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2023.06.08 23:02 Cocao_Nibs The Duelist in Purple Armor v2 Remastered, Chapter 2
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Well, it only took Canada burning and the East Coast turning into smoky rendition of a Mexico filter for this chapter to finally reach completion. Regularly-scheduled programming should hopefully resume after July 4th. Until then, drink some water, don't do gender reveals in the forest, and hang in there, guys!
Pursuant to Imperial Decree 10928, and in recognition of the reservist nature of the unit, the 1st Rocket Artillery Regiment has been found to satisfy the standards outlined in the Decree. However, in light of the significant budget and nonmaterial resource allocations that were required to bring the aforementioned unit up to levels considered satisfactory by existing standards, additional considerations beyond readiness and training levels must be taken into account.
Throughout the appeals process, you have repeatedly indicated that you believe rocket artillery to still have a place on the modern battlefield, citing recent reports from the Terran Planetary District command of the Sol System sector, as well as early after-action reports from the Intervention on Raknos, which you claim to support your argument. However, further investigation into this claim by independent analysts on behalf of Armored Warfare Command has found it to hold no merit in light of the recent restructuring outlined in detail in prior communications. Simply put, neither the Empress, nor her advisors, believe that the maintenance and garrisoning of units intended strictly for low-intensity counter-insurgency operations remains doctrinally viable.
Additionally, the excessive monetary and nonmonetary resources you requested in preparation for the evaluation, in light of the on-par, verging on substandard performance of the 1st Rocket Artillery Regiment, even accounting for the large number of fresh troops that needed to be drawn down from other posts to fill out its ranks, is highly suggestive on the part of you, the honorable Ashira Rakishal. This discrepancy is of high importance, and you may rest assured that it has already been publicly filed by the time this letter appears in your inbox.
Such a discrepancy is indicative of either incompetence or corruption on your part. Commanding officers may face demotion or a possible dishonorable discharge for the former, or, for the latter, a fine totalling no more than one-and-a-half times the estimated sum of the damages assessed, guaranteed dishonorable discharge and a potential prison term of no more than four years. Due to there being no evidence to suggest the latter, the former approach has been suggested by the Armored Warfare Command. Effective fourteen (14) days after this order is signed, your rank will be reduced and you will be relieved of commanding the Regiment. You may be restationed at this time, and your government-issued devices may be deactivated to facilitate this restationing. The 1st Rocket Artillery Division, in accordance with Decree 10928, will be dissolved and its assets relocated to other units wherever possible. Any remaining property will be auctioned under section 12.57.3(g) of the Naval and Marine Surplus Handling Act of 651 at the Val’tira Central Forwarding Depot.
Ashira finished reading the letter, but the words meant nothing to her. She hadn't slept in half a week, if not longer, in anticipation of the results from her hearing. In fact, she'd hardly gotten up from her desk; the 1st RAR was on leave until the final verdict would be announced publicly, and it was all she could do but to refresh her inbox every few minutes and watch mindless clips in the background that she hardly heard and never managed to remember a word from.
She tried reading it again, but the letters seemed to float off the screen, each one wrapped in a halo of bluish white screen glow. Nothing made sense.
'We were found to be satisfactory, but then… why does it talk about my rank? Am I getting promoted? There was something about dishonorable discharges, too, so… are some of my girls getting let go? I guess I will have to break the news to them. And it said something about budget overruns… well, mom still owes me from when she forgot to get me anything for my eighteenth last month, so I guess she can pay them back for all the equipment and training I had to authorize…'
Her thoughts were already drifting off into a vague haze when her stomach made a low noise, reminding her of the fact that she hadn't eaten in hours, mostly because her supply of food had run dry. Almost in a trance, she rose from her desk and, almost on autopilot, set about getting ready to go out and do some shopping, as she always did. The floor of her living quarters was almost entirely hidden by weeks-old discarded packaging, mountains of dirty clothes, and bottles half-filled with liquid that was either expired juice or urine. Narrow paths snaked through the mess; one to the bathroom, one to her bed, and one more still to the door, which she now slowly shambled towards.
Ashira pulled a pair of battered combat boots over her bare feet - she'd run out of socks that didn't offend her senses some weeks prior - without bothering to lace them, shoved her wallet into the front pocket of the fireproof jumpsuit she wore with absolutely nothing underneath and hadn't changed out of all week, and shoved the door open to head out. Immediately, the smell - or, perhaps, a lack thereof - of the corridor hit her. All the sleeping quarters were locked. It was quiet. Though her boots were heavy, her footsteps barely made a noise as she plodded along the thick, purple and topaz-blue carpet that lined the floor.
The door to the lobby was propped open by a cleaner's cart, and a heavy perfume of chemical detergents wafted through the opening as she approached. In the lobby was a small, older Helkam male, with his long and, in places, graying hair tied back with a beige bandana that matched his civilian contractor's coveralls, just as his green noise-canceling headphones matched the company logo on his uniform. He was dutifully mopping the already nigh-spotless polished stone floor, and there was only a narrow dry strip connecting doorway to doorway.
“‘Scuse me,” she mumbled, tapping him on the shoulder to alert him to her presence. “Coming through.”
He flinched away from her touch, and she flinched away from him, as though his own shock was contagious. “The fuck, you touch me!?” He exclaimed, whipping around to face her, mop at the ready like a Turox-prod. His face burned a pale but furious violet, contorted with fear and a readiness to fight. But, just as suddenly as he’d come to face her, his expression became one of confusion. His mop dipped down, and they stood in silence for a split second that seemed to drag on for entire minutes. Then, he made an odd face, as if of disgust or contempt, and stepped aside, motioning for her to pass by him.
Ashira would have been puzzled by this, if only she were not so frazzled and caught up in her own thoughts. She stepped outside and was immediately hit by a cool breeze; it was night out, and the wind blew in just as it always did. Not that it bothered her much; over the previous months, she had found that it didn’t seem to affect her very much. The only reason she wasn’t feeling the full brunt of the evening gales was that the buildings around the officer’s quarters were mostly two- and three-story affairs, their height and old, weathered stone cladding the last specters of the prominence and prestige the base enjoyed in the long-before times. Before the Unification Wars were but a distant memory. Before the Periphery had become the final, unconquerable frontier. Before the Empress-damned mess that was Raknos. Before Rocket Artillery had become hopelessly obsolete.
The wind blew, relentless and steadfast, as she trudged towards the only place on-base that still had its lights on. The general store. She didn’t know what she wanted to buy there, nor if there would indeed be anything on the shelves that she’d want to buy, but she felt she had to try, anyway. The only rest she could get now was chemically-assisted, either through over-the-counter sleeping pills, or copious volumes of booze, or, when the going got particularly rough, a combination of both. She was vaguely aware of the damage she was probably inflicting upon her organs, but she figured that they were a worthy sacrifice. Still, some days she couldn't fall asleep, even boozed up and medicated as much as she would dare, so she would lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, hoping that the splitting headaches she would get from that chemical cocktail would make her ears ring loud enough to drown out her intrusive thoughts.
The store wasn't particularly warm when she entered, and it reeked of cigarette smoke and mildew as always. The nearest set of shelves to the door were stocked with bags of some sort of imported breaded meat snacks labeled Pufriyah - Ancestral Recipe, Modern Taste! across the top shelf and cases of Red Grains across the bottom, as if some long-forgotten planner had seen into the future and anticipated Ashira's shopping habits exactly. Without much thought, she pulled a case of the Reds off the bottom shelf, her back, which had been sore for months by then, crying out in pain that just barely cut through her apathy. She threw a few bags of the Pufriyah snacks on top of it, entirely indifferent to their name, slogan, and brown-furred chibi mascot that spoke to their Rakiri intended consumer base.
'It's all just carbs and protein at the end of the day,' she figured. It wasn't like she could taste much of them anyway, had she really cared to learn their flavor. It was close to a month prior that she'd caught a nasty cold, and her constant sleep deprivation and stress hadn't lent themselves to it clearing itself up on its own. Her senses of taste and smell were unnecessary to her whipping her unit into shape, she'd decided, once she learned that the antivirals she needed to take to make her symptoms clear up would need her to be on bed rest for three straight days. She could always take them later, anyway.
The bottles of Red Grain clanked against each other as Ashira heaved the case onto the checkout counter. The bags on top of it slid off, and she only just caught them in time. The noise awoke the lone cashier, another civilian contractor, from her nap atop her wobbly three-legged stool. She quite inelegantly hopped off of it and came to lean against the counter with one hand, the other lazily waving the scanner of a specialized Data-Slate over the merchandise.
"ID for the Reds," the cashier groggily slurred out, patting down her many pockets in search of a cigarette box. "Standard procedure, nothing personal against you."
Ashira stared at her, dumbfounded, for a few moments too many, before it hit her that she needed to pull up her Marine Profile on her Slate. Mumbling an apology mixed with an excuse, she reached into one of the few - albeit cavernously huge - pockets of her fireproof suit and produced the grimy government-issue device in question. The lock screen was set to her ID, just to make such common interactions go by quicker.
She pushed the Slate across the counter, expecting to get it slid back to her in a few moments, and maybe a manufactured smile and a nod if the cashier noticed the Rakishal House crest in the corner and realized she was of noble blood. But this time, none of that happened. The woman across from her frowned, squinting as she analyzed something about the ID, her face no more than perhaps a few centimeters from it. She looked up at Ashira, then back down at the ID, then back at her, and then all of a sudden her confusion melted into some odd mixture of shock and disgust. She wordlessly pushed the Slate back across the counter, scanned the case of Red Grain, and then motioned to a now very baffled and somewhat offended Ashira that she was free to leave.
In her sleep-deprived state, Ashira had barely the mental capacity to remember where the door was, much less to ponder the deeper meaning behind what had transpired. Vowing to come back the next day, after getting a good night's sleep, and get the insolent cashier fired, she trudged out of the shop, back to the officers' quarters, where the Helkam man was still toiling away in the lobby, now wiping down the Turox-leather seats, and into her own suite.
She brushed the most egregious of the trash from her bed, with the arm that wasn't clutching the spoils of her trek to her chest, and allowed gravity to gracelessly guide her into its soft, fitted-sheet embrace. With a sigh of barely-felt relief, she cracked the cap off her first bottle with her tusks and took a long, well-earned swig.
The next thing she knew, it was morning.
Everything hurt. Ashira's muscles all ached like she'd run every Deathshead Commando bootcamp course, back-to-back, without stopping. Her head felt like a bloated, rotten gourd, ready to burst at the slightest touch. Even though her eyes were closed, what little light made it through them felt as though it was piercing straight through her eyeballs and into her brain. However, through it all, she noted an odd, almost pleasant sensation that she hadn't felt in so long, she'd almost forgotten the word for it.
'Empress all-powerful, this must be the first time in almost a year that I've had a full night's sleep!'
Ashira would have kept laying there, exactly where she was. The room was quiet. No one needed her. Her unit was stood down for another few days. She could just stay in bed, in peace, and wait for the pain to subside. But the very second she considered that possibility, her bladder cried in agony, and she simultaneously came to the realizations that she would not be able to hold it in for even a minute longer, and that she was wearing her only set of relatively-clean clothes.
She pushed herself up and onto her feet, and that motion sent showers of sparks cascading through her vision, even as her eyes stayed firmly shut. Her ears rang from the pain as though she'd stuck her head between the prongs of a colossal tuning fork, her limbs felt numb as she stumbled through her room, and the only way she could tell up from down was from the direction gravity kept pulling her every time she lost her balance.
She hit the door frame to the bathroom by chance, only recognizing it as the right one by the light switch her elbow painfully caught. From there, she went entirely by feel. There was the sink, the towel rack, the soap dispenser, the shower door… and finally, having run out of wrong things to blindly grope around for, her hand bumped into the tank of the toilet. Even bending down made her head fill with the pounding beat of her heart, every pulse seeming to try and push her brain out of her skull through her eyes and ears. She nearly blacked out as she sat down.
The next thing Ashira knew, she was doubled over her sink, dry-heaving, her fireproof pants pulled back up around her waist but neither zipped shut nor clipped together at the front. She knew for certain that nothing had come up, because she was newly aware of the desiccated dryness in her mouth and throat, as if all her flesh had been replaced with fine-grit sandpaper. Still lacking the resolve to open her eyes, she blindly clawed at the knobs of the sink until water began to pour, and then began scooping handfuls of it into her mouth.
After a few gulps, she began to feel a bit better. Her mouth, though it still felt dry as ever, was at least now rid of the horrible, sour, metallic taste that she hadn't registered until it was gone, and the unintentional splashing of water onto her face did wonders in helping her start to truly wake up. The very next instant, though, a numbing pain spread across her hands and face, and down her throat. The water was freezing cold.
That didn't deter Ashira, though, and she kept drinking until she knew that she would not be able to swallow a drop more without throwing up. Her hands were numb from the frigid water, as was her face. Icy rivulets streamed down her chin and throat and under her unzipped collar, leaving cool, glistening trails across her breasts and stomach.
Somehow, this numbness that spread across her fingers and cheeks seemed to have carried over to her hangover, as well, though whether it was the rapid cooling, or the much-needed hydration, or both, she neither knew nor cared. Her head now hurt with the intensity of just any old headache, her skin did not feel two sizes too small for her organs, and her muscles and joints barely ached with any more intensity than they usually did.
She opened her eyes for the first time since she'd gotten out of bed, ready and eager to take full advantage of her hangover cure while its effects still lasted, and almost fell over as she stumbled away from the mirror in shock. The reflection in the mirror was decidedly not her.
Bloodshot eyes stared out at her from dark, sunken orbits; two craters on a puffy face rendered a waxy, pale bluish lilac by months of near-total involuntary isolation from the daylight. Raven hair framed that lifeless visage, once kept neat and short, now a wild, greasy, and, above all, long Seetcha's nest. It had once had lively sun-bleached streaks where her beret and headset did not fully cover it, from when she would ride head-out in her trusty command Ishtarti-603, but they were now mere faded tips spread unevenly through the carbon-black tangle.
The rest of her was not in much better shape. Her bust, though always on the fuller size, was nonetheless noticeably larger than it had been the last time Ashira had inspected her reflection, and doubtless was the cause of her incessant back pain. In the same moment, she became aware that her breasts rested not against the top of her six-pack - which, while rarely worked out and never particularly defined, had, in its mere presence, still been a point of quiet pride for her - but at the upper limits of a beer gut, whose faint outline was visible even under the baggy suit she was wearing for the umpteenth day in a row, and which stood as a testament to the inertia she had descended into while trying to force the RAR into motion.
'Fuck, there's the evidence of my battle. Mom was right, I do eat like a Turox before the slaughter. I have no self-control. Why do I even bother with this restructuring business if I can't even keep to my own damn fitness goals?' Her gloom, though deep and all-consuming while it weighed upon her soul, dissipated just as quickly as it set in. 'But I knew it would happen, so why does it surprise me? I knew going in that I was burning myself up in the present to keep future me warm. It's just a few kilos. A dozen at most. No big deal. Just need a bit more exercise for a month or two and I'll be right back in parade shape!'
It did, however, make her think to place an order with the on-base supply depot for some new clothes. With the Unification Day festivities looming, it would simply not do for this quite temporary distortion of her Noble figure to be so brazen, she firmly decided.
The order would have to wait, however. When Ashira brought out her government-issued Data-Slate from her front pocket in a familiar motion, already compiling a list of all the workout gear, field uniforms, and parade garb she would need in a size up, the device, in an apparent bout of unruliness, first resisted her efforts to turn it on, and when it was finally made to do so, simply boot-looped endlessly on the startup screen. For all intents and purposes, it was a Slate-shaped paperweight, and Ashira didn’t even have enough physical documents in her possession to make use of this one purpose it had left.
‘First my clothes, now the one Slate mom can’t track me on. What’s next, is my ID going to expire all of a sudden? Will my physical Chit card have a bad contact?’
There was only so much she could take at one time, so she decided to do the sensible thing and get something to eat before returning to dealing with her problems. She pulled out her Slate. It was almost noon.
'No one needs to see me like this. How can I command the regiment if they see me in such a state? I'll order breakfast - well, lunch now, but who's really counting? - and I can join everyone for dinner, once I get a chance to order in some new clothes, and shower, and maybe do something with my hair.'
With a practiced motion, so automatic it was almost a reflex, she swiped through the interface until she found what she was looking for. There, between Combatters forum sites, was a saved page for the Hungry Gal's order menu. Her chit was already saved in the system. All she needed was to tap on "Large Hot Meal #5 - Drink Combo" and…
CHIT DECLINED - PAYMENT BLOCKED
"That can't be right," Ashira muttered aloud as she tapped the button again, over and over, to the same effect. "It's a government card. Unless- ah, right, it must be the new policy they were talking about! Can't believe they made food expenses count as personal expenditure only, the nerve of these credit-pinching…"
She went into the payment details section of the page, switched the number to her personal one, and selected "Large Hot Meal #5 - Drink Combo" again. This time, a new message appeared.
INVALID ACCOUNT - DEACTIVATED
The gnawing hunger in her stomach disappeared in an instant, replaced by a solid iron bar of dread. Why was her account deactivated? Who could have done it? The only other person with access privileges was her own mother, and why would she…?
Ashira knew the answer. She didn't want to know it, to acknowledge that she knew it for fear of what it meant, but she did. With shaking hands, she opened the notification screen of her Slate, and saw she had unread messages from her family group chat. She tapped that notification, expecting a deluge of fury about her weight, her spending habits, her slovenly appearance in public, or any manner of other things, but there was but one message, sent earlier that morning. It was from her mother, indeed, but it was just four words long.
I got the letter.
She wanted to protest, to scream, "What letter could you possibly mean?," but she couldn't. A memory, hazy from the fog of insomnia that had dulled her thoughts at the time, played against her volition in her mind. The words hadn't made sense to her then, but they did now. Robotically, she closed the message from her mother and searched through her inbox for one marked with a government seal. She opened it, and read it in silence. The last few lines were the hardest to read, because by then the tears had begun to well up in her eyes.
It was over. Her career, her noble status, her finances, her life as she knew it… they were all gone, and it had taken just one letter to send it all crashing down.
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Well, it only took Canada burning and the East Coast turning into smoky rendition of a Mexico filter for this chapter to finally reach completion. Regularly-scheduled programming should hopefully resume after July 4th. Until then, drink some water, don't do gender reveals in the forest, and hang in there, guys!
Pursuant to Imperial Decree 10928, and in recognition of the reservist nature of the unit, the 1st Rocket Artillery Regiment has been found to satisfy the standards outlined in the Decree. However, in light of the significant budget and nonmaterial resource allocations that were required to bring the aforementioned unit up to levels considered satisfactory by existing standards, additional considerations beyond readiness and training levels must be taken into account.
Throughout the appeals process, you have repeatedly indicated that you believe rocket artillery to still have a place on the modern battlefield, citing recent reports from the Terran Planetary District command of the Sol System sector, as well as early after-action reports from the Intervention on Raknos, which you claim to support your argument. However, further investigation into this claim by independent analysts on behalf of Armored Warfare Command has found it to hold no merit in light of the recent restructuring outlined in detail in prior communications. Simply put, neither the Empress, nor her advisors, believe that the maintenance and garrisoning of units intended strictly for low-intensity counter-insurgency operations remains doctrinally viable.
Additionally, the excessive monetary and nonmonetary resources you requested in preparation for the evaluation, in light of the on-par, verging on substandard performance of the 1st Rocket Artillery Regiment, even accounting for the large number of fresh troops that needed to be drawn down from other posts to fill out its ranks, is highly suggestive on the part of you, the honorable Ashira Rakishal. This discrepancy is of high importance, and you may rest assured that it has already been publicly filed by the time this letter appears in your inbox.
Such a discrepancy is indicative of either incompetence or corruption on your part. Commanding officers may face demotion or a possible dishonorable discharge for the former, or, for the latter, a fine totalling no more than one-and-a-half times the estimated sum of the damages assessed, guaranteed dishonorable discharge and a potential prison term of no more than four years. Due to there being no evidence to suggest the latter, the former approach has been suggested by the Armored Warfare Command. Effective fourteen (14) days after this order is signed, your rank will be reduced and you will be relieved of commanding the Regiment. You may be restationed at this time, and your government-issued devices may be deactivated to facilitate this restationing. The 1st Rocket Artillery Division, in accordance with Decree 10928, will be dissolved and its assets relocated to other units wherever possible. Any remaining property will be auctioned under section 12.57.3(g) of the Naval and Marine Surplus Handling Act of 651 at the Val’tira Central Forwarding Depot.
