Looking to sell my old GPU, upgraded in June last year to a 3070 and I haven't touched the card since then.
Model in question
Originally bought the GPU in June 2018 from Mwave, used it for 4 years for gaming (no mining). Card is in good condition, there were no problems with it when I switched GPUs, I just wanted to play new AAA games on ultra.
This GPU is a perfect card if you're building a budget-oriented PC and you mainly play CPU-based games (e.g esports titles like CS:GO, Valorant, League of Legends, etc). I mainly played CSGO with the card and when I switched from the 1060 to my 3070 I literally gained 0 frames because CS is typically CPU limited.
Pic: https://imgur.com/LHregsM (dusty but works fine)
Accepting cash, beemit, crypto, or cs skins (lol)
Can ship to anywhere at the buyer's expense, meetup in Sydney, or you can come pick it up from my place (located in the innerwest).
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Cheers

Pls help. I decided to try a tablet again in osu (worked before on osu) but now when I have it all set up and use it I'm still getting full area. Yes I've uninstalled drivers and I've changed the area size and made sure raw input was off and made sens 1. I've been troubleshooting this and looking up if people had the same issues but not much luck other than a couple. I think its just my Area size doesn't change but everything else works. Would be greatly appreciated if we can find a way to fix this/:
Tablet is One by Wacom CTL 472

I do not know what I am doing wrong but its my birthday today. I had 2 people geniunely remember my birthday witch are both my parents.
I honestly dont know why I cant make any true friends at the age of 25 I dont even know how to I tried Im trying believe me but today feels like Im all alone
here Im snorting cocaine and somehow crying at the same time
Goodnight everyone Im not attention seeking I just had to get it out of my chest. Why here ? I dont think I have any actual friends and seems like Im all alone other than my parents.
I feel like Im treating my parents quite harsh sometimes atleast they try to cheer me up and help me.
but anyway have a good night everyone

Draconic dissimulator ov th’ fictitious light!
Fain, thou art still amidst our mankind
Cast thy conjuration ov conflagration
Snuff th’ phosphor ov th’ world
How could this planit b’ so blind?!
I giv’ to thou all my adoration
Thou art th’ Laviathan
In form ov th’ Aspic
Dismiss th’ city ov Jah
No pinion vital for thou to fly
Put th’ mortals abov’, so drastic!
Your coming, anon, show not raw
Abaddon, conduct th’ locusts just as yor’
Apollyon, bind to this soul ov mortal
Avail th’ void only fit for sin
Ruination is compulsory
Open up th’ ruinous portal
Bring with all thy kin
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Jethriss

Jethriss giggled and tried to line the pitcher up with her mug up for a refill, but was having a hard time. She'd put down more than her fair share of the local ale, which Meatball had dubbed "Good" for some reason, even though it was only "okay", and she was struggling a little bit. Actually, she was drunk off her ass. "The boys", as she thought of them, had spent days hiding in the woods, then spent all of yesterday assaulting and then securing and scouring the last stronghold of the Grekthitch Cartel. Then they spent most of today asleep, and now they were all at the bar partying as hard as they possibly could to blow off the steam. Rosco, sitting to her right in the booth against the back wall, noticed her struggle and took the pitcher away and filled her mug all the way up to the top.
"You ass!" she giggled.
He grinned "I expect you to work too!"
"Every time that ship flies in atmosphere I end up with work! It's a spaceship, not an aircraft."
"Oh, boo hoo!"
Jethriss worked her beak into the mug and slurped and spilled enough beer out to safely pick it up, and listened to Meatball loudly telling about the time they'd raided some cartel growing operation and how Wiggles had ended up literally biting a skink's head off because he couldn't reload fast enough, and not realizing he'd done it unti the head fell out of his mouth and landed on his feet. When the laughter subsided Wiggles added that he'd had to ride back to their compound in the cargo bed of a truck, in the rain, because he'd ended up so dirty, then recounted a fight in this very bar where Meatball had gently slapped an awrok unconscious, and then made up a hilarious and ludicrous story about how afterward Meatball had received vigorous sexual gratification from the same awrok. Meatball had just grinned and explained that he'd only done so out of desperation, since Wiggles had never been a satisfying lover in the first place. There were more drunken guffaws, then Gratorf and Attrull recounted the time they'd had to track down and apprehend a peasant admirer who had managed to infiltrate the harem of their previous employer, the Lady Elissa of House Ganthul. The mention of her name caused much jeering, the bitch had nearly gotten the boys killed, but the story was hilarious. Attrull had to go undercover as a new concubine to find the guy, and had nearly been roped into fucking his boss (who of course, was too self-centered to recognize a member of her own security detail), and had ended up causing a near stamped right in her pleasure chamber when he tased the imposter before he could violate the Lady.
They drank and smoked, told stories and laughed. Skeethrow told about how he'd joined Rosco's group. Years ago, not long after Jethriss had joined Rosco, he'd been in a pirate crew and they'd booked passage on a bulk freighter, intending to hijack it. Well, things kicked off and they were making a move to secure engineering, and they got into a firefight with what they thought was security. Turns out, it was another group of pirates that Rosco had fallen in with who were also planning to hijack the ship! By the time both sides realized what was going on, it was just Skeethrow and two other members of his team left, and while everyone was reloading he heard this human yell out "Hey! You fellas want a job? We just had a few positions open up!"
This was followed by cheers and a toast to Rosco, who laughed, then Rex told a story about the time they'd been janissaries for the Gunchow Combine, and one of the nobles who had singled their regiment out for a suicide mission had mysteriously found himself hospitalized with severe food poising and missed a key planning meeting because someone (he said, pointing his mug at Rosco) had managed to somehow contaminate his food with fecal matter.
The table roared with laughter. Normally when the Gallowglasses got this rambunctious the bar tended to empty out a little, not that the owner minded given that they drank more than enough to compensate, but it stayed busy tonight. Jethriss didn't really pay much heed to the group of skinks that had walked in and stayed by the bar up front, other than the fact that Rosco seemed to be paying more than passing attention to them.
She opened her beak to tell the story about the time Rex had to up act like a Orrick chieftan's pet in order to steal his treasure horde, but it turned into a surprised squawk when Rosco put his hand on top of her head and harshly jammed her under the table.
The sound of gunfire and bullet impacts filled the air. Some of the impacts sounded... wet.
The table flipped as the Gallowglasses jumped up and... she didn't know what they were doing. She wasn't much use in interpersonal violence, she was no coward, she was just a pilot. She stayed on the floor, curled up in a ball, as the seconds dragged by and the shooting subsided. She remembered she had a concealed pistol and drew it, before looking around the edge of the table.
Meatball and Thriktikt had picked up rifles from somewhere and were shooting out of a nearby window into the street, Charge was in the doorway firing a pistol while his left arm dangled, damaged.
Wiggles was crawling toward the door, dragging a leg that bent the wrong way behind him, and added his own pistol fire once he got there.
Keelath was sitting against a wall, applying a tourniquet to his leg. He was covered in blood.
Trilth and Trakkow were holding a third skink down and doing... something first aid related while he thrashed and screamed.
Rex was yelling into his radio. Jethriss couldn't understand his words.
Gratorf was lying on his back, bulging eyes staring at the ceiling. She ran over to him and rolled him over to bandage the wound that had produced a small puddle of blood under his head, and his scrambled brains fell out as his skull fell apart. She turned her head and vomited.
She saw a skink bandaging a nasty scalp wound on Frank Tippery, and Robert Johnson walking between fallen skinks, shooting some of them in the head.
Rosco was on his knees, his right forearm broken open halfway down from the elbow, chewed meat and jagged bone poking out and leaking blood, right hand flopping as he tried to use it to put a meatpatch on Skeethrow's chest. He was yelling, telling Skeethrow not to go anywhere. Skeethrow's face and head were covered in the blood that poured and sprayed from his mouth with every cough, ragged chunks of pink mixed in with the red. She pulled a tourniquet out of her cargo pocket and walked over in a daze. Skeethrow spasmed again and went still, she hadn't noticed his strained gurgling breath against the background din until it stopped. Rosco howled and shoved a broken stool under Skeethrow's feet, and tried to start chest compressions but his broken arm confounded him. He shoved Jethriss away when she tried to slip the tourniquet over his arm, until eventually Rex got done on the radio and between the two of them got the thing on and the old rooster's bleeding stopped.
The gunfire in the bar had stopped, but elsewhere in the city, fighting was still raging.

