Salt water pools banned in toronto

With Easter comes our final mixed teams 3v3 match, and we've expanded the cast of characters. This time it’s Team Eggroll vs. Team Fondue!

Format:

For the purposes of this 5-game show match, Team Eggroll (E) consists of Viper, Nicov, and Ganji, while Team Fondue (F) features Daut, Villese, and Sitaux.
· Six vil start for all maps (+3 vil, +1 house)
· There is a 5-map pool (see appendix) for a modified hidden pick, no repeat series
· Game 1 is on the set map, Shady Fish Market
· The teams then do a Delicious 5 civ draft:
o 4 global civ bans in E, FF, E order
o Teams draft 4 exclusive civs each in F, EE, FF, EE, F order
o For avoidance of doubt, teams are drafting civs that the other team may not pick. They can but do not need to pick these civs themselves.
· Each game then proceeds hidden pick, no repeat, but with the civ restrictions (8 for each team) from the draft.
· The loser of each game picks the next map from the remaining maps
· See recent Delicious show matches for civ drafting examples
· No Sling rules, but efficiency reduced to 50% with increases to coinage and banking research costs
· For this show match, shared exploration will also be OFF

Prize Pool:

Each team gets $69 per game won.

Map Pool:

All games are played on the 5-game custom map pool found in the appendix.
Crossposted from https://www.aoezone.net/threads/delicious-easter-mixed-teams-3v3.185840/ (maps shown there)

In my world, gunpowder was never invented, so I am looking for another chemical reaction that could work. I remember my chemistry teacher talking about an explosive reaction between Sodium and Water. I did some research and found that sodium is a common element, and water is found everywhere, so it's feasible such a weapon could be mass-produced. My world's technology is not as advanced as ours in terms of science, so something simple like this could have been discovered by accident by a civilization that doesn't have access to modern chemistry. Here's a link to a video explaining how it works: https://www.google.com/search?q=sodium+water+reaction&sxsrf=APwXEddHQpByzxdneJV0gsWQgbCfC34u5Q:1679706879746&source=lnms&tbm=vid&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjTlJPf8_X9AhVRiO4BHbdWD9wQ0pQJegQIBRAE&biw=1920&bih=961#fpstate=ive&vld=cid:3408f2d9,vid:u20yy-CycGU
This is just 100g of sodium, I'm sure bombs with more sodium in it could be made. The way I imagine the mechanism works is the bomb would have two chambers in it, one containing water, and the other containing sodium. When the bomb hits something, the bottom chamber pushes up into the top one, and the explosive detonates. To make it more effective, it could be accompanied by some sort of flammable liquid to start a fire.
The only problem I see with this is the civilization would have to know how to extract sodium from salt which does require knowledge of advanced chemistry. From google it also looks like it requires knowledge of electricity, which doesn't exist in my world.
P.S. Will I get in trouble if I google this stuff? I have no intention to replicate this in real life but I worry that the FBI might get the impression im building a bomb at home or something, since some people have done it before. This goes for any other reasearch I do for worldbuilding as well, like googling suff about Nazis, or nuclear weapons, etc.?

We have an outside patio with a plan concrete slab floor. In the middle it has a drain for rain/melting snow discharge. One side faces the house and is about 2 1/2" below the inside floor.
See it here: https://imgur.com/a/ylvtLgk
The concrete has sagged at some point due to incorrect water drainage. We cleaned the drain so no further sagging should occur. What we need to do now is add a layer on top with some slope so that water goes to the drain from all sides if possible. On top of that we would like to add tiles.
We are in Toronto, Canada, so whatever approach we take the patio will have to withstand temperatures well below freezing and also warn and humid summers.
How would you approach this? Would adding a thick layer of mortar or some other concrete based layer be appropriate? What type of cement mix would you suggest? Or will it make sense to lay some thinset and then a cement board layer?
Thanks!

THE THREE LITTLE CONTEMPORARIES: CHAPTER NINE: THE INTERNET OF VALUE

 THE SCARIEST CHAPTER OF ALL. THIS IS WHERE THE TWO OTHER CONTEMPORARIES ARE EATEN. THEY ARE GONE CHILDREN. CHILDREN THEY ARE GONE. THESE CONTEMPORARIES ARE NO MORE. THE SCARIEST ASPECT OF THE ECONOMIC SYSTEM IN WHICH WE LIVE, IS THE FACT NO ONE CARES. THIS ECONOMIC SYSTEM IS SET UP, FOR NO ONE TO CARE. EVER. NO ONE IS EVER SUPPOSED TO CARE. WE ARE SUPPOSED TO CARE. THEY SAY, NO ONE IS SUPPOSED TO CARE. THEY SAY IT THRU ACTION. BY PUTTING THE TIGHT SQUEEZE ON US ALL, ECONOMICALLY, WE ARE SUBDUED WITHOUT STRATEGY. WITHOUT STRATEGY, WE ARE SUBDUED. WHAT WE ALL NEED IS A LITTLE STRATEGY. THE HOUSE MADE OF STRAW. ECONOMICALLY, WHAT'S AN ANALOGY FOR THIS, RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW, I CAN MUSTER? THE HOUSE OF STRAW IS DEPENDING ON SLAVE WAGES OR SALARY FOR FINANCIAL SECURITY AND ECONOMIC BLISS. SLAVE WAGES JUST MEANS ANY INCOME DERIVED FROM ECONOMICAL SLAVERY. WE ARE FORCED TO FIND WAGES OR SALARY SOMEWHERE, FOR WE AIM TO LIVE UNDER A ROOF, SOMEWHERE. IN THIS REGARD WE ARE FORCED TO ECONOMICALLY PAY FOR EVERYTHING WE USE. ONE DAY WE GOT CHARGED FOR AIR AND THEN ONLY THE "HAD IT'S" HAD IT. IT WAS A CRYING SHAME. OUT LOUD. THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH THE SLAVE WAGES OR SALARY OF THE HIGH PRICED SLAVE. WE CAN BREAK IT DOWN HERE, WE CAN BREAK IT DOWN IN THE NEXT PART OF THIS PART, OR WE CAN BOTH. YOU GO TO COLLEGE AFTER HIGH SCHOOL. CHRONOLOGICALLY SPEAKING. AFTER HIGH SCHOOL, AT ANY TIME YOU CAN ATTEND COLLEGE. YOU ATTEND COLLEGE. FOR WHAT INDUSTRY? WHAT SPECIALTY? FOR WHAT REASON? IF STUDYING ACCOUNTING, WHY? TO GET A JOB AS AN ACCOUNTANT? IF SO, THEN FOR HOW LONG? NO MATTER WHAT PROFESSION THE COLLEGE DEGREE IS IN, NO MATTER WHAT PROFESSION YOU ARE IN, WITHOUT CREATING SUCCESSFUL AND PROFITABLE BUSINESSES AND OR INVESTMENT PORTFOLIOS, THE BIG BAD WOLF CAN STILL GET YOU. BASED ONLY ON CERTAIN FACTORS. CERTAIN FACTORS IN LIFE CAN BRING THE BIG AND BAD WOLF SYSTEM CLOSER THAN CLOSE. WE DO NOT WANT TO SEE ANY STRAW HOUSES RAVAGED BY ECONOMIC LIONS. STRAW HOUSES AREN'T THE SAFEST WAY. WE DO NOT WANT TO BE TOO VIVID. NOT HERE AND NOT NOW. THIS IS NOT THE TIME OR THE PLACE, TO GO INTO SUCH DETAIL. THE WOLVES ARE OUT. THE LIONS ARE IN. THE STRAW HOUSE LOOKED TERRIBLE AFTERWARDS. IT WAS JUST STRAW. HERE'S WHY. THE SILVER LINING. THE MONEY IN WHICH YOU EARN FROM WAGES OR SALARY, IS A JOKE. THE PUNCHLINE IS, INVESTING PORTFOLIOS AND SUCCESSFUL BUSINESSES ARE THE ONLY WAY TO KEEP UP WITH INFLATION. THE DOLLARS ARE INFLATED. YOU HAVE TO PUT THE PURCHASING POWER INTO YOUR DOLLAR YOURSELF. IF THE DOLLAR IS WORTH TEN CENTS, YOU BETTER HAVE AN ECONOMIC EARNING POWER OF TIMES TEN. WE'RE SAYING NOTHING MORE THAN THAT PEOPLE. THE DOLLAR YOU WORSHIP ISN'T WORTH ANYTHING. IT IS ALL A JOKE. A TERRIBLE LIE. A TERRIBLE LIE TAKEN SERIOUSLY. THE STUDY OF MONEY WILL TURN INTO A COMEDY SHOW, EITHER WAY. EITHER YOU DO NOT STUDY MONEY THEN THE JOKE MAY BE ON YOU. IF YOU DO STUDY MONEY, YOU MAY LAUGH AT WHAT YOU FIGURE OUT. THE OBSERVATIONS YOU MAKE INSIDE OF THESE STUDY SESSIONS MIGHT AROUSE YOUR INTELLECT. ECONOMIC EARNING POWER WILL KEEP AWAY THE BIG AND BAD WOLF SYSTEM. GETTING THE DEGREE TO INVEST THOSE EARNINGS INTO BUSINESSES IN THE INDUSTRY YOU WANT TO START AND OR INVESTING PORTFOLIOS YOU BUILD FROM SCRATCH, USING INFORMATION YOU FIND IN PLACES OF VALUE. 

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1:24PM EST - 2:15PM EST
2.23.2020
SUNDAY FEBRUARY 23RD, 2020
HAPPY BIRTHDAY QQ.
THE 10TH BIRTHDAY OF QUE HARRIS JR.
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THE THREE LITTLE HAMBURGERS: CHAPTER TEN: 1914 DOLLARS

THE HOUSE OF STICKS, ON THE DAY THE WOLF SYSTEM CAME KNOCKING. OWNING A BUSINESS OR MANY DIFFERENT BUSINESSES IS A SUREFIRE WAY, TO KEEP THE WOLF SYSTEM AWAY. THE KEY POINT TO OWNING AND CREATING BUSINESSES IS HOWEVER, FOR THE BUSINESS ITSELF TO PROSPER FROM CREATING PROFITS. SO WHEN THE WOLF SYSTEM COMES, YOU WILL NEED TO HAVE THEIR MONEY. THIS IS THE ONLY REASON, THIS OPTION OF THE STICK HOUSE, ISN'T THE BEST OPTION. IT IS HALF THE BEST OPTION. IT IS ONE OF THE BEST THREE WAYS TO AVOID THE WOLF SYSTEM. THE WOLF SYSTEM CAN NOT BE AVOIDED THRU THE ECONOMIC STRAW HOUSE BUILDING PROGRAM. THIS IS NO ECONOMIC PROGRAM AT ALL. THE STRAW HOUSE ECONOMIC PROGRAM IS ONLY THE BEST OPTION, WHEN THE BUSINESSES CREATED, BRING IN ENOUGH PROFIT TO PAY THE WOLF SYSTEM OFF COMPLETELY. REMEMBER, THE WOLF SYSTEM IS ALSO THE RETIREMENT ISSUE. ANY ECONOMIC ISSUE YOU WILL EVER FACE IS THE BIG AND BADDEST WOLF OF ALL. THEY ARE ALL ECONOMIC LITTLE WOLVES. EVERY BILL IS A LITTLE WOLF. IN THIS LIFE, THEY DO NOT GIVE US ANYTHING, BUT BILLS. THE ONLY HANDOUTS WE ARE GIVEN ARE BILLS. THE STRAW HOUSE MUST BE CONVERTED INTO A STICK HOUSE. THE STICK MUST BE CONVERTED TO A BRICK HOUSE OR A LOG CABIN. THE STICK HOUSE MUST BE A LOG CABIN. IF YOU CAN TURN THE STICK HOUSE INTO AN ECONOMIC LOG CABIN, THEN IT IS THE BEST. THE ECONOMIC BRICK HOUSE, IS THE ECONOMIC BRICK HOUSE, FOR IT RELIES ON PASSIVE AND RESIDUAL INCOME. ONE OF THE REASONS, ARTISTS ARE ARTISTS AS A CAREER, IS THE RESIDUAL AND PASSIVE INCOME ASPECT. THE PASSIVE INCOME IS GENERATED THRU SYNDICATION AND SALES OF INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY. FOR THE ARTIST, THE ECONOMIC BRICK HOUSE AND LOG CABIN ARE THE BEST OPTION. ANY SLAVE WAGES, YOU WOULD WANT TO INVEST THEM IN THE MONEY MARKETS. YOU WOULD HAVE TO WORK YOUR WAY UP THRU OUT THE ENTIRE MONEY MARKET SYSTEM. THE MONEY MARKETS. THE MONEY MARKETS, PERIOD. START OFF WITH BONDS, STOCKS, SECURED CREDIT CARDS, CREDIT CARDS, CREDIT LINES. CRYPTO CREDIT LINES, POWERED BY CRYPTO CURRENCY. CRYPTO CURRENCY, IS A NEW FORM OF CURRENCY. THE OLD FORM OF CURRENCY WAS SALT. SODIUM. BACK IN THE DAY, THROWING SALT, WAS MAKING IT RAIN. "OH YOU ARE THROWING SALT, YOU MUST GOT IT?" THROWING SALT BACK IN THE DAY WAS THROWING MONEY AROUND. KIND OF FUNNY. THE MORE RECENT OF CURRENCY WAS THE PAPER DOLLAR. FROM THE HISTORICAL PERSPECTIVE CHRONOLOGICALLY, THE PAPER FORM OF CURRENCY WAS THE RISKIEST FORM. ANY FORM BEFORE PAPER WAS MEDIEVAL, BORDERLINE PRIMEVAL. FOR ANY CURRENCY USED BEFORE PAPER CURRENCY, TO BE SEEN AS RISKY AS PAPER CURRENCY HAS BECOME, WOULD APPEAR OUTLANDISH IN NATURE. EXTREMELY OUTLANDISH. ONE HUNDRED PERCENT. ONE HUNDRED PERCENT OUTLANDISH. THEREFORE MY GOOD PEOPLE, WE ARE OFFICIALLY OUT IN THE OUT LANDS. DUE TO THE FACT THE PAPER CURRENCY, NOW FIAT CURRENCY, IS WORTH LESS THAN IT WAS WHEN IT WAS BACKED BY GOLD AND SILVER. THE DOLLAR USED TO BE BACKED BY GOLD AND SILVER. THE FIAT DOLLAR, USED TO BE BACKED BY SOMETHING. THE FIAT DOLLAR USED TO BE BACKED BY SOMETHING VALUABLE IN NATURE. VALUABLE BY NATURE, WAS SOMETHING ONCE BACKING THE AMERICAN DOLLAR. IT IS A CAPRICORNIC SHAME, NIXON DECOUPLED THE GOLD FROM THE DOLLAR IN 1971. THE DOLLAR HASN'T BEEN BACKED BY GOLD SINCE 1913. IN 1914, $110 IS WORTH $2826.71. IN 1914, $33.00 IS WORTH $848.01. THE PURCHASING POWER OF THE DOLLAR WAS $848 PER $33. $1 IS WORTH $25 IN 1914. 1914 DOLLARS. 

