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I imagine that the benefits include access to high-energy food that your competitors aren't interested in or able to consume as easily, combined with the maneuverability provided by the ability to hover and move in any direction to avoid threats. Not an expert on hummingbirds or hummingbird moths though.

I find myself still wearing masks most places I go, despite being fully vaccinated and a number of businesses starting to relax restrictions. I'm worried about encountering someone with a new strain that the vaccine (I got Moderna) doesn't protect against. Or that I may be one of the unlucky few who got a dud dose that will not protect me. Or something.

My paranoia isn't helped by the fact that I can go into a gas station and see someone without a mask on coughing into their hands.

That's not happy, THAT'S NOT HAPPY

Played this for the first time yesterday. It's fun, and I can't wait to get to the actual sphere building, but there are a couple of things that bug me.

Maybe it was just me being blind, but there didn't seem to be a clear indication of how to produce hydrogen in-game. It doesn't show up in the mech's fabricator, none of the buildings mention it in the descriptions, and you don't see it in the tech tree except as part of recipes that include hydrogen. I had to hunt around half an hour before I finally found a tooltip stating that it could be made in a refinery.

This is actually the wtf room. An easy mistake to make.

Calling myself "absolutely terrified" is stretching things somewhat, but I've been putting a lot of thought into going back to college. I'm just about sick to death of my job and want to find something that is more fulfilling, both in terms of life satisfaction and income.

There are problems, however. I work a very early morning shift that sees me going to bed before the sun goes down most of the year. I work 50+ hours a week, and by the nature of my job some days can can be much longer than others. Some days I have a good amount of free time that could potentially be put to productive use, but other days it's running running running until I'm about ready to drop. Put simply, full-time education is infeasible as long as I have this job thanks to my inconsistent schedule. On the other hand, without said job I don't know how much education I will actually be able to pay for. I know financial aid exists, but I would really rather avoid student loans as much as possible and I don't know if I'd qualify for grants or scholarships (especially since my first foray into college life was...less than successful).

I feel like I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place, as cliche as that sounds. The only two immediate futures I can see are either continuing to work a job that I am coming to hate more and more with each passing year, or throwing myself headlong into schooling with no guarantee of success. Every time I think about these possibilities my stomach clenches up and all I can do is try and distract myself before I start stress-spiraling.

Gordon eyed the weapon that had appeared in his hand. A simple mace - nothing fancy to look at, but a mace reminiscent of one he had once wielded, so many years ago. Hefting the iron implement in both hands, the elderly priest chanted a prayer. As he spoke, the head of the mace began to glow with holy magic.

: "Great Defender, hear me prayer. Watch over me in this hour of need. Grant me tha strength ta resist evil in all its forms. Grant me tha fortitude ta protect those dearest to me."

: "As ye defend ye faithful, as a king defends his people, as a shepherd defends his flock, and as a father defends his child! May me aim be true and me heart unwavering! May this foul demon trouble the world no longer! May thy will be done!" As Father Duvall brought the mace, now shining so brightly that it almost hurt to look at, down on Rundum's form, he roared out one last word.

: "AMEN!"