I get a bit annoyed by all the posts about stuff 20 years ago. Yes, I know many of you are old farts or moved away 15 years ago. But let's have a post for the current residents for once! (Of which I am barely one, away at school a lot)
I know you'll have to dig deep to get out of your doomer brain, but just for second, let's put the housing crisis and income gap on the back burner and practice our stories we can actually tell at parties to make people like us.
I'll go first:
Had a great time out at >! REDACTED !< falls last summer; a group of guys in halfway housing in Asheville showed up and made it a lot more fun. This dude dared me to do this sketchy jump, and I said I'd only do it if he did it first. He jumped and I couldn't really see if he cleared it, but I heard cheering, so I just went for it. Turns out he only cleared it by a few inches :/
But I love conquering my fears, and considering I'm very comfortable cliff jumping, finding a new way to challenge myself in that area was really cool.

I've had the above for nearly a year, and I have yet to successfully map my entire house. I have followed the instructions to start will all the doors closed and then progressively open them over subsequent cleans. Sooner or later the map either gets offset or rotated, or the unit will stop for one reason or another and be unable to locate itself when it resumes. When the latter happens I've followed the instructions given to me by customer support, that is, I manually return it to the charging dock and reset the new map, but more often than once it has reset the partially completed map, and I have to start again. I am fed up with this vacuum and am considering asking for a refund but before I do does anyone have any tips?
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Cheers!

I just finished rewatching season 1 and the last time I watched it was when it first came out over 4 years ago here are some of my thought.

1. Joe is SOOOOO creepy in season one. It genuinely gave me chills. Season 1 joe is no joke he was truly terrifying I forgot how fucked up he is. Somehow throughout the seasons we started cheering for Joe because I think we forgot how truly psychotic he is. I hope season 5 brings back this side of Joe. Poor Beck she truly suffered this season.
   
2. Speaking of Beck I remember the first time I watched You I found her annoying but this second time around I actually love her character. She is a normal 20 something year old girl who made mistakes and lead a normal life. I relate a lot to her. That poor girl had such a terrible terrible death.
   
3. Something I noticed while watching was that Benji was killed with peanut oil in his coffee and Joe in season 4 hallucinated that he killed Marianne that same way
   

Rewording this because i didn't feel like making arguments with commenters anymore, and I didn't word my thoughts the way I had hoped to.
My personal opinion on the show itself? It's very well made. It's wholesome,
cute, relatable.
I'd call it Perfect, but nothing truly is.
There is a few things here and there that bother me.

1. The potential of some characters just being tossed to the side.

Lucky. Rusty. Chloe. Honey. Indy.
Characters like these could be used for so much more, especially if we were to get a look into their life. I get wanting to focus on...well, the main characters. But it never hurts to switch it up sometimes. It may be a chip off the causal episodes, but hey, so what?

1. The House Layout/ Wealthiness?

To me, it feels like everyone in the show is just automatically wealthy, save for that homeless canine we see every now and then. And with the house layout, this isn't really something to pay attention to in the first place, but sometimes it can be a brain twister, an essential migraine. And the redesigns of some areas overtime only runs salt through the wound.

1. Plot Delivery.

This show is obviously capable of hitting home runs with the plot, but other times it doesn't fall too far from the tree.
Such as, Bandit's gross antics. I get that being apart of his character, but sometimes it can be pretty repulsive. The constant placed thought that he uses the bathroom in bushes, has an odor, pees on his foot, etcetera.
Or, with Mini-Bluey. That's an episode that never sat right with me. While the concept of color swaps is cute, and personality tug-arounds, they went about it the wrong way. A big chunk of the episode was Bingo being praised as the golden child in a way, and the episode, instead of ending off with something reassuring like the parents talking to their daughter about the ordeal, it was kind of just Bingo being silly. Though, I do appreciate the idea of her doing so to cheer up her sister.
Moving onto the community, I'll keep this short, but sweet.
The community is a double edged sword. You can stumble across the sweetest thing ever, but also quite the opposite.
The discourse, the creeps, the entitled ones, and such. It's apart of every fandom. But I feel like it's WAYY too much for a Disney program, especially with other kids shows having less problems.
Overall, the show does well for itself, and no matter how bad the fandom gets, the creators don't care, and continue to keep producing episodes for us. That takes some real guts.