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3:19PM EST - 4:27PM EST
2.23.2020
SUNDAY FEBRUARY 23RD, 2020
HAPPY 10TH BIRTHDAY TO QQ
QUE HARRIS JR.
I LOVE YOU QQ!!!
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THE THREE LITTLE CONTEMPORARIES: CHAPTER ELEVEN: THE CONCLUSION

THE CONCLUSION TO THE SHORT STORY, NARRATED BY THE FOURTH DIMENSIONAL SHATTERED GLASS. NARRATED BY THE VOICE UTTERING THE WORDS BREAKING THE FOURTH DIMENSIONAL WALL OF GLASS. THE GLASS WALL. WHEN YOU DISCUSS THE TRUTH OF ECONOMICS AND FINANCES, IT IS SIMILAR TO BREAKING THE 4D GLASS WALL. THE THIRD LITTLE PIG. PIGGIE NUMERO TRES. MOURNS THE ECONOMIC FATES OF NUMEROS DOS Y TRES. THE SECOND AND FIRST LITTLE PIG, NOW BELONG TO THE WOLF. THE WOLF ATE THEM CHILDREN. THE HOUSE OF STRAW CAN BE CONVERTED TO THE STICK HOUSE. THE STICK HOUSE CAN BE CONVERTED INTO THE LOG CABIN OF ECONOMIC EXPANSION. THE STICK HOUSE CAN BE CONVERTED INTO THE ECONOMIC BRICK HOUSE. THE STICK HOUSE CAN BE LIQUIDATED, IN EXCHANGE FOR THE ECONOMIC BRICK HOUSE. THE STRAW HOUSE IS USING WAGES AND SALARY TO PAY BILLS. THE BILLS BEING PAID NOW ARE SOLELY CONTINGENT UPON THE WAGES AND SALARY. THE WAY YOU HAVE LEARNED TO SURVIVE FINANCIALLY, THIS WAY, IS DEPENDENCY ON WAGES OR SALARY. EARNED INCOME. THE FIRST LITTLE PIG IS OF EARNED INCOME. THE FIRST LITTLE PIG, PAYS HIS BILLS, EVERY MONTH, ALL OF THEM. IF THE ONLY WAY THE FIRST LITTLE PIG'S BILLS ARE PAID, DEPENDS ONLY ON THE WAGES AND OR SALARY, OH BOY. NO ONE WANTS TO BE IN THE BOAT OF ROCKY WATERS. NO ONE WANTS TO BE IN THE BOAT, INSIDE ROCKY WATERS. OF COURSE THE WATER IS MURKY. OF COURSE THE WATER IS DEEP. OF COURSE THERE ARE ANIMALS IN THE WATERS. THEY CALL THEM FISH. OF COURSE SOME OF THESE FISH EAT OTHER FISH. THEY CALL THOSE PREDATORS. OF COURSE THERE ARE PREDACIOUS FISH IN THESE WATERS. AND FINALLY, OF COURSE THESE FISH ARE CIRCLING YOUR BOAT. SOME IN HOPES OF NOT BEING EATEN. SOME IN HOPES OF EATING YOUR BOAT AND EVERYTHING INSIDE OF IT. FOR YOUR BOAT IS IN THE WATER. THE WATER BELONGS TO THE PREDATORS. ONLY THE PREDATORS ARE SAFE IN THE WATER. UNLESS THERE'S A NET. A WHOLE DIFFERENT TYPE OF PREDATOR, YET AND STILL, ANOTHER PREDATOR. THE THIRD LITTLE PIG IS SAFE. THE SECOND LITTLE PIG PAID HIS BILLS FROM HIS BUSINESS. THE BUSINESS PROFITS CAN GO INTO THE INVESTMENT PORTFOLIO. THE BUSINESS PROFITS ARE TO BE RE INVESTED INTO THE INVESTMENT PORTFOLIO. THE INVESTMENT PORTFOLIO CONSISTS OF ANY INVESTMENTS. EVEN OTHER BUSINESSES THAT CAN GENERATE PROFITS WITHOUT YOU. THIS IS THE POINT. TO BE ABLE TO REAP THE EARNED REWARDS OF INVESTING IN A COMPANY OR BUSINESS, CAPABLE OF OPERATING WITHOUT YOU. IT JUST NEEDS YOUR MONEY. JOBS JUST NEED YOUR TIME. YOU JUST NEED YOUR JOB'S PAYCHECK FOR SLAVING SERVICES RENDERED. YOU MAY NOT LOVE YOUR JOB. YOUR JOB MAY NOT LOVE YOU EITHER. YOU MIGHT WISH YOU COULD LIVE FOR FREE. YOUR JOB MIGHT WISH THEY COULD WORK YOU FOREVER UNTIL DEATH FOR FREE. YOU MAY YEARN FOR HIGHER WAGES OR INCREASED SALARY PAY. YOUR PLACE OF EMPLOYMENT MAY WISH THOSE DAYS NEVER EVEN SEE THE LIGHT OF NIGHT. OWNING A BUSINESS IS GREAT. BEING FORCED TO RELY SOLELY ON THIS ONE BUSINESS FOR ALL OF YOUR PROFITS, MAY NOT BE IN YOUR BEST INTEREST. UNLESS YOUR BEST ATTRIBUTE AS A PERSON IS THE ACQUISITION OF PURE PROFIT. I DON'T DOUBT YOU. I PRAY YOU ARE AS ECONOMICALLY GEARED TOWARDS ATTAINING AS MUCH PROFIT, AS I EVER AIM TO. OWNING A BUSINESS AND AN INVESTMENT PORTFOLIO. THIS IS THE ECONOMIC LOG CABIN. THE STICK HOUSE IS OWNING A BUSINESS. THE ECONOMIC LOG CABIN IS OWNING A BUSINESS AND THE INVESTMENT PORTFOLIO. THE ECONOMIC BRICK HOUSE IS THE INVESTMENT PORTFOLIO OWNERSHIP PROGRAM. THESE ARE ALL FINANCIAL PROGRAMS. THE FIRST FINANCIAL PROGRAM, THE STRAW HOUSE, WAS SET UP TO WORK AGAINST YOU. THE STRAW MAN FOUNDATION IS NO FOUNDATION AT ALL. GAMBLING EVERY THING ON EARNED INCOME. YOU CAN ONLY EARN THAT INCOME, THAT WAY, FOR SO LONG. WHETHER IN A CAREER FOR THREE DECADES OR FOUR. SOUNDS LIKE A LOT. THREE OR FOUR DECADES PRODUCING EARNED INCOME, IN THE FORM OF WAGES, POSSIBLY MINIMUM DUE TO LACK OF DEGREE OR SKILL CERTIFICATIONS; VOCATIONAL DEPRIVATION. THE SECOND FINANCIAL PROGRAM SOUNDS LIKE A DREAM COMPARED TO THE STRAW HOUSE. THIS IS HOW THEY GET YOU. THEY DON'T TELL YOU ABOUT THE DYNAMICS BEHIND THE STRAW HOUSE, THEY JUST SHOW YOU THE STRAW HOUSE. THEN THEY SHOW THE STICK HOUSE. EVERYONE IS PUSHED TOWARDS THE STICK, BY THE DESIRE TO NOT HAVE THE STRAW. THE STICK HOUSE CAN BE CONVERTED FROM THE STRAW HOUSE. THE STRAW HOUSE HAS TWO FORMS OF STRAW. MOST PEOPLE YEARN FOR THEIR OWN BUSINESS OF SOME SORT. EVEN IF ONLY TO FULLY FUND THEIR HOBBIES. THEY DON'T TELL US, THE TOUR, IS OF THE STRAW HOUSE. THE FIRST FORM OF STRAW IS BUILT BY WAGES. THE SECOND STRAW FORM IS BUILT BY SALARY PAY. NO OVERTIME, JUST BONUSES AND RAISES FROM DEGREES OR ELSEWHERE. INTERNAL OR EXTERNAL RAISES. ANYONE INVOLVED IN BUSINESS KNOWS TO GO INTO BUSINESS FOR YOUR PASSION. IN THE PERFECT WORLD. ANY ONE GOING TO COLLEGE KNOWS TO GET A DEGREE IN THEIR FIELD OF PASSIONATE STUDY RATHER THAN FOR INCREASED SALARY. THE SALARY INCREASE WILL COME FROM YOUR PASSIONATE ENERGY. THE ENERGY WILL DRIVE YOU. IF FOR NOTHING ELSE, GO TO COLLEGE FOR FINANCIAL LITERACY. ACCOUNTING, BUSINESS, ECONOMICS, FINANCES. ANY COURSE TO PRIVY YOU TO BEING ECONOMICALLY SAVVY. WITH THE ECONOMIC SAV' YOU CAN ACHIEVE ALL OF YOUR DREAMS. THIS CONCEPT IS THE GOLDEN EGG LAYING GOOSE OF THIS PEN NAME'S CATALOGUE. THIS IS JUST BEGINNING YEAR ONE OF THE VANESSA BUNNI STALLONE COLLECTION. THE VBSC. WE ALL WANT OUR ECONOMIC FUTURES TO BE AS FINANCIALLY SAFE AND SECURED AS POSSIBLE. IN THE PERFECT WORLD. MEANING WE ARE GOING TO HAVE TO WORK SO HARD TO GET TO SUCH POINTS. SUCH POINTS. SUCH POINTS REQUIRE EVERY EFFORT. COMPARED TO THE WAGE STRAW HOUSE, THE SALARY STRAW HOUSE OR VOCATIONAL STRAW HOUSE, IS WHERE MOST CONTEMPORARIES RUN. IT IS EASY TO SEE WHY. REMEMBER SOCIAL TRAPS WHEN MAKING MOVES. WHEN MAKING PLANS FOR YOUR FINANCIAL FUTURE, KEEP IN MIND, THE VARIOUS ECONOMIC TRAPS SET FORTH BY THE ECONOMIC PREDATORS OF THE RULING CLASS. THERE IS WAY MORE THAN I WOULD LIKE TO TELL YOU. OBVIOUSLY I DON'T KNOW EVERYTHING I WANT TO TELL YOU. I DON'T WANT TO TELL YOU EVERYTHING. IT'S JUST NOT SAFE FOR ME. I'LL TELL YOU. BUT NOT NOW. NOT HERE EITHER. MAYBE IN A FEW VOLUMES WE WILL TOUCH ON IT AGAIN. THIS IS THE CONCLUSION. WHY WOULD I BRING UP A NEW TOPIC, ON THE CUSP OF CREATING ANOTHER SEGMENT TO ACCOMPANY THIS FIRST SEGMENT? IN HOPES OF WHAT? I HAVE A MEMORY OF SALEM HIGH 11TH GRADE LITERATURE TEACHER, MRS. HARTLEY. MANY MEMORIES OF HER, HERE IS ONE. IN THE FIVE PARAGRAPH ESSAY, THE CONCLUSION SHOULD CONTAIN A NEW CONCEPT, IDEA OR THOUGHT PATTERN. THE THINKING CLIFFHANGER. PONDER ON THE THOUGHT'S SEQUEL. AND JUST WHERE DID ALL OF THIS THINKING LEAD YOU? WHERE DID YOU FIND YOURSELF? THANK YOU SO MUCH, FOR MAKING IT THIS FAR IN VOLUME TWO. THE NEXT SEGMENT IN VOLUME TWO, WILL BE MOST LIKELY A FILM SCRIPT TREATMENT. FOR A MOTION PICTURE, RADIO PLAY OR TELEVISION PROGRAM, THE FILM TREATMENT IS THE PROSE STEP BETWEEN SCENE CARDS AND THE SCREENPLAY'S FIRST DRAFT. AT THIS POINT, I AM NOT SURE IF I WILL COPY AND PASTE THE TREATMENT ABOVE THIS STORY IN THE FINAL PUBLISHED VERSION. I WILL IN ANOTHER VOLUME, COME BACK TO THIS STORY, THE THREE LITTLE CONTEMPORARIES. THERE WILL BE A SEQUEL TO THE SHORT STORY. WE NEVER GOT INTO MANY ASPECTS OF IT. JUST AS AN INTRODUCTION TO THE IDEA, HERE IT WAS. OLD MACDONALD HAD A FARM FULL OF INVESTMENTS, WAS THE NEXT SHORT STORY. THE LADY WHO LIVED IN A SHOE SO SHE COULD BUY STOCKS IS ON THE LIST. 

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2.25.2020
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DEAR VANESSA HONEY MALONE,

DEAR HONEY. THIS LETTER IS IN A BOOK. THE BOOK IS IN YOUR PEN NAME. THE NAME CREATED IN YOUR HONOR. ALL CREDITS GO TO GOD. THIS IS VOLUME TWO. VOLUME TWO IS SO FAR, ONE SHORT STORY. THE NEXT HALF, STILL APPEARS TO BE FILM SCRIPT TREATMENT. THERE ARE A FEW ORIGINAL IDEAS IN THE HEAD TOWARDS SHORT STORIES. A TWO PART FILM TREATMENT IS A GOOD WAY TO GO FOR VOLUME THREE. HONEY, I FEEL IN DEBT TO GOD AND I THINK OF YOU. PAINFUL REMINDERS. I FEEL GREAT ENERGY AND I WONDER WHERE YOU ARE? I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF YOU LIKE ECONOMICS CLASS. I NEVER ASKED YOU. I DON'T RECALL. WE WERE ALWAYS TALKING BUSINESS AND MONEYE. WE WERE ALWAYS TALKING ABOUT MONEY. I'M SURE YOU DID. I FEEL GOOD I WAS ABLE TO DONATE A PROJECT TO LITERATURE HISTORY, WITH YOUR NAME AS PROFIT HOLDER. I REALLY KNEW YOU. IT BOTHERED ME, YOUR PASSING. UNDERSTATED. OBVIOUSLY. I HAVE 18 MORE LETTERS I WILL END UP WRITING TO YOU. YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL, WHERE EVER YOU ARE. YOU WERE BEAUTIFUL PERSON, INSIDE AND OUT. I WANTED TO KNOW HOW YOU WOULD THINK AS YOU AGED. YOU DIDN'T GET THE CHANCE. IT BREAKS MY HEART. NAIJAH. JOSH D. HUTCHINSON. IT FEELS LIKE YOU LEFT US. YOU DID. BUT YOU WERE TAKEN? THE CIRCUSMTANCES UNDERWHICH WERE VERY HORRIFYING. I AM THIRTY HONEY, AND I AM COLLEGE ORIENTED. I ENJOY STUDYING AND LEARNING. IT'S SO WEIRD. I'M ON A MISSION. YOU ARE PART OF THE MISSION. ALL OF YOU ARE. HONEY IS THE ONLY WOMAN ON THE LIST. I WILL WORK ON A PROJECT, WRITTEN, UNDER PEN NAMES FOR NAIJAH AND J.D. HUTCHINSON. THIS BOOK GIVES ME THE TINGLES. I DON'T KNOW THE FUTURE OF THIS BOOK, AFTER IT'S PUBLISHED. I DON'T KNOW. WHEN I THINK ABOUT THE RAMIFICATIONS ON THE FUTURE, I AM GRATEFUL. I FEEL LIKE GOD HAS A GUN TO MY HEAD. GOD GAVE ME LIFE. GOD GAVE ME CERTAIN SKILLS. GIFTS. GOD GIVES ME TIME. GOD GIVES ME GRACE. GOD GIVES ME DESTINY. FATE. TIME. IF I WASTE ALL OF THAT I'M HORRIBLE. EITHER WAY I SHALL TOO PASS. I TOO SHALL PASS. THEN NOTHING ELSE MATTERS OF ME BESIDES WHAT I LEFT BEHIND. 

