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baseline trolley problem, you don't know any of the people on the track, do you pull the lever? why or why not?

The FitnessGram™ Pacer Test is a multistage aerobic capacity test that progressively gets more difficult as it continues. The 20 meter pacer test will begin in 30 seconds. Line up at the start. The running speed starts slowly, but gets faster each minute after you hear this signal. [beep] A single lap should be completed each time you hear this sound. [ding] Remember to run in a straight line, and run as long as possible. The second time you fail to complete a lap before the sound, your test is over. The test will begin on the word start. On your mark, get ready, start.

top 5 maid characters?

i don't think i even know five characters named vivian. for all my effort i can only think of two, so i guess this is top two. Zenless Zone Zero Paper Mario

birthday bump!

If someone was supposed to show up and give the students the tour, they sure weren't showing up. Maybe the tour wasn't guided? Theo thought about going to explore the campus on her own if someone didn't show up soon. But then, someone did show up. Or, rather, something. “What… the hell is that thing…?” The witch turned her gaze toward... what the hell was that thing? No matter how she adjusted her eyes, it was somehow always out of focus. Its entire body was solid black, like some sort of charcoal drawing, except for its bright red eyes that seemed to stare at her and everyone else assembled outside all at the same time. It pointed ominously at seemingly nothing, then... when Theo blinked her eyes, it was gone. Whatever that was all about. Shortly after its departure though, something else happened. A bloodcurdling scream, and soon after that? Violence. Whatever the hell was these kids' problem, one of them had chosen to make it Theodora's problem. Being fairly in-shape was practically a requirement for witchcraft, but even so, the element of surprise had let them nick her neck with their nails. Whatever the hell their problem was, they were going to learn today. Among the many rules in witch society, two of the most important were separated only by context. Never leave a debt unpaid, and never leave a grudge unresolved. Whatever inspired this delinquent to attack Theodora, it definitely had earned a grudge, and she wasn't about to leave it unresolved. Unfortunately, Theo had left her aptly-named "bag of tricks" on her seat when she got up to address the boys. And it wasn't like she'd have time to stir something up in a cauldron, never mind the fact there wasn't one near her. This meant that all she had to work with was her own two hands, and what little tricks she could do without any prep time or special tools. However, witchcraft had many uses, and its power could be used in surprising ways. When the mad delinquent ran at Theo for a second swipe, she was ready this time. She stepped out of the way, plucking a single hair off their head as they stumbled past her. Hair was a very powerful tool for spells meant to work on one specific person. Anything containing the target's DNA, really, but hair was the most accessible. With a wave of her other hand over her prize, the hair began to glow. Only for her to drop it to the ground, ducking down to the ground as her assailant charged in for a third strike. Not getting hit again was nice and all, but being low to the ground for this next part was what Theo really needed. She put her hands over the grass, combing it down over the hair she'd placed down. As she did, the blades she touched glowed a sickly pale purple, and the grass beneath the delinquent's feet did the same. Only for that grass to then shoot up like vines, wrapping itself tight around their wrists and ankles, then dragging them down to the ground, where they thrashed and flailed in an attempt to break free. That wasn't going to happen as long as Theo kept the spell going. And she had no intention of getting up from her spot on the ground just yet. "Well, I'd say that's witchcraft: one, brute force: zero." That said, she didn't want to stay here forever. She could fix up a more semi-permanent solution for her assailant, but it required things from her bag. And going to get those things meant moving away from where she was currently doing her thing, and the spell would probably break in the time it took her to get the bag herself. So, she glanced around the crowd, looking for anyone who looked to still be sane and not currently occupied. "You there, could you be a peach and get my bag? It's over there hanging from that chair, the one with the rabbit pins on it."

i don't want to but it is a fun side benefit

my birthday is in march so i'm a bit biased toward march 1st that said, not quite the question, but if we shaved a day each off of january and august, we could push february up to 30 days while also mostly keeping the length of each month alternating between 30 and 31 days. unfortunately, september has 30 days, so doing this would mean we do still have two sequential months with the same length in august and september, but we can sorta slap a bandaid on that by setting the new leap day to august 31st, and now august is just the month that matches its neighbor's length, usually september but sometimes july