Making Contact is about an object-oriented investigation of the universe for signs of intelligent life, which assumes the intelligent life will be somewhere out there – gestures to cosmos – and therefore essentially spatial in its orientation to reality. Spatiality has something to say about the presence of a body as the site of identity and intention, and the body is assumed to develop technology to amplify use-of-force as a form of authority – you can see how it all tumbles out. The inner and outer search for extraterrestrial intelligence likewise represents the directionality of the alien other – the alien is out there, seeming remarkably like ourselves. Given the potential for the intelligent alien other to be appearing trillions of times, universe wide, the notion that some of them will be like us – curious primates with opposable thumbs – seems reasonable.
Reasonable! Have I got a bridge to sell you! Crosses parsecs like nobody’s business, not that we have a good feel for economy at such scales, and even if we did, once such a distance is crossed, by vehicle or electromagnetic frequency, what topics do we use to break the ice? Pet peeves? Travel plans? If you had one superpower, what would it be? Let’s say we get past that, x-ray vision or whatever, aren’t we even mildly apprehensive – sits upright, steeples fingers – about having alien awareness enter our experience of consciousness? If an interstellar vehicle landed in the town square and an alien, by ramp or ladder, appeared before us, would we feel any anxiety at all if the first words that emerged from its lipless mouth were, drink this – meaning the corked veil it just extended in our direction, the contents of which is a complete mystery?
Here in the west, faith serves many functions, not the least of which is to cushion the blow of divine authority as a lived experience. Perhaps we think of divine authority as a magic trick – watch me pull loaves and fishes out of a hat – or like the scene a first-responder might run up against – then we wrapped Lazarus in Mylar, waited for the ambulance to arrive. Reasonable, no? Divine authority and the alien other may be silent threads adding stitches to the dress of day, but then suddenly they’re wearing it, turning this way and that before a mirror, which is us – how exactly do we cope? Yes, I’m worrying at an image of the divine, both in and of our minds, but every now and then, right in front of us, then all around us, relentlessly so, lasting mere minutes, a handful of seconds – but then going on to reorganize the rest of your life.
Faith! May the nothingness-with-a-bounce-in-its-step that is my waking life ever feel your hand in mine, the two of us taking windy walks over hot coals. When scientists hunting for life in the universe inspect the latest data for patterns in the firmament, do they prepare for the moment ritually? A prayer? A few deep knee bends? Some self-styled promise not to lose every hint of personal volition – a puff of smoke in a windstorm – because something with the circumference of a supreme being just leaped out of the data and onto the ledge of one’s mind? Do we imagine numbers and graphs are what’s actually discovered? Sure, I know, peer review, the expectations of the industry, I mean field – the expectations of the field, and what proper science looks like in the raw. The rawness itself is vastly assembled, industries working in concert to make even that.
Where does the contact experience begin and end? – what I worry about with the scientists and the data. A very reliable place to observe something analogous, in most any municipality, is arraignment court – a venue where the contact experience is governed by state authority, and the matter of being kidnapped by aliens toting glocks and tazers, then put in cages – takes on a whole other level of real. Defendants appear before the judge, are read the charges against them and possible penalties, and their expression says volumes about what contact with an authority greater than our own will be like – not a violation of anyone’s law but such a challenge to self-determination that months might go by, even years, before that moment in arraignment court can bear to be remembered. The court’s decisions are likewise driven by peer-reviewed data.
The woman in jail stands before the court via video screen, accused of aggravated domestic battery during a dispute the night before. By the time she stands before the judge, she has been in jail for 10 hours and stares unblinking, like someone using all her strength to remain upright and conscious. When the matter of bond comes up, the attorney for the prosecution reads from the police report about what was alleged to have happened, which report includes direct quotes – Black vernacular, filled with regrettable threats, read aloud by a perfectly sober white attorney who stresses the consonants at the ends of words. The woman I see before me, standing inside an airless space created by the authority of the state, begins sobbing uncontrollably, covers her face, doubles over. Such are the agonies of the contact experience, when the facts are added up.
She is alleged to have stabbed him with a 10-in. kitchen knife – a nonlife-threatening wound, but a moment of jarring truth that gets everyone’s attention in the courtroom. Did the contact experience begin then, when she reached for the kitchen knife? Before then? Did their love grow faint in the kitchen in particular? Near an ordinary cutting board to extremes? Did personal volition vacate the premises, the matter of making decisions fall under the spell of something else? Where terror comes to rest, we throw a sheet upon it, call it rage. The defendant’s tears in arraignment court, 10 hours after it happened, are about more than regret – also a bewildered exhaustion about what it feels like when one way of being in the world is rapidly replaced by another, and you’re alone in jail, bond set at $25,000, which someone paid the following day.
Could a dataset do that? Place the mind inside an alien organism for years at a time, even as the body goes about its business? The legendary science fiction author Philip K. Dick reported an encounter with the alien other on February 3, 1974, that precipitated an 8000-page exegesis, plus a series of books in which the author postulates the presence of a vast active living intelligence system, the system part seeming to me a little perfunctory – like he was probably detecting the outline of his own ontology with the system part. The encounter undoubtedly changed his life and to such a degree, the future might know Philip K. Dick as an avatar who happened also to write compelling science fiction. I haven’t read his work in a while, but he seemed to enjoy what he did, realized success in his own lifetime, rubbed shoulders with the noted and notorious.
What transpires when the unknown becomes known? A point in space opens its mouth as wide as it can, swallows the unknown, end to end, in its entirety – can you imagine that from the inside out? A mind grander than conception can itself conceive takes the place of the sky, and the daylight hits the window sill with an all new sense of purpose in its stride, like its ready to grow an entirely different kind of life. And what would any new life want to know before it commits to making contact with the human? Despite the skulls inside our heads, we are not a prison planet! And we vow to love one another despite the numerous exceptions! And someday everyone will do the right thing for the right reason all the time, feel the freer for it! But for now, our teleportation device tends to be on the glitchy side, fills in the gaps with intuition.
May future datasets furnished by the aliens greet science like the exhaust ports of bakeries in the morning. For now, though, we’ll take what we can get.

I had Buffalo Wild Wings earlier (about 2 hours ago) and my stomach feels bloated like the bloating that happens when gas is building up, but I didn’t eat much of the boneless wings because I was worried about them, they looked normal for the most part but I guess I haven’t had them in so long that I forgot the texture and was worried it was undercooked even though it looked fine but my problem anymore with chicken is not knowing if chicken is raw or cooked 100% or not , I always second-guess it and end up overthinking it big time, I hate this phobia so much it always makes me spiral like this now I’m worried it’s gonna give me FP even tho it’s mostly unlikely

Road to Revolution

After MJF disappears from the screen, his internet activity becomes more and more cryptic. He often posts about contracts, about Punk being a shell of his old self, nothing but an old man trying to cling to relevancy. When Punk is asked about he simply says he moved on from Max, that, in a way, Max failed him. Punk fully expected to lose to MJF, he went into the match hoping MJF would dethrone him, but when it came to in ring skills, MJF left a lot to desire, and as a result, Punk now has his sights into properly being a champion, being the time for him to start steering the ship into a great future.
On the following episode of Dynamite from said interview, Punk addresses The Firm, going off about how ashamed he is from what went down at Full Gear, he says he was more than ready to lose to Max, even with the clear testament that Punk is the better wrestler now that he is 2-1 over MJF, the undeniable truth is that he’s old and his time is running out BUT having the final stretch of his legacy being tarnished by the involvement of The Firm, he can’t help but feel sorry for Max. It doesn’t matter how despicable and miserable MJF is, the only feeling Punk has for him is pity. He caps the segment off by saying that “the cowards under contract with Stokeley aren’t on the show right now, so I hope next week they’ll be here so I can start correcting some wrongs, with nothing more nothing less than some good ass kicking.”
The following week, Punk is ambushed backstage by The Firm but not without showing some fight, the numbers game eventually being too much for him. Security team floods the area, big W. Morrissey cleans the house and Stokeley calls the attack off. Punk is left laying on the ground like a bag of meat.
On the following Dynamite episode, Punk is arguing with TK about The Firm, he says he wants to take them on, doesn’t matter when or how, he just demands Tony Khan to make it. After some bickering Tony Khan decides. “Next week on Rampage, it will be CM Punk in a GAUNTLET MATCH against The Firm! If you survive through that, great for you, if you don't, whoever pins you gets a title match, I do need to be fair with them too.” And so it’s made official
CM Punk Vs. The Firm Gauntlet

Punk, still feeling the effects of his last match against MJF, looks very worried with this match, on his way to the ring he keeps on checking his foot and arm, which Max targeted throughout their match. The first member of The Firm is Austin Gunn, who jumps the fucking gun, eats a GTS on the first 8 seconds of the match and is instantly eliminated.
Out comes his brother Colten, who also jumps the fucking gun, gets hit with a Piledriver on the middle of the ring and rolled back up into a GTS!!! The Gunns got eliminated in the first 30 seconds of the match! The crowd roars in favor of Punk as Lee Moriarty marches down the ramp.
Lee Moriarty after getting inside the ring doesn’t do the braindead shit of going straight at Punk, instead, he waits for Punk to step up, and once it’s done, Lee chain wrestles the old man to the ground, focusing on grinding the feet of Punk. For the next 7 minutes, it’s a sequence of counters to complicated locks and transitions. Moriarty is able to escape the Anaconda Vice and locks in an arm bar, which Punk breaks with a Buckle Bomb followed up by a Shining Wizard! Even with Moriarty superior speed, Punk’s experience plays a major role, his ring IQ being displayed as he begins to out-maneuver Lee. Eventually Punk is able to hit Moriarty with the Pepsi Twist that he quickly turns into the GTS! Lee Moriarty has been eliminated.
Out comes Ethan Page! From here on it's simple. Page is able to overpower Punk for the next 8 minutes, with slow comebacks from Punk being squashed. This would repeat until a GTS out of nowhere was about to get Ethan Page, but he expertly grabbed Punk’s leg and began to maul it. Punk is able to mount a comeback after being stopped multiple times and he’s finally on the verge of nailing Ethan with a Piledriver when Stokeley climbed on the apron, catching the referee’s attention and we all know where this goes. A distracted referee, Punk gets hit out of nowhere with a Big Boot by W. Morrissey! With the help of the big man to put Punk on All Ego’s shoulders, an Ego’s Edge in the middle of the ring, the ref never saw the attack, 1…2…3! Ethan Page secures himself a title match for Winter is Coming, but the punishment still has only begun.