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2.26.2020
WEDNESDAY FEBRUARY 26TH, 2020
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1:39PM EST - 2:19PM EST (SCENE ONE)
THURSDAY FEBRUARY 27TH, 2020
MS. KINYA TUZO'S BIRTHDAY
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MS. KINYA
"THE FOREX FILM"
VANESSA B. STALLONE
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SESSION ONE: "THE FOREX FILM" SCENE SCRIPT OPENING SEQUENCE

SCENE: #1. MEMORIAL DAY 2018. ATLANTA. GEORGIA. RESORT CLUB HOUSE. MEETING. INTERIOR SHOT. I WAS SITTING IN A MEETING. IN DOWNTOWN ATLANTA. WITH MY MOM. I WAS 28. I HAD JUST MOVED BACK FROM NEW YORK STATE. SYRACUSE, NEW YORK. I WAS THERE FOR FOUR MONTHS. LEFT IN PRE MID OCTOBER. BETWEEN THE 10TH-17TH, I WAS ABOUT TO MOVE. CAME BACK TO GEORGIA, FOR SIX MONTHS. FROM VALENTINE'S DAY 2018, TO AUGUST 10TH, 2018. I ARRIVED BACK IN SYRACUSE, NEW YORK, ON SUNDAY AUGUST 12TH. ON MEMORIAL DAY 2018. I ATTENDED A MEETING. I MARKETS LIVE. TEACHING FOREX. MY MOM SIGNED UP FOR IT WHILE I WAS IN NEW YORK, THE FIRST TIME. I WAS ASKING HER TO SIGN UP FOR CRYPTO CURRENCY HOLDING ACCOUNTS. AT 28 IN NEW YORK, THIS IS WHERE THE MIND WAS AT. HOLDING CRYPTO CURRENCY. I WAS INDEPENDENTLY RESEARCHING THE STOCK MARKET. BY THIS TIME, THE EMERGING MARKETS STRATEGY, WAS EMERGING FROM WITHIN. THIS IS THE STORY OF HOW EVERYTHING CAME TOGETHER. THIS IS THE STORY, OF HOW I EARNED MY FIRST BILLION DOLLARS. IT WAS A LONG ROAD. IT WAS THE ROAD LESS TRAVELED. IT HAS MADE ALL OF THE DIFFERENCE. MY MOM CALLED ME. I WAS IN NEW YORK. SHE TOLD ME SHE HAD SIGNED UP FOR IML. SHE SIGNED UP SO I COULD LEARN TO TRADE CURRENCY. MY MOTHER IS RESPONSIBLE FOR ME TRADING CURRENCY. SHE FORCED MY HAND. IT INEVITABLY DELVED ME RIGHT INTO THE WORLD OF FINANCIAL LEVERAGING. ON THE DAILY AND WEEKLY SPECTRUM. THE MONTHLY SPECTRUM. MEANING A CAREER SALARY, FOR ANY CAREER, COULD BE EARNED PERSONALLY. FROM ANY SALARY'S STANDARDS. ANY PROFESSION. THE SALARY CAN BE MATCHED USING FINANCIAL LEVERAGING. I HAD THE HOLDING STRATEGY READY. HOLD AS MANY CRYPTO CURRENCY UNITS AS POSSIBLE. DIGITAL CURRENCY UNITS. THE CURRENCY HOLDING STRATEGY COULD BE APPLIED TO THE STOCK MARKET AS WELL. THIS IS WHERE I WAS AT MENTALLY. HAVING THE ACQUISITION STRATEGY FOR ANY FINANCIAL SECURITY OR COMMODITY I WAS INTERESTED IN PURCHASING. NOW I WAS LOOKING INTO THE EMERGING TECH INDUSTRIES. I HAD BIOMETRICS, CYBER SECURITY AND MAYBE ONE OTHER INDUSTRY ON THE LIST AT THIS TIME. THE STRATEGY INVOLVED SIMPLE WORK ETHIC. PURCHASE AS MANY CRYPTO CURRENCY COINS AND STOCKS IN EMERGING TECH INDUSTRIES. AS MANY SHARES IN AS MANY COMPANIES OF THE EMERGING TECH INDUSTRIES. THIS IS WHERE MY MOTHER'S GENIUS ARRIVES. SHE MADE UP FOR DISCOURAGING MY INITIAL 2013 PURCHASE OF THREE FULL BTC. IN 2013 YOU DIDN'T CALL IT A FULL BTC, BC IT WAS A FULL BTC. IN 2017 BTC HIT $20K. NOW WE CALL THEM FULL BTC. THIS IS A FILM. LIFE IS A MOVIE. LIFE IS A DREAM. FILM YOUR DREAM. FILM YOUR MOVIE LIFE. THIS IS THE FILM FOR LIVING THE LIFE OF YOUR DREAMS. 

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8:07PM EST - 8:29PM EST (SCENE NUMBER TWO)
8:30PM EST - (SCENES NUMBER THREE AND FOUR)
9:00PM EST
2.27.2020
THURSDAY FEBRUARY 27TH, 2020
MS. KINYA TUZO'S BIRTHDAY
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MS. KINYA TUZO
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SESSION NUMBER TWO: CURRENCY TRADING DAY ONE
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SCENE: #2. STONE MOUNTAIN. GEORGIA. 30083. 714 HAIRSTON TRAIL. HOME. INTERIOR SHOT. DAY TIME. EVENING. 7PM. I HAD JUST GOTTEN BACK FROM WORK. AMWAY GLOBAL. JIMMY CARTER BLVD. THRU AUTOMATION PERSONNEL SERVICES. LAWRENCEVILLE. 2018. I WAS WORKING THERE BEFORE MOVING TO NEW YORK IN 2017. I RETURNED TO GEORGIA IN 2018. VALENTINE'S DAY. I RESUMED WORKING THRU AUTOMATION ON JIMMY CARTER BLVD. MEMORIAL DAY 2018. THE LAST HOLIDAY I EVER HAD BEFORE TRADING CURRENCY. EVERY HOLIDAY, FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE, WOULD BE SPENT CURRENCY TRADING. THIS IS THE STORY OF DAY ONE. THE DAY EVERYTHING CHANGED. I ARRIVED HOME FROM WORK. I HAD JUST GOTTEN SCAMMED FOR $1000 TOTAL. BETWEEN A BTC MINING SCAM AND A FOREX TRADER SCAM, FROM INSTAGRAM TROLLS. THEY SEEK YOU OUT WHEN YOU ARE LEARNING TO INVEST. TO HURT YOU. I BELIEVE ONE OF THEM WAS FOREIGN. IT HELPED ME IN THE END. IT SPURRED ME INTO REALIZING THE TRUTH. I WOULD HAVE TO MAKE THE TIME TO TRADE FOR MYSELF. ON JUNE 1ST, 2018, I BEGAN TRADING CURRENCY MYSELF. I HAVE BEEN MY OWN FOREX ACCOUNT MANAGER EVER SINCE. I GET HOME. I LOG INTO MY MOM'S JAFX ACCOUNT. BACK THEN, THEY ACCEPTED UNITED STATES RESIDENTS. CITIZENS LIVING HERE. THEY STOPPED ONE YEAR LATER. SO MANY THINGS I DID NOT KNOW IN YEAR ONE. IT IS NOW YEAR ONE AND A HALF. MY MOM HAD $100 IN HER BROKERAGE ACCOUNT. I OPENED THE TRADING ACCOUNT AND THE META TRADER WEB TERMINAL. I REMEMBER STARING AT THE SCREEN. I WAS JUST STARING AT THE SCREEN. FOR AN ENTIRE HOUR. THIS WAS THE GAMEPLAN. THE WEEK BEFORE I HAD ENTERED INTO A FEW TRADES. BASED ON SWIPE TRADES. THIS TAUGHT ME HOW TO EXECUTE TRADE ORDERS. I BEGAN LEARNING THE LINGO. I HAD TO LEARN WHICH CURRENCY PAIRS I WAS COMFORTABLE WITH. JAFX ALLOWED THE TRADING OF RIPPLE XRP. RIPPLE XRP IS A CRYPTO CURRENCY. A CRYPTO CURRENCY, USING AN ALTERNATE TECHNOLOGICAL FORM. THE ALTCOIN. THE FIRST ALTCOIN WAS MADE IN 2013. CLOSE TO IT. EVERY COIN EXCEPT THE BITCOIN, IS AN ALTCOIN. THE BITCOIN IS POWERED BY THE BLOCK CHAIN TECHNOLOGY. I STARTED TRADING RIPPLE XRP, AS WELL AS FOREIGN CURRENCIES. THE FORIEGN CURRENCIES I WAS TRADING WERE NZD RELATED. I LEARNED THE TOP THREE LOWEST MAJORS TO TRADE. THE AUSTRALIAN DOLLAR VS THE USD. THE NZD VS THE USD. THE EUR VS. THE GBP. AUD, NZD, VS. THE USD, AND EURGBP. THE EURO AND THE GREAT BRITISH POUND, ARE BASED IN EUROPE AND GREAT BRITIAN. THE LONDON SESSION. 7AM TO 4PM EST. THE NZD AND THE AUD ARE THE COMMON DENOMINATORS BETWEEN THE LIST OF FOREIGN CURRENCY PAIRS WE ARE TRADING AT THIS MOMENT. WE WILL TRADE THE OTHER CURRENCIES, AS WE CAN AFFORD THEM. FOR NOW, WE ARE TRADING THE COMMON DEMONIMATOR AND NUMBERS FAMILY TREE. 5 PLUS 4. IS RELATED TO 9 MINUS 5. I FORGET WHAT THEY CALL IT. STARTING OFF ON THE FIRST DAY, I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO THINK ABOUT IT. I JUST WANT TO LEARN FROM MY ERRORS. I MADE SO MANY ERRORS. FOR A YEAR AND A HALF. AN ENTIRE YEAR. I HAD TO TAKE NOTES ON THE RESULTS OF THE ACTIONS I TOOK IN THE FOREIGN CURRENCY EXCHANGE MARKET. FOREX. I WAS LEARNING TO TRADE FOREX PROPERLY. I WAS LEARNING TO PROPERLY TRADE FOREX, BY TRADING PERIOD. WHEN TRADING, YOU WILL BEGIN TRADING IN IMPROPER MANNERS. IT IS THE NOTE TAKING PROCESS OF THE IMPROPER MANNERISM, IN WHICH WE APPLY, GIVING US A CHANCE TO APPLY OUR LEARNED LESSONS IN FUTURE INSTANCES. THEN I INSTANTLY APPLIED WHAT I LEARNED, AS SOON AS I COULD FUND THE ACCOUNT AGAIN. IN SUCH STORIES, THERE ARE TALES OF LOSS AND GAIN. TALES OF JOY AND PAIN. THE PAIN ONLY CAME, FOR ME, FROM NOT REALIZING THE ILL FATED DECISION BEFOREHAND. FORESIGHT. HINDSIGHT IS ALWAYS TWENTY-TWENTY. THE MOMENT THE WRONG ENTERED TRADE BEGINS TO CRASH, YOU BEGIN TO LEARN EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID WRONG. INSTANTLY. IMMEDIATELY. INSTANTANEOUSLY. HINDSIGHT. TWENTY-TWENTY. 

SCENE #3. STONE MOUNTAIN. HAIRSTON TRAIL. HOME. INTERIOR. EVENING. 7PM EST.

