A Serious question, not FUDDING. I just genuinely want to know how private my info is. After reading this privacy policy I don't feel my info OR investment is private at all

2021.09.18 03:32 IcyHotUrBeanBag A Serious question, not FUDDING. I just genuinely want to know how private my info is. After reading this privacy policy I don't feel my info OR investment is private at all

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2021.09.18 03:32 redditgiveshemorroid My saves are showing up

I literally have save files in my BioWare folder, but they don’t show up when I launch the game. Does anyone have a work around for this?
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2021.09.18 03:32 CannibalsWontWin Some small towns are better off being left alone and forgotten

My brother and I, tired of living—drearily subsisting—in an apartment together decided to go on a road trip. Being Midwesterners, we decided to venture westward, and after loading up supplies into my brother’s truck, took the highway; our spirits curious and hopeful.
We stopped several times, always at roadside diners, bars, and similar places frequented by other travelers. We wanted to soak in as much regional culture as possible, using both the establishments themselves, and the people passing through them. My brother especially wanted to dedicate to memory these cultural exchanges, and would often interview—casually, politely—the people we’d meet; offering them a beer, dessert, or sometimes even a few bucks in exchange for their stories and thoughts.
Most agreed, many of them enthusiastically, and only a few altogether declined the proposition—put off in one way or another by my brother’s sometimes excessively genial demeanor. I always listened from the side, rarely participating in the actual dialogue, but offering my own nonverbal kindnesses and smiles.
We only entered a few towns during the couple hundred miles, not wanting to stay for too long in one place; a desire primarily owed to the employment ties we both had back home. The first three towns we visited were small and tranquil, albeit simple; communities reliant upon a single industry, which employed most of the able-bodied townspeople. These businesses constituted the bulk of conversation expressed by the townspeople; their lives and lineages being tied to them in one way or another. My brother listened kindly and respectfully to everyone who’d been willing to speak, but we didn’t linger in these places; moved on quickly, hungering for new, varied stories.
At the point of what would’ve been halfway through our journey—but which ended up being the final stage of it—we came upon a town not far off from the highway, and much like the others in general layout and aesthetic. We would’ve gone past it, having acquired enough knowledge of—and experiences from—such places, but we were terribly hungry, and my brother’s mood always plummets considerably when he’s hungry.
Turning off the highway and following the solitary and stalk-lined road, we drove for some ways until the signs told us that the town which lay ahead was nearby. Before entering, we pulled alongside the road, so that my brother could relieve himself there, and not have to do so in the town. We wanted to only grab some food—in to-go boxes, if possible—and get back on the road; eager to continue our trip and discover more interesting locales.
Once within the bounds of the town—which was, all things considered, as ordinary as you’d expect a small, closely knit community to be—we quickly found a diner, and I hurried my already antsy brother inside. We were greeted, seated, and caffeinated, and promised that our food would be brought to us with as much expediency as possible. Sitting in red-leather booths, beside a window which overlooked the main street—on which sat, stood, or walked men and women in slightly out-of-fashion attire—we discussed our future destinations, and recounted our favorite places thus far.
The plan for the moment was to ask for a to-go box of some sort a few minutes into our meal, so that we did not appear extremely rude by simply packing up and leaving immediately. We could afford, we reasoned, to spare a few moments in the town; to offer its people a few “opportunities to impress us.” These, I regret were my words; I had assumed an air of unmerited haughtiness after having visited only a handful of the seemingly similar towns.
When our food was brought to us, I quickly realized that we’d be staying much longer than planned. I’d ordered a “country” omelet, which promised an omelet of three large eggs stuffed with hashbrowns, sausage, onions, and, wonderfully, gravy. It came with a side of three buttermilk pancakes, and as much juice—apple or orange—as anyone could ever ask for. My brother ordered a breakfast spread of sausages, bacon, scrambled eggs, toast, and the same limitlessly complimentary juice. When my plate, warm and heavy, was placed before me, all thoughts of hurriedly, unceremoniously abandoning the small town evaporated. Glancing at my brother, I saw the same dissolution of thoughts in his expression at the sight of his equally bountiful meal.
