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AITA for reminding my aunt she's going to hell no matter what?
2023.06.04 05:43 why_am_i_lactating AITA for reminding my aunt she's going to hell no matter what?
So, I 23m have this cousin, let's call her Sarah. Sarah is 36 years old and she's not the most accepting person when it comes to LGBTQ+ issues. Our family has had its fair share of clashes regarding this, and tensions can get high when discussing it.
Recently, during a family gathering, Sarah made a comment that really pushed my buttons. She said that it's not too late to let go of my homosexual "lifestyle" and embrace God or I won't receive eternal salvation.
I snapped back at her, reminding her that she's also going to hell, but unlike me, no matter how many times she repents, she has no way to change her fate. Now, let me clarify: I am not very religious myself, but Sarah is a devout Christian, and I knew that this comment would hit her where it hurts.
You see, back in 2010, she was in the middle of her edgy phase. She intentionally (as in, she looked up the worst thing she could do) committed the one unforgivable sin (blasphemy against the holy spirit, look it up if you want) almost daily. It caused a big stir within our family for quite some time because there's just no coming back from that, but she eventually reconverted to christianity and is particularly pious now, so we don't really mention it.
I told her that I could sleep with literally ever single man on earth, be Sodom incarnate, and I'll still go to heaven if I sincerely repent on my deathbed. On the other hand, even if she emulated Jesus' qualities for the rest of her life and repented daily for her sins, she made permanently sure she'll go to hell years ago when she blasphemed against the holy spirit, so she should worry about herself first.
She started crying, saying I'm unfair and she just wants what's best for me. She left then left with her husband. After that, things got really awkward for everyone so my parents and I went home. My parents reprimanded me, saying I'm allowed to defend myself but that it was overkill to bring up something she did more than a decade ago and that she can't repent for as the reason she'll go to hell, especially since she genuinely just wants me to be saved, which is at least possible for me if I repent. Basically, they think my words hurt her way more than hers did me, and that she wasn't being malicious.
I don't necessarily disagree that she loves and cares about me, but she was really overstepping here by telling me I'll got to hell if I don't repent.
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Recently, during a family gathering, Sarah made a comment that really pushed my buttons. She said that it's not too late to let go of my homosexual "lifestyle" and embrace God or I won't receive eternal salvation.
I snapped back at her, reminding her that she's also going to hell, but unlike me, no matter how many times she repents, she has no way to change her fate. Now, let me clarify: I am not very religious myself, but Sarah is a devout Christian, and I knew that this comment would hit her where it hurts.
You see, back in 2010, she was in the middle of her edgy phase. She intentionally (as in, she looked up the worst thing she could do) committed the one unforgivable sin (blasphemy against the holy spirit, look it up if you want) almost daily. It caused a big stir within our family for quite some time because there's just no coming back from that, but she eventually reconverted to christianity and is particularly pious now, so we don't really mention it.
I told her that I could sleep with literally ever single man on earth, be Sodom incarnate, and I'll still go to heaven if I sincerely repent on my deathbed. On the other hand, even if she emulated Jesus' qualities for the rest of her life and repented daily for her sins, she made permanently sure she'll go to hell years ago when she blasphemed against the holy spirit, so she should worry about herself first.
She started crying, saying I'm unfair and she just wants what's best for me. She left then left with her husband. After that, things got really awkward for everyone so my parents and I went home. My parents reprimanded me, saying I'm allowed to defend myself but that it was overkill to bring up something she did more than a decade ago and that she can't repent for as the reason she'll go to hell, especially since she genuinely just wants me to be saved, which is at least possible for me if I repent. Basically, they think my words hurt her way more than hers did me, and that she wasn't being malicious.
I don't necessarily disagree that she loves and cares about me, but she was really overstepping here by telling me I'll got to hell if I don't repent.
2023.06.04 05:42 jenn12765 Should I keep my car with problems or trade it in and take a loss? Can someone help determine how much I will be out?
Background info: 26F in TN, wrecked my old car in December of 22 and had to quickly buy a replacement car. I stupidly went alone to a dealership after finding a car on autotrader I wanted to take a look at. A 2021 Hyundai Elantra with 8600 miles.
I was talked into getting it that night. The car wasn't starting that night which the salesman assured me was due to the lights being left on. I bought it that night anyway. Yes I know I am stupid. I know in the future to get an inspection on a used vehicle before buying.
I took a loaner home that night. The salesman was texting me the next day saying that there were some "fuse" issues that needed to get looked at with Hyundai and they would schedule it but I could take it home in the meantime. I went and picked it up. Yes I know I am stupid.
I noticed the blind spot wasn't working and the reverse sensor wasn't either. These were the "fuse" issues. I scheduled an appt with Hyundai the soonest available in March. When I finally got it checked out by Hyundai (4 months after buying) they told me the car had been in a wreck (not on the CarFax) and there was no blind spot module and the bumper had bondo in it. Hyundai recommended replacing the bumper. That plus a new blind spot would cost $4,000.
I called the original dealership and spoke to them and they told me to take it to them to check it out. I brought it in and they had it for 3 weeks and they did replace the blind spot but that is it. I asked them to take back the car for what I paid for it (nicely) and he (nicely) said that they would not because it had been so many months. (This was because of scheduling issues with Hyundai)
I was okay(ish) with all that (except feeling stupid about the damaged bumper). Until I was cleaning out my trunk today and lifted the trunk liner and there was about two inches of standing water around the spare. I had noticed my stuff in the trunk kept getting moist but I assumed that I spilled something or a drink can had burst at some point. So there must be a leak somewhere, possibly in the damaged bumper?
Anyway, I don't feel like I should go back to the dealership because I feel like they are washing their hands of me and they won't fix it. (because they don't have to because it is an as is sale).
Here's the details of the sale: Purchase price: $25,500 Downpayment: $3,000 Taxes: $2,800 ish warranty: $2,500 (later refunded) Gap: $1,000 (refunded due to refinance) Insurance paid out on my totaled car: $8,000 Total financed in the beginning: $29,000 ish After the refunds and insurance money I now owe: $16,500 ish My monthly payment: $338.02
I don't want to keep the car any longer because of the sour taste in my mouth on the whole deal. I am wanting to downgrade cars and get something around $15k-$20k.
I want some advice on whether I should just keep my car or trade it in on something cheaper.
KBB says it is worth around 21,000. If I trade it in now, am I losing the original sales price (25,500) minus the current value (21,000) so 4,500? Or should I include the taxes as a loss too? Is this a lot to be out? My new monthly payment would be around $200, so would save $138 a month.
What are some other things to think about?
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I was talked into getting it that night. The car wasn't starting that night which the salesman assured me was due to the lights being left on. I bought it that night anyway. Yes I know I am stupid. I know in the future to get an inspection on a used vehicle before buying.
I took a loaner home that night. The salesman was texting me the next day saying that there were some "fuse" issues that needed to get looked at with Hyundai and they would schedule it but I could take it home in the meantime. I went and picked it up. Yes I know I am stupid.
I noticed the blind spot wasn't working and the reverse sensor wasn't either. These were the "fuse" issues. I scheduled an appt with Hyundai the soonest available in March. When I finally got it checked out by Hyundai (4 months after buying) they told me the car had been in a wreck (not on the CarFax) and there was no blind spot module and the bumper had bondo in it. Hyundai recommended replacing the bumper. That plus a new blind spot would cost $4,000.
I called the original dealership and spoke to them and they told me to take it to them to check it out. I brought it in and they had it for 3 weeks and they did replace the blind spot but that is it. I asked them to take back the car for what I paid for it (nicely) and he (nicely) said that they would not because it had been so many months. (This was because of scheduling issues with Hyundai)
I was okay(ish) with all that (except feeling stupid about the damaged bumper). Until I was cleaning out my trunk today and lifted the trunk liner and there was about two inches of standing water around the spare. I had noticed my stuff in the trunk kept getting moist but I assumed that I spilled something or a drink can had burst at some point. So there must be a leak somewhere, possibly in the damaged bumper?
Anyway, I don't feel like I should go back to the dealership because I feel like they are washing their hands of me and they won't fix it. (because they don't have to because it is an as is sale).
Here's the details of the sale: Purchase price: $25,500 Downpayment: $3,000 Taxes: $2,800 ish warranty: $2,500 (later refunded) Gap: $1,000 (refunded due to refinance) Insurance paid out on my totaled car: $8,000 Total financed in the beginning: $29,000 ish After the refunds and insurance money I now owe: $16,500 ish My monthly payment: $338.02
I don't want to keep the car any longer because of the sour taste in my mouth on the whole deal. I am wanting to downgrade cars and get something around $15k-$20k.
I want some advice on whether I should just keep my car or trade it in on something cheaper.
KBB says it is worth around 21,000. If I trade it in now, am I losing the original sales price (25,500) minus the current value (21,000) so 4,500? Or should I include the taxes as a loss too? Is this a lot to be out? My new monthly payment would be around $200, so would save $138 a month.
What are some other things to think about?
2023.06.04 05:38 KingoftheRednecks The Void Hunt, ch 5
First/Prev
The route they chose skirted the borders of Sovereign space. It cost them an extra two weeks of travel, but avoided contact.
The delay chafed at everyone except for the mercs. Their contracts offered nothing more for prizes, so for them it wasn't boredom but safety. They didn't have to worry about what happened when they reached their destination either, for that matter. They spent their time doing their jobs with neat, quiet efficiency, and helping to train the San.
The humans had gone through training, but their total education was three months of being self-taught from holos and six of formal schooling, and for many of the duties that only gave them the barest outline. Mogan needed engineers who could do more than simply consult the checklist, and mechanics who could tell what was wrong with a system from small sounds the way he could tell at the first strike when a node of flint was flawed and what to do with it.
To Logog's chagrin, he put his marines to practicing again with atlatl and sling, making sure their skills hadn't atrophied. It sharpened skills, but it also kept them from getting into trouble. Drunk sailors fight, Shett had told him, and bored sailors fight, and bored sailors also find surprisingly creative ways to get drunk.
Nonetheless, by the time they reached the planet of Goretia, the entire crew was bored and ready for a change of pace. Six weeks of doing nothing felt like a poor way to begin a career of story and excitement, but the more experienced warriors knew that this was the general trend of any campaign; long periods of boredom when one wishes for action, followed by short periods of action when one wishes for boredom.
Once they found the planet on their sensors, the crew scrambled into action. The eight boarding craft could hold one hundred men each, slightly more warriors than the San had. Instead, each held fifty men and fifty dogs.
Any pup was trained to not leave a mess in the hut, but with the ability to simply go outside denied to them the San had had to devise a latrine they could use. Beyond that, the dogs had been trained for hunting for generations, farther back than any of the San's songs could remember, ever since that day when the Unrevealed had decided to test humanity by choosing out the cleverest and kindest of the wolves to come to them in peace.
Nor were they strangers to war. The orders that could command them to flank or attack a deer could make them do the same to men, and they had proven their worth more than once on the battlefields of Noepe. They were even more effective here than they had been on Earth. Any other humans, including the Animal People, had dogs of their own, but the very idea of a beast obeying a sapient being was beyond them. The closest anyone had come to the idea was the secret sapient species, and they were only able to do so because they knew the Vishtali and the other two—the other three, now--were no animals.
Men and women had been trained and conditioned to clamber into the trees and fight other soldiers, or to stand under laser fire, or almost every circumstance but to be charged by dozens of wolf-like, snapping, snarling beasts. Not many could stand against that, and those that could had the dogs to protect the gunners and the gunners to protect the dogs. The dogs took more losses than the humans, but that was to be expected—and much as they loved the dogs, better to lose them than the people.
They generally had the run of the ship during the last few weeks, and one was as likely to see a dog fetching things or playing keep-away with a tool as curled up in the habs. They were even made to exercise as much as the humans.
At least it made the dogs less bored than the humans, and they seemed to have adapted to the routine better. They were still happy to do something different, however, and getting them onto the boarding craft turned out to be fairly easy.
Mogan knelt on the floor of one boarding craft himself, quiver on his back. The air on Goretia was breathable, and that was a blessing. He had a hatchet on his hip instead of his pistol, as did the rest of the warriors.
Alone among the warriors, he didn't have a dog. Knucklebones had been the best of dogs, and had died four years ago. Mogan had not gotten a new one, and he couldn't say whether it was because he had to some extent given up, or whether he couldn't summon the energy for something that wasn't for his daughter or for his tribe.
He had a dog now, one he had purchased from one of the others just after weaning and named Blueknife, as her eyes made him think of the knife he had made of blue-green obsidian for Hyeshi. He thought Hyeshi would approve of the name as well, and had to smile. He was going to be able to ask her himself, whatever it took.
But Blueknife had been born about six months ago, and that meant she was too small for combat. Next to him were three of the Vishtali, and they too had no dogs. In fact, they seemed to have a hard time getting used to the concept of having dogs everywhere. They carried modified shoshir and shields, but seemed to have no confidence in their ability with them.
Logog seemed to have none either, for they were away from the front with him. Mogan presumed he needed to be present to make the action official, and it would help in calming down their new wards, but Logog had absolutely balked at the idea of putting him in the front lines.
Were the Vishtali not there, he would have used the holo at his left hand to show where the craft were, but they were nervous enough already, and it was best he didn't add to the stress.
Burya sent a signal to Logog, who in turn signaled the pilot, and the boarding craft lifted and then eased out of the Semiramis. This one was the Knucklebones—Logog didn't feel comfortable with the craft unnamed, so they had spent a little time devising and painting them.
The signal meant they were on the far side of the planet, where it would be harder for their targets to detect them. Mogan could see nothing except the walls of the craft, but he knew that all eight were flying directly towards the planet, their goal to get close to ground quickly. The Semiramis itself would fly past, and then double back in time to pick up the craft on the way back.
Soon the craft began to tremble as it entered atmosphere and had to push itself through the air, and they slowed as they reached the ground and fanned out slightly, keeping low.
The flight was slower, and not as smooth as in the empty void, but all the same the vehicles could move far faster than anyone could on foot, and in a surprisingly short time they were settling into a clearing. In the front of the craft, a holo projected from the ceiling, showing the area as if from a distance.
“It's a short run to the mines from here. Higa, your unit will guard the Vishtali and hang back. We'll need you in there, but they'll still have their shoshir, and that'll be no bargain in tunnels. We won't build any confidence if we get their people killed. Barab, you and the Second are the flint, Third is the bone.”
It was a simple enough analogy, hopefully enough that anybody not of the San who heard it would get confused. In days gone by, the tribe had made their spearpoints out of flint, creating razor-sharp blades that could easily pierce through the thick hides of their prey. But flint was fragile, and anything from a missed cast onto a stone or hard tree to an accurate cast that hit bone could cause it to shatter.
Long ago, the people that would thousands of years later be called Magdalenian devised a better way. Tiny blade blanks were made, some not as long as the thickness of his thumb, and the ends pressed away to create bladelets, most shorter than the width of a pinky nail. These were carefully glued into slots cut into a weapon. For a spear, these were usually points of bone with at least six, sometimes up to three times that, in bladelets.
A single spear created more cutting edges, and if one broke it was a simple matter to work it out and fit a new one in—and since they were smaller, they were less likely to break. The new technology was an improvement in every way.... up until they reached the stars and it was made pretty much obsolete. That was still difficult for Mogan to deal with.
It also made for an oddity that his handiwork was in evidence today. Some still had the old-fashioned spears, from more than two years ago back on Earth. Others had spears that he had designed and had manufactured, thousands of the exact same dimensions and weight, tipped with titanium-gold blades.
Mogan had devised other spears and spearheads as well—flash-bangs, spears with small explosives that would sink into whatever they hit and then riddle it with shrapnel, spears that would leave a small tracking device in the target, and of course the application of high explosives. It was difficult to go wrong with the application of high explosives.
Except here. Magnetic activity in the mine tunnels meant that any such devices were likely to go off at the right time, and the fact that there were tunnels in the first place meant that there were few if any actual right times for an explosive to go off.
That activity was the real reason there were Vishtali in the first place. They didn't have any particular history or skill as miners, but even well-protected drones would be rendered useless in minutes. Instead, they were reduced to using pneumatic drills to chip away at the rock. For the San, this was a technique thousands of years in the future, but for anybody else among the stars it was terrifyingly barbaric.
Mogan had hoped he could raid the spoils of the mines as well, but their information indicated he'd have no such luck. The mine was rich enough; the kh'ler crystals within were gemstones of extraordinary quality and value, such that particularly large and fine specimens had been used to rent planets from the Sovereign. Unfortunately, they were rarely, if ever, simply found in the mine.
Instead, the Vishtali mucked out tons of stone pried loose by hand-tools and pneumatic machines—even small explosives might shatter the crystals—and pushed heavy carts to the surface, where it was loaded onto ships. A facility off-world was easily able to locate the crystals and extract them from the stone, and to help hide the origins as well.
He would have to settle for killing all the overseers and guards, stealing anything of value, and freeing their slaves. Mogan believed it would suffice.
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The route they chose skirted the borders of Sovereign space. It cost them an extra two weeks of travel, but avoided contact.
The delay chafed at everyone except for the mercs. Their contracts offered nothing more for prizes, so for them it wasn't boredom but safety. They didn't have to worry about what happened when they reached their destination either, for that matter. They spent their time doing their jobs with neat, quiet efficiency, and helping to train the San.
The humans had gone through training, but their total education was three months of being self-taught from holos and six of formal schooling, and for many of the duties that only gave them the barest outline. Mogan needed engineers who could do more than simply consult the checklist, and mechanics who could tell what was wrong with a system from small sounds the way he could tell at the first strike when a node of flint was flawed and what to do with it.
To Logog's chagrin, he put his marines to practicing again with atlatl and sling, making sure their skills hadn't atrophied. It sharpened skills, but it also kept them from getting into trouble. Drunk sailors fight, Shett had told him, and bored sailors fight, and bored sailors also find surprisingly creative ways to get drunk.
Nonetheless, by the time they reached the planet of Goretia, the entire crew was bored and ready for a change of pace. Six weeks of doing nothing felt like a poor way to begin a career of story and excitement, but the more experienced warriors knew that this was the general trend of any campaign; long periods of boredom when one wishes for action, followed by short periods of action when one wishes for boredom.
Once they found the planet on their sensors, the crew scrambled into action. The eight boarding craft could hold one hundred men each, slightly more warriors than the San had. Instead, each held fifty men and fifty dogs.
Any pup was trained to not leave a mess in the hut, but with the ability to simply go outside denied to them the San had had to devise a latrine they could use. Beyond that, the dogs had been trained for hunting for generations, farther back than any of the San's songs could remember, ever since that day when the Unrevealed had decided to test humanity by choosing out the cleverest and kindest of the wolves to come to them in peace.
Nor were they strangers to war. The orders that could command them to flank or attack a deer could make them do the same to men, and they had proven their worth more than once on the battlefields of Noepe. They were even more effective here than they had been on Earth. Any other humans, including the Animal People, had dogs of their own, but the very idea of a beast obeying a sapient being was beyond them. The closest anyone had come to the idea was the secret sapient species, and they were only able to do so because they knew the Vishtali and the other two—the other three, now--were no animals.
Men and women had been trained and conditioned to clamber into the trees and fight other soldiers, or to stand under laser fire, or almost every circumstance but to be charged by dozens of wolf-like, snapping, snarling beasts. Not many could stand against that, and those that could had the dogs to protect the gunners and the gunners to protect the dogs. The dogs took more losses than the humans, but that was to be expected—and much as they loved the dogs, better to lose them than the people.
They generally had the run of the ship during the last few weeks, and one was as likely to see a dog fetching things or playing keep-away with a tool as curled up in the habs. They were even made to exercise as much as the humans.
At least it made the dogs less bored than the humans, and they seemed to have adapted to the routine better. They were still happy to do something different, however, and getting them onto the boarding craft turned out to be fairly easy.
Mogan knelt on the floor of one boarding craft himself, quiver on his back. The air on Goretia was breathable, and that was a blessing. He had a hatchet on his hip instead of his pistol, as did the rest of the warriors.
Alone among the warriors, he didn't have a dog. Knucklebones had been the best of dogs, and had died four years ago. Mogan had not gotten a new one, and he couldn't say whether it was because he had to some extent given up, or whether he couldn't summon the energy for something that wasn't for his daughter or for his tribe.
He had a dog now, one he had purchased from one of the others just after weaning and named Blueknife, as her eyes made him think of the knife he had made of blue-green obsidian for Hyeshi. He thought Hyeshi would approve of the name as well, and had to smile. He was going to be able to ask her himself, whatever it took.
But Blueknife had been born about six months ago, and that meant she was too small for combat. Next to him were three of the Vishtali, and they too had no dogs. In fact, they seemed to have a hard time getting used to the concept of having dogs everywhere. They carried modified shoshir and shields, but seemed to have no confidence in their ability with them.
Logog seemed to have none either, for they were away from the front with him. Mogan presumed he needed to be present to make the action official, and it would help in calming down their new wards, but Logog had absolutely balked at the idea of putting him in the front lines.
Were the Vishtali not there, he would have used the holo at his left hand to show where the craft were, but they were nervous enough already, and it was best he didn't add to the stress.
Burya sent a signal to Logog, who in turn signaled the pilot, and the boarding craft lifted and then eased out of the Semiramis. This one was the Knucklebones—Logog didn't feel comfortable with the craft unnamed, so they had spent a little time devising and painting them.
The signal meant they were on the far side of the planet, where it would be harder for their targets to detect them. Mogan could see nothing except the walls of the craft, but he knew that all eight were flying directly towards the planet, their goal to get close to ground quickly. The Semiramis itself would fly past, and then double back in time to pick up the craft on the way back.
