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The Maine
2012.03.11 06:40 zyguy The Maine
A subreddit for fans of the AZ Emo band The Maine.
2019.05.22 03:16 AwwFoxes The Banout 2018, except it's 2019
The Banout 2018, except it's 2019
2016.03.06 05:07 _coyotes_ Paranormal Lockdown: a place to discuss the paranormal TV program, Paranormal Lockdown
Paranormal Lockdown, a show starring paranormal investigatiors, Nick Groff and Katrina Weidman investigating for 72 hours in some of the world's most haunted locations.
2023.06.01 21:44 StarriiBlossom Thursday April 9th, 2020
So this won’t go in order just thing I remember
I was packing my stuff away to go to my backyard for a sleep over in a tent or something
First scene, I was outside in my front yard playing games with my friends. One make Tall white skin and dark hair named “ Levi “ and another guy , I forgot his name, but all of a sudden out of the woods came these ogre like things with fins as ears and one of them knocked me out, I woke back up inside this incubator thing with water in it. Turns out I was in there for 30 mins and I stepped out naturally and my dada told me “ oh ur finally awake”
Then, I saw this lady and she told me I was a mermaid and I had to incubate for a total of 48hrs so I could be one.
So I got my stuff from my room and went to the tent. But before I went to the tent I saw the lady who claims to be my mom started driving away. I raised my hand up to stop her and she came back to tell me everything at one point she said “ little ceased splendido”
I asked her if I needed the conductor with the incubator and she said I should be fine
I went In The tent to see another incubator and I was like oh it’s Levi
So I went to set up mine. But I couldn’t get in since it was to small or something
So Levi came out of his incubator and told me everything , that he’s my protector or something and he’s a merman and he can help me make it bigger and more spacious.
He helped me for showed me how to do it and put it together.
\ there was like one of those somewhat romantic but friendly montages**
But we ended up going to sleep smiling inside our incubators
Inside there were blue lights and white and some black color for paint.-
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2023.06.01 21:43 Khalkotauro Black And White Border Around My Screen
As the title suggests, Opera (and only Opera) has a black and white border around the program, I've tried Compatibility Mode (it's currently turned off) and Administrator Mode (made it worse, every time I click a link in an outside application, it'll pop up Opera's launch notification, close it, then open a tab). At one point the black border was white, but then an update changed that but didn't actually fix the problem of shrinking everything by 5 pixels
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2023.06.01 21:43 lesbiyond 256gb Galaxy S10e or 128gb Galaxy S10
Had my S10e (6gb) for 4 years. My mom got the S10 at the same time, so I know both phones.
Greatest phones, and I have a strong bias for the S10e: incomparably small, all my basic desires in a smartphone, and after 4 years, the battery and performance were still quality.
Only problem was it couldn't last being run over a 30 times on a 45mph road /s
Phone still seems to works (charge, connect to laptop, receive notifications), and the back/camera were unscathed due to case, but the screen is unusable.
When I can afford it (a month or so), I will eventually move on to a Sony Xperia.
In the meantime, I need a phone. I can afford a S10e, or a S10.
S10e and S10 are the same price. $180
S10e (White) is 256gb/8gb with Snapdragon
S10 (Black) is 128gb/8gb with Snapdragon
S10e pros:
Shorter (142.2mm vs 149.9mm)
Barely skinnier (69.9mm vs 70.4mm)
Barely lighter (150g vs 157g)
Flat screen (Last curved display [S8?] was fine, but it cracked, and I have no use for the edge functions)
Considerably smaller display (82.8 cm^2 vs 93.2 cm^2)
2x storage (256gb vs 128gb) (*Storage is expandable in both S10 and S10e)
Non-Ultrasonic fingerprint, on power button (Bloatware for me; I touch the power button less than I do my screen)
No heartrate/ SPO2 monitors (Bloatware for me)
Better battery life ***in 128gb/6b S10e (83h vs 79h)
Considerably better GFXBench ES 3.1 FPS test ***in 128gb/6gb S10e (40fps vs 21fps) (even better in 8gb?)
Overall better audio quality (-92.9db noise, -89.4db crosstalk vs -92.2db noise, -92.7db crosstalk)
S10 pros:
Barely thinner (7.8mm vs 7.9mm)
Better minimum display res (1440p vs 1080p)
Considerably better display res (1440p x 3040p vs 1080p x 2280p)
Better screen-to-body ratio (88.3% vs 82.8%)
Considerably better display PPI (550ppi vs 438ppi)
Stronger Glass front (GG 6 vs GG 5)
Stronger Protection (Corning GG 6 vs corning GG 5)
Additional camera (a telephoto, which I will rarely use, but like the option)
Better Battery (3400mAh vs 3100mAh) (actual battery life is worse though)
Barely better GeekBench V4.4 performance test *** against 128gb/6gb S10e (10174 vs 10081)
Overall louder audio output test: (82db voice/74db noise/ 85db ring vs 71db voice/76db noise/ 80db ring)
Better resale (based on trade in values, Amazon total sales, Amazon total reviews, and the fact that the S10e is not the base trim [256gb], whereas the S10 is [128gb])
I use my phones for primarily for:
work (Multi rideshare apps, GPS)
School (documents [I do all schoolwork through my phone], zoom, downloading mp3s+mp4s, research [wikipedia, browser, constant google searches and quick tabs])
high quality entertainment (Spotify, YouTube podcast, tv streaming)
Social media (Instagram, reddit, mainly scrolling)
Photography (13mm-23mm primarily, view on my phone & Instagram)
I don't game on my phone (minus sudoku). I rarely take videos, and almost never take selfies.
I will only use this phone (on a network) for a month or so.
After that, ideally, I would resell the phone for at least 50% of what I paid.
However, I wouldn't mind keeping a second phone with the Xperia, for music, photography, streaming, and work. Either S10 or S10e would be ideal.
If you were in my situation, which would you choose, and why?
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2023.06.01 21:42 TrueDL_Fun 28 [M4M/MM] Dallas- Discreet black throat sub for white guys/bwc
Black throat sub here wanting a white dick to suck, swallow , and deepthroat. Orally, I'll give some of the best head, guaranteed. Just wanting to drop to my knees for dl, curious, discreet white guys who need to be drained. Clean and disease free. Hosting in N. Dallas/Lake Highlands area or can travel.
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2023.06.01 21:41 Relevant_Distance412 [WTS] Black MAWL C1+ and Black Ops-core Fast SF Ballistic
Timestamp:
https://imgur.com/a/oXLnylN Hi all, Looking to buy a watch and need to let some stuff go. All of these are in like new condition, safe queens. Let me know if you need anymore pics and PM with questions. All prices are shipped UPS and PP G&S
Black MAWL C1+ (2020) $2500 Black Ops-core Fast SF (LG) + IR beacon, Surefire Iwhite light, fabric helmet cover, NVG counterweight, soft case and travel case - $1350. AMPs and AMP mounts have been sold.
Open to reasonable offers.
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2023.06.01 21:41 lesbiyond 256gb Galaxy S10e vs 128gb Galaxy S10
Had my S10e (6gb) for 4 years. My mom got the S10 at the same time, so I know both phones.
Greatest phones, and I have a strong bias for the S10e: incomparably small, all my basic desires in a smartphone, and after 4 years, the battery and performance were still quality.
Only problem was it couldn't last being run over a 30 times on a 45mph road /s
Phone still seems to works (charge, connect to laptop, receive notifications), and the back/camera were unscathed due to case, but the screen is unusable.
When I can afford it (a month or so), I will eventually move on to a Sony Xperia.
In the meantime, I need a phone. I can afford a S10e, or a S10.
S10e and S10 are the same price. $180
S10e (White) is 256gb/8gb with Snapdragon
S10 (Black) is 128gb/8gb with Snapdragon
S10e pros:
Shorter (142.2mm vs 149.9mm)
Barely skinnier (69.9mm vs 70.4mm)
Barely lighter (150g vs 157g)
Flat screen (Last curved display [S8?] was fine, but it cracked, and I have no use for the edge functions)
Considerably smaller display (82.8 cm^2 vs 93.2 cm^2)
2x storage (256gb vs 128gb) (*Storage is expandable in both S10 and S10e)
Non-Ultrasonic fingerprint, on power button (Bloatware for me; I touch the power button less than I do my screen)
No heartrate/ SPO2 monitors (Bloatware for me)
Better battery life ***in 128gb/6b S10e (83h vs 79h)
Considerably better GFXBench ES 3.1 FPS test ***in 128gb/6gb S10e (40fps vs 21fps) (even better in 8gb?)
Overall better audio quality (-92.9db noise, -89.4db crosstalk vs -92.2db noise, -92.7db crosstalk)
S10 pros:
Barely thinner (7.8mm vs 7.9mm)
Better minimum display res (1440p vs 1080p)
Considerably better display res (1440p x 3040p vs 1080p x 2280p)
Better screen-to-body ratio (88.3% vs 82.8%)
Considerably better display PPI (550ppi vs 438ppi)
Stronger Glass front (GG 6 vs GG 5)
Stronger Protection (Corning GG 6 vs corning GG 5)
Additional camera (a telephoto, which I will rarely use, but like the option)
Better Battery (3400mAh vs 3100mAh) (actual battery life is worse though)
Barely better GeekBench V4.4 performance test *** against 128gb/6gb S10e (10174 vs 10081)
Overall louder audio output test: (82db voice/74db noise/ 85db ring vs 71db voice/76db noise/ 80db ring)
Better resale (based on trade in values, Amazon total sales, Amazon total reviews, and the fact that the S10e is not the base trim [256gb], whereas the S10 is [128gb])
I use my phones for primarily for:
work (Multi rideshare apps, GPS)
School (documents [I do all schoolwork through my phone], zoom, downloading mp3s+mp4s, research [wikipedia, browser, constant google searches and quick tabs])
high quality entertainment (Spotify, YouTube podcast, tv streaming)
Social media (Instagram, reddit, mainly scrolling)
Photography (13mm-23mm primarily, view on my phone & Instagram)
I don't game on my phone (minus sudoku). I rarely take videos, and almost never take selfies.
I will only use this phone (on a network) for a month or so.
After that, ideally, I would resell the phone for at least 50% of what I paid.
However, I wouldn't mind keeping a second phone with the Xperia, for music, photography, streaming, and work. Either S10 or S10e would be ideal.
If you were in my situation, which would you choose, and why?
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2023.06.01 21:40 Dev4f [US-FL][H] Ai03 Vega e-white, gmmk pro, bakeneko65, GMK maestro, Gateron Yellows, Deskpads, etc. [W] PayPal
Timestamprepost of listing from the weekend, overview timestamp is current.Hello MM,I was running a keyboard building service and currently dont have the time to keep it up, so I am selling what stock I have left!MINIMUM $50 TOTAL OR YOU PAY SHIPPING!CONUS Only. Please comment before PM, chats will be ignored.
ai03 Vega e-white | built once for a youtube video | $415 obo |
bakeneko65 | got from a MM deal, never used | $120 obo Pending |
GMMK Pro | -Polycarbonate plate, extra alu plate, gold knob | $120 obo |
Onmitype Deskpads | Periwinkle BNIB, Ocean BNIB, Rose (opened and used once for video) | $15 |
GMK Maestro keycaps | - mounted once for youtube video | $150 |
Gateron Yellow PRO | BNIB, 70 ct (2x 35ct sets) | $25 |
DUROCK V2 Stab | - smokey screw-in stabs, (2u x4, 6.25u x1) BNIB | $10 |
TX Stabilizer Set | - Black, WK(6.25u) / 1.6mm PCB | $10 |
Beginner Keyboard Tool Set | includes paintbrush, tweezer, stem holder, and switch puller | $5 |
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2023.06.01 21:40 Xzenergy Cube [Chapter 4]
Sleep was a respite only in the way it separated the past from the new. A fresh start each day meant something different. You had survived and were still providing, still waking up everyday, optical lens’ able to catch the light of whatever star you labored underneath.
Gareth knew something was being lost. A call from the chambers of his sleeping physical brain, the hidden gods and their infinite creativity caged behind a synthetic wash of sedatives, used to keep the outer realms of consciousness at bay.
He was thinking of lost dreams, trying to remember the night terrors he had as an adolescent, shrieking to the dark wind at something he now couldn’t picture.
“Are you hearing me? They want you to absorb thirty-five percent of losses, covering just the gloves alone. What the fuck were you thinking Gareth?” Eris tapped elegant mechanical hands folded upon the jet black steel table between them.
Gareth looked up, “I was thinking about the narrative. I was trying to find the time.”
“Oh bullshit,” Eris scoffed, “Triarch will be coming through those doors in twelve minutes and thirty-seven seconds, they left me unbriefed.”
Gareth’s glove was still as he sat and tried to ignore Eris. If they wanted him off the restoration sector, then fine. By all means. He would be happy to operate anywhere else. Even containment and corrections were beginning to look bright.
Silence descended between them as they waited for their superiors to arrive, worry twisting their stomachs. Eris was tapping a weathered spot on the back of his right hand, something he always did when he was nervous. Gareth had worked with him for over a century and it was a habit that had never changed. The sound resonated with some part of his stimulant addled brain.
“What was in it, anyways?” Eris finally asked.
Gareth shook his head, “I don’t know, it’s sitting in my laboratory. Mostly data from the airbase we’re passing over.”
Gareth wondered if the LIDAR scans had been completed. There was also the secured safe, which was sitting in his lab. Awaiting his dissection.
Eris shook his head and huffed, “so all this for pretty much–nothing? Fantastic.”
The entrance chimed and Eris stood to attention as a team of deadly looking security gloves guided a smaller administration official into the wide, low chamber.
The one called the Triarch.
The security team dispersed to the corners and entrances of the room and the affluent looking Triarch took his seat. The glove he wore was refined and set him apart from the others, just as it was intended to do. Hand pitted copper inlays and traces of gold glinted in the low lighting of the meeting chamber.
“Eris, please.” Triarch motioned towards the middle edge of the table, where a seat had already manifested from the floor.
“Of course, thank you.” Eris sat, the small nervous tapping of his hand just under the awareness of the rest.
Triarch’s optics focused on Gareth, “this isn’t the first time we’ve met.”
“It is not.” Gareth replied.
“I believe our last meeting was in regards to workplace safety. It feels as if we’re repeating ourselves. Eating our own tail.” Triarch placed both hands flat on top of the table.
“The added layer of chemical security was unexpected, the first time I’ve ever encountered such a modification. Tetrahyrdolytic-M88, a substance used in arc fusion reactors to keep the inside of the reactor free from molecular impurities. This is the first time I’ve seen it used outside of its intended application, if I’m to be honest.”
Triarch’s head twitched to the side, “this is something that would have been discovered, had the proper safety protocols been followed.”
Gareth had no reply. It was unambiguous, he was right as right could be. If they had tapped the outer seal, it would have registered and they could have proceeded in a different manner. Trigam’s way.
A safer way.
“You’ve been behaving as if our resources are infinite,” Triarch began, spreading his hands, “thirteen engineers, the cost of refacing and repairing the research bay, and the resignation of another one of your assistants. All for some comparable data. Where does it end?”