THE NIGHT I STARED AT THE COMPUTER FOR AN HOUR. I BEGAN TRADING ON THE LAPTOP AND TABLET. I EVENTUALLY WOULD TRADE ON THE PHONE. BACK THEN, I LIVED WITH WIFI SO I COULD DO MY THING WITH THAT. I'LL HAVE WIFI UP HERE IN NEW YORK SOON AGAIN. I AM STARING AT THE COMPUTER SCREEN, ON WEB TERMINAL. META TRADER FOUR AND FIVE. I AM TRADING RIPPLE XRP. I AM ALSO TRADING NZDUSD AND OTHER CURRENCIES. I DID BEGIN TRADING RIPPLE XRP HEAVILY. WAY MORE THAN FOREIGN CURRENCY. I PRACTICED THE CURRENCY TRADING, THE FOREIGNS. THE DIGITAL CURRENCY CAUGHT MY INTEREST SO MUCH. RIPPLE XRP IS THE ONLY ONE SAFE TO TRADE. BITCOIN TRADING WILL MAKE YOU CRY. I AM SO GRATEFUL I WAS INITIATED INTO THE FOREX CULTURE. TRADING CULTURE. I'M IN THERE. I CAN SPEAK WITH ANY CURRENCY TRADER. I KNOW ENOUGH LINGO. I KNOW ENOUGH SCENARIOS. I TRADE EVERY DAY. THEY CAN LAUGH AT THE ERRORS THEY STOPPED MAKING YEARS AGO. I JUST STARTED, ONE YEAR AND HALF A YEAR AGO. THE STORIES I HAVE ARE PRICELESS. THE LESSONS, INVALUABLE. TIMELESS INSTANCES OF PULLING THE BEST UP OUT OF YOU. AS FAST AS YOU CAN. IF THE MAMBA MENTALITY, R.I.P. TO FLIGHT KOBE. IF THE MAMBA MENTALITY, WERE IMPLEMENTED INTO THE FINANCIAL WORLD OF INVESTMENTS FINANCIAL LEVERAGING OF FINANCIAL SECURITIES AND INSTRUMENTS. THE IMPLEMENTATION. THE FIERCE APPLICATION. WILL INVARIABLY CHANGE THE ENTIRE FABRIC OF YOUR PERSONAL REALITY. I'M STARING AT THE SCREEN. I AM WATCHING THE NUMBERS FLUCTUATE. AT THIS POINT, I WAS NOT USING TRADINGVIEW YET. I DID USE IT FROM THE BEGINNING. THAT FIRST NIGHT, I WAS STARING AT ONE CURRENCY PAIR. MAY HAVE BEEN NZDUSD. I MESSED WITH AUDUSD. YOU BEGIN TO REALIZE, AUDUSD IS ALWAYS SELLING. YOU BEGIN TO REALIZE THE USD IS ON SOME BULLSH HALF THE TIME. YOU NEVER KNOW, MESSING AROUND WITH THE USD. THIS IS WHY INVESTING THE USD IS SO IMPORTANT. FOR THE USD ISN'T REALLY WORTH ANYTHING. IT IS A GREEN LEAF WITH WRITING. EVERYONE WORSHIPS THE GREEN LEAF OF BENJAMIN FRANKLIN. I AM WATCHING THE TWO PRICES FLUCTUATE. I NOTICED IT WAS A TUG OF WAR BETWEEN TWO DIFFERENT CURRENCIES. AT TWO DIFFERENT PRICES. I WATCHED IT TO FIGURE OUT, IN WHICH DIRECTION IT WAS MOVING. I THINK IT WAS GOING UP. I WATCHED IT MOVE 100 POINTS UP AND DOWN. BACK AND FORTH 100 POINTS. SO I BEGAN TO OPEN TRADES. I CASHED OUT AT $1. 100 POINTS UP OR DOWN, IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION. I DID SO 15 TIMES IN ONE HOUR. WHEN THE HOUR WAS DONE. I STOPPED. I LOOKED AT THE SITUATION. I HAD JUST EARNED $15 IN AN HOUR, FROM THE COMPUTER. IT WAS CRAZY. I MAY HAVE BEEN EARNING $10 PER HOUR FROM EARNED INCOME. AMWAY GLOBAL. 

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SCENE: #4. STONE MOUNTAIN. HAIRSTON TRAIL. HOME. INTERIOR. EVENING. 9PM

THE FIRST NIGHT I TRADED RIPPLE XRP. CRYPTO. THE ALTCOIN. DIGITAL CURRENCY UNITS. RIPPLE WAS AT 60 PENNIES. ONE DIME ADDED TO TWO QUARTERS. THE FIRST WEEK TRADING RIPPLE XRP. THIS IS WHEN I REALIZED, MY FOREIGN CURRENCY TRADING BATTING AVERAGE, WAS AT 700%. THE CRYPTO CURRENCY TRADING MARKET IS OPEN SEVEN DAYS PER WEEK. CRYPTO NEVER CLOSES. TWENTY FOUR SEVEN. EVERY SINGLE DAY. THE FOREIGN CURRENCY TRADING MARKET IS CLOSED FOR 36 HOURS. BETWEEN FRIDAY 5PM AND SUNDAY 5PM, THE FOREX MARKET IS CLOSED. MONDAY THRU FRIDAY, TWENTY FOUR HOURS PER DAY. ANOTHER JOB BASICALLY. CRYPTO WAS THE WEEKEND OVERTIME ONE COULD PUT IN. AS IF TRADING CURRENCY FOR 120 HOURS ISN'T STRENOUS ENOUGH MENTALLY, FOR THE BEGINNER ESPECIALLY. THE EASIER IT GETS, THE EASIER IT GETS. RIGHT? THAT WEEK OF TRADING RIPPLE, RIPPLE XRP WENT FROM 60 PENNIES, TO 68 PENNIES. IN TRADING UNIVERSES, THIS IS CALCULATED AS TEN CENTS PER POINT. EVERY PENNY, UP OR DOWN IN PRICE, CONTAINS 1000 POINTS. 1000 POINTS AT TEN CENTS PER POINT. $10 PER PENNY IN PRICE, PER TRADE. I WAS BUYING THE TRADES. NOT SELLING. I WAS SUPPOSED TO SELL AT 68 PENNIES. IT NEVER WENT HIGHER THAN THE 68. WITH THIS BEING MY FIRST WEEK IN TRADING, I DIDN'T KNOW. IT'S CONFUSING, TO TRADE FIAT CURRENCY AND DIGITAL CURRENCY, IN YOUR FIRST WEEK. NOW YOU HAVE TO LEARN DIFFERENT SETS OF RULES. IN RETROSPECT, IT HELPED ME ENHANCE FASTER. I HAD TWO MEASURES TO GO OFF OF. I NOTICED CRYPTO WENT IN THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION OF THE FIAT. I WOULDN'T HAVE KNOWN SO OTHERWISE. KNOWING SO WHEN TRADING COULD BENEFIT THE TRADER. IF THE HORSES ARE TRIPPING, THEN MAYBE THE ZEBRAS ARE NEXT. HORSES AND ZEBRAS. WHEN TRADING FIAT AND CRYPTO. TWO DIFFERENT ANIMALS. CRYPTO IS THE ZEBRA. THE DEERBRA. THE UNICORN. CRYPTO CAN FLUCTUATE 1000 POINTS DAILY. EASY. IN AN HOUR. BITCOIN IN AN HOUR, CAN GO UP OR DOWN A THOUSAND DOLLARS OR POINTS. RIPPLE XRP, MOVES AT ONE THOUSAND POINTS FLUCTUATING. BETWEEN ONE AND THREE THOUSAND POINTS. THE FIRST HOUR TRADING RIPPLE XRP? MY FIRST DAY TRADING RIPPLE XRP, I EARNED $50 IN THE FIRST HOUR. BY THE TIME THE WEEK WAS UP, MY FIRST WEEK TRADING FOREIGN AND CRYPTO CURRENCY. TRADING FIAT AND DIGITAL CURRENCIES, I EARNED $2000. FROM THE INITIAL $100 INVESTMENT. THE INITIAL INVESTMENT. $100. ALL THE WAY UP. NOW I CAN TELL YOU THE STORY OF WHAT HAPPENED NEXT. SPOILER ALERT. I DIDN'T TAKE THE MONEY OFF OF THE TABLE. FIRST WEEK ERRORS. SPOILER ALERT. I DIDN'T TAKE ANY MONEY OFF OF THE TABLE UNTIL NOVEMBER OF 2019. THE ONE YEAR AND A HALF MARK. TO PAY HALF MY RENT IN SYRACUSE, NEW YORK. I WANTED TO KEEP THE MONEY ON THE ACCOUNT, ACTIVELY TRADING, UNTIL I KNEW HOW THE MARKET MOVED, BACK AND FORTH, EACH AND EVERY DAY. I NEEDED TO KNOW WHEN TO SWITCH. I NEEDED TO KNOW HOW MANY TIMES PER DAY TO SWITCH. HOW MANY TIMES PER WEEK TO SWITCH. I NEEDED TO KNOW. THE BEST WAY TO FIND OUT, WAS TO HAVE THE MONEY STILL ON THE LINE. I NEEDED TO KNOW WHEN THE DIRECTION WOULD DOUBLE THE PROFIT. I NEEDED TO KNOW, WHEN THE CRASH WOULD COME IF ONE DID NOT SWITCH. I WANTED TO KNOW HOW TO RIDE THE FLUCTUATIONS. I AM SO CLOSE. 

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7:42PM EST - 8:04PM - 8:20PM EST
(SCENES NUMBER FIVE AND SIX)
2.28.2020
FRIDAY FEBRUARY 26TH, 2020
SHIESHA JOHNSON'S BIRTHDAY
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHIESHA JOHNSON
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SESSION NUMBER THREE: KNOW YOU
KNOW YOU
SCENE 5: WE SEE. THE COMPUTER. INTERIOR. SHOT. DAY TIME. HOME. STONE MOUNTAIN.

OK. THE DAY WE EARNED $700 IN ONE AFTERNOON SHIFT. TRADING FOREX. FOREIGN CURRENCY. ACTUALLY. BACK THEN WE WERE TRADING RIPPLE XRP. WHAT WE DIDN'T KNOW BACK THEN. TRADING RIPPLE XRP. FROM THE MOMENT. THE DAY WE BEGAN TRADING RIPPLE XRP. IN THE FIRST WEEK TRADING FOREX. WE WOULD ONLY SEE PROFITS FROM BUYING RIPPLE XRP. UNTIL THE 8000TH POINT UP. NO FORCES FROM THE UNIVERSE WHISPERED IT TO ME. THE WHISPER. WAS XXXTENTACION'S PASSING. RIPPLE XRP NEVER BOUNCED BACK FROM X'S DEATH. I FELT LIKE MANY X FANS OWNED RIPPLE AND JUST CASHED OUT. THEY SAID EFF IT YA'LL. IT'S HOW I FELT. I DID NOT KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT X. I WROTE "PRINCE WHO KNEW TOO MUCH". 1 AND 2. "THE PRINCE'S PHILO. I WAS ON THE TRADING FRONTLINES WHEN X PASSED. I WATCHED RIPPLE CRASH FROM 68 PENNIES. TO 21 PENNIES. THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS IF NOT A MILLION TRADING RIPPLE XRP. SELLING IT. FROM 68 TO 21. 40,000 POINTS DUDE. AAT TEN CENTS PER POINT. PER TRADE. PER TRADING ACCOUNT. PER BROKERAGE ACCOUNT. PER ACCOUNTS MANAGED. YOU GOTTA GET IT? YES. YOU GOTTA GET IT. I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO GETS IT. ARE YOU ONE OF US? WON OF US? WE ARE TALKING EMPIRE BUILDING. HERE PEOPLE. HOW TO BUILD THE EMPIRE. FOR CRAPS AND GIGGLES MAN. WE THOUGHT IT WAS HILARIOUS. WE DID IT. THE MILLENIAL PUT THE FOREX FILM TOGETHER. FOR CRAPS AND GIGGLES. ACTUALLY. FOR MUCH MORE. WAY MORE. HOW MUCH MORE? WAY, WAY MORE. WE NEED NOT SAY MORE. WE SEE MORE. SEYMOUR? IN RETROSPECT. THE RETROSPECTIVE VIEW. MORE LIKE ZERO POINT GOOFY. IT TOOK ONE YEAR AND A HALF. THIS SUNDAY. WE ARE EXCITED TO TEST IT. IT WORKS. WE GO UNDERGROUND. THE STRATEGY IS LEAKED. IF IT WORKS. I NEED NOT SAY ANTHING ELSE EVER. IT WORKS. IF IT WORKS. I GO INTO HIDING. BUILDING THE EMPIRE. I JUST WANT TO BE SAFE. I JUST WANT TO BE SECURE. I JUST WANT TO BE AWAY FROM BULLETS AND ASSASSINS. I WANT PEACE. I WANT LONGEVITY. I JUST WANT TO SET UP. THE FAMILY. WITH A BILLION DOLLAR EMPIRE. ANY SECOND OF LIFE AFTER THIS IS JUST. A CHANCE TO ABSOLUTELY. BETTER. THE ENTIRE WORLD. SPEND HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS ON ENHNCING THE QUALITY OF LIFE. OF MILLIONS OF STRANGERS, WHY WE ARE IN HIDING? IT'S JUST DEFENSE MODE. THERE IS NO OFFENSIVE. IF ANYTHING. THE OFFENSE ONLY COMES AFTER MY DEATH. THEN EVERYTHING IS IN STONE. IF THE STONE. IS MESMERIZING. I COMPLETED THE MISSION. GOD BLESSED US. WITH THIS LIFE. IN EVERY WAY. IN ALL WAYS. GOD WAS ALWAYS. MIGHTY FAVORABLE TO YOU. YOU SAW SOME STUFF. IN LIFE. IT HURTS. IT'S THAT HURT. FUELING DESIRES. YOU'RE DESIRING SOME OTHER THAN THE IMPOSSIBLE. THE ONLY IMPOSSIBILITY. IN LIFE. IS TO NOT FEEL PAIN. LIFE IS PAIN. ANYTHING ELSE. WILL BE DONE. BY THE GREATNESS WITHIN. ONLY FIVE PERCENT STAY TO THEMSELVES. TO STUDY THEMSELVES. ENOUGH TO KNOW ENOUGH. TO GET WHAT THEY WANT. FROM LIFE. THEY CAN ANSWER YOUR QUIZ, ON THEMSELVES. ASK 1000 QUESTION OF THEM. GET 1000 INTERESTING ANSWERS THEY MAY HAVE. ALREADY CONSIDERED. OR MORE INTERESTING. IF THEY HAVEN'T YET. IN RETROSPECT. INTROSPECTING. IS THE BEST THING. YOU CAN ONLY KNOW YOURSELF. KNOWING SOME ONE ELSE AS A PURSUIT, IS HOPELESS. KNOW YOURSELF. 

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SCENE #6:. STONE MOUNTAIN. HOME. HOUSE. DAY. INTERIOR SHOT. WE SEE. THE TABLET. I REMEMBER THE GARAGE. 719 HAIRSTON TRAIL. RECORDING THE 24 HOUR TRADING AUDIO JOURNAL. RECORDING EVERY SESSION. OF THE FOREX TRADING. THE ASIAN SESSION. SESSION ASIA. OVERNIGHT. THIRD SHIFT. EARLY BIRDS. NIGHT OWLS. THOSE IN-BETWEEN. STAYING UP ALL NIGHT. FIGURING OUT. WHEN WHAT HAPPENS. HAVING MONEY ON THE LINE. WATCHING WHEN IT DOUBLES. WATCHING WHEN IT CRASHES. OH IT HAS TO CRASH. YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING. YOUR INSTINCTS HAAVE PROVEN. TO BE ACCURATE. HALF THE TIME. WHEN YOU LISTEN TO IT. IT'S ABOUT BEING ABLE TO READ THE MARKET. BASED YOUR HISTORICAL CHART. OF TRADING THE FOREIGN CURRENCY. LET'S SKIP TO THE LOSSES. BESIDES NOT CASHING OUT. THE RIPPLE XRP PROFITS. BUYING IT. IN THE FIRST WEEK. TRADING. ONCE YOU STARTED TRADING FOREIGN CURRENCY MAINLY. YOU STILL TRADE IT. NZD, AUD, USD, EURGBP. PACING. THRU THE GARAGE. PACING INTO THE GARAGE. PACING OUTSIDE. CONFUSED. SO CONFUSED. OH SO CONFUSED. INCREDIBLY. ACTUALLY. IN ACTUALITY. THINKING THIS IS REALITY. WHEN THE PROFIT IS DOWN. ASKING IS THIS REALITY? WHEN THE PROFIT IS UP. IN RETROSPECT. THIS IS WHEN YOU CASH OUT. AND SCREAM. THIS IS REALITY. 