Soon the craft began to tremble as it entered atmosphere and had to push itself through the air, and they slowed as they reached the ground and fanned out slightly, keeping low.
The flight was slower, and not as smooth as in the empty void, but all the same the vehicles could move far faster than anyone could on foot, and in a surprisingly short time they were settling into a clearing. In the front of the craft, a holo projected from the ceiling, showing the area as if from a distance.
“It's a short run to the mines from here. Higa, your unit will guard the Vishtali and hang back. We'll need you in there, but they'll still have their shoshir, and that'll be no bargain in tunnels. We won't build any confidence if we get their people killed. Barab, you and the Second are the flint, Third is the bone.”
It was a simple enough analogy, hopefully enough that anybody not of the San who heard it would get confused. In days gone by, the tribe had made their spearpoints out of flint, creating razor-sharp blades that could easily pierce through the thick hides of their prey. But flint was fragile, and anything from a missed cast onto a stone or hard tree to an accurate cast that hit bone could cause it to shatter.
Long ago, the people that would thousands of years later be called Magdalenian devised a better way. Tiny blade blanks were made, some not as long as the thickness of his thumb, and the ends pressed away to create bladelets, most shorter than the width of a pinky nail. These were carefully glued into slots cut into a weapon. For a spear, these were usually points of bone with at least six, sometimes up to three times that, in bladelets.
A single spear created more cutting edges, and if one broke it was a simple matter to work it out and fit a new one in—and since they were smaller, they were less likely to break. The new technology was an improvement in every way.... up until they reached the stars and it was made pretty much obsolete. That was still difficult for Mogan to deal with.
It also made for an oddity that his handiwork was in evidence today. Some still had the old-fashioned spears, from more than two years ago back on Earth. Others had spears that he had designed and had manufactured, thousands of the exact same dimensions and weight, tipped with titanium-gold blades.
Mogan had devised other spears and spearheads as well—flash-bangs, spears with small explosives that would sink into whatever they hit and then riddle it with shrapnel, spears that would leave a small tracking device in the target, and of course the application of high explosives. It was difficult to go wrong with the application of high explosives.
Except here. Magnetic activity in the mine tunnels meant that any such devices were likely to go off at the right time, and the fact that there were tunnels in the first place meant that there were few if any actual right times for an explosive to go off.
That activity was the real reason there were Vishtali in the first place. They didn't have any particular history or skill as miners, but even well-protected drones would be rendered useless in minutes. Instead, they were reduced to using pneumatic drills to chip away at the rock. For the San, this was a technique thousands of years in the future, but for anybody else among the stars it was terrifyingly barbaric.
Mogan had hoped he could raid the spoils of the mines as well, but their information indicated he'd have no such luck. The mine was rich enough; the kh'ler crystals within were gemstones of extraordinary quality and value, such that particularly large and fine specimens had been used to rent planets from the Sovereign. Unfortunately, they were rarely, if ever, simply found in the mine.
Instead, the Vishtali mucked out tons of stone pried loose by hand-tools and pneumatic machines—even small explosives might shatter the crystals—and pushed heavy carts to the surface, where it was loaded onto ships. A facility off-world was easily able to locate the crystals and extract them from the stone, and to help hide the origins as well.
He would have to settle for killing all the overseers and guards, stealing anything of value, and freeing their slaves. Mogan believed it would suffice.
2023.06.04 05:36 FullFondant6290 Can you stab your synovial joint and is that... Bad?
I'm a 25 YOF, 5'6", 130 lbs, no allergies, medications, and no relevant med hx. This is an injury.
I'm a student working clinicals in an ED. I was trying to take the cap off an 18 gauge IV needle (I haven't used these needles before and the cap was stuck) and I accidentally stabbed into the second joint of my middle finger on my left hand. I definitely hit the bone, but because I had my finger bent I think I may have pierced into the joint (if that's possible) (oh yeah, and to be clear, unused needle + clean hands, exposure not a concern) I really wish I could include pictures to show exact swelling and puncture location, but alas, no attachments allowed.
While the actual puncture hardly bled at all, the right side of the skin above that joint has swollen up about 2 mm, is red, and the joint hurts to move (although I still have full range of motion). I didn't tell anyone at the ED because I was embarrassed, just got a new 18. Will this go away on its own? Should I be concerned at all?
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I'm a student working clinicals in an ED. I was trying to take the cap off an 18 gauge IV needle (I haven't used these needles before and the cap was stuck) and I accidentally stabbed into the second joint of my middle finger on my left hand. I definitely hit the bone, but because I had my finger bent I think I may have pierced into the joint (if that's possible) (oh yeah, and to be clear, unused needle + clean hands, exposure not a concern) I really wish I could include pictures to show exact swelling and puncture location, but alas, no attachments allowed.
While the actual puncture hardly bled at all, the right side of the skin above that joint has swollen up about 2 mm, is red, and the joint hurts to move (although I still have full range of motion). I didn't tell anyone at the ED because I was embarrassed, just got a new 18. Will this go away on its own? Should I be concerned at all?
2023.06.04 05:32 slavkeranov Purple spots in the camera app of iPhone 14 Plus
 | Hello there, submitted by slavkeranov to iphonehelp [link] [comments] I need advice from someone who has had a similar problem to mine. The story is short and simple: I bought an iPhone 14 Plus around 3 weeks ago, second hand. The phone was in perfect condition with no scratches or cracks and came with a warranty and documents from the carrier. The purchase was made on 09.12.22 from the previous owner. Last night, I went to a club with this phone and didn't take any pictures or videos. However, I made a mistake and left the phone on the table with the screen facing down. The next morning, I noticed purple dots everywhere in the camera app. I believe that the artificial lights in the club may have damaged both the wide and ultra-wide camera sensors, as the dots are the same on both. Here are two important questions: 1. Will Apple cover the repair under warranty, or do I need to pay for a new camera module? 2. Does Apple care that I'm giving the phone not the person who bought it from the carrier? The deal was made through the Facebook marketplace. |
2023.06.04 05:30 PunkrockPopeye Beat Em'!
 | "Beat Em'!" submitted by PunkrockPopeye to funny [link] [comments] Sometime among the events of the very first Kinder Cosmic... The director of the United States Space Force marches back and forth before a gathered group of several hardened space marines all standing at attention within a large training room as he addresses the group with a general Patton like speech. USSF Director: Ladies and gentlemen...We are at the precipice of the dawn of a new age! *The group murmurs amongst one another curiously. USSF Director: Time and time again threats from opposing galaxies, dimensions, and outer worlds; some beyond the very realm of human comprehension have descended upon our little blue marble suspended in space and threatened our quality of life, our society, our safety, our sovereignty and our very existence! *Several members of the group shudder and gasp as the director continues his sermon. USSF Director: If the citizens of this United States, no...The very world itself are to maintain our status qu- *The group diverts their attention behind the director towards the sound of a loud, laborious sigh. *The director shoots a disapproving glare at the alien grey known as Alpha as he continues to speak. USSF Director: As of late, the only force standing between the citizens of this planet and total annihilation has been... The lady astronaut and appointed liaison to the greys; one Luna Valentina gently pushes the little grey alien known as Jorg towards the middle of the room as she whispers in his earholes. Luna: ...Go ahead, Jorg! *Dressed in a bright red silk dress and miniskirt with a purple bandanna tied tightly around the crown of his head; Jorg stares at the hem of his dress with either side clasped tightly within his hands as he swings his hips from side to side and hums happily as the dress flutters back and forth. The USSF Director sighs apathetically as he continues to speak, pointing at the little grey now standing beside him. USSF Director: W-What... *The Director shields his mouth and whispers to Alpha and Luna as Jorg continues swaying unmoved and unbothered. USSF Director: What th-....What is this? *Luna laughs and smiles as she replies patiently. Luna: The only way I could get him to cooperate is if I let him wear his dress! *The Director stares at Jorg still humming and fluttering from side to side and then Alpha confusedly. Alpha: He thinks it makes him stronger... *Luna giggles as she follows Alpha’s words. Luna: He...he doesn't understand how feminism works! *The Director stares at the flamboyant grey and then Alpha once more. *Alpha throws his hands up as he replies. Alpha: Who the hell am I to tell him otherwise? As far as I know it probably does! *The USSF Director sighs frustratedly as he quips. USSF Director: Jesus fucking Christ...Can he fight wearing it? *Alpha smirks mischievously as he speaks. Alpha: ...Jorg? Jorg can fight in anything, anywhere, at anytime! USSF Director: Fine...Well I guess we'll conti- *Suddenly the Director is interrupted by a massive, muscled and imposing Sergeant who addresses the group obnoxiously. Sergeant: Why is that little alien wearing a fuckin' miniskirt!? Luna snaps defensively. Luna: HE'S IN TOUCH WITH HIS FEMININE SIDE! *A private nearby mutters knowingly. Private: Well, I heard that lil' shit is completely unhinged! *The group of hardened space marines murmur amongst one another as Luna plants her hands on her hips and speaks once more. Luna: NO HE ISN’T! HE SAVED YOUR IGNORANT ASSES! *The Sergeant points at the preoccupied grey as he speaks once again. Sergeant: That scrawny, 80 lbs, ugly ass little critter? Saved what? Ru Paul's drag race? *The private glares at the Sergeant standing beside him confusedly as he continues to speak. Private: Where the hell have you been man!? You didn't hear about what happened in Tulsa? *The Sergeant cuts a sidelong glance at the private as he continues to speak. Sargeant: Stationed abroad... No phones, or internet, or TV, or electricity, or running water...not even a fuckin working toilet! So no...I don't know "what happened in Tulsa". Private: ...Oh. Well I HEARD he leveled half a city fighting some interstellar Lovecraftian planet killer... USSF Director: OFFICIALLY THAT WAS A LEVEL 4 EARTHQUAKE! Private: SURE BOSS! whatever y'all say, it's not like it hasn't been cycling all over Tiktok for months... USSF Director: RUSSIAN PROPAGANDA! A DIVERSIONARY TACTIC TO UNDERMINE UNITED ST- *Alpha sighs again loudly. *As the group continues to bicker incessantly the USSF Commander from "Kinder Cosmic: Paradise Lost" strolls into the training room and smiles with a large grin as he leans against a supply depots consignment widow and addresses it's quartermaster casually. Commander: Has it started yet!? QuarterMaster: ....Has what started yet? *The Commander grins mischievously as he continues to speak. Commander: Say...Are you a bettin' man? Quarter Master: On what exactly? Commander: Costello over there of course! *The Quarter Master stares at the grey still preoccupied with his pretty dress and then the Commander once again. Quarter Master: That sick lookin, effeminate little space midget against ALL OF THEM!? *The Commander smiles knowingly. Commander: You bet your ass! *The QuarterMaster doubles a glance back and forth between the grey and the Commander as he speaks. QuarterMaster: How drunk are you? Commander: VERY! QuarterMaster: How much do you wanna put down on him? *The Commander reaches into his pocket then slams several stacks of money upon the window's table as he speaks. Commander: My ENTIRE goddamned pension! *The Quarter Master stares at the little grey smiling as he swings in his pretty red dress and then the hardened military veterans and finally, the grinning Commander once more. Quarter Master: You're on! *The USSF Director silences the gathered, bickering and murmuring group as he interjects. USSF Director: QUIET! *The group of military commandos quickly stand at attention as the USSF Director commences pacing and continues his addressment once again while Luna smiles knowingly and Alpha shakes his head from side to side...also knowingly. USSF Director: THE POINT IS! That we're facing a potential threat that is completely out of human understanding, the very laws of physics itself and our current martial capabilities! *The USSF Director points at the greys; Alpha’s arms folded as he stands like a solemn statue and Jorg still hyperfocused as he busily plays with his red dress. USSF Director: Although they ARE friendl- *Alpha’s face sours distastefully as he hisses underbreath. Alpha: Pshhh... *The Director darts a sharp glare at Alpha who returns it with a twisted, smug expression and then at Luna who shrugs her shoulders casually. USSF Director: ....Although they ARE NOT THE ENEMY we can not let the future of humanity... *The Director stares at Jorg who is still absolutely lost within his own world as he continues to speak. USSF Director: ...Rest upon the strapless shoulder blades of one four and a half foot; morally and mentally compromised little...whatever in the hell this thing is. *The Director points towards Jorg as he flutters and sways repeatedly. *Luna retorts defensively as Alpha comments sarcastically. Luna: HEY! Alpha: Well...I mean, he's right. Man's still kinda a misguided idiot but when he's right he's right! *The Director glares at Alpha once more as his subordinates murmur and contemplate his directive aloud amongst one another. Private: We are so, so, so completely and utterly screwed... *The Sergeant standing besides the private shrugs apathetically as he speaks. Sergeant: I don't see what the big deal is... *The director marches to and fro once again as he continues to speak. USSF Director: That being said! The ONLY WAY to adjust our combat to this new enemy is simulated combat WITH THE ENEMY! Private: I'M NOT FIGHTING THOSE THINGS! *Alpha smiles slyly and quips sarcastically as The Director retorts with a commanding tone. Alpha: ....Sissy! USSF Director: Oh yes you will private! Unless of course you want... AN EXTRA WORK DETAIL! Private: GOD-DAMNIT! *The Director grins as he continues to speak. USSF Director: Besides! You'll only be facing a single extraterrestrial opponent today, Alpha has adamantly refused to participate in this exercise... *Alpha retorts sharply. Alpha: I said, "You can go fuck yourself", that's what I said. *Luna erupts with a riotous laughter as the USSF Director glares at Alpha in return. *The Sergeant points towards Jorg still playing with his fluttering dress. Sergeant: And lil' Miss Doubtfire over here? HE'S supposed to be our opponent!? *Luna beams with pride as she retorts. Luna: I wouldn't underestimate Jorg! He's wildly talented! Sergeant: At what!? Martha Stewart style homesteading? *The group snickers as Luna giggles and returns a mischievous grin and then quips once more. Luna: THAT TOO! *Alpha clarifies casually as the group murmurs and looks on at the little grey still lost amongst the surrounding atmosphere. Alpha: Consent for Jorg is kind of a non-issue, he's barely aware of where he is half the time. When goaded he does have a certain instinctive enthusiasm for martial combat under the right conditions. I don't even know where he learned it, he just came back one day and knew it innately. Like a telekinetic amalgamation of something between Ong-Bak and Jet Li... *The Private stares at the little grey in suspended disbelief. Private: Under...what conditions? *Alpha grins knowingly; as he responds. Alpha: Basically...You've got to manage to piss him off. Private: "Piss him off?" *The Sergeant cracks his knuckles as he smiles belligerently. Sergeant: Well this should be easy! *Alpha shrugs unknowingly. Alpha: Maybe...Sometimes it is and sometimes it isn't! To evoke this reaction from Jorg or to "Piss him off"; it is like this ingrained psychological trigger. It isn't so much guided as a form of premeditated anger as a kind of pro-active defense mechanism. He's not even really fully aware when he does it. I think it may be a kind of "Fight or Flight" reaction he just does. Except Jorg...well...Jorg pretty much always chooses to fight. *The privates eyes widen curiously as he stares the little grey up and down before him. Private: Is he...is he dangerous!? *The USSF Commander laughs heartily as he slams his hand upon the provisional warehouse window and retorts excitedly. USSF Commander: YOU CAN BET YOUR ASS HE IS! *The QuarterMaster glares at the USSF Commander as he chimes in. QuarterMaster: I wanna replace my bet! *The USSF Commander replies snarkily. USSF Commander: TOO LATE ASSHOLE! *Alpha, Luna, The Director and the group of soldiers all divert their attention towards the Commander and QuarterMaster until Alpha continues speaking. Alpha: Jorg!? Dangerous? I mean...IF YOU DESERVE IT then I dunno... *Alpha shrugs apathetically. Alpha: ...Maybe? I really doubt he'd actively kill anyone though. *The private throws his hands into the air and addresses Alpha frustratedly as the group murmurs amongst themselves once more. Private: THE FUCK YOU MEAN "MAYBE" AND YOU "DOUBT HE'LL KILL ANYONE"!? *Alpha shrugs once more... Alpha: It's Jorg...Jorg is Jorg! You'll see... *The private stares at the two greys one after another then retorts underbreath as he turns to walk away. Private: I'm so not fuckin doing this... USSF Director: MORE WORK DETAIL! Private: GODDAMNIT! Sergeant: Well I think they're full of shit... Private: THEY TORE APART AN ENTIRE MILITARY BASE "JUST BECAUSE". Sergeant: Of Non-combatant "week-long warriors" I bet! Might as well be a buncha national guardsmen...I mean...JUST LOOK AT HIM! *The Sergeant points towards Jorg still swaying giddily. Sergeant: ...There's no way in hell that little queer fella could take a seasoned soldier! *Luna retorts defensively. Luna: JORG ISN’T GAY! HE'S JUST SENSITIVE AND HE'S VERY SPECIAL! *Luna cuts her gaze towards Alpha seeking confirmation. Luna: He isn't...is he? *Alpha shrugs unknowingly and apathetically as the group murmurs amongst themselves once more. *The Private suddenly turns then approaches a series of lockers and containment bins stowing riot gear, defensive equipment and padded suits much like one that would be used to disarm a bomb or train a K-9 attack dog as nearly all of his peers follow suit... Private: I'm not fucking with this lil dude without my PPE! *The Sergeant snorts obnoxiously in response as he watches. Sergeant: I don't need that crap...Besides, it's hard to move or fight with all that bullshit on! Whatchu gonna do? Bumper car bang him to death with it? *The Private shrugs undisturbed. Private: ....Whatever! The crowd gathers all around the little grey warily; some armed with things like MMA gloves, hand-wraps, Batons and extended martial defense metallic rods as they all approach the grey from all angles. Suspicious and cautious at exactly what the little grey might do and exactly how he might respond. That is all but one, the boisterous military Sergeant who readies himself and then throws the very first strike at the seemingly defenseless and unsuspecting Jorg. Without ever even lifting his eyes from the hem of his dress, in a matter of moments warping the surrounding spectators very perception of time; Jorg shifts his head slightly towards the left as the Sergeant's fist narrowly misses the grey by a hair's length. *The USSF Commander slams his hand upon the provisional warehouses window once more as he retorts giddily. USSF Commander: HAH! What happens next can best be described through the conveyance of a matter of collective very short-lived and somewhat difficulty perceived moments. The next soldier and the next and the next and the next; all of them simultaneously rush towards the little grey slinging their fists and their weapons towards the inattentive and unbothered little grey. Jorg bobs, weaves, and feints his big grey bandanna wrapped head not unlike a hyperactive, super-powered Muhammad Ali; as fist and all flies from every perceivable angle, not ever touching him...not even once, his attention still diverted towards his fluttering dress all the while. Another military combatant rushes forewords and thrusts a kick towards the grey; to which he spins out of reach with seamless grace as yet another kick comes flying from it's opposing direction to which the grey quickly ducks then loops his body around from underneath...still playing with the hem of his pretty red dress still humming to himself gleefully as Luna erupts with laughter. Sergeant: What...what the hell IS THIS!? Luna: I TOLD YOU! Private: He....He never even LOOKED at us...NOT ONCE! *The Director stares at Luna and Alpha then questions them curiously. USSF Director: Why isn't he defending himself? Alpha: ...Probably because Jorg doesn't see any of you as a threat. *The boisterous military Sergeant walks towards Jorg then plants a single finger upon his forehead then slowly pushes him backwards; to which Jorg sways back then forwards then rests in the exact same position of which he'd originally been. Sergeant: What do you mean he doesn't see us as a threat? *Alpha responds casually. Alpha: I mean exactly what I said! Jorg only reacts when driven towards it from an outside stimulus; when he himself, someone he cares about, or perhaps even others are under certain conditions of diress such as a threat or pressure or the friction of oncoming conflict. It is very difficult to tell exactly when this trigger will set off from an outside perspective but FOR JORG these lines are ingrained within his very being. It's like a reflex, he doesn't even have to think about it. Private: How is it he can move so quickly like that? I could barely even see him doing it! Alpha: Part of it is because Jorg instinctively compounds his telekinesis with Kinetic energy. The other is because he's clairvoyant, prophetic even. This doesn't just apply to the precepts of time or it's passage through the universe itself but also to an outside stimulus. But just like almost all things concerning Jorg; he isn't fully aware of what he's doing and what he does it its all interdependent on outside stimulus and outside perception and interpretation. In short, Jorg is like a living mirror in everything he does and reasons for doing them. A reflection of one's self whether they even realize it or not. He could punch through a two inch steel wall or bulletproof plate glass window faster than you could blink if he wanted to... *Alpha shrugs casually. Alpha: ...Only problem is it takes alot for Jorg to actively feel inclined to do so. Well...sometimes. All that being said apparently he sees absolutely none of you as an inclination for him to act...and so...he doesn't. He doesn't see any of you as a threat! *The Sergeant fumes angrily and frustratedly as he stares at the preoccupied little alien frustratedly and then speaks angrily. Sergeant: WHADDYA MEAN "HE DOESN'T SEE ME AS A THREAT"!? I'M A GODDAMNED NAVY SEAL! I DID TWO TOURS IN AZKABAN! *Alpha replies to the Sergeant flatly and unflinching. Alpha: Exactly what I just said...Your limited human capabilities and physicality to Jorg is a non-issue. You're not big enough, strong enough, forceful enough or physically capable through your own recognizance of being a perceivable threat to him. *The Sergeant stands from the opposing side of the playful grey in the little red dress then angrily unbuttons and unholsters his service weapon as he holds it in both hands, pointed towards the ground. *The USSF Commander laughs a riotous laugh as he spectates from the warehouse window some distance away then pounds the desk upon it once more as he goads the Sergeant playfully. USSF Commander: YOU GET EM HOSS! *The Commander quickly turns towards it's QuarterMaster then whispers as he winks towards his glare. USSF Commander: ....Fucking idjit! *Luna’s eyes widen with worry as she begins to speak. Luna: I WOULDN'T DO TH- *Alpha calmly places a gentle hand upon Luna’s shoulder as he knowingly interjects solemnly yet very mischievously. Alpha: Nah....Let em'. The Sergeant steadies his firearm upon the grey methodically as all of his compatriots watch onwards nervously. And what happens next, again...Can best be explained by a breakdown of a series of events that through our perception