you."
"If you're sure of any details potentially being the same as those in our reality, you can tell us," she said. "But remember, we won't just believe everything you say. We'd need to travel to the realities in question for proper evidence."
I told her who the shooter was, then I got in over my head telling her everything else about my travels. I gave her every last detail of most of the other realities I have traveled to. I guess I never opened up about them. It helped me escape the anxiety I had about my alternate self. I was actually having some fun above the fear. I knew it was going to end soon, but with traveling to about 500 different realities, I learned to just live in the moment.
As we drove into Aurora, I was fidgeting with my hands. It was half an hour away. I asked the agent one last thing.
"Is there any advice you can give me?" I asked.
"Lure your alternate self into your room and get him to use the alleged device," she said. "As you've implied, we may have a small window of opportunity here. As I've said, we will be watching you. We have five plans for this scenario. Each one of them is committed to ethics and morality."
Well, it assured me once again. But not completely. With the unpredictability of this, it seemed just as likely things were going to get messy as it was for everything to turn out to be fine.
As we pulled into the driveway, I was frozen. This was it. It was time to face my alternate self. I climbed out of the car, expecting to be shot at any second. I gently opened the door. Once I could peek my head in, I did so gently. Nobody was around.
"Hello?" I shouted.
Nobody answered. I climbed the stairs and checked the living room. No one was there. The silence was killing me. The doors to the other rooms were closed, but I wasn't going to check them anyway. I needed to be in my room. When I walked into my room, nobody was in there. Thank god. I looked out my window. A black helicopter flew in the distance, probably just posing as a training exercise helicopter. I looked at the driveway. The agent was sitting in her car, talking into a radio.
My guts were tight. It was only a matter of time before my alternate self arrived. As I looked at the agent's car, I wondered if there was an alternative to having me face my alternate self. As I thought to myself, I heard three familiar voices. I looked in the direction they were coming from. When the three walked into my view, my stomach clenched harder. I sat beneath the window and listened in on what they were saying.
"It was so satisfying when she stepped on those nails," Billy said.
"Yeah and she was like oh my god! No!" Alternate me said.
The three chuckled in unison.
"And that was the 200th alternate Nicole we killed too," Billy said.
"Yeah… wait," alternate me said. "Who's car is that?"
"The light's on up there," Ian said. "Someone's home."
Well… I hope this ends well.
The front door creaked open. I felt like sinking as I heard their footsteps come in.
"Hello?" Billy shouted as she, along with the others, stepped in. The thumps of footsteps came up the stairs. What was going to be their first reaction? The footsteps got closer and closer, then Billy stepped into view. She looked into the room and stopped. Her eyes widened up.
"Nicole?" she asked. "How?"
I explained to her the whole government agent situation. How I explained every reality I visited. Then I told her if she tries anything, government agents are watching and they will intervene. There was a look of frustration on her face as I gave the warning. She opened her mouth, but then alternate me walked up behind her. She expressed the same amount of surprise.
"What's going on here?" Alternate me asked.
Billy repeated to my alternate self what I had just said. After hearing about what was happening, my alternate self had a confused look on her face.
"How aren't you dead?"
"I guess that place wasn't dangerous enough," I taunted.
Alternate me took out her device and pressed the big button, opening the portal. Her look of confusion turned into a look of determination.
"Step back in," she said. "Right now."
"I'm going to do what makes me comfortable," I said. I stood still, worrying she'd get aggressive, but remembering she wasn't strong enough to pound me.
The front door creaked open again. Multiple footsteps rushed up the stairs. Billy walked up to me, with the deepest look of frustration on her face, and grabbed my hands. I pulled my hands away, but Nicole and Ian walked up to me and grabbed me tight. While I was acting confident, I still felt as if I was about to throw up. I didn't want to go back to that reality. Come to think of it, I no longer wanted to go to any unfamiliar horrific reality for another year. Flashbacks of me watching people hit the ground and explode, seeing the tentacle creatures eat people, and the specks of death flying around all kept popping into my head and triggering anxiety attacks. I needed a break for the sake of my mental health.
I slowly attempted to move, but the three grabbed me tighter in response. I begged for them to let me go, even though I knew it wouldn't work. The dread was only getting deeper. The three brought me over to the portal, and with an overbearing strength, they pushed me back in.
I fell and landed on my back. I stared up at the ceiling, letting myself lay on the soft carpeted floor, wondering why I was still alive.
Well… hopefully I live, right?
I got back up, then I looked out the window. A distant trail of black smoke outlined the horizon. What made it worse was the dead silence. It was pretty surreal.
A light began to reflect in the window. I looked behind me. The portal was open again. A man in tactical gear walked out, stepping onto the floor. He asked me to come with him. As I took a step towards him, something pushed him forwards, straight into me. I fell backwards into the wall with a thud. The man stumbled over to the wall on my right and regained his posture as the Billy, Ian, and alternate me marched out of the portal. Alternate me closed the portal, then walked up to me. Looking me dead in the eyes, she spoke with deep frustration.
"Please understand that I just want you to feel bad for me."
"Um… you want to torture me," I said, still seriously not understanding her logic. "And I want to be comfortable and not scared because I'm about to die."
"You're so stupid," she replied.
"What is going on here?" asked the man in the gear.
Alternate me pointed her device at the man and pressed the button. A portal opened up under the man's feet, causing him to fall. I watched as the portal closed, hoping he wasn't sent to a different gruesome reality.
Two men in suits carrying handguns ran out of the portal. They asked us to freeze and pay attention to them. As they explained they needed us to follow some instructions for research purposes, the front door creaked open. Who could that even be at this point?
"Who's in here?" a male voice shouted.
"I think that's my dad," I said. "But an alternate one of course."
One of the agents walked out into the hallway. He told the man there was a classified investigation happening so he had to stay out of the bedroom. What he responded with chilled me.
"Alright, I see. I guess it has to do with my daughter's death? I know you can't tell me much but I'm looking for someone to talk to after she and her mother were… killed in Richmond Hill."
It was about time I thought more about my parallel self from the reality of the Giant Attacks. It was like speculating on what the fictionalized version of you would be doing in movies like the 2005 remake of War of the Worlds or 2012. Except this was a reality. Another parallel version of me died.
I felt a pain on my neck again. I glanced at my alternate self. She was smiling, Ian was giving me an evil glare, and Billy was giving me a look of disgust while resting her hands on her hips. That was the last thing I saw before I woke up sitting up against a wall in what looked like a bank. There were five others, all looking to be in different age groups, sitting across the room, in the corner to my left. Billy was standing in the middle of the room, speaking to them.
"No one is going to spoil this for me," she said. "I'm going to take the reality hopping stuff further. You know there's realities where advanced weapons exist in easy to use ways. You know there are realities where stuff that's unknown to us has been learned and is very well known. I could learn so much about the universe."
"Please… can I call somebody?" asked one of the older men. "It's not the police, I swear."
She walked into a room on my right. About a minute later, she walked out with a plastic box. She set the box on the ground, then she looked at the group.
"Give your phones to me," she said. "Put them in this box."
The hostages pulled out their phones, stood up, walked over to the box, and dropped their phones in. Then they went back to their spots.
She walked into the room again, this time returning with a water bottle. She twisted the cap off, then she threw it in my direction. She poured water into the bin. The five had distraught faces. The girl kept dumping water into the bin until the bottle was empty. She then threw the bottle at me. She carried the bin over to the five, then she set it down in front of the woman who talked.
"You can take your phones back now."
Alternate me and Ian walked in through the front doors. They raised their eyebrows, looking at Billy as she looked back at them.
"What are you doing?" Ian asked.
"I drowned their phones," Billy said. "Is it time to make them watch?"
"Yes, let's cut to the chase," Alternate me said. She glared at me, staring into my eyes with her usual look of entitled anger. "Nicole, we're tired of chasing you. I'm going to make sure you die here, and I'm going to make sure those people watch it happen."
