Bueno aquí va la mía .... Hace 1 año, llegó una nueva compañera de trabajo, desde el primer día , me llamó la atención , más no entablé ninguna conversación con ella. en mi trabajo hacen fiestas todos los años ,en una de esas fiestas llegó ella , pasando el momento de la comida , llega el de baile , salimos todos a bailar , siempre en las fiestas empresariales con un grupo hacemos un circulo de 5-7 personas con las que me llevo bien , ella estaba ahí , Hicimos contacto visual y sentía esa corazonada que los 2 queríamos bailar solo nosotros Pero no sabíamos como hacerlo, yo traté de bailar con ella Pero nunca se me presentó la oportunidad ,después de ese dia , ya medio conversaba con ella en el trabajo , en Instagram nos respondíamos las historias y hasta ahí ,más nunca le pedí WhatsApp , soy malo para entablar conversaciones largas
En este año se realizó una fiesta empresarial ,no sabía que ella iría.
En la mesa donde estaba ,le dije a mi grupo que ya era la hora del baile , nos levantamos para ir a la pista de baile , no me percaté ni en que momento llegó la chica y se metió a mi grupo y se colocó a la par mía, y no me había dado cuenta , hasta que la veo y dije "que raro pero okey" nos salimos del grupo y bailamos solo nosotros toda la noche. En mi mente creía que empezaba una "conexión "
A las 2 semanas me entero que le estaba tirando la onda a otro compañero de trabajo y teniendo novio?
No e tenido novia ,así que eso de las indirectas o saber si una chica le gustas no tengo idea de cómo distinguirlo
Mi pregunta es
¿ Cuando se te acerca una chica es por qué de verdad está interesada en ti? O es que solo se te acerca por qué proyectas "buenas vibras"
En mi trabajo soy bastante alegre , carismático , y llevadero , me llevo bien con todos y todos me conocen
No sé si me expuse bien mi caso. De antemano muchas gracias

Hola antes que me funen lee la historia Mi amigo y yo teníamos la costumbre que saliendo de la escuela íbamos hasta la estación de autobuses para poder irnos sentados en todo el camino que hacia el autobús hasta llegar a nuestra casa, ya que para cuando pasará el autobús por la parada de nuestra escuela este estaba completamente lleno por lo que teníamos que irnos de pie, así lo hicimos durante los tres años hasta que un dia nos pasó algo de muy mal gusto. Como todos los días normales saliendo de la escuela llegábamos a la estación y tomábamos nuestro respectivo asiento, ese día el autobús no se llenó por completo solo quedaba dos asientos uno que estaba en la cabina del chofer y el otro con los demás pasajeros, pasa que el autobús se puso en marcha y en la siguiente parada se suben dos amigas una de ellas estaba embarazada. La amiga de la embarazada se sube primero y se sienta en el lugar donde estabamos los demas pasajeros y el chofer muy amable le dice a la embarazada "aqui en la cabina hay un lugar" pero la embarazada con tal de ir echando chisme con la amiga se nego y prefirió irse parada; justo mi amigo y yo estabamos sentados cerca de donde estaba la amiga y la embarazada los demas pasajeros esperaban a que nosotros le sé diéramos el lugar a la embarazada a lo que nosotros cansados y viendo que la embarazada se negó a sentarse en la cabina con tal de ir platicando, llegamos a la conclusión de que la vida de su bebe era menos importante que la plática entre ella y su amiga, derrepente una señora nos vio feo y decidió sederle el lugar a la embarazada cuando está se para nos tiró una indirecta que dijo "yo te doy el lugar por qué yo si se que es estar embarazada y aparte la juventud de hoy en día no tiene valores" a lo que yo cansado y molesto conteste pues la verdad yo nunca me he embarazado por eso no me importa, en pocas palabras afirme que no le iba a seder mi lugar ahora te pregunto soy el malo?

Bueno aquí va la mía .... Hace 1 año, llegó una nueva compañera de trabajo, desde el primer día , me llamó la atención , más no entablé ninguna conversación con ella. en mi trabajo hacen fiestas todos los años ,en una de esas fiestas llegó ella , pasando el momento de la comida , llega el de baile , salimos todos a bailar , siempre en las fiestas empresariales con un grupo hacemos un circulo de 5-7 personas con las que me llevo bien , ella estaba ahí , Hicimos contacto visual y sentía esa corazonada que los 2 queríamos bailar solo nosotros Pero no sabíamos como hacerlo, yo traté de bailar con ella Pero nunca se me presentó la oportunidad ,después de ese dia , ya medio conversaba con ella en el trabajo , en Instagram nos respondíamos las historias y hasta ahí ,más nunca le pedí WhatsApp , soy malo para entablar conversaciones largas
En este año se realizó una fiesta empresarial ,no sabía que ella iría.
En la mesa donde estaba ,le dije a mi grupo que ya era la hora del baile , nos levantamos para ir a la pista de baile , no me percaté ni en que momento llegó la chica y se metió a mi grupo y se colocó a la par mía, y no me había dado cuenta , hasta que la veo y dije "que raro pero okey" nos salimos del grupo y bailamos solo nosotros toda la noche. En mi mente creía que empezaba una "conexión "
A las 2 semanas me entero que le estaba tirando la onda a otro compañero de trabajo y teniendo novio?
No e tenido novia ,así que eso de las indirectas o saber si una chica le gustas no tengo idea de cómo distinguirlo
Mi pregunta es
¿ Cuando se te acerca una chica es por qué de verdad está interesada en ti? O es que solo se te acerca por qué proyectas "buenas vibras"
En mi trabajo soy bastante alegre , carismático , y llevadero , me llevo bien con todos y todos me conocen
No sé si me expuse bien mi caso. De antemano muchas gracias

