Where is area code 516 located

I secured a great house to lease. The landlord drafted the lease agreement on Zillow. It’s very generic except for when it comes to repairs. If repairs or needed such as AC repai replace, plumbing, roof, structural damage not caused by tenant the tenant shall pay the first 100 dollars of the repair. If I didn’t break, If say the compressor to the AC wore out, why would I be on the hook to pay the first 100 dollars.
Also, I walked the house and there were some soft spots in sections of the flooring from where the contractor who flipped the house - he didn’t correctly fix the flooring when the house was flipped. The landlord said he would have the flooring fixed it is also in the contract. If I walk the house down and find that there are areas where the repairs were not sufficient would the landlord be required to have those issues fixed? The house is a nice, in a nice neighborhood, in the 3rd best school district in my state. Really want it but i want to ensure I’m not getting took.
Thanks.

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Do you think they're just a physical location or do they have a spiritual meaning to the land? It's strange how there are so many poes down there, though I guess that's because the Upheaval messed with the poe statues. It's just so weird to me that there's this huge underworld where statues that move wandering spirits to the afterlife reside
What do you guys think about bomb flowers growing down there too? Previously established lore has us understand that bomb flowers only grow around death mountain, only now they grow in all caves and more specifically in the depths. They also don't seem to grow on the surface of death mountain anymore. I like to think they imply that the depths is actually flooded old Hyrule in the distant future, the "ceiling" being the islands fused together by the deku tree's efforts to do exactly that in WW
There's also the lost woods below great Hyrule forest, which I take to be the original forest OOT Link was raised in. The deku tree's roots reach all the way down to there. I can't think of what else that decayed forest would be, why is there another lost woods down there?