She pulled out a chrome blue handgun with a design I had never seen before. She walked past Billy, then stopped a couple meters away from me. She pointed the gun at my forehead. There was no higher level of dread I could feel. It was time. In the back of my mind, I knew something like this was going to happen. My alternate self was going to get me somehow, somewhere. Part of me doubted it, as I didn't know what I would've done if I were psychotic and angry. I felt like time was slowing down.
"What k-kind of gun is that?" I asked, expecting little to no explanation.
"It's a brand that gives you the illusion of slowed time while pumping your nerves and organs with sharp pinching robots until you bleed out," she said. "It's from a reality where pain is always ensured as anybody dies."
I shook. Of course she'd explain it with that much detail. I was going out in pain, because of course I was. My alternate self knows all the personal events that have built up to my fear of dying in pain. There was nothing I could say, nothing I could do.
"No," Billy said.
"I need this," Ian said.
A gunshot rang out, striking Ian in the head. He fell to the tiled floor. The people in the corner twitched. The older ones covered their mouths while the younger ones looked more distraught. Alternate me turned around.
"What the hell are you doing?!" she shouted.
"It's best if I do this alone," Billy said.
"Well… I… okay… it doesn't matter," alternate me said. "Don't shoot me."
"As long as you don't interfere, I'll leave you alone," Billy said.
Alternate me pulled the trigger. My stomach was struck an excruciating pain. A painful tingling ran up to my face and down my legs. Alternate me lowered the gun and stared into my eyes with her look of determination. The tingling grew stronger. The excruciating painful bites started on my intestines, making me twitch. I laid on my side, almost jumping at every bite. My stomach and kidneys were the next to be bitten. I wailed. The tingling had grown strong enough to make me lightheaded.
"When will this fucking end?!" I screamed.
The pain was too excruciating for me to talk anymore, so I accepted those as my final words.
Screams echoed from somewhere outside. Billy stepped outside and looked to her left. As the screams continued, she walked towards their source, out of my view.
"Billy!" alternate me shouted. She walked up to the front doors. "Stay there or each of you get what Nicole has," she said, looking at the five hostages. As she pushed the doors open, a white light illuminated everything in the room. Alternate me stopped and looked back at the source of the light. A dark haired woman stepped out. She looked the room over, which included her making eye contact with me. I didn't see a way out of what was happening to my organs, so I didn't bother to scream for help.
The portal woman looked at my alternate self.
"Can you explain to me what's happening here?" the portal woman asked.
"I'm defending myself against my fake alternate self," alternate me said. "Who are you?"
"Agent Arilyn Campbell," the portal woman said.
Arilyn held her gun up at my alternate self's forehead and pulled the trigger. A silver dart struck her. She opened her mouth, but froze before she could speak. Arilyn walked up to her, then she pulled out a handheld device. She held the device up to my alternate self's face. From my angle, I could see a brain was going on. Different parts of my alternate self's brain were lit up. A minute into the scanning, POV videos of walking down side walks, riding in advanced cars, and using advanced phones played.
"So you're the one who's from reality 57470.1 in relation to this reality," Arilyn said. "Let's look at your wrongdoings."
The cool POVs switched to POVs of planting bombs, running people over, throwing people in front of trains, shooting people speaking to an audience, shooting people in various government buildings, drowning people, pushing somebody into a portal, shooting somebody with a glowing blue gun… it wasn't until I watched the repeated portal shoves that I realized the ones in the videos before all had the same oval head shape and facial feature orchestration as me. I had watched my death a couple dozen times over.
Arilyn slid the scanner into her vest.
"I'm taking you in," she said. She put my alternate self's hands in cuffs. This was amazing! I guess there is a team or two out there! Arilyn sprinted up to me. She took a smaller handheld scanner out of her vest and held it up to my face.
"Fuck," she said under her breath. "I'll be right back. Stay here while I get you something."
She took her device out of her vest and opened a portal. She ran into it, leaving me with my frozen alternate self and the shocked looking hostages. My shirt was soaked in tears. My nose, my hands… were red. I threw up on the floor. The portal reopened, then Arilyn sprinted out with a glowing red handgun. She knelt down in front of me, pointed the gun at my stomach, then pulled the trigger. A force hit my stomach. As I squirmed some more, the biting stopped. The tingling began to decrease. The tingling was going back down to the wound. Yes! Arilyn put the gun in her vest, then she pulled out some eye drops she put into both of my eyes. Within a minute, I was in a state of euphoric calmness I hadn't felt in years. Arilyn finished up by putting a bandage over my stomach.
"I'm going to get you to a surgeon for some repairs," she said.
"You're awesome," I said, slipping further into a euphoric high.
Arilyn stood up and walked up to my alternate self. I was glad this was ending, and that I was going to get to stay alive. Arilyn's equipment looked quite advanced. Maybe she was from my alternate self's home reality. That would be quite the narrow-minded assumption, however, considering all the advanced realities there has to be.
Arilyn opened another portal, beside my alternate self. She then grabbed my alternate self by the hands and dragged her into the light.
Three minutes after having left, the portal opened back up. Arilyn stepped out with a look of relief. I made eye contact with her. She looked into my eyes with a look of concern. She closed the portal, then she opened a new one to my left. I noticed right then the hostages in the corner were staring in my direction… likely at the portal, with looks of determination on their faces. Concern accompanied the determination when a certain growling noise echoed in from outside. From the sound of it, it wasn't too far away.
Two paramedics came out of the portal with a stretcher. I was carried onto the stretcher, laid down in a direction giving me a view of the front doors. The growl got louder and louder. A tentacle creature ran in front of the doors, stopping as it saw me. Chills ran down my spine, even despite the medical drug I was put on. It's appearance was still so uncanny. As the paramedics looked me over, there was a bang at the doors, followed by a clicking sound. The hostages' eyes widened. There was another growl, and with that, the hostages got up and ran towards the portal. The paramedics moved to either side of the stretcher and wheeled me through the portal.
"We don't have room for them," said the medic behind me.
On the other side, the portal closed right behind the medic pushing me, revealing a concrete wall. It was over. Well, sort of. I was wheeled down a concrete hallway with windowless steel doors. I was taken into one of the rooms. A surgery room, where I was asked a couple questions about medication, then I was given an anesthesia pill.
"Where am I?" I asked.
"It's best if we let Agent Campbell choose whether to give you that information," the medic said as he put an oxygen mask on my face.
Some time later, I woke up near a waiting room. A flat TV hung off the ceiling above me. A news channel was on. A female reporter talked about released footage of a cyberterrorist's terrifying memories of shooting hostages in the head. Apparently the footage was released via the Freedom of Information Act, and that they captured the terrorist's memories using a brain scanner called HICS.
Am I in some future reality or something?
The date was on the top of the screen, but only the month and day. June 18th.
What year is it?
In the midst of my confusion, Arilyn stepped into the room.
"How are you feeling?" she asked.
"Better," I said. "A little bit drowsy too, of course."
"Well once the anesthesia wears off, I'll take you back to your reality," Arilyn said.
Great! I was finally going back to the comfort of my home reality. All I needed to do was start the discussion about multiverse journalism. I'm going to hold off on going to the darkest realities for about a year, so until then, I plan on going to the tamer realities.
"I just have one question," I told Arilyn.
"Yes?" Arilyn asked.
"I want to become a journalist," I said. "But I want to record the events of different realities. Is there an extra reality hopping device I can have?"
"Well, I could work something out," I said. "But only because when you were asleep, I scanned your memories and saw many of the realities you have gone to. You have much more experience than I do, and it seems you have learned from your reality hopping mistakes. I know I've learned from mine. Hold on a second."
Arilyn stepped out of the room. Once she was gone, I remembered Billy. She said some things, then she left the building. Hopefully she was caught as well. If Arilyn caught my alternate self, she had to have caught Billy too, right?
Anyway, I have a lot of work to do. I'm posting this from an alternate reality on a computer that's able to send signals to different realities. It's pretty cool. I might not give any updates for a while, if I ever do. If I never update again, don't worry. I'm just busy.