of time unfolded within a matter of moments. ...But to Jorg himself? Well, that's another matter entirely. Just like one perceptive light switch suddenly being flicked on from deep, deep, deep within Jorg’s psyche. The little grey suddenly raises his head; his black, saucer shaped eyes widened with a perfectly aligned subconscious awareness. One of them twitching erratically above a maddened grin as above and all throughout this training room; the loud deafening roar of electric guitar reverberates one ear-splitting and most deafening melody. Loudly cutting through the awkward silence not unlike a high-powered circular saw this melody is that of the song "Beat It" the cover of an infamous Michael Jackson tune preformed by the band "Fall Out Boy". https://youtu.be/Qt54wA7Z2LY And as this guitar melody drones and roars throughout the intercom and sirens of the facility all around; As Alpha smirks smugly and Luna laughs...and then gasps. What follows suit could be quite accurately articulated as a series of movements so perceivably fast, powerful, and deadly accurate that one could quite convincingly say that Jorg DID move faster than a human could blink. He quickly utilizes his telekinetic energy with one hand to jerk the firearm out from within the Sergeant's grasp not unlike a vaulted football ripped from between a running back's fingers. And as this pistol flies and spins towards Jorg he launches himself into the air, quickly preforming a spinning back kick that smacks against the gun sending it ricocheting and flipping once more until it hurtles directly dead center of the Sergeant's face sending him spiraling and sprawled out upon the ground nearby while the gun itself deflects, is thrown against a nearby wall and then misfires. Space Marine: SHIT...MY LEG! And as the lyrics of the song echo and vibrates all throughout this training room, quaking its walls and cushioned floormats with every progressing spoken word; the frightened private quickly turns to sprint in the other direction, absolutely ANY direction away from Jorg. But little did he know; it was far, far, far too late... Jorg harnesses his telekinetic energy to rip the man's legs out from beneath him, as he does Jorg quickly sprints forward, leaps into the air again like a telekinetic grasshopper then dead drops his knee into the private's back. As Jorg "ground and pounds" the back of the privates combat protective headgear repeatedly in rapid succession; not unlike quick repeating Wing-Chun punches into the back of the man's head, striking and bouncing his forehead off of the training floor's cushioned material all to the rhythm of this melody. The surrounding marines look around at one another, murmuring in a stunned confusion as the private cries for help. Private: G-G-GET I- *WHACK! *BANG! *POW! *WHOMP! *THUMP-THUMP-THUMP! Private: GET IT OFFA ME! *The USSF Director points at the private then addresses the fearful combatants sternly. USSF Director: ...WELL!? HELP HIM! *One of the remaining combatants turns to kick Jorg off of the private when the grey quickly stops then pivots as if in anticipation of said strike; catches the man's ankle then smiles with a malevolent grin before twisting it with a loud *CRACK! *Luna squints her eyes closed and winces painfully as Alpha grins a grin very much reflective of Jorg’s and they both comment. Luna: Oooooooh! Alpha: Fuck em'... Elsewhere at the provisional warehouse window the USSF Commander slams his hand down upon the table once more as he also comments; smiling at the QuarterMaster with a shit eating grin all the while. USSF Commander: That looked like it HURT LIKE HELL! GET EM' HOSS! *The QuarterMaster also comments, sneering distastefully. QuarterMaster: I fuckin' hate you... Elsewhere amongst the whirlwind of rapid, successful strikes and all to a melody; Jorg now stands his miniskirt fluttering in training room's AC cooled air along with the motion of his movements with the Marine's now broken ankle held between the palms of his hands; the man still wailing with pain. In an amount of time accumulating to less than the passage of a few seconds; the grey spins and leg sweeps the other man's remaining limb, tossing him upwards into the air before kicking him in the abdomen with a telekinetically reinforced strike that sends the man hurtling into and bouncing off of the nearest wall. As another approaching soldier moves in to strike Jorg the grey quickly hops a foot into the air once more; then quickly plants a deflective side kick in rapid, fluid succession into the center of the man's chest which sends him staggering back just a few paces. *The soldier hardens himself as he pounds his chest then closes in on Jorg once more. Space Marine: IS THAT ALL YOU GOT!? And as this melody continues to pound with a thunderous roar all throughout the training room; Jorg smiles a sadistic smile. While the man races forwards to preform a takedown upon the little grey, Jorg quickly and acrobatically dips his head and upper abdomen towards the ground. With a certain level of martial flexibility mirroring that of a Shaolin Monk the grey lifts the pad of his foot from behind towards where his head originally was, arching it upwards and from behind his backside with his torso now angled downwards, he then slams the bottom of his foot into the Marine's forehead; stunning him instantaneously. Jorg quickly rights his equilibrium and with a fluid, unceasing movement uses that very same leg to plant a telekinetically charged front kick into the man's sternum; sending him flying backwards and crashing into yet another padded wall. Space Marine: YOU CRAZY LITTLE SHIT! A remaining marine shouts at Jorg and then races towards him from a flanked position sending his own angled "axe kick" towards the grey's abdomen. And as this melody pounds and reverberates the ether all around from every perceivable direction; without so much as a moments hesitation, forethought, or consideration Jorg side steps then archs his own leg around the own man's "Axe Kick" locking it into place. *The Marine's eyes meet the grey's; whose deep, darkened saucer shaped eyes are deadlocked onto his own. Shining with a glossy, detached madness as the grey's smile widens. And with their legs locked in place, Jorg intentionally restricts the man's movement; the Marine's remaining free leg trembles as he utters words of fear and astonishment. Space Marine: Oh....SHI- *Before the man can even get the words out the grey hops into the air with his remaining leg with the other still locked in place, then uses his free leg to dropkick the soldier dead center of his chest with another telekinetically reinforced strike before quickly releasing his leglock to send the man vaulting into another padded wall not unlike a human bullet. And as this resounding melody finally tolls onwards towards it's completion; the little grey still stands in the middle of this training room. In the exact spot in which he'd originally began; surrounded by moaning, bloody, blackened and bruised human cadavers. Who at this point are each and all very, very much alive; though perhaps their pride...not so much. *Luna shakes her head from side to side as the USSF Director speaks. USSF Director: Well...we're never doing that again! *Alpha stares at the director and smiles with an air of apathy. Alpha: I could have told you but you'd never have listened... *The private spits a mouthful of blood onto the ground as he slowly gathers his strength to try to lift himself from it, next to the still unconscious Sergeant lying face down on the floormat beside him. Private: We are so...so...so fucked. *At the provisional warehouse window the QuarterMaster counts out the last of his debt and then slams it upon the table towards the USSF Commander's outstretched smile now grinning from ear to ear. USSF Commander: It was nice doin' business with you! QuarterMaster: Shut the hell up... |
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The weight of this enormous credit card debt has not only brought financial ruin upon me but has also taken a severe toll on my mental well-being. Each passing day sees my mental health deteriorating further, as the stress and anxiety of my situation continue to escalate.
Regrettably, I have reached a point where I have lost everything I had built, leaving me with no assets or savings to fall back on. The enormity of this setback is difficult to put into words.
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2023.06.04 05:27 richpeoplearenice calm amidst hysteria
One common trait of primary psychopaths is calm under conditions that the general public believes should make everyone hysterical.
I am not a primary psychopath, though my parents both were. I do, however, exhibit many primary-psychopathic traits.
I am including some personal anecdotes, slightly colorful to be sure, to encourage discussion.
Primary psychopaths are basically anhedonic, mistrustful, and often apathetic. Their sensation-seeking, rule-breaking, attention-seeking, paraphilias, criminal versatility, etc. stem largely from just being bored and depressed. I lack sensation-seeking: I prefer not to use mind-altering substances. I avoid entertainment and sex.
Sullen indifference is not lost on any reasonably intelligent person and repels them even when masked, leading to attention-seeking tantrums. Two friends who were firestarters as children grew up to set themselves on fire for the same reason: boredom and numbness.
Primary psychopaths are characterized by enlarged striata, visible on MRI, which leads to increased need for stimulation, and by the Warrior Gene. Warriors are routinely called upon not only to take lives but to sacrifice their own.
Intelligence is essential in any great warrior, so it makes sense that a warrior caste would be suspicious, bored and indifferent (callous), and more interested in ends than means (duplicity, lying, manipulation, ruthlessness, violence): if you enjoy life, how will you take pleasure in being a shadow on the battlefield, knowing that you may not survive the engagement?
If a normal person is threatened by Medicaid fraudsters, he will probably just take the medical care and hope the goons won't hurt him. In such a situation, I knew their goal was life insurance, not Medicaid fraud, so I tried to kill myself in ways that would have killed most people (attempted drowning in extremely polluted water, marked as a drowning risk due to strong currents, then drank my own urine for 3 days while stopping antibiotics midcourse, hoping to develop a superbug to thank my friends and neighbors) but barely hurt me: I am the son of an unrelentingly brutal special forces commander, who raped his own soldiers, castrated Blacks for sport, prided himself on devising new methods of killing with his bare hands, and lamented the unscrupulousness of people selected to provide information under torture). He and my mother -- a pedophile, castration fetishist, FGM fetishist, rape fetishist, trafficker (cocaine, children, slaves), arranger of murders for hire, money launderer, and money other interests -- conceived me with inconceivable impulsivity while cash-strapped, then took out a life insurance policy on me, circumcised me instead of reassigning me at birth as indicated, and waited for me to die. They threw in some fake psychiatric diagnoses, medications with disfiguring side effects, many medical rapes, substandard education, time in GULAG...
Daddy's second wife, who did her family of guards at GULAG in Siberia proud by getting a promotion to surveil rich people and push them out windows, stalked me for years, then decided to castrate and enslave me. I wish I had been reassigned at birth, but being 40-year-old nutless Lurch just doesn't seem like fun.
I refused slavery, so she robbed my friends to make me disappear into GULAG ( State psych). I let my friends know, so they demanded the money from the life insurance policy. Failing that, extirpation of everyone who robbed my friends. It'll happen.
Instead of killing myself, it may be advantageous to move somewhere other than a kleptopsychocracy. I have earned respect from homicidal psychopaths for staying cool when beaten bloody.
I have some classic primary psychopathic traits. For instance, I was struck by a speeding Jeep when celebrating my 26th birthday and Thanksgiving in 2010..
I was strolling across 3rd Avenue and paused to let the speeding Jeep, two blocks ahead of the other traffic, go by, figuring I would then just stroll to he curb.
My best friend at the time had a fight-or-flight reaction and risked his life to pull me into the path of the Jeep, himself falling down and being grazed in the process.
I was slammed directly in my left side, then grew giddy as I bounced of the hood, then the windshield, then the roof, which gave me a really beautifully blurred view of the white Christmas lights on the trees. I thought of the 1995 season finale of Law and Order, in which Claire Kincaid, played by Jill Hennessy (a then-famous Cover Girl model), was distracted by her conversation with her boss, Jack McCoy (played by Sam Waterston), and was killed in a driver's side crash. The lights in that episode were just like what I was seeing. How the hell did the producers know how it should look? I thought of asking a childhood acquaintance whose dad worked on the show to tell his dad, then lamented they would never know because I would be dead. I hit the pavement, landing on my back. The tires touched my left hip. I thought having crushed c&b in the middle of 3rd Avenue would be really gross, so I was relieved when the Jeep didn't run over me. I wiggled my toes and figured everything would be a stupid formality, which was true.
My friend stood over me, screaming. His hair looked so thick, he looked so beautiful, and so... bothered... I was thinking of how unfair it was that my birthday was being ruined by ordinary people with their procedures.
I was lying in the middle of 3rd Avenue, staring up at this amazing specimen, only for him to scream hysterically instead of helping me up so we could continue celebrating at the nearest motel.
They would inevitably call an ambulance and blame me for waiting for the speeding Jeep to pass, which indeed happened. Then tragedy struck: the ambulance crew had the unmitigated gall to tell me not to sit up and take off my shirt.
That was a vintage Brooks Brothers navy blue Golden Fleece tennis shirt. I was scarred for life as they cut the shirt, the scissors moving menacingly toward my face, just to remind me that I would be a miserable failure (true, but not because of the shirt).
I had struck my head on the pavement and could not urinate. I stayed on a Foley catheter for a while and walked out of the hospital the evening.
My only injuries were bruising, a scrape on my right hand, and a hairline fracture, barely perceptible on x-ray, in my lumbar spine.
My mother insisted I have physical therapy. I pointed out that there was nothing to do but wait for my body to heal. I knew she just wanted to play the hysterical mother, worried about her adult son who didn't know how to cross the street by himself. Yup...
When my mother was dying, I was livid that people were upset: I was the person closest to her. If I don't mind, how dare they encroach on my indifference?! I remarked around that time, quite sincerely and incessantly, that people who mourn the dead should be killed: not only for coveting the dead but for pretending to they feel sorry for the dead instead of admitting they feel sorry for themselves.
I really enjoyed exposing my crooked family to my former friends they robbed: they fucked up their payment plan and now they and their American friends, to whom they spread around my friends' money, cannot be saved.
I really hope they really, really spread it around, because then there will be mass casualties. If good Russians won't starve Europe, can they at least liquidate New York? It's like blowing up Syria: someone has to do it.
It would really work out well for me: I live in New York and my life sucks, so that way I shouldn't have to keep sleeping and metabolizing and would die knowing that the people I see every miserable day would never make trouble again. I could just die instead of making more decisions.
I always regretted not having killed my parents before I turned 12. Mommy got away scot free, but Daddy and his nearest and dearest fucked themselves.
I actually asked if I could help out with the torture, but no one needs me for anything. I'm always ready to roll up my sleeves to help a friend. If you can't kill your family, how are you supposed to kill strangers?
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I am not a primary psychopath, though my parents both were. I do, however, exhibit many primary-psychopathic traits.
I am including some personal anecdotes, slightly colorful to be sure, to encourage discussion.
Primary psychopaths are basically anhedonic, mistrustful, and often apathetic. Their sensation-seeking, rule-breaking, attention-seeking, paraphilias, criminal versatility, etc. stem largely from just being bored and depressed. I lack sensation-seeking: I prefer not to use mind-altering substances. I avoid entertainment and sex.
Sullen indifference is not lost on any reasonably intelligent person and repels them even when masked, leading to attention-seeking tantrums. Two friends who were firestarters as children grew up to set themselves on fire for the same reason: boredom and numbness.
Primary psychopaths are characterized by enlarged striata, visible on MRI, which leads to increased need for stimulation, and by the Warrior Gene. Warriors are routinely called upon not only to take lives but to sacrifice their own.
Intelligence is essential in any great warrior, so it makes sense that a warrior caste would be suspicious, bored and indifferent (callous), and more interested in ends than means (duplicity, lying, manipulation, ruthlessness, violence): if you enjoy life, how will you take pleasure in being a shadow on the battlefield, knowing that you may not survive the engagement?
If a normal person is threatened by Medicaid fraudsters, he will probably just take the medical care and hope the goons won't hurt him. In such a situation, I knew their goal was life insurance, not Medicaid fraud, so I tried to kill myself in ways that would have killed most people (attempted drowning in extremely polluted water, marked as a drowning risk due to strong currents, then drank my own urine for 3 days while stopping antibiotics midcourse, hoping to develop a superbug to thank my friends and neighbors) but barely hurt me: I am the son of an unrelentingly brutal special forces commander, who raped his own soldiers, castrated Blacks for sport, prided himself on devising new methods of killing with his bare hands, and lamented the unscrupulousness of people selected to provide information under torture). He and my mother -- a pedophile, castration fetishist, FGM fetishist, rape fetishist, trafficker (cocaine, children, slaves), arranger of murders for hire, money launderer, and money other interests -- conceived me with inconceivable impulsivity while cash-strapped, then took out a life insurance policy on me, circumcised me instead of reassigning me at birth as indicated, and waited for me to die. They threw in some fake psychiatric diagnoses, medications with disfiguring side effects, many medical rapes, substandard education, time in GULAG...
Daddy's second wife, who did her family of guards at GULAG in Siberia proud by getting a promotion to surveil rich people and push them out windows, stalked me for years, then decided to castrate and enslave me. I wish I had been reassigned at birth, but being 40-year-old nutless Lurch just doesn't seem like fun.
I refused slavery, so she robbed my friends to make me disappear into GULAG ( State psych). I let my friends know, so they demanded the money from the life insurance policy. Failing that, extirpation of everyone who robbed my friends. It'll happen.
Instead of killing myself, it may be advantageous to move somewhere other than a kleptopsychocracy. I have earned respect from homicidal psychopaths for staying cool when beaten bloody.
I have some classic primary psychopathic traits. For instance, I was struck by a speeding Jeep when celebrating my 26th birthday and Thanksgiving in 2010..
I was strolling across 3rd Avenue and paused to let the speeding Jeep, two blocks ahead of the other traffic, go by, figuring I would then just stroll to he curb.
My best friend at the time had a fight-or-flight reaction and risked his life to pull me into the path of the Jeep, himself falling down and being grazed in the process.
I was slammed directly in my left side, then grew giddy as I bounced of the hood, then the windshield, then the roof, which gave me a really beautifully blurred view of the white Christmas lights on the trees. I thought of the 1995 season finale of Law and Order, in which Claire Kincaid, played by Jill Hennessy (a then-famous Cover Girl model), was distracted by her conversation with her boss, Jack McCoy (played by Sam Waterston), and was killed in a driver's side crash. The lights in that episode were just like what I was seeing. How the hell did the producers know how it should look? I thought of asking a childhood acquaintance whose dad worked on the show to tell his dad, then lamented they would never know because I would be dead. I hit the pavement, landing on my back. The tires touched my left hip. I thought having crushed c&b in the middle of 3rd Avenue would be really gross, so I was relieved when the Jeep didn't run over me. I wiggled my toes and figured everything would be a stupid formality, which was true.
My friend stood over me, screaming. His hair looked so thick, he looked so beautiful, and so... bothered... I was thinking of how unfair it was that my birthday was being ruined by ordinary people with their procedures.
I was lying in the middle of 3rd Avenue, staring up at this amazing specimen, only for him to scream hysterically instead of helping me up so we could continue celebrating at the nearest motel.
They would inevitably call an ambulance and blame me for waiting for the speeding Jeep to pass, which indeed happened. Then tragedy struck: the ambulance crew had the unmitigated gall to tell me not to sit up and take off my shirt.
That was a vintage Brooks Brothers navy blue Golden Fleece tennis shirt. I was scarred for life as they cut the shirt, the scissors moving menacingly toward my face, just to remind me that I would be a miserable failure (true, but not because of the shirt).
I had struck my head on the pavement and could not urinate. I stayed on a Foley catheter for a while and walked out of the hospital the evening.
My only injuries were bruising, a scrape on my right hand, and a hairline fracture, barely perceptible on x-ray, in my lumbar spine.
My mother insisted I have physical therapy. I pointed out that there was nothing to do but wait for my body to heal. I knew she just wanted to play the hysterical mother, worried about her adult son who didn't know how to cross the street by himself. Yup...
When my mother was dying, I was livid that people were upset: I was the person closest to her. If I don't mind, how dare they encroach on my indifference?! I remarked around that time, quite sincerely and incessantly, that people who mourn the dead should be killed: not only for coveting the dead but for pretending to they feel sorry for the dead instead of admitting they feel sorry for themselves.
I really enjoyed exposing my crooked family to my former friends they robbed: they fucked up their payment plan and now they and their American friends, to whom they spread around my friends' money, cannot be saved.
I really hope they really, really spread it around, because then there will be mass casualties. If good Russians won't starve Europe, can they at least liquidate New York? It's like blowing up Syria: someone has to do it.
It would really work out well for me: I live in New York and my life sucks, so that way I shouldn't have to keep sleeping and metabolizing and would die knowing that the people I see every miserable day would never make trouble again. I could just die instead of making more decisions.
I always regretted not having killed my parents before I turned 12. Mommy got away scot free, but Daddy and his nearest and dearest fucked themselves.
I actually asked if I could help out with the torture, but no one needs me for anything. I'm always ready to roll up my sleeves to help a friend. If you can't kill your family, how are you supposed to kill strangers?
2023.06.04 05:26 Adventurous-Copy-204 I have officially lost my mind
My bp has been high. I mean 140-160 normal days. I have been to the er many times and they focus on pre e, I don’t have it. I have every symptom but it’s not pre e. Tests come back fine and they send me home I am 39 weeks tomorrow and I am literally swollen, my face is new it feels like I got Botox, my hands hands and feet are puffy, just left the er and yes you guessed it not pre e. I have headaches all the time doesn’t go away I have every symptom but not preeclampsia. I am struggling so bad and the drs aren’t listening to me. I was just released with 150 bp and no medicine at all since 30 weeks I have been struggling with my bp and the dr is sooo dismissive. He tells me go to er with 140 bp and I did but he sends me home. Like I don’t get it!! This isn’t normal. I don’t feel ok. Every nurse at the emergency tells me the dr is crazy for letting me push on with such bad blood pressure readings. I can’t find any dr to help me. I’m literally losing my mind.
