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Do you ever wunder what happened to the people behind the accounts we now use as NPC's? 

Like what was their story? Why did they abandon their account? 

Did they just get bored, or hit by a car, forgot their password, get married and have children, go to war, land in prison, get hooked on drugs, went insane, went on a space mission, become a president, become a busy corporate executive, got trapped in a coal mine???? 

Do you look at the pictures they left behind and wunder about them? Or see if they put up their name, location and age on their user information? 

Do you ever feel sad they're not here? Or try to think of something good being the reason they're on anymore?

Where did they go, whats their story??

Who are we if we don't care? Who are we if we do?

I used to have a very old American alarm clock from the mid 1700's and I used to think of how it sat next to a candle lamp and a wash basin in somebody's bedroom eagerly waiting to wake somebody up at 5 AM to go to work. 

I thought to myself, they could have been a coal miner but there was no coal dusk inside this clock, maybe a lumber jack, but there was no wear from calloused hands. I thought somebody with moderately soft hands and clean, perhaps a lady who woke before her husband who in turn awoke her husband for work. 

They could have been a banker, but certainly not with such a cheap alarm clock, it had to be somebody poor, somebody who worked hard, maybe a free range rancher, maybe a deed land rancher, maybe a wheat farmer. 

I would look at it very closely and try to see the wear patterns and maybe that would give me a clue, what time was the alarm set to most often, how much moisture was in the air, maybe they were a fishing family on the coast....

How long did they own the clock? How long did it stay in their family? Who else could have owned if it didn't?

I can envision a patchwork quilt on an iron frame bed in a dimly lit room on a creaky floor with a corded rug and wooden framed window facing north east through 8 small pains of glass, a wardrobe across the small room, a porcelain wash basin and a jug on the dressing/night side table where the clock sat with hand towels and a crochet doily as a mat.

A chair sits quietly in the room, possibly a Windsor chair. A coat/hat/umbrella stand next to the door with a night robe hanging it. 

An old low cost wooden door and glass door knob mounted on brass. At the foot of the bed sits a hope chest or travel trunk, built sturdy with metal banding and protective metal corners and an unlock clasp and leather straps with brass buckles.

Maybe they had just recently arrived in America. maybe a seamstress working at a Boston clothing factory. 

I'll never know for certain, but isn't curios to wunder about them?

To care about somebody you never met and know nothing about?

Who they were, where they came from, where they went, what they did?

But somehow, their ghosts live on in us who have never known who they were.

Our empathy wonders aimlessly in strange wilds.

I hope you enjoyed reading this post and maybe wunder where I might be in a few years time, or some of the other people who may also be reading this post at the same time as you, or another day, or year. 

Bye for now.

Today's news is this https://www.torn.com/newspaper.php#!/articles/2792

And I am still fairly new along with my friend to which I am in game married to.

We have managed to now be divorce 3 times already and remarried again.

I am reminded every now and then that a man must have a dog house out in the yard or he will lose all his happiness in under 6 minutes.

Not every time, on our second divorce she left me the house and left.

Family, love and friendship can be complicated sometimes and even in a game marriage it can be a challenge.

It may take us months or years to earn merits for marriage, but we will always be friends/family.

Disputes and spats is all just a part of it, sometimes we are idiots, sometimes there are outside factors, but deep in every heart is love.

And one must also see the humor in it. I don't mind being tossed out now and then, I am a Norwegian, men have made their life outside the home to fend for our families and our survival. We cherish are women like Goddesses, they are the core of existence without which we would not exist. Likewise is the same in both directions.

If we allow our nature to be as we are, all is well and we will win!

We shall champion this game not on virtue, but on tradition, on nature and on human complication.

We must all love what we do on and off line. Roll-playing or reality, our root nature is our guide.

We shall secure a future for our Torn community and a future for new gamers because the fun and excitement of this game must never end.

Solved

You don't have to read the whole conversation, skip to the end. 

Talking about real life. 

her: My swearing is getting really good working around hairy assed engineers lol

me: lol

her: I can swear back as good as any of them, they love it 😀 💯 😏 so does my father watching on

me: Your father?

me: He sees how you swear?

her: Yes i see him laughing...my father is a working man, to survive in a mans world i have to give and take wind ups....he sees it as character building...but if i spoke like that at home he would break my jaw..workshop is different

her: You do similar work with welding, you know the type of men who do it, tough and rough

me: Yes but I swear more than everybody else combined.

me: I almost got whooped by one of my uncles when I was about 7 for when I answered how the lake was, I said "I almost froze my balls off", in the presence of my aunt.

her: 😆

her: I never swear usually, and never in home or street...

me: My uncle wouldn't have cared if it was not in front of a woman.

her: No place for ladies when work needs done and its dirty work

me: Yup

her: I get respect for getting involved in any job even cleaning toilets

me: Swearing is part of the job to build energy.... Now that should be in the game.

me: Add money to the swear jar and gain more energy.