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I used to work at a reputable audit company. Those familiar with me will recognize the company. I'm certain my colleagues will come across this on Reddit, as I've seen them browse the site during office hours.
It's been approximately two days since the incident, and I can't shake the feeling of being watched. Each passing night, the shadows in my room seem to grow darker and have more substance. I fear I'm losing my sanity.
My fellow coworkers, as you read this, I'm uncertain if I'll still be alive. However, please, heed my warning. You must put an end to this curse before it's too late.
It happened on the night of June 23rd. It was around 11 PM, and anyone passing by the office building would have noticed that only the lights on the third floor were on. My colleague Awais and I were the only ones working late, as we had an upcoming deadline and, thus, had some unfinished tasks. It wouldn't be fair to solely blame us for the delay, as our client had taken their sweet time in providing the necessary data. Such was the life of an auditor.
My fingers glided across the keyboard of my laptop, the sound of typing echoed through the empty floor. Both of us were surviving on caffeine at this point, evident from the scattered paper cups on the table.
In the midst of entering an Excel formula, a faint scraping sound caught my attention. I had paused briefly to double-check my calculations, and that's when I heard it. As soon as I paid attention to it, it abruptly stopped. I looked up from my laptop, surveying the dimly lit office, but found no source for the sound. Awais, sitting to my right, seemed too busy with his work to notice. Shaking my head, I returned to my tasks, convinced that I had simply imagined it. However, as I looked back at the laptop screen, the scraping noise resumed, faint but distinct.
I immediately stood up, and once again, the sound stopped. I scanned the room and heard Awais making a strange noise. I turned toward him, and he burst into laughter.
"Bruh, you should have seen your face," Awais said, struggling to contain his amusement.
"Dude, that scared the hell out of me. Don't pull such pranks when we're up against a deadline."
"Yeah, yeah. You definitely need some sleep. You're losing it right now."
"I'll get some rest once I finish this," I replied, plopping back into my chair and letting out a sigh.
"I hate my job."
"Not much longer, right? This is our last day. Do you think our replacements will be able to complete this?"
"Probably. We gave them a thorough briefing about the work earlier."
I looked at Awais, and he slowly closed his laptop.
"You're leaving, huh?"
"I have a lot on my mind right now. I need to take a step back."
"Sure, I'll probably leave in a few minutes as well. You go ahead."
Awais started gathering his belongings, and in the midst of packing, he asked, "Have you heard from Asjad Bashir? He left the company a week ago, and we haven't heard a word from him."
"Same here. I've tried contacting him multiple times, but his phone was turned off."
"You think it's related to that rumored curse?"
"Nonsense. Do you believe in such things?"
"I don't, but lately, it seems more than just a rumor, doesn't it? They say those who leave the company vanish."
"Asjad not answering our calls would definitely have a logical explanation, rather than some absurd curse. He did say that his phone was causing all sorts of problems before he left"
"Sure, but what about Sarah and Ahmed?"
"They both had plans to move to China, so it's possible that they haven't had a chance to reach out to us yet."
"Junaid, it's been three months, and Ahmed, your work buddy, hasn't even contacted you."
"I understand that his silence is bothering you, but I have faith that he will eventually get in touch with us."
Awais didn't seem satisfied with my response. He stared blankly at the vacant office space.
"Don't worry about anything. You'll be fine. That rumor is just a tactic to keep us in the company," I assured him, giving his shoulder a pat.
"I want to believe that too. Anyway, I'm leaving now. Let's grab lunch sometime and talk shit about this company again," Awais said weakly, letting out a faint laugh.
"Sure thing, buddy."
We shook hands firmly, and Awais picked up his bag, heading towards the elevator. The doors closed, plunging the space into darkness once again, I returned to my desk and resumed my work.
About 20 minutes later, I stretched my arms.
"Man, the newbies are going to have a field day with this assignment."
I closed my laptop, preparing to pack up. I gathered the empty paper cups and tossed them into the nearby bin.
As I stood by the elevator, I took one last glance at the empty office.
"Never thought I'd witness this day, especially not after four years of being here."
With that, I stepped into the elevator. The doors closed, and the descent began, the floor numbers gradually ticking down from three.
Surprisingly, the elevator jolted and came to a sudden stop.
"Well, that was quicker than expected," I muttered.
I looked at the elevator panel, only to find the lower portion of "2" and the upper portion of "1".
"What in the world?"
Realizing that the doors hadn't opened, I pressed the buttons and attempted to force them apart, but to no avail. Of all the times, it had to be today. I decided to call the security guard, Kashif, I picked up my phone, and at that moment, the elevator doors opened.
Before me lay a dark corridor, without a single light. Glancing back at the panel, I noticed that it still displayed the same numbers. I tapped the panel and pressed the buttons, but nothing happened.
Letting out a sigh, I adjusted the strap of my bag and stepped out of the elevator. As soon as I did, the doors closed shut. I turned around, only to see the elevator panel indicating that it was descending to the ground level.
"You've got to be kidding me."
I found myself in an unfamiliar corridor. It didn't match any floor layout I was familiar with. With my phone's flashlight activated, I cautiously proceeded forward, noticing a partially open door a few meters away. In a final desperate attempt, I pushed the elevator button, but it remained fixed on the ground level. Admitting defeat, I slowly approached the door.
Carefully, I pushed the door open, my body on high alert for reasons I couldn't quite understand. Illuminating the room with my phone's light, I discovered empty workstations and chairs. I scanned the area, moving the light from one corner to another. In all my four years at the company, I had never seen this room before. I searched for a light switch, however, there were none, and I realized there were no windows either. Odd.
The only sound that came in the room was the sound of rushing air from the ventilation system. As I approached the first workstation, I noticed the name "Akhtar Ali" taped to the desk, accompanied by a photo of a man in his late thirties, I assumed the man in was Akhtar. Strangely enough, I had never seen or met him in the office before. I directed my flashlight towards the adjacent desk, where the name 'Parveen Nabil' was written—a name I had never heard in the office either.