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2023.06.04 05:26 BLUEBERRRRCAKE Ain't reading that alat 😂📖
"Finally, it's here!" Makayla said, as she gets off the couch, and opens the front door. She was pretty young, being 17 years old. Blonde hair, blue eyes, beige skin, she was "cute". There was a box at the doorstep,
"My Super Bomberman R copy is finally here!" She took the box, takes it home, and opened it. "Iron sand?" Makayla questioned, "What a ripoff!" She was angry, really angry. It took 5 minutes for her to calm down. "Oh well, its better than nothing." Makayla touched the iron sand.
The iron sand shocked Makayla, "OW!" She exclaimed. "That hurt!" She looked all over her body and found nothing. Except for the red spot on her fingertip, "OH MY GOD IM BLEEDING!" She went to the bathroom to get herself a bandage, but that was not the case. She figured that out when the red spot was growing, until her right hand looked like a glove. In fact, it was a glove! Her right hand was red, and had a capital "N" on the back. Then her fingers started getting closer and closer, until all of her fingers merged together.
The same happened with her left hand, except it was blue and had a capital "S" on it. Makaylet was creeped out, and questioned, "Wait, these gloves look familia-"She was interrupted by a sudden pain in her legs, she found out that she was wearing black shoes with a red stripe on her left foot, and a blue stripe on her right. Both of her arms and legs became very pale, smoothed out, and shrunk. "Urk, i am in so much pain..." Makanet groaned. She was in so much pain, That she didn't notice her pants and shirt merging together and turning light blue, and a black belt with a golden buckle formed around her waist.
Makgnet's breasts shrunk into her body, her
womanhood was pushed out of her, so she screamed and whimpered in pain. A white scarf formed on his neck with red and blue
tips on each end. She shrunk tremendously to the size of the cardboard box the iron sande
was in, "GAHHHH!!!" Makgnet then noticed that his voice became more masculine.
"What? my voice! MY VOICE!!!" He was panicking more than before, and his head turned light blue, while his face was turning black. His nose, mouth, eyelids, eyelashes, and ears, disappeared, but was still able to talk, smell, and hear, then his head rounded into a circle. The colors of his eyes merged into one color, and turned bright yellow. A golden magnet-like shape grew out of his
forehead. He noticed his hair falling out when a white triangle with a light blue ball top of it grew out of his head.
When the physical changes were done, Magnet went into the bathroom and climbed all the way up to see himself in the mirror.
"Oh my god... Im Magnet bomber!, what
will my parents think of this..." He said, thinking about what he wants to do. That's when he got the worst migraine he ever had in his entire life. "AGGGGH! THIS IS SO
PAINFUL!" He said, trying to get medication, but this was no ordinary migraine, as his memories were getting replaced. The trip to the amusement park, gone, the toenail incident, gone. All he remembers is being technologically smart and one of the 5
dastardly bombers. "Where am i... THIS IS NOT MY LAIR! I GOT TO GET OUT OF HERE!" Magnet bomber had to go undercover for the last few days, and then he decided to live in the forest.
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"My Super Bomberman R copy is finally here!" She took the box, takes it home, and opened it. "Iron sand?" Makayla questioned, "What a ripoff!" She was angry, really angry. It took 5 minutes for her to calm down. "Oh well, its better than nothing." Makayla touched the iron sand.
The iron sand shocked Makayla, "OW!" She exclaimed. "That hurt!" She looked all over her body and found nothing. Except for the red spot on her fingertip, "OH MY GOD IM BLEEDING!" She went to the bathroom to get herself a bandage, but that was not the case. She figured that out when the red spot was growing, until her right hand looked like a glove. In fact, it was a glove! Her right hand was red, and had a capital "N" on the back. Then her fingers started getting closer and closer, until all of her fingers merged together.
The same happened with her left hand, except it was blue and had a capital "S" on it. Makaylet was creeped out, and questioned, "Wait, these gloves look familia-"She was interrupted by a sudden pain in her legs, she found out that she was wearing black shoes with a red stripe on her left foot, and a blue stripe on her right. Both of her arms and legs became very pale, smoothed out, and shrunk. "Urk, i am in so much pain..." Makanet groaned. She was in so much pain, That she didn't notice her pants and shirt merging together and turning light blue, and a black belt with a golden buckle formed around her waist.
Makgnet's breasts shrunk into her body, her
womanhood was pushed out of her, so she screamed and whimpered in pain. A white scarf formed on his neck with red and blue
tips on each end. She shrunk tremendously to the size of the cardboard box the iron sande
was in, "GAHHHH!!!" Makgnet then noticed that his voice became more masculine.
"What? my voice! MY VOICE!!!" He was panicking more than before, and his head turned light blue, while his face was turning black. His nose, mouth, eyelids, eyelashes, and ears, disappeared, but was still able to talk, smell, and hear, then his head rounded into a circle. The colors of his eyes merged into one color, and turned bright yellow. A golden magnet-like shape grew out of his
forehead. He noticed his hair falling out when a white triangle with a light blue ball top of it grew out of his head.
When the physical changes were done, Magnet went into the bathroom and climbed all the way up to see himself in the mirror.
"Oh my god... Im Magnet bomber!, what
will my parents think of this..." He said, thinking about what he wants to do. That's when he got the worst migraine he ever had in his entire life. "AGGGGH! THIS IS SO
PAINFUL!" He said, trying to get medication, but this was no ordinary migraine, as his memories were getting replaced. The trip to the amusement park, gone, the toenail incident, gone. All he remembers is being technologically smart and one of the 5
dastardly bombers. "Where am i... THIS IS NOT MY LAIR! I GOT TO GET OUT OF HERE!" Magnet bomber had to go undercover for the last few days, and then he decided to live in the forest.
2023.06.04 05:25 SquirrelofLIL Spot Treatment Skin Lightening
Hi folks, I've been struggling with spot treatment skin lightening for years. My skin tone is fair but my elbows, ankles, insect bites and neck are dark. Like a 10 shade difference.
Right now my stack is TONE Fruit Acid Body Wash, A Korean Italian towel for scrubbing, Aveeno Baby Sunblock and Topiclear Gel Hydroquinone. However I've also tried:
Eucerin Rough Skin with Uric Acid which is a dupe of Amlactin which I can't afford, lactic acid body peel at 70%, and Madina Papaya Enzyme soap.
The only product that worked for me was an Ebay product called SkinLite which has hydrocortisone, Retin a and hydroquinone, but I've mixed those together in my hand and they didn't work.
Should I try clobetasol instead of just anti itch hydrocortisone if I'm to mix the different creams. Also do I have to wrap plastic around areas to be bleached similar to lightening the hair?
Skin lite doesn't seem to exist anymore either. I remember it cost around 5 dollars when it existed. Doesn't anyone remember this stuff? I also saw it in an international grocery store.
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Right now my stack is TONE Fruit Acid Body Wash, A Korean Italian towel for scrubbing, Aveeno Baby Sunblock and Topiclear Gel Hydroquinone. However I've also tried:
Eucerin Rough Skin with Uric Acid which is a dupe of Amlactin which I can't afford, lactic acid body peel at 70%, and Madina Papaya Enzyme soap.
The only product that worked for me was an Ebay product called SkinLite which has hydrocortisone, Retin a and hydroquinone, but I've mixed those together in my hand and they didn't work.
Should I try clobetasol instead of just anti itch hydrocortisone if I'm to mix the different creams. Also do I have to wrap plastic around areas to be bleached similar to lightening the hair?
Skin lite doesn't seem to exist anymore either. I remember it cost around 5 dollars when it existed. Doesn't anyone remember this stuff? I also saw it in an international grocery store.
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The weight of this enormous credit card debt has not only brought financial ruin upon me but has also taken a severe toll on my mental well-being. Each passing day sees my mental health deteriorating further, as the stress and anxiety of my situation continue to escalate.
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Below is my story: I am reaching out to you today with a heavy heart and a plea for assistance in the face of a dire situation. I understand that we may not have any direct connection or reason for you to help me, but I am writing to you in the hope that you might be able to offer support during this challenging time.
My name is Pritam Dutta, and I find myself in a devastating predicament. Recently, I made a series of regrettable choices that have left me in a state of complete despair. Out of desperation, I turned to gambling, using my credit card to play poker. Unfortunately, this ill-conceived decision has resulted in a massive debt that I am unable to repay.
The weight of this enormous credit card debt has not only brought financial ruin upon me but has also taken a severe toll on my mental well-being. Each passing day sees my mental health deteriorating further, as the stress and anxiety of my situation continue to escalate.
Regrettably, I have reached a point where I have lost everything I had built, leaving me with no assets or savings to fall back on. The enormity of this setback is difficult to put into words.
Coming from a disadvantaged background, desperation and a lack of alternatives led me down this destructive path. I am painfully aware of the gravity of my actions and the devastating consequences they have had on my life. I am reaching out to you because I believe that your compassion and generosity may provide me with a chance to rebuild my life.
I am willing to do whatever is within my capacity to make amends and demonstrate my gratitude for your assistance. If you find it fitting to ask for something in return, I would be more than willing to oblige. I am prepared to offer my skills, time, or any form of assistance that you believe would be of value. My sincerest desire is to repay this debt and regain stability in my life.
I understand that you likely receive numerous requests for aid, and I genuinely appreciate your consideration of my plea. If you find it within your means to extend a helping hand, no matter how small, it would mean the world to me. I assure you that any contributions you make will be dedicated solely to resolving this debt and rebuilding my life.
Thank you for taking the time to read this letter and for your understanding. Should you require any further information or have any questions, please do not hesitate to reach out to me. I have included my contact details below.
Once again, I understand that you may have no obligation to assist me, but I am writing to you with the hope that your compassion and kindness will guide your decision. I am left with no other options and am desperately seeking a way to overcome this devastating period in my life.
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2023.06.04 05:22 LoveMangaBuddy Read Salty & Sweet - Chapter 22 - MangaPuma
Flowers in both hands? Or perhaps enemies on every side?Just turned twenty, with a life that is not lacking, the only goal left to be achieved is an intense romantic relationship!However, there's always something that doesn't quite click with every man that comes in contact with. What could the reason behind this possibly be?"Isn't it about time we break up?"A sweet yet half-hearted lover,"Meet wi ... Read Salty & Sweet - Chapter 22 - MangaPuma. Read more at https://mangapuma.com/salty-and-sweet/chapter-22
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2023.06.04 05:22 rigov2046 35 [M4F] DMV/Anywhere 6’2, Kinky Gentleman for Future First Lady Material
Good Evening-
BLUF (Bottom Line Up Front): Stats and Interests Below the Cut-Line. Rationale and Compatibility Analysis Directly Below.
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I am seeking monogamy and commitment from one lady and I am willing to show the same. Currently located in Northern Virginia, but will undoubtedly re-locate due to my career within the next 18 months or so.
I think that the only reasons we might not be compatible are preferences for looks, our careers (especially me in the Navy), sexual compatibility, and how we spend our free time. As for other reasons- I pride myself in communication, problem solving, patience, chivalry, authenticity, and being altruistic.
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Statistics: 6’2, Soon to be 36 YO, 196 lbs, 34 waist, Pulse 52, BP 118/72, Shoe- 12, xxx-7.25, Credit Score 807. Foster Homes Lived In-28, Schools Attended- 23. 43 countries visited, Deployments (USN)- 5, Kids- 0. Black Hair, Hazel Eyes, Lean-Athletic Muscular build. Sweet smile, great calves, aging grey temples, youthful/positive face. The usually response I get is either “fuck yes” or “fuck no” - I realize I am not everyone’s type. 5k PR: 1557- college. Mile-4:17- high school (RI all-state). Undergrad: USNA. Master’s: GWU, USNWC
Red Flags 2 Marriages, 1 other Engagement. Broken hearts- many. Times broken-hearted- 2. Currently separated. Introverted and Calculated decision maker due to upbringing. Analytical for good and bad reasons. Harry Potter House Ravenclaw Hat-Stall to Slytherin. Left-Handed, 800M SAT Score. Have won over 600k lifetime gambling (A hobby now, used to be a matter of life/death when I was youngehomeless as a teen).
Personality Assessment: Altruistic and Thoughtful people-pleaser. Detail-oriented and sexually charged gentleman. More cooperative and curious than critical. Constantly self-assessing and self-correcting, reflective and strives for improvement. Aims to use own experience to better others in close proximity and to scale. INTJ, love languages physical touch and quality time. Future POTUS, RI GOV, or Government SES, Navy Ship Captain. Vulnerability, Passion, and Compassion are Hallmarks (See Brene Brown/Esther Perel TED Talks).
Interests: Sports fanatic- specifically Boston teams. Board/Card games. Intellectual/Philosophical conversations. Human Behavior, Running, Walking, Pokémon Go, improving my teams around me, including family. Road trips, traveling- especially San Diego, Miami, Vegas, NYC, the beach, kissing, giving massages, finding a partner who wants to deeply connect romantically and physically and discuss and act out our fantasies. Improving our EQ and erotic intelligence together.
Someone will really like this and I hope if you are interested, we could write our success story here. I am an eternal optimist and I realize that you can’t small talk on apps the way I would really like to get to the heart of serious issues. If you are genuinely ambitious yet humble from our beginnings- maybe one of us is the First Spouse to the other, or, the half of a great partnership and earn the title of best parent, or co-chefs in our house together. Coach of the kids’s sports team is cool, too.
I have almost all the pieces I have to make life great and for me it is- just hoping to find that force multiplier where we can enhance our lives and take each other to a place of leadership and bliss that not even we can imagine right now!
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BLUF (Bottom Line Up Front): Stats and Interests Below the Cut-Line. Rationale and Compatibility Analysis Directly Below.
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I am seeking monogamy and commitment from one lady and I am willing to show the same. Currently located in Northern Virginia, but will undoubtedly re-locate due to my career within the next 18 months or so.
I think that the only reasons we might not be compatible are preferences for looks, our careers (especially me in the Navy), sexual compatibility, and how we spend our free time. As for other reasons- I pride myself in communication, problem solving, patience, chivalry, authenticity, and being altruistic.
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Statistics: 6’2, Soon to be 36 YO, 196 lbs, 34 waist, Pulse 52, BP 118/72, Shoe- 12, xxx-7.25, Credit Score 807. Foster Homes Lived In-28, Schools Attended- 23. 43 countries visited, Deployments (USN)- 5, Kids- 0. Black Hair, Hazel Eyes, Lean-Athletic Muscular build. Sweet smile, great calves, aging grey temples, youthful/positive face. The usually response I get is either “fuck yes” or “fuck no” - I realize I am not everyone’s type. 5k PR: 1557- college. Mile-4:17- high school (RI all-state). Undergrad: USNA. Master’s: GWU, USNWC
Red Flags 2 Marriages, 1 other Engagement. Broken hearts- many. Times broken-hearted- 2. Currently separated. Introverted and Calculated decision maker due to upbringing. Analytical for good and bad reasons. Harry Potter House Ravenclaw Hat-Stall to Slytherin. Left-Handed, 800M SAT Score. Have won over 600k lifetime gambling (A hobby now, used to be a matter of life/death when I was youngehomeless as a teen).
Personality Assessment: Altruistic and Thoughtful people-pleaser. Detail-oriented and sexually charged gentleman. More cooperative and curious than critical. Constantly self-assessing and self-correcting, reflective and strives for improvement. Aims to use own experience to better others in close proximity and to scale. INTJ, love languages physical touch and quality time. Future POTUS, RI GOV, or Government SES, Navy Ship Captain. Vulnerability, Passion, and Compassion are Hallmarks (See Brene Brown/Esther Perel TED Talks).
Interests: Sports fanatic- specifically Boston teams. Board/Card games. Intellectual/Philosophical conversations. Human Behavior, Running, Walking, Pokémon Go, improving my teams around me, including family. Road trips, traveling- especially San Diego, Miami, Vegas, NYC, the beach, kissing, giving massages, finding a partner who wants to deeply connect romantically and physically and discuss and act out our fantasies. Improving our EQ and erotic intelligence together.
Someone will really like this and I hope if you are interested, we could write our success story here. I am an eternal optimist and I realize that you can’t small talk on apps the way I would really like to get to the heart of serious issues. If you are genuinely ambitious yet humble from our beginnings- maybe one of us is the First Spouse to the other, or, the half of a great partnership and earn the title of best parent, or co-chefs in our house together. Coach of the kids’s sports team is cool, too.
I have almost all the pieces I have to make life great and for me it is- just hoping to find that force multiplier where we can enhance our lives and take each other to a place of leadership and bliss that not even we can imagine right now!
2023.06.04 05:21 BentWookee Penrose Arm Replacements
 | Penrose Arm Replacements submitted by BentWookee to Audeze [link] [comments] Figured these won’t get replaced since Audeze stopped making them and the replacement uses the same design. Got a couple sets of arm printed using PLA and the blueprint on Thingaverse. This is the first time I had something 3D printed and definitely plan to tip the creator. Could have used black but figured grey was a duct-tape badge of honor. You can see right away that these are more solid than the original. These are printed solid and are about .75 oz. The prototype had more hollow honeycombed spaces and weight about a third of an ounce and also felt solid. Replacement is NOT for the ill-equipped, impatient, and unsteady. This will obviously void whatever warranty you have left. Work with Audeze first if you can. You do this replacement at your own risk. Audeze isn’t going to work with you if attempt this and screw it up. As shown in the photo, the wire runs through the existing plastic armature and needs to be cut away WITHOUT CUTTING THE WIRE. You cut the wire and you will have a much bigger problem on your hands. I used a combination of a Dremel at low speed, an exacto blade, lots of light, magnification, eye protection, and patience. When possible, I slipped a piece of metal between the plastic and the wire to protect it from being cut. I did this replacement in two separate sessions. Credit: NeoAcheron on Thingaverse for the Penrose design. |
2023.06.04 05:13 korrokoro Long rant ahead: feeling like I married the completely wrong person going through this ectopic
So I’m going through an ectopic after having a miscarriage in March, and this has been hands down, the most challenging thing I’ve ever been through in my life physically, mentally, and emotionally and I’ve never felt so alone.
The night I was in severe pain and had to go to the ER, I went alone while my husband stayed home with our toddler. I came home the next day in pain to an empty fridge, nothing to eat at all, and my husband took no initiative to get/make any food. I bought iHop after not being able to eat all night due to the potential of surgery. When he came home that morning, he ate my leftovers without any questions. I let it go.
The next day I had an appointment to redo ultrasound and decide on the next steps (wait and watch, surgery, or methodextrate). I had to ASK my husband to come with me to this appointment (he didn’t offer).
The morning of, I was up early because I was so nervous. I decided to let him sleep in, and took our son to daycare. On my way back home, I called him countless times for over 20 minutes to meet me downstairs so we could go to the appointment together. Of course he didn’t answer any of my calls, so I left and went to the appointment on my own because I was annoyed with his lack of initiative.
He didn’t call back until I was almost at the clinic, and that drove me nuts. He said he thought I’d wake him up for the appointment, but I know he heard us heading out for daycare and that should have been his cue to begin getting ready. I feel like he should have woken up on his own if he really actually wanted to be there. I reminded him about what the ER doctor advised about me not being alone due to the risk of a a rupture and fainting, and he didn’t have anything to say.
What made it even more embarrassing was that I was so dizzy at my appointment and my doctor advised not to drive myself home, to call someone and get picked up. I called my husband at least 3 times and of course, he didn’t pick up. I ended up waiting in the clinic 30 minutes before they let me go home alone. He called me back HOURS later and I just went completely off. I told him how stupid and helpless I felt with his ignored calls. All he had to say was that he was sleeping. No apology, nothing. When I got home he tried to give me a hug and I refused, telling him a hug won’t fix anything.
Now my LAST straw was the following day (yesterday). I had another appointment to get the methodextrate injection. I told my husband I’d go to the lab at 7 am then come home and we could go to my appointment together which was at 10 am. I did this in the hopes that the lab results would be out in time for my appointment. I began calling him right as I’m leaving the hospital, lo and behold, no answer. I called 4 times as I drove 20 minutes home, no answer. At this point I was so pissed off, nothing could calm me down. He called me back as I was opening the door and said his phone was on silent. I simply demanded the Costco card from him (to get gas since I was really low on it), and told him I was running late for my appointment since I had to get gas. He had an attitude and purposely took all the time in the world to find his card. I asked him to hurry up because I was going to be late, and I was so furious I have no idea what he said. He wasn’t able to find the card and told me to take his car. I took his keys and cried all the way to my appointment, feeling so stupid. I feel like this is something we should be going through together, and it’s already hard enough on me having to go through the pain and emotional turmoil of an ectopic. How he’s made me feel hurts more than anything throughout this experience. Part of me wants to give him grace, but I also feel like he should be mindful that I’m in a very vulnerable place medically and needs to have at least my calls coming through. I feel like I’m not seeing any effort on his end to help me or be there for me.
I’m seriously considering a divorce at this point because I feel like hard times are really telling of a person’s true colors, but I don’t know if I’m being too reactionary.
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The night I was in severe pain and had to go to the ER, I went alone while my husband stayed home with our toddler. I came home the next day in pain to an empty fridge, nothing to eat at all, and my husband took no initiative to get/make any food. I bought iHop after not being able to eat all night due to the potential of surgery. When he came home that morning, he ate my leftovers without any questions. I let it go.