I'm not sure if this is the right sub for this question. I have a PC desktop with a wired keyboard and mouse and dual monitors. I use it primarily for gaming, but the dual monitors would be very useful for productivity in addition to sitting at a desk. I also have a MacBook Pro. Ideally I'd like to use the PC for gaming only and all other productivity on my mac. I've been using both for years but much more mac fluent.
Is there a dock or some product that can easily switch both my monitors, my keyboard, and mouse between both. So if I were to dock my Mac via USB-C I could just switch monitor inputs and my mac is up there? The mouse and keyboard is trickier because I'd want them to work on both systems.
Currently I just slide my keyboard over and use my laptop, but then just switch back to my PC solely for the convenience of more and bigger screens. Is there a one or two step solution I can use with my existing products. I know there are newer monitors with USB-C integrations and better (non-gaming) mice that have multi system capabilities.
Do I need a desktop hub that can switch between the inputs? KVM switch? both? something else? Or is this just an impossibility altogether?

Hi all - I live in Los Angeles county but, not city of Los Angeles(my city does not have our own RSO laws). I've been in my current apartment for two years and just received my renewal notice last week to take effect May 1st. The renewal notice does not state if it is for a 6 or 12 month term - when I asked the property manager she said it will be the same rental rate for either length. The property manager said I have the option to go month to month but, the property management group likely would not put that offer in writing.