The Firm starts their pack attack on Punk, ready to nail him with a Championship Belt to the head when suddenly, a hooded figure jumps the barricade, steel chair in hands, runs to the ring, drops Moriarty with a chair shot, neutralizes Ethan Page, takes out The Gunns! But when he goes for a shot at W. Morrissey, a Big Boot to the chair stops the attack. The hooded figure slips something on his hands, rushes to Morrissey AND DROPS HIM WITH A SINGLE PUNCH! The hooded figure reveals himself to be MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN!!!!!! MJF approaches the fallen CM Punk, he motions to help him back up but he grabs the World Title instead and stares at it for a moment while Punk gets back up.
Both men are now in the middle of the ring, a tired, old and hurt CM Punk stares at Max with murderous intent. MJF goes to give the belt back, drops it and when Punk goes to pick it up, at the motion of bending down, MJF NAILS PUNK WITH AN UPPERCUT WITH THE DYNAMITE DIAMOND RING! Max begins to viciously attack Punk, he drags him around ringside, throwing him on barricades, on the ground, everything. Eventually the attack ends when Max PILEDRIVES CM PUNK ON THE PYRO GRATE! PUNK’S LIMP BODY FALLS TO THE GROUND AS RAMPAGE ENDS WITH MJF STANDING TALL OVER THE CHAMPION!
The following episode of Dynamite, MJF opens the show in a similar fashion to when he won the World Title from Mox IRL. Coming out to a thunderous roar and cheers.
He gets a microphone on one hand, on the other, he has a contract! He begins reading the details but he does not specify when it expires, how much he makes and how much backstage pull he has, but he makes sure to say the most important clause of the contract: “As long as this contract is valid, Maxwell Jacob Friend has the right to, with previous warning as to set the card, challenge for ANY title he wants AS LONG AS he haven’t won them before”. At that, Cult of Personality hits and out comes the champion himself! Completely battered and bruised, he has his arm on a sling and he’s limping to the ring. Before Punk hits the ring, Max cuts anything he would do by simply saying “Stop there old man, we don’t want you to get hurt YET! I’ll spare you the breath so you have some when the match actually comes, please do be ready by then, The Devil will show himself to be crowned after his dominant win against Old Man Punk at REVOLUTION! Very poetic considering the whole landscape of AEW will change on that day, obviously for the better, BECAUSE I’M MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN AND I’M BETTER THAN YOU AND YOU KNOW IT!”
Max goes out of the ring to a thunderous reaction while leaving CM Punk to be dragged backstage by the medic team.
From here on out there isn’t much to say, the “less is more” game is played to perfection, with the final Dynamite before Revolution being closed with Punk and Max brawling through the arena(again) prompting TK to declare their match as a NO DQ MATCH! This being the final straw in hopes those two either drown this hatred under liters of blood or they die trying.

AEW Revolution 2023

CM Punk Vs. MJF - AEW World Championship - No Disqualification Match

Take their dog collar match. Now make it more bloody. That’s what you get. In the first 5 minutes Punk gets busted open after being hit with the Dynamite Diamond Ring, an attack he answers after being dragged to the outside by slamming Max’s head into the steel steps multiple times.
This goes crazy, we have backstage fight, they fight on the crowd, there are barbed wires from Hangman and Moxley’s match, there are steel chairs, ladders, a fucking Pepsi Plunge through a table. The brick simply doesn’t come into play because they didn’t find it.
Just like the Danielson match, it stops mid action because both wrestlers are being administered oxygen, all for the sake of the match having a true winner. We get the oxygen tank spot BUT Max adds insult to injury by hitting Punk with a Stone Cold Stunner and proceeding to tie Punk’s damaged leg together with the previously damaged arm using a chain and wrenching both members back, in a weird Fujiwara Armbar where he simply pulls the chain back. Punk is able to almost crawl towards the ropes when MJF drags him back to the middle of the ring, keeps on the punishment and CM PUNK TAPS OUT!!! AFTER 54 MINUTES OF PURE HELL, HE TAPS OUT, THE DEVIL IS YOUR NEW AEW WORLD CHAMPION!!!!!!!!

With this, Punk gets written of TV to recover from his injuries and we get to the same place we are IRL, with Max as a dominant champion that still has a lot to prove and with a shining path ahead of him!
footnote: the swerve in our glory shit got scrapped last minute because I’m an asshole

Did you know there is a red shawl day?
I just found out about it wondering on the internet.
Unfortunately it is not a cheerful holiday. Red shawl day is meant to raise awareness about Indigenous people that went missing or got murdered.
It’s not until November 19th but I thought I should give you the heads up since we are going to be knitting red shawls (or scarves if you don’t have enough yarn.) And sell them to raise awareness and money to fund the search for these people.
Thank you for considering.