Nobody needs to really swear but have a "swear jar" where money is paid for "swearing" to gain energy bonus's.

Sound like a good idea? At really life work, swearing is a energy boost, it charges us up when we are facing challenging situations, so it would be a realistic thing to have. Am I wrong?

So the 1000 happiness bonus from EVL is limited? So if I want to sit on it, it wont accumulate 1000 a week, I must use it or it stops producing the bonus?

How much?

So the 1000 happiness bonus from EVL is limited? So if I want to sit on it, it wont accumulate 1000 a week, I must use it or it stops producing the bonus?

Today's news is this https://www.torn.com/newspaper.php#!/articles/2792

And I am still fairly new along with my friend to which I am in game married to.

We have managed to now be divorce 3 times already and remarried again.

I am reminded every now and then that a man must have a dog house out in the yard or he will lose all his happiness in under 6 minutes.

Not every time, on our second divorce she left me the house and left.

Family, love and friendship can be complicated sometimes and even in a game marriage it can be a challenge.

It may take us months or years to earn merits for marriage, but we will always be friends/family.

Disputes and spats is all just a part of it, sometimes we are idiots, sometimes there are outside factors, but deep in every heart is love.

And one must also see the humor in it. I don't mind being tossed out now and then, I am a Norwegian, men have made their life outside the home to fend for our families and our survival. We cherish are women like Goddesses, they are the core of existence without which we would not exist. Likewise is the same in both directions.

If we allow our nature to be as we are, all is well and we will win!

We shall champion this game not on virtue, but on tradition, on nature and on human complication.

We must all love what we do on and off line. Roll-playing or reality, our root nature is our guide.

We shall secure a future for our Torn community and a future for new gamers because the fun and excitement of this game must never end.

Solved

Since the topic is on xanax can you look at why my addiction icon doesn't show up yet the company show -3% hours after rehab. 

Last time I saw my addict icon was -1% for a couple hours the other day and I went and took rehab for 100% addiction recovery and now just over a day another overdose putting my OD rate at 3.48%.

I have total 38% addiction mitigation and I always wait extra time after drug cooldown before next dose.

I think I am getting everybody's missing overdoses. 

I didn't use much drugs to start and yet manage to almost reach 4% overdose rate, I have been very careful and give lots of time after cooldown before next xanax and do rehab and yet company still says I am showing -3% addiction level yet nothing in my information icons. And now again another overdose when I was down to 2.94% OD rate now I am back up to 3.48%. 

I am afraid to use candy now as I might be hospitalised for a week with diabetes or peanut allergy.

Taxation causes inflation and inflation causes market crashes. 

Like every time a government raises tariffs the nations economy crashes.

Taxes do not raise the actual values of things, it only raises the costs so profit margins go down or prices go up, when prices go up there are fewer buyers, if profit margins go down, there are fewer sellers, few sellers means higher prices too so buyers go down even more. 

It is a economic destruct mechanism.

And taxation is theft.

The most I've made is +3.45.

I have been trying to figure out if there is any strategic means to gain more as my partner who have easily 5 times the stats I have can't seem to get much more than +2.xx's.

The max level I defeated when I was about level 12 was a level 46, which didn't yield very much, my partner has beat over level 40 from her level 20, which again did not yield high results.

Testing using mission NPC's I haven't found much significance based on levels, the stats being used to calculate are private stats. 

I told my partner she may have to win against levels 50 to 70 to maximize her results. Although she mostly enjoys muggings anyway. lol

Most of our little faction's members have managed to figure out to keep it in the high +2.xx's and low +3.xx's so we are happy with that for our current respect earnings.

In short, there are too many variables to expect perfect respect gains based on individual attacks, just try to optimise.

Make that two now.

One of them already downvoted my post. Imagine what kind of cupcake downvotes a "suggestion". 

You don't have to read the whole conversation, skip to the end. 

Talking about real life. 

her: My swearing is getting really good working around hairy assed engineers lol

me: lol

her: I can swear back as good as any of them, they love it 😀 💯 😏 so does my father watching on

me: Your father?

me: He sees how you swear?

her: Yes i see him laughing...my father is a working man, to survive in a mans world i have to give and take wind ups....he sees it as character building...but if i spoke like that at home he would break my jaw..workshop is different

her: You do similar work with welding, you know the type of men who do it, tough and rough

me: Yes but I swear more than everybody else combined.

me: I almost got whooped by one of my uncles when I was about 7 for when I answered how the lake was, I said "I almost froze my balls off", in the presence of my aunt.

her: 😆

her: I never swear usually, and never in home or street...

me: My uncle wouldn't have cared if it was not in front of a woman.

her: No place for ladies when work needs done and its dirty work

me: Yup

her: I get respect for getting involved in any job even cleaning toilets

me: Swearing is part of the job to build energy.... Now that should be in the game.

me: Add money to the swear jar and gain more energy.