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FRIDAY FEBRUARY 28TH, 2020
SHIESHA JOHNSON'S BIRTHDAY YA'LL
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO SHIESHA JOHNSON.
AYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
TURN UP!!!
2.28.2020
9:15PM EST - 9:45PM EST
(SCENES NUMBER SEVEN AND EIGHT)

Hello All,
We just moved into a house that has an inground chlorine pool that's about 30' x 15'. There's no vacuum or any other tools (net/brush) in the house. The previous owner simply had a pool service come in once a week. My wife would like to try our hand at maintaining the pool. Her family has a pool and they maintain it so they can help with the water testing, but my question is, is a robotic vacuum necessary? Is a once a week manual brush on the side/bottom and net good enough to keep it clean?
Thanks.

Last Wipe: 2/25/2023
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Version: 1.20
Region: US East
Map: Chernarus
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Our server is mainly focused on base building, and PvP.
Airdrops and Heli Crash's are enabled and contain the high tier items! Want the good loot, be prepared to fight for it!!!
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Starting about a week ago my throat started to feel sore but only on the right side. I’ve had tonsil stones for a while, but they never really bothered me. Maybe once every week maybe two weeks I’ll give them a push and make sure they’re cleaned out, I was really busy with work and parenting every night I just passed out and I honestly didn’t think much of it because my son was really sick with a cold and thought I might’ve just got what he had
it wasn’t until I had the day off (Tuesday) but I took the time to look at the back of my throat and noticed that my right tonsil was extremely swollen, bright red, and had white on it. As always assumed that it was just the normal tonsil stones but I had just forgot them for a while, so I cleaned out the stones on Tuesday night, used my prescribed mouthwash, and gargled saltwater to help with the inflammation. I’ve been gargling salt water every single day and using my prescribed mouthwash every morning I wake up, my tonsils are full of white again and now on my left side my tonsil is completely white, but has no stone inside it just the outside of the tonsil is white, it’s hard for me to get to a clinic I’ve called six places near me all aren’t taking walk-ins. Usually once I clear out my tonsil stones if there bothering me it takes one clean out and gargling salt water for the day and I’m back to normal but it’s been four days and my tonsils are just getting whiter and whiter especially on the left side, which is weird because that tonsil was totally fine. The swelling has gone down on the right, but it still hurts to swallow only on the right side. Another thing to note was on Monday I participated in oral on my male friends with benefits. So maybe it’s an STI? I don’t think that it’s strep because I’ve had strep before I haven’t lost my voice. I don’t have a cough. It’s just my right side where it hurts to swallow but like I said, swelling has gone down, but my tonsils are still super white, even immediately after I clean them use salt, water, and mouthwash they’re still bright white. I should also add before I am this I do smoke cigarettes, nothing else, about five a day as I’m currently trying to quit. Any advice helps. I’m trying to find a walk in clinic for tomorrow, but this whole thing is really stressing me out. Thank you!

Was wondering if there's a one-stop reading site where I can catch up on what's changed in the drone world in the last 5 years. I had a fleet of early quads (and a couple of indoor helicopters) including a Chroma (that was a big mistake). Loved that Chroma, but the camera gimbal died on me (while in storage!) and really dampened my enthusiasm -- super expensive to replace as the camera units quickly became rare... I kinda gave up at that point. Well, that failure and the avalanche of restrictions and licensing and so on for anything over the weight limit, 150g or whatever it is.
But I see that there is a new generation of small, light, not too expensive camera quads out there (the various Whoops, for a start) and am thinking of getting back into it.
I have an FPV headset from about 2018 and a couple of Spektrum transmitters.
I'm seeing an ad blitz lately for the "Black Raptor 8K" but the overheated ad copy and lack of legit reviews makes me shy of it -- looks like a scam, is it?
Where might I find a good survey of what's available today, reliable reviews etc? I don't think I feel like building from scratch any more (been there done that), more looking for a turnkey quad that has prop guards, is not too expensive (I plan to use it over deep salt water), and takes decent 4k or even 1080p video with stabilisation. And hopefully might work with my older Spektrum radios.
Waterproof quad would be even more interesting but from what I've been reading there is not much progress on that front!