“I do not believe in coincidences. I imagine we will have to find both your missing Pokémon and this lighthouse’s resident ghost if we are to solve this mystery. But such a task requires your cooperation.” The lighthouse-dwelling boy glanced around at his little hideout. Then back to Quinn the friendly ghost. "You just want to distract me so you can steal my things! You can't trick me that easily!" "We really d--" Just then, a laugh echoed through the space around them. The supposed ghost, no doubt. Bridget, for one, was still busy catching her breath. There was no world where she was about to start running, despite the boy's oddly confident warning. Running down stairs when you were already short on breath sounded like a great way to graduate from running down the stairs to falling down them, and Bridget was not about to deal with that after everything else this lighthouse had put her through. "And now you've done it. You better get out of here before it comes to drag you to the abyss!" "Is that a thing they do?" She still wasn't a believer of course, but trying to argue the matter would have been standoffish to this boy, and quite rude to Quinn. The latter of whom Bridget then directed her words to. "Quinn, is that a thing they do?" "Well, a ghost would not be a ghost if it could do that," Quinn said, not particularly fazed. "Ghosts by definition are tied to the material plane. That we cannot get to our final resting places is kind of the whole deal. Some other creature could -- perhaps of the stygian variety? This is a lighthouse, after all." It paused, seemed to notice something, and reconsidered. Quinn's voice grew a touch sharp. "Though most of those would be so hostile, they would not stoop to such acts as stealing berries from humble trainers and their Pokémon. They would consider it beneath them." "Right," Bridget confidently nodded, back to the boy. "So there won't be any abyss-dragging today. Besides, I'd quite like to meet this ghost." The boy was visibly flustered that his bluff had been called. He began pacing, and nervously bit his thumbnail before finally relenting. "Alright fine! But don't say I didn't warn you!" It was then that a pair of disembodied hands grabbed Bridget by the shoulders, and lifted her up. Not very far, only a couple inches off the ground, but definitely enough to notice if the hands gripping her weren't already obvious enough. She turned her head in an attempt to get a glimpse behind her, and found a floating purple body to accompany those hands. Well, more of a giant head than a body. With a giant mouth, which opened up to let out a giant tongue, that then proceeded to give Bridget a giant lick. She reflexively closed her eyes, and gave the Haunter a look that was halfway between nonchalant and disdainful. "Not the best hello I've ever had... but I'm already in enough of a state, so sure, why not?"