Ashira finished reading the letter, but the words meant nothing to her. She hadn't slept in half a week, if not longer, in anticipation of the results from her hearing. In fact, she'd hardly gotten up from her desk; the 1st RAR was on leave until the final verdict would be announced publicly, and it was all she could do but to refresh her inbox every few minutes and watch mindless clips in the background that she hardly heard and never managed to remember a word from.
She tried reading it again, but the letters seemed to float off the screen, each one wrapped in a halo of bluish white screen glow. Nothing made sense.
'We were found to be satisfactory, but then… why does it talk about my rank? Am I getting promoted? There was something about dishonorable discharges, too, so… are some of my girls getting let go? I guess I will have to break the news to them. And it said something about budget overruns… well, mom still owes me from when she forgot to get me anything for my eighteenth last month, so I guess she can pay them back for all the equipment and training I had to authorize…'
Her thoughts were already drifting off into a vague haze when her stomach made a low noise, reminding her of the fact that she hadn't eaten in hours, mostly because her supply of food had run dry. Almost in a trance, she rose from her desk and, almost on autopilot, set about getting ready to go out and do some shopping, as she always did. The floor of her living quarters was almost entirely hidden by weeks-old discarded packaging, mountains of dirty clothes, and bottles half-filled with liquid that was either expired juice or urine. Narrow paths snaked through the mess; one to the bathroom, one to her bed, and one more still to the door, which she now slowly shambled towards.
Ashira pulled a pair of battered combat boots over her bare feet - she'd run out of socks that didn't offend her senses some weeks prior - without bothering to lace them, shoved her wallet into the front pocket of the fireproof jumpsuit she wore with absolutely nothing underneath and hadn't changed out of all week, and shoved the door open to head out. Immediately, the smell - or, perhaps, a lack thereof - of the corridor hit her. All the sleeping quarters were locked. It was quiet. Though her boots were heavy, her footsteps barely made a noise as she plodded along the thick, purple and topaz-blue carpet that lined the floor.
The door to the lobby was propped open by a cleaner's cart, and a heavy perfume of chemical detergents wafted through the opening as she approached. In the lobby was a small, older Helkam male, with his long and, in places, graying hair tied back with a beige bandana that matched his civilian contractor's coveralls, just as his green noise-canceling headphones matched the company logo on his uniform. He was dutifully mopping the already nigh-spotless polished stone floor, and there was only a narrow dry strip connecting doorway to doorway.
“‘Scuse me,” she mumbled, tapping him on the shoulder to alert him to her presence. “Coming through.”
He flinched away from her touch, and she flinched away from him, as though his own shock was contagious. “The fuck, you touch me!?” He exclaimed, whipping around to face her, mop at the ready like a Turox-prod. His face burned a pale but furious violet, contorted with fear and a readiness to fight. But, just as suddenly as he’d come to face her, his expression became one of confusion. His mop dipped down, and they stood in silence for a split second that seemed to drag on for entire minutes. Then, he made an odd face, as if of disgust or contempt, and stepped aside, motioning for her to pass by him.
Ashira would have been puzzled by this, if only she were not so frazzled and caught up in her own thoughts. She stepped outside and was immediately hit by a cool breeze; it was night out, and the wind blew in just as it always did. Not that it bothered her much; over the previous months, she had found that it didn’t seem to affect her very much. The only reason she wasn’t feeling the full brunt of the evening gales was that the buildings around the officer’s quarters were mostly two- and three-story affairs, their height and old, weathered stone cladding the last specters of the prominence and prestige the base enjoyed in the long-before times. Before the Unification Wars were but a distant memory. Before the Periphery had become the final, unconquerable frontier. Before the Empress-damned mess that was Raknos. Before Rocket Artillery had become hopelessly obsolete.
The wind blew, relentless and steadfast, as she trudged towards the only place on-base that still had its lights on. The general store. She didn’t know what she wanted to buy there, nor if there would indeed be anything on the shelves that she’d want to buy, but she felt she had to try, anyway. The only rest she could get now was chemically-assisted, either through over-the-counter sleeping pills, or copious volumes of booze, or, when the going got particularly rough, a combination of both. She was vaguely aware of the damage she was probably inflicting upon her organs, but she figured that they were a worthy sacrifice. Still, some days she couldn't fall asleep, even boozed up and medicated as much as she would dare, so she would lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, hoping that the splitting headaches she would get from that chemical cocktail would make her ears ring loud enough to drown out her intrusive thoughts.
The store wasn't particularly warm when she entered, and it reeked of cigarette smoke and mildew as always. The nearest set of shelves to the door were stocked with bags of some sort of imported breaded meat snacks labeled Pufriyah - Ancestral Recipe, Modern Taste! across the top shelf and cases of Red Grains across the bottom, as if some long-forgotten planner had seen into the future and anticipated Ashira's shopping habits exactly. Without much thought, she pulled a case of the Reds off the bottom shelf, her back, which had been sore for months by then, crying out in pain that just barely cut through her apathy. She threw a few bags of the Pufriyah snacks on top of it, entirely indifferent to their name, slogan, and brown-furred chibi mascot that spoke to their Rakiri intended consumer base.
'It's all just carbs and protein at the end of the day,' she figured. It wasn't like she could taste much of them anyway, had she really cared to learn their flavor. It was close to a month prior that she'd caught a nasty cold, and her constant sleep deprivation and stress hadn't lent themselves to it clearing itself up on its own. Her senses of taste and smell were unnecessary to her whipping her unit into shape, she'd decided, once she learned that the antivirals she needed to take to make her symptoms clear up would need her to be on bed rest for three straight days. She could always take them later, anyway.
The bottles of Red Grain clanked against each other as Ashira heaved the case onto the checkout counter. The bags on top of it slid off, and she only just caught them in time. The noise awoke the lone cashier, another civilian contractor, from her nap atop her wobbly three-legged stool. She quite inelegantly hopped off of it and came to lean against the counter with one hand, the other lazily waving the scanner of a specialized Data-Slate over the merchandise.
"ID for the Reds," the cashier groggily slurred out, patting down her many pockets in search of a cigarette box. "Standard procedure, nothing personal against you."
Ashira stared at her, dumbfounded, for a few moments too many, before it hit her that she needed to pull up her Marine Profile on her Slate. Mumbling an apology mixed with an excuse, she reached into one of the few - albeit cavernously huge - pockets of her fireproof suit and produced the grimy government-issue device in question. The lock screen was set to her ID, just to make such common interactions go by quicker.
She pushed the Slate across the counter, expecting to get it slid back to her in a few moments, and maybe a manufactured smile and a nod if the cashier noticed the Rakishal House crest in the corner and realized she was of noble blood. But this time, none of that happened. The woman across from her frowned, squinting as she analyzed something about the ID, her face no more than perhaps a few centimeters from it. She looked up at Ashira, then back down at the ID, then back at her, and then all of a sudden her confusion melted into some odd mixture of shock and disgust. She wordlessly pushed the Slate back across the counter, scanned the case of Red Grain, and then motioned to a now very baffled and somewhat offended Ashira that she was free to leave.
In her sleep-deprived state, Ashira had barely the mental capacity to remember where the door was, much less to ponder the deeper meaning behind what had transpired. Vowing to come back the next day, after getting a good night's sleep, and get the insolent cashier fired, she trudged out of the shop, back to the officers' quarters, where the Helkam man was still toiling away in the lobby, now wiping down the Turox-leather seats, and into her own suite.
She brushed the most egregious of the trash from her bed, with the arm that wasn't clutching the spoils of her trek to her chest, and allowed gravity to gracelessly guide her into its soft, fitted-sheet embrace. With a sigh of barely-felt relief, she cracked the cap off her first bottle with her tusks and took a long, well-earned swig.
The next thing she knew, it was morning.
Everything hurt. Ashira's muscles all ached like she'd run every Deathshead Commando bootcamp course, back-to-back, without stopping. Her head felt like a bloated, rotten gourd, ready to burst at the slightest touch. Even though her eyes were closed, what little light made it through them felt as though it was piercing straight through her eyeballs and into her brain. However, through it all, she noted an odd, almost pleasant sensation that she hadn't felt in so long, she'd almost forgotten the word for it.
'Empress all-powerful, this must be the first time in almost a year that I've had a full night's sleep!'
Ashira would have kept laying there, exactly where she was. The room was quiet. No one needed her. Her unit was stood down for another few days. She could just stay in bed, in peace, and wait for the pain to subside. But the very second she considered that possibility, her bladder cried in agony, and she simultaneously came to the realizations that she would not be able to hold it in for even a minute longer, and that she was wearing her only set of relatively-clean clothes.
She pushed herself up and onto her feet, and that motion sent showers of sparks cascading through her vision, even as her eyes stayed firmly shut. Her ears rang from the pain as though she'd stuck her head between the prongs of a colossal tuning fork, her limbs felt numb as she stumbled through her room, and the only way she could tell up from down was from the direction gravity kept pulling her every time she lost her balance.
She hit the door frame to the bathroom by chance, only recognizing it as the right one by the light switch her elbow painfully caught. From there, she went entirely by feel. There was the sink, the towel rack, the soap dispenser, the shower door… and finally, having run out of wrong things to blindly grope around for, her hand bumped into the tank of the toilet. Even bending down made her head fill with the pounding beat of her heart, every pulse seeming to try and push her brain out of her skull through her eyes and ears. She nearly blacked out as she sat down.
The next thing Ashira knew, she was doubled over her sink, dry-heaving, her fireproof pants pulled back up around her waist but neither zipped shut nor clipped together at the front. She knew for certain that nothing had come up, because she was newly aware of the desiccated dryness in her mouth and throat, as if all her flesh had been replaced with fine-grit sandpaper. Still lacking the resolve to open her eyes, she blindly clawed at the knobs of the sink until water began to pour, and then began scooping handfuls of it into her mouth.
After a few gulps, she began to feel a bit better. Her mouth, though it still felt dry as ever, was at least now rid of the horrible, sour, metallic taste that she hadn't registered until it was gone, and the unintentional splashing of water onto her face did wonders in helping her start to truly wake up. The very next instant, though, a numbing pain spread across her hands and face, and down her throat. The water was freezing cold.
That didn't deter Ashira, though, and she kept drinking until she knew that she would not be able to swallow a drop more without throwing up. Her hands were numb from the frigid water, as was her face. Icy rivulets streamed down her chin and throat and under her unzipped collar, leaving cool, glistening trails across her breasts and stomach.
Somehow, this numbness that spread across her fingers and cheeks seemed to have carried over to her hangover, as well, though whether it was the rapid cooling, or the much-needed hydration, or both, she neither knew nor cared. Her head now hurt with the intensity of just any old headache, her skin did not feel two sizes too small for her organs, and her muscles and joints barely ached with any more intensity than they usually did.
She opened her eyes for the first time since she'd gotten out of bed, ready and eager to take full advantage of her hangover cure while its effects still lasted, and almost fell over as she stumbled away from the mirror in shock. The reflection in the mirror was decidedly not her.
Bloodshot eyes stared out at her from dark, sunken orbits; two craters on a puffy face rendered a waxy, pale bluish lilac by months of near-total involuntary isolation from the daylight. Raven hair framed that lifeless visage, once kept neat and short, now a wild, greasy, and, above all, long Seetcha's nest. It had once had lively sun-bleached streaks where her beret and headset did not fully cover it, from when she would ride head-out in her trusty command Ishtarti-603, but they were now mere faded tips spread unevenly through the carbon-black tangle.
The rest of her was not in much better shape. Her bust, though always on the fuller size, was nonetheless noticeably larger than it had been the last time Ashira had inspected her reflection, and doubtless was the cause of her incessant back pain. In the same moment, she became aware that her breasts rested not against the top of her six-pack - which, while rarely worked out and never particularly defined, had, in its mere presence, still been a point of quiet pride for her - but at the upper limits of a beer gut, whose faint outline was visible even under the baggy suit she was wearing for the umpteenth day in a row, and which stood as a testament to the inertia she had descended into while trying to force the RAR into motion.
'Fuck, there's the evidence of my battle. Mom was right, I do eat like a Turox before the slaughter. I have no self-control. Why do I even bother with this restructuring business if I can't even keep to my own damn fitness goals?' Her gloom, though deep and all-consuming while it weighed upon her soul, dissipated just as quickly as it set in. 'But I knew it would happen, so why does it surprise me? I knew going in that I was burning myself up in the present to keep future me warm. It's just a few kilos. A dozen at most. No big deal. Just need a bit more exercise for a month or two and I'll be right back in parade shape!'
It did, however, make her think to place an order with the on-base supply depot for some new clothes. With the Unification Day festivities looming, it would simply not do for this quite temporary distortion of her Noble figure to be so brazen, she firmly decided.
The order would have to wait, however. When Ashira brought out her government-issued Data-Slate from her front pocket in a familiar motion, already compiling a list of all the workout gear, field uniforms, and parade garb she would need in a size up, the device, in an apparent bout of unruliness, first resisted her efforts to turn it on, and when it was finally made to do so, simply boot-looped endlessly on the startup screen. For all intents and purposes, it was a Slate-shaped paperweight, and Ashira didn’t even have enough physical documents in her possession to make use of this one purpose it had left.
‘First my clothes, now the one Slate mom can’t track me on. What’s next, is my ID going to expire all of a sudden? Will my physical Chit card have a bad contact?’
There was only so much she could take at one time, so she decided to do the sensible thing and get something to eat before returning to dealing with her problems. She pulled out her Slate. It was almost noon.
'No one needs to see me like this. How can I command the regiment if they see me in such a state? I'll order breakfast - well, lunch now, but who's really counting? - and I can join everyone for dinner, once I get a chance to order in some new clothes, and shower, and maybe do something with my hair.'
With a practiced motion, so automatic it was almost a reflex, she swiped through the interface until she found what she was looking for. There, between Combatters forum sites, was a saved page for the Hungry Gal's order menu. Her chit was already saved in the system. All she needed was to tap on "Large Hot Meal #5 - Drink Combo" and…
CHIT DECLINED - PAYMENT BLOCKED
"That can't be right," Ashira muttered aloud as she tapped the button again, over and over, to the same effect. "It's a government card. Unless- ah, right, it must be the new policy they were talking about! Can't believe they made food expenses count as personal expenditure only, the nerve of these credit-pinching…"
She went into the payment details section of the page, switched the number to her personal one, and selected "Large Hot Meal #5 - Drink Combo" again. This time, a new message appeared.
INVALID ACCOUNT - DEACTIVATED
The gnawing hunger in her stomach disappeared in an instant, replaced by a solid iron bar of dread. Why was her account deactivated? Who could have done it? The only other person with access privileges was her own mother, and why would she…?
Ashira knew the answer. She didn't want to know it, to acknowledge that she knew it for fear of what it meant, but she did. With shaking hands, she opened the notification screen of her Slate, and saw she had unread messages from her family group chat. She tapped that notification, expecting a deluge of fury about her weight, her spending habits, her slovenly appearance in public, or any manner of other things, but there was but one message, sent earlier that morning. It was from her mother, indeed, but it was just four words long.
I got the letter.
She wanted to protest, to scream, "What letter could you possibly mean?," but she couldn't. A memory, hazy from the fog of insomnia that had dulled her thoughts at the time, played against her volition in her mind. The words hadn't made sense to her then, but they did now. Robotically, she closed the message from her mother and searched through her inbox for one marked with a government seal. She opened it, and read it in silence. The last few lines were the hardest to read, because by then the tears had begun to well up in her eyes.
It was over. Her career, her noble status, her finances, her life as she knew it… they were all gone, and it had taken just one letter to send it all crashing down.
2023.06.08 23:00 mysecretlifex F15 - Trying to find a long term friendship and I’m selective but sweet of course :)
I’m a white girl called Abi in a rural and traditional village in Hungary. I’m living simple life here with hobbies like cooking and baking and reading but I also love to be outdoors and do camping, boat and raft driving and hiking! I am super social and love the village gatherings as well.
I only go to the city four times a year every season. I like to eat junk food whenever I’m there because here we eat very organic and healthy food. I love healthy food, but junk food can be fun a couple times a year right? Haha!
Because of my life(style) and location, it can sometimes be difficult to make friends and often I find myself a little… isolated?
What I’m looking for: Someone thats interested (just like me!) in culture, traditions, ceremonies and customs. But also if you like nature, outdoor, food and desserts, we will vibe most likely!
In my culture there is so many things that are different. Some people might say it is insane or outdated or even worse and all of those things. But they don’t look at the positive outcomes and the prove that it works! For example how our marriage works here, how life is run, how genders love to be living accordingly to their roles and more.
Our village is a couple hundred people big and spread across grasslands and forests around us. It’s secluded, silent, peaceful and calming! However, sometimes as you can guess… lonely. Even though I love the wonderful community here.
Thank-you for reading this far and if you did, please send me a message starting with your favorite ice cream flavor :)
I’m asking you (if you’re interested) to write me an intro. Make it a bit mid sized to long sized because I’m all about equal effort! Please let me know what a good way to get to know each other is. I’m new and have no idea other than just chatting randomly but maybe you have an idea?…
I don’t mind your race, color, nationality, religion, age and anything like that! Oh and be open minded if that wasn’t clear already hihi :)
Abi - wishing you a lovely upcoming week!
:>
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I only go to the city four times a year every season. I like to eat junk food whenever I’m there because here we eat very organic and healthy food. I love healthy food, but junk food can be fun a couple times a year right? Haha!
Because of my life(style) and location, it can sometimes be difficult to make friends and often I find myself a little… isolated?
What I’m looking for: Someone thats interested (just like me!) in culture, traditions, ceremonies and customs. But also if you like nature, outdoor, food and desserts, we will vibe most likely!
In my culture there is so many things that are different. Some people might say it is insane or outdated or even worse and all of those things. But they don’t look at the positive outcomes and the prove that it works! For example how our marriage works here, how life is run, how genders love to be living accordingly to their roles and more.
Our village is a couple hundred people big and spread across grasslands and forests around us. It’s secluded, silent, peaceful and calming! However, sometimes as you can guess… lonely. Even though I love the wonderful community here.
Thank-you for reading this far and if you did, please send me a message starting with your favorite ice cream flavor :)
I’m asking you (if you’re interested) to write me an intro. Make it a bit mid sized to long sized because I’m all about equal effort! Please let me know what a good way to get to know each other is. I’m new and have no idea other than just chatting randomly but maybe you have an idea?…
I don’t mind your race, color, nationality, religion, age and anything like that! Oh and be open minded if that wasn’t clear already hihi :)
Abi - wishing you a lovely upcoming week!
:>
2023.06.08 22:53 mag274 What can I do to put the final touches on my floral disco Gazebo area?
 | I was thinking of adding a raised wooden flower bed (painted white) behind the couch where the rocks are. submitted by mag274 to HomeDecorating [link] [comments] Also considering adding some floral rose garland or floral string stuff along the inside base of the roof just above the edison lights to tie the floral theme all together. Any thoughts appreciated! |
2023.06.08 22:53 PrecipiceRacing Tuned for the Dunes
 | My little Xtreme is just twin Torque Tuned, but still a ton of fun! I didn't get to finish painting the bed. The other truck is an absolute monster that just slayed the sand. I ran four packs through it before melting the solder off the motor wires. None of the "good stuff" was captured like rocketing up a 30 story hill and then flying 20ft over the crest to soft landing, turning and ripping right back down it. Was amazing! submitted by PrecipiceRacing to tamiya [link] [comments] |
2023.06.08 22:51 Lolanoz R u next season 2 of island witch will debut hybes new girl group
Hi guys as I assume a good chunk of you have heard that Hybe is having season two of Island after almost 3 years recently the trailer for r u next dropped and you can see girls running in white dresses and there seems to be an orange circle possibly a symbol in the video one of the theories i have is that it seems to be like groups almost like how girls planet 999 with k group, j group,c group due to the fact there are girls running in different backgrounds and the teaser photos are all different I also think it will be a 7 member group due to there always being consistently 7 girls in each frame anyway what are you guys theories of this survival show do you think it’ll be similar to the structure of Iland or do you think they’ll come out with a totally different voting/selectionsystem
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2023.06.08 22:50 AustralianChrono Chronologica's Drag Race Season 4: Episode 9- Local Values: International Racers Lip Sync
DRAG RACE!