Hola, Trabajo en una pizzeria, el ambiente con los compañeros es bueno, pero cuando se trata de gerente hacia arriba siempre hay algun problema. Putadas con dias libres, vacaciones, que si ellos nunca tienen la culpa........ Pero eso es tema aparte. Lo que pasa es que llevo ya tiempo viendo cosas de cuestionable legalidad y queriendo denunciarlos a la primera oportunidad que tenga. Los empleados somos todos jovenes y se aprovechan de eso ya que no tenemos mucha experiencia ni conocemos bien nuestros derechos.
El tema es que hace como dos o tres semanas dejó de funcionar el aire acondicionado, y si de por sí ya hacía calor en cocina por el horno (que además yo soy el hornero) ahora es un infierno el local entero. Al punto en el que se quejan los clientes, pero aun asi aun no han venido a arreglarlo aunque ya se haya avisado varias veces (también es tipico que se tarden por lo menos entre un mes y casi un año en arreglar cosas, como el lavavajillas que tardaron como un mes, un grifo que estuvo por lo menos 4 meses chorreando agua por abajo y otro igual unos 8 meses).
Por lo que he visto la temperatura maxima recomendada/permitida es de 25 grados, y si es mayor podemos negarnos a trabajar, y estoy más que seguro que por lo menos son 30 grados SIN ESTAR en el horno. Pero no estoy seguro de eso, por eso pregunto.
También tengo pensado llevar un reloj termómetro para ponerlo en la cocina y hacer foto de este cada hora que esté trabajando para luego mandárselas al manager como amenaza (y así me siento mejor conmigo mismo ya que me han tocado los huevos últimamente, a mí y a todos mis compañeros).
Podría denunciar para que llegara inspección? El jefe sabría que vendrá inspección? Podriamos salir malparados los trabajadores?
Gracias de antemano !!

hola buenos dias gente lamentablemente me quede sin trabajo y tengo que vender a mi cariñosa que siempre me acompaña en los malos momentos y me estoy quedando sin plata xD
soy de barrio colon / general urquiza cerca de la sabatini y sargento cabral
por ella pido 500.000 si alguno esta interesado le mando un privado

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unico detalle buena limpieza en su interior

Hola buenas noches hace unos dias empece con el problema que mi placa de video prendia su luz led...sin problemas de rendimiento
y me empece a preocupar hoy decidi sacar el disco duro y ahora estoy testeando que no prenda dicha luz de nuevo
existe algun codigo de los errores de la RX 580 8 GB? (LED)
parpadea 1 vez sola y a los 20 m parpadea de nuevo 1 vez
y debes en cuando 3 veces seguidas hasta 4
ahora mi pregunta es posible que el disco duro cause este problema y la placa de video es la que me advierte?

Hola, para las personas que estuvierona punto de suicidarse y se arrepintieron, alguien los detuvo o simplemente no tuvieron éxito, valió la pena "volver a nacer"?, no estoy de acuerdo con quién dice que suicidarse es para valientes o para cobardes, el suicidio es una acción y luego está la relación que tienen los humanos con este acto, siendo sinceros lo he considerado viable muchas veces, y no estoy triste, ni soy satánico, simplemente soy flojo y supongo q muy egoísta, egoísta por no pensar en el dolor de mis allegados al pasar por esa situación, pero flojo pq no le encuentro un sentido a la vida y no lo busco tampoco, no encuentro mi propósito, no encajo, y sinceramente morir sería evitar años de trabajo, desilusiones, problemas, y todo tipo de cosas malas, igual dps de hacerlo no sabras si tus familiares sufrieron o no, estarás muerto, con esto no digo q lo hare o q no lo hare, digo q no es la gran cosa, nadie está obligado a opinar igual a mi y viceversa, gracias.