Nobody needs to really swear but have a "swear jar" where money is paid for "swearing" to gain energy bonus's.

Sound like a good idea? At really life work, swearing is a energy boost, it charges us up when we are facing challenging situations, so it would be a realistic thing to have. Am I wrong?

lol 

I agree. 

People who hate their fathers, either for abandonment or for some illegitimate reason, are often devoid of empathy, love and soul.

I feel sorry for people who are empty! 

Nothing more.

I imagine if you live in the city it probably drains you of life and energy, you are probably reading all day everyday everywhere you go.

Depriving you of things with heart. But I am sure it isn't laziness.

I wish you the best.

No idea what DMT is, just chilling and enjoying my cup of coffee waiting for E and N to reload on this nice relaxing afternoon while watching the wolves stroll through my neighborhood and catching a cell signal from a remote tower just barely within range of my location. 

Life is good in the frozen wilderness. Its a natural high!

Thank you! 

Our world is full of history, at some point everything may have had somebody's hand laid upon it.

Some may have considered the future and who might consider them.

Others may have no regards for anything but their own greed in their time.

I prefer to think of the former.

An exzellent and thoughtful reply! 

Thank you for sharing your sentiment.

I've seen accounts once labelled "deserter" come back to life when their owner logged back in after many years. 

I used to play Mafia Boss and one day in 2005 my dog died and I never logged back in again until 2019, I had left the game as a bit of a legend and when I returned, to my surprise, I was still a legend in the game. 

I never got back into playing it again though. 

Best wishes for your revenge. May it be sweet!

Do you ever wunder what happened to the people behind the accounts we now use as NPC's? 

Like what was their story? Why did they abandon their account? 

Did they just get bored, or hit by a car, forgot their password, get married and have children, go to war, land in prison, get hooked on drugs, went insane, went on a space mission, become a president, become a busy corporate executive, got trapped in a coal mine???? 

Do you look at the pictures they left behind and wunder about them? Or see if they put up their name, location and age on their user information? 

Do you ever feel sad they're not here? Or try to think of something good being the reason they're on anymore?

Where did they go, whats their story??

Who are we if we don't care? Who are we if we do?

I used to have a very old American alarm clock from the mid 1700's and I used to think of how it sat next to a candle lamp and a wash basin in somebody's bedroom eagerly waiting to wake somebody up at 5 AM to go to work. 

I thought to myself, they could have been a coal miner but there was no coal dusk inside this clock, maybe a lumber jack, but there was no wear from calloused hands. I thought somebody with moderately soft hands and clean, perhaps a lady who woke before her husband who in turn awoke her husband for work. 

They could have been a banker, but certainly not with such a cheap alarm clock, it had to be somebody poor, somebody who worked hard, maybe a free range rancher, maybe a deed land rancher, maybe a wheat farmer. 

I would look at it very closely and try to see the wear patterns and maybe that would give me a clue, what time was the alarm set to most often, how much moisture was in the air, maybe they were a fishing family on the coast....

How long did they own the clock? How long did it stay in their family? Who else could have owned if it didn't?

I can envision a patchwork quilt on an iron frame bed in a dimly lit room on a creaky floor with a corded rug and wooden framed window facing north east through 8 small pains of glass, a wardrobe across the small room, a porcelain wash basin and a jug on the dressing/night side table where the clock sat with hand towels and a crochet doily as a mat.

A chair sits quietly in the room, possibly a Windsor chair. A coat/hat/umbrella stand next to the door with a night robe hanging it. 

An old low cost wooden door and glass door knob mounted on brass. At the foot of the bed sits a hope chest or travel trunk, built sturdy with metal banding and protective metal corners and an unlock clasp and leather straps with brass buckles.

Maybe they had just recently arrived in America. maybe a seamstress working at a Boston clothing factory. 

I'll never know for certain, but isn't curios to wunder about them?

To care about somebody you never met and know nothing about?

Who they were, where they came from, where they went, what they did?

But somehow, their ghosts live on in us who have never known who they were.

Our empathy wonders aimlessly in strange wilds.

I hope you enjoyed reading this post and maybe wunder where I might be in a few years time, or some of the other people who may also be reading this post at the same time as you, or another day, or year. 

Bye for now.