Chronologica struts the runway wearing a goose costume, head to toe in white with a beak.
Hello world!
Welcome to Drag Race.
Lucy Vuitton, are you ready for this makeover?
“Darling, always!” Lucy smiles.
Rachelle, thank you for hosting this last week.
“Pleasure, boo.” Rachelle grins.
Floss, how was it to be the 2IC?
“Baby, I’m always number ONE.” Floss cackles.
Chronologica winks.
For our Challenge, our racers were tasked with making over their loved ones!
It’s TIME!
~
Category is… Family Resemblance!
Zazu Nova and Mama Nova are ready for the race, baby! Zazu wears a racers tracksuit, looking like a pitstop girl in red stripes, with Mama Nova in a tight yellow fly girl look, with a flag that has Zazu’s face on it, as Zazu points to her flag and cheers, dancing with a little giggle.
Race hard, baby.
Yasmin Raiz and Roti Ann Raiz arrive, in Yasmin’s grandparents’ wedding attire- Yasmin wears her grandmother’s wedding dress, an deep V-neck tea-length pearlescent 60s gown with a soft blue veil and train, while Clem wears the smart matching blue suit and pearl tie, both adorned everywhere with soft pearl flowers and wearing trademark chunky glasses. Yasmin throws her bouquet at the end of the runway with a wink.
“So many brides…” Rachelle utters.
King Omari Star and Darweshi King Star strut out of the stage in two grand royal looks. Omari has a beaded necklace and headpiece made of feathers, with a fitted beaded corset and long flowy skirt. Darweshi wears a more bird-like look, with a long flowy cape and a breadth of jewels placed around their body as they walk, hand in hand.
“The Chief and his Warrior.”
Aguacate and Pitaya arrive in matching fruit looks! Aguacate is the star of the show, dressed as a literal camp take on an avocado with a matching sombrero, as she shimmies and twirls through the stage. Pitaya is dressed as what else, but a Pitaya! She walks slightly behind Aguacate, wearing a matching sombrero as Aguacate points to her as they walk, making a zany facial expression as they strut hand in hand.
“I live for a treat.” Lucy smirks.
Fiore Stravaganza and Francesca Stravaganza are the picture of elegance and beauty as they strut out, both fitted for the gods in a tight set of mermaid gowns. Fiore is in a gorgeous white dress, with Francesca in black, each with an opposing set of gloves. Their hair is long and flowy, both expressively painted with dark features as they eye the judges.
Gorg.
Granny Gorgeous and Grandson Gorgeous are the picture of a strange family. Granny is wearing a big fitted coat, with grandson serving a pantsuit look in the same color. Granny has gorgeous long gray hair, with Grandson wearing a matching black ponytail, as Granny fussily plays with Grandson’s hair as he hits the end of the stage.
Floss raises an eyebrow.
Jaslene Bangus and Jezebel Bangus enter the stage as PHOENXIES! In a huge feathered bodysuit, the two look like literal twins as they strut out on the stage. Jaslene hits the floor, landing a split as Jezebel cartwheels forward, picking up Jaslene on her shoulders as the two move through the stage, delivering a delicious show.
Phoenix, rising from the ashes!
~
Hi Racers.
Let’s chat.
Starting with… Yasmin.
Yasmin smiles.
I love this. You two are a couple in love, and I see it. Going with the wedding approach was so much fun to see.
The two hold hands.
For me- you’ve been consistently giving your all Yasmin, and I really do appreciate seeing you give your all. Great job.
“Thank you.” Yasmin nods.
Aguacate.
Aguacate winks.
“You two look fantastic.” Floss says. “However…”
Aguacate raises an eyebrow. “Oh!”
“It felt like you were focused on being the star, and Pitaya stumbled behind.” Floss purses her lips. “I wanted to see more interaction.”
“Okay…” Aguacate nods.
“For me, it is clear you’re stars- however, I wanted- and at this point, needed more.”
“Thank you, I- I mean. WE are stars!.” Aguacate responds. “See? Already applying those critiques!”
The room laughs.
Aguacate: “The lady is wrong, but it’s alright. Don’t gag when she goes missing though.” Aguacate winks.
Omari.
“Hello.” Omari smiles.
“Now, you have a strong brand.” Rachelle says.
Omari nods.
“And I was worried about how you’d manage it on another canvas. But you’ve done really well.”
Omari smiles.
“For me, you’re embracing this journey, you’re showcasing yourself and really having fun with it. So, keep at it.”
“I plan to.” Omari winks.
Granny.
“My dear.”
“I don’t really see a brand.” Lucy frowns. “Like I don’t get it.”
“It’s Granny and her Grandson.” Granny grins.
“Mhm.” Lucy eyes Granny. “Like, for me, especially this King look- it’s not giving.”
“I understand that- I did want to go outside of the box.”
“I get that darling, but for something like this- being YOU is important.” Lucy responds.
Granny nods.
Zazu.
“Hiiii!” Zazu waves.
This is gorgeous.
“Oh my god, thank you.” Zazu flushes.
Zazu, you have had a challenging few weeks. But this week, I saw you shine.
Zazu beams. “It’s been so long since I last heard praise.”
It was a really strong brand, an efficient brand- and you clearly, really really knew what you were doing. It was all well thought out. The styling was on point, the mug too, great job, kid.
“I had a lot of fun.” Zazu smiles. “This woman saved my life.”
Mama Nova hugs Zazu.
I’m happy to see it.
Fiore.
“Hello.” Fiore smiles.
“I think you did, like, gorgeous.” Lucy says. “Like duh.”
“Duh.” Fiore chuckles.
“But like… it’s pretty, but kinda soulless?” Lucy looks at Fiore.
Fiore looks surprised, as Jaslene eyes her.
“Like- I wanted more. Smiles, I wanted grace, I wanted- I don’t know, a partnership. I didn’t really get that.”
“Sorry, I… don’t really get that critique. Cause my drag IS fierce and put together and that’s what I showcased tonight.” Fiore responds. “Unlike-“ Fiore gestures towards the other girls before stopping.
Fiore Stravaganza: “Soulless? Lucy Vuittion, LILY VUITTON, CALLED MY DRAG… SOULLESS?” Fiore growls, rolling her eyes.
Chronologica laughs.
Fiore, I think you’re missing the point. We have been needing that fun factor from you these past few weeks and this was all presented greatly, It just all felt overly rehearsed. We just need you to… what was it again, Rachelle?
“Let loose.” Rachelle responds.
Yeah, that.
“Y-…Yeah I believe I can understand that.” Fiore nods, hesitantly.
Finally, Jaslene.
Jaslene looks with a fierce gaze.
“DAMN.” Floss smiles. “This- this is family resemblance.”
Jaslene grins.
“Every detail, every moment has me set up. I am enjoying beyond compare what you have delivered- not just a look, but a performance.”
“Thank you.” Jaslene responds.
“For me, this is high class, PROFESSIONAL drag.” Floss smiles. “Well done babe.”
“Thank you so much judges.” Jaslene bows. “This challenge means the world to me. I mean, seeing my good sis after so long has really reminded me who my real sisterhood is—“ Jaslene begins to get emotional.
Camera cuts to Fiore.
“It reminded me why I’m still here fighting for this title and for WHO I’m still fighting for. Which is of course me!” Jaslene jokes as the room laughs, “But seriously, I want to show that this isn’t a fluke and that…. The Cuntress is fucking back, bitches! For real now, period!”
…Period.
Thank you, racers. Whilst we deliberate, you may untuck backstage in the Crystal Lounge, sponsored by Princess Papaya Tropical Drinks. Partners, you’ll be seating in the Platinum lounge.
~
The racers enter the crystal lounge.
Aguacate grabs a drink and walks over to the mirrors. “Hmph!”
“Aguacate, darling-” Granny looks over.
“I am fine, I am just preparing.” Aguacate shrugs.
Aguacate: “What? Do I complain? No, what use will it do? I know I am a star, but I must PERFORM!”
“How are we all feeling?” Omari asks, sipping his drink.
King Omari Star: “I am content. I feel proud, I feel like I’ve shown myself. And I'm gonna keep going.”
“Finally…” Jaslene laughs. “I’m back, I feel a-fucking-mazing girl, see, I even started talking like Yasmin!”
“Not really….” Yasmin makes a face. “Anyway-“
“You ate it girl.” Zazu smiles. “The transformation…”
“You two, really really do look like twins.” Yasmin nods.
“I made a promise, week 1- I'd be here till the end. I’m here to prove that.” Jaslene shrugs. “Point blank.”
Omari snaps his fingers. “As you should. Fight for it.”
“I am just really happy not to be in the bottom this week.” Zazu laughs. “Because I do like to perform…”
“But it’s become your weekly gig at this point.” Omari smirks.
“Exactly!” Zazu laughs. “I’m leaving it to someone else.”
“I think it’ll be me.” Granny sighs.
Fiore continues to sip her drink, eyeing the others.
“I’m sorry to hear that.” Omari holds Granny’s hand. “You’re the other old bitch like me.”
The two laugh.
“You may be a baby Queen, but I do want to say- you should be proud of yourself.” Omari says, his eyes watering a little. “I didn’t expect to enjoy someone like you.”
“Granny, you’re like- megalodon levels of inspiring.” Yasmin grins. “To see a Queer Woman on this stage- you have had a second life, and wow, it feels great to know no age is stoppable for this.”
“I wanna be like you when I grow up.” Zazu smiles.
Granny looks touched, as she places her hand on her chest. “Thank you, you have no idea what it means to me to hear you all say that. I thought- I thought you’d all think I was some joke. And to feel this love….” Granny’s eyes well up with tears.
Fiore Stravaganza: “No love for me? No matter.”
Fiore swirls her drink.
“I am disappointed. I expected to do well this week, but apparently the judges don’t see that.” Fiore says. “I will be safe, but that’s not enough.”
“...Who are you talking to?” Jaslene looks at Fiore.
“...The circle?” Fiore makes a face. “It seems like everyone has had room to talk but me.”
The others eye Fiore.
Yasmin Raiz: “Fiore seems a bit… do I say, like… delusional?”
“Whatever.” Fiore continues to drink. “I don’t understand why everyone is looking at me like I’M the fool with some of those clown faces you put on every week, but...” Fiore mutters.
“What was that?” Yasmin asks.
“Nothing darling, you look great by the way. Your partner’s mug reminded me of our runway theme two weeks ago, it honestly looked fantastic.” Fiore compliments, with a grin on her face.
“Thank you…” Yasmin says, before realizing what was really said.
“I just-” Yasmin smiles, wiping her eyes. “It feels fantastic to be here. This week was lovely. It gave me a drive- and I’m here, racing for this journey till the end.”
Yasmin Raiz: “I am aware- I am not a crazy personality. I’ve been consistent, I’ve been delivering- and that is my advantage. I don’t need to tell you how I’m going to take the crown- I’ve been showing you.”
“Damn right.” Omari grins. “Shall we raise a glass to us?”
“Let’s do it!” Yasmin smiles.
“Aguacate, come!” Granny yells.
“I won’t stop myself from another drink…” Fiore smirks.
“NO THANKS!” Aguacate yells from across the room.
Aguacate: “I am an island.” Aguacate closes her eyes and hums. “For me, this competition is priority. I will fight for it. And I will not be going home.”
“You look gorgeous.” Aguacate laughs, looking at herself. “Winner.”
~
Welcome back, racers.
I’ve made some decisions.
…Yasmin, Omari. Well done this week. You’re safe.
The two grin.
Zazu Nova, this week, you’re back.
You’re safe.
Zazu smiles. “Thank you.”
Jaslene Bangus.
The fish has been SERVED. Condragulations, you’re the winner of this week’s challenge!
Jaslene tears up as the others clap for her. “PERIOD BITCH!”
Jaslene Bangus: “FINALLY!”
Fiore Stravaganza, we’re needing more.
Granny Gorgeous, you need to know… you more.
Aguacate… perhaps it’s a lesson today. Sometimes- you don’t need to be the star- you need to be a partner.
Aguacate makes a face.
…
…
…
…
…
Fiore, you’re safe.
Fiore, for the first time, looks genuinely nervous, before nodding. “Thank you.”
That means Granny Gorgeous and Aguacate, I’m sorry my dears, but you are up for elimination.
The time has come… for you to lip sync to your life!
“This is your song.” Omari looks at Zazu playfully.
**Waka Waka by Shakira starts to play**
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pRpeEdMmmQ0
Good luck… and don’t fuck it up!
Granny Gorgeous: “My second time in the bottom. I am going to fight, and show them all what Granny can do.”
Aguacate: “I am NOT going home. By the end of this, I’LL be getting arrested with elderly abuse, because I’m slaying grandma.”
~
Next Time!
Racers, it’s time for you to play parts in Lovers: The Musical!
“JFK is my favorite, because, talk about a man with a good shot in the head!” Yasmin laughs.
Omari stares in horror.
“Girl, if you aren’t giving cunt…” Jaslene looks at Zazu.
“I’m a water sign, I’m giving FISH.” Zazu winks.
“Like?” Fiore looks at the others. “Seriously? What does SHE know.” Fiore throws a pillow.
“Jesus.” Jaslene jumps back in her seat.
~
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Chronologica struts the runway wearing a goose costume, head to toe in white with a beak.
Hello world!
Welcome to Drag Race.
Lucy Vuitton, are you ready for this makeover?
“Darling, always!” Lucy smiles.
Rachelle, thank you for hosting this last week.
“Pleasure, boo.” Rachelle grins.
Floss, how was it to be the 2IC?
“Baby, I’m always number ONE.” Floss cackles.
Chronologica winks.
For our Challenge, our racers were tasked with making over their loved ones!
It’s TIME!
~
Category is… Family Resemblance!
Zazu Nova and Mama Nova are ready for the race, baby! Zazu wears a racers tracksuit, looking like a pitstop girl in red stripes, with Mama Nova in a tight yellow fly girl look, with a flag that has Zazu’s face on it, as Zazu points to her flag and cheers, dancing with a little giggle.
Race hard, baby.
Yasmin Raiz and Roti Ann Raiz arrive, in Yasmin’s grandparents’ wedding attire- Yasmin wears her grandmother’s wedding dress, an deep V-neck tea-length pearlescent 60s gown with a soft blue veil and train, while Clem wears the smart matching blue suit and pearl tie, both adorned everywhere with soft pearl flowers and wearing trademark chunky glasses. Yasmin throws her bouquet at the end of the runway with a wink.
“So many brides…” Rachelle utters.
King Omari Star and Darweshi King Star strut out of the stage in two grand royal looks. Omari has a beaded necklace and headpiece made of feathers, with a fitted beaded corset and long flowy skirt. Darweshi wears a more bird-like look, with a long flowy cape and a breadth of jewels placed around their body as they walk, hand in hand.
“The Chief and his Warrior.”
Aguacate and Pitaya arrive in matching fruit looks! Aguacate is the star of the show, dressed as a literal camp take on an avocado with a matching sombrero, as she shimmies and twirls through the stage. Pitaya is dressed as what else, but a Pitaya! She walks slightly behind Aguacate, wearing a matching sombrero as Aguacate points to her as they walk, making a zany facial expression as they strut hand in hand.
“I live for a treat.” Lucy smirks.
Fiore Stravaganza and Francesca Stravaganza are the picture of elegance and beauty as they strut out, both fitted for the gods in a tight set of mermaid gowns. Fiore is in a gorgeous white dress, with Francesca in black, each with an opposing set of gloves. Their hair is long and flowy, both expressively painted with dark features as they eye the judges.
Gorg.
Granny Gorgeous and Grandson Gorgeous are the picture of a strange family. Granny is wearing a big fitted coat, with grandson serving a pantsuit look in the same color. Granny has gorgeous long gray hair, with Grandson wearing a matching black ponytail, as Granny fussily plays with Grandson’s hair as he hits the end of the stage.
Floss raises an eyebrow.
Jaslene Bangus and Jezebel Bangus enter the stage as PHOENXIES! In a huge feathered bodysuit, the two look like literal twins as they strut out on the stage. Jaslene hits the floor, landing a split as Jezebel cartwheels forward, picking up Jaslene on her shoulders as the two move through the stage, delivering a delicious show.
Phoenix, rising from the ashes!
~
Hi Racers.
Let’s chat.
Starting with… Yasmin.
Yasmin smiles.
I love this. You two are a couple in love, and I see it. Going with the wedding approach was so much fun to see.
The two hold hands.
For me- you’ve been consistently giving your all Yasmin, and I really do appreciate seeing you give your all. Great job.
“Thank you.” Yasmin nods.
Aguacate.
Aguacate winks.
“You two look fantastic.” Floss says. “However…”
Aguacate raises an eyebrow. “Oh!”
“It felt like you were focused on being the star, and Pitaya stumbled behind.” Floss purses her lips. “I wanted to see more interaction.”
“Okay…” Aguacate nods.
“For me, it is clear you’re stars- however, I wanted- and at this point, needed more.”
“Thank you, I- I mean. WE are stars!.” Aguacate responds. “See? Already applying those critiques!”
The room laughs.
Aguacate: “The lady is wrong, but it’s alright. Don’t gag when she goes missing though.” Aguacate winks.
Omari.
“Hello.” Omari smiles.
“Now, you have a strong brand.” Rachelle says.
Omari nods.
“And I was worried about how you’d manage it on another canvas. But you’ve done really well.”
Omari smiles.
“For me, you’re embracing this journey, you’re showcasing yourself and really having fun with it. So, keep at it.”
“I plan to.” Omari winks.
Granny.
“My dear.”
“I don’t really see a brand.” Lucy frowns. “Like I don’t get it.”
“It’s Granny and her Grandson.” Granny grins.
“Mhm.” Lucy eyes Granny. “Like, for me, especially this King look- it’s not giving.”
“I understand that- I did want to go outside of the box.”
“I get that darling, but for something like this- being YOU is important.” Lucy responds.
Granny nods.
Zazu.
“Hiiii!” Zazu waves.
This is gorgeous.
“Oh my god, thank you.” Zazu flushes.
Zazu, you have had a challenging few weeks. But this week, I saw you shine.
Zazu beams. “It’s been so long since I last heard praise.”
It was a really strong brand, an efficient brand- and you clearly, really really knew what you were doing. It was all well thought out. The styling was on point, the mug too, great job, kid.
“I had a lot of fun.” Zazu smiles. “This woman saved my life.”
Mama Nova hugs Zazu.
I’m happy to see it.
Fiore.
“Hello.” Fiore smiles.
“I think you did, like, gorgeous.” Lucy says. “Like duh.”
“Duh.” Fiore chuckles.
“But like… it’s pretty, but kinda soulless?” Lucy looks at Fiore.
Fiore looks surprised, as Jaslene eyes her.
“Like- I wanted more. Smiles, I wanted grace, I wanted- I don’t know, a partnership. I didn’t really get that.”
“Sorry, I… don’t really get that critique. Cause my drag IS fierce and put together and that’s what I showcased tonight.” Fiore responds. “Unlike-“ Fiore gestures towards the other girls before stopping.
Fiore Stravaganza: “Soulless? Lucy Vuittion, LILY VUITTON, CALLED MY DRAG… SOULLESS?” Fiore growls, rolling her eyes.
Chronologica laughs.
Fiore, I think you’re missing the point. We have been needing that fun factor from you these past few weeks and this was all presented greatly, It just all felt overly rehearsed. We just need you to… what was it again, Rachelle?
“Let loose.” Rachelle responds.
Yeah, that.
“Y-…Yeah I believe I can understand that.” Fiore nods, hesitantly.
Finally, Jaslene.
Jaslene looks with a fierce gaze.
“DAMN.” Floss smiles. “This- this is family resemblance.”
Jaslene grins.