2181 – 09:17, Wednesday, January 17th –Agora of the Asari People- Serrice City - Thessia – Parnithia System
"It's done," said Nari in a faint croaking voice as she took a few shaky steps back from her magnum opus – a mural that depicted horror yet hope in the image.
"Easy there Nari," said Sam'nelea gently as she caught the exhausted artist in her arms. Mayises and Miretse rushed up and helped Sam'nelea carry Nari to a chair, giving her a bottle of energy drink so the exhausted artist could at least rehydrate.
"So it is finished Colonel T'goos?," asked Matriarch Seucsha T'sola as she called from behind the barrier that shielded the work from viewing.
"Yes Matriarch. Please, come and see Nari's masterpiece," replied Sam'nelea as she held Nari's head so that the shattered artist could drink.
Mayises was holding the bottle for Nari who swallowed greedily at the nourishing refreshing liquid. She had worked almost 18 hours a day on the mural, only stopping to rest when Sam'nelea forced her to. Even then it was barely enough yet Nari found an inner strength that Sam'nelea and her commandos could but only admire at the artists determination to complete this work.
Matriarch Seucsha T'sola of Serrice had also deployed her commandos to guard Nari and her work. The Serricean matriarch had seen the images of the horror under Fortress T'reaphia and was physically sick afterwards. Nothing like this had ever been seen on Thessia… ever. Asari had a dark side, that was undisputable but this… this was pure evil.
"Dear goddess!" she gasped as she and her senior officers came around the corner and saw the mural. There was cries of shock, anger, revulsion, despair and sadness from all when they saw what Nari had painted. Nari had also carved in bright red sandstone that sat above the mural, the High Thessian pictograms for the words: NEVER FORGET!
Sam'nelea surveyed the artwork with a studious glance. She could see that Nari had been heavily influenced by human art, so very obviously in this case as Nari's mural was a homage to both Picassos "Guernica" and Munch's "The Scream" but balanced by Van Gogh's "Starry Night" for the idea that hope still existed.
Sam'nelea had seen those artworks herself on Earth and was deeply moved by them and appreciated what Nari had incorporated into her mural.
Duncan's influence was evident for those who knew the friendship between the artist and the man who lived twice. The Commando officer was aware of that he had been showing Nari the best of human art.
"What a lurid, emotive, extremely confronting work," murmured Matriarch T'sola as she stared at it awestruck. A tear of empathy had trickled down her flawless lavender cheek. "This will be a testament as long as the Agora of the People stands." Her officers nodded in assent, too moved to speak themselves. "Did you see it, Sam?" she asked quietly.
"No matriarch and I thank all the deities and the universe that I didn't. I saw some of the footage that my matriarch displayed to all of you. That was enough. Even now, the Acolytes and house troopers who were there are still undergoing mental therapy for the trauma they were exposed to."
"And your War Artist? Will she be whole again?" the matriarch inquired with compassion for Nari in her eyes.
"I believe, no… I know she will be fine. Nari is one of the strongest Asari I have met. Her mental drive and fortitude allowed her to produce this masterwork in just over ten days. She barely slept and only rested, ate and drank when I forced her too. Look, she has passed out from exhaustion," said Sam'nelea with a sad resonate tone with deep sympathy in her eyes for her new friend. "She is a true hero of the Asari People matriarch. Not one of valour and great deeds of action, but of her strength of spirit and her artist talent. Let that be known in Serrice."
The Serricean matriarch nodded in total agreement.
"Her work will last for all time. Go home Sam. You, Nari and your commandos have done enough. I will post guards here on permanent duty. Fiahnni can send some across to be part of the guard who protect this… lesson to us all. We will invite other matriarchs to send their house troops to become a part of the detachment. I will house and feed them all. This will be a sacred duty, separate from being guards here at the Agora. This will be our privilege and duty to all the Asari people."
Matriarch Seucsha T'sola nodded once more to herself, knowing that only just over half of the republics would contribute troops to this force. The others like the Armali would prevaricate and dither, ultimately sending nothing which in all honestly, she was fine with. Less in the end for her to pay for and more glory to those that did contribute.
"As you command matriarch and thank you for all you support and aid. It is greatly appreciated." Sam'nelea gestured to her commando lieutenants and bring Nari's sleeping form with them. "I need to see my daughters and husband," she said tiredly.
Matriarch T'sola gave the Colonel at questioning look.
"I must ask Sam… what is it like being loved by a human male? I truly wish to know as I am considering my…options for a new partner."
Sam'nelea paused for a moment and thought about how to respond.
"Matriarch… I cannot answer that with any real ease in such a short space of time. All I can say is that Phillipe completes me. I met him almost twenty years ago and have never found a more loving, wonderful soul to share my life with and have daughters by. I wish Tevura's blessing upon you if you truly wish to find love with a man. It is challenging as you would understand yet… so rewarding as well once you have melded and know beyond any doubt that he is yours and you are his. I love him with every fibre of my being. We are one. Now… I should go," she said with a sigh as thoughts of her beloved husband threatened to engulf her.
"Be at peace Sam and Athame bless you," replied Matriarch T'sola with a soft smile as she considered Sam'nelea's words very carefully.
Sam'nelea, along with Dr Hethy and a few hundred others were some of the originals who bonded with humans. They were not the first but still, those individuals who in 2161, formed a coterie of Asari which became bonded to humans that year, changing Asari society forever. She vaguely recalled that one of her own junior clerical diplomats based at the Citadel bonded with a famous human male artist yet she couldn't recall their names off hand. No matter, the unions that worked were true examples of love crossing cultural and species lines. Fiahnni was right, Humanity and Asari would be one people in the end.
Seucsha signalled to her senior officers and Acolytes, that they take over from the departing T'daari forces. She also began considering her options of looking for a potential consort from the pool of humanity. The matriarch needed someone she could confide in, who would hold and love her in the dark of the night. She felt too lonely these days and taking an Acolyte to her bed had lost its allure as it was just sex for sex's sake, nothing more. Seucsha needed companionship more than ever after seeing Nari's work. The matriarch made up her mind, she would find her Siame in humanity.
Maybe a young man like the musical Maestro Matriarch Jami Sibeyr had found with her young human Siame? she considered.
Seucsha decided that she needed to speak with the Maestro to gain more insight. She concluded that a young man would last the time with her for her remaining years, they would grow old together which was a great comfort to her as the thought of outliving another bondmate would be too much for her to bare. The matriarch mused to herself that she might even have another daughter with him. They could at least try, after all Benezia T'Soni had her little Liara only eighty or so years ago. That had been the subject of much gossip within the conclave of matriarchs.
She turned away and began humming the maestro's beautifully soaring piece to herself. "A Love Song for Humanity" which was universally recognised as one of the greatest pieces of Asari music which had been created in generations. Now she began to see why, as she reflected upon what she had observed of Fiahnni's daughters and their relationship with Duncan Larkin.
Pity he was taken, she thought to herself as she left the building to board her waiting air-transporter, he would have made an excellent bondmate and consort.
The gull wing doors of her vehicle closed and as she was whisked away into the busy sky. She sat back into the plush soft leather seats and began opening the Matchmaking site, "Blue to Hue" on her datapad.
What charmed her the most, making her laugh and dispelling the awful visions of the horror that Nari had depicted, was that a classic human song started playing as soon as the Extranet site opened up on her data pad. She knew of this song and smiled widely in approval.
Queen's "Somebody to Love" was a perfect complement for the matchmaking site.
The 894 year old matriarch now began examining the hundreds of thousands of hopeful men who had listed themselves and had been ever so carefully screened as potential bondmates to Asari by the managers of the matchmaking site.
She had time and options and she was now looking forwards to Fiahnni's daughter's fashion show.
So much fun to be had!
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2181 – Friday - January 19 – 19:30 – Lyriania's Memorial Amphitheatre – Dassus City
Lileah'sah peeked out from behind the huge gauze stage curtain, over the massive crowd that had filled the amphitheatre with pride and amazement.
"I still can't believe it," she said quietly to Duncan as they observed the full venue from the wings of the stage.
He held her in front of him, his arms wrapping over hers, around her waist and linking over her belly comfortably. She loved that. Turning her head, she laid her left cheek against his chest so as not to poke him with the tendrils of her crest. It was the only thing she thought that humans had as a minor physical advantage over Asari, they had no crest at the back of their heads that could get in the way of things.
"Believe it my love. Our terrific Tre'mete has done it. Tonight is going to make her a legend. She deserves this."
Lileah'sah turned in his arms and looked up at him with a hint of self-doubt in her eyes.
"I know. Although a part of me feels shame Duncan. I should have done this decades ago for her yet I didn't. I was a selfish, self-centred, spoilt stupid maiden, too wrapped up in her own Varen-shit to do the right thing by the one who had always loved me for who I was. Tre'mete only ever wanted me to love her. You did this for her, not me," she said with a heavy sigh and laid her head back on his chest once more.
Duncan cuddled her tenderly.
"Hey there sweetness, you have helped our crazy mad amazing seamstress and bondmate. You have been her tower of strength through this. You have been at her side all the way, helping her with the business side of things. She couldn't have done this without you. Yes I have been the catalyst that brought this into existence but you my magnificent, musical healer, you were the one who made it all happen. Tre' would have been lost without your family connections. No one would have taken her seriously if not for you going to all those meetings with her. Now she is on the cusp of her triumph and we will celebrate like never before. Look, all our family are here, all our friends too. Tre'mete has worked herself hard and I think it was a stroke of genius that she got everyone in the crew, plus our friends children to be models for her garments tonight."