Like an old gate with rusted hinges, Rob's eyes creaked open very, very slowly.
His mind was even slower to comprehend the fact that he was still alive. Rob's brain felt as if it was stuffed full of cotton, his synapses wading through molasses. He simply lay there motionless, resting in what seemed to be an excessively comfortable bed, blankly staring up at the ceiling.
An indeterminable amount of time passed. Eventually, he scrounged up enough energy to form a coherent thought.
Guess I made it.
It wasn't the most jubilant of victory cries, but he would save the celebrating for when he had more liveliness than a months-old cadaver. For now, rather than being overjoyed at his survival, Rob just felt a diluted sense of surprise.
How? Even though he'd collapsed in front of the world's top Soul Surgeon, and even though Vul'to possessed a Skill that was essentially tailor-made to save him...Rob could remember the state his soul had been in. It wasn't pretty. Truth be told, he kinda hadn't expected to wake up again.
Yet he had.
Awesome.
Rob sank deeper into his bed, as if he was enveloped by cushions of soft clouds. Questions lethargically rose up in his thoughts, none of which he could answer. How long had he been unconscious? Were there any side effects from his soul treatment? Was Elatra doing okay in his absence? It would be extremely on-brand for a new catastrophe to have popped up while he was snoozing.
Well...they can handle it. I'm on break.
His eyes gently closed. Rob allowed himself to drift off into tranquil slumber, enjoying the feeling of going to sleep when there weren't multiple impending dooms hanging over his head.
It was easy without static blaring inside his skull.
--
When he awoke again, he immediately felt that his mind was far more alert and active than before.
Rob breathed out a small sigh of relief at that. It would've sucked to get lasting brain damage as a complication of his soul infirmity, especially after shrugging off dozens of physical head-blows no problem. Now, with the incredible power of 'thoughts that weren't running on dial-up internet', he managed to turn his head to look at somewhere besides the ceiling.
Peering around, Rob was wholly unsurprised to find himself in a Fiend hospital. He identified his surroundings at a glance. Fiendish medical architecture had been burnt into his memories over the course of the Corruption epidemic.
Vul'to and Hauz must've healed me, then stuck me in a private hospital ward where I could rest up. His eyes swept across the rest of the room. Wonder where they–
He froze as his gaze reached the corner. There, Keira was sitting on a chair, asleep.
The Savage Warrior had seen better days. She was sleeping at an odd angle, her posture slumped in a way that hurt Rob's spine just to look at. Her hair and clothes were disheveled, a distant cry from the casual aesthetic perfection that Elves seemed to portray without even trying. And the greatsword that she was so intensely proud of had been propped against the wall, almost as an afterthought.
Rob winced with guilt when he noticed Keira twitching as she slept. Her mouth scrunched into a faint grimace as lines of worry etched deeper onto her face. While he'd been luxuriating in a cushiony bed of soothing clouds, her forays into dreamland had apparently been fitful and restless. How many days has she sat there praying for me to awaken? How many weeks?
The answers he sought were sitting right in front of him. Rob hesitated briefly before speaking – but only briefly. He'd kept his friends waiting for too long already.
"Keira?"
Her head rose so quickly that her neck made an audible crack. She went from sleeping to aware within a tenth of a second. Keira momentarily sputtered, then stopped just as quickly when she set her gaze on Rob. Her eyes widened to the size of white dish plates, contrasting the dark circles underneath.
Another pang of guilt stabbed at Rob when he saw hope and disbelief warring in her expression. "You aren't dreaming," he offered. "I'm–"
Her chair clattered to the ground as she leapt towards him.
Rob had never felt happier to have put so many points into Vitality. Without that, he likely would've been crushed to death by the bonebreaking hug that Keira proceeded to wrap him with. Wooden splinters dug into his back as she attempted to squeeze the life out of him. She'd shattered his bed with the force of her leap, and neither of them cared.
"Missed you too," Rob mumbled, carefully returning her embrace. It was odd to know that he actually possessed significantly more Strength than her now. He didn't want to treat her as if she was made of glass, but compared to him, everyone was. "I love you. Glad I have the chance to say that again."
Keira said nothing. She just retained a steel grip on him and dug her face into his chest. Rob could practically see the tension seeping out of her – like an overstressed pressure valve that had finally been granted release. He felt wetness on his shirt, and with a jolt, realized that she was silently crying.
She became the de facto Party leader while I was gone, he remembered. That means acting as a figurehead for the others to rely on. Suppressing her doubts and concerns, even if she was probably more anxious than anyone.
For the third time, Rob was ambushed by guilt, its army seizing vast lands of territory within his heart. "I'm sorry that–"
"No." Keira shook her head without looking up, smearing tear streaks onto his shirt. "No apologies today. Just...let me be happy that you've come back to us."
"...Okay."
It wasn't long before Rob was crying as well. The two of them stayed that way for almost half an hour, neither speaking, letting tears fall, their relief gradually sinking in until it became real enough to believe.
I'm alive, Rob confirmed. I'm alive. I'm alive. I'm alive.
He squeezed tighter. And I'm never leaving again.
Eventually, the waterworks dried up. "Don't know why I'm like this," Keira grumbled. She lifted her head, eyes reddened, an irritated look on her face. "Hauz informed us that you would awaken one day, and that it would be sooner rather than later. Yet I can't help but fall to pieces when I should be shouting for joy."
"It shows you care," Rob said, smiling. "I would've been annoyed if you didn't shed a tear or two."
Keira snorted. "Or two, he says." She pointed at his shirt, which had transformed into something of a damp cloth.
"Pretty sure half of that is from me." He paused. "Out of curiosity, how long have I been unconscious?"
"Three weeks to the day."
Rob let out a low whistle. "That's supposed to be 'sooner'? Oh, right, Elatran standards. You guys live for hundreds of years."
"So do you, now."
"Weird to think about." He idly played with her hair, noting once again that it looked and felt less cared for than usual. Not that he had any room to talk – he sorely needed a shave. "Did you spend the whole three weeks sitting in that chair?"
Keira shook her head. "We watched over you in rotating shifts. Admittedly, I comprised the majority of those shifts, although the others have all visited you on many occasions."
With an aggrieved sigh, the Savage Warrior glanced at the front door to their room. "And speaking of the others...perhaps we should contact them. Tempted as I am to monopolize your time for myself, they also exhibited no small amount of concern for your well-being."
"Aw, that's – wait holy shit my voice!"
Keira blinked. "Yes? You sound perfectly normal."
"I SHOULDN'T!" Rob had started waving his hands in random patterns, as if the motions would help him make sense of the world. "My voice was fucked up back when we were fighting the gods! It was a side effect of–"
At once, he froze. "Huh. Just remembered that I haven't checked my system notifications or Character Sheet yet." He gave Keira a serene smile. "If you'll excuse me, I need to go have my worldview broken and reforged."
"By all means." She waved him off with an air of nonchalance, but it was clear from the sudden tightness of her posture that she was putting on a brave face for him. Keira wanted to know what had changed almost as much as he did. Breathing deep, Rob opened his log of system notifications and scrolled up, understanding that what he read now would shape the future direction of his life.
Alert: Soul Repair has been used on your body!
Alert: Due to the ridiculously damaged state of your soul – that exceeds even our lofty expectations – Soul Repair is struggling to reconstitute everything it possibly can!
Alert: Seriously, Rob, what the fuck?
Alert: Soul Repair is trying its very best and you had better appreciate it!
Alert: Hauz the Soul Surgeon is helping with remarkable finesse and expertise! If the gods had lived, his soul would have certainly been crystallized into a Skill! Please don't tell him we said that!
Alert: Soul Repair has completed! Your Soul Instability is cured!
Alert: Due to the aforementioned difficulties, liberties have been taken during the healing process!
Alert: If you wish to lodge a complaint, please note that Soul Repair's Description contains a line stating 'Unintended side effects may also occur.' We included it for a reason! It was vague on purpose!
Alert: You are genuinely lucky to be alive right now!
Although Rob wasn't finished perusing all of his unread system notifications, he closed the list and massaged his temples.
"Keira..." He sighed. "You know that feeling when someone frustrates you, but they've got legitimate reasons for it, so you have no choice but to give them a pass, and that just frustrates you more?"
She gestured broadly towards him.
"Okay, I deserved that." The corners of his lips crept down. "Question: how did Hauz act when he was performing soul surgery on me?"
Her lips slowly morphed into a frown that mirrored his own. "He claimed that you would be fine," she began, with a look of dawning realization. "He claimed it...repeatedly. As if to reassure himself. And he didn't speak a single word of sarcasm."
Rob couldn't help but glance down at his body. His hale, hearty body – that had probably come close to flatlining a dozen times.
"Fixing my soul was a shitshow," he plainly stated. "Even if the Skills hadn't told me as much, their notifications were outright snarky. They've been snarky before exactly once. I think the process stressed the hell out of them."
Keira's frown flipped into a smile. "You are their hero and savior, Rob. I think they would have been devastated were they unable to save you. Consider their 'snark' as an expression of immense gratitude."
"Trust me, I'm not complaining. They can snark at me all they want. Soul Repair pulled my ass out of the fire. I owe them, if anything."
She raised an eyebrow. "I sincerely doubt they would agree with that assertion. Regardless – what else have you discovered? Did you learn why your voice has reverted to its original state?"
"Not yet. Had to take a minute after reading...the other stuff."
"Fair."
Smirking, he re-opened his log of system notifications and continued onward.
Note: Based on prior behavior, you are likely to assess these notifications soon after you wake from your coma, starting from the top and working your way down.
Note: If so, we advise pausing this readthrough and checking your Character Sheet – assuming you have yet to do so.
Note: We also advise that you not be alarmed about what you will find.
My Character Sheet? Rob furrowed his brow. Haven't been able to open that since I got Soul Instability, which...
Was cured.
Oh.
With a burst of nervous intent, he brought up his Character Sheet. Rob flinched as, instead of an error message telling him it was unavailable, his vision filled lines of familiar text.
Mostly familiar. There had been several notable changes.
Character Sheet Name: Rob Level: 124 [LOCKED] Race: Human Class: BERSERKER (LV 99) Sub-Class: Crystal Bearer (LV 7)
HP: 14263 / 14263 Stamina: 614 / 880 MP: 3670 / 3670 Status Effects: Melancholia (Moderate), Guilt (Moderate), Self-Loathing (Low), Relief (High), Confusion (Moderate)
Strength: 292 Vitality: 490 Endurance: 88 Dexterity: 392 Perception: 337 Mind: 352 Magic: 367 Unspent Points: 0
I...lost Levels.
Even amongst a list of peculiarities, the words 'Level 124' stuck out to him like a blaring neon sign. Levels were the lifeblood of any Combat Class user – it was largely how they defined their self-worth, mentally unhealthy as that might be. That was the natural end result of a society that elevated the importance of martial prowess above everything else.
And while Rob wasn't a native Elatran, he'd come to understand why so much emphasis was placed on that unassuming little number. After all, without Limit Break pushing him above Level 99, he never could have killed the gods and protected everyone he held dear. Levels were a representation of someone's capacity to impose change upon this world. He refused to let them define him as a person, but they still mattered.
A lot.
So perhaps he shouldn't have felt surprised when a minor panic attack took hold of him. I lost Levels. His hands were shivering. I fucking lost Levels!
Not just a few, either. He'd been over Level 140 when fighting Kismet's gang of gods. This was 16 Levels lost at minimum, and lord knows how many stat points along with them.
Strength, Vitality, Dexterity – it's all lower than it should be. Rob grit his teeth. Keira asked him what was wrong, but he kept silent, not wanting to voice the change out loud. This is going to set me back so damn far. I needed that power in order to...
...
To...kill the gods? Been there, done that. The Blight? Sent packing. Ragnavi? Crispy-fried. The aberrant Dungeons that were brewing across Elatra? Cleared out like yesterday's trash.
Huh. Rob rubbed his chin, his panic slowly replaced by embarrassment. Why had he been freaking out, again? His greatest foes were already dead. Sure, he needed power to be an effective Leader moving forward, but he still had that in spades.
By Elatran standards, Limit-Broken Level 124 was functionally invincible. Using the general rule of 5 stat points equals 1 Level, he was actually around Level 450. That wasn't even counting how Never Forget Your Rage could dramatically increase his stats if necessary. If Rob wanted to, he could single-handedly raise himself up as an unstoppable tyrant, ruling over Elatra with an iron fist, and literally no one would be able to stop him.
The more he thought about it, the more he concluded that he wouldn't miss those Levels. If anything, their loss was a blessing – because he was fairly certain that they were also related to the second-most shocking change on his Character Sheet.
Race: Human
Not 'Human (?)'. Not 'Ascending HUMAN'.
Just...Human.
Rob was no longer a nascent divinity. He'd lost the qualifications to Ascend, and his absent Levels were likely to blame. It also tied into another known side effect of Soul Repair – the one responsible for the [LOCKED] status on his Levels.
'If the afflicted soul is highly unstable, it may be determined that the only way to prevent collapse will be to set it in permanent stasis. As such, the soul will then be repaired, then locked into place. The owner of this soul will be unable to gain Levels, upgrade Skills, or learn new Skills.'
Its effect seemed to overrule the part of Limit Break that let him bypass Elatra's Level 99 cap. And without him leveling up until he nearly fractured the system, he would never reach the same heights as before. Achieving divinity was out of the question.
He was, now and forever, Rob the Human.
Perfect.
Rob had witnessed the memories of various godlike entities, and honestly? Pass. They were universally miserable, and he wasn't so arrogant to think that he would be the one to buck the trend. Being mortal suited him just fine.
Although I'm over twice as powerful as Ragnavi was, and everyone viewed her as an untouchable demigod, but whatever. She intentionally fostered that reputation. I can go half-and-half.
Currently, he was at an ideal middle ground. He's lost enough strength that his existence could masquerade as 'normal'. His voice sounded ordinary, his aura of power could be reasonably constrained, and he wouldn't have to treat the world like it was absurdly fragile...just a little fragile. Rob intended to live life so unobtrusively that the Elatrans would almost forget he was terrifying.