“Every detail, every moment has me set up. I am enjoying beyond compare what you have delivered- not just a look, but a performance.”
“Thank you.” Jaslene responds.
“For me, this is high class, PROFESSIONAL drag.” Floss smiles. “Well done babe.”
“Thank you so much judges.” Jaslene bows. “This challenge means the world to me. I mean, seeing my good sis after so long has really reminded me who my real sisterhood is—“ Jaslene begins to get emotional.
Camera cuts to Fiore.
“It reminded me why I’m still here fighting for this title and for WHO I’m still fighting for. Which is of course me!” Jaslene jokes as the room laughs, “But seriously, I want to show that this isn’t a fluke and that…. The Cuntress is fucking back, bitches! For real now, period!”
…Period.
Thank you, racers. Whilst we deliberate, you may untuck backstage in the Crystal Lounge, sponsored by Princess Papaya Tropical Drinks. Partners, you’ll be seating in the Platinum lounge.
~
The racers enter the crystal lounge.
Aguacate grabs a drink and walks over to the mirrors. “Hmph!”
“Aguacate, darling-” Granny looks over.
“I am fine, I am just preparing.” Aguacate shrugs.
Aguacate: “What? Do I complain? No, what use will it do? I know I am a star, but I must PERFORM!”
“How are we all feeling?” Omari asks, sipping his drink.
King Omari Star: “I am content. I feel proud, I feel like I’ve shown myself. And I'm gonna keep going.”
“Finally…” Jaslene laughs. “I’m back, I feel a-fucking-mazing girl, see, I even started talking like Yasmin!”
“Not really….” Yasmin makes a face. “Anyway-“
“You ate it girl.” Zazu smiles. “The transformation…”
“You two, really really do look like twins.” Yasmin nods.
“I made a promise, week 1- I'd be here till the end. I’m here to prove that.” Jaslene shrugs. “Point blank.”
Omari snaps his fingers. “As you should. Fight for it.”
“I am just really happy not to be in the bottom this week.” Zazu laughs. “Because I do like to perform…”
“But it’s become your weekly gig at this point.” Omari smirks.
“Exactly!” Zazu laughs. “I’m leaving it to someone else.”
“I think it’ll be me.” Granny sighs.
Fiore continues to sip her drink, eyeing the others.
“I’m sorry to hear that.” Omari holds Granny’s hand. “You’re the other old bitch like me.”
The two laugh.
“You may be a baby Queen, but I do want to say- you should be proud of yourself.” Omari says, his eyes watering a little. “I didn’t expect to enjoy someone like you.”
“Granny, you’re like- megalodon levels of inspiring.” Yasmin grins. “To see a Queer Woman on this stage- you have had a second life, and wow, it feels great to know no age is stoppable for this.”
“I wanna be like you when I grow up.” Zazu smiles.
Granny looks touched, as she places her hand on her chest. “Thank you, you have no idea what it means to me to hear you all say that. I thought- I thought you’d all think I was some joke. And to feel this love….” Granny’s eyes well up with tears.
Fiore Stravaganza: “No love for me? No matter.”
Fiore swirls her drink.
“I am disappointed. I expected to do well this week, but apparently the judges don’t see that.” Fiore says. “I will be safe, but that’s not enough.”
“...Who are you talking to?” Jaslene looks at Fiore.
“...The circle?” Fiore makes a face. “It seems like everyone has had room to talk but me.”
The others eye Fiore.
Yasmin Raiz: “Fiore seems a bit… do I say, like… delusional?”
“Whatever.” Fiore continues to drink. “I don’t understand why everyone is looking at me like I’M the fool with some of those clown faces you put on every week, but...” Fiore mutters.
“What was that?” Yasmin asks.
“Nothing darling, you look great by the way. Your partner’s mug reminded me of our runway theme two weeks ago, it honestly looked fantastic.” Fiore compliments, with a grin on her face.
“Thank you…” Yasmin says, before realizing what was really said.
“I just-” Yasmin smiles, wiping her eyes. “It feels fantastic to be here. This week was lovely. It gave me a drive- and I’m here, racing for this journey till the end.”
Yasmin Raiz: “I am aware- I am not a crazy personality. I’ve been consistent, I’ve been delivering- and that is my advantage. I don’t need to tell you how I’m going to take the crown- I’ve been showing you.”
“Damn right.” Omari grins. “Shall we raise a glass to us?”
“Let’s do it!” Yasmin smiles.
“Aguacate, come!” Granny yells.
“I won’t stop myself from another drink…” Fiore smirks.
“NO THANKS!” Aguacate yells from across the room.
Aguacate: “I am an island.” Aguacate closes her eyes and hums. “For me, this competition is priority. I will fight for it. And I will not be going home.”
“You look gorgeous.” Aguacate laughs, looking at herself. “Winner.”
~
Welcome back, racers.
I’ve made some decisions.
…Yasmin, Omari. Well done this week. You’re safe.
The two grin.
Zazu Nova, this week, you’re back.
You’re safe.
Zazu smiles. “Thank you.”
Jaslene Bangus.
The fish has been SERVED. Condragulations, you’re the winner of this week’s challenge!
Jaslene tears up as the others clap for her. “PERIOD BITCH!”
Jaslene Bangus: “FINALLY!”
Fiore Stravaganza, we’re needing more.
Granny Gorgeous, you need to know… you more.
Aguacate… perhaps it’s a lesson today. Sometimes- you don’t need to be the star- you need to be a partner.
Aguacate makes a face.
…
…
…
…
…
Fiore, you’re safe.
Fiore, for the first time, looks genuinely nervous, before nodding. “Thank you.”
That means Granny Gorgeous and Aguacate, I’m sorry my dears, but you are up for elimination.
The time has come… for you to lip sync to your life!
“This is your song.” Omari looks at Zazu playfully.
**Waka Waka by Shakira starts to play**
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pRpeEdMmmQ0
Good luck… and don’t fuck it up!
Granny Gorgeous: “My second time in the bottom. I am going to fight, and show them all what Granny can do.”
Aguacate: “I am NOT going home. By the end of this, I’LL be getting arrested with elderly abuse, because I’m slaying grandma.”
~
Next Time!
Racers, it’s time for you to play parts in Lovers: The Musical!
“JFK is my favorite, because, talk about a man with a good shot in the head!” Yasmin laughs.
Omari stares in horror.
“Girl, if you aren’t giving cunt…” Jaslene looks at Zazu.
“I’m a water sign, I’m giving FISH.” Zazu winks.
“Like?” Fiore looks at the others. “Seriously? What does SHE know.” Fiore throws a pillow.
“Jesus.” Jaslene jumps back in her seat.
~
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2023.06.08 22:50 AustralianChrono Chronologica's Drag Race Season 4: Episode 9- Local Values: International Racers Lip Sync
DRAG RACE!
Chronologica struts the runway wearing a goose costume, head to toe in white with a beak.
Hello world!
Welcome to Drag Race.
Lucy Vuitton, are you ready for this makeover?
“Darling, always!” Lucy smiles.
Rachelle, thank you for hosting this last week.
“Pleasure, boo.” Rachelle grins.
Floss, how was it to be the 2IC?
“Baby, I’m always number ONE.” Floss cackles.
Chronologica winks.
For our Challenge, our racers were tasked with making over their loved ones!
It’s TIME!
~
Category is… Family Resemblance!
Zazu Nova and Mama Nova are ready for the race, baby! Zazu wears a racers tracksuit, looking like a pitstop girl in red stripes, with Mama Nova in a tight yellow fly girl look, with a flag that has Zazu’s face on it, as Zazu points to her flag and cheers, dancing with a little giggle.
Race hard, baby.
Yasmin Raiz and Roti Ann Raiz arrive, in Yasmin’s grandparents’ wedding attire- Yasmin wears her grandmother’s wedding dress, an deep V-neck tea-length pearlescent 60s gown with a soft blue veil and train, while Clem wears the smart matching blue suit and pearl tie, both adorned everywhere with soft pearl flowers and wearing trademark chunky glasses. Yasmin throws her bouquet at the end of the runway with a wink.
“So many brides…” Rachelle utters.
King Omari Star and Darweshi King Star strut out of the stage in two grand royal looks. Omari has a beaded necklace and headpiece made of feathers, with a fitted beaded corset and long flowy skirt. Darweshi wears a more bird-like look, with a long flowy cape and a breadth of jewels placed around their body as they walk, hand in hand.
“The Chief and his Warrior.”
Aguacate and Pitaya arrive in matching fruit looks! Aguacate is the star of the show, dressed as a literal camp take on an avocado with a matching sombrero, as she shimmies and twirls through the stage. Pitaya is dressed as what else, but a Pitaya! She walks slightly behind Aguacate, wearing a matching sombrero as Aguacate points to her as they walk, making a zany facial expression as they strut hand in hand.
“I live for a treat.” Lucy smirks.
Fiore Stravaganza and Francesca Stravaganza are the picture of elegance and beauty as they strut out, both fitted for the gods in a tight set of mermaid gowns. Fiore is in a gorgeous white dress, with Francesca in black, each with an opposing set of gloves. Their hair is long and flowy, both expressively painted with dark features as they eye the judges.
Gorg.
Granny Gorgeous and Grandson Gorgeous are the picture of a strange family. Granny is wearing a big fitted coat, with grandson serving a pantsuit look in the same color. Granny has gorgeous long gray hair, with Grandson wearing a matching black ponytail, as Granny fussily plays with Grandson’s hair as he hits the end of the stage.
Floss raises an eyebrow.
Jaslene Bangus and Jezebel Bangus enter the stage as PHOENXIES! In a huge feathered bodysuit, the two look like literal twins as they strut out on the stage. Jaslene hits the floor, landing a split as Jezebel cartwheels forward, picking up Jaslene on her shoulders as the two move through the stage, delivering a delicious show.
Phoenix, rising from the ashes!
~
Hi Racers.
Let’s chat.
Starting with… Yasmin.
Yasmin smiles.
I love this. You two are a couple in love, and I see it. Going with the wedding approach was so much fun to see.
The two hold hands.
For me- you’ve been consistently giving your all Yasmin, and I really do appreciate seeing you give your all. Great job.
“Thank you.” Yasmin nods.
Aguacate.
Aguacate winks.
“You two look fantastic.” Floss says. “However…”
Aguacate raises an eyebrow. “Oh!”
“It felt like you were focused on being the star, and Pitaya stumbled behind.” Floss purses her lips. “I wanted to see more interaction.”
“Okay…” Aguacate nods.
“For me, it is clear you’re stars- however, I wanted- and at this point, needed more.”
“Thank you, I- I mean. WE are stars!.” Aguacate responds. “See? Already applying those critiques!”
The room laughs.
Aguacate: “The lady is wrong, but it’s alright. Don’t gag when she goes missing though.” Aguacate winks.
Omari.
“Hello.” Omari smiles.
“Now, you have a strong brand.” Rachelle says.
Omari nods.
“And I was worried about how you’d manage it on another canvas. But you’ve done really well.”
Omari smiles.
“For me, you’re embracing this journey, you’re showcasing yourself and really having fun with it. So, keep at it.”
“I plan to.” Omari winks.
Granny.
“My dear.”
“I don’t really see a brand.” Lucy frowns. “Like I don’t get it.”
“It’s Granny and her Grandson.” Granny grins.
“Mhm.” Lucy eyes Granny. “Like, for me, especially this King look- it’s not giving.”
“I understand that- I did want to go outside of the box.”
“I get that darling, but for something like this- being YOU is important.” Lucy responds.
Granny nods.
Zazu.
“Hiiii!” Zazu waves.
This is gorgeous.
“Oh my god, thank you.” Zazu flushes.
Zazu, you have had a challenging few weeks. But this week, I saw you shine.
Zazu beams. “It’s been so long since I last heard praise.”
It was a really strong brand, an efficient brand- and you clearly, really really knew what you were doing. It was all well thought out. The styling was on point, the mug too, great job, kid.
“I had a lot of fun.” Zazu smiles. “This woman saved my life.”
Mama Nova hugs Zazu.
I’m happy to see it.
Fiore.
“Hello.” Fiore smiles.
“I think you did, like, gorgeous.” Lucy says. “Like duh.”
“Duh.” Fiore chuckles.
“But like… it’s pretty, but kinda soulless?” Lucy looks at Fiore.
Fiore looks surprised, as Jaslene eyes her.
“Like- I wanted more. Smiles, I wanted grace, I wanted- I don’t know, a partnership. I didn’t really get that.”
“Sorry, I… don’t really get that critique. Cause my drag IS fierce and put together and that’s what I showcased tonight.” Fiore responds. “Unlike-“ Fiore gestures towards the other girls before stopping.
Fiore Stravaganza: “Soulless? Lucy Vuittion, LILY VUITTON, CALLED MY DRAG… SOULLESS?” Fiore growls, rolling her eyes.
Chronologica laughs.
Fiore, I think you’re missing the point. We have been needing that fun factor from you these past few weeks and this was all presented greatly, It just all felt overly rehearsed. We just need you to… what was it again, Rachelle?
“Let loose.” Rachelle responds.
Yeah, that.
“Y-…Yeah I believe I can understand that.” Fiore nods, hesitantly.
Finally, Jaslene.
Jaslene looks with a fierce gaze.
“DAMN.” Floss smiles. “This- this is family resemblance.”
Jaslene grins.
“Every detail, every moment has me set up. I am enjoying beyond compare what you have delivered- not just a look, but a performance.”
“Thank you.” Jaslene responds.
“For me, this is high class, PROFESSIONAL drag.” Floss smiles. “Well done babe.”
“Thank you so much judges.” Jaslene bows. “This challenge means the world to me. I mean, seeing my good sis after so long has really reminded me who my real sisterhood is—“ Jaslene begins to get emotional.
Camera cuts to Fiore.
“It reminded me why I’m still here fighting for this title and for WHO I’m still fighting for. Which is of course me!” Jaslene jokes as the room laughs, “But seriously, I want to show that this isn’t a fluke and that…. The Cuntress is fucking back, bitches! For real now, period!”
…Period.
Thank you, racers. Whilst we deliberate, you may untuck backstage in the Crystal Lounge, sponsored by Princess Papaya Tropical Drinks. Partners, you’ll be seating in the Platinum lounge.
~
The racers enter the crystal lounge.
Aguacate grabs a drink and walks over to the mirrors. “Hmph!”
“Aguacate, darling-” Granny looks over.
“I am fine, I am just preparing.” Aguacate shrugs.
Aguacate: “What? Do I complain? No, what use will it do? I know I am a star, but I must PERFORM!”
“How are we all feeling?” Omari asks, sipping his drink.
King Omari Star: “I am content. I feel proud, I feel like I’ve shown myself. And I'm gonna keep going.”
“Finally…” Jaslene laughs. “I’m back, I feel a-fucking-mazing girl, see, I even started talking like Yasmin!”
“Not really….” Yasmin makes a face. “Anyway-“
“You ate it girl.” Zazu smiles. “The transformation…”
“You two, really really do look like twins.” Yasmin nods.
“I made a promise, week 1- I'd be here till the end. I’m here to prove that.” Jaslene shrugs. “Point blank.”
Omari snaps his fingers. “As you should. Fight for it.”
“I am just really happy not to be in the bottom this week.” Zazu laughs. “Because I do like to perform…”
“But it’s become your weekly gig at this point.” Omari smirks.
“Exactly!” Zazu laughs. “I’m leaving it to someone else.”
“I think it’ll be me.” Granny sighs.
Fiore continues to sip her drink, eyeing the others.
“I’m sorry to hear that.” Omari holds Granny’s hand. “You’re the other old bitch like me.”
The two laugh.
“You may be a baby Queen, but I do want to say- you should be proud of yourself.” Omari says, his eyes watering a little. “I didn’t expect to enjoy someone like you.”
“Granny, you’re like- megalodon levels of inspiring.” Yasmin grins. “To see a Queer Woman on this stage- you have had a second life, and wow, it feels great to know no age is stoppable for this.”
“I wanna be like you when I grow up.” Zazu smiles.
Granny looks touched, as she places her hand on her chest. “Thank you, you have no idea what it means to me to hear you all say that. I thought- I thought you’d all think I was some joke. And to feel this love….” Granny’s eyes well up with tears.
Fiore Stravaganza: “No love for me? No matter.”
Fiore swirls her drink.
“I am disappointed. I expected to do well this week, but apparently the judges don’t see that.” Fiore says. “I will be safe, but that’s not enough.”
“...Who are you talking to?” Jaslene looks at Fiore.
“...The circle?” Fiore makes a face. “It seems like everyone has had room to talk but me.”
The others eye Fiore.
Yasmin Raiz: “Fiore seems a bit… do I say, like… delusional?”
“Whatever.” Fiore continues to drink. “I don’t understand why everyone is looking at me like I’M the fool with some of those clown faces you put on every week, but...” Fiore mutters.
“What was that?” Yasmin asks.
“Nothing darling, you look great by the way. Your partner’s mug reminded me of our runway theme two weeks ago, it honestly looked fantastic.” Fiore compliments, with a grin on her face.
“Thank you…” Yasmin says, before realizing what was really said.
“I just-” Yasmin smiles, wiping her eyes. “It feels fantastic to be here. This week was lovely. It gave me a drive- and I’m here, racing for this journey till the end.”
Yasmin Raiz: “I am aware- I am not a crazy personality. I’ve been consistent, I’ve been delivering- and that is my advantage. I don’t need to tell you how I’m going to take the crown- I’ve been showing you.”
“Damn right.” Omari grins. “Shall we raise a glass to us?”
“Let’s do it!” Yasmin smiles.
“Aguacate, come!” Granny yells.
“I won’t stop myself from another drink…” Fiore smirks.
“NO THANKS!” Aguacate yells from across the room.
Aguacate: “I am an island.” Aguacate closes her eyes and hums. “For me, this competition is priority. I will fight for it. And I will not be going home.”
“You look gorgeous.” Aguacate laughs, looking at herself. “Winner.”
~
Welcome back, racers.
I’ve made some decisions.
…Yasmin, Omari. Well done this week. You’re safe.
The two grin.
Zazu Nova, this week, you’re back.
You’re safe.
Zazu smiles. “Thank you.”
Jaslene Bangus.
The fish has been SERVED. Condragulations, you’re the winner of this week’s challenge!
Jaslene tears up as the others clap for her. “PERIOD BITCH!”
Jaslene Bangus: “FINALLY!”
Fiore Stravaganza, we’re needing more.
Granny Gorgeous, you need to know… you more.
Aguacate… perhaps it’s a lesson today. Sometimes- you don’t need to be the star- you need to be a partner.
Aguacate makes a face.
…
…
…
…
…
Fiore, you’re safe.
Fiore, for the first time, looks genuinely nervous, before nodding. “Thank you.”
That means Granny Gorgeous and Aguacate, I’m sorry my dears, but you are up for elimination.
The time has come… for you to lip sync to your life!
“This is your song.” Omari looks at Zazu playfully.
**Waka Waka by Shakira starts to play**
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pRpeEdMmmQ0
Good luck… and don’t fuck it up!
Granny Gorgeous: “My second time in the bottom. I am going to fight, and show them all what Granny can do.”
Aguacate: “I am NOT going home. By the end of this, I’LL be getting arrested with elderly abuse, because I’m slaying grandma.”
~
Next Time!
Racers, it’s time for you to play parts in Lovers: The Musical!
“JFK is my favorite, because, talk about a man with a good shot in the head!” Yasmin laughs.
Omari stares in horror.
“Girl, if you aren’t giving cunt…” Jaslene looks at Zazu.
“I’m a water sign, I’m giving FISH.” Zazu winks.
“Like?” Fiore looks at the others. “Seriously? What does SHE know.” Fiore throws a pillow.
“Jesus.” Jaslene jumps back in her seat.
~
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Chronologica struts the runway wearing a goose costume, head to toe in white with a beak.
Hello world!
Welcome to Drag Race.
Lucy Vuitton, are you ready for this makeover?
“Darling, always!” Lucy smiles.
Rachelle, thank you for hosting this last week.
“Pleasure, boo.” Rachelle grins.
Floss, how was it to be the 2IC?
“Baby, I’m always number ONE.” Floss cackles.
Chronologica winks.