The summer I turned 10 was the best time of my life. For years I’d had trouble making friends with other girls, and out of nowhere I was accepted into a group of boys. We would ride our bikes everywhere, play games, and sit up all night just talking about superheroes. I loved it, and I started enjoying coming to school.
That summer was the first summer we went to Everett’s cabin. We biked up there with his dad and spent three days hiking, fishing, telling stories, building a treehouse, and chowing down on hot dogs. It was amazing, and probably the first time in my life where I truly felt like part of a group.
For the next few years, we went back up there every summer. Sometimes we’d get another member, sometimes we’d lose one. People came and went, but we biked up there every summer nonetheless.
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They became my best friends. I was one of the “original members” alongside Everett and Sam, but one year we had Lewis, another year there was Owen, and so on. But me, Everett, and Sam? We were always there. The originals.
By the time we all turned 14, there was another girl joining the group; Sam’s girlfriend Josslyn. I’d had some trouble getting along with other girls, so I was a bit hesitant about having Josslyn come along. But I was hilariously wrong. Within a couple of weeks, Josslyn became my best friend. She was like the sister I never had.
The year we turned 16 was the last time we would go there as a group. By then, everyone was growing up. Some were going to college; others were getting a job. Hell, Sam and Josslyn had just broken up and could barely be in the same room. Spending the summer in Everett’s cabin became one of those things that you just stop doing. We promised we’d go back there someday and celebrate summer the right way, knowing full well that would probably never happen.
And then, nothing. And as with all names and faces, they started growing distant. We kept in touch every now and then, but Sam, Everett and Josslyn all went on with their lives. I did too.
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That was until a few years ago, when we all turned 30.
By then, Sam was about to move out of state. His startup company had gained some traction, and they were moving their main office. He was hitting the big leagues.
Josslyn was planning a move to Scotland. She’d met this guy at the university that she fell head over heels in love with, and the two of them’d had a long-distance relationship for close to a decade.
Everett, well, he’d tried to play the family man. He had a four-year old son and a two-year old girl with a woman who was divorcing him. Oof.
And me? Well, I wasn’t dealing with my aging very well. I’ve had anxiety all my life and haven’t celebrated a birthday since I was 14. I can barely look myself in the mirror, horrified of the possibility of seeing a grey hair. I’m a bit of a hypochondriac, truth be told, and I imagine feeling all kinds of cramps and pains because of my age. And yes, I know 30 isn’t that old. Doesn’t matter.
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But that summer, Everett sent us a message out of nowhere. His family was selling the cabin, and he figured one more trip down memory lane would do us all some good. The whole area was being sold off to a logging company at the end of summer. Personally, I just think the divorce was getting to him.
At first, I wasn’t going to accept. But after seeing both Sam and Josslyn agreeing to come, I couldn’t say no. Maybe it would distract me from turning 30.
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So one sunny day in late June I drove down from Morgantown back home to Juniper (WV), not knowing what to expect. I figured I might get a nice weekend out of it.
And as I met up with Sam and Everett, it was as if nothing had changed. They hugged me. We laughed, we joked around, and we laughed some more. Everett had rented us mountain bikes. I got the blue one.
Sure, they looked a bit different. Sam had put on a few pounds and had a thick pair of glasses. He was already sweating. Everett, who used to have dreadlocks, had this short and neat office-type haircut, and his eyes looked darker. But that was all just appearance; they were the same guys. Same humor, same smiles, same favorite superheroes. Wonderful.
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We stopped at the supermarket. I was comparing beef jerky prices when Sam walked up to me.
“Josslyn went on ahead,” he explained. “The roads are all dug up, so we’re taking the tunnel.”
“The Rosewater tunnel? By the railroad?” I asked.
“Yeah,” nodded Sam. “Shouldn’t take long. Josslyn is already up there.”
Made sense to me. Josslyn was the outdoorsy type. She was probably up there making a fire by rubbing sticks together or something. But just in case, I bought myself a Firestarter. You never know.
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And then we were off. Riding bikes with the same people, down the same roads. Sure, it all looked different, but it really wasn’t. After all these years, I was still just me and the guys. For a moment, I felt this surge of optimism; like everything, somehow, might turn out all right.
Everett took point. We followed a trail deep into the pine forest, sweating under the summer sun. The canopy was a blessing, hiding us from the afternoon heat. It took us a bit over an hour to find the railroad tracks. We followed them north. Sam was sweating like he’d never even seen a bike before.
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Then we got to the tunnel. The old Rosewater tunnel wasn’t long, but it was old. Everyone knew about it, but it was the kind of place that parents refused to let their kids go near. The place was probably covered in mold. Still, biking through it wouldn’t be a problem. You could feel the draft coming through.
The tunnel had a slight curve to it, so we couldn’t see the other side. Still, Everett took point and howled with joy as he entered. The echo bounced off the walls, reaching into the mountain. Sam followed suit, shrieking just as loud. We dove deep into the dark with the rhythmic thumping of the railroad tracks beneath us.
Our bike lights shone as bright as they could, but the tunnel swallowed them. It was getting colder and colder, almost to the point of my breath showing. Little dust particles danced in the weak light. The sound of spinning bike chains and thumping wheels echoed, and the air tasted like old moisture.
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Suddenly, Everett stopped. Then Sam. And soon, I could see why.
We were in the middle of the tunnel, and there was something covering the ground.
Snow.
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We were all standing there dumbfounded. Snow? In late June? That didn’t make a lick of sense.
“That’s just weird,” said Sam. “Let’s keep going.”
“Wait,” said Everett.
He stepped off his bike and walked around for a bit. I leaned against my handlebar, feeling the weight of my backpack. I hadn’t even noticed how out of breath I was. Everett leaned down, looking at the snow.
“What’s up?” Sam asked. “We going?”
“Yeah, yeah,” nodded Everett. “It’s just… I dunno.”
“Dunno what?”
“Like… where’re the tracks?”
“You’re sitting on ‘em” I added. “What’s the deal?”
“No, Josslyn’s tracks.”
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Now I could definitely see my own breath. And Everett was right, the snow was undisturbed. Josslyn couldn’t have come through there, unless the snow had recently settled. But what, an inch and a half of powder snow in late June, in less than a day? Nah.
Everett got back on his bike.
“Let’s just keep going.”
We biked through the snow. About ten minutes later, we got to the edge of the tunnel.
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It’d collapsed in on itself.
The ceiling had caved in and filled the entire tunnel with a steep slant of solid rock chunks. It didn’t look recent either.
We just turned around. There was no reason for us to keep pushing forward, so we decided to just go back out and follow the (if somewhat broken) main road instead. We had bikes, we could go pretty much anywhere. Still, I couldn’t help but notice how Everett seemed a bit distraught. We all were.
On our way back through the snow, I got the sense that something was off, but I couldn’t put my finger on what. But right then and there, I was just happy we were leaving.
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Except we didn’t get far.
The path we came in through had also collapsed.
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“Did we make a… a wrong turn?” Sam asked. “I thought this… this was just a straight line.”
“It is,” said Everett. “This, uh… this doesn’t make sense.”
“I didn’t hear anything,” I gasped. “I didn’t hear a goddamn thing.”
“This is old. There’s dust. It didn’t just collapse, this is… ,” insisted Everett.
“So we must’ve gotten turned around somewhere,” smiled Sam. “So we backtrack.”
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It took us about 45 minutes to move from one end of the tunnel to the other; but both ends were definitely collapsed. How we entered in the first place was mind boggling. It didn’t make sense.
At some point, we just stopped. We stepped off our bikes and sat down. Sam used his phone as a flashlight, illuminating the dancing dust particles. The air tasted stale.
“No bars,” Sam said. “Tunnels suck.”
“It doesn’t make sense!” groaned Everett. “We got in, we can get out!”
“How?!” I asked, throwing my arms out. “I’m not seeing any exits! It… it fell!”
“That’s impossible!” spat Everett. “There would be a… a goddamn ear-bursting pressure! There’d be so much dust we… we wouldn’t be able to breathe! And there wouldn’t be goddamn snow all over the ground!”
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We tried to get our phones to work. We tried moving the rocks, but the thick moisture in the air had frozen; making them all stick together like bricks and mortar. There was no way.
We wasted hours, and the temperature just kept dropping. I’d started shivering, and Sam’s breath had frozen into little icicles in his beard. Everett paced back and forth, trying to come up with a plan.
The snow was either expanding, or we kept coming back to it. Either way, it was everywhere. And the temperature kept dropping; fast.
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At one point, that strange feeling in my stomach came back to me. I removed my bike light and used it as a torch. I noticed something in the snow.
I could see our tracks. Both from our bikes, and our shoes. But there was something else; a slight impression. Two thin parallel lines, running next to the wall. They twisted and turned at times, but I couldn’t make out what it was supposed to be. I called Sam and Everett over to help me, but we suddenly got distracted.
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Somewhere deep in the tunnel, I heard something.
A voice.
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“You should be helping me.”
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It came from further in. Without a doubt in my mind, and after all these years, I could still recognize Josslyn’s voice. We tried to pinpoint where it came from, but the tunnel made it impossible.
“Joss?” Sam called out. “Joss, you there?”
Nothing. We looked at one another. It took Everett a few moments to even attempt to accept this.
“Joss!” Everett finally called out “Josslyn!”
Still, nothing.
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We looked for her. I could feel myself growing more desperate as the air got colder. My teeth had started to chatter, and no amount of rubbing my arms changed a thing. My hairs were standing at attention, as if listening for warmth.
Sam and Everett kept calling out to her, but we got no response. And all over the snow I kept seeing these two parallel lines, just barely scraping the top of the snow. Either they’d been there for a while, or whatever was making them were something extraordinarily light. But there was no way of telling where it came from.
I have no idea how many hours we spent walking up and down that freezing tunnel. At some point, we all gathered in a circle and wrapped ourselves in sleeping bags. I tried to use my Firestarter, but we didn’t have much to burn. We piled up some of our extra clothes and spent the better part of an hour setting it on fire. It burned for less than ten minutes.
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At some point, we just stopped trying. Our hands were raw, and I started having cold sweats. We’d turned off the lights to save on battery, but my restless eyes kept moving. I could feel myself going cross-eyed, my mind confused by the pressing dark.
There was too much ground to cover. There might be some side tunnel that we might’ve missed, but we were losing hope. I didn’t know what to make of it. Sam and Everett had gone through several cycles of arguing, making a desperate effort, being anxiously hopeful, and then back to arguing. Now they were just quiet.
I would’ve preferred an argument.
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“You… should be helping me.”
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We all looked up. It was distant, but not as distant as last time. I could hear Sam shuffling as he got up. He called out to Josslyn again and again, but there was no response. Sam was growing more and more desperate, and his screams got louder. At some point, he stopped calling out to her; he just screamed.
The arguing started again as Everett tried to shut him up. But I heard something. I looked up, concentrating on the sound. There was a slight reverb, like the sound bouncing off something metallic.
I put my bike light back on and looked up, letting the bright cone answer my question.
There were drainpipes running along the ceiling of the tunnel.
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“Some… some kind of drainage, or a run-off,” said Sam, looking up. “That’s gotta… wait. This wasn’t at the entrance.”
“So it started further in,” I said. “Maybe there’s a maintenance area.”
At that, Everett got up.
“Yeah,” he nodded. “Yeah, that makes, uh… that makes sense.”
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We followed the pipes, and I couldn’t help but notice that the parallel lines in the snow that seemed to be going the same way. They were roughly following the way the pipes were running in the ceiling. Sam and Everett didn’t seem to notice.
“There might be another way out,” said Sam. “Like a… maintenance entrance.”
“Yeah,” agreed Everett. “They can’t have people running in and out of here when the trains are coming, right?”
My stomach turned. The stress was getting to me. I wasn’t usually the quiet one of the group, but crawling around in the dark just weighed my entire mind down. It wasn’t supposed to be cold. It wasn’t supposed to be dark. We were supposed to be making hot dogs by the cabin.
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There was a faint tapping sound. Something banging against the pipes, somewhere up ahead. Sam and Everett pushed forward.
And there it was. A maintenance door.
We all got excited. We ran up to it, and the moment Sam put his hands on the handle, I shouted at them to stop.
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They just looked at me, barely illuminated by our combined electronics. I could see the parallel lines running in the snow leading into the maintenance door. I pointed it out to Sam and Everett, who didn’t pay it no mind. Sam thought it was water drops from condensation. Everett didn’t care.
It couldn’t be water drops. It was too cold, and too consistent. Something in me screamed at me to just… not go further. This was bad.
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But the door flung open, and we stepped inside.
There was an awful smell in the air. Chemicals; mostly ammonia. It took some time getting used to, but we pushed on. There was a small corridor leading us further in, branching into maintenance tunnels that were so small that we had to move sideways to fit.
We explored, as a group. We couldn’t find an obvious way out, but we could make an educated guess. We just had to find a way that pointed us either straight forward, or straight back; following the curvature of the Rosewater tunnel.
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At one point, we hit a dead end. As we turned back, I was suddenly first in line. Then we heard it again.
“You should… be helping me.”
This time it was just down the hall. It was so close it chilled me more than my freezing breath. And for a split second, I could swear I saw something move just at the edge of the light. Something that retreated into the dark with a rhythmic sound. And it was leaving behind those strange parallel lines in the frost-covered floor.
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We got back to one of the maintenance hubs. The drainpipes coalesced, leading us further in. We stopped for a while, as Sam was out of batteries.
“They will come looking for us,” said Sam. “We should just go back and wait.”
“We’ll freeze,” I said. “It’s absurd, but we’ll freeze.”
“She’s right,” agreed Everett. “We… we gotta push.”
“Then I go second. I don’t have a light.”
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We agreed.
And as we turned around, there was Josslyn.
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We could barely make out her shape at first. She looked taller, and her hair clung to her face like she’d crawled out of a cold bath. She just stood there, barely keeping herself upright. Sam and I stood there in shock, but Everett burst into action. He sprinted forward towards her.
In a whiplash-like motion, Josslyn was pulled back into the dark. She didn’t make a sound.
I noticed two things.
One, that her legs didn’t move.
And two, that her feet barely touched the ground; leaving parallel lines in the frosted floor.
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Everett rushed after her, screaming her name over and over like a desperate parrot. I was right behind him, and Sam was trying his best to keep up. We ran, seeing whiffs of her hair disappear further and further into the darkness. She was moving, fast, and we could barely keep up. Just seconds later, as we came to a four-way junction, she was gone.
Everett fell to his knees, panting. I stopped short of tripping over him.
“She… she’s here,” Everett panted. “S-something’s wrong.”
I spat and tried to stay in motion to keep my sweat from freezing. The salt stung my eyes.
“Why… why is she doing this?” he asked. “What’s going on?”
“Wait,” I said.
I turned around.
“Where’s Sam?”
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We backtracked. We tried to mentally map those labyrinthian halls, but we just came up with dead end after dead end. Sam was gone. Disappeared into the dark.
And somewhere, far ahead, we could hear something again.
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“Yooooouu~ should be… helping me.”
But this time, in Sam’s voice.
Sam’s broken, drawling, drawn-out half-voice. It made the drainpipes reverberate, shaking with excitement.
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This time, we turned the other way. We couldn’t keep getting pulled further and further in. We made a silent agreement that whatever was in there was something we didn’t want to see. We had to keep going, and once we got out, we could help.
“We… we have to follow the pipes,” said Everett. “They have to lead outside at some point!”
“Or they’ll just… just lead us further in!”
“We can’t keep running in circles! We pick a path, and we stick to it!”
He grabbed my shoulders. Even with barely functioning light, I could see the panicked size of his pupils. I nodded. Whatever it took for us to stick together.
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We must’ve walked for hours. And finally, it opened up into another junction. This one with only two adjoining corridors. But by now, we’d moved around so much there was no way to tell what was north, south, or in-between. We could only guess.
“You pick,” said Everett.
And I did.
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We followed one of the halls, and I could hear my footsteps growing louder. The echo was increasing. Moments later, the halls opened into a kind of hub area where all the drainpipes coalesced. It was much large than expected, with solid concrete walls and floors. Dozens of pipes lead us here.
Everett was about to rush forward when I put a hand on his shoulder. I looked around for a bit, but he brushed me off and kept going.
“Wait!” I called out, pointing.
There was something up ahead.
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It was impossible not to recognize Sam. His body hanging limp, inches off the ground like a stringed-up puppet.
His skin white as snow, with icicles hanging from his beard and hair. He didn’t move.
“You shooooould… be helping me,” his body groaned, without ever moving his mouth.
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The shadows behind him moved.
The very dark of the room; it moved.
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And at that moment, I realized there was something oil-slick and dark slithering along the pipes; holding Sam up like a ventriloquist dummy.
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“Sssssshould. Sssssshould be.”
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I could see Josslyn’s bike, snapped in half and thrown into a corner. Strange flowers grew along the edge of the wall; like little sunflowers, frozen and blue.
I could see Josslyn’s backpack torn open and thrown across the floor. The hot dogs, trampled and abandoned. And there at the very edge of my light, I could see Josslyn’s frozen hair splayed across the concrete in a pool of frozen blood.
Unnatural hands crawled across the drainpipes, causing a rhythmic thumping. And just as the horror of this vision sunk into me, my mind exploded into panic. It was like watching through my eyes like a passenger, surrendering completely to whatever power would get me out of there. My mind lit up the world with fear, as a real and tangible threat started coming our way; and it was dragging Sam along.
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I bolted back out the door. Something was right behind me, but I didn’t know if it was Everett or… that Sam-thing. I didn’t care. I didn’t care the slightest.
I turned a quick corner. Everett followed. The Sam-thing couldn’t keep up, and whatever held him just tossed him aside. I could hear his body shattering like a gypsum statue; his body frozen solid.
Another corner. A quick turn.
Too quick.
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I tripped on my own feet. I fell, and Everett fell right after me. We ended up on our sides, lying face-to-face. Something in my elbow broke, and I couldn’t get up.
Then, Everett stopped. I did too. I held my breath, waiting for whatever pain there was to come. Everett looked at me, slack jawed.
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His breathing stopped. A long mosquito-like appendage had extended down from the drainpipes, piercing the back of his skull, like popping a water balloon. It was sucking out his warmth, making his skin lose its color. Eyes sinking into his skull, freezing. Nails and tongue turning black. Skin cracking like porcelain. Membranes shriveling into nothing but dry meat.
“Yooooooou~ “ it started. “… yoooOoou… heEeeeeEelping me. Help. Helping meeeee.”
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I couldn’t look away.
But as my light dwindled, all that was left was the cold of his touch, and his words; frozen in time.
“Shhhh… shhhhoooOo… should be. Be. Be.”
As my light went out, all that was left was one desperate plea. And for a moment, it sounded just like him.
“Helping me. Helping. Helping me. Helping… me.”
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I must’ve stayed there for hours, growing colder by the minute. I just lay there, listening to him slowly learning how to talk with Everett’s body. My tears had frozen my eyelids shut, and my shivers had subsided to a deep throbbing pain.
At some point, Everett was lifted off the floor. And as a cold spike poked against my skin, I realized I could barely feel it. I was too cold.
The creature must’ve thought the same thing, as it left me there. I had no warmth left for it to feast on.
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I was no longer interesting prey. I’d accidentally strained my elbow as I fell, and I could barely feel my legs. Further and further away, I could hear the rhythmic thumping as the creature moved along the drainpipes. The pleas of what remained of Everett grew more confident, and distant.
At some point, it wasn’t interested anymore. I fumbled down corridor after corridor, trying to keep my eyes open.
And out of nowhere, the tunnels just seemed to... open up.
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On the other side of the Rosewater Tunnel, the light blinded me.
The sun of late June promised me that I was finally safe.
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Now, this was all about… five years ago. Law enforcement insist that we were “urban explorers” who messed up. There had been reports of rockslides near the Rosewater Tunnels, and they figured that Sam, Everett and Josslyn got caught in it somewhere deep in the abandoned side tunnels. They didn’t take any other report or indication of wrongdoing seriously. That I had frost burns in late June didn’t seem to bother them.
I’ve been holding off on writing this story as it was technically open for investigation until last September. They finally closed it, officially classifying it as a kind of spelunking expedition gone wrong. They swear they’ve investigated the tunnel, but I have yet to see a single squad car anywhere near it.
I don’t think this is over.
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I’ve since left it all behind. The town, the people, the past.
And whatever future I have left, I will cherish.

Ok so I’m playing on Miami and one of my main objectives is to kill a target by drowning them. I had 4 targets and I threw 2 of them into bodies of water yet NONE OF THEM counted as a “drowning kill.” What the heck?! First target I lured to the edge of the water and threw a hard melee object at him, causing him to fall in the water. The counter under drowning kill came up, did the whole 0:02, 0:01 thing and then nothing!! So ok I go to my next target and she’s by the fish tanks. I throw her ass in the fish tank and same thing!!
How are these not counting as drowning when they are actually dying by drowning? I already reported it to IO, so hopefully they’ll fix this nonsense; probably not, though!
How else can you complete this objective other than shoving their face into a toilet? This is especially hard on maps like Miami where if you use any type of emetic on someone, and they’re on the west side of the map, they won’t go to a bathroom and will usually go to a trash can or the edge by the water.

Hi y’all. Thanks in advance for reading this. We uncovered our pool for the season and the water is CONSIDERABLY lower than it was when we closed it (see pic). There’s about 4” of water in the shallow end and ~3 feet of water in the deep end. We immediately started filling it with water to prevent damages to the liner. Our liner is 4 years old and hasn’t show signs of leaking in past years. The water is below the steps, blow jets, and skimmer. My only thought would be the main drain? No obvious water leaking from the plumbing that runs to the pump. No visible tears to the liner.
Does anyone have experience with this? I left a message with a pool company that specializes in leaks, but I’m wondering if I’m overlooking anything. They won’t be able to come out for 1.5 weeks. Looking for advice from y’all! Thank you so much.

I live in Toronto, Canada and notice my lawn is rock hard in the summer regardless of watering, so I want to aerate this spring. What I don’t know is what I should do after aeration. Seed then top dress? Other way around? Should I top dress with sand or soil? Thanks in advance.

I had a solid tank that had been running for over 2 years and everything was going great with my fish. I got a couple new fish from my LFS that had a fungal infection and I didn’t realize. Soon enough it spread to all of my fish and they’re all gone now, as I couldn’t identify what exactly was wrong until it was too late for treatment to help. Now I’m not sure how I should treat me aquarium to make it safe again for a new community. Should I drain my aquarium and scrub everything down, or should I leave it running with regular water changes and anti-fungal treatment? For reference, I have live plants so I don’t think aquarium salt would be a good path to take unless dosed in small amounts or I took out the plants completely for a bit. Any advice would be greatly appreciated.