The next day I had an appointment to redo ultrasound and decide on the next steps (wait and watch, surgery, or methodextrate). I had to ASK my husband to come with me to this appointment (he didn’t offer).
The morning of, I was up early because I was so nervous. I decided to let him sleep in, and took our son to daycare. On my way back home, I called him countless times for over 20 minutes to meet me downstairs so we could go to the appointment together. Of course he didn’t answer any of my calls, so I left and went to the appointment on my own because I was annoyed with his lack of initiative.
He didn’t call back until I was almost at the clinic, and that drove me nuts. He said he thought I’d wake him up for the appointment, but I know he heard us heading out for daycare and that should have been his cue to begin getting ready. I feel like he should have woken up on his own if he really actually wanted to be there. I reminded him about what the ER doctor advised about me not being alone due to the risk of a a rupture and fainting, and he didn’t have anything to say.
What made it even more embarrassing was that I was so dizzy at my appointment and my doctor advised not to drive myself home, to call someone and get picked up. I called my husband at least 3 times and of course, he didn’t pick up. I ended up waiting in the clinic 30 minutes before they let me go home alone. He called me back HOURS later and I just went completely off. I told him how stupid and helpless I felt with his ignored calls. All he had to say was that he was sleeping. No apology, nothing. When I got home he tried to give me a hug and I refused, telling him a hug won’t fix anything.
Now my LAST straw was the following day (yesterday). I had another appointment to get the methodextrate injection. I told my husband I’d go to the lab at 7 am then come home and we could go to my appointment together which was at 10 am. I did this in the hopes that the lab results would be out in time for my appointment. I began calling him right as I’m leaving the hospital, lo and behold, no answer. I called 4 times as I drove 20 minutes home, no answer. At this point I was so pissed off, nothing could calm me down. He called me back as I was opening the door and said his phone was on silent. I simply demanded the Costco card from him (to get gas since I was really low on it), and told him I was running late for my appointment since I had to get gas. He had an attitude and purposely took all the time in the world to find his card. I asked him to hurry up because I was going to be late, and I was so furious I have no idea what he said. He wasn’t able to find the card and told me to take his car. I took his keys and cried all the way to my appointment, feeling so stupid. I feel like this is something we should be going through together, and it’s already hard enough on me having to go through the pain and emotional turmoil of an ectopic. How he’s made me feel hurts more than anything throughout this experience. Part of me wants to give him grace, but I also feel like he should be mindful that I’m in a very vulnerable place medically and needs to have at least my calls coming through. I feel like I’m not seeing any effort on his end to help me or be there for me.
I’m seriously considering a divorce at this point because I feel like hard times are really telling of a person’s true colors, but I don’t know if I’m being too reactionary.
2023.06.04 05:11 QueenAerea Aerea XVII - Executioner
12th Moon, 200 AC Riverrun [will add](haha)
The queen and her dragon were a sight to behold. Both unscathed but also bearing signs of clear battle. Weathered and tired. Veterans of a fight they never wanted to participate in to begin with.
The both of them bathed in dried blood, Aerea slid off of the back of Lightweaver. Exiting the saddle and landing on the ground below, she dug her heels into the cobble with displeasure. Her armor had long become uncomfortable with sweat and grime and, of course, blood caked into its joints and on the layers she wore beneath. A long bath will be needed, Aerea idly thought, but nothing would wash the sin off of her.
Aerea would begin by removing her gauntlets as servants rushed to attend to her; Aerea would dismiss them after giving brief feeding instructions for her dragon. Her Grace required nothing and wanted for nothing. She felt nothing, too—how could one feel after they’d killed those they cared for the most? She did not allow guilt to consume her, however. There was nothing left for the guilt to eat at.
The long days and nights spent in flight were eerily calm and without trouble. They glided easily in the skies as though blessed with good, favorable weather, no qualms found. Aerea loathed it. Some part of her wanted struggle, strain, turmoil as to justify the pain that she’d endured. But nothing would do, and she would get no such luck. Only peace and her inability to calm her quarrelsome mind.
She found herself speaking, but did not recognize her deep, raspy voice as her own.
“Bring me to the Lady Tully, and the Lady Hand.”
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will edit soonLightweaver circled above Riverrun with nary a screech exiting her, before landing in the largest courtyard. Riverrun had been a sight for sore eyes, a reprieve from the mountains and fields and the thoughts within her mind. Sleepless for countless days, there was no doubt in her mind that this event would bring even more of a headache than the one she’d nursed for so long.
The queen and her dragon were a sight to behold. Both unscathed but also bearing signs of clear battle. Weathered and tired. Veterans of a fight they never wanted to participate in to begin with.
The both of them bathed in dried blood, Aerea slid off of the back of Lightweaver. Exiting the saddle and landing on the ground below, she dug her heels into the cobble with displeasure. Her armor had long become uncomfortable with sweat and grime and, of course, blood caked into its joints and on the layers she wore beneath. A long bath will be needed, Aerea idly thought, but nothing would wash the sin off of her.
Aerea would begin by removing her gauntlets as servants rushed to attend to her; Aerea would dismiss them after giving brief feeding instructions for her dragon. Her Grace required nothing and wanted for nothing. She felt nothing, too—how could one feel after they’d killed those they cared for the most? She did not allow guilt to consume her, however. There was nothing left for the guilt to eat at.
The long days and nights spent in flight were eerily calm and without trouble. They glided easily in the skies as though blessed with good, favorable weather, no qualms found. Aerea loathed it. Some part of her wanted struggle, strain, turmoil as to justify the pain that she’d endured. But nothing would do, and she would get no such luck. Only peace and her inability to calm her quarrelsome mind.
She found herself speaking, but did not recognize her deep, raspy voice as her own.
“Bring me to the Lady Tully, and the Lady Hand.”
2023.06.04 05:05 A_Stony_Shore Murkintok Municipal Airport
I was going to be late. I was on the verge of panic, uncertain of where I’d come from or why I was late, but I was going to be late.
Today was supposed to be different. I was sure of it. The start of something new. My only opportunity to move out of my little dead-end corner of Appalachia rested on me arriving for the night shift on time.
I sped over the rolling road in a panic. Dense old growth rushed past in a blur periodically broken by small plots of pasture, apple orchards and fields that a few months earlier were brimming with corn. Shadows danced out there in the dim moonlight and the closer I got to the airfield the more separated from the small outlying town I felt.
My steering wheel was cold and it vibrated wildly in rhythm with my heart. I tapped it impatiently.
The rusted hulk nearly left the road each time I crested a hillock. My suspension groaned under the salt spurred corrosion and strain.
I can get a new car if this all works out.
I nearly missed my turn. Fishtailing, I plodded off the main road onto an aptly named “Airport Drive”.
I came to a halt at the designated stall and turned the car off.
A minute to spare.
I looked out into the darkness beyond the parking area and a tingle ran down my spine. The shadows that were once dancing as I passed were still now and the air oppressive. My hands were tingled with cold yet brimmed with sweat. Before opening the door, I took a few deep breaths, flattened my hair, and made sure my uniform was sharp. Looking into my image in the rearview mirror I cleared my throat.
“Alright buddy. You’ve been drifting from service job to service job in this dying county for half a decade. Somethings got to change. *You’ve* got to change. You’ve got a daughter now, you can’t be out there chasing bar weasels and getting drunk every other night. It’s time to up your game. You aren’t the little boy who had to stand in the corner with his nose to the wall every time you messed up anymore. Now your choices matter for her life too. The pay and experience here are going to help springboard you off into something bigger and brighter. You can do this.”
My car door shrieked open causing the chirping and croaks in the forest around the airfield to briefly fall silent. The crunch of gravel followed me across the unpaved, unmarked parking spaces poorly illuminated by one lonely floodlight. I made my way to the entrance of the terminal and pulled open the door to the chime of an old brass bell.
“Oh, hey buddy.” He glanced at the clock. “You’re early.” Stepping into the room I saw Gus casually looking up from his crossword, bifocals resting on his fat, bright red nose.
“Yessir. I figured maybe if things weren’t too busy we could get started early. I’ve heard night shift can be a lot to take in.”
His brows furrowed and his mouth hung half open.
“Well….alright, I guess. But we’ll be easing you in. Just the basics for the first week.” He held up a finger, “Will and I are gonna rotate each night, until we know you’ve got the hang of it, then we’ll start giving you more responsibilities – if you’re up to it.”
We spent several hours on the night shift responsibilities for the airfield. Many of the duties weren’t too complicated. When we went to the control room at the base of the single tower overlooking the tarmac we flipped several very clearly marked switches turning the runway lights on and off. Then we walked over the several generators tucked away behind baggage claim to check their fuel and oil levels.
“Checking these emergency generators things each night seems a bit overkill, no?” I asked.
Gus smiled. “These aren’t for emergencies. This is our power. Yea, this past winter much to our surprise we found that some of the power poles came down. Some heavy rainfall right before the first snow turned the ground to soup and the just sort of…fell over.”
“They really shouldn’t do that.”
Gus shrugged. “Yea well, corners get cut all over the place. Damn things still aren’t back up, so here we are.”
As we walked back over to the portables for baggage claim and arrivals/departures. Another tingle ran down my spine. Instinctively I looked around and caught sight of something out in the dark. It was the feeling of being watched. I tried to focus my eyes on the darkness. I saw some gently pulsating shadows near the trees but nothing more.
The chirping and croaks were nowhere to be heard and I shivered.
“Come on kid, I ain’t got all night.”
I came to and trotted over to where Gus had stopped. “Sorry, I thought I saw…something.”
We continued onward, restocking the restrooms, went over baggage tagging and safe lifting procedures and the other mundane parts of preparing for the night’s departures and arrivals.
Finally, we wrapped up my first training session with perimeter checks.
Gus’ labored breathing alternated with his footfalls on the blacktop as we walked down the small runway.
“Every 3 hours you are going to be making this walk.” He gestured around. “You start over at the ATC tower and head out to the tree line, then follow that parallel to the tarmac until you pass the last of the landing lights and keep going until you hit the transmission shack. Don’t get distracted and go off following the transmission lines. Had a guy do that a year or two ago and it took us a week only to find his ass mumbling by the side of the road talking about the linemen – boy wasn’t right after that.”
He paused thoughtfully for a moment.
“Anywho, after the transmission shack you hook right following the shore of the river until you hit Eddie’s orchard then head back. You’ll pass his cornfield and follow that until you see the two terminal portables, then you check the parking lot and come back to the office to enter it all in the logbook. Just need to make sure there ain’t nothing out there that shouldn’t be.”
We continued walking in silence for a few minutes. “So what do I do if I find something? Are we looking for the Wilson boys or something? I thought they stopped causing trouble after you…”
“Well, you need to enter it in the logbook for one.”
“Bears? What do I do if it’s bears?”
He stopped. “Bears? What the hell are you rambling about? We don’t get bears this time of year. Oh, and be sure to bring your bear spray.”
“Even though there aren’t bears?”
“It’s under the counter next to the logbook.” He paused again. “If you see any wildlife, just take the truck out there and honk at it to get it away from the runway. Be sure to use your high beams, too. Very important. You see any people you get back to the office and call the Sheriff – don’t need to be a hero. You hear anything weird out there in the dark you leave it be, if it’s off property it’s not our problem.”
“Any questions?” he asked as we got back to the office.
A few.
“No, I’m good.”
“Great, Will’s in the control tower if anything comes up. No flights scheduled for tonight so it should be awfully quiet. Here’s the keys to the castle. Adios.”
He placed a massive key ring into my hand that had more keys than there were doors on the property and took off.
I sat down behind the counter, looked at the broken clock and sighed.
I was able to knock out the task list before midnight and had 6 more hours to kill before the end of my shift. There was no cell service, because of course not. I tried reading an old Town and Country magazine I found stashed under the desk and found most of the pages had been covered in circles and doodles by someone who must have been just as bored as I was on some unknown shift prior.
I decided to sweep up and clean the counters to keep myself busy and after I was done it was only 12:15.
I groaned.
The silence was oppressive. Outside the window was an empty, dark expanse with a slowly strobing series of red lights marking the flight line. I felt safer indoors but even then as I stared into the dark something felt off. If I turned my gaze from the windows I could see something out of the corner of my eyes. Branches swaying in the breeze.
There was no wind here.
12:34.
I pulled the logbook out from its shelf and placed it on the counter entering my start time, grabbed my flashlight and headed out into the frigid night.
The occasional whistling of the wind punctuated my footfalls. I passed red light posts every few yards on a never-ending runway. I kept walking for what felt like half an hour, losing count of the lights I’d passed. I turned back out of curiosity and still saw the slowly receding light of the air traffic control tower confirming that yes, all was well. After the runway ended I continued into the dark until coming to the boarded up transmission shack and the power lines that ran off into the forest.
I came the edge of the marsh and began following it. Minutes passed. I turned to get my bearings on the tower and found it’s lonely beacon, but I also noticed a void in the dark – not a blackness per-se, black is a color. No, it was a complete lack of color, a hole in existence out past the power lines. It was getting larger.
I picked up my pace.
I got to the orchard and looked back finding that the lights were out. All of them were out. And that thing in the forest was growing near.
I stood there and watched it for several minutes waiting for it to move. It didn’t.
I turned back now walking as fast as I could. After a dozen yards I stopped and turned around.
It was closer, I was sure of it. Much closer.
I turned and began to jog forgetting everything Gus had told me. It was gaining on me.
Now I was in a full-blown run down the flight line, glancing back every few moments, still unable to see it but sure it was there. The thing that had been watching me since I got here. The thing that drove a cold shock down my spine. This was it.
My legs pumped like pistons and the sting of cold air shot through my chest with each strained, gasping breath.
I passed the recently harvested cornfield, in which stood two perfectly still Deer judging me for my frantic escape.
It was gaining on me.
Finally I came to the portables. I slammed into the nearest door but it stood firm. I slammed my shoulder into it three more times and it didn’t budge. I remembered my key chain.
I pulled it out and started flipping through the keys. *too many keys*.
First key. No.
Second key. No.
Third key. No.
The fourth key worked, the tumbler clicked and I was in. Slamming the door back in place, I frantically locked it.
My hands were shaking and even though I was panting, I went to the window. The void cast long shadows across the field as it stood transfixed not on me, but on the deer.
“Shhhh” a man’s voice whispered from behind me.
“Oh SWEET JESUS FU-“ I screamed as a hand clamped down on my mouth.
“SHHH.” Sharper this time, commanding. “It’s me.” Will whispered, releasing his hand from my mouth.
“What..” I replied quietly as I turned to see him using his phone to maneuver the drone. “What’s going on? You scared the shit out of me. Nice to meet you by the way I’m..”
He smiled, “You gotta be more careful buddy, Didn’t Gus tell you not to go out into the woods?” Now that I could hear him clearly, his odd vowel pronunciation took me off guard. He’d fit right in, in Venice beach. Surfers. He sounded exactly like how I imagined California Surfers sounded. Very out of place for this part of the country. I shook the thought from my mind.
“I didn’t, I..”
He shushed me and pointed to the deer.
“Just…watch.”
I’d never seen deer stay still so long.
I strained my eyes to see. The shadows, tilled earth and wilted corn husks broke up the terrain making it hard to see what was hidden in plain sight. I’d see movement then have to dismiss it as wind kicking up gentle curtains of soil or the shifting of a shadow from the small movements in the night.
Slowly a thin sharp shadow moved, followed by another, then another. They moved in concert from that enormous void that had followed me.
The deer stood transfixed before it all happened at once.
A mixture of humanlike screams erupted as each of their bodies were slammed into the ground. Viscera painted the wind. In another moment the light went out and I heard Will sigh.
The wind whistled and died, but we could still hear it out there breathing heavily as it gorged itself. From where I stood I could only see a throbbing silhouette breaking the horizon as it went to work. A crisp snap rang out as it pulled limb by limb from the carcass. The throbbing of the shape slowed as a new sound arose. A contented hum made its presence felt through the rattling of the windows and doors and threatened to overwhelm my own beating heart.
The sound rose as the shape slowly moved closer.
“What do we..”
Will shushed me.
I jumped and stifled a scream as a wet, boneless appendage slammed against the window curiously. The doorknob rattled though this time not from the creatures’ purr but from it’s clumsy efforts to open the door and join us inside.
The ceiling creaked above us under a massive weight.
It groaned as if remembering something and suddenly began moving away back towards the trees. There were no footfalls, just the gently receding sound of a blissful purr.
When it finally entered the world beyond its movements melted into those of the swaying branches becoming indiscernible. The more I tried to focus on it the harder it was to recall its form or the impossibility I’d just witnessed.
Will smiled and patted me on the shoulder sadly, “Welcome to Murkintok.”
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Today was supposed to be different. I was sure of it. The start of something new. My only opportunity to move out of my little dead-end corner of Appalachia rested on me arriving for the night shift on time.
I sped over the rolling road in a panic. Dense old growth rushed past in a blur periodically broken by small plots of pasture, apple orchards and fields that a few months earlier were brimming with corn. Shadows danced out there in the dim moonlight and the closer I got to the airfield the more separated from the small outlying town I felt.
My steering wheel was cold and it vibrated wildly in rhythm with my heart. I tapped it impatiently.
The rusted hulk nearly left the road each time I crested a hillock. My suspension groaned under the salt spurred corrosion and strain.
I can get a new car if this all works out.
I nearly missed my turn. Fishtailing, I plodded off the main road onto an aptly named “Airport Drive”.
I came to a halt at the designated stall and turned the car off.
A minute to spare.
I looked out into the darkness beyond the parking area and a tingle ran down my spine. The shadows that were once dancing as I passed were still now and the air oppressive. My hands were tingled with cold yet brimmed with sweat. Before opening the door, I took a few deep breaths, flattened my hair, and made sure my uniform was sharp. Looking into my image in the rearview mirror I cleared my throat.
“Alright buddy. You’ve been drifting from service job to service job in this dying county for half a decade. Somethings got to change. *You’ve* got to change. You’ve got a daughter now, you can’t be out there chasing bar weasels and getting drunk every other night. It’s time to up your game. You aren’t the little boy who had to stand in the corner with his nose to the wall every time you messed up anymore. Now your choices matter for her life too. The pay and experience here are going to help springboard you off into something bigger and brighter. You can do this.”
My car door shrieked open causing the chirping and croaks in the forest around the airfield to briefly fall silent. The crunch of gravel followed me across the unpaved, unmarked parking spaces poorly illuminated by one lonely floodlight. I made my way to the entrance of the terminal and pulled open the door to the chime of an old brass bell.
“Oh, hey buddy.” He glanced at the clock. “You’re early.” Stepping into the room I saw Gus casually looking up from his crossword, bifocals resting on his fat, bright red nose.
“Yessir. I figured maybe if things weren’t too busy we could get started early. I’ve heard night shift can be a lot to take in.”
His brows furrowed and his mouth hung half open.
“Well….alright, I guess. But we’ll be easing you in. Just the basics for the first week.” He held up a finger, “Will and I are gonna rotate each night, until we know you’ve got the hang of it, then we’ll start giving you more responsibilities – if you’re up to it.”
We spent several hours on the night shift responsibilities for the airfield. Many of the duties weren’t too complicated. When we went to the control room at the base of the single tower overlooking the tarmac we flipped several very clearly marked switches turning the runway lights on and off. Then we walked over the several generators tucked away behind baggage claim to check their fuel and oil levels.
“Checking these emergency generators things each night seems a bit overkill, no?” I asked.
Gus smiled. “These aren’t for emergencies. This is our power. Yea, this past winter much to our surprise we found that some of the power poles came down. Some heavy rainfall right before the first snow turned the ground to soup and the just sort of…fell over.”
“They really shouldn’t do that.”
Gus shrugged. “Yea well, corners get cut all over the place. Damn things still aren’t back up, so here we are.”
As we walked back over to the portables for baggage claim and arrivals/departures. Another tingle ran down my spine. Instinctively I looked around and caught sight of something out in the dark. It was the feeling of being watched. I tried to focus my eyes on the darkness. I saw some gently pulsating shadows near the trees but nothing more.
The chirping and croaks were nowhere to be heard and I shivered.
“Come on kid, I ain’t got all night.”
I came to and trotted over to where Gus had stopped. “Sorry, I thought I saw…something.”
We continued onward, restocking the restrooms, went over baggage tagging and safe lifting procedures and the other mundane parts of preparing for the night’s departures and arrivals.
Finally, we wrapped up my first training session with perimeter checks.
Gus’ labored breathing alternated with his footfalls on the blacktop as we walked down the small runway.
“Every 3 hours you are going to be making this walk.” He gestured around. “You start over at the ATC tower and head out to the tree line, then follow that parallel to the tarmac until you pass the last of the landing lights and keep going until you hit the transmission shack. Don’t get distracted and go off following the transmission lines. Had a guy do that a year or two ago and it took us a week only to find his ass mumbling by the side of the road talking about the linemen – boy wasn’t right after that.”
He paused thoughtfully for a moment.
“Anywho, after the transmission shack you hook right following the shore of the river until you hit Eddie’s orchard then head back. You’ll pass his cornfield and follow that until you see the two terminal portables, then you check the parking lot and come back to the office to enter it all in the logbook. Just need to make sure there ain’t nothing out there that shouldn’t be.”
We continued walking in silence for a few minutes. “So what do I do if I find something? Are we looking for the Wilson boys or something? I thought they stopped causing trouble after you…”
“Well, you need to enter it in the logbook for one.”
“Bears? What do I do if it’s bears?”
He stopped. “Bears? What the hell are you rambling about? We don’t get bears this time of year. Oh, and be sure to bring your bear spray.”
