u/LoneCogitator

It has been a long journey since my first diagnostic one year ago. As the title says 77 days since my surgery. My lower back just like testicles burn to die. I am frustrated because this pain don't abandon me and I really don't know what to do. I am man with a disability in the right side, so that makes things worse. Sometimes I want to cease what I call a painful life, but that can't be the end. I wanna live and that can't be the end.

How have you been passing through all this? How is/been your recovery? How is life?

I ecided to replay the Hitman games after a so long andI'm really confused about how everything works now.

I bought Hitman (2016) and Hitman 2 separately on Steam years ago. Now, when I launch Hitman 2, it shows up as World of Assassination.

I know the trilogy has been merged together somehow, but none of my old progress seems to be there.

I'm trying to figure out if it's possible to transfer progress from Hitman to Hitman 2 or World of Assassination, or if that was never a thing. Achievments, xp, and so on.

Is it possible?-

...just a cashier operato, earning half of the minimum wage. 5'5" on a good day, worn-out Olympikus sneakers, motorbike financed in 72 installments, salary committed until 2041. But God decided to smile at me. I matched with the prettiest girl in Cabrobó-PE, countryside of Brazil 🇧🇷.

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She was perfect: princess face, fairy voice, angel eyes, golden hair, natural vanilla scent. When I arrived at the date, my hands were trembling. She looked like a freshly unlocked DLC character. We talked, we laughed, everything flowed. For the first time in years, I thought: “Maybe something’s left for me.”

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That’s when the restaurant door opened. The whole place froze, cutlery vibrated, Wi-Fi sped up, and the manager came out of the kitchen just to look. A man had entered. But it wasn’t a man. It was the latest patch of human evolution: 6'6", blond, blue eyes, jawline so sharp it violated FDA regulations. He walked slowly, each step seeming to raise local real estate prices.

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When he passed our table, the girl simply stopped listening to me. She stared, like a sailor gazing at a lighthouse in a storm.

— “Are you okay?” I asked.

— “Yes.”

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She lied. She wasn’t. No one was.

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When the bill came, I discovered my bank had blocked my card for suspicious activity. My available balance: $2.05. The bill: $74. It was over. I was already preparing myself mentally to become a dishwasher’s assistant when I heard a voice behind me:

— “I got this.”

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It was him. The man. The phenomenon. The statistical error. He swiped his card without even looking at the amount. The machine approved before contact. The girl nearly fainted. When he left, he dropped an envelope. I picked it up. Inside was a medical exam. Results: Testosterone: Yes. IQ: Yes. Height: Yes. Wealth: Yes. Genetics: Yes. Life expectancy: Permanent. Patient name: Lucas Bergvall. A chill ran down my spine.

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Later, I went to the girl’s house. Maybe there was still hope. Maybe. When I arrived, I saw a crowd: luxury cars, helicopters, TV crews, police directing traffic. I asked what was happening. An old man replied:

— “You didn’t hear?”

— “What?”

— “Lucas Bergvall passed by.”

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My heart sank. I looked ahead. There he was, sitting on a plastic Skol chair. Around him: Miss Universe, Olympic medalists, actresses, singers, the girl from my date. All fighting for his attention.

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But the most absurd part wasn’t that. It was the television. The news announced: “Lucas Bergvall has just resolved the diplomatic conflict between seven countries during dinner break.” Another headline: “Economists attribute national GDP growth to Lucas Bergvall’s presence in the territory.” Another: “NASA confirms Lucas Bergvall is visible from the International Space Station.”

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It was too much for me. I ran, crossed the street without looking, and got hit by a lowered VW Gol G4.

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I woke up days later in the hospital, broken, unable to move. I looked at the TV. Last news of the night: “Lucas Bergvall wins the World Cup, the Ballon d’Or, the Nobel Prize in Physics, and finds the cure for baldness in the same weekend.”

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The doctors stared at me.

— “We have bad news.”

— “What is it, doctor?”

— “You’re going to survive.”

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I looked at the ceiling. A tear rolled down. Because some pains… not even medicine can heal.

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It’s over. Brutal. 🗿🚬

As the title says: Canva is offering a third Canva Pro free trial. Three times even though I haven’t switched accounts, I haven’t used a different email, and I didn’t do anything that would normally reset or extend a trial period. Is it ok? Is it a bug?