EQ TLP - Oakwynd (Evolving Ruleset Progression Server)

Kharzette said:

There's a 33 page pdf on the layout conversion tool. Seems like the new format will be pngs and html

The company name for the tool is Toadman Interactive

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Foler said:

Dude aren’t you like literally crazy? Your guy probably lives in a “simulation” or some shit.

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Jasker said:

I'm the simulation guy, Jasker.

I have no affiliation with Jasper and don't know who he is other than him strangely not saying wtf no about sim stuff when he shouldn't have any idea

Lightning Lord Rule lightning can you tag me and jasper respectively with not jasper and not jasker?

Impersonation is illegal

I don't want my bros like BoozeCube and Szeth not knowing who they are talking to.

Anyways much love to you guys

And can't wait for this release where I will strangely disappointed

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moonarchia said:

Begun these Pepe wars have.

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Kharzette said:

I fire up EQ every day with the intention of fixing my UI and I end up spending hours shuffling bank junk around and getting nothing done.

I hope they get real ui scaling working before the new server. I'm getting so damn old and blind. It works pretty well on the inventory gump.

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Foler said:

So what you’re saying is there’s a replica of you in the simulation?

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Jasker said:

I really got to start making a documentary about the simulation hah.

So anytime im negative or make a bad comment or talk shit or say 'meh i could pass on this song' in my mind, a car loses its shit outside and the muffler is louder than like 140 decibels. It's horrifying that not only is it 'this is the likely scenario of whats occuring' to wait, no, 'im actually trapped in some sort of holographic or fake universe'.

I try to get a girlfriend. Not allowed.

Try to get a meaningful job in information technology, not allowed.

Try to persevere and make something of my life through creative outlets, not allowed.

Yesterday I went to restaurant in florida and i begged the manager to let this homeless guy i know have a shot at a dishwashing job. I got him to the interview. I went to walmart and bought him clothes (previously got him a bunch of food). we went to his first interview yesterday and he got a second one for today.

Today i show up at the park where he was waiting for me, he's stoned or fucked up. The clothes i got him covered by his tattered clothes. I spent Over $100 on him altogether. He says he's too cold (75+ degrees) and doesnt want to wear the nice clothes as he stumbles around from whatever he smoked.

So I start waking away after telling him im sorry im not equipt to deal with this any longer. I have to be straight with him because i walk the park he sleeps at a lot to get exercise. he looks at me about to kill me.

Last night i donated to another homeless guy, bread and water and a soup can.

I'm not showing off, because you know all of this already, this isnt a brag. But today my day is shit. and the point is::::::::::::::

Try to make a difference in the world, not allowed.

AKA

Try to groundhog day - perfect day scenario, not allowed and doesnt work.

Try to kill myself, yew seeds, not allowed. Gun, blacklisted.

A month ago i donated $450 dollars to charity after giving a kid in need half of my stuff, about $2.5k worth, i had the worst week of my life afterword. I thought it was a nice thing to do, and i thought god or the creator would ease up, but like i said, proceeded one of the worst weeks.

I'm starting to show genuine signs of schizophrenia where i perceive taylor swift as gaslighting me in my mind and she has been doing this for a bit now.

This entities hatred never ends. I cant even kill myself.

I felt the poison course through my veins 8 months ago from enough yew to kill an elephant, i woke up fine 20 minutes later after passing out.

My cat, Jasker, got some sort of brain disease where he became super aggressive. He cut the vet so bad that i couldnt get the medicine he needed to go to florida with me from new york, and i couldnt really do anything with him anymore because i started to get scared of him. He was really my only fucking friend. I tried giving him to a shelter i volunteered at for a year or so. The shelter told me they couldnt take him, and they wanted to put him down. They spoke to me like i was trash and like they didnt know how many man hours i spent scooping up after the strays of new york.

All I know in this life is evil.

I got to get the fuck out of here

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Cupcaek said:

So you telling me we are looking at free trade pvp server coming up?

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Jasker said:

I really got to start making a documentary about the simulation hah.

So anytime im negative or make a bad comment or talk shit or say 'meh i could pass on this song' in my mind, a car loses its shit outside and the muffler is louder than like 140 decibels. It's horrifying that not only is it 'this is the likely scenario of whats occuring' to wait, no, 'im actually trapped in some sort of holographic or fake universe'.

I try to get a girlfriend. Not allowed.

Try to get a meaningful job in information technology, not allowed.

Try to persevere and make something of my life through creative outlets, not allowed.

Yesterday I went to restaurant in florida and i begged the manager to let this homeless guy i know have a shot at a dishwashing job. I got him to the interview. I went to walmart and bought him clothes (previously got him a bunch of food). we went to his first interview yesterday and he got a second one for today.