Gareth looked up, meeting Triarch’s opticals, “research requires sacrifice. The advances towards the narrative demand risks and I feel I’ve uncovered a relevant datagem from the airfield we are currently moving through.”
Triarch shook their head, “there are few datagems in our work worth the cost of the damage done today. The war here has already been lost, Yok Theron doesn’t care for the corpuscant he leaves behind. We are in a war, Gareth, that’s the reason we’re out here. To rebuild that which was lost, because we can’t afford to lose more. You’ve been through a lot of gloves, but younger inexperienced workers don’t have the same luxury. There’s a psychological impact, as well as monetary.”
Gareth conceded, “you’re right. I understand, my lack of discipline has been bothering me lately. Eris has given me direction and I will seek further counsel.”
The many lenses on Triarch’s face seemed to focus, “see that it’s done, archeotech. Your debt to the guard is beginning to cast a shadow.”
Triarch stood without warning and collapsed into the middle of his security, as they folded out of the dark door and were out of sight and mind. All meetings were like this, simple and as fast as possible.
“God almighty-,” Eris gasped.
Gareth sat, motionless.
Eris moved from the side of the table to the seat across, as he had been sitting before, “are you in this room? Did you hear what he just said?”
“I’m at the end of my rod, I heard him.”
Eris folded his hands, screeching metal sounding, “as your liaison, I need you to listen to me very carefully, Gareth. You need to focus, for fuck’s sake. Please, I beg of you.”
Gareth glanced down at the orange plastic covering his arms, sleek and dense. He could feel the anger flush through him, his actual skin rippling with heat and potential. So far away, but instant all the same.
“Leave me to my work, I’ll stay down. I promise.”
“Stay in your lab, at least for the next forty-eight hours. As soon as things calm, we can re-task and discuss where we’re at. Does that sound simple and doable, at all, to you?” Eris stood.
“Simple, totally doable.”
“Thank you-,” Eris moved to leave the meeting chamber, walking as if he were surrounded by broken glass, “I’ll catch back up with you in two days.”
Eris turned and exited the opposite door, a wave of air rushing out and away as it whooshed closed.
Gareth sat there for a while, unmoving. There was a small silver fleck of imperfection on the surface of the table and he was focused on it, his mind far away in a place where the pressures of life fell away like a cocoon, the blossom of worry and pain distant and stale.
“Sample D-1 seated and currently awaiting instruction.” Rube’s voice ripped him from the depths he was falling into.
“Initial analyses?” Gareth asked, standing and leaving the dim chamber.
“Grade composition of container: Pb, heavy lead shielding. Weight: 77kg-”.
“Please move the test article to hazard bay 443, I’ll be up shortly.”
Gareth walked through the massive inner structure of the Cube, making his way towards the MOL-44 printers. There would be a printer in the back left, just finishing a small ceramic urn full of ashes. He plucked the perfect white urn from the printing plate and left the upper sectors, making his way down to the bottom of the Cube.
It took two levicors and a small escalating platform, the journey to the usual outer seal he used was long and winding, taking him through the inner bays in a zig-zag pattern. The more random his habits, the more control he felt over his life. When everything was synchronized, unplanned deviation gave a sort of rush. A rush that washed away the sour taste of the meeting he had just sat through.
“Your debts are beginning to cast a shadow.”
Shadows were the result of light and he felt no brightness within. It was all darkness, no definition any longer to navigate.
Focus on the narrative, he thought to himself.
The pain he endured paled in comparison to what these people must have experienced in their final days or hours. The sky ablaze, nuclear death raining down, more bodies than flies. Oceans boiled, the atmosphere sheared off.
The echoes of his wails were nothing against the hurricane.
Gareth had finally reached the bottom level and could see the outer access door still a ways away, lit by a blue runner from above. He glanced down at the small ivory urn, making sure it was still intact. When he looked back up, there was someone standing in front of him, silhouetted in the dark.
Trigam’s voice called out through the cloud, “what do you do out there?”
He was a couple meters away, optics glinting in the low blue light.
Gareth stopped, his heart rate spiking, “what are you doing down here?”
Trigam spread his dark metallic hands and sauntered forward, “making sure you don’t wander off and have an accident. What else?”
Gareth tried to ping Rube, but his local gateway was blocked.
“What’s so important outside, that you would throw away a MK-V research glove? Like it’s scrap.”
Gareth started backing up and bumped into a solid plate of metal. He had walked past two gloves pressed against the walls like waiting vipers uncoiled, both wearing Atlas exoframes normally used in mining and heavy labor. They grabbed him by his arms and legs and raised him up, so that his feet were just off the floor. The sound of squealing and crunching metal and plastic echoed down the dark walkway.
“c15,000, c20,000? What is it? It’s more than MK-III engineers, I know that much.”
Gareth strained against the hold he was in, his small white urn shattering under the struggle. Ash and ceramic shards fell to the floor unnoticed.
“So what is it? Why do you walk out there?” Trigam asked, the angular build of his glove’s face inches away from Gareth’s.
Trigam didn’t allow him to answer, instead he rammed a charged copper spike into the side of Gareth’s neural controller, just inside his breastplate, sending waves of pressurized spasms through his glove and into his body, back in the seed tank billions of miles away. Gareth screamed, but his agony was scattered by the network jammer currently enveloping the small group.
“Everyone said you were brilliant, eccentric. Working with you was something like rediscovering yourself,” Trigam laughed, “I was your slave for eight months and now I’m considering joining Yok.”
Trigam depressed a small switch and the pain spike went dead.
Gareth gasped for air through the feeling of being unwinded, his head spinning and his rage turned ashen and to despair.
“We can’t afford our own debt and we won’t take on yours.”
A short silence fell between them, before Gareth’s legs and right arm were pulled and ripped away from his body. Sparks and caustic hydraulic fluid sprayed in a wide arc, covering the shifting metal of the interior walls.
“Loss is part of the process,” Gareth sighed, “but I wouldn’t expect you to understand that. You never were very good at understanding that.”
Trigam smeared the clear oil along Gareth’s cheek, “you would be the expert of loss as well. Your bitch died and now you try to follow her, but Aetherguard will never let you die. You’re too special to them.”
The Atlas exosuits chomped down into the floor as the two holding Gareth started forward and hauled him towards the access door.
“It’s ten hours until sunrise, I hope you enjoy the little bit of leisure time we’ve bought you.” Trigam said, the access door whooshing open next to him and revealing the pitch dark howling night.
Gareth was tossed, like a dead battery, out into the ivory sand, tumbling end over end as he fell thirteen meters to the ground. The impact jittered his sensor core and his optics began an automatic reset, showing him the massive shifting wall of the Cube upon coming back online. He would give anything to close his eyes, but the pitch black was as close as he would get.
Every actuating joint and stabilizing core was damaged in the assault and now his entire glove vibrated in a kind of mechanical desynchronization. He hoped it would shake itself to pieces before he had to wait the agonizing hours for the star to rise over Kine’s horizon and cook him. The sooner he could get back and report this to Eris, the better his rage would be soothed.
Or so he hoped.
He still had slight control of the right arm they had left him and so he used it to push himself onto his back, face up and exposed to the sky above. His infrared lens gave the cosmos an ethereal shade, so much more to witness when looking outside the normal range. The sight of it all turned his awe to bitterness and guilt at the reminder of the casting away of his physical flesh. Not so much a loss, but a disconnection, controlled and bound by the numbers sworn fealty to as a neophyte. The end result was a sight so magnificent and so replicated it morphed into remorse.
“Rube?”
No answer came, they had damaged his communication module as well it seemed. He was on his own in the desert. He could already see the small search drones, their thermals scanning the glowing sand, looking for an imperfection in a backdrop of white.
When he looked down, the sand tinkled and blazed with the same astigmatism as in the small desk art piece, in Eris’ office. He looked and realized the sand wasn’t crushed silicate, but tiny individual diatomaceous shells, heaped by the trillions. He magnified and marveled at the radiating mass grave of microscopic animals. There was something about this last rape in the environmental brief, but the fact seemed to have slipped away, lost in a trillion other details of calamity.
North was a ridgeline rising out of the dunes, he could try to climb that and then throw himself off when he reached a sufficient height. Perhaps he could cut a few hours off of the current timeline, get back to the Cube and wring necks. The plastics and soft materials of his glove had all already sloughed off, leaving him a mechanical shell crawling across the wasteland, one arm dragging himself along.
Perhaps this was what it felt like, a fraction of the narrative’s suffering.
His neural core was pulsing, the flash of agony on the back of his subconscious reminding him he could feel at all.
He knew it would only be a fraction of what Trigam and his thugs would endure.
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2023.06.01 21:33 sl4mjam Need help after starting new job
Hey yall
Just started a new job at the top tech company in my country. Ive never really cared about my clothes and just kinda wore whatever i had in my closet that sorta worked together without giving it too much thought (lots of hand me downs). I can finally afford to get new clothes but I dont want an insanely large amount because id rather not give my clothing too much thought. I prefer minimalism and plain colors, and keeping it for the summer for now.
For context, im a 21 year old male. I'm 5'8, fairly lean but fairly muscular as well. I dont want super tight clothing because i feel its douchey, but i like good fits that hug my shoulders and chest well but loose around the stomach area.
I have a fairly big budget, so no holds bar but id rather keep the number of items low.
So far on my list:
Stan Smith Sneakers (white) Black Air Force 1s
Tan Chinos Olive shorts Grey shorts 1 solid pair of jeans
Black Tshirt White Tshirt Oversized Salmon Tshirt Striped polo Light blue shirt
Any recommendations?
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2023.06.01 21:33 Belaerim Painting the flames/exhaust of the Jumping Mechs and Elementals?
I'm looking at some of the jumping mechs I've gotten (Highlander & Crusader) and of course the Elemental Star pack, and I'm wondering if anyone has any tips or finished mechs to show how they painted the flames/exhaust?
- For the mechs, because the exhaust plume is detachable, I'm assuming that painting the mech and exhaust separately before assembly would be easiest.
- Are people glueing/pinning the whole assembly together, or keeping the components separate so you can swap back and forth between standing and jumping? (I'm inclined to just do a final assembly with the jump jets, because it looks cool. And then I can use the Urbie footrest from the Highlander as a token for the map)
- White-Orange-Red for the flames from the nozzle outwards, shifting to grey/black for the exhaust? Or do the whole plume as flame (I mean, it is lifting the very aerodynamic Highlander, lol)
Any help, tips or examples would be greatly appreciated. The Jump mechs are cool and rare, and the Highlander is my favourite 2750 mech, so I don't want to mess it up
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2023.06.01 21:32 Stoic_Cucumber How do I create 2d black and white stick and line animations? (Examples inside)
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2023.06.01 21:31 anderssolmor Rule book on Kindle/eReader is it readable and usable in game?
I play Frostgrave. Thinking of getting into Stargrave. Anyone have the rules on their black and white kindle? Does it format well and look nice? I see the sample pages on Amazon show lots of color pictures. I’ll buy the hard bound book eventually for guests / bookshelf flair but what do you folks think about the rules on kindle? Pictures / tables etc.
To be abundantly clear, I’m not looking for a bootleg. I’m going to buy it through Amazon.
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2023.06.01 21:31 WantToLearnDutch I (27M) Don’t Want To Be Around GF’s(26F) Black Friends. What To Do?
So I’ve been with my gf for 11 months and we just recently moved in together a few months back. We’re an interracial couple,(I’m white,shes black). Things have been going great between us. There has been no issues almost at all as we are both pretty low maintenance and have similar personalities.
The only problem is I DETEST her main friend group. She’s with them almost weekly and they are some of the loudest, annoying, ignorant people I’ve met. They always say stuff that’s super aggressive or out of pocket to eachother and of others.
My GF and I were invited to a Memorial Day BBQ and I didn’t want to go because it was going to be that whole friend group. I said I’d rather stay home and she got upset with me. When I explained how I don’t like her friends she said that’s just how black people act and what I said sounds racist. She was upset and I ended up going but I was miserable the whole time.
Now I feel like I can’t avoid being around them ever or it’ll be like some weird admittance to racism. How should I handle this.?
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2023.06.01 21:31 Clay_Bricks Every retiring LEGO set (June 2023 update)
Another month, another retirement update! A lot of sets changed dates this month, and even more new sets got added! Which reminds me, I'm considering making a
/legoleak Discord server in order to expand more on leaks, answer questions, and provide daily retirement updates. If there's interest in that, I'll work on having it done before the next list!
As always, we owe a massive thanks to
ZombieYeti from the
BrickHound Discord for providing this valuable data. If you're looking for real-time in-stock/deal alerts for Lego.com and other sites, make sure to check out his server:
https://discord.gg/BwezK2t5qf This information is scraped directly from Lego's website, and all dates are subject to change.
ZombieYeti is currently developing a website to host this data and offer real-time updates. In the meantime, here is a list of every set and their corresponding retirement date as per LEGO's system!
FULL LIST ON GOOGLE SHEETS HERE <-- If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask. Due to Reddit's character limits, we can't include everything here, but the full spreadsheet contains every set.