• Are they required to give a month to month renewal offer in writing? Would I sign a new lease that indicates it's month to month?
• Questions on AB-1482 ( Limits annual rent increases to no more than 5% + local CPI or 10% whichever is lower)
  • Does this mean that if I were to sign a 6 month lease, the potential new rental rate could be an additional 5% + local CPI at that time?
  • If I chose month to month, could they technically raise the rent each month as long as it meets the 5%+CPI rule?
  • Is annual defined by a calendar year or is it defined as 12 months from the date of the initial increase?

I'm calculating the renewal notice increase at 6.5% so, I guess I'm unclear if they can rate my rent an additional 3.5% before the 12/31/2023 or 5/1/2024 (if I were to chose month to month or 6 month term)?

Long story short last week one of our vendors got hacked and sent out a phishing scam email using a sharepoint link and session hijacking to bypass MFA (which we have enabled). One of my users, who was expecting a quote from this vendor, clicked it and entered their credentials. A week later their email was used to send out the same phishing email.
We followed the recommended Microsoft steps (https://learn.microsoft.com/en-us/microsoft-365/security/office-365-security/responding-to-a-compromised-email-account?view=o365-worldwide) to clean things up. I did a content search on his account to see what he sent out and then emailed everyone letting them know it was a phishing attempt and if they fell for it they should reset their own passwords and contact their IT people. I then sent out a internal email saying if anyone clicked on the link they also need to change their password and to remind everyone about phishing emails. Then to be extra careful we forced a logout of all 365 sessions using PowerShell:

Connect-AzureAD Get-AzureADUser Revoke-Azureaduserallrefreshtoken 

Which should have been the equivalent of going into the admin center on each user and clicking "Sign out of all sessions". We told everyone that they might have to re-login to things and to reboot. Then followed up with some exports of everyones inbox rules, forwarding rules, etc, to make sure no one else was affected. It was a super fun Friday afternoon into evening.
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This week 95% of our users are completely fine, no issues, everything works. 5% of our users are getting the "Need Password" prompt at the bottom right in Outlook right after it finishes syncing all folders. If they try to get to public folders, other mailboxes they have access to, etc Outlook hard locks for a couple minutes and then connects and looks fine. Opening up the "Outlook Connection Status" during this time and you can see under status it saying "Connecting...." for each one then disconnected, over and over until it figures it out and connects. But then will go back to Need Password after a couple minutes. But if you simply click on where it says "Need Password" as soon as it pops up it connects the user with no other issues and works fine.
So I search google and the majority of things tell people to set a couple of registry keys which Microsoft has a entire article about not doing (https://learn.microsoft.com/en-us/microsoft-365/troubleshoot/administration/disabling-adal-wam-not-recommended). Instead I followed the steps in that article which didn't help at all. Tried the Microsoft support assistant for this issue, also didn't work. Then moved on to:
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• Had the users change their password, reboot and log back into everything. This worked for one person.
• Had the remaining users disconnect their accounts (Under "Access work or school"), reboot, and log back in. They all got the MFA prompts and logged in fine. This worked for a couple more users.
• Deleted the remaining users profiles and put them back in. This worked for one user.
• Had the remaining users reboot and while at the login prompt we went into their drives and wiped out there "Microsoft.AAD.BrokerPlugin_cw5n1h2txyewy" folder under their user profile. This worked for a couple more users.

I now have 3 users left that none of this worked for. Each time they start up Outlook it connects at first, syncs all the folders, then says "Need Password". Again click on it and you are connected with no issues. Clicking on other folders, public folders, etc, and you are locked up for 2 - 3 minutes, then connected, then back to needing password. There was a couple similar posts here https://www.reddit.com/sysadmin/comments/114o7k3/follow_up_to_the_widespread_outlook_issues/ but we've already done those things.
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Anyone have any other ideas? It's driving me crazy, especially since the fixes are randomly working with no rhyme or reason that I can see.