Something felt off. I hurriedly passed by each table, each taped with a name tag and a picture of the person assigned to it. As I approached the end of the table, a particular name caught my attention. There was no mistaking it. Moving closer, I confirmed that 'Asjad Bashir' was written there, accompanied by a picture taken on his last day of work.
I took a step back from the table, feeling uneasy at what I had just looked at. Did the office maintain some bizarre memorial for all the staff members who had left? It sounded absurd, but that's exactly what was before me.
There were two desks next to Asjad's. I moved towards it, making me shiver at what I saw. The desks had mine and Awais' names taped on. What's more shocking was that the picture of either of us was the ones we took a couple of hours ago, when everyone had left.
"What in the world is going on? This is madness," I muttered.
I knew I had to leave. Something was severely wrong. At the far end of the room, there was another door. I approached it and cautiously opened it. Immediately, a horrendous, rotting smell invaded my nostrils, nearly causing me to throw up. Covering my nose, I took a step forward but tripped over something and stumbled to the floor. In the process, my phone was thrown a few feet away, its light illuminating the room. As I slowly rose, I noticed an arm lying next to my feet. Startled, I stood up, only to be confronted with a horrifying sight.
The floor was covered in dried blood, and several hooks with chains dangled from the ceiling. Lifeless bodies hung from those hooks, each with their mouths impaled on a hook. Limbs were strewn across the floor, as every body had been gruesomely dismembered.
I began to hyperventilate. What in God's name was I witnessing? This was sheer madness. Trembling, I reached for my phone, and as I retrieved it, I recognized the first body—the resemblance was unmistakable, it was Asjad Bashir. The corpse had decomposed slightly, but the face was still recognizable.
Three rooms stood at the end of the room, one of which was illuminated. I hurriedly made my way toward it, peeking through the doors' small window. Inside, a huge, obese man stood, easily seven feet tall and weighing over 500 pounds. His body was covered in scars and stitches, with a prominent red scar across his bald head. Gripping a massive meat cleaver, he was busy dismembering a lifeless figure on a table before him. With each strike, limbs fell off, and blood sprayed in all directions. I couldn't see the face of the body from my position.
"Gotta love it when the little fishy walks right into my hands," he chuckled, his voice hoarse.
Shocked and terrified, I stepped away from the door, realizing I needed to escape this place.
I heard movement in the room and quickly ducked into the next room. Just as I slightly closed the door behind me, the man emerged. Although I couldn't see what he was doing, I heard the sound of chains rattling and the piercing of flesh.
Footsteps echoed again, and it seemed the man was leaving. The footsteps halted, followed by the man sniffing the air, chuckling with delight.
"Oh boy, oh boy, looks like another little fishy was wandering around here. I do love me some good hide and seek."
With that, it sounded like he exited the slaughter room and entered the memorial room. Gathering my courage, I left the room I had hidden in, refraining from using my phone's flashlight to avoid being spotted. I used the light coming from the butcher's room to navigate my way to the butcher's room.
The room was a blood-splattered chaos. In the center stood a large table, with limbs on it from the previous victim. I frantically searched the room for a key, a button, anything that could help me escape.
But there was nothing. Overwhelmed with despair, I collapsed onto the floor.
"I don't want to die. I don't want to die."
All hope seemed lost. That monster was sure to return any minute and kill me. At that moment, I noticed a large finger hanging on a cleaver keychain from one of the walls. I got up and grabbed it.
Then, I heard the door behind me creak open, and I felt a force pulling me upright.
"Well, well, the little fishy has strayed too far from the fishing net."
I turned and saw one of the ugliest faces I had ever seen, grinning at me. I struggled to break free from his grip, but he was too strong.
"Oh, the little fishy is putting up a fight? I do love me some strong fish."
He flashed a toothy grin and threw me onto the table. Placing his enormous hand on my neck, he began to strangle me.
"Now, playtime is over, fishy. Please die for me and create the music of death."
He brought his face closer to mine, a sadistic smile spreading across his lips. I clawed at his hands, but his grip tightened. I gasped for air and that made the man laugh.
"Give me more music fish."
Summoning my last ounce of strength, I clenched the cleaver keychain tightly and drove it into his eye with all my might.
The man howled in agony and stumbled back. Coughing and gasping for air, I scrambled to my feet. With one goal in mind to escape, I sprinted out of the room.
"You piece of shit! I'll skin you alive!" roared the butcher.
I took out my phone and illuminated my path with its light. Hastily finding the door to the memorial room, I entered it. The room was now a mess, with overturned tables. I didn't have much time to assess the full extent of the butcher's rampage. I exited the memorial room, rushed down the corridor, and reached the elevator.
Frantically pressing the buttons, I received no response. "Come on, come on!"
Despite multiple attempts, the elevator remained motionless. I heard a loud explosion behind me, signaling that the man had entered the memorial room. Ready to give up, I remembered the giant finger I had picked up. I decided to use it to press the elevator button, and to my relief, the elevator started moving up.
The elevator doors opened and with that, the memorial room doors as well. The light from the elevator shone in the corridor and I saw him running towards me.
"Get here, you little fish."
He raised his cleaver and hurled it towards me. I used the finger and pressed the ground level. The doors closed, stopping the cleaver from impaling me.
The elevator descended and stopped at the ground level.
The doors opened, revealing the reception area of the office, with the security guard Kashif sitting there. As he saw me, he quickly stood and approached.
"What happened to you? You're a complete mess, and what's with all the blood?" he asked, bewildered.
"There... I... He..." I struggled to form any words.
With that, I bolted out of the front door. I ran and ran, not even bothering to call a taxi. I needed to distance myself from that place and everything I had witnessed.
I reached my house in no time as I didn't live too far from the office, I locked all the doors and hid in my room. I don't know how, but somehow I managed to fall asleep. The next morning, I attempted to call Awais, but received no response. I tried calling the security guard, Kashif, but his phone was powered off. Each number I attempted to call yielded the same result—no connection.
During all this confusion, I noticed a text message notification on my phone. It was from Awais, sent to me just after he left the office last night. The message read:
"Junaid, what the hell is going on in this office? Why the hell are there dead bodies being kept here?"