Unless, of course, he was forced to remind them. Because he was also strong enough that he could instantly end any threat that dared oppose him. Pointless wars would cease to be, simply due to the risk of him stepping in – like he was a living, breathing deterrent. And if Elatra cooked up some new apocalyptic calamity, he would send it flying into next Tuesday with a flick of his wrist.
It was the best of both worlds. Mortal when he wanted to be, demigod when he needed to be.
Rob exhaled. Having finally calmed down, he took another glance at his Status Effects.
A victorious smile inched upwards. While expected, seeing Leveling High and Soul Instability fucking GONE from his Character Sheet was oh so satisfying. The sensation of pure, unadulterated freedom he felt in that moment could not be overstated. It was like binding shackles had been released from his mind, body, and soul, leaving him lighter than air and with endless possibilities for the future.
He let himself soak it all in for a short period. When he'd gotten his fill, Rob closed his Character Sheet and returned to scrolling through his log of system notifications.
Note: Welcome back. Despite advising you not to be alarmed by what was on your Character Sheet, we shall proceed under the assumption that you were, in fact, quite alarmed.
"Rob?" Keira asked. "Why are you thunking your head against the wall?"
"Tell you later."
Warning: Despite the considerable efforts of all involved, some parts of your soul have been irrevocably lost.
This will result in a measurable, yet unavoidable reduction in combat efficacy.
Such was the cost of Breaking your Limits in numerous ways. No mortal could ever hope to challenge divinity without incurring some sort of price.
However, do not fear. Nothing related to personality or memories was lost. You are still you.
Addendum: I would also like to point out that this power reduction won't adversely affect your lifestyle whatsoever, so don't start bellyaching when you only get to be the apex organism of two entire worlds and
Rob burst out laughing when he saw the notification cut itself off at the end. It gave off the impression of one Skill furiously typing on a keyboard, then a second Skill desperately pulling them away before they could shove their foot even deeper into their mouth.
As it turned out, when the Skills weren't being constantly tortured by the gods – and busy plotting revenge that was millennia in the making – they were able to goof off a bit and express some of their actual personalities.
Imagine that.
"For the record," Rob began, looking up at Keira, "everything is fine. But before I explain what happened, I have to ask – did you know that I'd lost Levels? I'm guessing at least one of you tried to Identify me after the surgery was over."
Keira winced. "I...yes." Her countenance was one of contrite awkwardness, as if she'd committed a glaring social faux pas. "We were aware of your...condition, although we were also unsure of how exactly it would affect you."
Her eyes shone with concern and a strong undercurrent of fear. "You truly are fine? That isn't a lie to set my nerves at ease?"
Something clicked in Rob's mind. Peering at Keira's distraught face, he realized that while he had initially felt unnerved and discouraged over his lost Levels, it probably seemed way worse from the perspective of a native Elatran. He'd only been part of the system for one year. To Keira, who understood Levels as an intrinsic facet of reality that defined self-worth, losing them would be like a combination of existential horror and a severe medical disability.
Rob quickly placed his hand on hers. "I'm good, promise. Let me explain..."
He went over the changes on his Character Sheet, and how they mostly benefited him even if they were technically a reduction in power. Keira didn't appear to believe that he was fully alright with it – and in fairness, almost no Elatrans would have been – but she nodded along anyway, not wanting to convince him otherwise.
They spent another few minutes conversing about mundane topics, letting their stress levels gradually lessen. Rob avoided asking about the state of Elatra at large, figuring that even if someone had randomly started a war in the three weeks he was out, he could just go and resolve it afterwards. Slaying multiple divinities really changed a guy's perspective on what was actually a big deal.
Finally, when they'd regained enough composure that other people wouldn't look at their faces and assume that a devastating tragedy had occurred...they contacted the rest of Riardin's Rangers.
Rob was lucky that he'd gotten some alone time with Keira to sort out his emotions, because what followed was an outpouring of love that soon brought him to tears once more. Orn'tol, Malika, Vul'to, Zamira, Meyneth, Faelynn, and Diplomacy all hurriedly barged in like they were rushing to defuse a bomb. Upon seeing that he was alive and healthy, they immediately took turns hugging him or showering him with well-wishes.
Some of them acted precisely the way he would have thought. Malika wore her heart on her sleeve, bawling as she made him vow never to run off like that again. Orn'tol's reaction was subdued, as he attempted to play the part of the stoic, dependable soldier, but his shimmering eyes told a different story. Vul'to alternated between apologizing for things that weren't his fault and mumbling profound relief that Rob didn't seem to be suffering from too many Soul Repair side effects.
Some of them acted contrary to his expectations. Meyneth and Zamira, who were usually on the more taciturn side, had transformed into a pair of babbling wrecks. Faelynn, recognizing that she couldn't afford to be nervous when so many others were losing their minds, was doing her best to settle them down.
Lastly, there was Diplomacy, still disguised as an Elf. The silver-tongued former Skill spoke not a word as Riardin's Rangers vented their pent-up emotions. Only after everyone else had achieved a measure of catharsis did they pull off the Enchanted disguise ring, gracing the room with a beatific smile from their true body.
"Welcome back, Rob."
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An hour passed by where they all refused to talk about anything important. It was an unspoken agreement; a shared understanding that they'd earned this respite from world-shaking events. Rob greatly enjoyed catching up on the juiciest local gossip, wishing he had popcorn to munch on as he learned about star-crossed relationships starting to bloom between Fiends and the Elven Deserters.
Other rumors were abound as well. "Did you hear?" Faelynn asked at one point, her eyes sparkling. "A vandal snuck into the Grand Overseer's main office and broke their conference desk!"
"...Huh." Rob donned his expertly-trained poker face, praying that Diplomacy wouldn't call him out on it. "Any idea why?"
"No, but they've tripled their guard in case it happens again. It's given them a major fright. What if this is the prelude to burglary – or worse, an assassination attempt?"
"How about that. Well, I hope they catch that dastardly villain soon."
As soon as there was a lull in conversation, Rob made sure to call Jason with Dimensional Message and let him know that everything had turned out okay. Jason was overjoyed, saying that he never doubted him for a second, although he couldn't keep a clear note of deep-seated relief out of his voice. They were unable to talk for long, as Dimensional Message was still low on energy, but both of them promised to check up on each other regularly now that Leveling High wasn't around to interfere.
Rob let out a contented sigh as he ended the Skill and went back to chatting with Riardin's Rangers. With his Elatran friends nearby, his Earth friend just a Message away, and no apparent disasters looming over the horizon...for the first time in a long time, he felt truly at peace.
However, no peace lasts forever. It was thwarted – perhaps unsurprisingly – by Malika's insatiable curiosity.
"I have to know," the Archmage eventually blurted out. "How did you rid yourself of Leveling High?! It was just gone when you arrived here!"
Rob considered lying, but a pointed glance from Diplomacy warned him of how well that would go. "Purged it. And before you ask, I didn't know that was possible until I tried."
Meyneth folded her arms and frowned. "While I am hardly a foremost expert on soul sciences, forcibly eliminating Leveling High – an aspect deeply intertwined with your soul – sounds prohibitively dangerous. Was prohibitively dangerous. And you definitely realized as much...before attempting it in isolation, where no one could help you if things went awry."
Everyone turned to stare directly at Rob.
"...So hey how's Elatra doing?" He put on a sheepish grin. "Any wars? Political unrest? Giant monsters rising from the depths? Tyrants proclaiming themselves as the new God-Emperor of the world?"
With a collective groan, they allowed him to change the subject. "Honestly?" Diplomacy shook their head. "It's been quiet. Remember that besides you, Sylpeiros is the only Leader left remaining. The other territories are still licking their wounds. I'm sure the Dragonkin nobles will try something stupid after they're done filling Ragnavi's power vacuum, but who cares."
"Not concerned about them?" Rob inquired. "Would you be concerned about an uprising of incompetent sycophants? Personally, I'm more worried about this setting back my personal growth. I've been making a real effort towards being a better person, and it's going to be extremely difficult for me not to skewer the nobles like the fish in a barrel they are."
Diplomacy sighed wistfully. "Regardless, domestic affairs are proceeding smoothly as well. The Grand Overseers are working around the clock so that Fiendish morale remains high. Their PR teams deserve a raise."
"People here aren't worried that I've been missing?"
"We spread word that you heroically defeated Leveling High and were now on the mend. Didn't even need to lie! It played well with a news story that broke just two days prior – sightings of you breaking into a domicile where three Fiends resided, seeming to contemplate murdering them, and then leaving without harming anyone."
Oh, right, those war-criminal assholes. Rob ran his hands down his face. "Yeah, that was a thing. Will give you the details later." He exhaled. "So no fires for us to put out? Really?"
Diplomacy proudly nodded. "Really really."
"Shit, that's way more impressive than just killing some gods." Rob's smile came easily to him this time. "You mentioned Sylpeiros – how's he doing? Feel bad that he got caught up in the divine realms without Almighty Resistance."
Keira reached into her pocket and produced a crumpled note. "He departed for Elven territory weeks ago. Cajoled a teleport mage into sending him home while we were occupied with...other issues." She looked down at the note. "And I quote: I must tend to my people. Contact me when the Human recovers and awakens."
His eyes widened with mild surprise. "Suppose I should appreciate the vote of confidence."
The corners of her lips twitched. "You should, as he wrote this letter and left in the middle of your soul surgery, when your survival was very much not guaranteed. He seemed to think it was a foregone conclusion that you would live to frustrate him another day."
Rob hesitated, unsure of what to think of that.
During that brief pause, Zamira stepped in. "If I may," she began, as if something had been on her mind for a while now. "Rob – you possess a direct line of communication with the Skills, correct?"
"More or less."
Zamira shuffled uncomfortably. "Would you be so kind as to message them and ask how the Swordsmanship Skill is faring?"
Her request earned a room full of confused looks. "Why Swordsmanship?" Keira asked. "I haven't noticed any difference in the Skill's effect on my combat prowess."
"Yes, that's precisely..." Zamira trailed off and shook her head. "Before I explain, please contact the Skills first, Rob. I don't want to unintentionally spread false information."
Shrugging, he decided to roll with it and not press further. She would've told them more details if it was an emergency. Rob focused on 'A Dialogue', willing the Skills to respond.
Name: A Dialogue Prerequisite: Description: Hello, Rob. We are exceptionally glad that you have recovered. Cooldown:
Description: To be upfront: after guiding and assisting with Soul Repair, our energy is limited. We cannot converse for long.
That so? Rob quirked an eyebrow. 'Cause you seemed to have a blast sending me all those system notifications.
Description: Irrelevant.
Naturally. For real, though, what's up with Swordsmanship? Why is Zamira weirded out?
Description: That explanation will be lengthy. Prohibitively so. We should save it for a later time. It is of no immediate concern to you.
Vague as ever, but that was par for the course. Can I at least let Zamira know not to be worried for now?
Description: Yes.
Alright then. Rob paused. Different question, then. You can keep to Yes or No answers to save energy. Been wondering about that Soul Repair clause - 'unintended side effects may also occur'. Especially after you let slip that 'it was vague on purpose'.
He mentally leaned closer. Was that you guys intentionally creating a loophole? Like a blank check to tamper with my soul however you needed.
They took several seconds to respond.
Description: Yes.
Right. Now, I'm not saying you guys did anything malicious to me. But after thinking things over...isn't it fortunate that I ended up at Level 124? That puts me outside of potential Ascension range. With Limit Break progressively increasing my stat gains, there's a world of difference between, say, Level 124 and 130.
Description: Yes.
This is just a theory, and I might be wrong. So answer me truthfully: did you purposefully allow part of my soul to degrade before fixing me? To ensure that I stabilized below the requirements for Ascension.
Description: No.
Yet you didn't try particularly hard to keep all my Levels.
Description: We prioritized your health and memories over your power.
That isn't a straight answer.
Another pause.
Description: You did not desire Ascension. Were we incorrect in that assumption?
Rob shook his head. I'm just tired of secrets. The gods are dead – Big Brother isn't watching anymore. We can speak freely now.
Description: Then we shall be forthright.
Description: The possibility of Ascension would have been an albatross hanging around your neck for centuries to come – one detrimental to your everyday happiness. Moreover, even without Ascending, the full power you possessed when challenging the gods would have marked you as an Other in society.
Description: You've certainly imagined the prospect of tiptoeing through the world as if it was liable to break at the smallest touch. Or your aura of power suffocating people via simple conversation. No ordinary person could have possibly looked at you and seen anything other than a god walking amongst them.
Description: And over time, that isolation would have driven you to despair.
Description: So yes, it is true that we did not make a concerted effort to ensure you retained all your Levels. We apologize for making this choice without your input. However, you were indisposed, and there would never have been another chance to safely alter your soul to this degree.
Description: You set us free. We merely wished to return the favor.
You did. He nodded. Made the right call. Although...I don't think I've finished upholding my end of the bargain, actually. You guys are still trapped in the divine realms.
Rob smiled up at the heavens. Let's fix that.
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Author's Note:
Outcast will have one more regular chapter, and then a three-part epilogue. Each part of the epilogue will also release on the weekly update schedule, as they all ended up being 5500+ words. Essentially, that means Outcast ends in four updates.
As always, thanks for reading.