Hi,
I am professional performance marketer with over 5 years of experience. I work for an agency and also moonlight for a handful of e-commerce client's. With the advent of AI tools everyday, it's becoming extremely easy to start marketing for any business. The time it used to put together a campaign went from almost 2 weeks to a matter of hours.
For most of my smaller client's, I set up just two campaigns on Google Ads and 3 campaigns on Facebook and pretty much optimize once a week. By this approach, some of the clients were able to achieve 3x to 6.5x roas.
For someone with non-marketing experience, it can be intimidating and may not know where to start and the process for starting paid ads. I have been working on a book that gives step-by-step guidelines to launch Google Ads for Shopify store owners using ChatGPT.
Link - https://ai-marketer.squarespace.com/

I'm thinking of splitting my Gary deck into two to create an aristocrats (non-Gary) deck and a Gary deck less focused on sacrifice. Here's the current decklist:
1 CMC:
4x [[Dark Ritual]]
2x [[Phyrexian Reclamation]]
2 CMC:
1x [[Persist]]
4x [[Gifted Aetherborn]]
2x [[Sign in Blood]]
3 CMC:
2x [[Murderous Rider]]
2x [[Attrition]]
3x [[Ayara, First of Locthwain]]
3x [[Vampire Nighthawk]]
2x [[Dark Prophecy]]
4 CMC:
4x [[Creakwood Liege]]
4x [[Abyssal Persecutor]]
5 CMC:
4x [[Gray Merchant of Asphodel]]
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20x [[Swamp]]
1x [[Bojuka Bog]]
2x [[Castle Locthwain]]
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My playgroup (mostly) plays decks that are cheaper than this, and we play casually with vintage rules to have the most freedom in deckbuilding. Cards like [[Nykthos, Shrine to Nyx]] will be added to the Gary deck eventually, but I plan on keeping the new Gary additions under ~$100 for now. I'm willing to throw some more costly cards into the aristocrats deck.
[[Creekwood Leige]] will be replaced by [[Phyrexian Obliterator]] in the Gary deck, and it may have a spot in the aristocrats deck.
Other considerations for the aristocrats deck:
[[bloodghast]], [[geralf's messenger]], [[blood artist]], [[zulaport cutthroat]].
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tl;dr:
Casual playgroup with Vintage rules. What should I remove from this deck to add to the aristocrats deck? New card suggestions for either deck? Any and all suggestions are appreciated. Thanks in advance!

Grand Theft Auto 6 (GTA 6) is an elusive beast that has eluded [official] detection for years. The current “big dog” Grand Theft Auto V was first released way back in September 2013, and has been available across two console generations (Xbox 360/PS3 and Xbox One/PS4). It will even be available natively on next-generation Xbox Series X and PlayStation 5 consoles, which is quite unprecedented in the gaming realm. So, while Rockstar seems reticent to just letting us wait in agony for any news on GTA 6, it is at least giving us some new updates on its two current hot properties: GTA Online and Red Dead Online.
In the case of the incredibly popular (and highly lucrative) GTA Online, Rockstar says that a big “summer update” is coming for gamers with a “fun mix of diverse” content to partake in. Even more interesting is the fact that the developers indicate that its “biggest update ever” is coming before the end of 2020. That update will include new Heists that will take place in a completely new location, which has definitely piqued our interests.
red dead online As for Red Dead Online, its next big update is actually arriving next week; on July 28th to be exact. Red Dead Online hasn’t exactly been teaming with new content, as the last big update for the online component of Red Dead Redemption 2 dropped way back in December 2019. However, Rockstar is promising a new Frontier Pursuit mode with a focus on “naturalism” and a new battle pass-type component, which is conveniently named Outlaw Pass. Finally, Rockstar says that it has addressed tons of bugs with the game and has taken community feedback to heart with this release, which is definitely appreciated.
In addition to the game updates on the way, Rockstar also took the time to address the well-being of its online communities. “We are also committed to ensuring that our games are fun for everyone and as safe as possible from modders, cheaters, hackers, and those who seek to harass other players,” said the company in its blog post.
“So far this year, we have taken action on hundreds of thousands of players caught violating community rules across both games. Please help us keep our communities safe and fun by reporting any sort of cheating either directly in-game or via our dedicated web reporting tools for both Red Dead Online and GTA Online.”
It's good to see that Rockstar is cracking down on those looking to spoil the fun for everyone, and its methods for “taking out” such offenders is among the best in the industry.

I am on the cap 1 team at my Walmart, I’ve been there for two years this upcoming August and I am just really ready for a change. I’ve talked to one of the TLs over ogp about transferring and I was just wondering what the steps are to transfer.
Thanks!