For our Challenge, our racers were tasked with making over their loved ones!
It’s TIME!
~
Category is… Family Resemblance!
Zazu Nova and Mama Nova are ready for the race, baby! Zazu wears a racers tracksuit, looking like a pitstop girl in red stripes, with Mama Nova in a tight yellow fly girl look, with a flag that has Zazu’s face on it, as Zazu points to her flag and cheers, dancing with a little giggle.
Race hard, baby.
Yasmin Raiz and Roti Ann Raiz arrive, in Yasmin’s grandparents’ wedding attire- Yasmin wears her grandmother’s wedding dress, an deep V-neck tea-length pearlescent 60s gown with a soft blue veil and train, while Clem wears the smart matching blue suit and pearl tie, both adorned everywhere with soft pearl flowers and wearing trademark chunky glasses. Yasmin throws her bouquet at the end of the runway with a wink.
“So many brides…” Rachelle utters.
King Omari Star and Darweshi King Star strut out of the stage in two grand royal looks. Omari has a beaded necklace and headpiece made of feathers, with a fitted beaded corset and long flowy skirt. Darweshi wears a more bird-like look, with a long flowy cape and a breadth of jewels placed around their body as they walk, hand in hand.
“The Chief and his Warrior.”
Aguacate and Pitaya arrive in matching fruit looks! Aguacate is the star of the show, dressed as a literal camp take on an avocado with a matching sombrero, as she shimmies and twirls through the stage. Pitaya is dressed as what else, but a Pitaya! She walks slightly behind Aguacate, wearing a matching sombrero as Aguacate points to her as they walk, making a zany facial expression as they strut hand in hand.
“I live for a treat.” Lucy smirks.
Fiore Stravaganza and Francesca Stravaganza are the picture of elegance and beauty as they strut out, both fitted for the gods in a tight set of mermaid gowns. Fiore is in a gorgeous white dress, with Francesca in black, each with an opposing set of gloves. Their hair is long and flowy, both expressively painted with dark features as they eye the judges.
Gorg.
Granny Gorgeous and Grandson Gorgeous are the picture of a strange family. Granny is wearing a big fitted coat, with grandson serving a pantsuit look in the same color. Granny has gorgeous long gray hair, with Grandson wearing a matching black ponytail, as Granny fussily plays with Grandson’s hair as he hits the end of the stage.
Floss raises an eyebrow.
Jaslene Bangus and Jezebel Bangus enter the stage as PHOENXIES! In a huge feathered bodysuit, the two look like literal twins as they strut out on the stage. Jaslene hits the floor, landing a split as Jezebel cartwheels forward, picking up Jaslene on her shoulders as the two move through the stage, delivering a delicious show.
Phoenix, rising from the ashes!
~
Hi Racers.
Let’s chat.
Starting with… Yasmin.
Yasmin smiles.
I love this. You two are a couple in love, and I see it. Going with the wedding approach was so much fun to see.
The two hold hands.
For me- you’ve been consistently giving your all Yasmin, and I really do appreciate seeing you give your all. Great job.
“Thank you.” Yasmin nods.
Aguacate.
Aguacate winks.
“You two look fantastic.” Floss says. “However…”
Aguacate raises an eyebrow. “Oh!”
“It felt like you were focused on being the star, and Pitaya stumbled behind.” Floss purses her lips. “I wanted to see more interaction.”
“Okay…” Aguacate nods.
“For me, it is clear you’re stars- however, I wanted- and at this point, needed more.”
“Thank you, I- I mean. WE are stars!.” Aguacate responds. “See? Already applying those critiques!”
The room laughs.
Aguacate: “The lady is wrong, but it’s alright. Don’t gag when she goes missing though.” Aguacate winks.
Omari.
“Hello.” Omari smiles.
“Now, you have a strong brand.” Rachelle says.
Omari nods.
“And I was worried about how you’d manage it on another canvas. But you’ve done really well.”
Omari smiles.
“For me, you’re embracing this journey, you’re showcasing yourself and really having fun with it. So, keep at it.”
“I plan to.” Omari winks.
Granny.
“My dear.”
“I don’t really see a brand.” Lucy frowns. “Like I don’t get it.”
“It’s Granny and her Grandson.” Granny grins.
“Mhm.” Lucy eyes Granny. “Like, for me, especially this King look- it’s not giving.”
“I understand that- I did want to go outside of the box.”
“I get that darling, but for something like this- being YOU is important.” Lucy responds.
Granny nods.
Zazu.
“Hiiii!” Zazu waves.
This is gorgeous.
“Oh my god, thank you.” Zazu flushes.
Zazu, you have had a challenging few weeks. But this week, I saw you shine.
Zazu beams. “It’s been so long since I last heard praise.”
It was a really strong brand, an efficient brand- and you clearly, really really knew what you were doing. It was all well thought out. The styling was on point, the mug too, great job, kid.
“I had a lot of fun.” Zazu smiles. “This woman saved my life.”
Mama Nova hugs Zazu.
I’m happy to see it.
Fiore.
“Hello.” Fiore smiles.
“I think you did, like, gorgeous.” Lucy says. “Like duh.”
“Duh.” Fiore chuckles.
“But like… it’s pretty, but kinda soulless?” Lucy looks at Fiore.
Fiore looks surprised, as Jaslene eyes her.
“Like- I wanted more. Smiles, I wanted grace, I wanted- I don’t know, a partnership. I didn’t really get that.”
“Sorry, I… don’t really get that critique. Cause my drag IS fierce and put together and that’s what I showcased tonight.” Fiore responds. “Unlike-“ Fiore gestures towards the other girls before stopping.
Fiore Stravaganza: “Soulless? Lucy Vuittion, LILY VUITTON, CALLED MY DRAG… SOULLESS?” Fiore growls, rolling her eyes.
Chronologica laughs.
Fiore, I think you’re missing the point. We have been needing that fun factor from you these past few weeks and this was all presented greatly, It just all felt overly rehearsed. We just need you to… what was it again, Rachelle?
“Let loose.” Rachelle responds.
Yeah, that.
“Y-…Yeah I believe I can understand that.” Fiore nods, hesitantly.
Finally, Jaslene.
Jaslene looks with a fierce gaze.
“DAMN.” Floss smiles. “This- this is family resemblance.”
Jaslene grins.
“Every detail, every moment has me set up. I am enjoying beyond compare what you have delivered- not just a look, but a performance.”
“Thank you.” Jaslene responds.
“For me, this is high class, PROFESSIONAL drag.” Floss smiles. “Well done babe.”
“Thank you so much judges.” Jaslene bows. “This challenge means the world to me. I mean, seeing my good sis after so long has really reminded me who my real sisterhood is—“ Jaslene begins to get emotional.
Camera cuts to Fiore.
“It reminded me why I’m still here fighting for this title and for WHO I’m still fighting for. Which is of course me!” Jaslene jokes as the room laughs, “But seriously, I want to show that this isn’t a fluke and that…. The Cuntress is fucking back, bitches! For real now, period!”
…Period.
Thank you, racers. Whilst we deliberate, you may untuck backstage in the Crystal Lounge, sponsored by Princess Papaya Tropical Drinks. Partners, you’ll be seating in the Platinum lounge.
~
The racers enter the crystal lounge.
Aguacate grabs a drink and walks over to the mirrors. “Hmph!”
“Aguacate, darling-” Granny looks over.
“I am fine, I am just preparing.” Aguacate shrugs.
Aguacate: “What? Do I complain? No, what use will it do? I know I am a star, but I must PERFORM!”
“How are we all feeling?” Omari asks, sipping his drink.
King Omari Star: “I am content. I feel proud, I feel like I’ve shown myself. And I'm gonna keep going.”
“Finally…” Jaslene laughs. “I’m back, I feel a-fucking-mazing girl, see, I even started talking like Yasmin!”
“Not really….” Yasmin makes a face. “Anyway-“
“You ate it girl.” Zazu smiles. “The transformation…”
“You two, really really do look like twins.” Yasmin nods.
“I made a promise, week 1- I'd be here till the end. I’m here to prove that.” Jaslene shrugs. “Point blank.”
Omari snaps his fingers. “As you should. Fight for it.”
“I am just really happy not to be in the bottom this week.” Zazu laughs. “Because I do like to perform…”
“But it’s become your weekly gig at this point.” Omari smirks.
“Exactly!” Zazu laughs. “I’m leaving it to someone else.”
“I think it’ll be me.” Granny sighs.
Fiore continues to sip her drink, eyeing the others.
“I’m sorry to hear that.” Omari holds Granny’s hand. “You’re the other old bitch like me.”
The two laugh.
“You may be a baby Queen, but I do want to say- you should be proud of yourself.” Omari says, his eyes watering a little. “I didn’t expect to enjoy someone like you.”
“Granny, you’re like- megalodon levels of inspiring.” Yasmin grins. “To see a Queer Woman on this stage- you have had a second life, and wow, it feels great to know no age is stoppable for this.”
“I wanna be like you when I grow up.” Zazu smiles.
Granny looks touched, as she places her hand on her chest. “Thank you, you have no idea what it means to me to hear you all say that. I thought- I thought you’d all think I was some joke. And to feel this love….” Granny’s eyes well up with tears.
Fiore Stravaganza: “No love for me? No matter.”
Fiore swirls her drink.
“I am disappointed. I expected to do well this week, but apparently the judges don’t see that.” Fiore says. “I will be safe, but that’s not enough.”
“...Who are you talking to?” Jaslene looks at Fiore.
“...The circle?” Fiore makes a face. “It seems like everyone has had room to talk but me.”
The others eye Fiore.
Yasmin Raiz: “Fiore seems a bit… do I say, like… delusional?”
“Whatever.” Fiore continues to drink. “I don’t understand why everyone is looking at me like I’M the fool with some of those clown faces you put on every week, but...” Fiore mutters.
“What was that?” Yasmin asks.
“Nothing darling, you look great by the way. Your partner’s mug reminded me of our runway theme two weeks ago, it honestly looked fantastic.” Fiore compliments, with a grin on her face.
“Thank you…” Yasmin says, before realizing what was really said.
“I just-” Yasmin smiles, wiping her eyes. “It feels fantastic to be here. This week was lovely. It gave me a drive- and I’m here, racing for this journey till the end.”
Yasmin Raiz: “I am aware- I am not a crazy personality. I’ve been consistent, I’ve been delivering- and that is my advantage. I don’t need to tell you how I’m going to take the crown- I’ve been showing you.”
“Damn right.” Omari grins. “Shall we raise a glass to us?”
“Let’s do it!” Yasmin smiles.
“Aguacate, come!” Granny yells.
“I won’t stop myself from another drink…” Fiore smirks.
“NO THANKS!” Aguacate yells from across the room.
Aguacate: “I am an island.” Aguacate closes her eyes and hums. “For me, this competition is priority. I will fight for it. And I will not be going home.”
“You look gorgeous.” Aguacate laughs, looking at herself. “Winner.”
~
Welcome back, racers.
I’ve made some decisions.
…Yasmin, Omari. Well done this week. You’re safe.
The two grin.
Zazu Nova, this week, you’re back.
You’re safe.
Zazu smiles. “Thank you.”
Jaslene Bangus.
The fish has been SERVED. Condragulations, you’re the winner of this week’s challenge!
Jaslene tears up as the others clap for her. “PERIOD BITCH!”
Jaslene Bangus: “FINALLY!”
Fiore Stravaganza, we’re needing more.
Granny Gorgeous, you need to know… you more.
Aguacate… perhaps it’s a lesson today. Sometimes- you don’t need to be the star- you need to be a partner.
Aguacate makes a face.
…
…
…
…
…
Fiore, you’re safe.
Fiore, for the first time, looks genuinely nervous, before nodding. “Thank you.”
That means Granny Gorgeous and Aguacate, I’m sorry my dears, but you are up for elimination.
The time has come… for you to lip sync to your life!
“This is your song.” Omari looks at Zazu playfully.
**Waka Waka by Shakira starts to play**
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pRpeEdMmmQ0
Good luck… and don’t fuck it up!
Granny Gorgeous: “My second time in the bottom. I am going to fight, and show them all what Granny can do.”
Aguacate: “I am NOT going home. By the end of this, I’LL be getting arrested with elderly abuse, because I’m slaying grandma.”
~
Next Time!
Racers, it’s time for you to play parts in Lovers: The Musical!
“JFK is my favorite, because, talk about a man with a good shot in the head!” Yasmin laughs.
Omari stares in horror.
“Girl, if you aren’t giving cunt…” Jaslene looks at Zazu.
“I’m a water sign, I’m giving FISH.” Zazu winks.
“Like?” Fiore looks at the others. “Seriously? What does SHE know.” Fiore throws a pillow.
“Jesus.” Jaslene jumps back in her seat.
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2023.06.08 22:47 sewistforsix Husband wants ten and eleven year old daughters to use the riding lawn mowers
Help me out here. I am aware that this may be a family culture thing because my husband grew up mowing the lawn starting when he was 9 and driving the farm truck in the field when he was 4, but my husband and I farm and live out in the country. We have a lot of mowing to do, but it is just about the only chore of my husband’s that hasn’t sort of eventually become my chore (different post for a different sub probably). It takes about two hours to mow the entire thing.
He and his family have recently decided to fix up the third of our three riding mowers and have our two older girls (10 yo and 11 yo) mow parts of the lawn so that they can “help him out,” and he claims it will be dangerous if we wait to put them behind the wheel of a vehicle until they are 16 because they will be bad drivers who don’t understand the gravity of driving a vehicle.
My inclination is that this is a no go because:
1) They don’t really need to do one of the two weekly chores he does around the house 2) The stakes are too high and they are too immature to understand those stakes 3) Practice driving a lawnmower won’t improve their road safety when they get their licenses because the ability to make mature decisions develops with maturity, not with exposure 4) I sent the kids out with buckets today to water plants and he came home and was (unrelated) unhappy that they were still wearing pajamas and unhappy that I was inside with our newborn twins instead of supervising them. So hose and buckets needs supervision, and I’m assuming this means that I will also be responsible for supervising the mowing. 5) I don’t think it’s appropriate from both a personal perspective (kids aren’t labor and I feel this chore falls under labor, not a personal contribution to the household) and a social/external perspective (what will our neighbors/daughters’ friends’ parents think and would it potentially present an issue if someone decided to report us for this?) 6) The AAP guidelines say kids need to be 16.
His family has a history of expecting a lot more maturity from kids than they are necessarily capable of, and he has a history of not being able to hold any sort of boundary of any kind with them, specifically his mother. This has often left me in the position of being the “killjoy” when I am enforcing things that we both agree on when it’s just the two of us. I am anticipating a spirited discussion about this with him and his parents so please, give me articles, news stories, and anything evidence based to help.
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He and his family have recently decided to fix up the third of our three riding mowers and have our two older girls (10 yo and 11 yo) mow parts of the lawn so that they can “help him out,” and he claims it will be dangerous if we wait to put them behind the wheel of a vehicle until they are 16 because they will be bad drivers who don’t understand the gravity of driving a vehicle.
My inclination is that this is a no go because:
1) They don’t really need to do one of the two weekly chores he does around the house 2) The stakes are too high and they are too immature to understand those stakes 3) Practice driving a lawnmower won’t improve their road safety when they get their licenses because the ability to make mature decisions develops with maturity, not with exposure 4) I sent the kids out with buckets today to water plants and he came home and was (unrelated) unhappy that they were still wearing pajamas and unhappy that I was inside with our newborn twins instead of supervising them. So hose and buckets needs supervision, and I’m assuming this means that I will also be responsible for supervising the mowing. 5) I don’t think it’s appropriate from both a personal perspective (kids aren’t labor and I feel this chore falls under labor, not a personal contribution to the household) and a social/external perspective (what will our neighbors/daughters’ friends’ parents think and would it potentially present an issue if someone decided to report us for this?) 6) The AAP guidelines say kids need to be 16.
His family has a history of expecting a lot more maturity from kids than they are necessarily capable of, and he has a history of not being able to hold any sort of boundary of any kind with them, specifically his mother. This has often left me in the position of being the “killjoy” when I am enforcing things that we both agree on when it’s just the two of us. I am anticipating a spirited discussion about this with him and his parents so please, give me articles, news stories, and anything evidence based to help.
2023.06.08 22:43 EurekaStockade 79--- June 16 = 6/16--- The New Beast Number
16 June= 16/6
60 years 6 months 6 weeks 6 days after the Cuban Missile Crisis ended
111 months 9 days after MH 370 went missing
MISSING AIRPLANE= 166
3 months 22 days after Erdogan's birthday
223 days before Zelensky's 46th birthday
1 Sep 2021---Biden met with Zelensky
On the anniv of the start of WW2 when Germany invaded Poland
177 days later--
Putin invaded Ukraine --4 days after the 2022 Winter Olympics--as I predicted
WINTER OLYMPICS= 177
BEAST NUMBER= 177
21 Dec 2022---Zelensky visits Biden at the White House
177 days later--
16 June
PLANE EXPLOSION= 177
16 JUNE 2023 VOLODYMYR ZELENSKY PLANE CRASH= 166 & 177
ARTICLE 5 TRIGGERED= 166
June 16= 6/16
616 is the new Beast number
119 days after Michael Jordan's birthday
HIS AIRNESS = 121
ANTI CHIST= 121
121 days later---
15 October
Day 999 of Biden's Presidency
223 Months after China passed the Taiwan Anti-Secession Law on 14 March 2005
My prediction for China Taiwan Wa WW3
15 June= 166th day of the year
Xi's birthday
2 years 2 months 23 days after the Evergiven was grounded in the Suez canal
SHIP MISSING IN TAIWAN STRAIT= 166
CHINESE INVASION= 166
CHIP INDUSTRY= 166
next day--16 June= 16/6
4 Feb--Chinese Spy Balloon shot down
CHINA SPY BALLOON = 166
166 days later--
20 July
Day 911 of Biden's Presidency
9 months 11 days after Yale/ Skull & Bones birthday on 9 Oct
223 days after Xi visited Saudi Arabia on 8 Dec
322 days after the Saudi Crown Prince's birthday
other interesting 166 events--
16 June 1983--Polish Pope John Paul II visited Poland & set the wheels in motion for the dissolution of the Soviet Union when Poland ended Communism
16 June 2015--Trump announced his run for the Presidency
16 June 2021--Biden met Putin in Geneva to discuss Cyber Attacks
the number 166 also featured during the 911 attacks
TWIN TOWERS= 166
SEPTEMBER ELEVEN= 166
ONE WORLD ORDER= 166
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60 years 6 months 6 weeks 6 days after the Cuban Missile Crisis ended
111 months 9 days after MH 370 went missing
MISSING AIRPLANE= 166
3 months 22 days after Erdogan's birthday
223 days before Zelensky's 46th birthday
1 Sep 2021---Biden met with Zelensky
On the anniv of the start of WW2 when Germany invaded Poland
177 days later--
Putin invaded Ukraine --4 days after the 2022 Winter Olympics--as I predicted
WINTER OLYMPICS= 177
BEAST NUMBER= 177
21 Dec 2022---Zelensky visits Biden at the White House
177 days later--
16 June
PLANE EXPLOSION= 177
16 JUNE 2023 VOLODYMYR ZELENSKY PLANE CRASH= 166 & 177
ARTICLE 5 TRIGGERED= 166
June 16= 6/16
616 is the new Beast number
119 days after Michael Jordan's birthday
HIS AIRNESS = 121
ANTI CHIST= 121
121 days later---
15 October
Day 999 of Biden's Presidency
223 Months after China passed the Taiwan Anti-Secession Law on 14 March 2005
My prediction for China Taiwan Wa WW3
15 June= 166th day of the year
Xi's birthday
2 years 2 months 23 days after the Evergiven was grounded in the Suez canal
SHIP MISSING IN TAIWAN STRAIT= 166
CHINESE INVASION= 166
CHIP INDUSTRY= 166
next day--16 June= 16/6
4 Feb--Chinese Spy Balloon shot down
CHINA SPY BALLOON = 166
166 days later--
20 July
Day 911 of Biden's Presidency
9 months 11 days after Yale/ Skull & Bones birthday on 9 Oct
223 days after Xi visited Saudi Arabia on 8 Dec
322 days after the Saudi Crown Prince's birthday
other interesting 166 events--
16 June 1983--Polish Pope John Paul II visited Poland & set the wheels in motion for the dissolution of the Soviet Union when Poland ended Communism
16 June 2015--Trump announced his run for the Presidency
16 June 2021--Biden met Putin in Geneva to discuss Cyber Attacks
the number 166 also featured during the 911 attacks
TWIN TOWERS= 166
SEPTEMBER ELEVEN= 166
ONE WORLD ORDER= 166
2023.06.08 22:42 Rich4everr In my past life, I was a French woman from the 50s
I am a spiritual person and I do meditation almost everyday. Not even that, but sometimes I do deeper meditation that I reach the deepest places within me. Once I did one of those deep meditation to see one of my past lives and here is what I saw. I was a woman from the 50s living in a french country. I saw myself as a little girl who was super beautiful and innocent even tho at that time women were treated like objects. I had a very boring life and I saw that i got married at a very young age like 16 or 18 years old. I saw my husband and he was super hot too lol. I had 2 boys who never loved me and my husband never loved me too. I was like a slave in small Appartment. Then i saw how i was dead. I died in my bed (or hospital bed) alone and when i saw myself in the past life died alone, i burst in tears because I felt how i felt when I was dying. I died said and alone 😢. What do u think? What should I learn from that experience?