CHANGES IN JUNE: Theme | Set # | Set Name | Old Date | New Date | Change |
Avatar | 75577 | Mako Submarine | Dec 31, 2024 | Dec 31, 2023 | -1 year |
Avatar | 75578 | Metkayina Reef Home | Dec 31, 2024 | Dec 31, 2023 | -1 year |
Classic | 11020 | Build Together | Dec 31, 2024 | Dec 31, 2023 | -1 year |
Duplo | 10966 | Bath Time Fun: Floating Animal Island | Dec 31, 2024 | Dec 31, 2023 | -1 year |
City | 60388 | Gaming Tournament Truck | Dec 31, 2023 | Dec 31, 2024 | +1 year |
Creator | 31143 | Birdhouse | Dec 31, 2023 | Dec 31, 2024 | +1 year |
Friends | 41735 | Mobile Tiny House | Dec 31, 2023 | Dec 31, 2024 | +1 year |
Harry Potter | 75969 | Hogwarts Astronomy Tower | Dec 31, 2023 | Dec 31, 2024 | +1 year |
Icons | 10306 | Atari 2600 | Dec 31, 2023 | Dec 31, 2024 | +1 year |
Ideas | 21331 | Sonic the Hedgehog - Green Hill Zone | Dec 31, 2023 | Dec 31, 2024 | +1 year |
Jurassic Park / World | 76946 | Blue & Beta Velociraptor Capture | Dec 31, 2023 | Dec 31, 2024 | +1 year |
Jurassic Park / World | 76951 | Pyroraptor & Dilophosaurus Transport | Dec 31, 2023 | Dec 31, 2024 | +1 year |
Marvel | 76226 | Spider-Man Figure | Dec 31, 2023 | Dec 31, 2024 | +1 year |
Marvel | 76241 | Hulk Mech Armor | Dec 31, 2023 | Dec 31, 2024 | +1 year |
Marvel | 76243 | Rocket Mech Armor | Dec 31, 2023 | Dec 31, 2024 | +1 year |
Marvel | 76245 | Ghost Rider Mech & Bike | Dec 31, 2023 | Dec 31, 2024 | +1 year |
Marvel | 76256 | Ant-Man Construction Figure | Dec 31, 2023 | Dec 31, 2024 | +1 year |
Speed Champions | 76906 | 1970 Ferrari 512 M | Dec 31, 2023 | Dec 31, 2024 | +1 year |
Speed Champions | 76907 | Lotus Evija | Dec 31, 2023 | Dec 31, 2024 | +1 year |
Star Wars | 75333 | Obi-Wan Kenobi's Jedi Starfighter | Dec 31, 2023 | Dec 31, 2024 | +1 year |
Star Wars | 75344 | Boba Fett's Starship Microfighter | Dec 31, 2023 | Dec 31, 2024 | +1 year |
Technic | 42138 | Ford Mustang Shelby GT500 | Dec 31, 2023 | Dec 31, 2024 | +1 year |
NEW SETS ADDED: Theme | Set # | Set Name | Retirement Date |
City | 60381 | City Advent Calendar 2023 | Dec 31, 2023 |
Friends | 41758 | Friends Advent Calendar 2023 | Dec 31, 2023 |
Harry Potter | 76418 | Harry Potter Advent Calendar 2023 | Dec 31, 2023 |
Marvel | 76267 | Marvel Advent Calendar 2023 | Dec 31, 2023 |
Ninjago | 71777 | Kai's Dragon Power Flip | Dec 31, 2023 |
Ninjago | 71778 | Nya's Dragon Power Drift | Dec 31, 2023 |
Ninjago | 71779 | Lloyd's Dragon Power Spin | Dec 31, 2023 |
Star Wars | 75366 | Star Wars Advent Calendar 2023 | Dec 31, 2023 |
Batman | 30653 | Batman 1992 Polybag | Dec 31, 2024 |
Batman | 76224 | Batmobile: Batman vs. The Joker Chase | Dec 31, 2024 |
Batman | 76252 | Batcave – Shadow Box | Dec 31, 2024 |
Batman | 76264 | Batmobile Pursuit: Batman vs. The Joker (4+) | Dec 31, 2024 |
Batman | 76265 | Batwing: Batman vs. The Joker | Dec 31, 2024 |
City | 60367 | Passenger Airplane | Dec 31, 2024 |
City / 2K Drive | 60395 | Combo Race Pack | Dec 31, 2024 |
City / 2K Drive | 60396 | Modified Race Cars | Dec 31, 2024 |
City / 2K Drive | 60397 | Monster Truck Race | Dec 31, 2024 |
Creator | 31144 | Exotic Pink Parrot | Dec 31, 2024 |
DREAMZzz | 40657 | Dream Village | Dec 31, 2024 |
Friends | 41756 | Holiday Ski Slope and Café | Dec 31, 2024 |
Friends | 41760 | Igloo Holiday Adventure | Dec 31, 2024 |
Harry Potter | 76419 | Hogwarts Castle and Grounds | Dec 31, 2024 |
Harry Potter | 76421 | Dobby the House-Elf | Dec 31, 2024 |
Icons | 40634 | Icons of Play | Dec 31, 2024 |
Mario | 71422 | Picnic at Mario's House | Dec 31, 2024 |
Marvel | 76249 | Venomised Groot | Dec 31, 2024 |
Marvel | 76261 | Spider-Man Final Battle | Dec 31, 2024 |
Marvel | 76262 | Captain America's Shield | Dec 31, 2024 |
Marvel | 76263 | Iron Man Hulkbuster vs. Thanos (4+) | Dec 31, 2024 |
Marvel | 76266 | Endgame Final Battle | Dec 31, 2024 |
Minecraft | 21247 | The Axolotl House | Dec 31, 2024 |
Minecraft | 21248 | The Pumpkin Farm | Dec 31, 2024 |
Minecraft | 21249 | The Crafting Box 4.0 | Dec 31, 2024 |
Minecraft | 21250 | The Iron Golem Fortress | Dec 31, 2024 |
Ninjago | 71789 | Kai and Ras's Car and Bike Battle (4+) | Dec 31, 2024 |
Ninjago | 71790 | Imperium Dragon Hunter Hound | Dec 31, 2024 |
Ninjago | 71791 | Zane's Dragon Power Spinjitzu Race Car | Dec 31, 2024 |
Ninjago | 71792 | Sora's Transforming Mech Bike Racer | Dec 31, 2024 |
Ninjago | 71793 | Heatwave Transforming Lava Dragon | Dec 31, 2024 |
Ninjago | 71794 | Lloyd and Arin's Ninja Team Mechs | Dec 31, 2024 |
Ninjago | 71795 | Temple of the Dragon Energy Cores | Dec 31, 2024 |
Ninjago | 71796 | Elemental Dragon vs. The Empress Mech | Dec 31, 2024 |
Ninjago | 71797 | Destiny's Bounty - Race Against Time | Dec 31, 2024 |
Ninjago | 71798 | Nya and Arin's Baby Dragon Battle (4+) | Dec 31, 2024 |
Sonic | 76993 | Sonic vs. Dr. Eggman's Death Egg Robot | Dec 31, 2024 |
Star Wars | 75359 | 332nd Ahsoka's Clone Trooper Battle Pack | Dec 31, 2024 |
Star Wars | 75360 | Yoda's Jedi Starfighter | Dec 31, 2024 |
Star Wars | 75365 | Yavin 4 Rebel Base | Dec 31, 2024 |
Star Wars | 75368 | Darth Vader Mech | Dec 31, 2024 |
Star Wars | 75369 | Boba Fett Mech | Dec 31, 2024 |
Star Wars | 75370 | Stormtrooper Mech | Dec 31, 2024 |
Duplo | 10987 | Recycling Truck | Dec 31, 2025 |
Duplo | 10994 | 3-in-1 Family House | Dec 31, 2025 |
Duplo | 10997 | Camping Adventure | Dec 31, 2025 |
Ninjago | 71799 | NINJAGO City Markets | Dec 31, 2025 |
Technic | 42161 | Lamborghini Huracán Tecnica | Dec 31, 2025 |
Icons | 10323 | PAC-MAN Arcade | Dec 31, 2026 |
Technic | 42160 | Audi RS Q e-tron | Dec 31, 2026 |
SETS RETIRING IN 2023: Theme | Set # | Set Name | Retirement Date |
Classic | 11015 | Around the World | Jul 31, 2023 |
Creator | 31123 | Off-Road Buggy | Jul 31, 2023 |
Disney | 10780 | Mickey and Friends Castle Defenders | Jul 31, 2023 |
Disney | 43203 | Aurora, Merida and Tiana's Enchanted Creations | Jul 31, 2023 |
Dots | 41962 | Unicorn Creative Family Pack | Jul 31, 2023 |
Mario | 71404 | Goomba's Shoe | Jul 31, 2023 |
Mario | 71407 | Cat Peach Suit and Frozen Tower | Jul 31, 2023 |
Mario | 71409 | Big Spike's Cloudtop Challenge | Jul 31, 2023 |
Mario | 71412 | Big Bad Island | Jul 31, 2023 |
Mindstorms | 51515 | Robot Inventor | Jul 31, 2023 |
Minecraft | 21187 | The Red Barn | Jul 31, 2023 |
Ninjago | 71738 | Zane's Titan Mech Battle | Jul 31, 2023 |
Ninjago | 71754 | Water Dragon | Jul 31, 2023 |
Ninjago | 71756 | Hydro Bounty | Jul 31, 2023 |
Ninjago | 71759 | Ninja Dragon Temple (4+) | Jul 31, 2023 |
Ninjago | 71762 | Kai's Fire Dragon EVO | Jul 31, 2023 |
Ninjago | 71770 | Zane's Golden Dragon Jet | Jul 31, 2023 |
Ninjago | 71773 | Kai's Golden Dragon Raider | Jul 31, 2023 |
Technic | 42129 | 4x4 Mercedes-Benz Zetros Trial Truck | Jul 31, 2023 |
Minifigures | 71038 | LEGO® Minifigures Disney 100 | Aug 31, 2023 |
Architecture | 21054 | The White House | Dec 31, 2023 |
Art | 31203 | World Map | Dec 31, 2023 |
Art | 31205 | Jim Lee Batman Collection | Dec 31, 2023 |
Art | 31206 | The Rolling Stones | Dec 31, 2023 |
Art | 31207 | Floral Art | Dec 31, 2023 |
Avatar | 75571 | Neytiri & Thanator vs. AMP Suit Quaritch | Dec 31, 2023 |
Avatar | 75573 | Floating Mountains: Site 26 & RDA Samson | Dec 31, 2023 |
Avatar | 75577 | Mako Submarine | Dec 31, 2023 |
Avatar | 75578 | Metkayina Reef Home | Dec 31, 2023 |
Batman | 76181 | Batmobile: The Penguin Chase | Dec 31, 2023 |
Batman | 76220 | Batman versus Harley Quinn (4+) | Dec 31, 2023 |
Brickheadz | 40540 | Lion Dance Guy | Dec 31, 2023 |
Brickheadz | 40541 | Manchester United Go Brick Me | Dec 31, 2023 |
Brickheadz | 40542 | FC Barcelona Go Brick Me | Dec 31, 2023 |
Brickheadz / Avatar | 40554 | Jake Sully & his Avatar | Dec 31, 2023 |
BrickHeadz / Disney | 40377 | Donald Duck | Dec 31, 2023 |
BrickHeadz / Disney | 40378 | Goofy & Pluto | Dec 31, 2023 |
BrickHeadz / Disney | 40476 | Daisy Duck | Dec 31, 2023 |
BrickHeadz / Disney | 40477 | Scrooge McDuck, Huey, Dewey & Louie | Dec 31, 2023 |
BrickHeadz / Disney | 40550 | Chip & Dale | Dec 31, 2023 |
BrickHeadz / Disney | 40553 | Woody and Bo Peep | Dec 31, 2023 |
BrickHeadz / Disney | 40622 | Disney 100th Celebration (Oswald, Mickey, Snow White, Tinker Bell) | Dec 31, 2023 |
BrickHeadz / Harry Potter | 40495 | Harry, Hermione, Ron & Hagrid | Dec 31, 2023 |
BrickHeadz / Harry Potter | 40560 | Professors of Hogwarts | Dec 31, 2023 |
BrickHeadz / Minecraft | 40624 | Alex | Dec 31, 2023 |
BrickHeadz / Minecraft | 40625 | Llama | Dec 31, 2023 |
BrickHeadz / Minecraft | 40626 | Zombie | Dec 31, 2023 |
BrickHeadz / Star Wars | 40539 | Ahsoka Tano | Dec 31, 2023 |
BrickHeadz / Star Wars | 40623 | Battle of Endor Heroes | Dec 31, 2023 |
City | 30590 | Farm Garden & Scarecrow Polybag | Dec 31, 2023 |
City | 30638 | Police Bike Training Polybag | Dec 31, 2023 |
City | 30639 | Dog Park and Scooter Polybag | Dec 31, 2023 |
City | 41723 | Donut Shop | Dec 31, 2023 |
City | 41726 | Holiday Camping Trip | Dec 31, 2023 |
City | 60253 | Ice-Cream Truck | Dec 31, 2023 |
City | 60313 | Space Ride Amusement Truck | Dec 31, 2023 |
City | 60314 | Ice Cream Truck Police Chase | Dec 31, 2023 |
City | 60315 | Police Mobile Command Truck | Dec 31, 2023 |
City | 60317 | Police Chase at the Bank | Dec 31, 2023 |
City | 60318 | Fire Helicopter | Dec 31, 2023 |
City | 60319 | Fire Rescue & Police Chase | Dec 31, 2023 |
City | 60320 | Fire Station | Dec 31, 2023 |
City | 60321 | Fire Brigade | Dec 31, 2023 |
City | 60322 | Race Car Polybag | Dec 31, 2023 |
City | 60323 | Stunt Plane | Dec 31, 2023 |
City | 60324 | Mobile Crane | Dec 31, 2023 |
City | 60325 | Cement Mixer Truck | Dec 31, 2023 |
City | 60327 | Horse Transporter | Dec 31, 2023 |
City | 60330 | Hospital | Dec 31, 2023 |
City | 60332 | Reckless Scorpion Stunt Bike | Dec 31, 2023 |
City | 60333 | Bathtub Stunt Bike | Dec 31, 2023 |
City | 60335 | Train Station | Dec 31, 2023 |
City | 60338 | Chimpanzee Smash Stunt Loop | Dec 31, 2023 |
City | 60339 | Double Loop Stunt Arena | Dec 31, 2023 |
City | 60341 | The Knockdown Stunt Challenge | Dec 31, 2023 |
City | 60342 | The Shark Attack Stunt Challenge | Dec 31, 2023 |
City | 60343 | Rescue Helicopter Transporter | Dec 31, 2023 |
City | 60346 | Barn & Farm Animals | Dec 31, 2023 |
City | 60348 | Lunar Roving Vehicle | Dec 31, 2023 |
City | 60349 | Lunar Space Station | Dec 31, 2023 |
City | 60350 | Lunar Research Base | Dec 31, 2023 |
City | 60351 | Rocket Launch Centre | Dec 31, 2023 |
City | 60353 | Wild Animal Rescue Missions | Dec 31, 2023 |
City | 60354 | Mars Spacecraft Exploration Missions | Dec 31, 2023 |
City | 60355 | Water Police Detective Missions | Dec 31, 2023 |
City | 60356 | Bear Stunt Bike | Dec 31, 2023 |
City | 60357 | Stunt Truck & Ring of Fire Challenge | Dec 31, 2023 |
City | 60358 | Cyber Stunt Bike | Dec 31, 2023 |
City | 60359 | Dunk Stunt Ramp Challenge | Dec 31, 2023 |
City | 60360 | Spinning Stunt Challenge | Dec 31, 2023 |
City | 60361 | Ultimate Stunt Riders Challenge | Dec 31, 2023 |
City | 60371 | Emergency Vehicles HQ | Dec 31, 2023 |
City | 60381 | City Advent Calendar 2023 | Dec 31, 2023 |
City | 60382 | Vet Van Rescue | Dec 31, 2023 |
City | 60385 | Construction Digger | Dec 31, 2023 |
City | 60390 | Park Tractor | Dec 31, 2023 |
City | 60393 | 4x4 Fire Truck Rescue | Dec 31, 2023 |
City | 60394 | ATV and Otter Habitat | Dec 31, 2023 |
City | 60398 | Family House and Electric Car | Dec 31, 2023 |
Classic | 11014 | Bricks and Wheels | Dec 31, 2023 |
Classic | 11018 | Creative Ocean Fun | Dec 31, 2023 |
Classic | 11019 | Bricks and Functions | Dec 31, 2023 |
Classic | 11020 | Build Together | Dec 31, 2023 |
Classic | 11021 | 90 Years of Play | Dec 31, 2023 |
Classic | 11022 | Space Mission | Dec 31, 2023 |
Classic | 11031 | Creative Monkey Fun | Dec 31, 2023 |
Classic | 30510 | 90 Years of Cars Polybag | Dec 31, 2023 |
Creator | 30641 | Panda Bear Polybag | Dec 31, 2023 |
Creator | 30644 | Vintage Car Polybag | Dec 31, 2023 |
Creator | 31111 | Cyber Drone | Dec 31, 2023 |