Anyone here designed their own HVAC system? Any recommendation for good literature? Online/free preferred but a good book also welcome.
My focus is heat pump in heating mode only with central return in the corridor very close to the air handler.
My understanding of how that works is:

1. Calculate heating loads for each room. Will be based on square footage, ceiling height, windows, insulation assumptions and possibly other heat sources. Units: Watts or BTU/h
2. From heating loads get heat flow requirements. Units: CFM
3. From CFM determine the vent size area (unit: square inch) for each room
4. Place the (supply) vents at various locations at each room
5. Calculate the effective length from each vent to air handler (effective length is length incl equivalent length of all turns/bents/boots).
6. CFM requirement for the room and effective length gives duct size (?)
7. Total CFM requirement of the supply determines CFM requirement for the return (possibly with substantial margin factor)
8. Similarly, effective length and CFM give return duct diameter
9. Total required return CFM determines grille size area

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Is this the right approach?
If would be great of the reference would discuss how to handle multiple vents+ducts per room and how to account for open living spaces (in my case there are no doors between stairs, living room, dining room, kitchen, corridor etc)
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I used to work at a reputable audit company. Those familiar with me will recognize the company. I'm certain my colleagues will come across this on Reddit, as I've seen them browse the site during office hours.
It's been approximately two days since the incident, and I can't shake the feeling of being watched. Each passing night, the shadows in my room seem to grow darker and have more substance. I fear I'm losing my sanity.
My fellow coworkers, as you read this, I'm uncertain if I'll still be alive. However, please, heed my warning. You must put an end to this curse before it's too late.
It happened on the night of June 23rd. It was around 11 PM, and anyone passing by the office building would have noticed that only the lights on the third floor were on. My colleague Awais and I were the only ones working late, as we had an upcoming deadline and, thus, had some unfinished tasks. It wouldn't be fair to solely blame us for the delay, as our client had taken their sweet time in providing the necessary data. Such was the life of an auditor.
My fingers glided across the keyboard of my laptop, the sound of typing echoed through the empty floor. Both of us were surviving on caffeine at this point, evident from the scattered paper cups on the table.
In the midst of entering an Excel formula, a faint scraping sound caught my attention. I had paused briefly to double-check my calculations, and that's when I heard it. As soon as I paid attention to it, it abruptly stopped. I looked up from my laptop, surveying the dimly lit office, but found no source for the sound. Awais, sitting to my right, seemed too busy with his work to notice. Shaking my head, I returned to my tasks, convinced that I had simply imagined it. However, as I looked back at the laptop screen, the scraping noise resumed, faint but distinct.
I immediately stood up, and once again, the sound stopped. I scanned the room and heard Awais making a strange noise. I turned toward him, and he burst into laughter.
"Bruh, you should have seen your face," Awais said, struggling to contain his amusement.
"Dude, that scared the hell out of me. Don't pull such pranks when we're up against a deadline."
"Yeah, yeah. You definitely need some sleep. You're losing it right now."
"I'll get some rest once I finish this," I replied, plopping back into my chair and letting out a sigh.
"I hate my job."
"Not much longer, right? This is our last day. Do you think our replacements will be able to complete this?"
"Probably. We gave them a thorough briefing about the work earlier."
I looked at Awais, and he slowly closed his laptop.
"You're leaving, huh?"
"I have a lot on my mind right now. I need to take a step back."
"Sure, I'll probably leave in a few minutes as well. You go ahead."
Awais started gathering his belongings, and in the midst of packing, he asked, "Have you heard from Asjad Bashir? He left the company a week ago, and we haven't heard a word from him."
"Same here. I've tried contacting him multiple times, but his phone was turned off."
"You think it's related to that rumored curse?"
"Nonsense. Do you believe in such things?"
"I don't, but lately, it seems more than just a rumor, doesn't it? They say those who leave the company vanish."
"Asjad not answering our calls would definitely have a logical explanation, rather than some absurd curse. He did say that his phone was causing all sorts of problems before he left"
"Sure, but what about Sarah and Ahmed?"
"They both had plans to move to China, so it's possible that they haven't had a chance to reach out to us yet."
"Junaid, it's been three months, and Ahmed, your work buddy, hasn't even contacted you."
"I understand that his silence is bothering you, but I have faith that he will eventually get in touch with us."
Awais didn't seem satisfied with my response. He stared blankly at the vacant office space.
"Don't worry about anything. You'll be fine. That rumor is just a tactic to keep us in the company," I assured him, giving his shoulder a pat.
"I want to believe that too. Anyway, I'm leaving now. Let's grab lunch sometime and talk shit about this company again," Awais said weakly, letting out a faint laugh.
"Sure thing, buddy."
We shook hands firmly, and Awais picked up his bag, heading towards the elevator. The doors closed, plunging the space into darkness once again, I returned to my desk and resumed my work.
About 20 minutes later, I stretched my arms.
"Man, the newbies are going to have a field day with this assignment."
I closed my laptop, preparing to pack up. I gathered the empty paper cups and tossed them into the nearby bin.
As I stood by the elevator, I took one last glance at the empty office.
"Never thought I'd witness this day, especially not after four years of being here."
With that, I stepped into the elevator. The doors closed, and the descent began, the floor numbers gradually ticking down from three.
Surprisingly, the elevator jolted and came to a sudden stop.
"Well, that was quicker than expected," I muttered.
I looked at the elevator panel, only to find the lower portion of "2" and the upper portion of "1".
"What in the world?"
Realizing that the doors hadn't opened, I pressed the buttons and attempted to force them apart, but to no avail. Of all the times, it had to be today. I decided to call the security guard, Kashif, I picked up my phone, and at that moment, the elevator doors opened.
Before me lay a dark corridor, without a single light. Glancing back at the panel, I noticed that it still displayed the same numbers. I tapped the panel and pressed the buttons, but nothing happened.
Letting out a sigh, I adjusted the strap of my bag and stepped out of the elevator. As soon as I did, the doors closed shut. I turned around, only to see the elevator panel indicating that it was descending to the ground level.
"You've got to be kidding me."
I found myself in an unfamiliar corridor. It didn't match any floor layout I was familiar with. With my phone's flashlight activated, I cautiously proceeded forward, noticing a partially open door a few meters away. In a final desperate attempt, I pushed the elevator button, but it remained fixed on the ground level. Admitting defeat, I slowly approached the door.
Carefully, I pushed the door open, my body on high alert for reasons I couldn't quite understand. Illuminating the room with my phone's light, I discovered empty workstations and chairs. I scanned the area, moving the light from one corner to another. In all my four years at the company, I had never seen this room before. I searched for a light switch, however, there were none, and I realized there were no windows either. Odd.