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2023.06.08 22:42 SkinnyTinkles I work as a lawyer. My latest client was an immortal with their soul on the line...
Now, I work in a relatively small town, pretty far from any major city, so I'm not taking on any newsworthy cases, and my clients aren't usually offering me the big bucks for my services. So, you can imagine my surprise when, yesterday morning, a client walked in carrying two heavy-looking sacks, sat down in front of me, and opened one of the sacks to reveal money. A lot of it.
Even more surprising was the fact the client was a young girl, who couldn't have been more than seventeen. Now, you can understand why I was already more than a bit skeptical, then she told me she was immortal and needed my help in changing that.
No sooner than I had awkwardly laughed, she interrupted me and made my jaw drop.
"I was Tommy O'Malley. Mr. O'Malley to you, back when I taught you mathematics for a few years in the early nineteen-eighties."
I was a bit confused now. I did have a Mr. O'Malley teaching me back when I was a teenager, I remember him mostly for being strict and for excessively mean. I noticed that the teenage girl had the same blonde hair and green eyes that he had. Perhaps they were relatives and this was some sort of prank? That would be a bit strange though, considering that I had heard about Mr. O Malley's death a little under a month ago.
I was trying to rationalize this in my head, but her next statement blindsided me.
"Near the end of the school year, your first year at the school, I kept you behind and yelled at you, saying you wouldn't be half the lawyer that your father was if you kept skipping classes and failing tests. You then started crying."
Wow. Yeah, I suppose Mr. O'Malley was a mean old man, but I can't see him telling that charming tale to his granddaughter so she could play a prank on me, not least after he was dead for almost a month. Now, I wasn't really convinced that old Mr. O'Malley had reincarnated as this teenage girl, but I definitely wanted to know more.
"OK, let's say you're immortal. Why are you here?"
"I was given this curse in the summer of 1641. I was only in my twenties, perhaps my early-thirties, yet I had fallen ill. I was coughing up blood for over a week and I knew I hadn't long left. One night, I sat down by a river feeling sorry for myself."
Now, this teenage girl had just told me that she's been around since the 17th century, but something about the sincerity and regret in what she spoke about had me drawn in. I've never been one to deny the existence of the supernatural, but I was still wary, so I let her continue speaking.
"I was lamenting that I had done nothing and my life was being cut short before my hair had gone completely gray. I had no wife, no children, and I was far from wealthy. Then I spotted him. Across the river, a man wearing rags, humming a tune, until he looked up at me."
The young girls tone of voice was one of anger, of hate, but her eyes looked fearful.
"He asked me what had me in such a foul mood on such a fine night. I grumbled that it was very apparent I was dying, and that was when he grinned, a terrible, wretched smile. He stepped across the river, and the water froze under his feet, and a cold chill went up my spine."
"He offered you immortality?" I asked, in response to her silence.
"I asked him what the cost was, to which he told me that I would find out, should I accept his offer."
"And what was the cost?" I found myself whispering.
"After I shook his hand and he walked into the forest, I expected for my sickness to go away, but I began coughing up even more blood, until I died, a little under three days later. But I awoke, feeling healthier than I had in weeks. I got out of bed, walked to a river flowing past outside, and found that the reflection I saw wasn't my own."
"And who's was it?"
"Mary. A girl I had shared a brief romance with when I was younger, but she was married off and moved to another part of the country with a richer man. My consciousness had replaced hers, and I had to resume her life. It was a miracle I wasn't thrown into a sanitorium by her husband for acting strangely, but he wasn't very attentive, let alone present most of the time."
"That's lucky, I think."
"Then I died for a second time a decade later from pneumonia, and awoke in the body of Mary's, or my, son. Then, forty years later, I died for a third time, waking up in the body of his, or my, son, twenty years later in the body of his, or my best friend. I was reincarnating as the people I cared about most. Whatever I made a deal with had played a cruel trick on me. This brand of immortality is worse than death"
"Got more than you bargained for, there." I mumbled, still trying to figure out if I believed her or not. On one hand, the whole idea was crazy. On the other hand, I was pretty convinced, plus she had a sack of money.
"So why'd you come to me? And why's it worth that big stash of cash?" I asked.
"Last I was Tommy O'Malley. I'd been Tommy O'Malley since he was a toddler. I'd got a good teaching job, but stupidly I had a kid. I abandoned him before he turned five. I foolishly hoped I could save him from the consequences of my wish. So I became a recluse. Only showing up to work."
"Were you being a mean old fella in case you'd wind up getting attached to any of us?" I laughed, but stopped after the young girl glared at me, and I swear it was the same glare Mr. O'Malley would give us when we talked in class.
She continued "But, then in 2008, my son came to see me. I don't know how he didn't hate me, but he said he wanted his kids to meet their grandpa. I should've turned him down, but I had gotten lonely, and little Kelly melted my heart."
I realized where this was going, and let her continue.
"Three weeks ago, Tommy O'Malley, that is to say, me, died in his sleep. I woke up as Kelly at around two in the morning, and ran to the edge of town crying. Then I saw him again. The man who granted my wish. I began swearing like a sailor at him, then he spoke."
"Immortality not all as you imagined it? That's alright. Meet me one month from now, at the river we first met. I can take back your wish, but it'll cost you."
Kelly stared at the floor and said "I'm can't let him have my soul, but my immortality needs to end, otherwise I might end up reincarnating as one of Tommy's grandchildren, or my siblings, I suppose."
I understood. I had to raise my daughter all by myself, I wouldn't be able to stand the thought of her soul being kicked out of her body. Still, Kelly was asking a lot of me.
I responded "You think my time at law school will help you cut a better deal with some demon? I'm a little out of my depth in that regard."
She opened the second sack to reveal books, scrolls, some printed documents and sharply said "These are some recorded instances of a guy who sounds like my curse-giver. Learn what you can, and remember, I'm paying you a pretty big portion of the money I earned as Tommy. Meet me tomorrow night."
With that, she left, carrying the money bag. I'm in my fifties now, I shouldn't be buying this, but somehow I was convinced, whether it be by the apparent sincerity of Kelly, or Mr. O'Malley, or whoever, or the money, I quickly turned my attention to the documents she had.
Let me tell you, these seemed more like fairy tales and urban legends, but I couldn't stop reading. All the tales originate from the same region, and involve our boy taking advantage of those who are on the verge of death. It always takes the form of a man with long black hair, wearing rags, with glassy eyes and an unnerving grin. Seriously, there was a real creepy old drawing of him included.
Before I knew it, it was dark outside. I read the last document, containing the coordinates, as well as a note saying to be there tomorrow at midnight.
I tried to sleep, but I kept seeing that old timey drawing of a blind young man with a sinister smile. The day went quickly, and soon I left to visit the destination. I was starting to believe this more and more, but the pay was better than what I was used to, so I arrived, and found Kelly with the money.
"Did you figure anything out?" she whispered.
"I've a hunch that the people whose bodies you hijacked, it has their souls now."
Tears began falling from Kelly's eyes, but they suddenly widened. I heard a humming from across the river, and it sent a shiver down my spine. A man in rags, with long hair began crossing the river.
"Did you find another way?" Kelly frantically asked.
"I'm sorry, but for the sake of your family, I think you'll have to let it take your soul."
"There's another way. I'm so sorry." she sobbed, then the blind young man put its hand on her shoulder.
I watched in horror as the life left her body immediately, yet she had a smile on her face, as she began to turn to dust and blow away in the wind.
"Shame. A soul that's been around for a few hundred years would've satisfied me greatly. But, I'm nothing if not patient, and I suppose you're an investment. How's it feel to be immortal, pal?"
"No. No. Oh no." I stuttered as I ran back to my car, hearing the young blind man chuckling quietly.
That was last night. I've been coughing up blood all day. I worry for my daughter's soul.
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Even more surprising was the fact the client was a young girl, who couldn't have been more than seventeen. Now, you can understand why I was already more than a bit skeptical, then she told me she was immortal and needed my help in changing that.
No sooner than I had awkwardly laughed, she interrupted me and made my jaw drop.
"I was Tommy O'Malley. Mr. O'Malley to you, back when I taught you mathematics for a few years in the early nineteen-eighties."
I was a bit confused now. I did have a Mr. O'Malley teaching me back when I was a teenager, I remember him mostly for being strict and for excessively mean. I noticed that the teenage girl had the same blonde hair and green eyes that he had. Perhaps they were relatives and this was some sort of prank? That would be a bit strange though, considering that I had heard about Mr. O Malley's death a little under a month ago.
I was trying to rationalize this in my head, but her next statement blindsided me.
"Near the end of the school year, your first year at the school, I kept you behind and yelled at you, saying you wouldn't be half the lawyer that your father was if you kept skipping classes and failing tests. You then started crying."
Wow. Yeah, I suppose Mr. O'Malley was a mean old man, but I can't see him telling that charming tale to his granddaughter so she could play a prank on me, not least after he was dead for almost a month. Now, I wasn't really convinced that old Mr. O'Malley had reincarnated as this teenage girl, but I definitely wanted to know more.
"OK, let's say you're immortal. Why are you here?"
"I was given this curse in the summer of 1641. I was only in my twenties, perhaps my early-thirties, yet I had fallen ill. I was coughing up blood for over a week and I knew I hadn't long left. One night, I sat down by a river feeling sorry for myself."
Now, this teenage girl had just told me that she's been around since the 17th century, but something about the sincerity and regret in what she spoke about had me drawn in. I've never been one to deny the existence of the supernatural, but I was still wary, so I let her continue speaking.
"I was lamenting that I had done nothing and my life was being cut short before my hair had gone completely gray. I had no wife, no children, and I was far from wealthy. Then I spotted him. Across the river, a man wearing rags, humming a tune, until he looked up at me."
The young girls tone of voice was one of anger, of hate, but her eyes looked fearful.
"He asked me what had me in such a foul mood on such a fine night. I grumbled that it was very apparent I was dying, and that was when he grinned, a terrible, wretched smile. He stepped across the river, and the water froze under his feet, and a cold chill went up my spine."
"He offered you immortality?" I asked, in response to her silence.
"I asked him what the cost was, to which he told me that I would find out, should I accept his offer."
"And what was the cost?" I found myself whispering.
"After I shook his hand and he walked into the forest, I expected for my sickness to go away, but I began coughing up even more blood, until I died, a little under three days later. But I awoke, feeling healthier than I had in weeks. I got out of bed, walked to a river flowing past outside, and found that the reflection I saw wasn't my own."
"And who's was it?"
"Mary. A girl I had shared a brief romance with when I was younger, but she was married off and moved to another part of the country with a richer man. My consciousness had replaced hers, and I had to resume her life. It was a miracle I wasn't thrown into a sanitorium by her husband for acting strangely, but he wasn't very attentive, let alone present most of the time."
"That's lucky, I think."
"Then I died for a second time a decade later from pneumonia, and awoke in the body of Mary's, or my, son. Then, forty years later, I died for a third time, waking up in the body of his, or my, son, twenty years later in the body of his, or my best friend. I was reincarnating as the people I cared about most. Whatever I made a deal with had played a cruel trick on me. This brand of immortality is worse than death"
"Got more than you bargained for, there." I mumbled, still trying to figure out if I believed her or not. On one hand, the whole idea was crazy. On the other hand, I was pretty convinced, plus she had a sack of money.
"So why'd you come to me? And why's it worth that big stash of cash?" I asked.
"Last I was Tommy O'Malley. I'd been Tommy O'Malley since he was a toddler. I'd got a good teaching job, but stupidly I had a kid. I abandoned him before he turned five. I foolishly hoped I could save him from the consequences of my wish. So I became a recluse. Only showing up to work."
"Were you being a mean old fella in case you'd wind up getting attached to any of us?" I laughed, but stopped after the young girl glared at me, and I swear it was the same glare Mr. O'Malley would give us when we talked in class.
She continued "But, then in 2008, my son came to see me. I don't know how he didn't hate me, but he said he wanted his kids to meet their grandpa. I should've turned him down, but I had gotten lonely, and little Kelly melted my heart."
I realized where this was going, and let her continue.
"Three weeks ago, Tommy O'Malley, that is to say, me, died in his sleep. I woke up as Kelly at around two in the morning, and ran to the edge of town crying. Then I saw him again. The man who granted my wish. I began swearing like a sailor at him, then he spoke."
"Immortality not all as you imagined it? That's alright. Meet me one month from now, at the river we first met. I can take back your wish, but it'll cost you."
Kelly stared at the floor and said "I'm can't let him have my soul, but my immortality needs to end, otherwise I might end up reincarnating as one of Tommy's grandchildren, or my siblings, I suppose."
I understood. I had to raise my daughter all by myself, I wouldn't be able to stand the thought of her soul being kicked out of her body. Still, Kelly was asking a lot of me.
I responded "You think my time at law school will help you cut a better deal with some demon? I'm a little out of my depth in that regard."
She opened the second sack to reveal books, scrolls, some printed documents and sharply said "These are some recorded instances of a guy who sounds like my curse-giver. Learn what you can, and remember, I'm paying you a pretty big portion of the money I earned as Tommy. Meet me tomorrow night."
With that, she left, carrying the money bag. I'm in my fifties now, I shouldn't be buying this, but somehow I was convinced, whether it be by the apparent sincerity of Kelly, or Mr. O'Malley, or whoever, or the money, I quickly turned my attention to the documents she had.
Let me tell you, these seemed more like fairy tales and urban legends, but I couldn't stop reading. All the tales originate from the same region, and involve our boy taking advantage of those who are on the verge of death. It always takes the form of a man with long black hair, wearing rags, with glassy eyes and an unnerving grin. Seriously, there was a real creepy old drawing of him included.
Before I knew it, it was dark outside. I read the last document, containing the coordinates, as well as a note saying to be there tomorrow at midnight.
I tried to sleep, but I kept seeing that old timey drawing of a blind young man with a sinister smile. The day went quickly, and soon I left to visit the destination. I was starting to believe this more and more, but the pay was better than what I was used to, so I arrived, and found Kelly with the money.
"Did you figure anything out?" she whispered.
"I've a hunch that the people whose bodies you hijacked, it has their souls now."
Tears began falling from Kelly's eyes, but they suddenly widened. I heard a humming from across the river, and it sent a shiver down my spine. A man in rags, with long hair began crossing the river.
"Did you find another way?" Kelly frantically asked.
"I'm sorry, but for the sake of your family, I think you'll have to let it take your soul."
"There's another way. I'm so sorry." she sobbed, then the blind young man put its hand on her shoulder.
I watched in horror as the life left her body immediately, yet she had a smile on her face, as she began to turn to dust and blow away in the wind.
"Shame. A soul that's been around for a few hundred years would've satisfied me greatly. But, I'm nothing if not patient, and I suppose you're an investment. How's it feel to be immortal, pal?"
"No. No. Oh no." I stuttered as I ran back to my car, hearing the young blind man chuckling quietly.
That was last night. I've been coughing up blood all day. I worry for my daughter's soul.
2023.06.08 22:39 NightCities13 88 Years Later-Game 14-PreGames
District 7
Sylo Trujillo (Game 13) stood in front of the bowls as Mayor Branks made a speech. Sylo then reached into the male bowl, removing the name of sixteen year old Maggie Mott. A scream was heard as a girl with pretty blonde curls and blue eyes walked to the stage. Maggie shook Sylo’s hand, a tear rolling down her face. Maggie was still attending school, and did not currently have a job.
Sylo then reached into the male bowl and removed the name of eighteen year old Quennel Montague. A tall, muscular young man with ebony skin and an afro of hair walked to the stage, and shook Sylo’s hand. Quennel worked as a lumberjack, having left school at the age of fifteen to support his family.
In the town hall, Maggie visited with her sisters, Alysia and Ellen. She promised to try and return, and told her sisters that she loved them, before being taken to the train.
Quennel was visited by his wheelchair bound father, and younger brothers, Swift, Elon, and Ashin. Quennel told them that he would try to return, or at least place in the top 6, to get some money for the family, before being taken to the train.
Once on the train, Maggie and Quennel met their mentor, 23 year old Holly Hammond (Game 8). Holly taught Maggie how to throw axes, all while giving advice to Quennel on his ax throwing technique.
At the apartment, the next morning at 8, Holly showed District 6’s reaping, claiming that many of their past tributes had been alcoholics and morphling addicts.
District 6
Sylo was now in District 6, after a good rest the night before. Sylo reached his hand into the female bowl, seeming shocked by the population of District 6 and how high on morphling they were.
Sylo read aloud the name of eighteen year old Montana Adams. He looked at the crowd of eighteen year old girls, right as a peacekeeper entered the enclosure. He pulled a young lady out, who was obviously under the influence of morphling. Montana had messy brown hair and brown eyes, and she made no protests when she was forced to shake Sylo’s hand.
Without further ado, Sylo wiped his hand on his pants, before selecting a name from the male bowl. The male tribute this year was fifteen year old Ohio Duffy. A shorter boy with brown hair and eyes walked to the stage, nervously shaking Sylo’s hand. Ohio did not appear to be under the influence of anything.
In the town hall, Montana was visited by several friends of hers who were also under the influence, before she was dragged away after it became clear that she wasn’t coherent.
Ohio was visited by his father and younger brother, a thirteen year old named Camden. Ohio said that he would try his best to return, but admitted that if wasn’t likely.
On the train, Montana and Ohio met their mentor, Peoria Dixon, who promptly injected Montana with a morphling antidote. Once Montana realized where she was, she let out a shrill scream, that let Peoria and Ohio to cover their ears.
Peoria taught Montana and Ohio how to throw knives, and gently gave corrections. Peoria also had an avox wash and style Montana’s hair, as it had been a disgusting rat’s nest.
Once back at the apartment, an exhausted Montana went straight to bed; and Peoria and Ohio watched several of the original Games, before Peoria sent Ohio to bed as well.
Training
During training, Montana and Ohio threw knives, and Montana also utilized the camouflage station. Meanwhile Maggie and Quennel threw axes at targets.
Assessments and Odds
Montana scored a 6 for knife throwing and camouflage, and had odds of 12 to 1. Meanwhile Ohio also scored a 6 for the same thing, but had odds of 10 to 1.
Maggie scored a 7 and Quennel scored an 8, both for ax throwing. Maggie had odds of 8 to 1, and Quennel had odds of 6 to 1.
Interviews
Euphemia Demigloss was dressed in a beige dress, and when it was Montana’s turn, she wryly talked about how she wished she could have some morphling. This earned her a reputation as a junkie, and many hoped she would die in the bloodbath.
Ohio discussed how he had never drank alcohol or taken morphling, and how he just wanted people to see that District 6 wasn’t just full of addicts.
Maggie talked about wanting to see her sisters again, while Quennel spoke of being his family’s main income, and how he had to win.
Game Maker Juliana Ricci gave her hint word, which was “fall.”
Tube Rooms
Upon arriving beneath the arena, the tributes were taken to the tube rooms.