Creator | 31118 | Surfer Beach House | Dec 31, 2023 |
Creator | 31127 | Street Racer | Dec 31, 2023 |
Creator | 31128 | Dolphin and Turtle | Dec 31, 2023 |
Creator | 31130 | Sunken Treasure Mission | Dec 31, 2023 |
Creator | 31131 | Downtown Noodle Shop | Dec 31, 2023 |
Creator | 31132 | Viking Ship and the Midgard Serpent | Dec 31, 2023 |
Creator | 40461 | Tulips | Dec 31, 2023 |
Creator | 40469 | Tuk Tuk | Dec 31, 2023 |
Creator | 40568 | Paris Postcard | Dec 31, 2023 |
Creator | 40646 | Daffodils | Dec 31, 2023 |
Disney | 10777 | Mickey and Minnie's Camping Trip | Dec 31, 2023 |
Disney | 30646 | Moana's Dolphin Cove Polybag | Dec 31, 2023 |
Disney | 40521 | Mini Disney The Haunted Mansion | Dec 31, 2023 |
Disney | 41168 | Elsa's Jewellery Box | Dec 31, 2023 |
Disney | 43187 | Rapunzel's Tower | Dec 31, 2023 |
Disney | 43189 | Elsa and the Nokk Storybook Adventures | Dec 31, 2023 |
Disney | 43194 | Anna and Elsa's Frozen Wonderland | Dec 31, 2023 |
Disney | 43196 | Belle and the Beast's Castle | Dec 31, 2023 |
Disney | 43197 | The Ice Castle | Dec 31, 2023 |
Disney | 43198 | Anna's Castle Courtyard | Dec 31, 2023 |
Disney | 43199 | Elsa's Castle Courtyard | Dec 31, 2023 |
Disney | 43202 | The Madrigal House | Dec 31, 2023 |
Disney | 43204 | Anna and Olaf's Castle Fun | Dec 31, 2023 |
Disney | 43207 | Ariel's Underwater Palace | Dec 31, 2023 |
Disney | 43208 | Jasmine and Mulan's Adventure | Dec 31, 2023 |
Disney | 43209 | Elsa and the Nokk's Ice Stable | Dec 31, 2023 |
Dots | 30560 | Pineapple Photo Holder & Mini Board Polybag | Dec 31, 2023 |
Dots | 41801 | My Pets Bracelet | Dec 31, 2023 |
Dots | 41802 | Unicorns Forever Bracelet | Dec 31, 2023 |
Dots | 41803 | Extra Dots series 8 | Dec 31, 2023 |
Dots | 41805 | Creative Animal Drawer | Dec 31, 2023 |
Dots | 41806 | Ultimate Party Kit | Dec 31, 2023 |
Dots | 41807 | Bracelet Designer Mega Pack | Dec 31, 2023 |
Dots | 41947 | Mickey and Friends Bracelets Mega Pack | Dec 31, 2023 |
Dots | 41948 | Cute Banana Pen Holder | Dec 31, 2023 |
Dots | 41950 | Lots of DOTS - Lettering | Dec 31, 2023 |
Dots | 41951 | Message Board | Dec 31, 2023 |
Dots | 41957 | Adhesive Patches Mega Pack | Dec 31, 2023 |
Dots | 41959 | Cute Panda Tray | Dec 31, 2023 |
Dots | 41960 | Big Box | Dec 31, 2023 |
Dots | 41961 | Designer Toolkit - Patterns | Dec 31, 2023 |
Dots / Disney | 41963 | Mickey Mouse & Minnie Mouse Stitch-on Patch | Dec 31, 2023 |
Dots / Disney | 41964 | Mickey Mouse & Minnie Mouse Back-to-School Project Box | Dec 31, 2023 |
Dots / Harry Potter | 41808 | Hogwarts Accessories Pack | Dec 31, 2023 |
Dots / Harry Potter | 41809 | Hedwig Pencil Holder | Dec 31, 2023 |
Dots / Harry Potter | 41811 | Hogwarts Desktop Kit | Dec 31, 2023 |
Duplo | 10411 | Learn About Chinese Culture | Dec 31, 2023 |
Duplo | 10872 | Train Bridge and Tracks | Dec 31, 2023 |
Duplo | 10882 | Train Tracks | Dec 31, 2023 |
Duplo | 10930 | Bulldozer | Dec 31, 2023 |
Duplo | 10938 | Dinosaur Nursery | Dec 31, 2023 |
Duplo | 10944 | Space Shuttle Mission | Dec 31, 2023 |
Duplo | 10948 | Parking Garage and Car Wash | Dec 31, 2023 |
Duplo | 10949 | Farm Animal Care | Dec 31, 2023 |
Duplo | 10955 | Animal Train | Dec 31, 2023 |
Duplo | 10956 | Amusement Park | Dec 31, 2023 |
Duplo | 10964 | Bath Time Fun: Floating Red Panda | Dec 31, 2023 |
Duplo | 10966 | Bath Time Fun: Floating Animal Island | Dec 31, 2023 |
Duplo | 10968 | Doctor Visit | Dec 31, 2023 |
Duplo | 10972 | Wild Animals of the Ocean | Dec 31, 2023 |
Duplo | 10973 | Wild Animals of South America | Dec 31, 2023 |
Duplo | 10974 | Wild Animals of Asia | Dec 31, 2023 |
Duplo | 10977 | My First Puppy & Kitten with Sounds | Dec 31, 2023 |
Duplo | 10978 | Creative Building Time | Dec 31, 2023 |
Duplo | 10979 | Wild Animals of Europe | Dec 31, 2023 |
Duplo | 30648 | Whale Polybag | Dec 31, 2023 |
Duplo / Disney | 10899 | Frozen Ice Castle | Dec 31, 2023 |
Duplo / Disney | 10960 | Belle's Ballroom | Dec 31, 2023 |
Duplo / Disney | 10962 | Buzz Lightyear's Planetary Mission | Dec 31, 2023 |
Duplo / Holiday | 10976 | Santa's Gingerbread House | Dec 31, 2023 |
Duplo / Marvel | 10963 | Spider-Man & Friends: Funfair Adventure | Dec 31, 2023 |
Friends | 30633 | Skate Ramp | Dec 31, 2023 |
Friends | 30634 | Friendship Flowers Polybag | Dec 31, 2023 |
Friends | 41443 | Olivia's Electric Car | Dec 31, 2023 |
Friends | 41677 | Forest Waterfall | Dec 31, 2023 |
Friends | 41696 | Pony-Washing Stable | Dec 31, 2023 |
Friends | 41697 | Turtle Protection Vehicle | Dec 31, 2023 |
Friends | 41699 | Pet Adoption Café | Dec 31, 2023 |
Friends | 41703 | Friendship Tree House | Dec 31, 2023 |
Friends | 41704 | Main Street Building | Dec 31, 2023 |
Friends | 41705 | Heartlake City Pizzeria | Dec 31, 2023 |
Friends | 41707 | Tree-Planting Vehicle | Dec 31, 2023 |
Friends | 41708 | Roller Disco Arcade | Dec 31, 2023 |
Friends | 41711 | Emma's Art School | Dec 31, 2023 |
Friends | 41712 | Recycling Truck | Dec 31, 2023 |
Friends | 41713 | Olivia's Space Academy | Dec 31, 2023 |
Friends | 41714 | Andrea's Theatre School | Dec 31, 2023 |
Friends | 41715 | Ice Cream Truck | Dec 31, 2023 |
Friends | 41716 | Stephanie's Sailing Adventure | Dec 31, 2023 |
Friends | 41717 | Mia's Wildlife Rescue | Dec 31, 2023 |
Friends | 41718 | Pet Day-Care Center | Dec 31, 2023 |
Friends | 41719 | Mobile Fashion Boutique | Dec 31, 2023 |
Friends | 41720 | Water Park | Dec 31, 2023 |
Friends | 41721 | Organic Farm | Dec 31, 2023 |
Friends | 41722 | Horse Show Trailer | Dec 31, 2023 |
Friends | 41729 | Organic Grocery Store | Dec 31, 2023 |
Friends | 41732 | Downtown Flower and Design Stores | Dec 31, 2023 |
Friends | 41733 | Mobile Bubble Tea Shop | Dec 31, 2023 |
Friends | 41741 | Dog Rescue Van | Dec 31, 2023 |
Friends | 41742 | Cat Hotel | Dec 31, 2023 |
Friends | 41743 | Hair Salon | Dec 31, 2023 |
Friends | 41751 | Skate Park | Dec 31, 2023 |
Friends | 41758 | Friends Advent Calendar 2023 | Dec 31, 2023 |
Harry Potter | 30435 | Build Your Own Hogwarts Castle Polybag | Dec 31, 2023 |
Harry Potter | 30651 | Quidditch Practice Polybag | Dec 31, 2023 |
Harry Potter | 75968 | 4 Privet Drive | Dec 31, 2023 |
Harry Potter | 75979 | Hedwig | Dec 31, 2023 |
Harry Potter | 76386 | Hogwarts: Polyjuice Potion Mistake | Dec 31, 2023 |
Harry Potter | 76398 | Hogwarts Hospital Wing | Dec 31, 2023 |
Harry Potter | 76399 | Hogwarts Magical Trunk | Dec 31, 2023 |
Harry Potter | 76400 | Hogwarts Carriage and Thestrals | Dec 31, 2023 |
Harry Potter | 76401 | Hogwarts Courtyard: Sirius's Rescue | Dec 31, 2023 |
Harry Potter | 76403 | The Ministry of Magic | Dec 31, 2023 |
Harry Potter | 76406 | Hungarian Horntail Dragon | Dec 31, 2023 |
Harry Potter | 76408 | 12 Grimmauld Place | Dec 31, 2023 |
Harry Potter | 76409 | Gryffindor House Banner | Dec 31, 2023 |
Harry Potter | 76410 | Slytherin House Banner | Dec 31, 2023 |
Harry Potter | 76411 | Ravenclaw House Banner | Dec 31, 2023 |
Harry Potter | 76412 | Hufflepuff House Banner | Dec 31, 2023 |
Harry Potter | 76418 | Harry Potter Advent Calendar 2023 | Dec 31, 2023 |
Holiday | 40426 | Christmas Wreath 2-in-1 | Dec 31, 2023 |
Holiday | 40522 | Valentine Lovebirds | Dec 31, 2023 |
Holiday | 40523 | Easter Rabbits Display | Dec 31, 2023 |
Holiday | 40570 | Halloween Cat and Mouse | Dec 31, 2023 |
Holiday | 40571 | Wintertime Polar Bears | Dec 31, 2023 |
Holiday | 80110 | Lunar New Year Display | Dec 31, 2023 |
Holiday | 80111 | Lunar New Year Parade | Dec 31, 2023 |
Holiday / Creator | 30584 | Winter Holiday Train Polybag | Dec 31, 2023 |
Holiday / Creator | 30642 | Birthday Train Polybag | Dec 31, 2023 |
Holiday / Creator | 30643 | Easter Chickens Polybag | Dec 31, 2023 |
Holiday / Icons | 10293 | Santa's Visit | Dec 31, 2023 |
Icons | 10265 | Ford Mustang | Dec 31, 2023 |
Icons | 10266 | NASA Apollo 11 Lunar Lander | Dec 31, 2023 |
Icons | 10273 | Haunted House | Dec 31, 2023 |
Icons | 10276 | Colosseum | Dec 31, 2023 |
Icons | 10289 | Bird of Paradise | Dec 31, 2023 |
Icons | 10290 | Pickup Truck | Dec 31, 2023 |
Icons | 10292 | The Friends Apartments | Dec 31, 2023 |
Icons | 10299 | Real Madrid - Santiago Bernabéu Stadium | Dec 31, 2023 |
Icons | 10497 | Galaxy Explorer | Dec 31, 2023 |
Icons | 76989 | Horizon Forbidden West: Tallneck | Dec 31, 2023 |
Icons / Modular | 10255 | Assembly Square | Dec 31, 2023 |
Icons / Modular | 10270 | Bookshop | Dec 31, 2023 |
Icons / Modular | 10278 | Police Station | Dec 31, 2023 |
Ideas | 21325 | Medieval Blacksmith | Dec 31, 2023 |
Ideas | 21326 | Winnie the Pooh | Dec 31, 2023 |
Ideas | 21329 | Fender Stratocaster | Dec 31, 2023 |
Ideas | 21337 | Table Football | Dec 31, 2023 |
Jurassic Park / World | 76943 | Pteranodon Chase (4+) | Dec 31, 2023 |
Jurassic Park / World | 76945 | Atrociraptor Dinosaur: Bike Chase | Dec 31, 2023 |
Jurassic Park / World | 76947 | Quetzalcoatlus Plane Ambush | Dec 31, 2023 |
Jurassic Park / World | 76948 | T. rex & Atrociraptor Dinosaur Breakout | Dec 31, 2023 |
Jurassic Park / World | 76950 | Triceratops Pickup Truck Ambush | Dec 31, 2023 |
Jurassic Park / World | 76956 | T. rex Breakout | Dec 31, 2023 |
Lightyear | 76830 | Zyclops Chase (4+) | Dec 31, 2023 |
Lightyear | 76831 | Zurg Battle | Dec 31, 2023 |
Lightyear | 76832 | XL-15 Spaceship | Dec 31, 2023 |
Mario | 30509 | Yellow Yoshi's Fruit Tree Polybag | Dec 31, 2023 |
Mario | 71406 | Yoshi's Gift House | Dec 31, 2023 |
Mario | 71413 | Character Packs Series 6 | Dec 31, 2023 |
Mario | 71414 | Conkdor's Noggin Bopper | Dec 31, 2023 |
Mario | 71415 | Ice Mario Suit and Frozen World | Dec 31, 2023 |
Mario | 71416 | Lava Wave Ride | Dec 31, 2023 |
Mario | 71417 | Fliprus Snow Adventure | Dec 31, 2023 |
Mario | 71418 | Creativity Toolbox | Dec 31, 2023 |
Marvel | 10781 | Spider-Man's Techno Trike (4+) | Dec 31, 2023 |
Marvel | 10784 | Spider-Man Webquarters Hangout (4+) | Dec 31, 2023 |
Marvel | 10790 | Team Spidey at Green Goblin's Lighthouse (4+) | Dec 31, 2023 |
Marvel | 30652 | Doctor Strange's Interdimensional Portal Polybag | Dec 31, 2023 |
Marvel | 76187 | Venom | Dec 31, 2023 |
Marvel | 76193 | The Guardians' Ship | Dec 31, 2023 |
Marvel | 76206 | Iron Man Figure | Dec 31, 2023 |
Marvel | 76207 | Attack on New Asgard | Dec 31, 2023 |
Marvel | 76208 | The Goat Boat | Dec 31, 2023 |
Marvel | 76209 | Thor's Hammer | Dec 31, 2023 |
Marvel | 76211 | Shuri's Sunbird | Dec 31, 2023 |
Marvel | 76212 | Shuri's Lab (4+) | Dec 31, 2023 |
Marvel | 76213 | King Namor's Throne Room | Dec 31, 2023 |
Marvel | 76214 | Black Panther: War on the Water | Dec 31, 2023 |
Marvel | 76215 | Black Panther | Dec 31, 2023 |
Marvel | 76216 | Iron Man Armory | Dec 31, 2023 |
Marvel | 76225 | Miles Morales Figure | Dec 31, 2023 |
Marvel | 76230 | Venom Figure | Dec 31, 2023 |
Marvel | 76242 | Thanos Mech Armor | Dec 31, 2023 |
Marvel | 76253 | Guardians of the Galaxy Headquarters | Dec 31, 2023 |
Marvel | 76255 | The New Guardians' Ship | Dec 31, 2023 |
Marvel | 76267 | Marvel Advent Calendar 2023 | Dec 31, 2023 |
Minecraft | 21164 | The Coral Reef | Dec 31, 2023 |
Minecraft | 21170 | The Pig House | Dec 31, 2023 |
Minecraft | 21172 | The Ruined Portal | Dec 31, 2023 |
Minecraft | 21177 | The Creeper Ambush | Dec 31, 2023 |
Minecraft | 21180 | The Guardian Battle | Dec 31, 2023 |
Minecraft | 21181 | The Rabbit Ranch | Dec 31, 2023 |
Minecraft | 21183 | The Training Grounds | Dec 31, 2023 |
Minecraft | 21184 | The Bakery | Dec 31, 2023 |
Minecraft | 21185 | The Nether Bastion | Dec 31, 2023 |
Minecraft | 21186 | The Ice Castle | Dec 31, 2023 |
Minecraft | 21188 | The Llama Village | Dec 31, 2023 |
Minecraft | 21190 | The Abandoned Village | Dec 31, 2023 |
Minecraft | 30647 | The Dripstone Cavern/The Stalactite Cave Polybag | Dec 31, 2023 |
Miscellaneous | 40174 | LEGO Chess | Dec 31, 2023 |
Miscellaneous | 40382 | Birthday Set | Dec 31, 2023 |
Miscellaneous | 40393 | LEGOLAND Fire Academy | Dec 31, 2023 |
Miscellaneous | 40584 | Birthday Diorama | Dec 31, 2023 |