hit me with it

online definitely like a 7 or so probably, in person it's more like a 3 i think

new name, new bump, same old bitch

wake up my favorite band dropped a new album

Beautiful West Virginia! The land of... that one song? They had trees, and mountains! Lots of wilderness, which Theo appreciated. As much as she loved some good old 21st-century convenience, her upbringing with a coven of witches did leave her with a fondness for the deep wilderness where only the brave or foolish dared to tread. The little town of Mountainguard had that sort of "superstitious smalltown" vibe in her opinion, which she was all about. When she and her mothers did some research on the institute she was being forced to attend, most of the coven came to the same conclusion. This was the perfect school for an aspiring young witch, and being sent here felt more like a reward for her than a punishment. The school was literally called Dead End Academy! Most students who got sent here were sent for poor behavior, or simply because nowhere else was equipped to handle them, or whatever else. It was isolated, underfunded, and its graduates seldom went far in life. Which meant this place was bound to be a gathering hub for the miserable, lonely, and depressed. Exactly the sorts of people who needed a bit of witchcraft brought into their life, and Theodora was more than happy to use her talents on their behalf. She'd even gotten business cards printed in the days leading up to her departure to Mountainguard. Some of the coven thought it was a bit tacky, but Theo had made her case quite clear. The word-of-mouth "marketing" witches used to rely on just wasn't as effective these days, especially when she hadn't even established herself in her destination yet. Hand out business cards, make deals, profit. And then word of mouth. Which was how Theo had found herself spending much of her early-start day so far keeping an eye on those around her. Anyone who looked especially vulnerable or desperate was ripe for the picking, and she made sure her card found its way into their possession, whether it was by handing it straight to them, slipping it in their bags, or using a bit of witchery to ensure it would turn up when they least expected it. When met with the sight of the principal, she determined he wasn't someone who would request her services. Keeping him in the dark was going to be impossible with her aggressive marketing tactics, but she certainly wasn't about to try to strike a deal with the principal. "Alright, listen up!" He called out, looking over the freshmen class. "I'm sure you all are used to people bullshitting you, trying to placate you into listening, but I don't have the time for that,. You all might think you're the biggest, baddest people around. Well, allow me to shake that unwarrented confidence! You are a small fish taken from the ocean and tossed into a small pond. And there are fish much bigger than you lurking around at the bottom of this pond. I won't lie and say that you all will turn out to be good people who will get great jobs after your time in Dead End. In fact, statistically, most of you are going to end up dead before you turn 30. However, to those who might listen to my words, if you keep your heads down and actually try to learn, maybe you'll have a better life than what you'd get otherwise." Dead before 30, eh? That was bound to scare a few people into something stupid. What the hell was Theo supposed to charge for life extension, though? She'd have to circle back to that one later. "Yeah, fuck this," A voice shouted after a minute of silence. Tall, big scar on his face, angry attitude. He was probably the "do everything through my efforts" type. Theo hated those sorts of people. This boy wouldn't be getting a card just yet. "A school is a school! You've seen one, you've seen them all! I'm heading into town! If you dumbasses had any sense, you'd do the same!" What, and miss out on all these potential customers? No, thanks! "Pretty stupid to wait all this time and then just run away before anything happens, huh?" "Truth be told, he does have a slight point. This is a school, albeit the... 'last school you'll ever go to'... The worst they can do is write us up for not being around... not like some of us haven't gone through that rigmarole before. I, for one, am agreeing with our hot-headed... friend... eh, too early to call him my friend or anything. Either way, I'm heading out." The boy... he had a definite edge to him. Maybe, just maybe, she could get something out of him. Theo reached into her bag, and pulled out a business card placed between her fingers, with her index finger on one side, and her middle finger & thumb lined up on the other. She pointed the card at the bag, and with a snap of her thumb across card and fingers both, the business card in her disappeared. That would be a little surprise for the boy to find in his bag later, on top of all his other stuff. The girl on the other hand, was obviously a doll that could move and talk like a person. Creepy, but somehow she doubted going up to the doll girl like "don't you wanna be a real girl?" would be very effective. Maybe she could win her over with some smaller spells first, then go for something big like that later. "Hear me out, my friends, I implore that you go on the tour with us." Theodora turned in her seat to watch how this big guy's attempt to stop the other two was going to unfold. He was muscular, seemed to have a good head on his shoulders... no way he'd take a mystical shortcut. However, there was one thing about Flynn's - as he later introduced himself - attempt to defend Dead End Academy that prompted the witch to speak up. "Dunno if I'd call it amazing," she answered, getting up from her seat to approach the gathering herself, leaving another card behind in her seat, trying her best to make it look like she'd dropped it on accident. Whether her ruse was successful was anyone's call, though. "I grew up in a hut in the woods, and it was still more impressive than this place. Like it or not though, we are gonna be here for a while. A tour wouldn't be a bad idea, to get familiar with our new home." Then she leaned in a bit closer, speaking in a more hushed tone to keep anyone but the three boys from hearing her. "And hey, if you boys take the tour and decide you're not about to waste four years of your life here, I think I can help you slip away." From her bag, she procured another one of her cards, holding it out for any interested party. "That's what I do. I help unfortunate folks, like yourselves, with nobody else to turn to." She made a point to face the card upward, such that any of the boys could read it clearly. Theodora West, witch for hire Spells, potions, hexes Flexible pricing For more information, contact the number below