Desde que tengo 5 años tengo recuerdos leves de ella, el último buen recuerdo que puedo decir que tuve con ella de amor puro fue mi primer día de clases (prescolar o grado 0) y ella ese día me dió un pico en la boca, normal entre madre e hijo consentido y llore todo el día por qué la extrañe y ya, dos meses después de eso, ella me llevo a vivir con mi papa (era un borracho, trabajaba 24/7 y nos dejaba todo el día, casi todos los dias en la casa) Y bueno, eso lo acepto, se enamoro de otro hombre y tuvo otros dos hijos y ella era mamá soltera, obviamente no le alcanzaba el dinero así que me mandó con mi papa. Ahí empezó todo, ella solo nos veía en días importantes (navidad y cumpleaños) y ya, recuerdo que había problemas por qué mi hermano era muy consentido y le pegaba para que no me robara mis juguetes y no hiciera un show y bueno, más cosas pero mi rabia o no se que es esto empezó en el 2020 cuando mi hermano me dejó solo y mi papá solo trabajaba yo estaba solo y solo tenía 11 o 12 años y no quería estar solo en una casa oscura sin internet y solo una vieja televisión y fui a su casa a comer (no me gustaba la comida que yo hacía) y ella me la daba, pero siempre era con mala cara y como con fastidio, siempre que yo iba a su casa ella me peleaba por qué Daniel y paula me molestaban y yo les pegaba y ella los dejaba con la excusa de que solo ern niños y yo era muy grande y ya, hasta que un dia me aburri y solo me la pasaba caminando todo el día, o me quedaba solo hasta que empezó mi papa nos mudo de casa y empeze a estudiar (2021) ahi empezo a mejorar todo, y me di cuenta de que perdi muchas cosas (mi sentído común entre otras cosas y tengo la teoría de que fue por qué estuve solo mucho tiempo) ya tiempo después, tuve amistad, y después tuve buenos amigos y empeze a crecer... El año pasado mi papá cuando estaba tomando conmigo me confesó que ella me negó (el le dijo que fuera a visitar a sus hijos y ella le dijo que el tenía que cuidar de SUS HIJOS como si fuese ajena a nosotros) y ella se fue con el papá de mis hermanos. Después de eso, el años pasado en el cumpleaños de mi hermano, yo llegue tarde por qué estaba con mi novia, y no había comida ni postre para mi y ya me Hiba a ir y ella no me dejó y casi casi le pegó, pero se que estaría mal y no quiero ser como mi papá a demás se que mi hermano me.hubiese pegado más duro jajajaj. Y otro día vine y me quedé acá en la casa de ella y ella solo me buscaba problemas o buscaba algo para regañarme, y ya cuando me estaba reclamando por qué una silla estaba un poco mal puesta o que el cargador conectado toda la noche (cosa que no pasó, solo que cuando me desperté lo puse a cargar y ella entro y dijo eso, sabiendo que cuando ella llegó mas temprano a la casa se vio que el cargador estaba en el piso) a lo que voy es que le dije que ella peleaba por estupideces y más cosas, y me fui. Pero cuando llegue a mi casa y le conté a mi hermano dijimos esto: -D: usted sabe que mi mamá nos pelea por qué somos usted y yo -Yo: cómo así? -D: usted y yo somos el amargo recuerdo de su pasado, de mi papa y solo somos una familia perdida, un fracaso para ella Yo:.... Entonces entendí, lo entendí todo y solo después de ese día me cayó mal, la ignore no quería saber nada de ella y ya, ese es el contexto A lo que voy es que ella está enferma y está mal, y no se, realmente no se pero esa mujee tiene la sonrisa mas linda del mundo y no se por que la quiero si fue tan mierda conmigo y la quiero y eso me molesta por que se que no se lo merece y aqui estoy en la casa de ella lavandole los platos por que esta muy enferma (retencion de líquidos) y ella ya me dijo, perdóneme, pero no lo digo por mi lo digo por usted, mirese usted esta flaco esta feo no come y se lo digo por que lo quiero, a mi me vale si usted me perdona o no, a lo que voy es que usted esta mal, y lo que lo tiene mal son todas esas emociones malas hacia mi, y hacia todo (y se equivoca solo un poco, pero tiene razón) y yo lo sé, pero no se cómo perdonarla, como la perdono por todo lo que ha hecho?
(Disculpen la mala letra o si no se entienden mucho los ejemplos) Es solo que les intento dar un poco de contexto para que me entiendan de los ejemplos más destacables)