The only sound that came in the room was the sound of rushing air from the ventilation system. As I approached the first workstation, I noticed the name "Akhtar Ali" taped to the desk, accompanied by a photo of a man in his late thirties, I assumed the man in was Akhtar. Strangely enough, I had never seen or met him in the office before. I directed my flashlight towards the adjacent desk, where the name 'Parveen Nabil' was written—a name I had never heard in the office either.
Something felt off. I hurriedly passed by each table, each taped with a name tag and a picture of the person assigned to it. As I approached the end of the table, a particular name caught my attention. There was no mistaking it. Moving closer, I confirmed that 'Asjad Bashir' was written there, accompanied by a picture taken on his last day of work.
I took a step back from the table, feeling uneasy at what I had just looked at. Did the office maintain some bizarre memorial for all the staff members who had left? It sounded absurd, but that's exactly what was before me.
There were two desks next to Asjad's. I moved towards it, making me shiver at what I saw. The desks had mine and Awais' names taped on. What's more shocking was that the picture of either of us was the ones we took a couple of hours ago, when everyone had left.
"What in the world is going on? This is madness," I muttered.
I knew I had to leave. Something was severely wrong. At the far end of the room, there was another door. I approached it and cautiously opened it. Immediately, a horrendous, rotting smell invaded my nostrils, nearly causing me to throw up. Covering my nose, I took a step forward but tripped over something and stumbled to the floor. In the process, my phone was thrown a few feet away, its light illuminating the room. As I slowly rose, I noticed an arm lying next to my feet. Startled, I stood up, only to be confronted with a horrifying sight.
The floor was covered in dried blood, and several hooks with chains dangled from the ceiling. Lifeless bodies hung from those hooks, each with their mouths impaled on a hook. Limbs were strewn across the floor, as every body had been gruesomely dismembered.
I began to hyperventilate. What in God's name was I witnessing? This was sheer madness. Trembling, I reached for my phone, and as I retrieved it, I recognized the first body—the resemblance was unmistakable, it was Asjad Bashir. The corpse had decomposed slightly, but the face was still recognizable.
Three rooms stood at the end of the room, one of which was illuminated. I hurriedly made my way toward it, peeking through the doors' small window. Inside, a huge, obese man stood, easily seven feet tall and weighing over 500 pounds. His body was covered in scars and stitches, with a prominent red scar across his bald head. Gripping a massive meat cleaver, he was busy dismembering a lifeless figure on a table before him. With each strike, limbs fell off, and blood sprayed in all directions. I couldn't see the face of the body from my position.
"Gotta love it when the little fishy walks right into my hands," he chuckled, his voice hoarse.
Shocked and terrified, I stepped away from the door, realizing I needed to escape this place.
I heard movement in the room and quickly ducked into the next room. Just as I slightly closed the door behind me, the man emerged. Although I couldn't see what he was doing, I heard the sound of chains rattling and the piercing of flesh.
Footsteps echoed again, and it seemed the man was leaving. The footsteps halted, followed by the man sniffing the air, chuckling with delight.
"Oh boy, oh boy, looks like another little fishy was wandering around here. I do love me some good hide and seek."
With that, it sounded like he exited the slaughter room and entered the memorial room. Gathering my courage, I left the room I had hidden in, refraining from using my phone's flashlight to avoid being spotted. I used the light coming from the butcher's room to navigate my way to the butcher's room.
The room was a blood-splattered chaos. In the center stood a large table, with limbs on it from the previous victim. I frantically searched the room for a key, a button, anything that could help me escape.
But there was nothing. Overwhelmed with despair, I collapsed onto the floor.
"I don't want to die. I don't want to die."
All hope seemed lost. That monster was sure to return any minute and kill me. At that moment, I noticed a large finger hanging on a cleaver keychain from one of the walls. I got up and grabbed it.
Then, I heard the door behind me creak open, and I felt a force pulling me upright.
"Well, well, the little fishy has strayed too far from the fishing net."
I turned and saw one of the ugliest faces I had ever seen, grinning at me. I struggled to break free from his grip, but he was too strong.
"Oh, the little fishy is putting up a fight? I do love me some strong fish."
He flashed a toothy grin and threw me onto the table. Placing his enormous hand on my neck, he began to strangle me.
"Now, playtime is over, fishy. Please die for me and create the music of death."
He brought his face closer to mine, a sadistic smile spreading across his lips. I clawed at his hands, but his grip tightened. I gasped for air and that made the man laugh.
"Give me more music fish."
Summoning my last ounce of strength, I clenched the cleaver keychain tightly and drove it into his eye with all my might.
The man howled in agony and stumbled back. Coughing and gasping for air, I scrambled to my feet. With one goal in mind to escape, I sprinted out of the room.
"You piece of shit! I'll skin you alive!" roared the butcher.
I took out my phone and illuminated my path with its light. Hastily finding the door to the memorial room, I entered it. The room was now a mess, with overturned tables. I didn't have much time to assess the full extent of the butcher's rampage. I exited the memorial room, rushed down the corridor, and reached the elevator.
Frantically pressing the buttons, I received no response. "Come on, come on!"
Despite multiple attempts, the elevator remained motionless. I heard a loud explosion behind me, signaling that the man had entered the memorial room. Ready to give up, I remembered the giant finger I had picked up. I decided to use it to press the elevator button, and to my relief, the elevator started moving up.
The elevator doors opened and with that, the memorial room doors as well. The light from the elevator shone in the corridor and I saw him running towards me.
"Get here, you little fish."
He raised his cleaver and hurled it towards me. I used the finger and pressed the ground level. The doors closed, stopping the cleaver from impaling me.
The elevator descended and stopped at the ground level.
The doors opened, revealing the reception area of the office, with the security guard Kashif sitting there. As he saw me, he quickly stood and approached.
"What happened to you? You're a complete mess, and what's with all the blood?" he asked, bewildered.
"There... I... He..." I struggled to form any words.
With that, I bolted out of the front door. I ran and ran, not even bothering to call a taxi. I needed to distance myself from that place and everything I had witnessed.
I reached my house in no time as I didn't live too far from the office, I locked all the doors and hid in my room. I don't know how, but somehow I managed to fall asleep. The next morning, I attempted to call Awais, but received no response. I tried calling the security guard, Kashif, but his phone was powered off. Each number I attempted to call yielded the same result—no connection.
During all this confusion, I noticed a text message notification on my phone. It was from Awais, sent to me just after he left the office last night. The message read:
"Junaid, what the hell is going on in this office? Why the hell are there dead bodies being kept here?"