"Again you are correct my dearest darling man. Their Aretḗ is going to only soar after tonight. And Chianay and Elanini… goddess… I would never have thought that my beloved cousins would be fashion models," she giggled lightly.
It had taken the trio plus Chianay and Ray a lot of diligent work to finally persuade the shy, bookish Intelligence Analyst to model some of Tre'mete's clothing tonight. Elanini would be modelling the more demure and reserved lines of garments that Tre'mete had designed, clothing suited for Asari of Elanini's demeanour. The normally quiet Asari was now abuzz with excitement and nervous energy. Ray spoke to her in her aural bud.
"Remember Ela', you are beautiful, powerful and strong. All eyes will be on you but you will see none as you will be bathed in glorious light. Consider this a simple walk in the sunshine wearing fine clothing that your cousin has made for you."
"Thank you Ray. I am glad you are with me. I couldn't have done this without you."
"You are my family Ela' and my friend and I will do anything for you," said Ray humbly and meant every word.
Elanini blew a gentle kiss to one of the security cameras, knowing that Ray was watching her like a guardian angel. Chianay hugged her younger sister in a sign of affectionate support.
The AI along with Luenthvi were the masters behind the curtain, controlling all aspects of the upcoming show. Luenthvi was in the control room supervising the sound and lighting engineers and technicians in conjunction with Ray. Both Asari and AI had planned everything down to the last detail with Tre'mete, leaving nothing to chance. She got the two minute signal.
"Alright everyone, game faces on, it's showtime!" she said in a quiet yet commanding voice.
The Asari engineers and technicians nodded and began their final prechecks of all the systems.
A few minutes earlier, Fiahnni, Aenthiah and Raquelia, the family and close friends had been the last to enter the amphitheatre. A soaring glorious composition of human music rang out as the trio of Asari gracefully made their way through the building. Fiahnni had fallen in love with Händel's "Messiah" recently and shamelessly appropriated various pieces from the opera for herself. Her people loved it.
Jonah, Lomu, Di'naka and Nyanyzia flanked the Grand Matriarch, Fiahnni and Aenthiah. All the bodyguards resplendent in gleaming ceremonial yet fully functional battle armour.
Drokk led them all.
The Battlemaster's face was a picture of serenity as he quietly basked in the triumph of his clan. Krogan were ascendant, well at least in the republic of Dassus and only his clan but details, details he thought to himself with a gleeful inner smile. It was a start he mused to himself.
A storm of applause went up for the Grand Matriarch and Fiahnni, with people rising to their seats and cheering. They all knew what had happened two weeks prior; that the T'daari had shielded the people of Dassus from harm, had struck back at their hated enemies and triumphed, liberating the republic of Ulee from tyranny and returned it back to the rule of the people, by the people for the people. These were deeds worthy of song and celebration.
Fiahnni and Raquelia waved and smiled to their people who roared back with approval.
Behind them walked Kash'shara and Tito with Mirey and Hiroko by their sides. The rest of the family followed including Chianay and Elanini's mother, Sister Shaellei T'daari as well as other lesser relatives of the clan. Behind them came the human families as well as the Duke and Duchess of Northumberland, with the senior Acolytes and staff of House T'daari bringing up the end of the procession.
There was a mild degree of puzzlement in the crowd as they wondered amongst themselves where Lileah'sah and Duncan were and why they were not walking with the first family of Dassus? The reason, only known to the immediate family, was that Duncan had insisted that the couple didn't as he wanted the family to receive the ovation, not him. Also Lileah'sah and he were to open the show with some words of welcome to the audience.
Lileah'sah, while wanting him to be cheered, understood. In many ways such public ovations actually embarrassed Duncan. He almost hated them and avoided them as much as he could. It was enough for him to have done good for no acknowledgement as he followed the teachings of Marcus Aurelias in that fashion as best he could.
"We ought to do good to others as simply as a horse runs, or a bee makes honey, or a vine bears grapes season after season without thinking of the grapes it has borne." - Marcus Aurelius, Meditations, Book Five
Lileah'sah now embraced that maxim for herself. Tre'mete was still on her journey in this regard yet Duncan and herself knew their bondmate would get there soon enough.
Everyone now settled in their seats and the murmuring of the crowd died down.
The lights dimmed down to nothing, blackness engulfing the massive space with only the safety lights running along the stairways visible.
"It's time love," whispered Duncan as he took her left hand in his right. She nodded, gave his hand a squeeze and led him out.
They followed the faint light trail out onto the stage and made their way to their mark.
The spotlights came on a few seconds later, bathing the couple in a soft warm glow rather than a harsh bright white light.
"Good eve to you all, distinguished matriarchs, Justicars, honoured guests and gentle beings and welcome one and all. Tonight you are going to witness a watershed moment in Asari society. Tre'mete Lira, my best friend, my darling lover, my bond and soul mate has been inspired to follow her dream by my other magnificent bond and soul mate, Duncan Larkin. He has given her the wings in which she now will soar with. I present to you all, the first ever collection from Saucy Secrets. Thank you."
Lileah'sah bowed her head while Duncan just nodded briefly to the applause from the audience.
The lights dimmed again as the couple left the stage and went back to the wings.
The stage had been configured to be a massive runway, twenty meters in length and four meters wide, running into the heart of the audience. Lights appeared around the edge of the stage as the main gauze curtain rose.
The raising curtain revealed a full traditional thirty three member Asari orchestra, standing ready behind their ancient traditional Gal'lungael percussion instruments and drums.
Smoke machine expelled their scented, fragrant contents into the air and tiny particles of glitter fell from the domed ceiling, creating a myriad of sparkling motes of light that dazzled the senses.
The music started.
A resoundingly massive explosive thunderclap initially startled the audience was immediately followed by an ancient time-honoured piece of Asari ageless battle music which opened the show.
The drumming and rhythmical percussion started, the Asari musicians all acting in perfect harmony as they expertly pounded out the ancient song on their traditional instruments and drums. Blue Biotic auras flared up from the Asari musicians as they merged their fields with the instruments, creating intricate resonating cascades of interweaving harmonics.
The Asari orchestra then chanted out the archaic words, lifted together in glorious song:
"We are here, We are alive, We exist, We are One!".
All Asari knew this piece as it was timeless, a musical racial memory that reached back into their mists of their distant past, passed down from mother to daughter, generation to generation, yay unto the very first Asari who could remember who she was.
It was burned into the very DNA and souls of the Asari people.
All the Asari in the amphitheatre instinctively sang at the top of their voices, joining in the ancient song unconsciously. The Asari joyously sang out loudly and passionately, feeling the moment and its significance upon them.
This was the ultimate signifier of change, of death and rebirth, the end of old things, the dying of the light and the dawn of the beginning of new ideas.
The future is always born in conflict and pain. Change is inevitable.
Tre'mete was creating a massive statement to her people, the times were indeed "a changing".
The song concluded with a finale crescendo that resonated hugely within the amphitheatre.
As soon as the piece had finished, the spectators thundered out with massive approval, standing, cheering, clapping and shouting as this had not been performed in living memory to a live audience. And not a single garment had been displayed yet.
The lights dimmed once more and the audience settled back into their seats, all abuzz now as this was not your usual fashion show. This was art.
A new, more modern composition of Asari music began, starting softly yet building up, swelling with intensity and passion.
The lights focused on the stage and out strode a supremely confident Olivia McAlpine, dressed impeccably in an amazing ensemble that shouted style, elegance, charm and suitability for a young teenage maiden Asari.
Olivia was followed by her faithful companion Zara Wattling then Eliza Percy and finally Sam'nelea's daughters Gabriella and Triana Aguilar. All the Asari teenagers beamed their dazzling smiles to the roar of approval of the crowd as they strode down the runway. Already Asari matrons in the audience and those watching live began to place orders for these clothes for their young daughters as the garments looked so lovely yet sturdy and comfortable, perfect for a growing young Asari.
The teens paraded down the runway, stepping in time to the soaring music. Each stopped at the end, striking a series of poses before sauntering back to the stage as though it was just another day walking in the park.
The music shifted into a more militaristic themed tune.
Tre'mete had asked her comrades from the Perihelion if they would model for her. All stepped forward without a moment of hesitation.
Lead proudly by Captain Eshess, the elite crew marched out to the deafening hailing of the audience. New ceremonial parade uniforms for the Dassus Navy were on display and by the goddess they looked good was the consensus. Tre'mete came up with this herself as she knew that military contracts were always a big money earner. She would win it on merit, not her family connections. Tre'mete knew that her fellow commandos and Navy personnel would clamour for these new uniforms.
The crew all marched casually, with smiles all alight on their beautiful faces, waving to the cheering crowd. They looked magnificent as they filed down the runway.
As the last crew member departed the stage, new music followed the last piece.
Stepping into the light came Icilea and Heretonia, hand in hand with Pania Paewai and Emily Percy, Human and Turian together, an unmistakable symbol of the end of the enmity and the beginning of deep and enduring friendship between the species.