Monkie Kid | 30656 | Monkey King Marketplace Polybag | Dec 31, 2023 |
Monkie Kid | 80008 | Monkie Kid's Cloud Jet | Dec 31, 2023 |
Monkie Kid | 80030 | Monkie Kid's Staff Creations | Dec 31, 2023 |
Monkie Kid | 80032 | Chang'e Moon Cake Factory | Dec 31, 2023 |
Monkie Kid | 80033 | Evil Macaque's Mech | Dec 31, 2023 |
Monkie Kid | 80034 | Nezha's Fire Ring | Dec 31, 2023 |
Monkie Kid | 80035 | Monkie Kid's Galactic Explorer | Dec 31, 2023 |
Monkie Kid | 80037 | Dragon of the East | Dec 31, 2023 |
Monkie Kid | 80038 | Monkie Kid's Team Van | Dec 31, 2023 |
Monkie Kid | 80039 | The Heavenly Realms | Dec 31, 2023 |
Ninjago | 30649 | Ice Dragon Creature Polybag | Dec 31, 2023 |
Ninjago | 71757 | Lloyd's Ninja Mech (4+) | Dec 31, 2023 |
Ninjago | 71760 | Jay's Thunder Dragon EVO | Dec 31, 2023 |
Ninjago | 71761 | Zane's Power Up Mech EVO | Dec 31, 2023 |
Ninjago | 71763 | Lloyd's Race Car EVO | Dec 31, 2023 |
Ninjago | 71765 | Ninja Ultra Combo Mech | Dec 31, 2023 |
Ninjago | 71766 | Lloyd's Legendary Dragon | Dec 31, 2023 |
Ninjago | 71767 | Ninja Dojo Temple | Dec 31, 2023 |
Ninjago | 71768 | Jay's Golden Dragon Motorbike | Dec 31, 2023 |
Ninjago | 71769 | Cole's Dragon Cruiser | Dec 31, 2023 |
Ninjago | 71771 | The Crystal King Temple | Dec 31, 2023 |
Ninjago | 71772 | The Crystal King | Dec 31, 2023 |
Ninjago | 71774 | Lloyd's Golden Ultra Dragon | Dec 31, 2023 |
Ninjago | 71775 | Nya's Samurai X MECH | Dec 31, 2023 |
Ninjago | 71776 | Jay and Nya's Race Car EVO | Dec 31, 2023 |
Ninjago | 71777 | Kai's Dragon Power Flip | Dec 31, 2023 |
Ninjago | 71778 | Nya's Dragon Power Drift | Dec 31, 2023 |
Ninjago | 71779 | Lloyd's Dragon Power Spin | Dec 31, 2023 |
Ninjago | 71781 | Lloyd's Mech Battle EVO | Dec 31, 2023 |
Speed Champions | 30657 | McLaren Solus GT Polybag | Dec 31, 2023 |
Speed Champions | 76900 | Koenigsegg Jesko | Dec 31, 2023 |
Speed Champions | 76901 | Toyota GR Supra | Dec 31, 2023 |
Speed Champions | 76910 | Aston Martin Valkyrie AMR Pro and Aston Martin Vantage GT3 | Dec 31, 2023 |
Speed Champions | 76911 | 007 Aston Martin DB5 | Dec 31, 2023 |
Speed Champions | 76912 | Fast & Furious 1970 Dodge Charger T | Dec 31, 2023 |
Star Wars | 30654 | X-wing Starfighter Polybag | Dec 31, 2023 |
Star Wars | 75288 | AT-AT | Dec 31, 2023 |
Star Wars | 75292 | The Razor Crest | Dec 31, 2023 |
Star Wars | 75300 | Imperial TIE Fighter | Dec 31, 2023 |
Star Wars | 75301 | Luke Skywalker's X-wing Fighter | Dec 31, 2023 |
Star Wars | 75309 | Republic Gunship (Ultimate Collector Series) | Dec 31, 2023 |
Star Wars | 75312 | Boba Fett's Starship | Dec 31, 2023 |
Star Wars | 75317 | The Mandalorian & The Child | Dec 31, 2023 |
Star Wars | 75318 | The Child | Dec 31, 2023 |
Star Wars | 75320 | Snowtrooper Battle Pack | Dec 31, 2023 |
Star Wars | 75322 | Hoth AT-ST | Dec 31, 2023 |
Star Wars | 75323 | The Justifier | Dec 31, 2023 |
Star Wars | 75324 | Dark Trooper Attack | Dec 31, 2023 |
Star Wars | 75326 | Boba Fett's Throne Room | Dec 31, 2023 |
Star Wars | 75327 | Luke Skywalker (Red Five) Helmet | Dec 31, 2023 |
Star Wars | 75329 | Death Star Trench Run Diorama | Dec 31, 2023 |
Star Wars | 75330 | Dagobah Jedi Training Diorama | Dec 31, 2023 |
Star Wars | 75332 | AT-ST (4+) | Dec 31, 2023 |
Star Wars | 75334 | Obi-Wan Kenobi vs. Darth Vader | Dec 31, 2023 |
Star Wars | 75335 | BD-1 | Dec 31, 2023 |
Star Wars | 75336 | Inquisitor Transport Scythe | Dec 31, 2023 |
Star Wars | 75338 | Ambush on Ferrix | Dec 31, 2023 |
Star Wars | 75339 | Death Star Trash Compactor Diorama | Dec 31, 2023 |
Star Wars | 75342 | Republic Fighter Tank | Dec 31, 2023 |
Star Wars | 75343 | Dark Trooper Helmet | Dec 31, 2023 |
Star Wars | 75366 | Star Wars Advent Calendar 2023 | Dec 31, 2023 |
Technic | 30655 | Forklift with Pallet Polybag | Dec 31, 2023 |
Technic | 42096 | Porsche 911 RSR | Dec 31, 2023 |
Technic | 42107 | Ducati Panigale V4 R | Dec 31, 2023 |
Technic | 42111 | Dom's Dodge Charger | Dec 31, 2023 |
Technic | 42117 | Race Plane | Dec 31, 2023 |
Technic | 42118 | Monster Jam Grave Digger | Dec 31, 2023 |
Technic | 42122 | Jeep Wrangler | Dec 31, 2023 |
Technic | 42123 | McLaren Senna GTR | Dec 31, 2023 |
Technic | 42125 | Ferrari 488 GTE 'AF Corse #51' | Dec 31, 2023 |
Technic | 42127 | The Batman - Batmobile | Dec 31, 2023 |
Technic | 42128 | Heavy-Duty Tow Truck | Dec 31, 2023 |
Technic | 42131 | Cat D11 Bulldozer | Dec 31, 2023 |
Technic | 42132 | Chopper | Dec 31, 2023 |
Technic | 42133 | Telehandler | Dec 31, 2023 |
Technic | 42134 | Monster Jam Megalodon | Dec 31, 2023 |
Technic | 42135 | Monster Jam El Toro Loco | Dec 31, 2023 |
Technic | 42137 | Formula E Porsche 99x Electric | Dec 31, 2023 |
Technic | 42139 | All-Terrain Vehicle | Dec 31, 2023 |
Technic | 42140 | App-Controlled Transformation Vehicle | Dec 31, 2023 |
Technic | 42144 | Material Handler | Dec 31, 2023 |
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2023.06.01 21:30 JNTA1234 Belinda deserved better
Belinda probably shouldn't have gotten her hopes up, Tanya was clearly just a lonely clingy woman in a constant state of heightened emotion who was just saying shit just to say shit.
But at the same tkme, Tanya was the one who brought up the idea, completed unprovoked. I kinda wish Belinda held Tanya to the cross more and manipulated and maybe even demanded Tanya to give what was promised.
But Belinda just doesn't have that in her I guess. I completely understand why she ultimately resisted helping Rachel, just focus on yourself from now on girl.
Honestly the whole dynamic between Tanya and Belinda actually was a case of genuinely problematic class and race relations, more so anything else in the show.
This rich white woman just tosses this black worker aside, ultimately wasting their time, the minute she gets some dick in her life? Yeah, that's fucked up.
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2023.06.01 21:28 krnl_pan1c LB7 troubleshooting
I've have an 2004 LB7 with problems. I slowed down to make a corner and when I got back in the throttle I noticed what sounded like a gas burner pinging or labor knocking, or possibly a bearing going on a pulley or something similar. It seemed to only do it at higher RPM, above 2k or so. When I got stopped at the job site I popped the hood and checked everything and didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. I revved it up in park and it didn't make the sound, only did it under load. All the gauges looked fine and it ran fine. When I took off from the job site I noticed that the pinging sound was worse and it threw a bit of black smoke as I took off. At this point I figured I better ease back to the shop and start troubleshooting it.
When I got above 45 all hell broke loose. Huge cloud of white smoke out of the exhaust, truck was low on power, and temperature started rising. I quickly found a safe spot to get off the road and parked it. It has a very noticeable knock at idle. I would describe it as very similar to a spun bearing. No coolant in the reservoir. Doesn't appear to have coolant or fuel in the oil. Oil pressure is great. It starts up fine.
I had it towed to a mechanic and he has some theories but he hasn't gotten to it yet. I also have my own theories but I'm wondering what you guys think it might be?
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2023.06.01 21:28 Impressive_Rock_2282 Techniques for vicarious embarrassment
I am an NLP newbie - my experience is limited to books and YouTube etc. I am not a practitioner.
In my self help endeavour I have utilised several NLP techniques which have been successful eg shrinking down images and blinking them black and white, the re-wind/ circus music method and the cinema screen.
the issue that I am struggling with is vicarious embarrassment/ vicarious shame/ toxic empathy.
it is really bad to the extent that I cannot even watch an episode of Fawlty towers without having to walk out of the room to calm my nervous system down.
none of the above techniques work.
could someone recommend a technique I could try? thanks for your help.
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2023.06.01 21:27 marilyn_mansonv2 Shrek 5: The Shrekoning
My friend and I were at his house, and we were choosing a movie. I saw in the movie collection movies I liked. I then got to the S sections. I saw all the Shrek movies there, but I noticed. There was one extra. It said Shrek 5: The Shrekoning. The first thing odd about it was that the cover didn't have Donkey, Fiona, Puss or anyone. It was just a picture of Shrek roaring. The picture of Shrek roaring looked like it was glued to a white piece of paper. The other odd thing was that the name "Shrek 5: The Shrekoning" was written in permanent marker.
I asked where my friend got the DVD. He told me he didn't know. Since we are both huge Shrek fans, we chose to watch it. At first, it started with the title card. It said "Shrek 5: The Shrekoning" in CGI. Then, an axe cut the title in half. The green in the title turned red. That made me jump.
Next, the camera zoomed out. It showed Shrek holding an axe with blood on it. I was surprised that I saw blood in a Shrek movie, but the original Shrek had Shrek get shot with an arrow, so I wasn't that shocked. Shrek walked to a village and kept slicing people in half with an axe. The blood in the scene looked really realistic.
People tried to grab torches and pitchforks, but Shrek chopped off their heads with axes. Shrek went near one person and kept swinging his axe at him. His victim wasn't onscreen, but blood was splattering every time he swung. Then, Shrek grabbed a flamethrower and said "AH WEE GON HAF A WEE TAH HAF A FOON TEIM LADS" and turned the flamethrower on, and it burned people. I would have found this funny because of the one liner Shrek said, but that was pretty brutal. Next, because of the flamethrower, the village Shrek entered, was burning down. Shrek left the village while it was burning.
The next night in the movie, people came to Shrek's swamp with pitchforks and torches. Shrek opened the door with a tommy gun and said "This is my swamp!" Shrek shot people with the tommy gun, and then threw onions at the people that were still alive. The onions exploded. There was a green gas all around. Everyone was dead except Shrek. The dead people had bullet holes and some looked like they died of carbon monoxide. It was probably caused by the onions. Shrek looked at the camera and said "You're next..." And then punched the screen. The screen blacked out and I took out the disc. I put it back in the case. My friend was highly disturbed by it.
So my theory about it is this: I think that this takes place before the first Shrek. It's a prequel. The village people in Shrek 1 don't hate Shrek because he's an ogre. It's because he murdered many villagers and burned the village down, and that made everyone afraid of ogres.
Unlike most people, I didn't destroy the copy. My friend and I copied Shrek 5 onto another disc and sold the copy on eBay saying it was Shrek 1 to troll people. If you see Shrek 5: The Shrekoning, it's worth watching to get a good laugh.
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2023.06.01 21:24 RandomAppalachian468 Don't fly over Barron County Ohio. [Repost]
The whirring blades of my MD-902 throbbed against the warm evening air, and I smiled.
From 5,000 feet, the ground flew by in a carpet of dark forests and kelly-green fields. The sun hung low on the horizon in a picturesque array of dazzling orange and gold, and I could make out the narrow strip of the Ohio River to my left, glistening in the fading daylight. This time of year, the trees would be full of the sweet aroma of fresh blossoms, and the frequent rains kept small pockets of fluffy white mist hanging in the treetops. It was a beautiful view, one that reminded me of why being a helicopter pilot trumped flying in a jumbo jet far above the clouds every day of the week.