Hello everyone, I need help. I’m really lost here, and if you take the time to read my story, I’d appreciate any and all help/criticism, so long as it’s respectful and well-intentioned. This is going to be a bit of a long story, so please bear with me.
Let me start from the beginning.
Around eight months ago, I got hired at a store I’d been trying to get a job at for a few years. I met a girl there: let’s call her Emma. She was one link further on the chain than me, and awaiting a promotion. We got along for the most part; had a few things in common, and a few things we didn’t. I don’t want to go into detail, but some of the things she was very vocal about irritated me enough to mostly keep my distance. We’d talk on our shift, and I’d be friendly, but we kept it as acquaintances and only occasionally talked about the things we had in common (we did share numbers).
Then, a few months in, I walked in on her crying in the office (a room close to the breakroom, we work on a sales floor). She said she was upset because someone she’d trained was getting promoted to the position she wanted, and she was left without word on when she would get hers. I kept my distance but extended grace, as I genuinely did feel bad for her, and while she was embarrassed to have been seen so distressed, she texted me later thanking me for my kindness with her situation.
At this point, she was still saying some things that rubbed me the wrong way. These are general differences in surface-level values, to elaborate a little, but in hindsight they’re really not a big deal. She was also now texting me much more frequently.
Then, one night when I was closing, a mutual friend of ours (friend to her for longer than friend to me) came in and we had a discussion. Her (female) friend said,
“You know, me and [my sister] think Emma has a crush on you.”
I denied this, but I could feel things changing just from hearing the suggestion. Our friend insisted, and said, “I don’t know for sure, but I mean, just the way she talks to you and stuff…”
It mostly ended there, and we talked about other things, but I couldn’t stop thinking about this. Then, in January, Emma discovered a mutual interest of ours that we hadn’t spoken about before. We’ll say it’s figure collecting.
I said to her I had a lot of them, and she insisted i show her over text when I get home. So I did, and she was elated; all-caps responses, happy to be talking to me, and after a few back-and-forths, she suggested we go on a trip to go figure hunting. An actual trip, too—to a city over three hours away. This rang alarm bells for me, because I hadn’t imagined she’d be interested in spending time with a coworker like that. But I figured I’d get something out of it, so I agreed. The next day at work, she came up to me with a whole plan laid out—I’d leave my car at her place, she’d drive us down, and we’d go hobby shopping. The weather affected the intended date three separate times, unfortunately, so we were only able to actually go at the very end of the month. But when we did, I was shocked at how much fun I had. We shared stories, we talked the whole way there, and I realized we had much, MUCH more in common than I initially thought. Similar goals for life, similar beliefs, and to my surprise, we resolved the thing about her that had been bugging me (about that minor difference in values). I’d been expecting her to clutch her opinion on the issue, but she treated what I had to say with respect and fairness, and I did the same. Maybe I’d gotten into my own head a bit about it, and it prevented me from thinking of her in a way she deserved to be thought of as. (I know I’m being vague here, but I really just don’t want to talk about that part of it.)
Let me add this, too;
She told me a secret about herself before our trip. I won’t share it, but I took it to heart, and incorporated it into a figurine of her I made as a gift. In fact, the statuette I made had references to our inside-jokes, her favorite colors, and favorite foods, too. You may have a hard time visualizing this, so I’ll say that the medium I’m working in makes this kind of project easy to make look good. At the end of our trip, I gave the gift to her.
She was absolutely struck with emotion; she started sobbing, got out of the car, got on her knees and just cried. When I got out of the car, she hugged me hard multiple times, cried on my shoulder, and told me the gift was the most thoughtful thing she’d ever gotten. She couldn’t stop hugging me, crying, and after a few minutes of this she kissed me on the cheek twice and said that the time we’d spent together was amazing. I said thank you for driving me, and through tears she said, “oh, you were so worth it.” I drove home fucked up and flustered from that; I’d never gotten female attention like this before.
When I suggested we hang out again, she texted back, “Yes, god, please.”
For the past two months, we’ve been spending more and more time together; going out to lunch, dinner, riverside walks, and also going to fun things like skating and the tennis court with our coworkers. But we haven’t established any actual romantic intentions. In fact, when we spent time on Valentines Day and I gave her a card and chocolate, she said, “Oh god, I almost got you flowers, but I—I was overthinking it. I’ll give you flowers next time I see you.”
And she did. She gave me flowers of my favorite color. But as she gave them to me, she pointed to the various kinds and said, “These flowers represent friendship,” and other things as such. Now, look; at this point in our relationship, we ARE friends, but making a point of it like that was weird to me. Over time, she’s continuing to call me things like “homie,” and “friend,” and I could be overthinking it, but that feels deliberate. After a few brunches and dinners, she barely texts me anymore; we have a Snapchat streak going strong since the trip, but she says nothing of substance with it, it’s all random pictures and such to keep the streak going. I don’t push on this because I don’t want to come off as clingy or desperate. At work, when we have the chance, she DOES still talk to me about the things she likes and her life, but it doesn’t continue once she’s gone home. I’ve been stuck planning all of our outings so far; all she's put effort into was the trip. Now, every time I DO suggest something, she always does follows through; but the lack of communication and suggestions from her make this feel one-sided, and doubly so with all the “friend” terms. But I'm so confused, because now whenever we part, she kisses me on the cheek, and I kiss her there too.
There’s also the fact that she has since gotten her promotion, and is now my manager; and since going through this with a coworker is bad enough, I don’t need to explain why this makes things more complicated. She generally seems like the kind of person who doesn’t have respect for the rules at work, so I don’t think her position is something she thinks about too hard in regards to what is an appropriate off-the-clock relationship, but it’s something that bothers ME. In my state, manager and subordinate is legal, so it's not a moral issue I take with this, but that doesn’t mean it wouldn’t be a total shitfest if people found out. The drama would probably be awful, and I know neither of us want to leave this job.
So now I’m really conflicted, stuck, scared. Do I formally ask this girl out? I’m afraid I’ve misunderstood her feelings, and that asking the question will make things awkward between us from what feels like an inevitable rejection; as if I’d mistaken friendship for something more. I have never had a relationship before (and apparently, neither has she), and I don’t want to be the kind of guy who can’t get female attention without thinking it needs to be something more. But she always makes a point to say goodbye to me and hug me when her shift ends, we shared such deep feelings on our trip, and that thing her friend said to me keeps rattling around in my mind, not to mention all the little kisses. And -- even if it was absolutely certain she felt this way about me, is it wise to date my manager?
I’m sorry this post is so long, but it feels like there’s an incredible amount of context needed for this situation. Even then, there’s a little more, but I can’t lay out three months of life experience out in a post like this, so you’ll have to bear with me, and I’ll answer questions. Thank you for your time, I appreciate any and all questions, advice, or observations.