Fuel prices can significantly impact our monthly budgets, especially for those who rely on vehicles for their daily commute or business operations. One effective way to reduce the burden of gasoline expenses is by utilizing fuel discount cards. In this article, we will explore the benefits of these cards and provide valuable tips on how to maximize your fuel savings.

Understanding Fuel Discount Cards

Discount cards, also known as gas reward cards or gas loyalty cards, are designed to help consumers save money on gasoline purchases. These cards are typically offered by fuel retailers, supermarkets, or financial institutions and can be used at specific gas stations or a network of participating locations.
Upon signing up for a discount card, you may be eligible for various benefits, such as earning points or receiving discounts on fuel purchases. Some cards may require an annual fee or specific spending requirements, while others are free to join.

Benefits

• Discounts on Fuel Purchases: One of the primary advantages of discount cards is the potential to save money on every gallon of gasoline you purchase. With each transaction, you can enjoy a certain percentage off the regular price, leading to significant savings over time.
• Loyalty Rewards and Points: Many discount cards offer loyalty reward programs where you can accumulate points with every purchase. These points can then be redeemed for future fuel discounts or other rewards, such as merchandise or gift cards.
• Additional Discounts and Special Offers: Discount cardholders often receive exclusive promotions, seasonal discounts, or bonus point opportunities, allowing for even more savings on fuel purchases.

Tips For Maximising Fuel Savings

• Choose the Right Card: Research different discount cards available in your area and compare their benefits and terms. Consider factors such as participating gas stations, discounts offered, and any associated fees. Select a card that aligns with your driving habits and offers the best overall value.
• Monitor Promotions and Special Offers: Stay updated on the latest promotions and special offers provided by your discount card issuer. This may include limited-time discounts, bonus point opportunities, or partnerships with other businesses that can enhance your savings.
• Combine Savings Strategies: To maximize your fuel savings, combine your discount card benefits with other savings strategies. For example, consider purchasing gasoline during off-peak hours when prices tend to be lower or take advantage of additional discounts by using a rewards credit card that offers cashback or bonus points on fuel purchases.

Alternative Ways to Save on Gasoline Purchases

While discount cards are an excellent tool for reducing gasoline expenses, there are other strategies you can implement to save money:

• Carpooling and Ridesharing: Sharing rides with coworkers or using ridesharing services can help reduce the number of miles you drive and ultimately lower your fuel costs.
• Vehicle Maintenance: Proper vehicle maintenance, such as regular oil changes, tire inflation, and engine tune-ups, can improve fuel efficiency, allowing you to get more mileage out of each gallon of gasoline.
• Driving Habits: Adopting fuel-efficient driving habits, such as avoiding excessive idling, maintaining a steady speed, and minimizing rapid acceleration and braking, can significantly improve your vehicle's fuel economy.