Fourteen more days, and I’m debt free. That made me grin even more. I’d been working as a charter pilot ever since I obtained my license at age 19, and after years of keeping my nose to the grindstone, I was closing on the final payment for real-estate in western Pennsylvania. With no debt, a fixer-upper house on 30 rural acres all to myself, and a respectable wage for a 26-year-old pilot, I looked forward to the financial freedom I could now enjoy. Maybe I’d take a vacation, somewhere exotic like Venice Italy, or the Dominican Republic. Or perhaps I’d sock the money back for the day I started a family.
“Remember kleineun, a real man looks after his own.” My elderly
ouma’s voice came back from the depths of my memories, her proud, sun-tanned face rising from the darkness. She and my Rhodesian grandfather had emigrated to the US when they were newlyweds, as the violence against white Boer descendants in South Africa spiraled out of control. My mother and father both died in a car crash when I was six, and it had been my grandparents who raised me. Due to this, I’d grown up with a slight accent that many of my classmates found amusing, and I could speak both English, and Afrikaans, the Boer tongue of our former home.
I shifted in my seat, stretched my back muscles, and glanced at the picture taped to my console. Both my parents flanked a grinning, gap-toothed six-year-old me, at the last Christmas we’d spent together. My mother beamed, her dark hair and Italian features a sharp contrast to my father’s sandy blonde hair and blue eyes. Sometimes, I liked to imagine they were smiling at me with pride at how well I flew the old silver-colored bird my company had assigned to me, and that made the long, lonely flights easier to bear.
A flicker caught my eye, and I broke my gaze away from the photograph.
Perched in its small cradle above the controls, my little black Garmin fuzzed over for a few seconds, its screen shifting from brightly colored maps to a barrage of grey static.
Did the power chord come loose? I checked, ensuring the power-cable for the unit’s battery was plugged into the port on the control panel. It was a brand-new GPS unit, and I’d used it a few times already, so I knew it wasn’t defective. Granted, I could fly and navigate without it, but the Garmin made my time as a pilot so much easier that the thought of going blind was dreadful.
My fuel gauge danced, clicked to empty, then to full, in a bizarre jolt.
More of the gauges began to stutter, the entire panel seeming to develop terrets all at once, and my pulse began to race. Something was wrong, very wrong, and the sludge inside my bowels churned with sour fear.
“Come on, come on.” I flicked switches, turned dials, punched buttons, but nothing seemed to fix the spasming electronics. Every gauge failed, and without warning, I found myself plunged into inky darkness.
Outside, the sun surrendered to the pull of night, the sky darker than usual. A distant rumble of thunder reverberated above the roar of my helicopter’s engine, and I thought I glimpsed a streak of yellowish lightning on the far horizon to my left.
Calm down Chris. We’re still flying, so it must just be a blown fuse. Stay in control and find a place to set her down. My sweaty palm slid on the cyclic stick, and both feet weighed heavy on the yaw pedals. The collective stuck to my other hand with a nervous vibration, and I squinted against the abyss outside.
Beep. I jumped despite myself, as the little Garmin on my panel flared back to life, the static pulling aside to reveal a twitching display. Each time the screen glitched, it showed the colorful map detailing my flight path over the ground below, but I noticed that some of the lines changed, the names shifting, as if the device couldn’t decide between two different versions of the world.
One name jutted out at me, slate gray like most of the major county names, appearing with ghostly flickers from between two neighboring ones.
Barron County. I stared, confused. I’d flown over this section of southeastern Ohio plenty of times, and I knew the counties by heart. At this point, I should have been over the southern end of Noble County, and maybe dipping lower into Washington. There was no
Barron County Ohio. I was sure of it.
And yet it shown back at me from the digital landscape, a strange, almost cigar-shaped chunk of terrain carved from the surrounding counties like a tumor, sometimes there, sometimes not, as my little Garmin struggled to find the correct map. Rain began to patter against my cockpit window, and the entire aircraft rattled from a strong gust of wind. Thick clouds closed over my field of vision like a sea of gray cotton.
The blood in my veins turned to ice, and I sucked in a nervous breath.
Land. I had to land. There was nothing else to do, my flight controls weren’t responding, and only my Garmin had managed to come back to life. Perhaps I’d been hit by lightning, and the electronics had been fried? Either way, it was too dark to tell, but a storm seemed to be brewing, and if I didn’t get my feet on the ground soon, I could be in real trouble.
“Better safe than sorry.” I pushed down on the collective to start my slow descent and clicked the talking button for my headset. “Any station, this is Douglass Three-One-Four-Foxtrot, over.”
Nothing.
“Any station, this is Douglass Three-One-Four-Foxtrot, requesting emergency assistance, over.”
Still nothing.
If the radio’s dead, I’m really up a creek. With my hand shaking, I clicked on the mic one more time. “Any station, this is—”
Like a curtain pulling back, the fog cleared from around my window, and the words stuck in my throat.
Without my gauges, I couldn’t tell just how far I’d descended, but I was definitely very low. Thick trees poked up from the ground, and the hills rolled into high ridges with flat valley floors, fields and pastures pockmarking them. Rain fell all around in cold, silvery sheets, a normal feature for the mid spring in this part of Ohio.
What wasn’t normal, were the fires.
At first, I thought they were forest fires for the amount of smoke and flames that bellowed from each spot, but as I swooped lower, my eyes widened in horror.
They were houses.
Farms, cottages, little clusters that barely constituted villages, all of them belched orange flames and black pillars of sooty smoke. I couldn’t hear above the helicopter blades, but I could see the flashes on the ground, along the road, in between the trees, and even coming from the burning buildings, little jets of golden light that spat into the darkness with anger.
Gunfire. That’s rifle fire, a whole lot of it. Tiny black figures darted through the shadows, barely discernable from where I sat, several hundred feet up. I couldn’t see much, but some were definitely running away, the streaks of yellow gunfire chasing them. A few dark gray vehicles rumbled down one of the gravel roads, and sprayed fire into the houses as it went. They were fighting, I realized, the people in the trucks and the locals. It was horrific, like something out of war-torn Afghanistan, but worse.
Then, I caught a glimpse of the
others.
They didn’t move like the rest, who either fled from the dark vehicles, or fired back from behind cover. These skinny figures loped along with haphazard gaits, many running on all fours like animals, swarming from the trees by the dozens. They threw themselves into the gales of bullets without flinching, attacking anyone within range, and something about the way they moved, so fluid, so fearless, made my heart skip a beat.
What is that? “Echo Four Actual to unknown caller, please respond, over.” Choking back a cry of shock, I fumbled at the control panel with clumsy fingers, the man’s voice sharp and stern. I hadn’t realized that I’d let go of the talking button and clicked it down again. “Hello? Hello, this is Douglass Three-One-Four-Foxtrot out of Pittsburgh, over.”
An excruciating moment passed, and I continued to zoom over the trees, the fires falling away behind me as more silent forest took over.
“Roger that Douglass Three-One-Four-Foxtrot, we read you loud and clear. Please identify yourself and any passengers or cargo you might be carrying, over.” Swallowing hard, I eyed the treetops, which looked much closer than they should have been. How far had I descended? “Echo Four Actual, my name is Christopher Dekker, and I am alone. I’m a charter flight from PA, carrying medical equipment for OSU in Columbus. My controls have been damaged, and I am unable to safely carry on due to the storm. Requesting permission to land, over.”
I watched the landscape slide by underneath me, once catching sight of what looked like a
little white church surrounded by smaller huts, dozens of figures in the yard staring up at me as I flew over a towering ridgeline.
“Solid copy on that Douglass Three-One-Four-Foxtrot. Be advised, your transponder shows you to be inside a restricted zone. Please cease all radio traffic, reduce your speed, climb to 3,000 feet and proceed north. We’ll talk you in from there. How copy, over?” My heart jumped, and I let out a sigh of relief. “Roger that Echo Four Actual, my altimeter is down, but I’ll do my best to eyeball the altitude, over.”
With that, I pulled the collective upward, and tried my best to gauge how far I was by eyesight in the gathering night, rain still coming down all around me. This had to be some kind of disaster or riot, I decided. After all, the voice over the radio sounded like military, and those vehicles seemed to have heavy weapons. Maybe there was some kind of unrest going on here that I hadn’t heard about yet?
Kind of weird for it to happen in rural areas though. Spoiled college kids I get, but never saw farmers get so worked up before. They usually love the military. Something moved in the corner of my eye, and I turned out of reflex.
My mouth fell open, and I froze, unable to scream.
In the sky beside me, a huge shadow glided along, and its leathery wings effortlessly carved through the gloom, flapping only on occasion to keep it aloft. It was too dark for me to see what color it was, but from the way it moved, I knew it wasn’t another helicopter. No, this thing was alive, easily the size of a small plane, and more than twice the length of my little McDonald Douglass. A long tail trailed behind it, and bore a distinct arrow-shaped snout, with twig-like spines fanned out around the back of its head. Whatever legs it had were drawn up under it like a bird, yet its skin appeared rough and knobby, almost resembling tree bark. Without pause, the gigantic bat-winged entity flew along beside me, as if my presence was on par with an annoying fly buzzing about its head.
Gripping the microphone switch so tight, I thought I’d crack the plastic, I whispered into my headset, forgetting all radio protocol. “T-There’s something up here.”
Static crackled.
“Douglas Three-One-Four-Foxtrot, say again your last, you’re coming in weak and unreadable, over.” “There’s something up here.” I snarled into the headset, still glued to the controls of the helicopter, afraid to deviate even an inch from my course in case the monstrosity decided to turn on me. “A freaking huge thing, right beside me. I swear, it looks like a bat or . . . I don’t know.”
“Calm down.” The man on the other end of the radio broke his rigorous discipline as well, his voice deep, but level.
“It won’t attack if you don’t move too fast. Slowly ease away from it and follow that course until you’re out of sight.” I didn’t have time to think about how wrong that sounded, how the man’s strict tone had changed to one of knowledge, how he hadn’t been the least surprised by what I’d said. Instead, I slowly turned the helicopter away from the huge menace and edged the speed higher in tiny increments.
As soon as I was roughly two football fields away, I let myself relax, and clicked the mic switch. “It’s not following.”
“You’re sure?” Eyeing the huge flapping wings, I nodded, then remembered he couldn’t see me. “Yeah, I’m well clear.”
“Good. Thank you, Mr. Dekker.” Then, the radio went dead.
Something in my chest dropped, a weight that made my stomach roil. This wasn’t right, none of it. Who was that man? Why did he know about the thing I’d just seen? What was I supposed to—
A flash of light exploded from the trees to my right and shot into the air with a long finger of smoke.
What the . . . On instinct, I jerked the cyclic stick to one side, and the helicopter swung to avoid the rocket.
Boom. My world shook, metal screeched, and a dozen alarms began to go off inside the cockpit in a cacophony of beeps and sirens. Orange and red flames lit up the night sky just behind me, and the horizon started to spin wildly outside. Heat gushed from the cockpit door, and I smelled the greasy stench of burning oil. The safety belts dug into my shoulders, and with a final slip, the radio headset ripped free from my scalp.
I’m hit. Desperate, I yanked on the controls, fought the bird even as she spun toward the ground in a wreath of flames, the inky black trees hurtling up to meet me. The helicopter went into full auto-rotation, the sky blurring past outside, and the alarms blared in a screech of doom. Panic slammed through my temples, I screamed at the top of my lungs, and for one brief second, my eyes locked on the little black Garmin still perched atop my control panel.
Its screen stopped twitching and settled on a map of the mysterious Barron County, with a little red arrow at the center of the screen, a few words popping up underneath it.
You are here.
Trees stabbed up into the sky, the belts crushed at my torso, glass shattered all around me, and the world went dark.
Copper, thick, warm, and tangy.
It filled my mouth, stank metallic in my nose, clogged my throat, choking me. In the murkiness, I fought for a surface, for a way out, blind and numb in the dark.
This way, kleineun. My
ouma’s voice echoed from somewhere in the shadows.
This way. Both eyes flew open, and I gagged, spitting out a stream of red.
Pain throbbed in my ribs, and a heavy pressure sent a tingling numbness through my shoulders. Blood roared inside my temples, and stars danced before my eyes with a dizzying array. Humid night air kissed my skin, and something sticky coated my face, neck, and arms that hung straight up toward the ceiling.
Wait. Not up.
Down.
I blinked at the wrinkled, torn ceiling of the cockpit, the glass all gone, the gray aluminum shredded like tissue paper. Just outside the broken windows, thick Appalachian bluegrass and stemmy underbrush swished in a feeble breeze, backlit by flashes of lightning from the thunderstorm overhead. Green and brown leaves covered everything in a wet carpet of triangles, and somewhere nearby, a cricket chirped.
Turning my head from side to side, I realized that I hung upside down inside the ruined helicopter, the top half burrowed into the mud. I could hear the hissing and crackling of flames, the pattering of rain falling on the hot aluminum, and the smaller brush fires around the downed aircraft sizzling out in the damp long grass. Charred steel and burning oil tainted the air, almost as strong as the metallic, coppery stench in my aching nose.
They shot me down. That military dude shot me out of the sky. It didn’t make sense. I’d followed their orders, done everything they’d said, and yet the instant I veered safely away from whatever that thing in the sky had been, they’d fired, not at it, but at me.
Looking down (or rather, up) at my chest, I sucked in a gasp, which was harder to do that before.
The navy-blue shirt stuck to my torso with several big splotches of dark, rusty red. Most were clean slashes, but two held bits of glass sticking out of them, one alarmingly bigger than the other. They dripped cherry red blood onto my upturned face, and a wave of nausea hit me.
I gotta get down. I flexed my arms to try and work some feeling back into them, praying nothing was broken. Half-numb from hanging so long, I palmed along my aching body until I felt the buckled for the seat belts.
“Okay.” I hissed between gritted teeth, in an effort to stave off my panic. “You can do this. Just hold on tight. Nice and tight. Here we go . . .”
Click. Everything seemed to lurch, and I slid off the seat to plummet towards the muck-filled hole in the cockpit ceiling. My fingers were slick with blood and slipped over the smooth faux-leather pilot’s seat with ease. The shoulder belt snagged on the bits of glass that lay just under the left lowest rib, and a flare of white-hot pain ripped through me.
Wham. I screamed, my right knee caught the edge of the aluminum ceiling, and both hands dove into a mound of leaf-covered glass shards on the opposite side of the hole. My head swam, being right-side-up again enough to make shadows gnaw at the corner of my eyes.
Forcing myself to breath slowly, I fought the urge to faint and slid back to sit on the smooth ceiling. I turned my hands over to see half a dozen bits of clear glass burrowed into my skin like greedy parasites, red blood weeping around the new cuts.
“Screw you.” I spat at the rubbish with angry tears in my eyes. “Screw you, screw you, screw you.”
The shards came out easy enough, and the cuts weren’t that deep, but that wasn’t what worried me. On my chest, the single piece of cockpit glass that remined was almost as big as my palm, and it
really hurt. Just touching it felt like self-inflicted torture, but I knew it had to come out sooner or later.