A huge roar of approval went up from everyone in the amphitheatre. A masterstroke of galactical political genius by Tre'mete and the T'daari family. An emblem of harmony and reconciliation which would hopefully resonate beyond Thessia.
The Turian females wore long elegant blue and silver gowns that perfectly suited their body structure and morphology while the young human women were clothed in similar Thessian Glitterwing black silk ball gowns, yet theirs were cut with plunging necklines and slit just enough on one side to reveal their shapely, long legs much to the salacious delight of all the Asari watching.
The four graceful beings made their way down the runway, gently waving and smiling to the audience who lustily cheered them on. Orders from the hundreds of thousands of Turian females who had made their home on Thessia began flowing in as well as the tens of thousands of human women watching who were also Thessian citizens, both species bonded to Asari.
Tre'mete, who was watching from the wings, saw on her data pad the stream of tens of thousands of orders which were flooding Saucy Secret's Extranet site.
She, Ray and Duncan had planned for this. Ray had networks of extra server farms to handle the deluge of incoming traffic. If they hadn't have done this, the whole site would have crashed leaving tens of thousands of potential customers angry and upset.
The brawny commando felt her bondmates gather her in their arms and she sighed with a blissful exhalation. This was what she had always dreamed of; her creations being something that people wanted to buy. And the love of her bondmates surrounding her was mana from the heavens.
Tre'mete had made it.
"I will always love you Tre'mete," said Duncan in her aural canal on her right side while Lileah'sah had to briefly ignite her lifting field to rise a few inches to be on the level of Tre'mete's left side aural canal.
"You will always be my heart Tre' my love," she whispered as they both embraced the muscular Asari.
Tre'mete closed her eyes and held back her tears of pure joy as she couldn't afford to have her make up ruined by streaks of tears.
"We are One," was all she could say back to them. Her bondmates lightly kissed her cheeks then laced their arms around Tre'mete's waist, the triad standing together, loving, indivisible and resolute, watching the show they had planned together over the past few weeks unfold.
The Turians and human females made their way back to the stage as the music switched into something that almost no one in the amphitheatre had ever heard before.
A driving electronic tune that had an incredible melody and kick ass back beat.
Olivia walked back out onto the runway after her and her companions had quickly changed, leading them once more, her confident radiant smile beaming for all to see. The Asari teenagers danced up the runway, skipping and twirling to this thumping surging electronica track. The audience took up the beat and started clapping in time with it. Many were inspired to stand up to dance to the music. Soon almost all in the amphitheatre were dancing.
The teens were dressed in chic and classy tunics and pants, each in a different arrangement and colour. Again, Asari mothers with young daughters nodded with approval and clicked the order button on their Omnitools and data pads. This was exactly what young Asari needed. The style was fashionable, and multi-purpose as it could be for formal occasions or everyday wear.
The music was replaced by a banging piece of electro-swing that made everyone's open eyes wide as this tune just rocked.
The Perihelion crew then sauntered out, dancing merrily to the music while the teens were still dancing out the front. Tre'mete had chosen to emulate classic human styles in the line up and had dressed her crew mates in garments that were inspired by 1920's fashions. Light silk knee length silken Flapper dresses with dozens of thin tassels scintillatingly shimmered and shined gloriously as the crew sashayed down the runway. Her choice of style and music massively gingered up the already excited crowd.
This wasn't art anymore, this was an EVENT!
Asari worldwide got their first taste of electro-swing music, loving the infectious melody and driving danceable beats as they watched the crew and the teens now Jive and Lindy Hop with each other on the stage. The Asari on the stage and runway used their biotics and lifted one another as they spun and twirled in time to the incredible rhythm.
The crowd went wild with cheering and tried to follow this phenomenal new style of dancing. Maidens globally and beyond into the Asari colonies, opened up Human Extranet pages, madly searching for lessons and examples on how to dance like this.
Olivia led her companions back through the dancing crew, waving to the cheers of the crowd.
Aenthiah watched her ward, her heart nearly bursting with pride. She sat with her own daughter, holding her hand, both of them totally transfixed by the sensational spectacle unfolding before them.
"Mother, she is incredible," said Lysila into Aenthiah's aural canal over the noise of the crowd and music. The Asari was most impressed with Matriarch Ruto's granddaughter and had recently heard the dramatic story of how Olivia and her two friends had defeated six commandos in hand to hand combat thanks to the training given by her mother to the teenagers.
"As are you my most precious child," responded Aenthiah with love in her eyes.
The Justicar was thrilled that Lysila had excepted her invitation to attend the show. That Lysila came at all was a minor miracle as she often avoided meeting her mother, the galactically famous Justicar, as she was completely against violence in all its forms although she did approve of Olivia's act of self-defence and understood what Aenthiah had committed herself to. She reached out and took Aenthiah's hand in hers and gently squeezed. A stone melted in the Justicar's heart as mother and daughter sat and enjoyed the amazing event together.
The lights dimmed once more and a new style of music began. A thumping base line with a loud high hat four four drum beat. The lights came back on.
Icilea, Heretonia, Emily and Pania strutted back onto the stage, this time dressed in very revealing underwear. The audience gasps them roared out their approval as they now examined what the four females were wearing. Saucy Secrets was now a legend in fashion as Tre'mete knew exactly what would suit humans and Turian females.
The four females had sultry, saucy wiggle in their hips as the seductively wandered down the runway. The crowd now heard a growly human voice begin to speak over the music as the four danced in a semi erotic fashion. The lights seemed to dim as the man continued to speak.
"There's so many things I like about you,
I just don't know where to begin,
I like the way you, look at me with those beautiful eyes,
I like the way you, act all surprised,
I like the way you, sing along,
I like the way you, always get it wrong,
I like the way you, clap your hands,
I like the way you, love to dance,
I like the way you, put your hands up in the air,
I like the way you, shake your hair,
I like the way you, like to touch,
I like the way you, stare so much,
But most of all...
Yeah.
Most of all..."
The music built to a rising crescendo, then the beat dropped and out stepped Chianay and Elanini.
I like the way you move...
[Songwriters: Christopher James Karyotakis / Dylan Burns]
The crowd went mental as the gorgeously stunning sisters strode and strutted down the stage together, the epitome of Asari beauty on glorious display. Never before had a consort deigned to be a fashion model yet this was perfection.
Once the initial sensation had passed the audience focused on what the sisters were wearing.
Mouths were covered in shock and eyes widened hilarious amazement as they could clearly see on the enormous video screens which clearly displayed what Chianay and Elanini had on.
The pair were wearing a well cut lacey silk bra that had a pair of Blue hands printed on the front of the cups, seemingly holding the breasts within.
It was the underwear though that nearly caused a riot.
Both were wearing the panties that Duncan had come up with.
Stunning high cut panties cut in a thong style, both silvery white in colour, covered in lots of little ice-cream cones with the logo printed boldly on the front in High Thessian saying,
"It's not going to lick itself!"
Pandemonium!
Laughter, incredulous screaming, raucous cheering and furious applause erupted from the crowd.
Lysila sat stunned, wide eyed while Aenthiah just smirked to herself as she knew what the crowning moment of the show would be as she had regularly melded with Duncan, both of them sharing their thoughts and experiences. She knew how his incredibly cheeky and mischievous mind worked. And she knew Tre'mete would have nearly wet herself laughing when he told her of this idea.
The Justicar glanced across to her left and saw her faithful Acolyte Saendi howling with laughter as were other members of the T'daari family. Raquelia was gently shaking her head but had a huge smile on her face. Fiahnni was cackling like a lunatic. Kash'shara was totally gobsmacked while Tito had fallen off his chair laughing in hysterics. Mirey and Hiroko were shrieking in convulsive giggles. The human families with their Asari partners that were now a part of the house of T'daari were howling with merriment at the audacity that Duncan and Tre'mete had gone with. Even Drokk and Fiahnni's bodyguards couldn't contain themselves. Aenthiah was heartened to see Nari and Lyessrae creased up laughing together at the ridiculously funny panties. She was especially amused to see Chianay and Elanini's mother, Sister Shaellei, guffawing loudly at the sight of her daughters wearing such lurid underwear.
The biggest joke in Asari history was an astoundingly enormous success.
Always make 'em laugh… thought Duncan as he hugged Tre'mete tightly while the trio watched from the wings.
The teenagers and crew came out, this time dressed in a combination of swimwear and casual attire, all now dancing to the ecstatic adulation of the audience who were all up and grooving away to the fantastic music being played.
The BodyRocker's song finally finished and all the models on stage turned and started to clap to welcome the true star of the show, Tre'mete.
Daft Punk's "One More Time" classic track started playing as Tre'mete, walked out leading her bondmates with her. A furious storm of applause and biotic Asari salutes resonated throughout the space.
There was no need for the audience to give a standing ovation as the entire amphitheatre were already on their feet dancing.
Tre'mete, radiant with a smile of quiet triumph, stepped forward letting go of her bondmates hands, took her bow and waved to the adulation of the crowd.
She had succeeded beyond her wildest dreams. Tre'mete turned and took her bondmates hands in hers and led them in bowing again to the audience and those watching from beyond. She could not have done this without them. Tre'mete shone with a biotic glow of pure happiness.
Saucy Secrets was a sensational stellar success.