Finding the Right Fuel Station

When using a discount card, it's essential to choose a fuel station that offers the best value and convenience. Consider the following factors when selecting a fuel station:

• Network of Participating Stations: Check the list of participating stations associated with your discount card. Ensure that there are conveniently located options near your regular routes or frequented areas to make the most of your savings.
• Price Comparison: While discount cards can provide savings, it's still important to compare fuel prices among different stations. Use online platforms or mobile apps that track and display current fuel prices to identify the stations offering the best deals.
• Quality and Service: Saving money on fuel is important, but it's equally crucial to consider the quality of fuel and service provided by the station. Look for stations known for their reliable fuel quality and excellent customer service to ensure a positive fueling experience.

Additional Perks of Discount Cards

Discount cards often come with additional perks that can further enhance your overall savings and convenience:

• Partner Discounts: Some discount card issuers have partnerships with various businesses, including retail stores, restaurants, or travel companies. These partnerships may offer additional discounts or rewards when using your discount card for purchases at their establishments.
• Mobile Apps and Online Account Management: Many discount cards have accompanying mobile apps or online portals that allow you to manage your account, track your fuel purchases, and access exclusive deals or promotions. Make sure to explore these features to take full advantage of the card's benefits.
• Integration with Payment Methods: Some discount cards can be linked to your preferred payment method, such as a credit or debit card, allowing for seamless and convenient transactions at the fuel station without the need to carry multiple cards.

Conclusion

Fuel discount cards provide an effective way to save money on gasoline purchases. By understanding the benefits, choosing the right card, and implementing strategies to maximize savings, you can significantly reduce your monthly fuel expenses. Additionally, incorporating alternative savings methods such as carpooling, proper vehicle maintenance, and fuel-efficient driving habits can further enhance your overall fuel cost savings. Start exploring the available options with HWY fuel and take control of your fuel expenses today.

Okay, so metallic house is basically just a level where people can talk. No dining, just an empty room. Now it's just an empty room since it's for a group I'm going to make made out of Metal Sonic's. "The Metallic Police" We're gonna spread random memes across a server. Mass chaos. If you want to join the trolling dream, then go tohttps://web.roblox.com/games/130793019?privateServerLinkCode=98359567407428916823342285947650

My accountant filed my taxes on Feb.9th, where’s my refund shows “still in process”, my account transcript shows TC 810 code posted March 9th, called IRS I was told My account is under review ?? Never had any tax issues or delays ..they advised could take up to 180 days ??? Anyone please Help !

I'm penning this post to share my awe and excitement for Apple's new release, the Vision Pro. This groundbreaking innovation is not just a product, but a seismic shift in technology that I believe many are yet to fully comprehend.
Being an early adopter of tech products, I've always had an eye on what's new and what could potentially change our lives. However, recently, I started feeling that tech development had reached a standstill, as if we'd hit the 2023 ceiling. Gadgets and computers felt like they had plateaued, with the future of tech seeming unimaginative and stagnant.
A similar sensation swept the tech world a few years ago when the Nintendo Wii and games like Guitar Hero were released. These revolutionary products ignited a spark, leading us to believe that the future of gaming was shifting towards a more physical, immersive experience. However, this promise didn't mature as expected; within 3-4 years, the enthusiasm waned, largely due to a lack of sustained development in the sector.
Fast forward to now, the Vision Pro has reignited the tech flame in me, and I genuinely believe it's going to be different this time. I foresee a future where VR, augmented reality, and physical interfaces will dominate the tech scene.
Yes, the Vision Pro is expensive at launch, but like all tech, the prices will likely become more consumer-friendly as the technology becomes more mainstream and alternate versions are launched.
This tech will revolutionize various sectors, making a profound impact in areas such as business collaboration and communication, media experiences, gaming, and real-life experiences. Imagine being a spectator at an MMA fight or a rock concert, shopping in your favorite store, or traveling to exotic locations, all from the comfort of your living room.
The Vision Pro is not just a product, it's a portal into a future we've only dreamed of. It's the dawn of an era where the digital and physical world blend seamlessly, transforming the way we live, work, and play. Let's buckle up and get ready for this exciting ride into the future!

Hello fellow developers,
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Hope you all are doing well!! I am in a predicament regarding my career , feels completely lost and unmotivated. Since I moved to a company , where the JD they provided at the time of joining was completely opposite to the work I do. The only plus was the work culture was non toxic. Since I came from a toxic work culture & shitty colleagues /manager , i thought of staying in but slowly I lost motivation and interest as I didnt find my work challenging and also have 0 learning / financial growth. I had some health issues starting from covid due to which I compensated and stayed. But now I plan to either switch or to prepare for further studies and meanwhile I got a offer from my client saying they want me in onsite location being Zurich. The stint is just for 3-4 months and I know the pay isnt that much , but If incase I move there I again lose 3-4 months of my experience in nothing & coming back and starting again will also take another 6 months. I am in my late twenties so I don't want to take that risk. Also since the city is costly af I doubt I will save much.
Also the client clearly mentioned it doesnt have anything as giving you a new project or new thing, its the same old role and I will not gain anything new I am half way in my decision to say no , but I always feel people around me constantly nagging as its a lifetime opportunity and how can you say no !! i dont feel that way . Is this valid??