Please don’t nick a vein. Wiping my hands dry on my jeans, I gripped the shard with both hands, and jerked.
Fire roared over my ribs, and hot blood tickled my already grimy pale skin. I clapped a hand over the wound, pressing down hard, and grunted out a string of hateful expletives that my
ouma would have slapped me for.
Lying on my back, I stared around me at the messy cargo compartment of the MD-902. Most of the medical supplies had been in cardboard boxes strapped down with heavy nylon tow-straps, but several cases had ruptured with the force of the impact, spraying bandages, syringes, and pill bottles all over the cluttered interior. Orange flames chewed at the crate furthest to the rear, the tail section long gone, but the foremost part of the hold was intact. Easily a million-dollar mess, it would have made me faint on any other trip, but today it was a godsend.
Half-blind in the darkness, I crawled along with only the firelight and lightning bolts to guide me, my right knee aching. Like a crippled raccoon, I collected things as I went, conscious of the two pallets of intact supplies weighing right over my head. I’d taken several different first-aid courses with some hunting buddies of mine, and the mental reflexes kicked in to help soothe my frazzled mind.
Check for bleeds, stop the worst, then move on. Aside from my battered chest and stomach, the rest of me remained mostly unharmed. I had nasty bruises from the seatbelts, my right knee swelled, my nose slightly crooked and crusted in blood, but otherwise I was intact. Dowsing every scratch and cut with a bottle of isopropyl alcohol I found, I used butterfly closures on the smaller lacerations that peppered my skin. I wrapped soft white gauze over my abused palms and probed at the big cut where the last shard had been, only stopping when I was sure there were no pieces of glass wedged inside my flesh.
“Not too bad.” I grunted to myself, trying to sound impassive like a doctor might. “Rib must have stopped it. Gonna need stitches though. That’ll be
fun.”
Pawing through the broken cases, I couldn’t find any suture chord, but just as I was about to give up, I noticed a small box that read ‘medical skin stapler’.
Bingo. I tore the small white plastic stapler free from its packaging and eyeballed the device. I’d never done this before, only seen it in movies, and even though the cut in my skin hurt, I wondered if this wouldn’t be worse.
You’ve gotta do it. That bleeding needs to stop. Besides, no one’s coming to rescue you, not with those rocket-launching psychos out there. Taking a deep breath, I pinched the skin around the gash together, and pressed the mouth of the stapler to it.
Click. A sharp sting, like that of a needle bit at the skin, but it didn’t hurt nearly as bad as the cut itself. I worked my way across the two-inch laceration and gave out a sigh of relief when it was done.
“Not going to bleed to death today.” I daubed ointment around the staples before winding more bandages over the wound.
Popping a few low-grade painkillers that tumbled from the cargo, I crawled wriggled through the nearest shattered window into the wet grass.
Raindrops kissed my face, clean and cool on my sweaty skin. Despite the thick cloud cover, there was enough constant lightning strikes within the storm to let me get glimpses of the world around me. My helicopter lay on its back, the blades snapped like pencils, with bits and pieces of it burning in chunks all around the small break in the trees. Chest-high scrub brush grew all around the low-lying ground, with pockets of standing water in places. My ears still rang from the impact of the crash, but I could start to pick up more crickets, frogs, and even some nocturnal birds singing into the darkness, like they didn’t notice the huge the hulk of flaming metal that had fallen from the sky. Overhead, the thunder rumbled onward, the feeble wind whistling, and there were other flashes on the horizon, orange and red ones, with crackles that didn’t sound quite like lightning.
The guns. They’re still fighting. Instinctively, I pulled out my cellphone, and tapped the screen.
It fluttered to life, but no matter how I tried, I couldn’t get through to anyone, not even with the emergency function designed to work around having no service. The complicated wonder of our modern world was little better than a glorified paperweight.
Stunned, I sat down with my back to the helicopter and rested my head against the aluminum skin of the craft. How I’d gone from a regular medical supply run to being marooned in this hellish parody of rural America, I didn’t know, but one thig was certain; I needed a plan. Whoever fired the missile could have already contacted my charter company and made up some excuse to keep them from coming to look for me. No one else knew I was here, and even though I now had six staples holding the worst of my injuries shut, I knew I needed proper medical attention. If I wanted to live, I’d have to rescue myself.
My bag. I need to get my go-bag, grab some gear and then . . . head somewhere else. It took me a while to gather my green canvas paratrooper bag from its place behind the pilot’s seat and fill it with whatever supplies I could scrounge. My knee didn’t seem to be broken, but man did it hurt, and I dreaded the thought of walking on it for miles on end. I focused instead on inventorying my gear and trying to come up with a halfway intelligent plan of action.
I had a stainless-steel canteen with one of those detachable cups on the bottom, a little fishing kit, some duct tape, a lighter, a black LED flashlight with three spare batteries, a few tattered road maps with a compass, a spare pair of socks, medical supplies from the cargo, and a simple forest green plastic rain poncho. I also managed to unearth a functioning digital camcorder my
ouma had gotten me for Christmas a few years back, though I wasn’t sure I wanted to do any filming in such a miserable state. Lastly, since it was a private supply run from a warehouse area near Pittsburgh to a direct hospital pad in Ohio, I’d been able to bring my K-Bar, a sturdy, and brutally simple knife designed for the Marine Corps that I used every time I went camping. It was pitiful in comparison to the rifle I wished I had with me, but that didn’t matter now. I had what I had, and I doubted my trusty Armalite would have alleviated my sore knee anyway.
Clicking on my flashlight, I huddled with the poncho around my shoulders inside the wreck of the chopper and peered at the dusty roadmaps. A small part of me hoped that a solution would jump out from the faded paper, but none came. These were all maps of western PA and eastern Ohio. None of them had a Barron County on them anywhere.
The man on the radio said to head north, right before they shot me down. That means they must be camped out to the north of here. South had that convoy and those burning houses, so that’s a no-go. Maybe I can backtrack eastward the way I came. As if on cue, a soft
pop echoed from over the eastern horizon, and I craned to look out the helicopter window, spotting more man-made flashes over the tree tops.
“Great.” I hissed between clenched teeth, aware of how the temperature dipped to a chilly 60 degrees, and how despite the conditions, my stomach had begun to growl. “Not going that way, are we? Westward it is.”
Walking away from my poor 902 proved to be harder than I’d anticipated. Despite the glass, the fizzling fires, and the darkness, it still held a familiar, human essence to it. Sitting inside it made me feel secure, safe, even calm about the situation. In any other circumstance, I would have just stayed with the downed aircraft to wait for help, but I knew the men who shot me down would likely find my crash site, and I didn’t want to be around when they did.
Unlike much of central and western Ohio, southeastern Ohio is hilly, brushy, and clogged with thick forests. Thorns snagged at my thin poncho and sliced at my pant legs. My knee throbbed, every step a form of self-inflicted torture. The rain never stopped, a steady drizzle from above just cold enough to be problematic as time went on, making me shiver. Mud slid under my tennis shoes, and every tree looked ten times bigger in the flickering beam of my cheap flashlight. Icy fear prickled at the back of my neck at some of the sounds that greeted me through the gloom. I’d been camping loads of times, both in Pennsylvania and elsewhere, but these noises were something otherworldly to me.
Strange howls, screeches, and calls permeated the rain-soaked sky, some almost roars, while others bordered on human in their intonation. The more I walked, the softer the distant gunfire became, and the more prevalent the odd sounds, until the shadows seemed to fill with them. I didn’t dare turn off my flashlight, or I’d been completely blind in the dark, but a little voice in the back of my head screamed that I was too visible, crunching through the gloomy forest with my long beam of light stabbing into the abyss. It felt as though a million eyes were on me, studying me, hunting me from the surrounding brush, and I bitterly recalled how much I’d loved the old
Survivor Man TV series as a kid.
Not so fun being out in the woods at night. Especially alone. A twig snapped somewhere behind me, and I whirled on the spot, one trembling hand resting on the hilt of my K-Bar.
Nothing. Nothing but trees, bushes, and rain dripping down in the darkness.
“This is stupid.” I whispered to myself to keep my nerves in check as I slowly spun on the spot. “I should have went eastward anyway. God knows how long I’m going to have to—”
Creak. A groan of metal-on-metal echoed from somewhere to my right, and I spun to face it, yanking the knife on my belt free from its scabbard. It felt so small and useless in my hand, and I choked down a wave of nauseas fear.
Ka-whump. Creak. K-whump. Creak. Underbrush cracked and crunched, a few smaller saplings thrashed, and from deep within the gloom, two yellow orbs flared to life. They poked through the mist in the trees, forming into slender fingers of golden light that swept back and forth in the dark.
The soldiers . . . they must be looking for me. I swallowed hard and turned to slink away.
Ice jammed through my blood, and I froze on the spot, biting my tongue to stop the scream.
It stood not yards away, a huge form that towered a good twelve feet tall in the swirling shadows. Unpolished chrome blended with flash-rusted spots in the faded red paint, and grime-smeared glass shone with dull hues in the flashes of lightning. Where the wheels should have been, the rounded steel axels curved like some enormous hand had bent them, and the tires lay face-down on the muddy ground like big round feet, their hubcaps buried in the dirt. Dents, scrapes, and chips covered the battered thing, and its crooked little radio antenna pointed straight up from the old metal fender like a mast. I could barely make out the mud-coated
VW on the rounded hood, and my mind reeled in shock.
Is . . . is that a car? Both yellow headlights bathed me in a circle of bright, blinding light, and neither I nor the strange vehicle moved.
Seconds ticked by, the screech-thumping in the background only growing closer. I realized that I couldn’t hear any engine noises and had yet to see any soldiers or guns pointed my way. This car looked old, really old, like one of those classic Volkswagen Beetles that collectors fought over at auctions. Try as I might, I couldn’t see a driver inside the murky, mold-smeared windows.
Because there wasn’t one.
Lightning arched across the sky overhead, and the car standing in front of me
blinked. Its headlights slid shut, as if little metal shades had crawled over the bulbs for a moment and flicked open again. Something about that movement was so primal, so real, so
lifelike, that every ounce of self-control I had melted in an instant.
Cursing under my breath, I lunged into the shrubs, and the world erupted around me.
Under my shoes, the ground shook, and the car surged after me in a cacophony of
ka-thumps that made my already racing heart skip several beats. A weather-beaten brown tow truck from the 50’s charged through the thorns to my left, it’s headlights ablaze, and a dilapidated yellow school bus rose from its hiding place in the weeds to stand tall on four down-turned axel-legs. They all flicked their headlights on like giants waking from their slumber, and as I dodged past them, they each blared their horn into the night in alarm.
My breaths came short and tight, my knee burned, and I crashed through thorns and briars without thought to how badly I was getting cut up.
The cheap poncho tore, and I ripped it away as it caught on a tree branch.
A purple 70’s Mustang shook off its blanket of creeping vines and bounded from a stand of trees just ahead, forcing me to swerve to avoid being run over, my adrenaline at all-time highs.
This can’t be happening, this can’t be happening, this can’t be happening. Slipping and sliding, I pushed through a stand of multiflora rose, and stumbled out into a flat, dark expanse.
I almost skidded to a stop.
What had once been a rather large field stood no taller than my shoestrings, the grass charred, and burnt. The storm above illuminated huge pieces of wreckage that lay scattered over the nearly 40-acre plot, and I could just make out the fire-blackened hulk of a fuselage resting a hundred yards away. The plane had been brought down a while ago it seemed, as there weren’t any flames left burning, and I threw myself toward it in frenzied desperation.
Burned grass and greasy brown topsoil slushed underfoot, and I could hear the squelching of the cars pursing me. Rain soaked me to the bone, and my lungs ached from sucking down the damp night air. A painful stich crept into my side, and I cursed myself for not putting in more time for cardio at the gym.
Something caught my left shoelace, and I hurtled to the ground, tasting mud and blood in between my teeth.
They’ve got me now. I clawed at the mud, rolled, and watched a tire slam down mere inches from where my head had been. The Mustang loomed over me and jostled for position with the red Volkswagen and brown tow truck, the school bus still a few yards behind them. They couldn’t seem to decide who would get the pleasure of stomping me to death, and like a herd of stampeding wildebeest, they locked bumpers in an epic shoving match.
On all fours, I scampered out from under the sparring brutes, and dashed for the crumpled airplane, a white-painted DC-3 that looked like it had been cut in half by a gargantuan knife blade. I passed a snapped wing section, the oily remains of a turbo-prop engine, and a mutilated wheel from the landing gear. Climbing over a heap of mud, I squeezed into the back of the ruined flight cabin and dropped down into the dark cargo hold.
Wham. No sooner had my sneakers hit the cold metal floor, and the entire plane rocked from the impact of something heavy ramming it just outside. I tumbled to my knees, screaming in pain as, once again, I managed to bash the sore one off a bracket in the wall.
My hand smeared in something gooey, and I scrabbled for my flashlight.
It clicked on, a wavering ball of white light in the pitch darkness, and I fought the urge to gag. “Oh man . . .”
Three people, or what was left of them, lay strewn over the narrow cargo area. Claret red blood coated the walls, caked on the floor, and clotted under my mud-spattered shoes. Bits of flesh and viscera were stuck to everything, and tatters of cloth hung from exposed sections of broken bone. An eerie set of bloody handprints adorned the walls, and the only reason I could tell it had been
three people were the shoes; all of them bore anklebones sticking out above blood-soaked socks. It smelled sickly sweet, a strange, nauseas odor that crept into my nose and settled on the back of my tongue like an alien parasite.
Something glinted in the beam of my flashlight, and my pulse quickened as I pried the object loose from the severed arm that still clung to it.
“Hail Mary full of Grace.” I would have grinned if it weren’t for the fact that the plane continued to buck and roll under the assault from the cars outside.
The pistol looked old, but well-maintained, aside from the light coating of dark blood that stained its round wooden handle. It felt heavy, but good in my hand, and I turned it over to read the words,
Waffenfabrik Mauser stenciled into the frame, with a large red 9 carved into the grip. For some reason, it vaguely reminded me of the blasters from Star Wars
. I fumbled with a little switch that looked like a safety on the back of the gun and stumbled toward a gap in the plane’s dented fuselage to aim out at the surrounding headlights.
Bang. The old gun bucked reliably in my hand, its long barrel spitting a little jet of flame into the night. I had no idea if I hit anything, but the attacking cars recoiled, their horns blaring in confusion.
They turned, and scuttled for the tree line as fast as their mechanical legs could go, the entire ordeal over as fast as it had begun.
Did I do that? Perplexed, I stared down at the pistol in my hand.
Whoosh. A large, inky black shadow glided down from the clouds, and the yellow school bus moved too slow to react in time.
With a crash, the kicking nightmarish vehicle was thrown onto its side, spraying glass and chrome trim across the muddy field. Its electro-synth horn blared with wails of mechanical agony, as two huge talon-like feet clamped down on it, and the enormous head of the flying creature lowered to rip open its engine compartment.
The horn cut out, and the enormous flying entity jerked its head back to gulp down a mass of what looked like sticky black vines from the interior of the shattered bus.