“Even though there aren’t bears?”
“It’s under the counter next to the logbook.” He paused again. “If you see any wildlife, just take the truck out there and honk at it to get it away from the runway. Be sure to use your high beams, too. Very important. You see any people you get back to the office and call the Sheriff – don’t need to be a hero. You hear anything weird out there in the dark you leave it be, if it’s off property it’s not our problem.”
“Any questions?” he asked as we got back to the office.
A few.
“No, I’m good.”
“Great, Will’s in the control tower if anything comes up. No flights scheduled for tonight so it should be awfully quiet. Here’s the keys to the castle. Adios.”
He placed a massive key ring into my hand that had more keys than there were doors on the property and took off.
I sat down behind the counter, looked at the broken clock and sighed.
I was able to knock out the task list before midnight and had 6 more hours to kill before the end of my shift. There was no cell service, because of course not. I tried reading an old Town and Country magazine I found stashed under the desk and found most of the pages had been covered in circles and doodles by someone who must have been just as bored as I was on some unknown shift prior.
I decided to sweep up and clean the counters to keep myself busy and after I was done it was only 12:15.
I groaned.
The silence was oppressive. Outside the window was an empty, dark expanse with a slowly strobing series of red lights marking the flight line. I felt safer indoors but even then as I stared into the dark something felt off. If I turned my gaze from the windows I could see something out of the corner of my eyes. Branches swaying in the breeze.
There was no wind here.
12:34.
I pulled the logbook out from its shelf and placed it on the counter entering my start time, grabbed my flashlight and headed out into the frigid night.
The occasional whistling of the wind punctuated my footfalls. I passed red light posts every few yards on a never-ending runway. I kept walking for what felt like half an hour, losing count of the lights I’d passed. I turned back out of curiosity and still saw the slowly receding light of the air traffic control tower confirming that yes, all was well. After the runway ended I continued into the dark until coming to the boarded up transmission shack and the power lines that ran off into the forest.
I came the edge of the marsh and began following it. Minutes passed. I turned to get my bearings on the tower and found it’s lonely beacon, but I also noticed a void in the dark – not a blackness per-se, black is a color. No, it was a complete lack of color, a hole in existence out past the power lines. It was getting larger.
I picked up my pace.
I got to the orchard and looked back finding that the lights were out. All of them were out. And that thing in the forest was growing near.
I stood there and watched it for several minutes waiting for it to move. It didn’t.
I turned back now walking as fast as I could. After a dozen yards I stopped and turned around.
It was closer, I was sure of it. Much closer.
I turned and began to jog forgetting everything Gus had told me. It was gaining on me.
Now I was in a full-blown run down the flight line, glancing back every few moments, still unable to see it but sure it was there. The thing that had been watching me since I got here. The thing that drove a cold shock down my spine. This was it.
My legs pumped like pistons and the sting of cold air shot through my chest with each strained, gasping breath.
I passed the recently harvested cornfield, in which stood two perfectly still Deer judging me for my frantic escape.
It was gaining on me.
Finally I came to the portables. I slammed into the nearest door but it stood firm. I slammed my shoulder into it three more times and it didn’t budge. I remembered my key chain.
I pulled it out and started flipping through the keys. *too many keys*.
First key. No.
Second key. No.
Third key. No.
The fourth key worked, the tumbler clicked and I was in. Slamming the door back in place, I frantically locked it.
My hands were shaking and even though I was panting, I went to the window. The void cast long shadows across the field as it stood transfixed not on me, but on the deer.
“Shhhh” a man’s voice whispered from behind me.
“Oh SWEET JESUS FU-“ I screamed as a hand clamped down on my mouth.
“SHHH.” Sharper this time, commanding. “It’s me.” Will whispered, releasing his hand from my mouth.
“What..” I replied quietly as I turned to see him using his phone to maneuver the drone. “What’s going on? You scared the shit out of me. Nice to meet you by the way I’m..”
He smiled, “You gotta be more careful buddy, Didn’t Gus tell you not to go out into the woods?” Now that I could hear him clearly, his odd vowel pronunciation took me off guard. He’d fit right in, in Venice beach. Surfers. He sounded exactly like how I imagined California Surfers sounded. Very out of place for this part of the country. I shook the thought from my mind.
“I didn’t, I..”
He shushed me and pointed to the deer.
“Just…watch.”
I’d never seen deer stay still so long.
I strained my eyes to see. The shadows, tilled earth and wilted corn husks broke up the terrain making it hard to see what was hidden in plain sight. I’d see movement then have to dismiss it as wind kicking up gentle curtains of soil or the shifting of a shadow from the small movements in the night.
Slowly a thin sharp shadow moved, followed by another, then another. They moved in concert from that enormous void that had followed me.
The deer stood transfixed before it all happened at once.
A mixture of humanlike screams erupted as each of their bodies were slammed into the ground. Viscera painted the wind. In another moment the light went out and I heard Will sigh.
The wind whistled and died, but we could still hear it out there breathing heavily as it gorged itself. From where I stood I could only see a throbbing silhouette breaking the horizon as it went to work. A crisp snap rang out as it pulled limb by limb from the carcass. The throbbing of the shape slowed as a new sound arose. A contented hum made its presence felt through the rattling of the windows and doors and threatened to overwhelm my own beating heart.
The sound rose as the shape slowly moved closer.
“What do we..”
Will shushed me.
I jumped and stifled a scream as a wet, boneless appendage slammed against the window curiously. The doorknob rattled though this time not from the creatures’ purr but from it’s clumsy efforts to open the door and join us inside.
The ceiling creaked above us under a massive weight.
It groaned as if remembering something and suddenly began moving away back towards the trees. There were no footfalls, just the gently receding sound of a blissful purr.
When it finally entered the world beyond its movements melted into those of the swaying branches becoming indiscernible. The more I tried to focus on it the harder it was to recall its form or the impossibility I’d just witnessed.
Will smiled and patted me on the shoulder sadly, “Welcome to Murkintok.”
2023.06.04 05:04 oobanooba- Venlil Metal Ch.2 - We’re not all bad
well, we're back again. now with more characters! Enjoy.
Thanks, u/SpacePaladin15 for the universe And u/VeryUnluckyDice for implanting a tumor into my brain, go read his story 'Playing by ear' if you haven't already!
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Memory transcription subject: Anaw, Venlil citizen Date [standardized human time]: October 23, 2136
It was one of those brief moments when I was on my own. Just after I separated from my working herd but before I joined my familial herd. I bought some nice fruit salad from a place down the street. As I made my way to my way to the plaza I saw that musical duet was performing there. The duo was made up of a venlil and a Krakotl. And they were performing a popular pop song by some band, ‘I love you like the Herd’ by ‘The Sneeples’ I think? To be honest I wasn't too familiar with the current trends in music, I've always listened to what my mother listened to. Never gave it much thought really. I noticed how many people had stopped to listen to them play.
I want people to see me like that! It would be so cool! To be a star, to guide the herd instead of just following it? Wouldn’t that be spectacular? Or even impress Vemly…
I figure I should find a seat, realizing there isn’t any room in the plaza itself. I have to search Elsewhere.
I look round the corner to see… a human! I have never seen one in person before but here? the closest shelter is a city over. And they seem to be alone. Which seems unusual. They don't seem to notice me so that's good. My curiosity getting the better of me, I made my way to a seat where I could watch the predator without being noticed.
The human was holding their head in their hands, their gaze presumably cast down toward the concrete tiles of the plaza though I had no way to be sure thanks to the glossy black mask that covered their face. They didn't seem to be moving aside from one of their legs bouncing seemingly in time with the music.
My meal was almost finished when suddenly the predator rose from their seat and started walking towards the buskers. At their full height, they were quite tall, but maybe my shorter-than-average stature was to blame.
Their approach caused the gathered crowd to scatter most people. those that remained kept their distance. When the human arrived at the buskers' setup the krakotl singer faltered and forgot the lyrics. The human tilted their head at this and seemed to study them for a moment before pulling out their pad and touching it to the tip receiver before turning to leave.
If a predator can appreciate our music they can’t possibly be so bad right?
Someone must have called the exterminators because exterminator officer Ezin and two other officers arrived on the scene.
The exterminators showed up almost too quickly. usually, they’re really slow, like that time when-
The exterminators raised their flamethrowers toward the human
“Predator! You’re coming with me” Ezin yelled at the human.
The human raised their hands and was quickly restrained by the two officers, with the head exterminator turning to the crowd.
Ezin addressed the crowd
“Civilians! Thanks to my hard work the predator has been restrained and you are safe once more!”
It doesn't seem like the predator didn't do anything wrong… why are they being taken away?
My need to find out what is going on overriding all my better judgment I decided to follow the exterminators to the Deep Lake office.
But first I’m finishing my fruit salad.
Yummy yummy!
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I arrived at the exterminator's office and headed up to the front desk. There was a snowy white venlil at the counter.
“You here about the recent incident?” she droned, without even taking her eyes off her pad.
There has been an incident?
“No I'm just here about the human from the plaza” I responded
“Just saying yes would've wasted much less of my time sir” the venlil responded, only now seeming to have found the time to look up from her pad.
“Just wait here and someone will be with you in a moment” She pointed to the seats set up at the side of the room. They were all empty.
even I couldn’t find any more reason to talk to this person so I sat down at the end.
These chairs really aren't very comfortable… no matter, ill be through in a jiffy.
Maybe I’ll have a look at these pamphlets to pass some time.
I reach over to the stand picking out the first one available,
‘What to do If a predator moves into your apartment?’
No thanks, I've had enough stress already.
‘Top 10 signs that your human is actually plotting to eat you!’
In the future even the pamphlets are clickbait. Go back to writing bleat posts.
‘Rainbow socks to be banned in Deep Lake Area’
What are socks?
I spun the stand around and spotted a hand-drawn-looking pamphlet. My curiosity piqued I opened it up.
‘Exterminator Ezin for emperor’
The Venlil don't even have a president. How can you get a role that doesn't exist? And I'm pretty sure you won't become emperor by winning an election.
Anyway, what time is it? I feel like I’ve been waiting for more than a claw, I should really be home by now.
“Anaw, come on up” It was the senior exterminator Koll. I have seen him a couple times on the local news giving important announcements. If you've ever seen a buff venlil, you haven’t. Not until you have seen Koll. It's been said that he once fought an entire squadron of armors, bare-paw, on his own, and won. After which he retired to live a more peaceful life on venlil prime. Though that’s hard to believe, When I saw him in person, standing in Infront of me? I could believe it.
Koll asked me to give a brief rundown of the whole incident, a request which I had no trouble complying with.
After a moment of contemplation koll spoke “Well, That does it then, the incident was clearly bogus and the human will be free to go.”
Koll gestured for me to follow him. We walked down the hall and then to the cell where the human was being held.
The predator looked up at Koll and then at me. Prompting Koll to start inputting the code on the cell, Koll broke the silence.
“Well predator, looks like a witness showed up and your stories match, you're free to go, get out of here.”
The senior exterminator left the room, leaving me with the predator… alone.
The predator rose to their full height. Turning their head right at me.
I've actually never met a human before. What do I do? Are they plotting to eat me? Maybe I should've read that pamphlet.
“Hey, thanks.” the predator spoke softly. Their voice was bassy and smooth, not nearly as loud as I expected.
I thought predators were supposed to growl or be aggressive! They probably don't want to scare me. I'm still really afraid though. Is that rude? Am I a bad person for being afraid?
They continued in their soft inflection.
“I don't think Sargent Fluff for brains would've let me out any time soon, so seriously, thanks for the help”
Sargent fluff for brains? Are they talking about Exterminator Ezin?
I finally mustered up the courage to speak to the human
“n-no p-problem h-human”
The human lifted one hand to their mask, presumably where their chin would be. This gave me a chance to get a good look at them. The flesh of their paw, which I think they call hands, was a smooth pinkish-white, each finger being topped by a wide flat claw that was pink almost to the tip of their finger. Where they became white. Their glossy black mask covered their face entirely but left the back of their head exposed. the human had wavy yellow fur that reached all the way to their shoulders. They were wearing a thick top garment in navy blue, it had sleeves that reached all way to their wrists and had a hood that the human wasn't currently using. Their bottom garment was the same color but seemed to be made out of a rougher material.
The human stuck out their hand In what I recognized to be a greeting gesture.
“I’m Colton by the way. It's nice to meet you”
I placed my paw in their hand and they shook it up and down very gently as if they were unsure about the action themselves.
“I- I’m Anaw” my voice quivered
“It's nice to meet you, Anaw, though I have some belongings I have to collect”
Colton began walking to the front desk of the building. Curiosity once again won out over my need for sleep and I followed the human as they approached the desk. The white venlil was still there, and still seemed to be distracted by their pad, doom-scrolling Bleat probably. The attendant looks up from their pad and looks completely uninterested in the predator staring down at her. She looks back down making a clear effort to ignore the human.
“Can I get my guitar back now?” Colton asked the attendant.
“Confiscated weapons will be kept as evidence.” the attendant droned.
“My guitar is not a weapon! It's a musical instrument. It's personal, I need it.” pleaded Colton.
This finally made the lady look up from her pad with curiosity. Apparently thrown off by the human's response.
The human wants an instrument back? That means that this human must be a musician!
At that moment Exterminator Ezin stepped out of his office, Now that he was out of uniform the full mass of his grey was on display. He wore a bandage around one of his paws. Seems like his shift was over and was on his way out.
How do you even pack so much wool into an exterminator uniform?
The Exterminator must have been listening in on the conversation because he smirked almost predatorily.
Ezin spoke “Predator if you can somehow prove that primitive club isn't a weapon,”
Venom laced his tone, “Then you can have it back.”
The exterminator raised his bandaged hand toward the human.
“But I doubt you'll be able to.” Ezin gloated with the confidence of someone who knew they were untouchable.
Colton didn't give the exterminator the chance to goad them further and made for the exit. Shoving their clenched fists into their pockets.
If the human is a musician, then they must know a lot about music! Vemly is really into human culture, if I could learn all about human music or even learn to play some then she would definitely be impressed!
I followed Colton out of the exterminator's office and steeled my nerves. I have to ask them if they could show me some human music! And then I can ask them to teach me? Before I could change my mind I yelled out.
“Colton! Wait!”
The human stopped.
“C-can you show me?.. Your Human music?”
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Thanks, u/SpacePaladin15 for the universe And u/VeryUnluckyDice for implanting a tumor into my brain, go read his story 'Playing by ear' if you haven't already!
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Memory transcription subject: Anaw, Venlil citizen Date [standardized human time]: October 23, 2136
It was one of those brief moments when I was on my own. Just after I separated from my working herd but before I joined my familial herd. I bought some nice fruit salad from a place down the street. As I made my way to my way to the plaza I saw that musical duet was performing there. The duo was made up of a venlil and a Krakotl. And they were performing a popular pop song by some band, ‘I love you like the Herd’ by ‘The Sneeples’ I think? To be honest I wasn't too familiar with the current trends in music, I've always listened to what my mother listened to. Never gave it much thought really. I noticed how many people had stopped to listen to them play.
I want people to see me like that! It would be so cool! To be a star, to guide the herd instead of just following it? Wouldn’t that be spectacular? Or even impress Vemly…
I figure I should find a seat, realizing there isn’t any room in the plaza itself. I have to search Elsewhere.
I look round the corner to see… a human! I have never seen one in person before but here? the closest shelter is a city over. And they seem to be alone. Which seems unusual. They don't seem to notice me so that's good. My curiosity getting the better of me, I made my way to a seat where I could watch the predator without being noticed.
The human was holding their head in their hands, their gaze presumably cast down toward the concrete tiles of the plaza though I had no way to be sure thanks to the glossy black mask that covered their face. They didn't seem to be moving aside from one of their legs bouncing seemingly in time with the music.
My meal was almost finished when suddenly the predator rose from their seat and started walking towards the buskers. At their full height, they were quite tall, but maybe my shorter-than-average stature was to blame.
Their approach caused the gathered crowd to scatter most people. those that remained kept their distance. When the human arrived at the buskers' setup the krakotl singer faltered and forgot the lyrics. The human tilted their head at this and seemed to study them for a moment before pulling out their pad and touching it to the tip receiver before turning to leave.
If a predator can appreciate our music they can’t possibly be so bad right?
Someone must have called the exterminators because exterminator officer Ezin and two other officers arrived on the scene.
The exterminators showed up almost too quickly. usually, they’re really slow, like that time when-
The exterminators raised their flamethrowers toward the human
“Predator! You’re coming with me” Ezin yelled at the human.
The human raised their hands and was quickly restrained by the two officers, with the head exterminator turning to the crowd.
Ezin addressed the crowd
“Civilians! Thanks to my hard work the predator has been restrained and you are safe once more!”
It doesn't seem like the predator didn't do anything wrong… why are they being taken away?
My need to find out what is going on overriding all my better judgment I decided to follow the exterminators to the Deep Lake office.
But first I’m finishing my fruit salad.
Yummy yummy!
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I arrived at the exterminator's office and headed up to the front desk. There was a snowy white venlil at the counter.
“You here about the recent incident?” she droned, without even taking her eyes off her pad.
There has been an incident?
“No I'm just here about the human from the plaza” I responded
“Just saying yes would've wasted much less of my time sir” the venlil responded, only now seeming to have found the time to look up from her pad.
“Just wait here and someone will be with you in a moment” She pointed to the seats set up at the side of the room. They were all empty.
even I couldn’t find any more reason to talk to this person so I sat down at the end.
These chairs really aren't very comfortable… no matter, ill be through in a jiffy.
Maybe I’ll have a look at these pamphlets to pass some time.
I reach over to the stand picking out the first one available,
‘What to do If a predator moves into your apartment?’
No thanks, I've had enough stress already.
‘Top 10 signs that your human is actually plotting to eat you!’
In the future even the pamphlets are clickbait. Go back to writing bleat posts.
‘Rainbow socks to be banned in Deep Lake Area’
What are socks?
I spun the stand around and spotted a hand-drawn-looking pamphlet. My curiosity piqued I opened it up.
‘Exterminator Ezin for emperor’
The Venlil don't even have a president. How can you get a role that doesn't exist? And I'm pretty sure you won't become emperor by winning an election.
Anyway, what time is it? I feel like I’ve been waiting for more than a claw, I should really be home by now.
“Anaw, come on up” It was the senior exterminator Koll. I have seen him a couple times on the local news giving important announcements. If you've ever seen a buff venlil, you haven’t. Not until you have seen Koll. It's been said that he once fought an entire squadron of armors, bare-paw, on his own, and won. After which he retired to live a more peaceful life on venlil prime. Though that’s hard to believe, When I saw him in person, standing in Infront of me? I could believe it.
Koll asked me to give a brief rundown of the whole incident, a request which I had no trouble complying with.
After a moment of contemplation koll spoke “Well, That does it then, the incident was clearly bogus and the human will be free to go.”
Koll gestured for me to follow him. We walked down the hall and then to the cell where the human was being held.
The predator looked up at Koll and then at me. Prompting Koll to start inputting the code on the cell, Koll broke the silence.
“Well predator, looks like a witness showed up and your stories match, you're free to go, get out of here.”
The senior exterminator left the room, leaving me with the predator… alone.
The predator rose to their full height. Turning their head right at me.
I've actually never met a human before. What do I do? Are they plotting to eat me? Maybe I should've read that pamphlet.
“Hey, thanks.” the predator spoke softly. Their voice was bassy and smooth, not nearly as loud as I expected.
I thought predators were supposed to growl or be aggressive! They probably don't want to scare me. I'm still really afraid though. Is that rude? Am I a bad person for being afraid?
They continued in their soft inflection.
“I don't think Sargent Fluff for brains would've let me out any time soon, so seriously, thanks for the help”
Sargent fluff for brains? Are they talking about Exterminator Ezin?
I finally mustered up the courage to speak to the human
“n-no p-problem h-human”
The human lifted one hand to their mask, presumably where their chin would be. This gave me a chance to get a good look at them. The flesh of their paw, which I think they call hands, was a smooth pinkish-white, each finger being topped by a wide flat claw that was pink almost to the tip of their finger. Where they became white. Their glossy black mask covered their face entirely but left the back of their head exposed. the human had wavy yellow fur that reached all the way to their shoulders. They were wearing a thick top garment in navy blue, it had sleeves that reached all way to their wrists and had a hood that the human wasn't currently using. Their bottom garment was the same color but seemed to be made out of a rougher material.
The human stuck out their hand In what I recognized to be a greeting gesture.
“I’m Colton by the way. It's nice to meet you”
I placed my paw in their hand and they shook it up and down very gently as if they were unsure about the action themselves.
“I- I’m Anaw” my voice quivered
“It's nice to meet you, Anaw, though I have some belongings I have to collect”
Colton began walking to the front desk of the building. Curiosity once again won out over my need for sleep and I followed the human as they approached the desk. The white venlil was still there, and still seemed to be distracted by their pad, doom-scrolling Bleat probably. The attendant looks up from their pad and looks completely uninterested in the predator staring down at her. She looks back down making a clear effort to ignore the human.
“Can I get my guitar back now?” Colton asked the attendant.
“Confiscated weapons will be kept as evidence.” the attendant droned.
“My guitar is not a weapon! It's a musical instrument. It's personal, I need it.” pleaded Colton.
This finally made the lady look up from her pad with curiosity. Apparently thrown off by the human's response.
The human wants an instrument back? That means that this human must be a musician!
At that moment Exterminator Ezin stepped out of his office, Now that he was out of uniform the full mass of his grey was on display. He wore a bandage around one of his paws. Seems like his shift was over and was on his way out.
