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Good morning! Uh oh

Oh jeez what did I post last night. Oh jeez oh no

Here's the thread I hope


oh gosh i have to put it to an end somehow, i need to find the ending


i'd make the ending myself but it'd refute my arguments about how the only way to fix things is to do exactly what i've always been doing (which is making the thread) so i have to simply decide the ending already exists and hope i stumble into it
Recently I have read some great 🧵s on raising a seed round.

Instead of gathering dusts in my bookmarks I have compiled them into one guide:

With: @gaganbiyani @RomeenSheth @josephflaherty @yoheinakajima @daytonmills @micahjay1 @paigefinnn @dunkhippo33 @amanda_robs @pinverrr

1/10. Adjusting your mental mode to the process of


2/10. Fundamentals for building the slide


3/10. How to craft the most important slide in the


4/10. One way of raising a seed round:
This is so true! I imagine everyone accumulates a story that serves to make this point, but I'm afraid I can't resist sharing mine... 1/


Once, long ago, my manager came to me on a Friday afternoon: "Are you going to be here on Monday?" 2/

Now, this is the 1990s: to work from home, you needed a modem (!!) -- and at the time, I owned no computer so even that wasn't happening. So I was emphatically going to be there on Monday, if for no other reason that I had nowhere else to work. 3/

"Yes, of course I'm going to be here on Monday."
"Okay, we need to talk Monday."
"Is there something wrong? Can we talk now?"
"Let's talk Monday." 4/

My early-twentysomething self was (obviously?) very anxious, so I immediately went to the office of the senior engineer in the group (and my mentor), Jeff Bonwick to see if he knew of anything that I might have screwed up... 5/
shouto wishes he could catch a break. his body is heavy, weighed down by stress and exhaustion and confusion. he hates the confusion the most.

he's sure that if he hadn't had the help he does from the very beginning, he'd have lost a long time ago.


shouto steps out of his office. he's the last to leave tonight, though that's no surprise. he's usually one of the lastest working heroes in the agency.

he'd been hoping to get back to his apartment without a hitch, but he can tell that won't be the case. not tonight.

not when it feels like someone's watching his every move.

he continues walking for a beat, stepping out of view of his agency. he reaches a fire escape stairwell against the side of another building and climbs to the top, quiet as he can.

shouto could use his ice to get up,

but keeping inconspicuous is more important than speed.

he settles on the edge of the building, legs relishing in the pull of gravity for but a moment.

"shadow," shouto says aloud then, unsurprised.

when he blinks, the vigilante stands beside him, usual dark get-up donned, though this time he doesn't have his mask and hood pulled up. he looks... normal. if anything, that feels stranger than seeing nothing but the man's green eyes.