The food looked incredible—and tasted even better. I consider myself something of a casual connoisseur of breakfast foods, and I can say with total certainty that that meal was the best I had had, and the best I’ll ever have. Despite the awful, nightmarish experiences that followed it, I will always fondly remember that deliciously plump omelet, just bursting with meat, gravy, and onions; the fresh, perfectly sweetened juices; the warm, abundantly buttered pancakes...
We finished our meals, and with all thoughts of (immediately) leaving gone from our minds, decided to explore the town, hoping to “walk off” the caloric overload and refrain from falling into a food coma. We still wanted to leave that day—we'd arrived around noon—and figured a brisk walk would stave off any food-related lethargy.
Leaving our car parked outside the diner, we walked along main street, greeting people as we went by. Many were as cordial as the people of any other town, and with his mood lightened, my brother conducted his usual interviews with those willing to speak with us. We received and encountered more or less the same stories, opinions, grievances, and small-town eccentricates, although everyone within this particular town seemed exceptionally well-versed in public oration. I don’t mean to say that people in the previous towns had been illiterate, or had spoken rudely or witlessly, but that these people seemed to have kept up their learning and English education regardless of vocation. They used slang on occasion, their voices “drawled”, but all of it—all of these things which normally betoken a regional dialect—seemed...practiced, rehearsed; put on for effect or theatrics.
My brother noticed this as well, and pulling me aside after the sixth interview, said, “Does it seem like these people are quoting lines?”
I agreed, and expressed my aforementioned observations. Our interests now piqued, we continued on with our walk, seeking out others to interview, hoping to discover a reason for the apparently town-wide performance.
Unfortunately, many of the byroads and lanes were closed off; something to do with long over-due construction. Our exploration was largely limited to the business-lined main street, and a few lots and spaces where children played or simply loitered. Curiously, even the children possessed the inauthentically accented voices and the oddly articulate manner of speech. Nothing about it was creepy, and in the children’s case it was even adorable at times, and yet I soon found myself creeped out. The people were nice, friendly, almost aggressively eager to comply with my brother’s impromptu interviews. And this, for a then unexplainable reason, unsettled me.
As the hours flew by, and the encumbrance of our stuffed bellies lessened, we found ourselves encompassed by a sort of parade of people; every individual offering some newly remembered—or perhaps newly fabricated—anecdote for my brother to jot down in his “Trip Memories” notebook. Never before had we gained such a following, such positive attention from a town’s inhabitants.
Returning to our vehicle, we thanked everyone for their conversational generosity, and politely though firmly signaled that we were no longer taking responses by closing the car doors. The crowd—which had come to number around two dozen people—dispersed; each person returning to his or her former position along main street. Sitting in the car, radio turned on loud enough to enclose us in a shell of sound—but not loud enough to be a disturbance to the peace—we went over the responses. As we poured over the answers, I noticed that my brother was obviously troubled by something, but was unwilling to say what. His eyes scanned the pages, and after a moment of speechless contemplation, he finally said to me:
“You’d say we interviewed twenty or thirty people, right?” I nodded, remembering all too well how many people had hemmed us, practically shouting their life stories at us.
“Do you remember their occupations?”
I recalled aloud the usual positions: gas station owner, shopkeeper, sheriff, florist, doctor, etc.
“Anything seem weird about that list to you?”
After reflecting for a moment, I admitted that I couldn’t think of anything out of the ordinary.
His attention returned to the list again, and this time he turned to a blank page, then began copying information from the previous pages onto that one. While he did, I stared around the car, and noticed a few of the townspeople watching us; not menacingly or eerily, but still closely, unashamedly.
“Alright, tell me if you notice anything wrong with this list. Anything missing.”
I read the list:

I read the list twice, then handed it back to my brother, shaking my head in confusion. He sighed, then, while gesturing toward the windshield, said, “There are certain positions missing from this list. And I don’t mean anything like what we’d be accustomed to in a city; I’m not expecting to find a barista or vintage record store owner or vape shop worker here—nothing like that. But we’ve interviewed pretty much every adult in this town, and not one of them holds any position related to death.
Staring into my brothers now severe face, not wanting to rudely poke a hole in his theory, I gently placed my finger by Lance’s name—the town’s doctor and veterinarian. Both positions, by their very nature, being associated with death.
Perhaps anticipating my challenge to his theory, my brother smiled—a grave, almost melancholic smile.
“A doctor, a good one at least, prevents death. And still, in a place like this, any serious, potentially life-threatening condition would probably require the insight and cooperation of an out-of-town specialist or surgeon, anyway. I’d wager this particular doctor is no more familiar with death than the Florist is. What you’re failing to realize is that this town, for some strange reason, lacks a funeral director or any kind of mortician, a gravedigger or caretaker, and a pathologist—although I suppose the doctor could in theory perform autopsies himself, if he’s skilled enough.”
I tried to think of an appropriate rebuttal, an explanation for the absences of such positions, and even threw out the suggestion that we simply hadn’t met them, but my brother assured me that we’d encountered every employed adult in the town; and that not one of them had at any point mentioned their performance of mortuary or sepulchral duties.
A cryptic atmosphere seemed to befall the car as I processed this revelation, and I found my eyes drawn to the still-staring townsfolk. My brother looked to them as well, and at a glance I saw his eyes fill with worry—if not actual fear. After a moment, he spoke, lowering his voice despite the cover of the music:
“I think we should leave. I feel like we should definitely leave before nightfall. But I have to ask them something—I need to.”
I consented to the idea, and helped him gather the notes back into his folder. Buckling up, we drove slowly down the street, pulling alongside a man who hadn’t moved since returning to his position near the general store. Rolling down my window, I called out to the man, who approached with a smile. Leaning back in my seat, I allowed my brother to question him; watching, all the while, the other townspeople, who continued to intently and motionlessly observe us.
The conversation:
“Hello, sir! I just had one more question, if you wouldn’t mind?”
“Of course not, son! How can I be of assistance?”
“Well, I know this’ll sound weird, but I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind directing us toward the town’s cemetery? My sibling here is an aspiring artist, and their latest muse seems to be graveyards and other solemn places.”
As he said this, he squeezed my thigh behind the cover of the door, signaling me to go along with the lie. Smiling, I confirmed the tale, saying, “If I choose to depict any part of your town’s burial grounds in my artwork, I’ll of course do it tastefully; with the utmost respect and reverence for the people interred therein.”
For a moment, the man was speechless, and regarded my brother and I with confusion—his face assuming an expression of deep incredulity. Then, abruptly, his face changed, and he inhaled sharply; as if coming to a great revelation.
“Ah yes, death. Death! That is what we’ve forgotten. Ah ha! Thank you, children. In our rush to assimilate and make things perfect, we’d forgotten to establish that final, dismal station of man. Death! Yes, well, allow me to be our town’s first representation of it!”
Stunned by his words, neither of us could move, and were thus forced to behold the horrific nightmare of that man’s sudden and self-willed destruction.
His skin, which before had been taut and olive-colored, quickly grew saggy and grey; then, for no explainable reason, fell away in great fleshy heaps, revealing the crimson and pink musculature beneath. This layer, piece by piece, fell away also; and we were shown the organs and bones and innermost parts of the human anatomy. When all the flesh and tissue had fallen away, the skeleton, animated by some force beyond nature, threw its arms out as if to more completely present itself, then, joining the rest of the waste, collapsed to the concrete. The pile, which had once been a man, then underwent an abhorrently rapid phase of decomposition; becoming a semi-liquescent pool of bodily sludge in a matter of seconds.
Being closest to the site of preternaturally expedited decay, I received the brunt of the resultant stench, and was forced to silence my screams—which had started with the removal of the skin—to keep myself from inhaling and tasting the miasmatic vapors.
Hyperventilating, eyes fixed on the road ahead, my brother floored the gas pedal, sending the car zooming along the street toward blocked-off intersection, where he presumably planned to turn around so as to navigate back toward the highway. As we raced down that street, I watched the other townspeople walk onto the sidewalks, and then each, horrifically, impelled themselves to undergo the same self-destruction.
Some succumbed to the dissolution faster than others; their bodies bursting in crimson clouds, sending gibs of human meat colliding with our windows; chunky pink missiles which left streak and smears. I cried, loudly and insensately, while my brother silently drove on—his eyes focused on the road, unwilling to peer left or right at the unfolding gruesomeness.
We reached the highway safely, unharmed, our vehicle only superficially blemished by the gore, but I’ll never forget—will forever be scarred by—that final moment of mind-peeling horror.
Even when all the townspeople had been reduced to simmering, stinking piles upon the sunbaked concrete, I heard them still chanting, with thick, guttural voices, “Death! Death! We mustn't forget death!”
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2021.09.18 03:32 SuddenCup6743 Umineko/Higurashi FANMADE