How do you even pack so much wool into an exterminator uniform?
The Exterminator must have been listening in on the conversation because he smirked almost predatorily.
Ezin spoke “Predator if you can somehow prove that primitive club isn't a weapon,”
Venom laced his tone, “Then you can have it back.”
The exterminator raised his bandaged hand toward the human.
“But I doubt you'll be able to.” Ezin gloated with the confidence of someone who knew they were untouchable.
Colton didn't give the exterminator the chance to goad them further and made for the exit. Shoving their clenched fists into their pockets.
If the human is a musician, then they must know a lot about music! Vemly is really into human culture, if I could learn all about human music or even learn to play some then she would definitely be impressed!
I followed Colton out of the exterminator's office and steeled my nerves. I have to ask them if they could show me some human music! And then I can ask them to teach me? Before I could change my mind I yelled out.
“Colton! Wait!”
The human stopped.
“C-can you show me?.. Your Human music?”
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2023.06.04 05:04 Juanox78 [WTS] 👍👍"📍Mercadillo Store📍"👍👍 ▶️ UPGRADES 👉 Cutlass Black to C1 Spirit $14 Cons Andromeda to Corsair $14 Andromeda to 400i $14 Andromeda TO Ares Ion/inferno $14 Andromeda to Mercury $25 Mole TO Redeemer $14 Mole to Caterpillar $19 ▶️ many more UPGRADES & SHIPS inside!
Jun 3/4 2023
👍👍 👋 Welcome citizens, come and take a look at the items I have to offer and feel free to send me a PM if you have any questions before buying.
About me:
RSI: Juannox - Discord: Juannox#3193
- I don't use second hand credits and I don't purshase accounts, all the items I sell are directly from my account from my own funds, so there is no risk on my side.
🌎🌍🌏 I'am accepting US$ and EU€ from anywhere in the world using paypal or Cryptocurrencies: BTC, ETH, LTC, USDT, BUSDT etc.
my local time is GMT -5
⬇️ STANDALONE SHIPS ⬇️
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⬇️☀️ UPGRADES ☀️⬇️
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⬇️☀️ SOME ITEMS AND PAINTS ☀️⬇️
HOW TO BUY:
Important: I don't do middleman services, my Discord is Juannox#3193, I do not do trades or anything in discord, avoid trades with any name other than that, please read THIS
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👍👍 👋 Welcome citizens, come and take a look at the items I have to offer and feel free to send me a PM if you have any questions before buying.
About me:
RSI: Juannox - Discord: Juannox#3193
- I'm a backer since Jan-2015, I'm an active user in the comunity, you can check my profile here, my goal is to bring all items to you at best possible prices from me, all funds will be used to support the proyect again,
- More than 3000 real trades in this subreddit without any problem.
- I don't use second hand credits and I don't purshase accounts, all the items I sell are directly from my account from my own funds, so there is no risk on my side.
🌎🌍🌏 I'am accepting US$ and EU€ from anywhere in the world using paypal or Cryptocurrencies: BTC, ETH, LTC, USDT, BUSDT etc.
my local time is GMT -5
- Listed prices includes paypal fees.
- Verified paypal users only
- Confirmed RSI account only, (check HERE on how to)
- Items over $35 only to buyers with some reddit history (crypto has no limits)
- Check instructions on "how to buy" at the end of this post.
⬇️ STANDALONE SHIPS ⬇️
| SHIP | Insurance - Attributes | Price | Availability |
|---|---|---|---|
| SPARTAN | OC - LTI | $90 | ✔️ YES |
| NOMAD | OC - LTI | $90 | ✔️ YES |
| HOVERQUAD | OC - LTI | $55 | ✔️ YES |
| STV | OC - LTI | $65 | ✔️ YES |
| CUTTER | OC - LTI | $70 | ✔️ YES |
| SCORPIUS | CCU'ed - LTI | $200 | ✔️ YES |
| CORSAIR | CCU'ed - LTI | $200 | ✔️ YES |
| MERCURY BIS 2952 | CCU'ed - LTI | $220 | ✔️ YES |
| CARRACK | CCU'ed - LTI | $410 | ✔️ YES |
| GLAIVE | CCU'ed - LTI | $320 | ✔️ YES |
| RECLAIMER | CCU'ed - LTI | $310 | ✔️ YES |
| C2 HERCULES | CCU'ed - LTI | $340 | ✔️ YES |
| 600i EXPLORER | CCU'ed - LTI | $360 | ✔️ YES |
| HAMMERHEAD | CCU'ed - LTI | $440 | ✔️ YES |
| POLARIS | CCU'ed - LTI | $465 | ✔️ YES |
⬇️☀️ UPGRADES ☀️⬇️
| FROM | 📌 | TO 👇 | Price | Availability |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Aurora MR | ➡️ | MPUV C | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Mustang Alpha | ➡️ | MPUV C | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Aurora MR | ➡️ | P-72 Archimedes | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| HoverQuad | ➡️ | P-72 Archimedes | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Mustang Alpha | ➡️ | P-72 Archimedes | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Aurora MR | ➡️ | Ranger CV | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| HoverQuad | ➡️ | Ranger CV | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Mustang Alpha | ➡️ | Ranger CV | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Aurora MR | ➡️ | Ranger RC | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| HoverQuad | ➡️ | Ranger RC | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Mustang Alpha | ➡️ | Ranger RC | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| P-72 Archimedes | ➡️ | P-72 Archimedes Emerald | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Aurora LX | ➡️ | Ranger TR | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| P-72 Archimedes | ➡️ | Ranger TR | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Ranger CV | ➡️ | Ranger TR | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Dragonfly Black | ➡️ | Nox | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Dragonfly Black | ➡️ | X1 Velocity | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Dragonfly Yellowjacket | ➡️ | X1 Velocity | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Mustang Beta | ➡️ | X1 Velocity | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Aurora CL | ➡️ | X1 Force | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| 100i | ➡️ | Fury | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Ursa | ➡️ | Fury | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| 100i | ➡️ | Fury MX | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Ursa | ➡️ | Fury MX | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Ursa | ➡️ | Ursa Fortuna | $19 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Cyclone | ➡️ | Cyclone RC | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| 125a | ➡️ | Cyclone RC | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| 300i | ➡️ | Cyclone RC | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Avenger Stalker | ➡️ | Cyclone RC | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Cyclone | ➡️ | Cyclone RN | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| 300i | ➡️ | Cyclone RN | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Avenger Stalker | ➡️ | Cyclone RN | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Ursa Rover | ➡️ | Cyclone TR | $19 | 🔥 Last one! |
| Cyclone | ➡️ | Cyclone TR | $14 | 🔥 2 Left! |
| 300i | ➡️ | Cyclone TR | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Avenger Stalker | ➡️ | Cyclone TR | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Avenger Stalker | ➡️ | G12a | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Ursa Rover | ➡️ | Mustang Delta | $19 | 🔥 Last one! |
| Cyclone | ➡️ | Mustang Delta | $14 | 🔥 2 Left! |
| Mustang Gamma | ➡️ | Mustang Delta | $14 | 🔥 2 Left! |
| Avenger Stalker | ➡️ | Mustang Delta | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| 325a | ➡️ | Avenger Titan Renegade | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| 325a | ➡️ | Cyclone MT | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| 325a | ➡️ | Reliant Tana | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Cyclone | ➡️ | Cyclone AA | $30 | 🔥 Last one! |
| 325a | ➡️ | Cyclone AA | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Arrow | ➡️ | Cyclone AA | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| 300i | ➡️ | Spartan | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| G12 | ➡️ | Spartan | $25 | 🔥 Last one! |
| G12r | ➡️ | Spartan | $25 | 🔥 Last one! |
| Arrow | ➡️ | Spartan | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Nomad | ➡️ | Avenger Warlock | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Arrow | ➡️ | Herald | $14 | 🔥 2 Left! |
| Nomad | ➡️ | Herald | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Arrow | ➡️ | Reliant Sen | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Nomad | ➡️ | Reliant Sen | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Spartan | ➡️ | Reliant Sen | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Cyclone AA | ➡️ | Reliant Mako | $19 | ✔️ YES |
| Gladius | ➡️ | Reliant Mako | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Cyclone AA | ➡️ | Hawk | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| Gladius | ➡️ | Hawk | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Herald | ➡️ | M50 | $19 | 🔥 Last one! |
| Reliant Sen | ➡️ | M50 | $19 | ✔️ YES |
| Gladius | ➡️ | M50 | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Hull A | ➡️ | M50 | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Reliant Mako | ➡️ | M50 | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Cutlass Black | ➡️ | Buccaneer | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Gladius | ➡️ | Buccaneer | $25 | 🔥 2 Left! |
| Hawk | ➡️ | Buccaneer | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Cutlass Black | ➡️ | C1 Spirit | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Hawk | ➡️ | C1 Spirit | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| M50 | ➡️ | C1 Spirit | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Gladius | ➡️ | Talon | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Reliant Mako | ➡️ | Talon | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Arrow | ➡️ | Talon Shrike | $46 | ✔️ YES |
| Gladius | ➡️ | Talon Shrike | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Reliant Mako | ➡️ | Talon Shrike | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| C1 Spirit | ➡️ | Legionnaire | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Freelancer | ➡️ | Legionnaire | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Talon | ➡️ | Legionnaire | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Talon Shrike | ➡️ | Legionnaire | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| M50 | ➡️ | Nova | $25 | 🔥 2 Left! |
| Cutlass Black | ➡️ | Nova | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| Freelancer | ➡️ | Nova | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| F7C Hornet | ➡️ | 350r | $19 | ✔️ YES |
| Freelancer | ➡️ | 350r | $19 | ✔️ YES |
| Talon | ➡️ | 350r | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Talon Shrike | ➡️ | 350r | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Legionnaire | ➡️ | 350r | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Nova | ➡️ | 350r | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| F7C Hornet | ➡️ | Cutlass Red | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Freelancer | ➡️ | Cutlass Red | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| F7C-S Hornet Ghost | ➡️ | Cutlass Red | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Cyclone AA | ➡️ | Hull B | $67 | ✔️ YES |
| Reliant Sen | ➡️ | Hull B | $62 | ✔️ YES |
| Cutlass Red | ➡️ | Hull B | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Freelancer DUR | ➡️ | Hull B | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| F7C-R Hornet Tracker | ➡️ | Razor | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Hull B | ➡️ | Razor | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Ballista | ➡️ | E1 Spirit | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| F7C-R Hornet Tracker | ➡️ | E1 Spirit | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Razor | ➡️ | E1 Spirit | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| F7C-R Hornet Tracker | ➡️ | Expanse | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| F7C-R Hornet Tracker | ➡️ | Razor LX | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Razor | ➡️ | Razor LX | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| F7C-R Hornet Tracker | ➡️ | Retaliator | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Razor | ➡️ | Retaliator | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Freelancer DUR | ➡️ | SRV | $19 | ✔️ YES |
| F7C-R Hornet Tracker | ➡️ | SRV | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Razor | ➡️ | SRV | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Razor | ➡️ | Razor EX | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Freelancer MAX | ➡️ | Razor EX | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Mantis | ➡️ | Razor EX | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Razor LX | ➡️ | Razor EX | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Prospector | ➡️ | Gladiator | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Hull B | ➡️ | Khartu-Al | $35 | ✔️ YES |
| Prospector | ➡️ | Khartu-Al | $19 | ✔️ YES |
| Gladiator | ➡️ | Khartu-Al | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Freelancer MAX | ➡️ | Sabre | $25 | 🔥 2 Left! |
| Razor LX | ➡️ | Sabre | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| Prospector | ➡️ | Sabre | $19 | ✔️ YES |
| Razor EX | ➡️ | Sabre | $19 | ✔️ YES |
| Gladiator | ➡️ | Sabre | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Prospector | ➡️ | A1 Spirit | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| Gladiator | ➡️ | A1 Spirit | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Khartu-Al | ➡️ | A1 Spirit | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Sabre | ➡️ | A1 Spirit | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Cutlass Red | ➡️ | Cutlass Blue | $46 | ✔️ YES |
| Prospector | ➡️ | Cutlass Blue | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| Sabre | ➡️ | Cutlass Blue | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Prospector | ➡️ | F7C Hornet Wildfire | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| Razor EX | ➡️ | F7C Hornet Wildfire | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| Gladiator | ➡️ | F7C Hornet Wildfire | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Khartu-Al | ➡️ | F7C Hornet Wildfire | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Sabre | ➡️ | F7C Hornet Wildfire | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| E1 Spirit | ➡️ | Freelancer MIS | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Prospector | ➡️ | Freelancer MIS | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| Razor EX | ➡️ | Freelancer MIS | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| Gladiator | ➡️ | Freelancer MIS | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Khartu-Al | ➡️ | Freelancer MIS | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Sabre | ➡️ | Freelancer MIS | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| F7C Hornet | ➡️ | Vulture | $72 | 🔥 Last one! |
| Freelancer | ➡️ | Vulture | $72 | 🔥 Last one! |
| Nova | ➡️ | Vulture | $62 | ✔️ YES |
| 350r | ➡️ | Vulture | $56 | ✔️ YES |
| F7C-S Hornet Ghost | ➡️ | Vulture | $56 | ✔️ YES |
| Cutlass Red | ➡️ | Vulture | $46 | ✔️ YES |
| Razor | ➡️ | Vulture | $35 | ✔️ YES |
| Prospector | ➡️ | Vulture | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| Razor EX | ➡️ | Vulture | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| Gladiator | ➡️ | Vulture | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Khartu-Al | ➡️ | Vulture | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Sabre | ➡️ | Vulture | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Cutlass Red | ➡️ | F7C-M Super Hornet | $51 | 🔥 2 Left! |
| Prospector | ➡️ | F7C-M Super Hornet | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Razor EX | ➡️ | F7C-M Super Hornet | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Gladiator | ➡️ | F7C-M Super Hornet | $19 | ✔️ YES |
| Khartu-Al | ➡️ | F7C-M Super Hornet | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Sabre | ➡️ | F7C-M Super Hornet | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| A1 Spirit | ➡️ | F7C-M Super Hornet | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Cutlass Blue | ➡️ | F7C-M Super Hornet | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| F7C Hornet Wildfire | ➡️ | F7C-M Super Hornet | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Freelancer MIS | ➡️ | F7C-M Super Hornet | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Vulture | ➡️ | F7C-M Super Hornet | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Prospector | ➡️ | Sabre Comet | $35 | ✔️ YES |
| Vulture | ➡️ | Sabre Comet | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| F7C-M Super Hornet | ➡️ | Sabre Comet | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Prospector | ➡️ | F7C-M Super Hornet Heartseeker | $46 | ✔️ YES |
| Sabre | ➡️ | F7C-M Super Hornet Heartseeker | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Freelancer MIS | ➡️ | F7C-M Super Hornet Heartseeker | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| F7C-M Super Hornet | ➡️ | F7C-M Super Hornet Heartseeker | $19 | ✔️ YES |
| Sabre Comet | ➡️ | F7C-M Super Hornet Heartseeker | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Constellation Taurus | ➡️ | F7C-M Super Hornet Heartseeker | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Cutlass Blue | ➡️ | Vulcan | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Freelancer MIS | ➡️ | Vulcan | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Constellation Taurus | ➡️ | Vulcan | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| F7C-M Super Hornet Heartseeker | ➡️ | Vulcan | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Prospector | ➡️ | Hurricane | $62 | ✔️ YES |
| Sabre | ➡️ | Hurricane | $46 | ✔️ YES |
| Cutlass Blue | ➡️ | Hurricane | $40 | ✔️ YES |
| F7C-M Super Hornet | ➡️ | Hurricane | $35 | ✔️ YES |
| Constellation Taurus | ➡️ | Hurricane | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| F7C-M Super Hornet Heartseeker | ➡️ | Hurricane | $19 | ✔️ YES |
| Vulcan | ➡️ | Hurricane | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Prospector | ➡️ | Defender | $72 | ✔️ YES |
| Khartu-Al | ➡️ | Defender | $56 | ✔️ YES |
| Sabre | ➡️ | Defender | $56 | ✔️ YES |
| Cutlass Blue | ➡️ | Defender | $51 | ✔️ YES |
| Freelancer MIS | ➡️ | Defender | $51 | ✔️ YES |
| F7C-M Super Hornet | ➡️ | Defender | $46 | ✔️ YES |
| Sabre Comet | ➡️ | Defender | $40 | ✔️ YES |
| Constellation Taurus | ➡️ | Defender | $35 | ✔️ YES |
| F7C-M Super Hornet Heartseeker | ➡️ | Defender | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Vulcan | ➡️ | Defender | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| Hurricane | ➡️ | Defender | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Constellation Taurus | ➡️ | San'tok.yāi | $35 | 🔥 2 Left! |
| Hurricane | ➡️ | San'tok.yāi | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Freelancer MIS | ➡️ | Terrapin | $51 | ✔️ YES |
| Constellation Taurus | ➡️ | Terrapin | $35 | ✔️ YES |
| F7C-M Super Hornet Heartseeker | ➡️ | Terrapin | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Vulcan | ➡️ | Terrapin | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| Hurricane | ➡️ | Terrapin | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Prospector | ➡️ | Railen | $77 | ✔️ YES |
| Constellation Taurus | ➡️ | Railen | $40 | ✔️ YES |
| Vulcan | ➡️ | Railen | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Defender | ➡️ | Railen | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| San'tok.yāi | ➡️ | Railen | $9 | 🔥 Last one! |
| Terrapin | ➡️ | Railen | $9 | 🔥 Last one! |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Constellation Taurus | ➡️ | Scorpius Antares | $46 | ✔️ YES |
| F7C-M Super Hornet Heartseeker | ➡️ | Scorpius Antares | $40 | ✔️ YES |
| Hurricane | ➡️ | Scorpius Antares | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| Defender | ➡️ | Scorpius Antares | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| San'tok.yāi | ➡️ | Scorpius Antares | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Terrapin | ➡️ | Scorpius Antares | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Railen | ➡️ | Scorpius Antares | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Constellation Taurus | ➡️ | Cutlass Steel | $51 | ✔️ YES |
| Hurricane | ➡️ | Cutlass Steel | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Defender | ➡️ | Cutlass Steel | $19 | 🔥 Last one! |
| Terrapin | ➡️ | Cutlass Steel | $19 | ✔️ YES |
| Scorpius Antares | ➡️ | Cutlass Steel | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Prospector | ➡️ | Scorpius | $93 | ✔️ YES |
| Sabre | ➡️ | Scorpius | $77 | ✔️ YES |
| Freelancer MIS | ➡️ | Scorpius | $72 | ✔️ YES |
| F7C-M Super Hornet | ➡️ | Scorpius | $67 | ✔️ YES |
| Sabre Comet | ➡️ | Scorpius | $62 | 🔥 2 Left! |
| Constellation Taurus | ➡️ | Scorpius | $56 | ✔️ YES |
| F7C-M Super Hornet Heartseeker | ➡️ | Scorpius | $51 | ✔️ YES |
| Hurricane | ➡️ | Scorpius | $35 | ✔️ YES |
| Defender | ➡️ | Scorpius | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| San'tok.yāi | ➡️ | Scorpius | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| Terrapin | ➡️ | Scorpius | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| Scorpius Antares | ➡️ | Scorpius | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Cutlass Steel | ➡️ | Scorpius | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Vanguard Hoplite | ➡️ | Scorpius | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Constellation Taurus | ➡️ | Vanguard Hoplite | $51 | ✔️ YES |
| Defender | ➡️ | Vanguard Hoplite | $19 | ✔️ YES |
| Railen | ➡️ | Vanguard Hoplite | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Scorpius Antares | ➡️ | Vanguard Hoplite | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Constellation Taurus | ➡️ | 400i | $67 | ✔️ YES |
| Terrapin | ➡️ | 400i | $35 | ✔️ YES |
| Constellation Andromeda | ➡️ | 400i | $14 | 🔥 Last one! |