Today i show up at the park where he was waiting for me, he's stoned or fucked up. The clothes i got him covered by his tattered clothes. I spent Over $100 on him altogether. He says he's too cold (75+ degrees) and doesnt want to wear the nice clothes as he stumbles around from whatever he smoked.

So I start waking away after telling him im sorry im not equipt to deal with this any longer. I have to be straight with him because i walk the park he sleeps at a lot to get exercise. he looks at me about to kill me.

Last night i donated to another homeless guy, bread and water and a soup can.

I'm not showing off, because you know all of this already, this isnt a brag. But today my day is shit. and the point is::::::::::::::

Try to make a difference in the world, not allowed.

AKA

Try to groundhog day - perfect day scenario, not allowed and doesnt work.

Try to kill myself, yew seeds, not allowed. Gun, blacklisted.

A month ago i donated $450 dollars to charity after giving a kid in need half of my stuff, about $2.5k worth, i had the worst week of my life afterword. I thought it was a nice thing to do, and i thought god or the creator would ease up, but like i said, proceeded one of the worst weeks.

I'm starting to show genuine signs of schizophrenia where i perceive taylor swift as gaslighting me in my mind and she has been doing this for a bit now.

This entities hatred never ends. I cant even kill myself.

I felt the poison course through my veins 8 months ago from enough yew to kill an elephant, i woke up fine 20 minutes later after passing out.

My cat, Jasker, got some sort of brain disease where he became super aggressive. He cut the vet so bad that i couldnt get the medicine he needed to go to florida with me from new york, and i couldnt really do anything with him anymore because i started to get scared of him. He was really my only fucking friend. I tried giving him to a shelter i volunteered at for a year or so. The shelter told me they couldnt take him, and they wanted to put him down. They spoke to me like i was trash and like they didnt know how many man hours i spent scooping up after the strays of new york.

All I know in this life is evil.

I got to get the fuck out of here

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Jasker said:

I really got to start making a documentary about the simulation hah.

So anytime im negative or make a bad comment or talk shit or say 'meh i could pass on this song' in my mind, a car loses its shit outside and the muffler is louder than like 140 decibels. It's horrifying that not only is it 'this is the likely scenario of whats occuring' to wait, no, 'im actually trapped in some sort of holographic or fake universe'.

I try to get a girlfriend. Not allowed.

Try to get a meaningful job in information technology, not allowed.

Try to persevere and make something of my life through creative outlets, not allowed.

Yesterday I went to restaurant in florida and i begged the manager to let this homeless guy i know have a shot at a dishwashing job. I got him to the interview. I went to walmart and bought him clothes (previously got him a bunch of food). we went to his first interview yesterday and he got a second one for today.

Today i show up at the park where he was waiting for me, he's stoned or fucked up. The clothes i got him covered by his tattered clothes. I spent Over $100 on him altogether. He says he's too cold (75+ degrees) and doesnt want to wear the nice clothes as he stumbles around from whatever he smoked.

So I start waking away after telling him im sorry im not equipt to deal with this any longer. I have to be straight with him because i walk the park he sleeps at a lot to get exercise. he looks at me about to kill me.

Last night i donated to another homeless guy, bread and water and a soup can.

I'm not showing off, because you know all of this already, this isnt a brag. But today my day is shit. and the point is::::::::::::::

Try to make a difference in the world, not allowed.

AKA

Try to groundhog day - perfect day scenario, not allowed and doesnt work.

Try to kill myself, yew seeds, not allowed. Gun, blacklisted.

A month ago i donated $450 dollars to charity after giving a kid in need half of my stuff, about $2.5k worth, i had the worst week of my life afterword. I thought it was a nice thing to do, and i thought god or the creator would ease up, but like i said, proceeded one of the worst weeks.

I'm starting to show genuine signs of schizophrenia where i perceive taylor swift as gaslighting me in my mind and she has been doing this for a bit now.

This entities hatred never ends. I cant even kill myself.

I felt the poison course through my veins 8 months ago from enough yew to kill an elephant, i woke up fine 20 minutes later after passing out.

My cat, Jasker, got some sort of brain disease where he became super aggressive. He cut the vet so bad that i couldnt get the medicine he needed to go to florida with me from new york, and i couldnt really do anything with him anymore because i started to get scared of him. He was really my only fucking friend. I tried giving him to a shelter i volunteered at for a year or so. The shelter told me they couldnt take him, and they wanted to put him down. They spoke to me like i was trash and like they didnt know how many man hours i spent scooping up after the strays of new york.

All I know in this life is evil.