At this range, I could see now that the flying creature bore two legs and had its wings half-tucked like a vulture that had descended to feed on roadkill. Its head turned slightly, and in the glow of another lightning bolt, my jaw went slack at the realization of what it was.
A tree trunk. It’s a rotted tree trunk. I couldn’t tell where the reptilian beast began, and where the organic tree components ended, the upper part of the head shaped like a log, while the lower jaw resembled something out of a dinosaur movie. Its skin looked identical to the outside of a shagbark hickory but flexed with a supple featheriness that denoted something closer to skin. Sharp branch-like spines ranged down its back, and out to the end of its tail, which bore a massive round club shaped like a diseased tree-knot. Crouched on both hind legs, it braced the hooked ends of its folded wings against the ground like a bat, towering higher than a semi-truck. Under the folds of its armored head, a bulging pair of chameleon-like eyes constantly spun in their sockets, probing the dark for threats while it ate.
One black pupil locked onto the window I peered through, and my heart stopped.
The beast regarded me for a moment, with a curious, sideways sniff.
With a proud, contemptful head-toss, the shadow from the sky parted rows of razor-sharp teeth to let out a
roar that shook the earth beneath my feet. It was the triumphant war cry of a creature that sat at the very top of the food chain, one that felt no threat from the fragile two-legged beings that walked the earth all around it. It hunted whenever it wanted, ate whatever it wanted, and flew wherever it wanted. It didn’t need to rip the plane apart to devour me.
Like my hunter-gatherer ancestors from thousands of years ago, I wasn’t even worth the energy it would take to pounce.
I’m hiding in the remains of the cockpit now, which is half-buried under the mud of the field, enough to shield the light from my screen so that
thing doesn’t see it. My service only now came back, and it’s been over an hour since the winged beast started in on the dead bus. I don’t know when, or how I’m going to get out of here. I don’t know when anyone will even see this post, or if it will upload at all. My phone battery is almost dead, and at this point, I’m probably going to have to sleep among the corpses until daylight comes.
A dead man sleeping amongst friends.
If you live in the Noble County area in southeastern Ohio, be careful where you drive, fly, and boat. I don’t know if it’s possible to stumble into this strange place by ground, but if so, then these things are definitely headed your way.
If that happens . . . pray that they don’t find you.
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2023.06.01 21:22 KamchatkasRevenge Out of Cruel Space Side Story: Of Dog, Volpir, and Man - Ch 221
Sir David
Far across the Capital city from the impromptu Sarkin wedding feast Sir David and Ariane were walking around the Imperial district, hand in hand, lazily enjoying the light breeze and the warm sun as they played tourist.
Sir David couldn't help but glance over at Ariane constantly, both to enjoy her, and to listen to her next piece of interesting information.
One place he had some mutual hobbies with Ariane was in history, and Ariane had devoured human history and mythology by the truck load once she'd gotten access to the Tear's internal comm net. Her reading speed and retention rate was truly something you had to see to believe.
She'd also proved she was quite crafty in the arts and crafts sense. After she'd found out about the minotaur of Greek myth, she'd set herself to work designing some new outfits that mixes ancient Greek and traditional Agela fashion, then partnered with Mama-san the Pavorus tailor aboard the Tear to produce them.
The result in this particular case was a stunning white dress that was just sheer enough in some places to be more than a little distracting, while not being at all lewd or erotic. Or anything but conservative by galactic standards.
Sure, with a slit in the skirt to her upper mid thigh, and some actual cleavage, she was showing off more skin than an Apuk girl might on average, but anything more than a micro bikini could be considered 'conservative' by galactic standards. Paired with her usual concealed shifter belt which showed off her waist and the sheer intensity of her curves in a delightfully subtle way, she'd then left her bountiful golden hair curly and put it up with a pair of pins.
The total effect between the colors of her body, her rich caramel skin, the blue of her eyes, her shining golden hair, and the various whites and creams of her not quite toga made her look the part of an actual goddess of Greek myth. Ari was an absolute gem of a woman, and was just as beautiful in sweat pants as she was all done up... but Sir David certainly appreciated the results when Ariane took the time to get all gussied up.
It was only due to David's sheer force of will and decades of self discipline that he wasn't all over her like a teenage boy on his prom date to use an American idiom. The temptation alone was... intense. The desire was strong.
Yet.
Sir David wanted to hold back. For his own sake. For Ariane's sake. He wanted to build a bond in more than mutual physical desire... and he had to remember what being... touched... was like. How to touch. How to accomplish the physical parts of being a lover.
He could hear Mary scolding him for ignoring her when she'd told him to seek out someone else to help keep his life fulfilled and happy... letting what were once well developed skills in how to be a partner, how to be a lover, how to be a friend in a context outside the military, atrophy deeply. Then again, could Mary have known just how badly her death was going to hurt him? She'd have likely scolded him for that too, but still. He just couldn't give the old girl up... and with Ariane around to stand next to the ghostly love of his life, and not in place of... well. Maybe Mary would forgive him for waiting just a little bit longer to find the right woman.
That more women could quite easily follow was... something that was becoming somewhat intriguing to David. There was, after all, near limitless potential in the galaxy.
Perhaps he was talking to Jerry too much about such things in the Ward Room after the female officers had mostly left for the evening, but the man made a persuasive, if somewhat self-serving argument in the name of plural marriage in the galaxy. Sir David himself didn't have a religious or moral objection to such things, and considering he already had more or less agreed with his... girlfriend for lack of a better term. Fiancée perhaps. That she would be his second wife per galactic terms, to respect the mother of his first children made the question of a third or fourth wife seem... much easier than simply considering a second. If the right woman showed up... why not?
"Oh! David! Look!"
Before David can be completely shaken from his thoughts he's been dragged through an ornate gate set into a stone wall into a garden. David's eyes wander the place and automatically map out the details. They're just passed through a stone wall onto a platform resting on what appeared to mostly be a natural hill, with a small set of steps leading down to the actual ground level and the stone path that ran through the grass.
The garden itself is quite large, and beautifully crafted with paths, not just of stone but within the plants themselves winding naturally through the stunning blooms and leading towards what appeared to be an altar at one end of the garden and a large set of stairs at the other.
The stairs lead up to a balcony, over which loomed a fortified building some distance behind it. David recognized it as an old fort, in a style endemic to older Apuk architecture that David had seen a few times with Ariane so far this morning while touring the Imperial district.
David makes his second sweep of the area, now looking for even more fine details this time around. Looking up a bit higher finds ten statues lining the area, each paying homage to a larger statue of a woman in armor behind the altar.
She was posed with a warblade that was nearly as long as she was tall, and she appeared to have been very tall in life, regardless of how the sculptor had scaled her up. Still, the detail in the sculpture was remarkable. The warrior woman's smile warmed the garden that was clearly a memorial like she was standing there with them that moment, no matter how long it had been since her death.
Ariane sighs with pleasure at both the exquisite sculptures around them, but also the skillful display of horticulture, taking a brief moment to sniff a vibrant blue bloom before pulling up her guide book.
"Let's see... Yes, this is the Memorial Garden of the First Battle Princess. Hmm. Some warning in the Apuk language I can't read, where's the... ah! Here we are!"
Ariane grins at her success at finding what she was looking for and starts to read the contents of the page to David.
"Princess Mira'Tok Crownborn was the title that she ended her life under many thousands of Centris standard years ago at the dawn of pre-space flight modern Apuk history. Mira'Tok was the first to receive a crown directly from the hand of the woman who would become the first Empress of Serbow, and is the predecessor of every battle princess to ever wear a crown."
The Agela woman's eyes glimmer as she continues to read, clearly excited by both the history and the craftsmanship around them.
"The statues displayed around her are her ten companions, her battle sisters... and there's a twelfth statue behind her, of the Sorcerer Dus'Kvun, her husband. Not to deemphasize him, but rather their display rotates with the Princess being displayed forward by day, and her husband by night when bioluminescent plants from the dark forest naturally light the garden up! Seems the statues automatically rotate into their different positions after sunset and at dawn. The guide suggests this was a commentary on the two halves of martial supremacy on Serbow... and a more traditional depiction of both male and female."
David arches an eyebrow and leans over to read over Ariane's shoulder a bit. "Really, she was the first? Interesting... How old is the statue then? It's incredible. Almost like she's about to start laughing and tell us a story about her adventures."
Ariane nods. "She was famous for doing just that. This garden is a few thousand years old, commissioned early in the current Imperial family's reign. Mira'Tok was named a... it's hard to pronounce it, so I'll just translate, a sword saint. So like the kensei from Japan on Earth that we discussed the other day. So Mira'Tok is a religious figure as well as a historical and martial figure. So this memorial garden was dedicated as an official war shrine of the Apuk Imperial military. What's the mean though?"
Ariane flicks through a few more screens, focused entirely on learning something new about the place they'd found themselves in.
"Here we go! As an Imperial War Shrine, the garden of the mausoleum plays host to a variety of ceremonies annually including the Empress praying for the Imperial military, officers being commissioned or promoted, and senior enlisted swearing fresh oaths of enlistment. To be offered or granted permission to swear your oaths in the garden is a significant honor and marks out either a highly distinguished, or extremely loyal individual with many years or service... or the type of fresh face who's on the fast track to bigger and better things. It's not automatic even for battle princesses who take up Imperial military service."
Ariane pushes her communicator towards David, pointing to a specific paragraph. "Ooh, look! Apparently it's not uncommon for the Empress to turn up unannounced and receive the oaths of those permitted to make their oaths in Mira'Tok's mausoleum personally."
Sir David raises an eyebrow at that. "Dear God, I don't think her majesty ever surprised anyone to take their oaths of service personally... though she did knight me and award me my Victoria cross personally, as was the standard of the age. To take an oath of service personally like that from her warriors. That's truly special for those Imperial officers and enlisted who are privileged to offer their oaths like that I'm sure. To make oaths of loyalty and service personally to your liege. Ye gods and little fishes, it's right out of a fairy tale!"
"I know! Isn't it great?" Ariane clearly suppresses a squeal, doing her best to remain respectfully calm in this sacred space.
Suddenly however, a concerning thought struck Sir David.
"Say, Ari, are there any issues with us being here as outsiders? This is, as you say, sacred ground."
Ariane puts her nose back in her communicator and reads through a few pages quickly.
"Well it says this shrine isn't considered super popular to visit because it's small and somewhat out of the way, though many warriors make pilgrimage here to entreat Mira'Tok's blessing and invoke her courage, so this part of the war shrine is proudly open to the public. Though offworld visitors are of course asked to be respectful to the gardens and the spirits of the Princess, her husband and her shield sisters. In fact... as a warrior yourself you should be able to access the inner shrine if you'd like. There's apparently some rare artifacts related to Mira'Tok, and there's usually a few Wardens, retired senior members of the Apuk Imperial forces, around who are always happy to chat with a fellow warrior. While they nominally guard the shrine, apparently they also give regular discussions and talks about the history of this place, the Imperial military, and Mira'Tok. It's by appointment only, but they also only need like thirty minutes notice."
David nods, looking around again and admiring some more of the sheer effort that had gone into this beautiful little slice of serenity in the capital.
"Sounds like we should register for one of their talks if they wouldn't mind an audience of two. Heh, registering for a tour from wardens of a tower in the capital city of an Empire. It's so familiar it's almost a touch nostalgic."
David gestures upwards at the tower that was clearly the inner shrine.
"It's just like the Tower of London back home in some ways, right down to the wardens. The Yeoman Warders of the Tower back on Earth are all retired senior enlisted military personnel. Next you'll tell me they keep a local species of black bird here. Still, this other part of the shrine, the inner shrine, I can gain access to it? But you made it sound like you couldn't? Why's that?"
David gazes over at the now blushing Ariane.
"No such luck on the black birds. As to the inner shrine... It. Ah. Access to the inner shrine is limited to warriors and their... well. It says husbands but considering you're the warrior I'm sure they'd make exception for your spouse but we aren't married and I-"
Sir David leans over, cups Ariane's cheek and chastely kisses her on the lips, a mark of affection Ariane eagerly returns with a loving sigh.
"Ooh..."
"Maybe I'm not so worried about that any more. Forgive an old man his foibles my dear... besides. I'd say you're at least my fiancée, and I. Well I don't want to presume, but I'd be. It."
David feels his tongue tangle a bit as he remembers he hadn't expressed a lot of his feelings on this subject to Ariane yet.
"I... Ari. I'd be a fool not to marry you. I think I might have done you a great disservice in not being more clear about that. I ah. Yes. It's. You're to be my wife. If you'll have me of course... Bollocks that came out wrong."
Ari looks back at David, her long lashes fluttering as she gives him a coy smile.
"You're impossible sometimes you know that?"
"I'm unfortunately aware."
"I love that about you. I suspect Mary did too. Yes David. I'm going to be your wife. You're going to be my husband. There's no need to ask, it's set in the stars and has been from the moment we first made eye contact when you came to rescue me. Because for all your desire to take it slow, I've utterly failed to honor your desires and I fall more and more in love with you with every passing minute of every passing day. How can I not? I'm a girl who loves fairy tales after all, and here at last is my gallant knight to carry me away. I do prefer the human style role swap honestly. Much more fun to be carried off on horseback by you instead of carrying you off. Makes me feel all delicate."
The first kiss was nice. The second kiss was like nothing else David had ever experienced in his life apart from kisses with Mary, and in that second kiss he wasn't worried about having to remember how to be a lover to someone anymore.
Ari's lips warmed him from the tips of his ears down to his toes, making him melt just slightly as they embrace among the flowers, which seem to bloom all the more brightly in the face of such a passionate act of mutual affection, turning up to the couple ever so slightly as if they were the sun itself.
Then the spell is broken by a sharp wolf whistle and a leering cackle from nearby.
"Hey sister, care to share some sugar?"
Three well dressed Apuk, with what David recognized as gang markings peeking over their collars or out of their sleeves saunter through the gate, slowly spreading out.
"Told you girls I smelled a man. Cute too... So what's the slice sister, you the first wife?"
"S-Second. I'm his second wife." Ariane stutters for a second but quickly gets more confident in her tone, her powerful body tensing.
One of the toughs, a woman with poorly maintained reddish purple locks, looks at the senior tough, a woman with vibrant green hair that's clearly much better taken care of.
"...Why are you asking? We just want to have a little fun right? Make this trip up to the Imperial district worth it?"
"Yep, and all the better if sister here is willing to share. Might even make some easy credits girlie."
Ariane tenses a bit more, as her cheeks color with what David recognizes as anger. Then he notices Ariane's hand subtly going towards the controls for her shifter belt.
"Did you seriously just ask me to whore my husband out to you dirtbags?"
"Hey now, dirt bag's a mean way to put it!" The gang leader's tone takes on an oily, play acting hurt tone as the three women begin to spread out a bit more. "Might just hurt my feelings, and you know girls, when my feelings are hurt there's just about only one thing that'll really quench the fire it starts in me."
"...Bout a liter of this bitch's blood boss?" Says the redhead again, leering at Ariane as she speaks.
The gang leader's smile gets extra toothy, making her look like she was part Cannidor for a moment.
"Yep, and a couple rounds with old boy over there while she bleeds out on the stone. Hey. Call some more of the girls over, I think this might end up being a grand old time."
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