His plan is to take over Megumi's body so that he can use the 10 shadows to kill Gojo. ( I don't remember how this would help him, but it would). This plan has two parts:

1. Take over Megumi's body
   
2. Kill Megumi's sister
   

Megumi is alive, because of his sister. The second step would be easy, only if there wasn't a curse that was incarcerated using her body. So now Sukuna has to fight a curse to become much stronger ( I don't think he is with 20 fingers yet ), but I personally think it would backfire with Megumi wanting to live, so that he can take revenge on Sukuna for killing his sister. What do you think ?

Matt Murray and Ilya Samsonov, Maple Leafs Grade: B-plus
Jaws dropped around the league when the Leafs blew it up in goal and emerged with Murray and Samsonov as their duo. A gamble and another gamble.
And you know what? It’s pretty much worked out. The Leafs sit sixth in the NHL in even-strength save percentage. And, yes, the defensive structure in front of them is part of that. But Samsonov sits just outside the top 10 among starters with a .914 save percentage in 35 starts. He’s been a winning bet through and through, especially after signing for just $1.8 million on a one-year deal. Murray’s durability has predictably been an issue, but he’s had decent moments. I would argue he’s still trying to find his top form, so it’s a mixed grade for him.
Erik Kallgren (nine starts) and Joseph Woll (four starts) have also been needed this season when Murray and/or Samsonov have been out.
But overall, the Leafs’ front office gambled last offseason and has been proven right so far.
“This summer, I believed in the work of our goaltending department with Curtis Sanford, Jon Elkin and Hannu Toivonen and — more importantly — the plan they were going to use to try and get the most out of each goalie to play within our system,” Leafs GM Kyle Dubas told The Athletic via text message this week. “All four goaltenders have stepped up when truly needed this season and that is what has me most pleased with them. It’s a credit to all four of them and the goalie coaching staff. More importantly than putting excess pressure on the goaltenders, we want to have a consistent defensive system that goaltenders really desire to play behind.”
One thing about Dubas is every time he’s been asked about his team’s goaltending, he makes a point of mentioning his faith in all four guys — not just the top two — which is why he didn’t choose to pick up another netminder at the trade deadline.
Goals saved above expected: Samsonov, 12.2, 13th in NHL; Murray, 2.3, 36th in NHL.
McLennan: “The Leafs’ goaltenders have been good, when available to them, for the most part. There was a couple of weeks stretch where both of them weren’t that good. But outside of that, their goaltending has been what they wanted and needed. Put it that way.”
Source (The Athletic)
And before you ask: Oilers got an F for Campbell.
Complete grades:
Alexandar Georgiev, Avalanche - Grade: A-plus
Filip Gustavsson, Wild - Grade: A
Matt Murray and Ilya Samsonov, Maple Leafs - Grade: B-plus
Vitek Vanecek, Devils - Grade: B
Darcy Kuemper, Capitals - Grade: B
Ville Husso, Red Wings - Grade: C
Cam Talbot, Senators - Grade: C-minus
Jack Campbell, Oilers - Grade: F
No mention of the Hawks and Mrazek.

So I (20F) and my boyfriend (21M) have been together for a little over four years now. We did spend some time apart a few years ago while my boyfriend was dealing with his mental health as he believed he wasn't being a good enough partner and decided to take a step back, which I agreed with. For the two years since we've been very happy until October. My boyfriend lost his job in October and spent the next three and a half months sitting in his room, playing video games, and smoking copious amounts of weed. During that time I was still in school and working full time as I have bills of my own to pay while he would usually just ask his mother for money for gas or food. We both live at home for free but I do not ask my parents for money as we are not nearly as financially stable as his family. He also had been put off looking for a job as he didn't want to go back into food service but didn't know what else to look for. I had been telling him that beggars can't be choosers, especially as he is not in school with no intention of going back and only has experience in food service. I also told him that it wouldn't have to be a long-term job, just something to get him back on his feet and out of the house (something I really believed would help his mental health as his home life is not the greatest). In January I sat him down and expressed how unhappy I had become since I had been paying for almost everything and I was feeling a little under-appreciated. He also often forgets things that are important to me, like last-minute plans that we make, getting me flowers on an anniversary, etc. I also told him that I could see his mental health declining again and while I understand that he is going through something, I deserve better. He agreed and it seemed like we would be back on track soon, with him promising that he had been applying everywhere he could which I knew he was only telling me to appease me. He finally got a job at a restaurant on the weekends with the promise that he would have a full-time schedule when their new location opened nearby. When he got hired he promised me that he would start paying for dates and other little things here and there again but the thing is, he hasn't paid for anything in full since he started working last month. He says that it's because he only works two days a week and there's no money to spend but I see the fast food bags when I come over and how much he spends on drinks with his friends. Also on top of that, our sex life is not exciting and I often find myself uninterested. It's the same routine every time and every time I tell him that I need more lead up he just finds an excuse that he never knows what I want and is afraid of rejection. Every time I bring up an issue and try to get some solution from him he shuts down and doesn't say anything which makes things even worse. I've been thinking of ending things for a little bit but he keeps telling me that things will get better soon and I always find myself believing that to be true. I also don't want to end things and make it awkward as our friend group is fairly blended and I know I will also lose friends in the process if I go through with it. We also have paid for plans in the summertime and are in a DND campaign that would be very hard near impossible complete without him or me there. I keep telling myself to at least get through these plans and the campaign and then I can think about it again but I know that more plans are going to be made no matter how long I wait. I know that relationships, even lasting ones, have periods of hardship and dullness but I really do think that we're starting to head down a different path. It's scary to think that I want to end things because I am never one to leave any type of relationship I have, platonic or not. I don't want to leave people because I don't want them to feel like I'm giving up on them and I would never want anyone to give up on me. I am the type of person who will love someone until they tell me not to. People I've talked to about this before have said that I'm so young and I'll find someone new but four years is a long time when you're 20 and I know his mental health will be so much worse if I leave. I love him, I really do. But lately, I've found myself wanting to make new experiences. To make messy mistakes and leave when I please with no major emotional damage. I don't regret anything that we've had together, but I'm not sure if I would or wouldn't regret staying in a relationship like this.
TLDR: Bf of 4 years is going through a mental health decline and our relationship is declining because of it. Do I stay and wait for things to hopefully get better? Or do I leave and start again and try being single for the first time in my adult life?