Lifting Yourself Up (-400): The powers you have gained here work just like an invisible muscle. Ignore them, and they will stagnate. But actively use and train them, and you will see just how far dedication can take you. And now, all other abilities in your repertoire gain the same potential. Exercising your powers will increase their strength, no matter of what nature they might be or how mighty they already are. Unlike normal exercise, where after a certain point further progress becomes simply impossible, you will always see the same gains if you keep on putting in the time and effort. Don't neglect you real muscles, though. Playing superman is only fun if you also look the part
Hypnos Gene* (300CP): That which does not kill you, makes you stronger. Of course depending on who you talk to this could easily be a load of bullshit, but some seem determined to prove it right. This is an incredibly rare gene, rarer than even the genes that bond the host with Progenitor and its derivatives. It works by killing the weaker cells through natural selection, leaving only the strongest to keep the organism ongoing and encouraging the reproduction of the better cells. However, keep in mind that this is an extremely slow process, so don't expect to take on giants for a good long time... but one day you could. Time will be your greatest ally with this... a very slow, but steady ally.
Supernatural Savant (-600): People have all sorts of talents. Some are good at sports, some have amazing voices, some are great at computer games, and some are ridiculously good at using their superpowers. Wait, scratch that, the last one is just you. You have an inborn talent for using any extraordinary abilities you might have in your arsenal, and coming up with new uses for them. In just a few weeks, you could go from only being able to use rudimentary telekinesis for the movement of small objects to creating barriers with it, easily shaping and moving gases and liquids, affecting things you cannot perceive with your senses, diverting and controlling energies such as lightning, and feeling your surroundings through telekinetic feelers. One might even wonder if the original power was capable of such feats, or if you invented them yourself. But there’s no need for wonderment: if you diligently train and experiment with your abilities, you will see yourself able to use them in ways impossible to grasp for any others, pushing both the power and yourself beyond their limits. So long as you are creative, the various tricks and specializations you invent this way will allow you to advance your power in ways beyond just raw strength, and perhaps topple even giants with the metaphorical sling
Misery Loves Company (-600): All the negativity you experience in life - all the fear, anger, and jealousy - are, as their name suggests, not something one would like to feel. At least not most of the time. In combat though, that bit of anger can mean the difference between staying down and losing or getting up again for one last round. In your case, said difference is far beyond mere mentality and adrenaline. As you feel more and more miserable, no matter what shape that misery might take, you will see yourself become hardier, in both mind and body. You’ll find enemy attacks registering less and less in your mind as you shrug off even the most gruesome injuries, ignoring the pain and soldiering ever onwards despite how they should normally hinder you. Even as a limbless wreck knocking on Death’s door, you would still find it in you to knock over your adversaries like a bowling pin and tear them to pieces with your teeth. Your wounds just make you fight all that harder, letting a weak teenager shatter bones like glass, and you become more in tune with your body and surroundings, seemingly dodging attacks on instinct you couldn’t have seen and moving with the grace of a martial arts master. This also affects your powers, as you are using all available resources to bash some heads in. Somebody who could scarcely lift a rock on a good day might just tear their foes in half, if they were cornered enough, and use their powers with a focus and skill they normally couldn’t have dreamed of.
Blood Type + (Discount Medic): You are a universal donor and receiver both with blood and plasma and produce much more lifeblood for such purposes without changes to your diet being required. You could give enough of each for eight guys without keeling over, receiving either from any creature that shares your form, and your blood has no shelf life allowing it to be stored indefinitely even in hot temperatures. You are also able to transfer exact copies of any powers or perks you possess via blood with the exact specifications entirely up to you. Abilities thus given to others will grow over time and with use. Note: Blood transfusion is not the only means to pass on any abilities via blood, if you just want to put a few drops in someone’s drink that works too.
This Single Dream [400 CP] The last thing Miracleman and Liz Moran were expecting when their daughter was born was for her to speak only minutes out of the womb, or for her to become the most advanced being in the universe before her first birthday. Your own children will see similar growth in their bodies, minds, and powers. They’ll inherit all of your powers, surpassing you as infants, and by the time they’re adults their abilities will vastly outstrip even that. This applies to any superpowers and natural abilities, as well as traits like strength and intelligence.
Miraculous Growth [600 CP] Following his attempted murder in orbit, Kid Miracleman flew below the radar for two decades under the guise of his secret identity, Johnny Bates. Despite barely using his powers at all during that time, they didn’t atrophy. Quite the opposite, in fact. Kid Miracleman grew so strong he was able to effortlessly beat Miracleman into unconsciousness. You see similar retention and growth in your strength in power. It never weakens through disuse, instead growing more powerful over time. This allows any kind of superpower to grow without limit.

Updated Gorgoroth a couple of months ago, filled it with some decent orcs: flame of war, pretender, earth-scorcher, of the spiders, endless, guardian of mordor, pain seeker, the venomous, blood flood, the scorpion, Bruz, the legendary, and a necromancer commander. Keen to see how it holds up against users without hacked orcs and wrathgiver.
steam username is variag92. feel free to share thoughts on how long it took, which parts of the fort were easiemore difficult, etc. Cheers.