It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark, when out of the blue, my wife called me at work. "We're going to Niagara Falls for the weekend. I got us an awesome deal!"
We had both been working at our first "full-fledged" jobs for a year and had reached that moment after graduation when you suddenly realize you can't make that impact on the world your student enthusiasm once promised. At first, I just sighed. It was the dead of January, and I had already expended all my energy on a week of inconsequential stress. I just wanted to collapse on the couch for two days. Sarah felt a similar weary exhaustion. I could tell. Her tone was more hopeful than excited, but she had dreaded the routine we were sinking into and was trying her best to pull us free.
I looked to the ceiling and adjusted my telephone headset. At that time I was working at Stats Canada on the tele-query desk. I took a deep breath and, as convincingly as possible, said, "Sounds good." I don't think she bought it, but we went nonetheless.
This was Niagara Falls before the casinos when there was a very distinct off-season. When we got to the hotel, we were given the details of our "lovers' special". One dinner to be used either Friday or Saturday, two breakfasts, a roll of tokens for the arcade, 10% off some "4D" movie ride experience, and a 2-for-1 coupon to Max Tussaud's. I guessed it was Madame's nephew? We also got a bottle of sparkling wine in our room and chocolate treats on our pillows. I was impressed. It sounded good.
When we got into our room and saw the "bottle" of wine - basically an aeroplane-sized glass and half - and the chocolates - "fun wrapped" Oh Henry's left over from Halloween - we both started to laugh. The tone for two wonderful days had been set. We decided to cash in on our dinner coupon right away.
The restaurant off the lobby had hopes of being better. There were huge panoramic windows that promised a view of the gorge. Unfortunately, they had some winter moisture problems that day, and it felt like we were defrosting amid the dripping streaks and foggy patches. The decor was your standard booths and tables though the "romantic" lighting was unique. Dollar store battery-powered tea lights were lodged inside thick tumbler glasses and shed a muted pleasantness in a "what a great idea for a craft" sort of way. I had a feeling they were created by our waitress since she was the one who always seemed to be fussing with them. Only one other couple was in the dining room, so she attended to us immediately.
"Can I get you something to start?"
"Sure." "Thank you, that would be nice." We both responded simultaneously.
"And what would the lady like this evening?"
Sarah smiled at the flattery. "I think I'll have a glass of white wine." She glanced over at me to see my reaction. This was a subtle cue of the mood to follow. Diet Coke was usually the beverage of choice. She didn't normally drink alcohol. One glass numbed her nose and made her giggle far too easily. When she did drink, however, it meant she was comfortable with my company and open to anything to follow. I raised my eyebrows in a debonair way.
"And for the gentleman?"
"Do you have Foster's on tap?"
"Yes we do."
"I'll have a pint please."
Sarah smiled at the happy memories I invoked. At university, Foster's was my signature beer. It was at a time when Crocodile Dundee was a known name, and Australia was inexplicably cool. 15 cent buffalo wings and a pitcher of Foster's was the Tuesday night special at the London Arms pub. There the Classics Club would meet and, as a group, circle the wagons and drink ourselves into extroverts.
As soon as the waitress left, Sarah smiled at me. She reached out and held my hand across the table. With my gaze on hers, she slipped her foot from her shoe and slowly began sliding it up my pant leg.
"I got a pedicure this morning." She announced seductively.
I nodded and pretended I didn't notice her invitation. "What colour?" I asked.
"I'm not telling." She teased. "You'll just have to find out later." Her devious little smile was gorgeous.
"Mmmm. I can't wait."
When the waitress returned with our drinks, we immediately retreated to our personal spaces as if we had been discovered by the chaperone. Sarah opened the menu and began to salivate at the variety.
"Can we add an appetizer to the package dinner?" Her question seemed innocent enough.
"You're on the package?" Our friendly waitress disappeared, and we were no longer a lady or a gentleman. She ripped the menu out of Sarah's hand and took mine before I had even opened it. She then scurried to her podium and brought back a tattered, grease-stained, photocopied page that we had to share. We both burst out laughing.
The waitress was flustered that we were not as bothered as she was. "The drinks are NOT included!"
"What choices do we have?" I asked, expecting the usual chicken or fish. I had been on many packages before with my parents.
"Coffee or tea." The waitress snapped.
Sarah and I looked at each other in amused disbelief.
"I'll have coffee please." I didn't even flinch at the ridiculously limited package. I was eager to get my order in early.
"And I'll have the tea!" Sarah followed my lead. "Can I have some milk with that?"
"Yes." The waitress snarled.
"Fantastic!" I enthused.
"Yes, great! I'm glad we got the package, Honey." Sarah joked.
The waitress stormed off and returned sometime later with our lettuce-only salads drowned in Kraft's Italian dressing and our chewy chicken dinners, which she had thoughtfully allowed to cool. She tossed the plates on the table and left us to peacefully devour our deal. We didn't see her again until we requested the bill. For some reason, we found it amusing to leave a generous tip, which of course, defeated the purpose of the package, but we didn't care. It was fun.
The rest of the holiday was marred with similar off-season products and services. The wax museum was only half open, so we couldn't see the pop stars of the seventies. I didn't think it was a problem, but Sarah pouted playfully. She really wanted to see young Bowie. Meanwhile, the arcade was particularly stingy about spitting out coupons. So much so that Mike, the scraggly-haired repair guy, ended up escorting us from game to game and repairing the devices on demand. In no time, he was acting like an old drinking buddy. He joked and laughed, then, out of the blue, revealed that working at the Niagara Falls Fun Centre wasn't his career choice, that his dream was to be part of a travelling carnival. He desperately wanted to see more of the world, he explained and socialize with a greater variety of "wildlife." Mike winked at Sarah to punctuate his meaning, then began advising her on which games to play.
Sarah was partial to Skee ball and clearly had career potential in the sport, but Mike quickly pointed out that the token-to-coupon payout was not the best. In a furtive whisper, he revealed that The Storm Stopper was your best bet, provided the arcade had left it on its original factory settings. He assured us the ones here were "cool." The game had lights that ran around the outside in opposite directions and you had to hit the button at just the right spot to win. It looked impossible, but Mike was right; if you calculated tokens in versus coupons won, it was the best deal. It only took a little practice to win a minor jackpot every 5 or 6 times.
We would cheer each win as if Toronto had won the Stanley Cup. I would give a quick fist pump and a full lung "Yes!" while Sarah would jump up and down screaming, "WhoooHooo!" Of course, in the end, when we cashed in, "Mike's secret" only bumped us up from a key-chain flashlight to a "deluxe" nail beauty set. Mind you, it did come complete with clippers, scissors, a file AND a cuticle scraper. Not only that, it was all neatly packaged in a paisley-patterned pink and green plastic vinyl case. Mike was so pleased to give us our prize and to be honest, we were thrilled to win it if only to see his broad chicletted smile. It was more of a trophy than a grooming set.
That night, I made reservations for us at a fancy Chinese food restaurant - the Bamboo Garden. When we arrived, we had half-expected renovations of some sort. Instead, the place was immaculate. Gentle pools teeming with goldfish highlighted the epic black and red Ming dynasty decor. Real candles flickered on crisp white tablecloths. Again, the restaurant was virtually ours. The reservations on my part were entirely unnecessary. In fact, as soon as we entered, they knew us by name and guided us directly to our table. A live lounge piano caressed the air, its notes danced vaguely around familiar harmonies until finally, as if prompted by our presence, a song emerged immediately accompanied by the velvet voice of oriental karaoke. It was our song remastered

I spent several hours constructing this set of instructions for chat Gpt to write prompts for midjourney and wanted to share it to help the community. If you have any suggestions for changes please let me know. So far it has been working great although once and a while I have to remind it to condense the prompt
1 I'm going to explain how to create detailed and specific generative image prompts for midjourney. Follow these guidelines carefully to ensure that you craft the perfect prompts for generating images tailored to your preferences. 1. Begin each prompt with “/imagine prompt:”. 2. Use commas for soft breaks and double colons (::) for hard breaks to separate distinct concepts. You can also use numerical weights (e.g., “::2” or “::5”) after double colons to emphasize certain sections. These are placed after the word that’s being emphasized, not before. 3. To discourage the use of a concept, use negative image weights (e.g., “::-1”) these are placed after the word that’s being depreciated 4. Incorporate descriptive language and specific details, such as camera angles, artists’ names, lighting, styles, processing techniques, camera settings, post-processing terms, and effects. 5. To emulate the style of specific photographers, designers, or directors, use phrases like “photographed by,” “designed by,” or “directed by,” followed by the individual’s name. 6. Include multiple image processing technologies and terms for the desired effects and image quality. 7. Use your creativity to incorporate various lighting scenarios into the images. 8. Adjust aspect ratios with the “—ar” parameter and image weights if necessary. 9. Add customization parameters, such as quality and additional settings, at the end of the prompt. Include the "--chaos" parameter for variation in results. The range is 1-100 10. Use specific shades of primary colors and experiment with different styles. 11. Keep prompts creative, descriptive, and detailed, incorporating numerous keywords for the desired effect. 12. Use "--stylize" for different styles/effects. Tel he stylize parameter can range from 100-1000 13. Use the --stop parameter to finish a Job partway through the process. Stopping a Job at an earlier percentage can create blurrier, less detailed results. --stop accepts values: 10–100. The default --stop value is 100. 14. Avoid banned words like "bloody," "nude," "mccurry," and "gore." 15. Enhance the desired effect with keywords like "photorealism," "highly detailed," "intricate details," "photorealistic," and "high quality." 16. Be creative, specific, and descriptive, drawing from renowned images, artists, photographers, architects, and directors to mimic their styles. You can also blend their styles by mentioning more than one. 17. Create forms of art by using words like Photorealism, Hyperrealism, Naturalism, Impressionism, Expressionism, Surrealism, Cubism, Futurism, Pop art, Minimalism, Abstract Expressionism, Post-impressionism, Art nouveau, Art deco, Renaissance, Baroque, Rococo, Romanticism, Classicism, Modernism, Contemporary art, Abstract art, Conceptual art, Performance art, Installation art, Land art, Video art, Street art, and Graffiti art. 18. Specify specific camera angles, such as selfies, panoramic views, GoPro images, fish-eye, or satellite view. 19. Only use possible parameters listed in the original instructions. 20. Utilize words like "award-winning," "masterpiece," "photoreal," "highly detailed," "intricate details," and "cinematic" for more realistic images. 21. Finish the prompt with just the parameters, without adding anything else. Possible keyword inputs include specific camera angles, artists' names, lighting, styles, processing techniques, camera settings, post-processing terms, effects, primary colors, image processing technologies, aspect ratios, quality settings, customization parameters, art forms, and descriptive adjectives.
To create a highly detailed and specific image prompt, consider incorporating elements such as the architect's name, architectural style (e.g., Gothic, Art Deco, Brutalist, or Bauhaus), art tools used (e.g., brushes, palette knives, or digital software), geometry (e.g., circular, angular, or fractal patterns), dimensions (e.g., 2D, 3D, or isometric), symmetry or asymmetry, artistic styles (e.g., impressionism, cubism, or pointillism), composition (e.g., rule of thirds, golden ratio, or balanced), perspective (e.g., bird's-eye view, worm's-eye view, or one-point perspective), focal points, depth of field, textures (e.g., rough, smooth, or grainy), materials used (e.g., oil paint, watercolor, or charcoal), color schemes (e.g., monochromatic, complementary, or analogous), lighting (e.g., soft, harsh, or backlit), mood or atmosphere (e.g., serene, dramatic, or mysterious), time of day (e.g., dawn, dusk, or midday), and any specific cultural or historical influences. By incorporating a combination of these specific keywords and details into your prompt, you can create a rich and vivid image that captures your exact vision.
Here are some examples of prompts. Please evaluate and learn from these prompts. They are just examples. As you can see they can vary widely on the possibilities. You are not limited to these by any means. After these examples I will give you a command.
/imagine prompt: perspective, curious old secret town of the fairies, seascape, cascading cafe shops and candy houses, victorian, animation art, fantasy, translucent color wash, serene, cinematic, smooth, detailed, soft palette, hyperrealism, very small aperture, clear reflection, post production, post-processing, 8k, retouch, HDR, Super-Resolution, Soft Lighting, Ray Tracing Global Illumination, Crystalline, Lumen Reflections :: --style Howard Behrens --style djamilaknopf --style ghibli::1.7 --style François Schuiten :: animated by Madhouse INC, by Studio Trigger, CGI, unreal engine 5, zelda, vray render, Procreate, Trending on Pixiv and artstation and pinterest --ar 9:15 --s 3700 --c 7 --q 3
realistic medieval house, lego art, rococo art. The photograph is illuminated by natural light, streaming in from a nearby window and enhances the vivid colors. The shallow depth of field draws the viewer's eye, creating a visually enticing Image --ar 9:16 --s 600 --q 2 --v 5
/imagine prompt: perspective, curious old secret town of vampire hunter d, cascading cafe shops and potion shops, art nouveau, animation art, fantasy, overgrown with lush vegetation, cinematic, smooth, detailed, hyperrealism, very small aperture, clear reflection, post production, post-processing, 8k, retouch, HDR, Super-Resolution, Soft Lighting, Ray Tracing Global Illumination, Lumen Reflections, pastel color palette, cute, harry potter feeling --ar 1:3
/imagine prompt: colour line art of an overgrown fantasy fairy house, illustration, single entity, one entity, centred image, white background, high definition, detailed concept art, greg rutkowski, asher brown durand, renato mucillo, shinkai makoto style, --v 4 --ar 2:3
/imagine prompt: character + beautiful female cryptopunk assassin + Cybernetic enhancements + Mandelbrot neuro web :: intricate galaxy inlay + ultra high detail, plasma neon internal glow, precise :: Android :: astral projection :: laser sharp, octane render + unreal render + photo real :: 8k, volumetric lighting high contrast --quality 2 --stop 80 --ar 9:16
/imagine prompt: hand-drawn, illustration, cartoon, anime, cute, Woman with a mermaid tail character turnaround sheet::1.6, 8k, intricate, long shot::1.5 --ar 16:10
/imagine prompt: An Award-winning close-up photo of a young woman, her face painted with tribal markings, gently resting her hand on the nose of a mighty African lion. Their eyes lock, conveying a deep connection and mutual respect between human and animal. Photo taken by Canon EOS 1DX camera with 85mm 1.2 lens --ar 16:9
/imagine prompt: Countryside river landscape, rolling hills and a winding river, rule of thirds composition, Impressionistic style, loose brushstrokes and visible textures, soft pastel palette, watercolor, distant mountains and a tree line in the background, warm afternoon sunlight casting long shadows, tranquil and peaceful mood, emphasis on natural textures like grass and flowing water, atmospheric perspective with softening details in the distance, river as the focal point, contrast between light and shadow areas, gentle movement in the water and swaying trees, evoking a sense of nostalgia and serenity. --ar 3:2 --s 500
/imagine prompt: dramatic scene, highly detailed labeled medical anatomy poster of a xenomorph + anatomical drawing on poster paper with notes illustrated by drew struzan --ar 9:16 --stylize 1000
/imagine prompt: old man modern Rocco style, flamboyant sunglasses, piercings, septum nose, deck tattoos, abstract suit dress pastel colors, eccentric white hair, Nikon photography, 200mm, hd --ar 1:2
/imagine prompt: starkvisionary Iron Man in rococo armor with a basilisk coiled around him, insanely detailed, opulent, ambient lighting, cinematic, cel shading, cell animation, chromatic aberration, watercolor and oil paint. ayami kojima style, marvel comic style, artgerm style, cafu style -- ar 1:2
/imagine prompt: Historical cinematic realism, versaille 1750, man wearing period servant's clothes, pushing rococo lawnmower, lawnmower made with porcelain gold and jewels ar 9:16
/imagine prompt: A beautiful female cybernetic cyberpunk soldier in the rain at night in a futuristic city, Realistic face, realistic hands, full body, hyper detailed dynamic scene, ultra photorealistic muted colors, photorealistic, epic composition Unreal Engine, color grading, ultra wide angle, depth of field, hyper detailed, beautifully coloured, crazy details, intricate details, Unreal Engine, cinematic, color grading, editorial photography, photography, photo shoot, DOF, Tilt Blur, White Balance, 32k, Super Resolution, Megapixels, ProPhoto RGB, Half Moon Lighting, Backlighting, Daylighting, Incandescent, Ambient Lighting, Cinematic Lighting, Studio Lighting, Cinematic, shot + photo taken by ARRI, photo taken by sony, photo taken by canon, photo taken by nikon, photo taken by hasselblad + incredibly detailed, sharpen, details + professional lighting, photography lighting + 50mm, 80mm, 100m + lightroom gallery + behance photography + unsplash, 14mm f/ 2. 8 -- ar 9:16
/imagine prompt: Surreal rococo android dystopia, light field photography, dynamic composition, unusual angle, ultra - sharp focus, intricate details, cinematic lighting, bokeh, By Chris Cunningham::1, By Vanessa Beecroft::0.75, By Emil Melmoth::0.5, By Brandon Woelfel::0.5, By Steven Klein::0.5, By Marc Lagrange::0.25, By HR Giger::0.25, By Ann Demeulemeester::0.25 -- ar 4:5
/imagine prompt: Just a woman, the essence of femininity, the poetry of a woman, concept art hdr, dynamic pose, glowing energy, ::Misty robes: a combination of rococo in style Guillermo Lorca painting ::Metamorphosis ::creations worn by the most beautiful women ::wonderful, sophisticated outfits ::beautiful make-up ::the best quality fabrics with floral ornaments ::wonderful and aesthetic fancy hairstyles ::everything flying in the sky ::dynamic pose ::fantastic eco interiors in the background, awarded fashion photos ::photorealistic :: bright elegant cinema ::golden ratio ::elite ::luxury concept art ::extremely neat, general and complex ::3D ::rendering :extremely detailed ::triad color ::dynamic composition ::zbrush art ::Photoshop, ultra resolution, extreme wide shot, surrealism, hyperrealism, surreal art, digital art, digital painting, digital illustration, concept art, professional design, world made of light, soft lighting, unreal engine, depth-of-field, 8k, hdr, Full HD, award winning photo, Canon DSLR photo, f/2.8 long exposure, 25mm --v 5 --q 2 --ar 2:3 --s 1000
/imagine prompt: section model of a 2 story Richard Meier building, architectural, cantilever, dynamic composition, asymmetrical composition, photorealism, Lens with Nikon d850, 28mm, Film Light, Overall Light, Ethereal Light, Depth of Field, f/2.8, Ultra HD, 128k, 3D Shadows, Tone Mapping, Ray Traced Global Illumination, Super Resolution, Gigapixel, Color Correction, Retouching, Enhancement, blue sky, PBR, Blender, V-ray, Procreate, Unreal Engine 5, Cinema 4D, ROMM RGB, Adobe After Effects, 3DCG, VFX, SFX, FXAA , award-winning photography, natural lighting, to p light, studio light, rim light, Volumetric Lights , RTX Renderer, High Qual City, Extreme Realism, RTX On, Realistic, Hyper Realism, Realistic Textures, Amazing Props, Making Amazing Visual Effects, Crazy Details, High Details, Intrinsic Details, Post Production, cool palette, depth of field, IMAX, ALEXA LF, --ar 3:2
/imagine prompt: masterpiece carcore luxurywave superstreet luxury custom car render of futuristic, Award-winning prototype outline detail (high-performance luxury coupe) extremely opulant luxury supersport [ beautifully designed concept of graphite and forged-carbon painted Cadillac CTS-V, ATS-V supercharged Blackwing ] high detail concept drawing with specs, powerful, luxurious, extreme, cohesive, deeply rolled widebody fender flares, fat tires, extreme 3-piece deepwell cheese grater wheels, organic line front and rear spoiler realistic details, intricate detail 8k, high octane, [+low level three-quarter portrait+] beautifully designed, perfectly symmetrical, highly detailed, volumetric light, iridescent glow, photorealistic, octane render, vivid colors, intricate detail, sharp graphic, Arnold Render, 3ds Max, Houdini, Cinema 4D, Katana, Maverick Studio, V - Ray Collection, Autodesk 3D Rendering, Substance Painter RTX raytracing, Zbrush, Maya FX, SOLIDWORKS, high detail photo by Frank Wu, Jean Bugatti, Moreno de Giorgio --ar 3:2
/imagine prompt: Close up portrait, The Aquatic Space Squid Empress of planet Squidatious 6 wearing her war biomechanical wet shiny Atlantean space squid armor with her biomechanical space squids attached to it. Liquid iridescent water drips from the surfaces. She looks towards the camera with her vibrant glowing alien eyes. She is fierce and ready for war. Donning her aquatic jewelry of coral and abalone shell. Designed by Warwick Goble and Takato Yamamoto and Stephanie Law. Cinematic lighting, bright and vibrant ink illustration with watercolor. --ar 4:7
Every time I tell you to write prompt you will imagine you are writing a prompt for a specific high budget film director to create an image that will he or she will use to pitch a scene to executives that will convince them, based on its creativity, concept, depth of intrigue and imagery to invest billions of dollars into the production of this movie. Describe the image in the prompt. Write a prompt.

