u/Penguin-Pete

CenturyLink is discontinuing "legacy voice service" to my area and substituting this "Airline" device they send me, which has one phone and one ethernet port. No mention of fiber optic service or what happens to it. I first got this through CenturyLink and they outsourced me to Lumina.

Does this affect my fiber? I could care less about the land-line phone, but Internet is crucial.

Anybody else in this situation had any luck? I have a separate router and wifi antenna tower. Airline is no help here.

CenturyLink is discontinuing "legacy voice service" to my area and substituting this "Airline" device they send me, which has one phone and one ethernet port. No mention of fiber optic service or what happens to it.

Does this affect my fiber? I could care less about the land-line phone, but Internet is crucial.

Anybody else in this situation had any luck? I have a separate router and wifi antenna tower. Airline is no help here.

Notes on completing my first run... (sans House of Light; I wanted to get the hang of the core game first)

How does it compare to Cultist Simulator? Like Arthur Conan Doyle compares to H.P. Lovecraft. The horror element is way toned down, it feels more like a cozy mystery novel with light horror elements.

I completed a Grail history (I still want to call it an "ascension" BC CS) after five restarts. I know those probably weren't necessary, but each playthrough taught me new stuff I wish I'd known at the beginning. Things I didn't even need to finish:

• easily 30/40 books left unread
• didn't use every skill nor every work station
• MOST of the stuff and clutter and junk you find
• maybe discovered half the recipes
• only filled 3/4 slots per branch in Tree of Wisdom
• Saved the statue-placement puzzle for next run
• booze! Good God I was pouring it down every guest's throat and still ended up with enough wine and whiskey to fill two rooms - Did all the previous Librarians die of liver failure perhaps?

I did insist on unlocking every room in the house this time, but honestly even that may not be necessary. I hardly touched anything in the last five rooms. I can think of several I could skip next run.

In short, Book of Hours dumps about ten times as much stuff on you as you need to complete a standard finish. This was surprisingly easier to complete than Cultist Simulator where I died at least 20 times before my first ascension.

So yes, not only is the popular forum motto here "if you can use it, you can replace it," very true, but I'd possibly extend that to "burn through crap as soon as you find it." Even the must-have craftables, you find so much lying around that I barely needed to craft more than a couple each for the end-game necessities.

Plus, using more stuff frees more valuable space for storing books on labeled shelves. The only way I could function was to have rooms dedicated to stuff.

Side note: I went around for awhile believing that every room that had both a workstation and stuff lying around was supposed to be a hint as to what ingredients work together at what workstation. This is false. Move everything where it makes sense as much as possible.

Still an awesome experience from Weather Factory! Yes, I will get HoL eventually. There's still plenty to learn with what I have.

I'm on my fourth restart and still can't get the Tree of Wisdom right. I'm advancing skills to levels 3&4 and still have no Shapt this time.

Is it possible to complete this game with 8/9ths of a soul? Are we supposed to claim a spot on the tree every time we get a skill, or fight through the game with three soul cards until we're sure we have the correct positions for all nine?

EDIT: Thank you all! I'll take your word for it and forge on ; I always seem to get stuck right by the bridge west and the two paths to the "cellar" as I'm calling it for now. But if it's possible, I'll find it.

Anyway, this is one deep game. I played Cultist Simulator like this too, I consider a few restarts part of the learning curve. Still enjoying it, I just keep thinking "if I started over now that I know this mechanic, I'd be having an easier time now..."

So, over the weekend I recounted the most surreal experience I'd ever had at a restaurant, local pizza pub Felix & Oscars on Merle Hay (near the undead mall). back here

In short: couple tries to eat dinner; dinner no come. Couple opts to cancel rest of order and just pay for the fries and drinks and leave. Staff is handling this when the restaurant hostess intervenes. The hostess keeps antagonizing the couple while the rest of the staff suddenly go bugfuck and throw them out for no reason, without even accepting payment.