The game had an open world, I do not remember if it was point and click open world or not. It was centered around puzzles/minigames, the only two I remember is one where you can change where multiple telescopes? around the place/island? were pointed towards, and the other was a boulder puzzle where they slide down a ramp I think. Another part I think I remember is that there is an elevator? or like a golden cage, and I have no clue if I am remembering this correctly but I think the player is transported by a wizard to the location.
I believe it was not a cartoon artstyle, but I am not sure.
Sorry this is really not much to go off, I don't remember more and I have been trying to find it for a while now.
Please help or ask questions because maybe it might help get my memory jogging.

(33F) Hi docs, I went to my doctor's 2+ weeks ago regarding a really painful feeling on my wrist area, and my doctor told me I have tendinitis (specifically De Quervain's tenosynovitis). She had me make the fist gesture where I tuck my thumb underneath my four fingers, and bend it away from me, and yeah that's exactly where it hurts. This is on my dominant right hand. Anyway, she told me to wear a thumb spica splint, so I bought one that's 3M brand from CVS, and she advised me to take Aleve or Advil up to 6 times a day, so no prescribed painkillers needed.
My question is, I do remove my brace whenever I use the restroom, eat food, and/or shower because I don't want to get my brace dirty. However, I notice that whenever I stop wearing it, my hand is very, very stiff. I was wondering can I stretch my thumb/hand? Does stretching and/or massaging the injured area make it worse, or don't do that at all? This was something I forgot to ask my doctor.
Another thing is before, I would feel something like my tendon snapping or rubbing back and forth whenever I tried to move my thumb. That snapping feeling is no longer there, however it feels a bit more painful now and looks more swollen than last week. I did start using lidocaine patches, which I'm not sure if it was working. Then I just switched to Salonpas patches for that icy hot feeling (this started like 1.5 days ago), but I'm not sure if that would help (OR if that caused the swelling).
Any advice appreciated, please and thank you! I just feel so bad having my coworker take care of my physical tasks at work, and even my boyfriend is helping me do laundry. I am also currently practicing to use my toothbrush with my left hand, restroom (wiping) with my left hand, chopsticks, driving, etc.

[WP] It turns out that the Statue of Liberty is actually a Weeping Angel, it’s just so big that it’s always been visible to someone. Now, with the smoke filling New York, it’s gone unobserved for the first time.
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Washington Post – June 10th 2023 // Page 1 Article 1 // Paragraph 1-3:
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The Statue of Liberty has gone missing!
Yesterday night, at 3:00 AM, an employee at the symbol of New York was working his nightshift when he discovered a giant crater where the Statue of Liberty once had stood. The police have refused to disclose the name of the employee or any further detail.
Our Journalist, Joshua Lionheart, has taken testimonies from a few shipmen who heard a loud screeching sound the night Liberty disappeared. And two Cargo ships had disappeared coming from close to New York.
The Whitehouse declared a national emergency upon the event and stated that “The theft of lady liberty was an attack against the identity of the United States; the perpetrators of such heinous actions with be dealt with using swift force. We shall return ease to the mind of the people in any way necessary.”
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USGS // Seismometer // June 13th 2023:
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Magnitude 6.9 earthquake
400 km from Paramaribo, Suriname· 10:21 AM
7.056522676118899, -53.63721225638664
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Mortality: 150
Injured: 6000
Missing: 1300
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US Military satellite USA-315 // June 17th 2023 // 19:00:
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USA-315 navigation satellite picked up a foreign large body traveling 15 kilometers off the coast of Salvador. The object of unknown origin is traveling at an estimated speed of 90 kilometers per hour with no signs of slowing down. It is partially submerged in the ocean, revealing only a black crown-like smut. Squadron Alpha-092 has been designated to confront it at the predicted area of its meeting land.
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Report // Operation: FrenchKiss // Alpha-092 // Salvador, State of Bahia, Brazil // June 18th 2023 // 03:00:
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The object has ascended from the shore. It appears to be a statue-like entity covered in black oceanic mud. Our commander suspects that it is the Statue of Liberty The moment it was out of the water, it started sprinting at the speed of 200 kilometers per hour. The shockwaves from its trampling shattered the windows of the nearby building. Our logistics have estimated that it is heading directly towards the statue of Christ the Redeemer located in Rio, Parque Nacional da Tijuca - Alto da Boa Vista, Rio de Janeiro - State of Rio de Janeiro, Brazil (-22.9517579077614, -43.210476475399545). A bomb squad has been authorized to intercept it at Jampruca. Lady Liberty has to be stopped from reaching her destination by all means necessary!