I got to get the fuck out of here

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Rod-138 said:

The world, like Norrath, is tough, Jasper. Think about this, though. You walk into Sol A at lvl 18 and loin cloth for gear and you know what happens. You get fucked. Gain a few levels, get yourself a few hp rings, bring some friends that aren’t retarded, and next thing you know you’re too strong for that zone.

Life is the same. Level up a bit before you try to help out the bums, that’s a level 35 quest and you’re only lvl 10. Do the little things right and reduce the stress of the shit you can control, then realize you have gained a lvl and you can handle some more.

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Jasker said:

I really got to start making a documentary about the simulation hah.

So anytime im negative or make a bad comment or talk shit or say 'meh i could pass on this song' in my mind, a car loses its shit outside and the muffler is louder than like 140 decibels. It's horrifying that not only is it 'this is the likely scenario of whats occuring' to wait, no, 'im actually trapped in some sort of holographic or fake universe'.

I try to get a girlfriend. Not allowed.

Try to get a meaningful job in information technology, not allowed.

Try to persevere and make something of my life through creative outlets, not allowed.

Yesterday I went to restaurant in florida and i begged the manager to let this homeless guy i know have a shot at a dishwashing job. I got him to the interview. I went to walmart and bought him clothes (previously got him a bunch of food). we went to his first interview yesterday and he got a second one for today.

Today i show up at the park where he was waiting for me, he's stoned or fucked up. The clothes i got him covered by his tattered clothes. I spent Over $100 on him altogether. He says he's too cold (75+ degrees) and doesnt want to wear the nice clothes as he stumbles around from whatever he smoked.

So I start waking away after telling him im sorry im not equipt to deal with this any longer. I have to be straight with him because i walk the park he sleeps at a lot to get exercise. he looks at me about to kill me.

Last night i donated to another homeless guy, bread and water and a soup can.

I'm not showing off, because you know all of this already, this isnt a brag. But today my day is shit. and the point is::::::::::::::

Try to make a difference in the world, not allowed.

AKA

Try to groundhog day - perfect day scenario, not allowed and doesnt work.

Try to kill myself, yew seeds, not allowed. Gun, blacklisted.

A month ago i donated $450 dollars to charity after giving a kid in need half of my stuff, about $2.5k worth, i had the worst week of my life afterword. I thought it was a nice thing to do, and i thought god or the creator would ease up, but like i said, proceeded one of the worst weeks.

I'm starting to show genuine signs of schizophrenia where i perceive taylor swift as gaslighting me in my mind and she has been doing this for a bit now.

This entities hatred never ends. I cant even kill myself.

I felt the poison course through my veins 8 months ago from enough yew to kill an elephant, i woke up fine 20 minutes later after passing out.

My cat, Jasker, got some sort of brain disease where he became super aggressive. He cut the vet so bad that i couldnt get the medicine he needed to go to florida with me from new york, and i couldnt really do anything with him anymore because i started to get scared of him. He was really my only fucking friend. I tried giving him to a shelter i volunteered at for a year or so. The shelter told me they couldnt take him, and they wanted to put him down. They spoke to me like i was trash and like they didnt know how many man hours i spent scooping up after the strays of new york.

All I know in this life is evil.

I got to get the fuck out of here

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Rajaah said:

I get it. Naw, not just saying "I get it" to be empathetic even though I don't. I actually do get it. I've run into roadblock after roadblock and denial after denial for my entire life to the point of ridiculousness.

Yes, life is unfair. Yes, life doesn't hand people anything. But I've dealt with so many very specific roadblocks being dropped in my way that I find it completely believable that the Powers That Be are fucking with me on purpose. I could go down the list and explain why but it would take like 3 pages and maybe that can be its own thread later: "Is Rajaah Cursed?" or something like that. Because a ton of my experiences make zero goddamn sense. Even people who have bad luck and a rough go of it look at me and wonder why absolutely nothing seems to go "correctly" with or around me.

Sounds to me like you're in a similar boat and have been at it for long enough that the "curse" has driven you off the deep end, or is close to doing so. Sometimes I think maybe that's the point of it. Told people in the past that I think someone has a "voodoo doll" of me (due to playing whack-a-mole with physical issues) and that I feel like some deity's "chew toy" after a while. Like we're here to be serially messed-with until we give up.

Well, don't. Nothing may work the way it's supposed to, but if you go off the deep end, then the curse or bad luck or whatever it is wins.

Edaw What about making the bed? That'd be an indicator of depression but I'm not sure what your question is really asking.

I echo the advice of seeking professional help. Gotta find the right help though. If someone isn't helping, try someone else. And don't let them saddle you with a bunch of drugs unless you want worse schizophrenia. A therapist and simply someone to talk to at least once a week will do you a huge favor I think.

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