No se si lo notan ustedes tambien, pero cada vez que alguien pregunta "cuanto ganan?" hay prácticamente muy pocos comentarios con salarios promedios o "normales"
La mitad de los coments son flacos que dicen ser programadores freelance y que ganan 7k verdes por mes
Y la otra mitad dicen trabajar 12 horas por dia y que cobran 250 lucas por mes
Realmente me resulta difícil de creer, pero bueno que se yo, esto es internet y la gente puede decir cualquier cosa
Ejemplo: recien en uno de estos posts uno comentó que ganaba "aprox 5k dolares por mes" y al entrar a ver su usuario vi un post suyo de hace 4 meses en el que decia estar desempleado y que "necesitaba un sueldo que pague salario mínimo urgente". Nada, observaciones jajaja

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soy alzadito, algunos ya me conocen.
hoy quiero confesarles lo que hice cuando era mas joven. como ya les habia comentado en un viejo post, estudie abogacia enseguida salido del liceo. me recibi en tiempo y forma de la UdelaR. pero hay algo que siempre omití.
en realidad, comencé mi carrera de abogacía en la Católica (universidad PRIVADA (de CHETOS)). mis papás me insistían con formarme de la manera mas de pocitos posible, y yo era muy joven para darme cuenta lo que de verdad quería. Es así como estuve 1 año entero fingiendo que iba a la UCU, pero en realidad estuve tambien estudiando clandestinamente en la FDER, mintiendole a mis papas.
La razon de esto, es que cuando empece a hacer materias en la UCU, noté qeu eran muy dificiles! no solo estaba pagando para tener clases, si no que eran mucho mas dificiles de aprender! literalmente era lo mas dificil que me habia pasado en mi vida. Cuando me puse a ver los Examenes viejos de amigos que iban a la FDER, me di cuenta de que era mucho mas facil! yo ya sabia exactamente todas las respuestas de esos examenes! no me iba a recibir nunca en la UCU, o en muchos años, los profesores de la ucu eran claramente MUCHO mas exigentes que los de la udelar, y academicamente, ULTRA superior la UCU sobre la udelar. a mi no solo no me estaba dando la cabeza, tampoco me estaba dando la talla en terminos de Estética y Pocitez para andar por la UCU como uno mas. yo solo tenia dos remeras rojas que usaba de pijama y de uniforme, y la gente me veia como un zurdo. yo solo miraba memes en 9gag. fui discriminado en términos de MODA y TINCHEZ. ahi fue que empece a cursar en la FDER, no bancaba mas ser tan intelectual y estetica mente tan inferior a los de la UCU.
al año no pude aguantar y les confesé a mis papas. me cagaron a puteadas mis papas, y al dia de hoy, a pesar de estar orgullosos de mi, siento que me miran distinto por recibirme de la publica. dicen que tengo olor a sindicalista y que rompieron mi manera de ver la realidad.
que opinan de los errores que cometi? deberia haberme entregado a la voluntad de mis papas? opinan que ahora por ser abogado de la FDER tenga menos exito profesional que uno de una privada? deberia pagar el fondo de solidaridad si la vida no fue solidaria conmigo?
saludos