Hello Guys... I'm creating a fan tale about Umineko to youtube. And I would be very grateful if you would take a look at it when it comes out. I've been creating it for over 1 year alone. My goal is to create a new short story based on the concept of umineko. Red and blue truths and closed room mysteries.
I'm Brazilian, and with the help of some people, I'm getting help to translate the whole story into English, so it can be accessible for everyone. I spent the last 6 months just creating the mysteries, so the difficulty is 1st category.
Sorry for the Portuguese mistakes :)
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2021.09.18 03:32 Chickengrip Help Please

I’m a 24 Y/O male Marine in the infantry. On a hike (carrying roughly 90 pounds of gear) we stopped for a break after 6 miles and when throwing my pack over my back I felt a pop in my lower back. Was able to finish the last 3 miles we had with some pain on right side of my back. Didn’t think much of it and continued to work out/train over the next couple of weeks and my pain began to worsen and began getting sciatica symptoms on my right side. (Pain in hip down to toes, down my butt, and shooting pains whenever I moved a certain way, tingling in toes and some loss sensation). Plus some urine leakage after peeing and sitting down. At this point pain level was a 7 so I went in to get it looked at. I was ordered an mri and 30 days rest and was instructed to go to ER if pain increased or symptoms increased. 3 weeks later my mri results had returned and my pain began to decrease and there were no signs of incontinence. I was told nothing came back on mri and that it was probably a muscle strain. I believed the doctor and went on way to full duty but I did not continue to work out. I continued to have very mild symptoms until About a month while going pick up my dog during a mandatory month quarantine at home I had what felt like a firecracker go off in lower back and all the severe symptoms came back with a vengeance. I was more or less bed ridden for 3 days and back and radicular pain with incontinence that included sudden urges, frequent urination and uncontrolled dribbling at random times and even noticed ED. This continued for the next two weeks. Well my pain subdued to it’s usual 2-4 with very mild sciatic pain present and decided to power on. Fast forward 9 months of regular infantry work. My daily back pain has increased to 4-5 range and with flare ups around 7 usually related to strenuous activity. With flare ups incontinence issues would be present. At this point I knew something was wrong so I requested MRI results and read that that I had a minimal diffuse disc bulge at l4-l5 and a posterior asymmetric Bulge more on right contacting the bilateral intrarenal recess s1 nerve sleeves. I was set to PCS just days later so I decided to go to doctor at new duty station. While on PCS leave i went to see a neurologist who performed an emg that was positive for l5-S1 nerve pressure. I was informed that an mri many times doesn’t show pressure that inflammation can put on nerves when I’m conjunction with a mild disc bulge. Well fast forward 2 more months and I see my provider who refers me to orthopedic clinic and to have more images done. In follow up with orthopedic I was told my disc bulge i had a central protrusion that Indents the thecal sac, however that these findings and back pain are “normal” in the infantry and I could carry on at full duty status. They did refer me to a physical therapist and a pain management clinic. 6 weeks of physical therapy did not help and I had 2 epidural injections that also did not help. With physical therapy I had a reflare up of my incontinence that has been the worst it’s been. Urgency and frequency is through the roof and on multiple occasions had to pee in a bottle In my car on short car rides and visibly peed a decent stream on myself while trying to run to bathroom In the mall and some ED again. Went to see provider again who referred me out to a urologist. After seeing urologist he said back pain was likely the cause of both ED and incontinence. He scheduled me with a follow up in 30 days and referred me back to orthopedics. Ortho pretty much had the same to say and declared that mri doesn’t show that the urinary incontinence and ED was back related but told me he was going to put me on a limdu andPEB and had put it in writing. A week later I have heard nothing from him and In the note online there is no mention of either of those things.
My provider said this bits not mentioned he likely changed his mind and again full duty status. My unit is leaving for a 7 week field up in 4 days and I am supposed to leave for even though I have this paper saying I’m going on PED and the urologist follow up still scheduled. This the PEB is not in the note There is nothing they can do.
Is it likely that he changed his mind after telling me In person and putting in writing? At this point I’m at a loss at what to do. I fear I have long term never damage that can become worse or a slow onset Claudia Equina syndrome. My daily pain is hovering around a 5 with frequent back flare ups into the 7 range, with all sciatica pain, incontinence still occurring. My mental health is suffering as well . I’m just not what to do from here. My last hope is urologist but I really have no faith in the military doctors at this point. And advice would be welcome
TLDR: Back pain,sciatica, urinary incontinence, military sucks and keeps saying nothing is wrong.
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2021.09.18 03:32 Feeling-You-4091 .