Peoria didn’t even bother to visit Montana, who stared defiantly at a peacekeeper. Meanwhile Peoria spent her time giving Ohio a lot of advice for the Games.
Holly hugged Maggie and wished her luck in the Games, and then visited Quennel. The two had a heartfelt conversation, and Holly promised to care for Quennel’s family if he died.
Once all 24 tributes were in their tubes, they rose up into the arena.
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Sylo Trujillo (Game 13) stood in front of the bowls as Mayor Branks made a speech. Sylo then reached into the male bowl, removing the name of sixteen year old Maggie Mott. A scream was heard as a girl with pretty blonde curls and blue eyes walked to the stage. Maggie shook Sylo’s hand, a tear rolling down her face. Maggie was still attending school, and did not currently have a job.
Sylo then reached into the male bowl and removed the name of eighteen year old Quennel Montague. A tall, muscular young man with ebony skin and an afro of hair walked to the stage, and shook Sylo’s hand. Quennel worked as a lumberjack, having left school at the age of fifteen to support his family.
In the town hall, Maggie visited with her sisters, Alysia and Ellen. She promised to try and return, and told her sisters that she loved them, before being taken to the train.
Quennel was visited by his wheelchair bound father, and younger brothers, Swift, Elon, and Ashin. Quennel told them that he would try to return, or at least place in the top 6, to get some money for the family, before being taken to the train.
Once on the train, Maggie and Quennel met their mentor, 23 year old Holly Hammond (Game 8). Holly taught Maggie how to throw axes, all while giving advice to Quennel on his ax throwing technique.
At the apartment, the next morning at 8, Holly showed District 6’s reaping, claiming that many of their past tributes had been alcoholics and morphling addicts.
District 6
Sylo was now in District 6, after a good rest the night before. Sylo reached his hand into the female bowl, seeming shocked by the population of District 6 and how high on morphling they were.
Sylo read aloud the name of eighteen year old Montana Adams. He looked at the crowd of eighteen year old girls, right as a peacekeeper entered the enclosure. He pulled a young lady out, who was obviously under the influence of morphling. Montana had messy brown hair and brown eyes, and she made no protests when she was forced to shake Sylo’s hand.
Without further ado, Sylo wiped his hand on his pants, before selecting a name from the male bowl. The male tribute this year was fifteen year old Ohio Duffy. A shorter boy with brown hair and eyes walked to the stage, nervously shaking Sylo’s hand. Ohio did not appear to be under the influence of anything.
In the town hall, Montana was visited by several friends of hers who were also under the influence, before she was dragged away after it became clear that she wasn’t coherent.
Ohio was visited by his father and younger brother, a thirteen year old named Camden. Ohio said that he would try his best to return, but admitted that if wasn’t likely.
On the train, Montana and Ohio met their mentor, Peoria Dixon, who promptly injected Montana with a morphling antidote. Once Montana realized where she was, she let out a shrill scream, that let Peoria and Ohio to cover their ears.
Peoria taught Montana and Ohio how to throw knives, and gently gave corrections. Peoria also had an avox wash and style Montana’s hair, as it had been a disgusting rat’s nest.
Once back at the apartment, an exhausted Montana went straight to bed; and Peoria and Ohio watched several of the original Games, before Peoria sent Ohio to bed as well.
Training
During training, Montana and Ohio threw knives, and Montana also utilized the camouflage station. Meanwhile Maggie and Quennel threw axes at targets.
Assessments and Odds
Montana scored a 6 for knife throwing and camouflage, and had odds of 12 to 1. Meanwhile Ohio also scored a 6 for the same thing, but had odds of 10 to 1.
Maggie scored a 7 and Quennel scored an 8, both for ax throwing. Maggie had odds of 8 to 1, and Quennel had odds of 6 to 1.
Interviews
Euphemia Demigloss was dressed in a beige dress, and when it was Montana’s turn, she wryly talked about how she wished she could have some morphling. This earned her a reputation as a junkie, and many hoped she would die in the bloodbath.
Ohio discussed how he had never drank alcohol or taken morphling, and how he just wanted people to see that District 6 wasn’t just full of addicts.
Maggie talked about wanting to see her sisters again, while Quennel spoke of being his family’s main income, and how he had to win.
Game Maker Juliana Ricci gave her hint word, which was “fall.”
Tube Rooms
Upon arriving beneath the arena, the tributes were taken to the tube rooms.
Peoria didn’t even bother to visit Montana, who stared defiantly at a peacekeeper. Meanwhile Peoria spent her time giving Ohio a lot of advice for the Games.
Holly hugged Maggie and wished her luck in the Games, and then visited Quennel. The two had a heartfelt conversation, and Holly promised to care for Quennel’s family if he died.
Once all 24 tributes were in their tubes, they rose up into the arena.
2023.06.08 22:35 LoveMangaBuddy Read A white mage who was exiled after being handed a knife in an SSS rank dungeon. Due to the curse of Yggdrasil, he overcame his weak point, lack of magical power, and became the strongest in the world. - Chapter 5.2 - MangaPuma
Rei, a white mage who belongs to an A-rank adventurer party, is expelled from the party as a useless person who cannot move after using Heal once. Only one dagger was handed over.
Left alone in the SSS rank dungeon, Labyrinth of Yggdrasil, he prepares for death… "You're the first human to reach this far." As if being guided by something, Rei meets Norn, a mysterious girl who lives in the lowest l ... Read A white mage who was exiled after being handed a knife in an SSS rank dungeon. Due to the curse of Yggdrasil, he overcame his weak point, lack of magical power, and became the strongest in the world. - Chapter 5.2 - MangaPuma. Read more at https://mangapuma.com/a-white-mage-who-was-exiled-after-being-handed-a-knife-in-an-sss-rank-dungeon-due-to-the-curse-of-yggdrasil-he-overcame-his-weak-point-lack-of-magical-power-and-became-the-strongest-in-the-world/chapter-5-2
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Left alone in the SSS rank dungeon, Labyrinth of Yggdrasil, he prepares for death… "You're the first human to reach this far." As if being guided by something, Rei meets Norn, a mysterious girl who lives in the lowest l ... Read A white mage who was exiled after being handed a knife in an SSS rank dungeon. Due to the curse of Yggdrasil, he overcame his weak point, lack of magical power, and became the strongest in the world. - Chapter 5.2 - MangaPuma. Read more at https://mangapuma.com/a-white-mage-who-was-exiled-after-being-handed-a-knife-in-an-sss-rank-dungeon-due-to-the-curse-of-yggdrasil-he-overcame-his-weak-point-lack-of-magical-power-and-became-the-strongest-in-the-world/chapter-5-2
2023.06.08 22:34 Difficult_Camp4355 My brother (16M) and I (19F) “experimented” sexually when we were younger and I’m completely torn up over it.
HUGE TW!!
I’ve had a lot of weird encounters when I was little
The encounter that bothers me the most however is ones that occurred with my brother when we were young. My parents had these porn dvds and we found them. I remember afterwards asking my brother if he knew what sex was and he said that he did, so we went into the closet and tried to “hump” but I didn’t really work. I think we did that a few times afterwards. I remember one time taking his clothes and trying to make the “white stuff” come out from him but I accidentally hurt him and he cried.. so I but his clothes back on and we went to bed. I was 6 and he was 4 during that...
Other times included when we moved into our new house and we tried out tithings we saw in porn and this would include oral…. We also would "hump" genital to genital, I was sit on top of him and he would thrust up, and if he just sat there I would say “do something” and he would thrust up. I think it’s important to add that I initiated more thah he did, and he agreed, we never forced each other to my remembering. May have been some convincing from both ends sometimes to do something or watch something explicit. I remember some other times he would touch my crotch and chest with stuffed animals and my mother saw him and just told him not to do that. He also touched my genitals without permission when I was trying to stick my fingers in them but tbh I don't really care much about what he did to me at the time, I'm more worried about him, as I'm his older sister.
At this time I also made hella Nude videos and sometimes my brother would join but mostly just me. He told on me for one of the videos I made. I also was having grown people on webcam chat sites telling me to expose my breast and I just… did. I feel super bad about what happened with my brother and I blame myself for it. I apologized to him and he said he accepts it, but has also said a separate time that he doesn’t feeling I abused him in any way during our childhood (physical, emotional, sexual, etc) so I’m super conflicted and think it could be my ocd but I still feel so much guilt because stuff DID happen . The last time we did anything remotely sexual was when I was in fifth grade I believe when we role played two TV characters, and there was an accidental penetration for like two seconds. But even just a few months ago he showed me a video of his friend in his grade (he’s a sophomore) drinking his own-you know what- and was spreading it around and the thought of that just makes me sick. The stuff we did wasn't really ever consistent. Just whenever the thought popped up randomly in our head I believe. We played normally to and had a normal relationship when we were kids as well So ig I'm asking for advice on the next steps? I don't want to push him to feel like a victim because he doesn't feel like one and maybe he remembers things different, but at the same time, maybe he doesn't necessarily understand. I’ve talked to my therapist about it and she tries to get through to me that it wasn’t my fault but I feel like it is? I desperately need advice
(I’m 19 and he’s 16, we’re 2.5 years apart)
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I’ve had a lot of weird encounters when I was little
The encounter that bothers me the most however is ones that occurred with my brother when we were young. My parents had these porn dvds and we found them. I remember afterwards asking my brother if he knew what sex was and he said that he did, so we went into the closet and tried to “hump” but I didn’t really work. I think we did that a few times afterwards. I remember one time taking his clothes and trying to make the “white stuff” come out from him but I accidentally hurt him and he cried.. so I but his clothes back on and we went to bed. I was 6 and he was 4 during that...
Other times included when we moved into our new house and we tried out tithings we saw in porn and this would include oral…. We also would "hump" genital to genital, I was sit on top of him and he would thrust up, and if he just sat there I would say “do something” and he would thrust up. I think it’s important to add that I initiated more thah he did, and he agreed, we never forced each other to my remembering. May have been some convincing from both ends sometimes to do something or watch something explicit. I remember some other times he would touch my crotch and chest with stuffed animals and my mother saw him and just told him not to do that. He also touched my genitals without permission when I was trying to stick my fingers in them but tbh I don't really care much about what he did to me at the time, I'm more worried about him, as I'm his older sister.
At this time I also made hella Nude videos and sometimes my brother would join but mostly just me. He told on me for one of the videos I made. I also was having grown people on webcam chat sites telling me to expose my breast and I just… did. I feel super bad about what happened with my brother and I blame myself for it. I apologized to him and he said he accepts it, but has also said a separate time that he doesn’t feeling I abused him in any way during our childhood (physical, emotional, sexual, etc) so I’m super conflicted and think it could be my ocd but I still feel so much guilt because stuff DID happen . The last time we did anything remotely sexual was when I was in fifth grade I believe when we role played two TV characters, and there was an accidental penetration for like two seconds. But even just a few months ago he showed me a video of his friend in his grade (he’s a sophomore) drinking his own-you know what- and was spreading it around and the thought of that just makes me sick. The stuff we did wasn't really ever consistent. Just whenever the thought popped up randomly in our head I believe. We played normally to and had a normal relationship when we were kids as well So ig I'm asking for advice on the next steps? I don't want to push him to feel like a victim because he doesn't feel like one and maybe he remembers things different, but at the same time, maybe he doesn't necessarily understand. I’ve talked to my therapist about it and she tries to get through to me that it wasn’t my fault but I feel like it is? I desperately need advice
(I’m 19 and he’s 16, we’re 2.5 years apart)
2023.06.08 22:34 _Raspootin_ Fuck me for not making it about looks, right?
Jesus, a lot of dating subs are full of toxic masculinity.
I get it, I'm a 5, or maybe a 4. I can't fucking help my looks, and often when I ask for advice, half of the time it's something along the lines of "well maybe your ugly bro".
When did online dating become mainly about looks? Then if I read things from the women's side, I see so many posts along the lines of "he was so hot, but SO BAD in bed".
Do you ever stop and think, women, that might have something to do with it? Just like the hot girls aced high school by doing "favors" in exchange for A's, maybe the men are doing the same thing with sex?
If you make it all about looks, then the glaring issues often don't come out until later, much later. In fact studies have shown online dating typically leads to higher incidences of divorce.
Seriously, fuck these men who think just because they are handsome they can just pick any girl they want, be mediocre in bed, and rinse and repeat.
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I get it, I'm a 5, or maybe a 4. I can't fucking help my looks, and often when I ask for advice, half of the time it's something along the lines of "well maybe your ugly bro".
When did online dating become mainly about looks? Then if I read things from the women's side, I see so many posts along the lines of "he was so hot, but SO BAD in bed".
Do you ever stop and think, women, that might have something to do with it? Just like the hot girls aced high school by doing "favors" in exchange for A's, maybe the men are doing the same thing with sex?
If you make it all about looks, then the glaring issues often don't come out until later, much later. In fact studies have shown online dating typically leads to higher incidences of divorce.
Seriously, fuck these men who think just because they are handsome they can just pick any girl they want, be mediocre in bed, and rinse and repeat.
2023.06.08 22:34 Secure_Run_2510 Masonic organizations
Be a Freemason.
THE FAMILY OF FREEMASONRY
Beyond the symbolic lodge, there are a number of additional Masonic-affiliated organizations.
The three most well-known appendant bodies are: Shriners International 32º Scottish Rite Freemasonry York Rite
Each of these appendant bodies hold as its membership prerequisite that a man remain a Master Mason in good standing.
Shriners International SR Family 32º SCOTTISH RITE FREEMASONRY
Scottish Rite - Northern Masonic Jurisdiction Scottish Rite - Southern Jurisdiction Scottish Rite - Canada York YORK RITE FREEMASONRY
York Rite Freemasonry General Grand Chapter Royal Arch Masons General Grand Council Cryptic Masons The Grand Encampment Knights Templar
MASONIC YOUTH GROUPS
DEMOLAY INTERNATIONAL
RAINBOW GIRLS
JOB'S DAUGHTERS
OTHER MASONIC ORGANIZATIONS There are a number of other organizations in the Masonic family you can explore.
Allied Masonic Degrees
Council of the Nine Muses
Daughters of the Nile
Grand College of Rites
Heroes of '76
High Twelve International
Holy Royal Arch Knight Templar Priests
Knight Masons
Knights Beneficent of the Holy City (CBCS)
Knights of the York Cross of Honour
Masonic Order of Athelstan
Masonic Order of Pilgrim Preceptors
National Sojourners
Philalethes Society
Social Order of the Beauceant
Societas Rosicruciana in Civitatibus Foederatis (SRICF)
Society of Blue Friars
Tall Cedars of Lebanon
The Masonic Society
The Operatives (Worshipful Society of Free Masons, Rough Masons, Wallers, Slaters, Paviors, Plaisterers and Bricklayers)
The Mystic Order of Veiled Prophets of the Enchanted Realm
Order of the Amaranth
Order of the Eastern Star
The Royal Order of Scotland
UGIC, Red Cross of Constantine
Order of the White Shrine of Jerusalem
Ye Antient Order of Noble Corks
Ye Commemorative Order of St. Thomas of Acon
York Rite Sovereign College
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THE FAMILY OF FREEMASONRY
Beyond the symbolic lodge, there are a number of additional Masonic-affiliated organizations.
The three most well-known appendant bodies are: Shriners International 32º Scottish Rite Freemasonry York Rite
Each of these appendant bodies hold as its membership prerequisite that a man remain a Master Mason in good standing.
Shriners International SR Family 32º SCOTTISH RITE FREEMASONRY
Scottish Rite - Northern Masonic Jurisdiction Scottish Rite - Southern Jurisdiction Scottish Rite - Canada York YORK RITE FREEMASONRY
York Rite Freemasonry General Grand Chapter Royal Arch Masons General Grand Council Cryptic Masons The Grand Encampment Knights Templar
MASONIC YOUTH GROUPS
DEMOLAY INTERNATIONAL
RAINBOW GIRLS
JOB'S DAUGHTERS
OTHER MASONIC ORGANIZATIONS There are a number of other organizations in the Masonic family you can explore.
Allied Masonic Degrees
Council of the Nine Muses
Daughters of the Nile
Grand College of Rites
Heroes of '76
High Twelve International
Holy Royal Arch Knight Templar Priests
Knight Masons
Knights Beneficent of the Holy City (CBCS)
Knights of the York Cross of Honour
Masonic Order of Athelstan
Masonic Order of Pilgrim Preceptors
National Sojourners
Philalethes Society
Social Order of the Beauceant
Societas Rosicruciana in Civitatibus Foederatis (SRICF)
Society of Blue Friars
Tall Cedars of Lebanon
The Masonic Society
The Operatives (Worshipful Society of Free Masons, Rough Masons, Wallers, Slaters, Paviors, Plaisterers and Bricklayers)
The Mystic Order of Veiled Prophets of the Enchanted Realm
Order of the Amaranth
Order of the Eastern Star
The Royal Order of Scotland
UGIC, Red Cross of Constantine
Order of the White Shrine of Jerusalem
Ye Antient Order of Noble Corks
Ye Commemorative Order of St. Thomas of Acon
York Rite Sovereign College
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2023.06.08 22:25 ItsGigachadBabyy List of good games/franchises and upcoming games
So here's a little something for everyone on a list i made over some time. I also included upcoming games that i think will be good.
1428: Shadows over Silesia
7 Days to Die
60 Seconds
60 Parsecs
ATOM RPG
Achilles: Legends Untold
ASTRONEER
A Total War Saga: TROY
ARK Survival Evolved, ARK 2
Anno
Aftermath
After Us
ARMORED CORE VI FIRES OF RUBICON
Alfred Hitchcock Vertigo
Ad Infinitum
Antichamber
Among The Trolls
A Plague Tale: Innocence
A Plague Tale: Requiem
Apsulov
Assassin's Creed
Anna's Songs: Nascence
Ancestors: The Humankind Odyssey
Ancestors Legacy
Against the Storm
Age of Empires
Age of Darkness
Age of Darkness: Final Stand
Age of Wonders
Atlas Fallen
Attack on Titan
Atomic Heart
Alien: Isolation
Aliens: Dark Descent
Aliens: Fireteam Elite + Pathogen
Aliens [ Survios studio ]
Alice: Madness Returns
Alice: Asylum
Alone in the dark
Alan Wake Remastered
Agatha Christie: The ABC Murders
Avowed
Arcanum
Apotheon
Axiom Verge
Bad Dream Fever, Coma
Bastion
Batman
Batman: The Telltale Series
Batman: The Enemy Within
Barotrauma
Back to the Future: The Game
Back 4 Blood
Battle Brothers
Battlefield
Baldur's Gate
Beyond Good & Evil
Bendy and the Dark Revival
BELLATORES
Bioshock Remastered
Beyond: Two Souls
Borderlands
Book of Travels
Botanicula
Bulletstorm
Bully
BLACKTAIL
Blade Runner [ Old point and click game ]
Blasphemous
Blacksad: Under the Skin
Black Book
Black Myth: Wukong
Black Geyser: Couriers of Darkness
Black Mesa
Bleak Faith: Forsaken
Bloodborne
BloodRayne Betrayal
Bloodstained: Ritual of the Night
Bramble: The Mountain King
Breathedge
Broken Age
Bright Memory: Infinite
Brothers - A Tale of Two Sons
Broken Sword: Director's Cut
Broken Veil
Broken Pieces
Call of Duty
Call of Cthulhu
Creaks
Crysis
Crying Suns
Crimson Desert
Chrono Odyssey
Chorus
CHERNOBYLITE Enhanced Edition
Child of Light
Condemned
Control [Remedy Entertainment]
COCOON
Code Vein
ColdSide
Colony Ship
Company of Heroes
Command and Conquer
Contradiction: Spot The Liar
Conan Exiles
Conarium
Cozy Grove
Citizen Sleeper
Castlevania
Call of Juarez
Civilization
Crusader Kings
Cloudpunk
Cult of the Lamb
CULTIC
Curse of the Dead Gods
DARQ
DayZ
D4: Dark Dreams Don't Die
Day of the Tentacle Remastered
Darkest Dungeon
Dark Seed
Dark Fracture
Darkwood
Days Gone
Daymare 1994: Sandcastle
Dishonored
Disco Elysium - The Final Cut
Diablo
Divinity
Divine Divinity
Darkborn
Dragon Ball Z Kakarot
Dragon's Dogma: Dark Arisen
Dying Light
Deadlight: Director's Cut
Destiny 2
Dead Cells
Dead Island
Deadly Premonition
Death's Gambit: Afterlife
Desperados
Death Stranding
Deathground
Deathloop
Derelicts
Dead Rising
Death's Door
Deep Rock Galactic
Dark Souls
Deus Ex
Devil May Cry 5
Demon's Souls
Detroit: Become Human
Darksiders
Dune: Spice Wars
Dungeons
Dungeon Siege
Dust to the End
Dragon Age
Dead Space
Dracula
DRYAD
Doom
Don't Starve
Eastshade
Eador
Echoes of the End
Edge of Sanity
Elden Ring
ELEX
Eldest Souls
Eternal Threads
Escape from Tarkov
Endless Dungeon
Endless Legend
Endless Space
ENDER LILIES: Quietus of the Knights
Enslaved: Odyssey to the West
Endling Extinction is Forever
Encased
Everwild
Everspace
Evil Genius
Evil West
Everybody's Gone to the Rapture
Exanima
Expeditions
EXEKILLER
FATE
Fatal Frame
Farthest Frontier
FAR: Changing Tides
FAR: Lone Sails
Fibrillation HD
F.E.A.R.