(T,L,D,R PLEAS READ FIRST)
this is a little intro to the would that we will be building together but first we got to lay some group rules

1. Most important, we have to mesh well, so this can last long term.
2. New home built ruleset (do not let this scare you, its just little things for cool shit).
3. (Super flexible) but we will sit down together and plan a day or 2
4. I am looking for exactly 5 players,
5. we do personnel sessions or pcs an npcs or 1 on 1 with the pcs
6. this is not just my story its yours to ( pcs will have a big impact on the would)
7. discord an r20 is were will play ( dm me there if you in)

(THE STORY)
“In the vast reaches of life, the path will always lead to death. However, the journey to get there is my favourite part.
Welcome all who may join, this is a little project that I’m trying to start and this is where I wish to hear your story. Now I know you may not know where you are right now, this is not important .
[Clears throat] Anyways, we need to get back on track.
Let's start from the beginning, from the spark that started it all.”
[As your eyes start to wonder, a small light can be seen flicking in and out, an image of a world unlike ours within the light itself, almost like a new hope in the night .]
“The world only had 2 beings, the All-Giving Estefania and Avarice, the Web Weaver. They are the Beginning and the End, and as they are the first beings to take in the world, and the first to spring life in to the blank canvas that is the world
They paved the way for life itself and brought love to a place where that concept hadn't yet existed yet, Estefania was blessed with the gift to make grand works of art. In the discovery of this gift of mastery of the fiscal aka (master manipulation of physical matter to the very definition ). The more and more she explored her new powers she became overcome with greed for the masterpiece that she strove for, in this journey she made the stars and stars forum her quest. Whale avarice was left to tend to the aftermath with his power of (moving on). During this time this was the new life of the worlds that the two have made from the smallest blade of grass to the tallest tree, but something was missing from this masterpiece as she walked her land she could not hear sound it made her heart long for something more for this would. As she had realized that her want for sound turned to a need for it.
She began tirelessly working on this project while her lover cased away, forgotten by her. In this obsession of passion she felt nothing more than to make her music of life.
Avarice at this time had seen that his love had found a new passion in which he felt left in the shadows of these noises , heart broken and angry he started to weave the web of fate this put a timer on these noise of life as he spun this web he wove fear in the harts of life he gave them greed knotted in their souls and lust in their minds with this he made his own stephanie with the twining of the web . Now the wound that once stood as a single song is now divided and as avarice sat at his work desk his jealousy festered longer and longer.
vessels that had taken his place with his beloved where the goddess wanted nothing more for us to prosper and thrive only to have the Web woven around us, encasing humanity in this Cocoon of Mortality.
This world is yet new, no stories told, no songs written, no Heroes forged, no villains risen. That was the Mantra man once sung many lifetimes ago but now they have seen the horrors in the night, witnessed monsters that wrench apart villages. A corruption bred from the Father of monsters, Giver of Death.
you may ask yourself in this journey why am I telling you this story why am I relaying this message in your dream you don't even know what Journey I'm talking about the highs the deaths the love the songs of a new day is a head but let me tell you I'm excited for what you have to share until we meet again this is farewell you my wake up and welcome home (DISCORD tinnyg#6029)

I took a friend to pick up medicine from a pharmacy by her old house (approx 2 hours from new place) one last time before she transferred. The pharmacy let her know that while she usually does 30 day supply the insurance will now only cover a 90 day supply. The two options were to call insurance to update the restriction or have doctor update the supply amount.... I sat in the car for over an hour as she "went off " on the insurance rep. Honestly I get the frustration but I'm annoyed at the time being wasted being upset about it. The way I see it the easiest thing to do would be to call the doctor, let them know of the new 90 day rule and have it transfered to the new pharmacy. By the time we arrive the pickup would be ready! Instead we are wasting time sitting here hoping her yelling at the insurance will magically make something happen.