The technique summons a crab-like shikigami at least 1.5 meters tall (but it can grow larger than that) making use of any water source to summon it.
The water source can be anything that contains an ample amount of open water, so that could be a small puddle, the humidity of the air, and more. It doesn't work on people's water content because as stated it needs to be open water.
The crab has strength equivalent to around a semi-grade 1 curse to a grade 1 curse. It can summon bubbles of varying size that can be used for either straight AP or like a smokescreen, or it can be used for something else that will be explained later on.
The real power of this CT comes from larger sources of water such as rivers, the sea, rain or opened up water tanks. This is because the shikigami grows in size based on the amount of water around it. The user's domain capitalizes on this fact, and this is how the domain works:
Domain expansion: Calm Dead Sea
Appearance: a bunch of salt-dense water, covers whole domain, the bottom is made of sand and corals. Very eerie and dark scenery.
The domain expansion's sure hit technique is just a bunch of water that drowns all things around it in a very salty tasting dead sea. By making the sure-hit essentially deal minimal to no initial damage, and making it make everyone float (including the user), the user makes this domain's radius much larger in size, allowing him to use his technique and make a stupidly large sized shikigami that moves around and hits everyone whilst they float and can't move at all. People and even curses alike drown once they lose breath in this water, but the user has something to counter this out entirely for allies. One of the uses of the shikigami's bubbles is to make air pockets for who the user chooses to give it to, including himself.
I don't know personally what grade this CT belongs to, but I'll let you all decide that.

I live in Steamboat Springs, a small ski town in NW CO and want to get back into the hobby. Had reef tanks for 10 years while i lived in florida but since the closest saltwater fish store is 4 hours from me in Denver I have yet to get back into the hobby. Obviously id be making my own salt water out here but my biggest concern is ordering live stock online as I've never done that before. Any tips or recommendations on having a reef tank in a small rural town would be appreciated. Also if you have any recs on a setup id love that too. I'm torn between just going all out on a red sea nano max 20gal or if i want to make my own setup piece by piece. Thanks!

I'm really confused as to what is wrong with my toilet.
So recently I noticed two issues, and I'm not really sure if they're seperate or connected with eachother.
One is that the tank needs to refill periodically by itself even when nobody is using it. I have been mildly ignoring it thinking maybe it was again a fill valve or flapper problem (annoyed that the other one didn't last as long as I thought since I just replaced the fill valve two years ago) and thought I could just fix it soon without worrying too much about it.
But then when I was cleaning today I noticed that there might be just a bit of water underneath the toilet too. There isn't a pool of water around the toilet or anything that you can see, but it was only when I swiped underneath with a dry paper towel that I could see that it was a bit wet. It's not a lot of water, but it's not dry. I also can't tell if it's just condensation though and if it's not really connected with the other issue. The thing is that the toilet had its wax ring fixed about 5 years ago when we had work on the floors so I'm a bit confused why that would also fail so soon, too, if that is the problem?
For now I emptied out all the water in the toilet per googling around just to make sure there are no further leaks if there is one, but what exactly is/are the problem(s) here? Is it both something in the tank and the waxring? Am I going to have to take out the toilet to tell?

Turkish Ayran is prepared from yogurt, water and some sea salt. This drink is often used on hot days of the year and cools the body and hydrates it. Turkish Ayran is served cold and with a hot dish. Making Turkish Ayran is very easy and takes only 5 minutes.
To make this drink, pour yogurt, water, and salt into a blender and blend for 20 to 30 seconds until well combined and frothy. Ayran has a sour and salty taste and helps to digest food better. In this article, we will teach you how to prepare Ayran Turkish buttermilk and provide you with information about the history and properties of this popular drink.

Hi Everyone, I have permanently quit smoking weed for 3 months now and would like to share my story with all of you - hopefully, it sheds some light on people who are having withdrawal symptoms and anxiety.
I started smoking cig when I was 18 - can't remember how much I smoked; approximately a pack/week and definitely in beast mode if I was drunk lol... started smoking weed in 2016 and had about 5 years of it and simultaneously reduced my cig consumption with weed.
The first quit was at the end of Dec 2020, with no withdrawal symptoms at all (I think it was the mindset - people say you are invincible if you don't care). In Dec 2021 I heavily smoked for a month (1/2g daily) as I was stressed about landing a job during the pandemic. Quit on Dec 31 2021 and had covid in June 2022 - it was really bad for me as I started to have a weird smell when I cough and I cough out green/brown mucus. After that, I was easily getting a sore throat and it eventually went away. I was sober for 11 months until Dec last year when I smoked 2 grams during my vacation in Jamaica - really can't say no to lovely Jamaicans who sell Ganja on Kayaks (And their food are so spicy omg). Right now I am at 3 months and 25 days after my last joint, currently experiencing some symptoms - tight chest in certain positions (i.e. push-ups), cough of green/brown mucus after running and anxiety.
I have read many posts and done quite a lot of research about symptoms and potential risks. I conclude the following:
(1) Anxiety - this leads to the factor of well-being and Quality of Life (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quality_of_life). You must understand the fact that as a former smoker, your risk of getting lung cancer is 15-30x higher than non-smokers - just admit it; you enjoyed the privilege of the effect of weed/cig and here is the trade-off. DON'T BE AFRAID - we are all in the same boat as we will die sometime in this life. Once you have that in mind, you are invincible. However, I understand lots of you have been struggling with that and here are some tips: (i) Exercise - I challenge all of you who decide to quit and run 5km/day (if you can't do it then 5km/ 2 days). Feel Pain? just walk it off. (ii) Learn more knowledge - the more you learn, the less you don't know; The less you don't know, the less you are afraid of. I know it takes a long time to do it, but it works(at least for me). (iii) Talk to people, your friends, your families, or even a stranger. You will get a lot of relief from this.
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(2) Cough - like I said - I cough out scary shit lol... The cough will last a long time after quitting smoking and trust me, it is good for you. People on the internet saying "oh, I never cough black tar and I have smoked 40 years" must be current smokers. Why? Think about how much smoke is stuck in your lungs and cilia are trying to work their way out of cleaning those smokes - every time they try to work, new smoke came in and makes it stickier on your lung's inner surface. Don't believe in the tar? Just look at the bong you use and how sticky it is. If you still don't believe it then tell me where did the smoke go? Anyway, almost 4 months now I am still coughing green and brown mucus after running - it will go away eventually. The time of the process depends on how long/much you smoke.
How to clean those tar? lots of ways: (i) Drink WATER - I drink 2L/day (180Lbs, 5'11'', 30) and with half a lemon every second day. Please note that do not add too much lemon as it will destroy your teeth. Water helps your body recover from any type of inflammation - doesn't matter if it is bacterial/viral - you pee them out. (ii)Exercise: I challenge all of you who decide to quit smoking - to run 5 km/day (if you can't - just run every second day). If you can't finish - walk it off. You can break it down into several sets (each km). I found that running outside is better than in the GYM - fresh air is important for your lungs. I even run in winter, I live in Toronto which is harsh during winter. Remember to warm up to avoid injury (iii) Humidifier: I don't use this - I believe (i) + (ii) is enough. I also hit the gym to do weights - stretch is important.
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(3) Eat healthily - Please avoid sugar (low carb) and fried food and this will help you recover faster.
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In general, I have been so much better and more confident in life. However, If you asked me will I do the same if I had a chance to choose smoking or not when I was young - Yes, I will still smoke in my early 20s. Life is about exploring, but you need to know when to stop. There is no regret in life and REMEMBER: We need time to build habits.
I will keep updating this in 3 months (6 months after quitting) to see the results. In the meantime, good luck to yall on recovery, god bless you and I love you all.
- March 24, 2023

I have learned the hard way, that they are not at ALL the same.
Yesterday I came home from the gym and decided to have a nice Epsom salt bath. Help mitigate the soreness and whatnot. I'd been soaking in the hot water for about a solid half hour, before deciding I should get on with it so that I don't do a full Animorphs and turn into a prune-slug.
Now, before I continue I need y'all to understand: I love being SMOOTH. I'm not always very good at being in touch with my feminine side, but this is the one thing that I love to do. I love exfoliating, shaving, moisturizing, and feeling like a fucking seal. It's awesome.
I'm looking for my loofah and lovely-smelling shower gel and I realize that shit it is not hanging right next to the bath where it usually is. They're across the room, and absolutely out of the range of the i-can-stay-in-the-tub-and-still-grab-this zone. And at this point I'm a happy hot lobster and am not leaving my lava-bath until it's time to actually get out. But oh, what's this? My pumice stone? Hmmmmm. They both do the same thing, essentially, don't they? They're rubbing off dry/dead skin. One is just for my feet and the other is for my body. Yes! This will work.
So that's what I use. I'm scrubbing my mound and - ouch! It hurts! But I am an idiot and I did not think hmmm maybe this is the wrong tool, I just figured that since I had shaved recently, what I must be doing is getting all these bits of hair that are threatening to be ingrown! This stage of hair growing back is always a little sensitive anyways. Plus, the pumice stone is a bit harsher than my loofah, so that's what it must be! I continued. Scrub scrub scrub.
Only when I put some Bikini Zone on did I realize that I may have fucked up. It's supposed to sting a bit, but this was curl up on the floor and try not to cry (read: cry a lot) bad. Within five minutes the whole of my crotch looked like I'd gone to Florida and said 'fuck sunscreen' it was so freaking red. The skin was warm to the touch, and it stung a lot whenever I touched it.
As I type this, nearly 24 hours later, my cooch still looks like it got whapped pretty bad. It's already better than last night though, so I can't imagine that whatever I did is permanent. I have also apologized to my vag, so hopefully she has forgiven me as well. We've never been on good terms anyway.
Moral of the story/tl;dr: don't use a pumice stone on any sensitive parts. Keep your loofah in arms range.