Falling Frontier
Fanstratics
Fallout
Fable
Fobia St. Dinfna Hotel
For Honor
Fort Solis
Forever Skies
Forza Horizon
Fran Bow
Friday the 13th
From The Darkness
Frostpunk
Final Form [ Sci-fi game ]
Final Fantasy VII Remake
F.I.S.T.: Forged in Shadow Torch
Flintlock: The Siege of Dawn
Flashback 2
Fury Unleashed
GTA
Gray Dawn
Galactic Civilizations
Gabriel Knight
Grim Fandango Remastered
GTFO
Gears of War
Gerda: A Flame in Winter
Godfall
Going Medieval
God of War
Gothic Remake
Gone Home
Gord
Gears 5
Greedfall
Green Hell
GRIME
GREYHILL INCIDENT
Greak: Memories of Azur
Ghost 1.0
Ghost Song
Ghostwire: Tokyo
Ghostrunner
Ghost of Tsushima
Ghost of a Tale + UE5 Sequel
Giants Uprising
Grim Dawn
Guild Wars
Guacamelee
Gloomhaven
Hard West
Have a Nice Death
Haven
Hades
Halo
Harvester [ Old game ]
Hardspace: Shipbreaker
Hellslave
Hellblade
Hell is Us
HELLSEED
Heavenly Bodies
High on Life
Hitman
Hidden Deep
Half Life 2
Hoa
Hogwarts Legacy
Homefront
Horizon Zero Dawn
Horizon Forbidden West
Hollow Knight
Homeworld
Heroes of Might and Magic
Humankind
Hunt: Showdown
I,The Inquisitor
I.G.I. Origins
Icewind Dale: Enhanced Edition
Ion Fury
ICARUS
INMOST
Infliction
INSIDE
INSTINCTION
In Sound Mind
ILL
In The Valley of Gods
Into The Dead: Our Darkest Days
Immortals Fenyx Rising
Iris.Fall
IXION
Judas
Just Cause
Just Us
Kentucky Route Zero
Kholat
Kingdoms of Amalur: Reckoning
Kingdom Come: Deliverance
King Arthur: Knight's Tale
King's Bounty: The Legend
King's Bounty: Armored Princess
King's Bounty
King's Quest
Kena: Bridge of Spirits
Last Epoch
Lamplight City
Last Day of June
Last Days of Lazarus
Lunacy: Saint Rhodes
Little Nightmares
Little Misfortune
Little Inferno
Like a Dragon: Ishin
Like a Dragon Gaiden: The Man Who Erased His Name
Life is Strange True Colors
Lies Of P
LA Noire
Lake
Layers of Fear
Lorelei and the Laser Eyes
Lollipop Chainsaw Remake
Lost Planet
Lost Ember
Lost in Random
Lords of the Fallen 2023
Lost Soul Aside
Lost in Play
Lost Ark
Lone Wolf
Lost in Vivo
Loretta
Len's Island
Legacy of Kain
Legend of Grimrock
Left 4 Dead
Luna Abyss
Mad Max
Max Payne
Machinika Museum
Machinarium
Mandragora
Manor Lords
Manifold Garden
Masquerada: Songs and Shadows
Mass Effect Legendary Edition
Maid of Sker
Manhunt
Marauders
Miasma Chronicles
Mundaun
Mafia Remake
MAGIN: The Rat Project Stories
Mirror's Edge
Middle-earth: Shadow of War
Middle-earth: Shadow of Mordor
Midnight Fight Express
Mictlan: The Game
Metro
Metal: Hellsinger Metroid Dread Medieval Dynasty Medal of Honor Metal Gear Solid Mount & Blade Mortal Shell Monster Hunter: World Monster Hunter: Rise Moons of Madness Moonscars Mutazione Monument Valley: Panoramic Edition Monkey Island Naruto: Ultimate Ninja Storm Necromunda: Hired Gun Never Alone (Kisima Ingitchuna) New World Negative Atmosphere Neverwinter Nights: Enhanced Edition Need for Speed Neon White NieR Automata Nioh Nightingale Nivalis Nine Sols No Man's Sky Northgard NORCO Noita Obscure Okami HD Old World Once Human OlliOlli World Observation Observer: System Redux Oddworld: Abe's Oddysee Oddworld: New 'n' Tasty Oddworld: Soulstorm Enhanced Edition Once Upon a Time in Roswell Othercide Ori Outlast Outcast 2 - A New Beginning Out There: Oceans of Time Outer Wilds OUTRIDERS Outbreak Island Open Roads OPUS: Echo of Starsong Oxenfree Oxygen Not Included Owlboy Path of Exile Painkiller [ Saber Interactive ] PIONER Paradise Lost Paranoid [ Survival Horror ] Paralives Pacific Drive Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous Pathfinder: Kingmaker Pillars of Eternity Prey Post Trauma Praey for the Gods Payday Penumbra Perfect Dark Persona Pentiment Pragmata Prodeus Prototype Project Athia Project: MARA Project Zomboid Prehistoric Kingdom Prince of Persia Primordia Phasmophobia Pathologic Planet of Lana Planescape: Torment: Enhanced Edition Pharaoh A New Era + Cleopatra 1999 POSTAL UNSIGHTED Unholy Unawake Under UnderRail Under The Waves Uncharted Unforeseen Incidents Raji: An Ancient Epic Ravenous Devils Ravenswatch Rain World Resident Evil Return to Nangrim Ready or Not Returnal Risk of Rain Rise of the Ronin Red Dead Redemption Redemption of the Damned Remember Me Remothered Return of the Obra Dinn Return to Monkey Island Robocop: Rogue City Röki ROUTINE REPLACED Remnant: From the Ashes Remnant 2 Rust Rustler Tales of Arise Tails of Iron Tales from the Borderlands Tainted Grail: The Fall of Avalon TAPE: Unveil the Memories Tainted Grail: Conquest The Alters The Last Night The Long Dark The Medium The Ascent Those Who Remain The Longest Journey + HD mod The Red Strings Club The Tiny Bang Story The Talos Principle The Invincible The Saboteur Thymesia Thief This Bed We Made The Bird That Drinks Tears This War of Mine The Expanse: A Telltale Series The Age of Decadence They Are Billions They Are Here The Shattering Tomb Raider To the Moon Tom Clancy's Ghost Recon Wildlands Tormentum Tower of Time Torchlight Total War [ All Games ] Torment: Tides of Numenera Twin Mirror Twin Soul Titanfall 2 Tiny Tina's Wonderlands Titan Quest Anniversary Edition Tintin Reporter - Cigars of the Pharaoh TSIOQUE Timespinner Transistor Trepang2 Trek to Yomi Tribes of Midgard Tell Me Why Technobabylon Terminator: Resistance Terminator Survival Project Tempest Rising Teardown Tyranny Sable Sacred Samorost Sanitarium Satisfactory Sally Face Saints Row Sniper Elite Sniper: Ghost Warrior Skyrim + Mods Solasta Sekiro: Shadows Die Twice SIGNALIS Silver Chains Silent Hill Silent Doom Silence [ Point & Click ] Sifu Serum Secret Files Serious Sam Seasons after Fall SENTIENT [ Psychological Horror ] Slitterhead Someday You'll Return Song of Horror Songs of Conquest Sons of the Forest Source of Madness South of the Circle Solium Infernum Soulframe Soulstice Superliminal Subnautica Sundered Subnautica: Below Zero Sleeping Dogs Stranded Deep Star Wars S.T.A.L.K.E.R. Styx: Master of Shadows Styx: Shards of Darkness State of Decay Starfield Starbound Star Citizen Stela Stellaris Steelrising Stray Stray Souls Sker Ritual Strangeland System Shock 3 Syndicate Succubus Smalland Shadow Complex Remastered Shadowrun Shadow Warrior Shadow Tactics Sherlock Holmes Shadow Man Remastered Shadows: Awakening Shadow of Conspiracy: Section 2 Scarlet Nexus Scarlet Hollow Scars Above Space Engineers Space Hulk: Deathwing Spider-Man: Remastered Spider-Man: Miles Morales Spirit of the North Spiritfarer SpellForce Syberia 1, 2, 3 Syberia: The World Before Symphony of War SCP: Secret Files SCP: Fragmented Minds SteamWorld Headhunter The Texas Chain Saw Massacre The Binding of Isaac Trine The Callisto Protocol The Witcher The Curse of Monkey Island The Dark Eye: Chains of Satinav The Dark Pictures Anthology: House of Ashes The Dark Pictures Anthology: The Devil In Me The Dark Pictures: Man of Medan The Dark Pictures: Little Hope The Dark Occult The Darkness The Dark World: Karma The Surge The Suffering The Sinking City The Signifier The Swapper The Outer Worlds The Peterson Case The First Descendant The Last Crown: Blackenrock The Last Case of Benedict Fox The Last of Us Remake The Last Faith The Lords of the Fallen The Library of Babel The Life and Suffering of Sir Brante The Evil Within The Entropy Centre The Elder Scrolls Online The Elder Scrolls: Skyblivion The Elder Scrolls: Skywind The Elder Scrolls 6 The Thaumaturge The Fabulous Fear Machine The Forgotten City The Wolf Among Us The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild The Incredible Adventures of Van Helsing: Final Cut The Necromancer's Tale The House of Da Vinci THE LOST WILD The Planet Crafter The Unfinished Swan The Council Q.U.B.E. Quantum Break Quest for Infamy Quern - Undying Thoughts Valiant Hearts: The Great War Vanquish VICE NDRCVR VIGILANCE 2099 Vagrus: The Riven Realms Valheim Vampire: The Masquerade Vigil: The Longest Night Victor Vran VISAGE V Rising Warframe Wartales War for the Overworld Warhammer 40,000: Battlesector Warhammer 40,000: Inquisitor - Martyr Warhammer 40,000: Inquisitor - Prophecy Warhammer 40,000: Darktide Warhammer 40,000: Gladius - Relics of War Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Warhammer 40,000: Chaos Gate Warhammer 40,000: Chaos Gate - Daemonhunters Warhammer 40,000: Rogue Trader Warhammer 40,000: Vermintide Warhammer 40,000: Space Marine Warhammer 40,000: Dawn of War [2004] Warhammer 40,000: Dawn of War 2 Warhammer 40,000: Dawn of War 2: Chaos Rising Warhammer 40,000: Dawn of War 2: Retribution Warhammer 40,000: Dawn of War 3 Warhammer 40,000: Dawn of War: Soulstorm Warhammer 40,000: Dawn of War: Dark Crusade Wasteland Watch Dogs Werewolf The Apocalypse Earthblood Weird West Wo Long: Fallen Dynasty World War Z Wolcen: Lords of Mayhem Witchfire Wronged Us WW1 Verdun + Isonzo Where Winds Meet While We Wait Here Wyrdsong Wild Hearts XCOM Yakuza Yakuza Kiwami 1, 2 Zoria: Age of Shattering Zero Six: Behind Enemy Lines Zero Escape: The Nonary Games Heroes of Might and Magic 3, 5, 6
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1428: Shadows over Silesia
7 Days to Die
60 Seconds
60 Parsecs
ATOM RPG
Achilles: Legends Untold
ASTRONEER
A Total War Saga: TROY
ARK Survival Evolved, ARK 2
Anno
Aftermath
After Us
ARMORED CORE VI FIRES OF RUBICON
Alfred Hitchcock Vertigo
Ad Infinitum
Antichamber
Among The Trolls
A Plague Tale: Innocence
A Plague Tale: Requiem
Apsulov
Assassin's Creed
Anna's Songs: Nascence
Ancestors: The Humankind Odyssey
Ancestors Legacy
Against the Storm
Age of Empires
Age of Darkness
Age of Darkness: Final Stand
Age of Wonders
Atlas Fallen
Attack on Titan
Atomic Heart
Alien: Isolation
Aliens: Dark Descent
Aliens: Fireteam Elite + Pathogen
Aliens [ Survios studio ]
Alice: Madness Returns
Alice: Asylum
Alone in the dark
Alan Wake Remastered
Agatha Christie: The ABC Murders
Avowed
Arcanum
Apotheon
Axiom Verge
Bad Dream Fever, Coma
Bastion
Batman
Batman: The Telltale Series
Batman: The Enemy Within
Barotrauma
Back to the Future: The Game
Back 4 Blood
Battle Brothers
Battlefield
Baldur's Gate
Beyond Good & Evil
Bendy and the Dark Revival
BELLATORES
Bioshock Remastered
Beyond: Two Souls
Borderlands
Book of Travels
Botanicula
Bulletstorm
Bully
BLACKTAIL
Blade Runner [ Old point and click game ]
Blasphemous
Blacksad: Under the Skin
Black Book
Black Myth: Wukong
Black Geyser: Couriers of Darkness
Black Mesa
Bleak Faith: Forsaken
Bloodborne
BloodRayne Betrayal
Bloodstained: Ritual of the Night
Bramble: The Mountain King
Breathedge
Broken Age
Bright Memory: Infinite
Brothers - A Tale of Two Sons
Broken Sword: Director's Cut
Broken Veil
Broken Pieces
Call of Duty
Call of Cthulhu
Creaks
Crysis
Crying Suns
Crimson Desert
Chrono Odyssey
Chorus
CHERNOBYLITE Enhanced Edition
Child of Light
Condemned
Control [Remedy Entertainment]
COCOON
Code Vein
ColdSide
Colony Ship
Company of Heroes
Command and Conquer
Contradiction: Spot The Liar
Conan Exiles
Conarium
Cozy Grove
Citizen Sleeper
Castlevania
Call of Juarez
Civilization
Crusader Kings
Cloudpunk
Cult of the Lamb
CULTIC
Curse of the Dead Gods
DARQ
DayZ
D4: Dark Dreams Don't Die
Day of the Tentacle Remastered
Darkest Dungeon
Dark Seed
Dark Fracture
Darkwood
Days Gone
Daymare 1994: Sandcastle
Dishonored
Disco Elysium - The Final Cut
Diablo
Divinity
Divine Divinity
Darkborn
Dragon Ball Z Kakarot
Dragon's Dogma: Dark Arisen
Dying Light
Deadlight: Director's Cut
Destiny 2
Dead Cells
Dead Island
Deadly Premonition
Death's Gambit: Afterlife
Desperados
Death Stranding
Deathground
Deathloop
Derelicts
Dead Rising
Death's Door
Deep Rock Galactic
Dark Souls
Deus Ex
Devil May Cry 5
Demon's Souls
Detroit: Become Human
Darksiders
Dune: Spice Wars
Dungeons
Dungeon Siege
Dust to the End
Dragon Age
Dead Space
Dracula
DRYAD
Doom
Don't Starve
Eastshade
Eador
Echoes of the End
Edge of Sanity
Elden Ring
ELEX
Eldest Souls
Eternal Threads
Escape from Tarkov
Endless Dungeon
Endless Legend
Endless Space
ENDER LILIES: Quietus of the Knights
Enslaved: Odyssey to the West
Endling Extinction is Forever
Encased
Everwild
Everspace
Evil Genius
Evil West
Everybody's Gone to the Rapture
Exanima
Expeditions
EXEKILLER
FATE
Fatal Frame
Farthest Frontier
FAR: Changing Tides
FAR: Lone Sails
Fibrillation HD
F.E.A.R.
Falling Frontier
Fanstratics
Fallout
Fable
Fobia St. Dinfna Hotel
For Honor
Fort Solis
Forever Skies
Forza Horizon
Fran Bow
Friday the 13th
From The Darkness
Frostpunk
Final Form [ Sci-fi game ]
Final Fantasy VII Remake
F.I.S.T.: Forged in Shadow Torch
Flintlock: The Siege of Dawn
Flashback 2
Fury Unleashed
GTA
Gray Dawn
Galactic Civilizations
Gabriel Knight
Grim Fandango Remastered
GTFO
Gears of War
Gerda: A Flame in Winter
Godfall
Going Medieval
God of War
Gothic Remake
Gone Home
Gord
Gears 5
Greedfall
Green Hell
GRIME
GREYHILL INCIDENT
Greak: Memories of Azur
Ghost 1.0
Ghost Song
Ghostwire: Tokyo
Ghostrunner
Ghost of Tsushima
Ghost of a Tale + UE5 Sequel
Giants Uprising
Grim Dawn
Guild Wars
Guacamelee
Gloomhaven
Hard West
Have a Nice Death
Haven
Hades
Halo
Harvester [ Old game ]
Hardspace: Shipbreaker
Hellslave
Hellblade
Hell is Us
HELLSEED
Heavenly Bodies
High on Life
Hitman
Hidden Deep
Half Life 2
Hoa
Hogwarts Legacy
Homefront
Horizon Zero Dawn
Horizon Forbidden West
Hollow Knight
Homeworld
Heroes of Might and Magic
Humankind
Hunt: Showdown
I,The Inquisitor
I.G.I. Origins
Icewind Dale: Enhanced Edition
Ion Fury
ICARUS
INMOST
Infliction
INSIDE
INSTINCTION
In Sound Mind
ILL
In The Valley of Gods
Into The Dead: Our Darkest Days
Immortals Fenyx Rising
Iris.Fall
IXION
Judas
Just Cause
Just Us
Kentucky Route Zero
Kholat
Kingdoms of Amalur: Reckoning
Kingdom Come: Deliverance
King Arthur: Knight's Tale
King's Bounty: The Legend
King's Bounty: Armored Princess
King's Bounty
King's Quest
Kena: Bridge of Spirits
Last Epoch
Lamplight City
Last Day of June
Last Days of Lazarus
Lunacy: Saint Rhodes
Little Nightmares
Little Misfortune
Little Inferno
Like a Dragon: Ishin
Like a Dragon Gaiden: The Man Who Erased His Name
Life is Strange True Colors
Lies Of P
LA Noire
Lake
Layers of Fear
Lorelei and the Laser Eyes
Lollipop Chainsaw Remake
Lost Planet
Lost Ember
Lost in Random
Lords of the Fallen 2023
Lost Soul Aside
Lost in Play
Lost Ark
Lone Wolf
Lost in Vivo
Loretta
Len's Island
Legacy of Kain
Legend of Grimrock
Left 4 Dead
Luna Abyss
Mad Max
Max Payne
Machinika Museum
Machinarium
Mandragora
Manor Lords
Manifold Garden
Masquerada: Songs and Shadows
Mass Effect Legendary Edition
Maid of Sker
Manhunt
Marauders
Miasma Chronicles
Mundaun
Mafia Remake
MAGIN: The Rat Project Stories
Mirror's Edge
Middle-earth: Shadow of War
Middle-earth: Shadow of Mordor
Midnight Fight Express
Mictlan: The Game
Metro
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We rescued our sweet girl two years ago and I know she is a Cocker Spaniel/ Lab mix, BUT I want to see what specific type of cocker spaniel she is. We've met other dogs that look like identical twins to her but they werent cocker spaniels or labs.
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