| Scorpius | ➡️ | 400i | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Vanguard Hoplite | ➡️ | 400i | $19 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Prospector | ➡️ | Apollo Triage | $104 | ✔️ YES |
| Vulcan | ➡️ | Apollo Triage | $56 | ✔️ YES |
| Defender | ➡️ | Apollo Triage | $35 | 🔥 2 Left! |
| Terrapin | ➡️ | Apollo Triage | $35 | ✔️ YES |
| Constellation Andromeda | ➡️ | Apollo Triage | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Scorpius | ➡️ | Apollo Triage | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Vanguard Hoplite | Apollo Triage | $19 | ✔️ YES | |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Prospector | ➡️ | Ares Inferno | $104 | ✔️ YES |
| Sabre | ➡️ | Ares Inferno | $88 | ✔️ YES |
| Freelancer MIS | ➡️ | Ares Inferno | $83 | ✔️ YES |
| F7C-M Super Hornet | ➡️ | Ares Inferno | $77 | ✔️ YES |
| Sabre Comet | ➡️ | Ares Inferno | $72 | ✔️ YES |
| Constellation Taurus | ➡️ | Ares Inferno | $67 | ✔️ YES |
| F7C-M Super Hornet Heartseeker | ➡️ | Ares Inferno | $62 | ✔️ YES |
| Vulcan | ➡️ | Ares Inferno | $56 | ✔️ YES |
| Constellation Andromeda | ➡️ | Ares Inferno | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Scorpius | ➡️ | Ares Inferno | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Prospector | ➡️ | Ares Ion | $104 | ✔️ YES |
| Sabre | ➡️ | Ares Ion | $88 | ✔️ YES |
| Freelancer MIS | ➡️ | Ares Ion | $83 | ✔️ YES |
| F7C-M Super Hornet | ➡️ | Ares Ion | $77 | ✔️ YES |
| Sabre Comet | ➡️ | Ares Ion | $72 | ✔️ YES |
| Constellation Taurus | ➡️ | Ares Ion | $67 | ✔️ YES |
| F7C-M Super Hornet Heartseeker | ➡️ | Ares Ion | $62 | ✔️ YES |
| Vulcan | ➡️ | Ares Ion | $56 | ✔️ YES |
| Constellation Andromeda | ➡️ | Ares Ion | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Scorpius | ➡️ | Ares Ion | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Freelancer MIS | ➡️ | Corsair | $83 | 🔥 Last one! |
| Sabre Comet | ➡️ | Corsair | $72 | 🔥 Last one! |
| F7C-M Super Hornet Heartseeker | ➡️ | Corsair | $62 | 🔥 Last one! |
| Defender | ➡️ | Corsair | $35 | ✔️ YES |
| Terrapin | ➡️ | Corsair | $35 | ✔️ YES |
| Constellation Andromeda | ➡️ | Corsair | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Scorpius | ➡️ | Corsair | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Sabre | ➡️ | Mercury | $99 | ✔️ YES |
| Vulture | ➡️ | Mercury | $93 | ✔️ YES |
| Sabre Comet | ➡️ | Mercury | $83 | ✔️ YES |
| F7C-M Super Hornet Heartseeker | ➡️ | Mercury | $72 | ✔️ YES |
| Hurricane | ➡️ | Mercury | $56 | 🔥 2 Left! |
| Terrapin | ➡️ | Mercury | $46 | ✔️ YES |
| Cutlass Steel | ➡️ | Mercury | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Constellation Andromeda | ➡️ | Mercury | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| Scorpius | ➡️ | Mercury | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| Vanguard Hoplite | ➡️ | Mercury | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| 400i | ➡️ | Mercury | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Ares Inferno | ➡️ | Mercury | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Ares Ion | ➡️ | Mercury | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Corsair | ➡️ | Mercury | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Terrapin | ➡️ | Vanguard Warden | $46 | ✔️ YES |
| Vanguard Hoplite | ➡️ | Vanguard Warden | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Constellation Andromeda | ➡️ | Vanguard Warden | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| Scorpius | ➡️ | Vanguard Warden | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| 400i | ➡️ | Vanguard Warden | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Apollo Triage | ➡️ | Vanguard Warden | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Ares Inferno | ➡️ | Vanguard Warden | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Ares Ion | ➡️ | Vanguard Warden | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Corsair | ➡️ | Vanguard Warden | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Vulcan | ➡️ | Apollo Medivac | $83 | ✔️ YES |
| Terrapin | ➡️ | Apollo Medivac | $62 | 🔥 Last one! |
| Constellation Andromeda | ➡️ | Apollo Medivac | $40 | ✔️ YES |
| 400i | ➡️ | Apollo Medivac | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Apollo Triage | ➡️ | Apollo Medivac | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Corsair | ➡️ | Apollo Medivac | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Mercury | ➡️ | Apollo Medivac | $19 | ✔️ YES |
| Vanguard Warden | ➡️ | Apollo Medivac | $19 | ✔️ YES |
| Vanguard Sentinel | ➡️ | Apollo Medivac | $3 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Constellation Andromeda | ➡️ | Blade | $40 | ✔️ YES |
| Vanguard Warden | ➡️ | Blade | $19 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Constellation Andromeda | ➡️ | Retaliator Bomber | $40 | ✔️ YES |
| Scorpius | ➡️ | Retaliator Bomber | $40 | 🔥 2 Left! |
| 400i | ➡️ | Retaliator Bomber | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Ares Inferno | ➡️ | Retaliator Bomber | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Ares Ion | ➡️ | Retaliator Bomber | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Corsair | ➡️ | Retaliator Bomber | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Mercury | ➡️ | Retaliator Bomber | $19 | ✔️ YES |
| Vanguard Warden | ➡️ | Retaliator Bomber | $19 | ✔️ YES |
| Vanguard Sentinel | ➡️ | Retaliator Bomber | $3 | 🔥 Last one! |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Constellation Andromeda | ➡️ | Vanguard Sentinel | $40 | ✔️ YES |
| 400i | ➡️ | Vanguard Sentinel | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Ares Ion | ➡️ | Vanguard Sentinel | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Corsair | ➡️ | Vanguard Sentinel | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Mercury | ➡️ | Vanguard Sentinel | $19 | ✔️ YES |
| Vanguard Warden | ➡️ | Vanguard Sentinel | $19 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Constellation Andromeda | ➡️ | Vanguard Harbinger | $56 | ✔️ YES |
| Mercury | ➡️ | Vanguard Harbinger | $35 | ✔️ YES |
| Vanguard Warden | ➡️ | Vanguard Harbinger | $35 | ✔️ YES |
| Retaliator Bomber | ➡️ | Vanguard Harbinger | $19 | ✔️ YES |
| Vanguard Sentinel | ➡️ | Vanguard Harbinger | $19 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Constellation Andromeda | ➡️ | Eclipse | $67 | ✔️ YES |
| Mercury | ➡️ | Eclipse | $46 | ✔️ YES |
| Vanguard Warden | ➡️ | Eclipse | $46 | 🔥 2 Left! |
| Retaliator Bomber | ➡️ | Eclipse | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Vanguard Sentinel | ➡️ | Eclipse | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Vanguard Harbinger | ➡️ | Eclipse | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Constellation Andromeda | ➡️ | Starfarer | $67 | 🔥 2 Left! |
| Mercury | ➡️ | Starfarer | $46 | ✔️ YES |
| Vanguard Harbinger | ➡️ | Starfarer | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Vanguard Hoplite | ➡️ | Redeemer | $99 | 🔥 Last one! |
| Mercury | ➡️ | Redeemer | $72 | ✔️ YES |
| Vanguard Warden | ➡️ | Redeemer | $72 | ✔️ YES |
| MOLE | ➡️ | Redeemer | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Constellation Andromeda | ➡️ | Caterpillar | $99 | ✔️ YES |
| 400i | ➡️ | Caterpillar | $88 | ✔️ YES |
| Mercury | ➡️ | Caterpillar | $77 | ✔️ YES |
| Vanguard Warden | ➡️ | Caterpillar | $77 | ✔️ YES |
| Retaliator Bomber | ➡️ | Caterpillar | $62 | ✔️ YES |
| Vanguard Sentinel | ➡️ | Caterpillar | $62 | ✔️ YES |
| Vanguard Harbinger | ➡️ | Caterpillar | $46 | ✔️ YES |
| MOLE | ➡️ | Caterpillar | $19 | ✔️ YES |
| Redeemer | ➡️ | Caterpillar | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Constellation Aquila | ➡️ | Starfarer Gemini | $35 | ✔️ YES |
| MOLE | ➡️ | Starfarer Gemini | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Redeemer | ➡️ | Starfarer Gemini | $19 | ✔️ YES |
| Caterpillar | ➡️ | Starfarer Gemini | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| MOLE | ➡️ | Crucible | $40 | ✔️ YES |
| Caterpillar | ➡️ | Crucible | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| Starfarer Gemini | ➡️ | Crucible | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| MOLE | ➡️ | Endeavor | $40 | ✔️ YES |
| Redeemer | ➡️ | Endeavor | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Caterpillar | ➡️ | Endeavor | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| Starfarer Gemini | ➡️ | Endeavor | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Starfarer Gemini | ➡️ | Glaive | $35 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Constellation Andromeda | ➡️ | Hull C | $120 | 🔥 2 Left! |
| Vanguard Hoplite | ➡️ | Hull C | $125 | ✔️ YES |
| Mercury | ➡️ | Hull C | $99 | ✔️ YES |
| MOLE | ➡️ | Hull C | $40 | ✔️ YES |
| Caterpillar | ➡️ | Hull C | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| Starfarer Gemini | ➡️ | Hull C | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Vanguard Harbinger | ➡️ | Valkyrie | $93 | ✔️ YES |
| Constellation Aquila | ➡️ | Valkyrie | $72 | ✔️ YES |
| MOLE | ➡️ | Valkyrie | $67 | ✔️ YES |
| Redeemer | ➡️ | Valkyrie | $56 | ✔️ YES |
| Caterpillar | ➡️ | Valkyrie | $51 | ✔️ YES |
| Starfarer Gemini | ➡️ | Valkyrie | $40 | ✔️ YES |
| Constellation Phoenix | ➡️ | Valkyrie | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Crucible | ➡️ | Valkyrie | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Endeavor | ➡️ | Valkyrie | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Hull C | ➡️ | Valkyrie | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| MOLE | ➡️ | Galaxy | $72 | ✔️ YES |
| Starfarer Gemini | ➡️ | Galaxy | $46 | ✔️ YES |
| Hull C | ➡️ | Galaxy | $35 | ✔️ YES |
| Valkyrie | ➡️ | Galaxy | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| MOLE | ➡️ | C2 Hercules | $93 | ✔️ YES |
| Starfarer Gemini | ➡️ | C2 Hercules | $67 | ✔️ YES |
| Glaive | ➡️ | C2 Hercules | $56 | ✔️ YES |
| Valkyrie | ➡️ | C2 Hercules | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Galaxy | ➡️ | C2 Hercules | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| MOLE | ➡️ | Genesis | $93 | ✔️ YES |
| Valkyrie | ➡️ | Genesis | $30 | 🔥 Last one! |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Constellation Aquila | ➡️ | Reclaimer | $99 | 🔥 Last one! |
| MOLE | ➡️ | Reclaimer | $93 | 🔥 2 Left! |
| Valkyrie | ➡️ | Reclaimer | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Galaxy | ➡️ | Reclaimer | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Constellation Aquila | ➡️ | 600i Touring | $136 | ✔️ YES |
| Valkyrie | ➡️ | 600i Touring | $67 | ✔️ YES |
| Valkyrie Liberator Edition | ➡️ | 600i Touring | $67 | 🔥 Last one! |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Constellation Aquila | ➡️ | Prowler | $141 | ✔️ YES |
| Valkyrie | ➡️ | Prowler | $72 | ✔️ YES |
| C2 Hercules | ➡️ | Prowler | $46 | 🔥 Last one! |
| Reclaimer | ➡️ | Prowler | $46 | ✔️ YES |
| 600i Touring | ➡️ | Prowler | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Starfarer Gemini | ➡️ | Hull D | $120 | ✔️ YES |
| Prowler | ➡️ | Hull D | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| C2 Hercules | ➡️ | 600i Explorer | $83 | 🔥 2 Left! |
| 600i Touring | ➡️ | 600i Explorer | $46 | ✔️ YES |
| Prowler | ➡️ | 600i Explorer | $40 | ✔️ YES |
| Hull D | ➡️ | 600i Explorer | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| MOLE | ➡️ | M2 Hercules | $220 | ✔️ YES |
| C2 Hercules | ➡️ | M2 Hercules | $130 | ✔️ YES |
| Prowler | ➡️ | M2 Hercules | $88 | ✔️ YES |
| Hull D | ➡️ | M2 Hercules | $77 | ✔️ YES |
| 600i Explorer | ➡️ | M2 Hercules | $51 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| M2 Hercules | ➡️ | Liberator | $62 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| M2 Hercules | ➡️ | Orion | $62 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Constellation Aquila | ➡️ | Carrack | $310 | 🔥 2 Left! |
| MOLE | ➡️ | Carrack | $305 | 🔥 2 Left! |
| Mole Carbon Edition | ➡️ | Carrack | $305 | 🔥 Last one! |
| Mole Talus Edition | ➡️ | Carrack | $305 | 🔥 Last one! |
| Valkyrie | ➡️ | Carrack | $241 | ✔️ YES |
| Genesis | ➡️ | Carrack | $215 | 🔥 Last one! |
| Prowler | ➡️ | Carrack | $173 | ✔️ YES |
| 600i Explorer | ➡️ | Carrack | $136 | ✔️ YES |
| M2 Hercules | ➡️ | Carrack | $88 | ✔️ YES |
| Liberator | ➡️ | Carrack | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Orion | ➡️ | Carrack | $30 | 🔥 2 Left! |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| MOLE | ➡️ | Merchantman | $358 | ✔️ YES |
| Prowler | ➡️ | Merchantman | $225 | ✔️ YES |
| 600i Explorer | ➡️ | Merchantman | $188 | ✔️ YES |
| M2 Hercules | ➡️ | Merchantman | $141 | ✔️ YES |
| Liberator | ➡️ | Merchantman | $83 | ✔️ YES |
| Orion | ➡️ | Merchantman | $83 | ✔️ YES |
| Carrack | ➡️ | Merchantman | $56 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Carrack | ➡️ | Perseus | $83 | ✔️ YES |
| Merchantman | ➡️ | Perseus | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Carrack | ➡️ | Odyssey | $109 | ✔️ YES |
| Perseus | ➡️ | Odyssey | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| 600i Explorer | ➡️ | Hammerhead | $268 | 🔥 Last one! |
| Carrack | ➡️ | Hammerhead | $136 | ✔️ YES |
| Carrack Expedition w/C8X | ➡️ | Hammerhead | $88 | 🔥 2 Left! |
| Merchantman | ➡️ | Hammerhead | $83 | ✔️ YES |
| Perseus | ➡️ | Hammerhead | $56 | ✔️ YES |
| Odyssey | ➡️ | Hammerhead | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Constellation Aquila | ➡️ | Nautilus | $442 | ✔️ YES |
| Valkyrie | ➡️ | Nautilus | $373 | 🔥 Last one! |
| Reclaimer | ➡️ | Nautilus | $347 | ✔️ YES |
| 600i Explorer | ➡️ | Nautilus | $268 | ✔️ YES |
| Carrack | ➡️ | Nautilus | $136 | 🔥 2 Left! |
| Merchantman | ➡️ | Nautilus | $83 | 🔥 Last one! |
| Perseus | ➡️ | Nautilus | $56 | 🔥 2 Left! |
| Odyssey | ➡️ | Nautilus | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| M2 Hercules | ➡️ | A2 Hercules | $247 | 🔥 Last one! |
| Carrack | ➡️ | A2 Hercules | $162 | ✔️ YES |
| Carrack Expedition | ➡️ | A2 Hercules | $136 | 🔥 2 Left! |
| Carrack Expedition w/C8X | ➡️ | A2 Hercules | $114 | ✔️ YES |
| Merchantman | ➡️ | A2 Hercules | $109 | ✔️ YES |
| Perseus | ➡️ | A2 Hercules | $83 | ✔️ YES |
| Odyssey | ➡️ | A2 Hercules | $56 | ✔️ YES |
| Hammerhead | ➡️ | A2 Hercules | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Merchantman | ➡️ | Polaris | $109 | 🔥 Last one! |
| Perseus | ➡️ | Polaris | $83 | ✔️ YES |
| Hammerhead | ➡️ | Polaris | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Nautilus | ➡️ | Polaris | $30 | 🔥 Last one! |
⬇️☀️ SOME ITEMS AND PAINTS ☀️⬇️
| Items | Price |
|---|---|
| Cutlass Black - Skull and Crossbones | $18 |
| Scorpius - Stinger Paint 💎 | $45 |
| Scorpius - Sunburn Paint | $14 |
| Constellation ILW 2950 Paint Pack | $24 |
| CITIZENCON 2951 DIGITAL GOODIES | $10 |
| Vanguard Sentinel BUK - LTI | $140 |
HOW TO BUY:
- PM me what you would like to buy and include your Verified PayPal email
- Reply to this thread by announcing that you sent me a private message "PM'd", so I can see that you are a verified buyer.
- I will then send you an invoice to your paypal email.
- After payment is cleared Item is delivered to the buyer's PayPal email address.
- You will recieve a regular email from RSI with the title "Someone sent you a gift from Roberts Space Industries"
- Make sure to be logged into the correct RSI account before you open the link inside,
- I will post in "Confirmed Trades theme post" thread announcing the sale.
- After confirming the gift, you can reply to the post in which I mention you with +verify in "Confirmed Trades theme post".
- Tracking and proof of delivery are provided by "Hangar Log" on RSI website.
Important: I don't do middleman services, my Discord is Juannox#3193, I do not do trades or anything in discord, avoid trades with any name other than that, please read THIS
2023.06.04 05:03 Historical_Cause9479 Am I crazy for feeling this way this early on? 26F 24M 1month
In late April, I went on vacation to San Juan, Puerto Rico for my birthday, with no intentions of meeting someone. I’d be lying if I said that was my goal of the trip. I went with the sole intention to have fun with my childhood best friend.
One of the nights, we went out to the club and had a really good time. That’s when a tall, tan, Italian man came up to me and we started dancing and talking. It was like we had met before and picked up where we last left off, except this was our first time meeting. We instantly clicked and it just felt right. He thought I only spoke Spanish so for the first 30ish minutes of us speaking/dancing, he was trying his best to flirt in Spanish until we both died laughing when he found out I also spoke Englis. The night we met, we even took pictures together and those pictures look like we’d been together for years. It was like my soul knew him? I didn’t remember at the time but, he got my number and we’ve been talking NON-STOP ever since. We text and call each other on our lunches/during dinner, any chance we get. We are so similar, it’s incredibly insane. I feel so comfortable with him and I’m constantly having to remind myself, I ONLY MET HIM A MONTH AGO.
(He lives in New York, i live in New Mexico, 1.237 miles apart)
WELL- last week, while on the phone, he joking asked me to visit him in NYC for memorial weekend, and would pay for my flight. I said eff it and booked my trip because although I felt a lil crush developing I didn’t think it’d go further than that. I also hoped he wouldn’t murder me as I’m a 5’1 woman, and he’s 6’1, over 200 pounds.
He surprised me at the airport, showed me around NYC, took me to the top of the Empire State Building, made me laugh non-stop and we just completely hit it off in every way possible. It just feels right to be with him. It feels passionate and incredibly intense.
My feelings are extremely intense now. All of this to say, I feel really confused because I think it’s way to soon to feel this STRONGLY about someone I literally met a month ago. While in NYC, we instantly broke the ice and acted like we had been together for YEARS. We flirted, held hands, kissed and were very romantic with each other because leading up to the impromptu trip, we discussed everything under the sun on the phone. I know it’s so soon to say but something in my heart tells me he might be my person. I’ve never ever ever, had such strong feelings for someone like this, this fast. I’m usually EXTREMELY guarded and don’t let my walls down, but he broke through them within WEEKS. He keeps me on my toes and makes me feel free. I’ve never thought about seriously getting married and having kids with someone and being with him the week in NYC, made me contemplate that in THE FUTURE with him- WHICH IS NUTS TO SAY!!!! Something in my soul just tells me this feels right BUT ITS SCARY!!! I feel like I’m living a 2000’s romcom plot.
While I know time is just a construct, I think building rapport is important. Anyone else every find the one and only know them for a short period of time or am I DELULU???
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One of the nights, we went out to the club and had a really good time. That’s when a tall, tan, Italian man came up to me and we started dancing and talking. It was like we had met before and picked up where we last left off, except this was our first time meeting. We instantly clicked and it just felt right. He thought I only spoke Spanish so for the first 30ish minutes of us speaking/dancing, he was trying his best to flirt in Spanish until we both died laughing when he found out I also spoke Englis. The night we met, we even took pictures together and those pictures look like we’d been together for years. It was like my soul knew him? I didn’t remember at the time but, he got my number and we’ve been talking NON-STOP ever since. We text and call each other on our lunches/during dinner, any chance we get. We are so similar, it’s incredibly insane. I feel so comfortable with him and I’m constantly having to remind myself, I ONLY MET HIM A MONTH AGO.
(He lives in New York, i live in New Mexico, 1.237 miles apart)
WELL- last week, while on the phone, he joking asked me to visit him in NYC for memorial weekend, and would pay for my flight. I said eff it and booked my trip because although I felt a lil crush developing I didn’t think it’d go further than that. I also hoped he wouldn’t murder me as I’m a 5’1 woman, and he’s 6’1, over 200 pounds.
He surprised me at the airport, showed me around NYC, took me to the top of the Empire State Building, made me laugh non-stop and we just completely hit it off in every way possible. It just feels right to be with him. It feels passionate and incredibly intense.
My feelings are extremely intense now. All of this to say, I feel really confused because I think it’s way to soon to feel this STRONGLY about someone I literally met a month ago. While in NYC, we instantly broke the ice and acted like we had been together for YEARS. We flirted, held hands, kissed and were very romantic with each other because leading up to the impromptu trip, we discussed everything under the sun on the phone. I know it’s so soon to say but something in my heart tells me he might be my person. I’ve never ever ever, had such strong feelings for someone like this, this fast. I’m usually EXTREMELY guarded and don’t let my walls down, but he broke through them within WEEKS. He keeps me on my toes and makes me feel free. I’ve never thought about seriously getting married and having kids with someone and being with him the week in NYC, made me contemplate that in THE FUTURE with him- WHICH IS NUTS TO SAY!!!! Something in my soul just tells me this feels right BUT ITS SCARY!!! I feel like I’m living a 2000’s romcom plot.
While I know time is just a construct, I think building rapport is important. Anyone else every find the one and only know them for a short period of time or am I DELULU???
2023.06.04 05:02 lilymagil geologist friend left me a lot of finds, but I can’t figure this one out- one in my hand is the one in question. Put next to rose quartz I’ve dug so you can see the difference bc I might have thought rose quartz at first- I don’t think it’s that
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