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2021.09.18 03:32 Dirgtheorc What's the point anymore

No one seems to understand me, no one even looks in my direction anymore. Why bother going on when I'm nothing to no one.
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2021.09.18 03:32 Waltsforvenus anyone else have QC issues on their SS Dunk mids? or is this normal 🤔

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2021.09.18 03:32 theredcameron Okahoma is receiving the 2nd highest number of Afghan refugees per capita

Based off of this tweet, and state populations that I googled, Oklahoma will receive the second highest number of Afghan refugees per capita at ~49.5 per 100K. #1 is Maryland with 133.5 per 100K.
California: 13.41 per 100K
Texas: 15.52 per 100K
Tonight I start learning Pashto (for good reason!)
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2021.09.18 03:32 MiddleClassAMCHodler Double Eagle

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2021.09.18 03:32 boondoxhound Which Y’all Finna Choose🌚💙🦷🔫

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2021.09.18 03:32 sarahPoncedmgz Quiero Revivir La Grasa :V

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2021.09.18 03:32 Jazeboo Jett player occasionally performs well enough to justify instalocking

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2021.09.18 03:32 Accomplished-Soup-44 Warlock can't jump

I'm starting new light with a warlock character. I can't seem to jump to the top of the water tank to get to the lost sector. Any advice? Playing on xbox one x
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2021.09.18 03:32 hellosweetie348 Where to next?

I’m looking for somewhere to explore next year and am interested suggestions. Needs to be in the US, I’m open to both nature exploring and city exploring. Have you been somewhere cool? Tell me about it and maybe I’ll go.
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2021.09.18 03:32 Full_Ad_3063 El famoso afromapuche

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2021.09.18 03:32 skeach101 WON: "The next New York battle is AEW vs. WWE at the UBS Arena. WWE tickets were put on sale to the public today and are less than 1,000 for Raw on 11/29. AEW was bout 5,500 first day for its 12/9 Dynamite. To say this is shocking is an understatement."

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2021.09.18 03:32 deathandglitter A cool place I hope to visit this fall!

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2021.09.18 03:32 haharedditgobrrr Fairy Lights (tried something more stylized this time)

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2021.09.18 03:32 TheMeIonGod Win a set of Glides Wall Lights, TV Light Bars, Bluetooth Strip Lights, and Interior Car Lights {US} (9/22/2021)

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2021.09.18 03:32 DigUpStupid1 Destiny the sigma male

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