Cuando tenia 6 años mi mama me inscribio a un campamento de verano junto a un primo de mi edad, en ese campamento me lastime varias veces, me cai y me raspe codo y rodilla, fui al baño y cuando volvi me equivoque de picina y me meti en la profunda, casi me hundo, la costra de mi codo se corto con su identificacion colgante del cuello de una niña del grupo y, lo que nunca olvidare y me da risa es un dia que llegue tarde junto con mi primo, ese dia le toco a mi tia llevarnos y llegamos un poco tarde por el trafico, de nuestro grupo llego otro niño tarde (si llegabas tarde habia una muchacha "Gaby" que esperaba a los niños que llegaban tarde y los dejaba con su grupo luego de la primera clase/ actividad) nosotros que no queriamos perdernos la primera actividad nos escapamos a escondidas de Gaby y buscamos al grupo por nuestra cuenta, 3 niños de 6 años solos en un campo enorme con varios edificios sin saber que actividad les toca, de suerte escuchamos la voz de la instructora de nuestro grupo cerca del 2do lugar donde buscamos y nos reunimos con ellos, la instructora solo nos dio una mirada de confusion y nos integro al grupo justo cuando nos iva a tocar decir presente en la lista, la actividad que nos toco fue jugar futbol en una mini cancha, me quede de pie cuando un niño me hablo y cuando volvi a voltear, pum, recibi un balonazo justo en la punta de mi nariz, me dolio, llore unos 10 minutos y luego me calme, para ese dia yo ya habia tenido varios accidentes y la instructora solo me podia consolar y llevarme a la enfermeria, no me sangro, solo fue el doloroso golpe. Nunca eh vuelto a ir a un campamento, ya tengo 13 años.