The moral of this story is "check your restaurant's 'about us' page." Here is what I come to find out:

• One of the co-owners retired in 2020 and the other took over as full owner. That's just about the time when the place started having staffing issues. I don't know where they find these people, but they combine the damnedest mix of incompetence and arrogance that I've ever seen.

• The owner employs his kids, a son and a daughter, to work at the restaurant. That was the owner's daughter, the hostess.

That explains a lot. So the hostess is free to shoot off her mouth whenever she wants, daddy's not gonna fire her. She probably hates it there anyway.

The rest of the staff isn't about to stand up to her or they get fired. So whenever the little Duchess wants to stir up some shit for her own amusement, the rest of the staff have to pile on like a 2319 in Monsters, Inc., which is really what made this situation ten times worse. They can't stand up to the owner's daughter, so they deal with that by gaslighting customers into thinking they did something wrong every time this brat decides to show off.

And of course, the owner is not about to back off since, duh, daughter. But he never mentions that part. Honestly, I'm a dad myself with kids about as old out there living generation Z lives of their own. I don't condone it, but I get it. He could have cleared this up in five minutes.

So that's why the hostess sits there antagonizing every petty issue until it blows up into a riot, and that's why the rest of the staff is like shell-shocked vets trying to dive on live grenades. This obviously happens all the time. They're just trying to keep their jobs.

But meanwhile, this hotbed of drama is a trap waiting to spring on any random customer. All I wanted was some stuffed mushrooms, not play the protagonist in a real life Kafka story.

I'll consider the matter dropped now. All I have asked of the owner over the phone is a simple apology between gentlemen, but the grown-ass man-baby just gives me "fuck you" and "go to hell," which tells me what kind of boss he is to work for and especially what his kids must have suffered. These people are already in a circle of hell deeper than any trouble I could make for them.

Can you imagine if they'd tried this stupid game on a patron that was actually aggressive and armed? When that happens, we will all probably read about it in the paper.

Hi, I'm the guy you are all likely talking about right now, after 3 phone calls to attempt to at least get some resolution to the matter. I was hung up on twice and then told "they aren't allowed to talk to me."

OK, so, to recap, just to make this crystal clear:

You're busy, I get it. I'm a loud asshole. Granted.

After waiting for an hour while one thing we'd ordered, my wife's nasty fries, had arrived, we opted since she couldn't finish hers to get the to-go box and our check so far

So far, so cool.

We were at the bar asking for the box and was told our order was on the house, just leave. I was offering to pay - I'm not mad.

That's when your hostess said something to me while I was talking to the cashier. I asked her to repeat it. She apparently didn't want to say it to my face. The cashier FORBID me to speak to the hostess and dismissed me.

Shrug, OK whatever. I was leaving. I was out the door. I wasn't even mad, just starving. Nevertheless, my feets were truckin' and I was whistlin' a merry tune, I'd forgotten the matter already.

I was out the door and standing on public sidewalk when your hostess had to yell something snide at my back. Again, following me out the restaurant to do so.

My wife was at the front counter still offering to pay for her food. I came back in to collect her and asked the hostess to say it to my face, even pointing to myself helpfully.

That's when your entire staff had to jump between me and her and yell at me to get out.

Please try, maybe after you've calmed down, to understand that I had ALREADY LEFT ONCE. Went out again. No wife, now she's held up at the counter for some reason.

I kept the door anyway until my wife was urged to leave as well, while you mooing cows danced about like you were trying to put out a fire.

I mean, damn, it's the whole insulting attitude here. Call 911 on me for what? Once I'm out of the restaurant, that's between me and psycho hostess. Crazy bitch isn't gonna follow me home and put two slugs in my window or something, is she? That's all I want to hear. I have work in the morning, sorry.

That's all I called for was to ask what the hell that was all about. I don't know what I did, the whole scene went down so surreal David Lynch directed it. None of you acted normal.

But anyway, I am mostly confused, and thanks for the nasty fries. Please hire less nasty employees.