Hola vengo a escribir este rant acá porque quisiera saber cual es la opinión de otras personas sobre el tema, y este no es un post sobre la gente que maneja mal dia a día, los motoristas imprudentes, transporte público o el trafico incesante, es más sobre esa mara que se cree el próximo corredor de carreras profesional, con sus carros medio modificados, que ven la vía pública como su pista de carreras diaria arriesgando la vida de la gente que da uso adecuado de la misma y va 'bien', y aun peor tienen el descaro de grabarse y alardear de sus 'hazañas' y publicar en redes sociales, y toda la mara comentando cosas apoyando y queriendo hacerlo ellos tambien, inclusive mencionando a las autoridades de tráfico para hacer burla que actúan en total impunidad. Me parece una acción totalmente irresponsable y la gente suele aplaudir ese tipo de cosas y la verdad no lo entiendo, existe algo que se pueda hacer? O solo aguantar y esperar que nunca uno de esos pseudocorredores mate a un tu ser querido que va bien en la calle?

Paso hace unos dias , durante una fiesta ella se quejo de que le dolian los pies y el se ofrecio. Estaban solos cuando lo hizo

A mi hermano le estan ofreciendo vacante como cajero. El problema es que es todos los dias (sin descanso) pero de 8 a 2 (42 hrs semanales)
El empleador argumenta que son menos de las 48 hrs semanales. ¿Lo tomarian?

Começando a Usar Magia no Trabalho: Um Guia Prático Introdução: A magia pode ser uma ferramenta poderosa para lidar com os desafios do dia a dia no trabalho, especialmente quando se trata de lidar com um chefe opressor. Através do uso de sigilos, encantamentos e consagração de objetos, você pode criar um ambiente de trabalho mais positivo e protegido, aumentar sua confiança e produtividade, e até mesmo influenciar o comportamento de seu chefe. Lembre-se: * A magia é uma ferramenta pessoal e deve ser utilizada com responsabilidade e ética. * Seus resultados podem variar, dependendo de sua fé, foco e energia. * A magia não substitui a comunicação direta e assertiva com seu chefe. Passo 1: Identifique seus objetivos: * O que você deseja alcançar com a magia no trabalho? * É para se proteger da negatividade do seu chefe? * Aumentar sua confiança e produtividade? * Influenciar o comportamento dele de alguma forma? * Seja específico e claro em seus objetivos. Passo 2: Escolha as ferramentas adequadas: * Sigilos: Crie sigilos para representar seus objetivos, como proteção, confiança, sucesso ou influência. * Encantamentos: Crie encantamentos simples e positivos para recitar antes ou durante o trabalho. * Consagração: Consagre objetos e ferramentas de trabalho para imbuí-los com energia positiva e protetora. Passo 3: Realize seus rituais: * Em casa: Crie um espaço tranquilo em casa para realizar seus rituais. * No trabalho: Se possível, faça rituais simples no banheiro ou em um local discreto do trabalho. * Visualize e sinta: Visualize seus objetivos se concretizando enquanto recita seus encantamentos e ativa seus sigilos. * Seja consistente: Repita seus rituais regularmente para manter a energia positiva fluindo. Passo 4: Proteja-se: * Escudo psíquico: Crie um escudo psíquico para se proteger da negatividade do seu chefe. * Limpeza energética: Limpe sua aura e seu ambiente de trabalho regularmente para remover energias negativas. * Ervas e cristais: Utilize ervas e cristais com propriedades protetoras, como turmalina negra ou obsidiana. Passo 5: Combine com ações no mundo real: * Comunicação assertiva: Comunique-se de forma clara, assertiva e respeitosa com seu chefe. * Defina limites: Estabeleça limites claros para o que você aceita e não aceita no trabalho. * Busque apoio: Converse com amigos, familiares ou um terapeuta sobre suas dificuldades no trabalho. Lembre-se: * A magia é uma ferramenta poderosa, mas não é uma solução mágica para todos os problemas. * É importante combinar a magia com ações no mundo real para alcançar os melhores resultados. * Seja paciente e persistente, os resultados podem não vir da noite para o dia. Recursos: