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2015.02.25 19:30 weatherwar Michigan Fly Fishing
Whether you swing for steelhead in the Pere Marquette, cast dries for brookies on the Upper Manistee, or hunt for smallmouth on the Huron, /MichiganFlyFishing is the place to share. Post fishing reports, questions, pictures, or anything else related to fly fishing in Michigan.
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2013.10.19 04:23 ps4601 Backcountry Hunters and Anglers
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2023.06.04 05:21 guitarmanwithaplan Greater Frontiers: The Harbor Region States. Sorry for the cluttered presentation, I will make a digital remaster soon.
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2023.06.04 05:10 TheGrimSpartan1 New Leviathans
Some ideas for cool leviathans/non leviathan, share your own too, or ways i can improve my ideas!
Stalker, it doesnt do a lot of damage, but makes quiet spooky sounds, its unique trait is that it will stalk you outside of its biome and follow you around for a while, and attack when its close enough. Also possible like a chameleon where its camouflage changes depending on the biome. Its physical features should definitely focus around really spooky and intense eyes, that shimmer red and you can spot in the dark fairly easily, but go away shortly as it moves around and pops up elsewhere.
Angler, a large mouth leviathan that hides in the ground and when approached will swallow you whole, but you get a chance to knife it and spit you out. it also could have a lure like an angler fish that resembles a plant the player can use,
big boi, a super large leviathan that instantly kills you and smaller submersibles, but really wont attack you unless you provoke it.
Biggest dead boi, a dead leviathan that is an entire biome, like parts of the lost river but just on crack and just huge. You can find skeletonized bones of other leviathans and what else it ate beforw it died inside itself,
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Stalker, it doesnt do a lot of damage, but makes quiet spooky sounds, its unique trait is that it will stalk you outside of its biome and follow you around for a while, and attack when its close enough. Also possible like a chameleon where its camouflage changes depending on the biome. Its physical features should definitely focus around really spooky and intense eyes, that shimmer red and you can spot in the dark fairly easily, but go away shortly as it moves around and pops up elsewhere.
Angler, a large mouth leviathan that hides in the ground and when approached will swallow you whole, but you get a chance to knife it and spit you out. it also could have a lure like an angler fish that resembles a plant the player can use,
big boi, a super large leviathan that instantly kills you and smaller submersibles, but really wont attack you unless you provoke it.
Biggest dead boi, a dead leviathan that is an entire biome, like parts of the lost river but just on crack and just huge. You can find skeletonized bones of other leviathans and what else it ate beforw it died inside itself,
2023.06.04 05:06 Moose-N-Lobsta Does anyone have recommendations for $1500 price point?
Just looking for a kayak to get back into fishing thinking of spending $1500 give or take a few. Does anyone have any recommendations?
Mostly will be fishing lakes, but some slower moving rivers and creeks. Thanks in advance.
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Mostly will be fishing lakes, but some slower moving rivers and creeks. Thanks in advance.
2023.06.04 04:49 Zestyclose-Dot-1105 Phone stolen at Coachella, been getting tons of scam messages but today’s was threatening..
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2023.06.04 04:36 newspousenewblouse Pittsburgh Homebrew Groups
Hey all,
I'm a relatively new transplant to Pittsburgh and I'm trying to get some more information about the local homebrewing groups if anyone's got details.
I'm located in Pittsburgh city proper and it seems that there are basically two groups closeish to me:
Three Rivers Alliance of Serious Homebrewers (TRASH) and Three Rivers Underground Brewers (TRUB).
Anybody have any Intel on either of them? I've had non-Pittsburgh friends report wildly variable stories from their local homebrew groups (especially racism, sexism, homophobia, intense politics) and I'm definitely not into that sort of community.
I just like making beer and not being a jerk, or being around a bunch of jerks, you know?
So, oh mighty Reddit hive mind, I seek your wisdom!
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I'm a relatively new transplant to Pittsburgh and I'm trying to get some more information about the local homebrewing groups if anyone's got details.
I'm located in Pittsburgh city proper and it seems that there are basically two groups closeish to me:
Three Rivers Alliance of Serious Homebrewers (TRASH) and Three Rivers Underground Brewers (TRUB).
Anybody have any Intel on either of them? I've had non-Pittsburgh friends report wildly variable stories from their local homebrew groups (especially racism, sexism, homophobia, intense politics) and I'm definitely not into that sort of community.
I just like making beer and not being a jerk, or being around a bunch of jerks, you know?
So, oh mighty Reddit hive mind, I seek your wisdom!
2023.06.04 04:32 Calm-Drive-3090 Phone stolen at Coachella, been getting tons of scam messages but today’s was threatening..
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2023.06.04 04:28 vh8642 It has to mean something
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2023.06.04 04:01 CornerCornea Wedding Nightmares. Night Wedding.
I'm recently engaged to a beautiful woman named Larissa who makes my head swirl. Looks, personality, and a similar taste in food, I mean she had it all. For my birthday last year I got to drive one of those Lamborghinis across the track, and fire a round out of an Abram tank. A tank round! I'm not much of a gun aficionado, but a tank round!
Which was all the worst, when 3 weeks before the wedding I had to tell my drop dead gorgeous fiancée that I needed to leave for a couple of days.
It's not an easy thing for a bride to swallow: juggling food prep, alterations, cancellations, seating arrangements, two sides of the family, busy bodies, food allergies, one aunt that won't stop calling, and another one that keeps asking if her wearing white to our wedding as she's sort of the matriarch of the family was going to be a problem (side note: we told her multiple times that it was not okay). The list goes on, trust me.
So when she asked for an explanation. I had to tell her the truth no matter how terrible it sounded. It wouldn't feel right knowing that the precursor to our marriage was a lie.
"Is it kids? Oh God, do you have a little Jimmy running around somewhere? No, Jim. I can't handle this right now."
"Lars, what? No. It's not a kid."
She was peeling and stamping invitations in our tiny 625 square foot apartment. "Well then what is it? I thought we agreed to no bachelor parties. I thought. We agreed that those were for people who were ready for a wedding but not the marriage. I don't care if it's tradition." She stamped the envelop extra hard.
"No, it's nothing like that. Trust me." I shuddered just thinking about it. "It's not any kind of thing I would be doing if I didn't have to."
She glared at me, "But you have to."
I nodded.
The table shook again. "Okay. So spit it out." She handed me a few envelopes. "If it's not a kid. And it's not a bachelor party. Then what is it?" She scoffed, "It's not like you're married right?" Her smile slowly started leaving her face, "Oh my God." She crumpled an envelop against her forehead. "You've got to be kidding me."
"Larissa..."
"Don't you Larissa me!" She looked me right in the eye, "Tell me I'm not the other woman Jim!"
"Well not technically."
"What does that even mean," she exasperated. "Go on, tell me how it's not technically."
So several years ago I was straight out of college. I could have worked some menial desk job and climbed the corporate ladder. But the idea of never leaving my home town ate me up.
So when an ad for native English speakers to come teach on some remote island presented itself to me. I jumped at the opportunity. Next thing I know I was booking a one way ticket to begin my new life as an expat.
In my head, I thought I was going to land, check into my hotel, enjoy the sights, and come the first Monday walk to the nearest English Cram school and get a job on my good looks alone.
On Monday, the school I went to, the hallways were packed with other Americans, British, Australians, and I think some Canadian was squishing himself into one of the tiny student chairs. All waiting for a job interview.
The next place was like that as well.
So was the next.
By the end of the first week I was beat. Tired and defeated, I thought my luck had run out. So I did what any 20 something would in a brand new city. I hit the bars. I hit them hard.
After the last place kicked me out as they closed I was stumbling around trying to make my way back to the hotel. Grumbling, groggy eyed and trying not to vomit all over the street. When something shiny caught my eye.
It was a silk red purse with gold embroidery tied with a thick yarn. There weren't many people out this late. But everyone who passed by it acted as if it wasn't even there. Like they didn't see it or something.
The bag alone looked like it was worth something. At the time all I was thinking was that, maybe someone would trade a drink for it, as my pockets were empty and all I wanted was for my head to be the same way.
I stumbled as inconspicuously as possible, or as much a drunk guy could finesse and made my way toward the bag. Looking around the entire time, making sure no one was running up claiming that it was theirs, or worse calling me a thief and have me thrown in jail in a different country.
And when no one did, I finally scooped it up and untied it. To my surprise, the bag was filled with money. Bright colorful bills with huge figures even at the current exchange rate. And there was even gold. Some rubies. I took one out and bit into it, almost breaking my tooth.
I couldn't believe how my luck had changed. I flipped through the cash and realized that there was enough to fund my trip for a few extra weeks. AND get me a plane ticket back home. The jewelry even, seemed sizeable.
There I was in one of the lowest, darkest moments. And a pot of gold seemingly dropped out of the sky for me. Thoughts of finding its real owner never even occurred to me.
I was quickly pocketing the thing and planning to high tail it out of there when a frail old man approached me from the shadows. Now I had learned some of the language before hand, but I couldn't understand what he was saying.
He kept smiling though and patting my shoulder, spouting words so quickly that if they weren't already gibberish to me, they would still make no sense in my drunken state.
I fumbled the bag around before juggling it into the crook of my arm, in order to reach my phone to help translate what the hell the old guy was trying to tell me.
The translation caught him mid sentence but all I needed was to hear one word back then and I regurgitated the last couple of hours all over the sidewalk and blacked out.
When I came to, I was back at the hotel with a killer hang over. I was wondering how I made it back when I remembered faintly of the old man helping me. That's when I remembered the pouch and my eyes darted around the room and to my relief, "It wasn't just a dream." The pouch was there, full and plump with a few bills sticking out from the throat.
Next to it was a note, that I would later translate to read about a woman who had turned 18 that year. The numbers 3 and 13 were inscribed as well. Her approximate height, which seemed weird. I mean, why would they go through all this trouble and not just tell me her actual height? Her name, her sign, and her address.
I was completely fucking baffled at all of this information, when I suddenly remembered my phone. I pulled it out and looked up the last thing still on my screen, which was a translation from Google. It read: my future son-in-law. I am so happy you've agreed to marry my daughter. Don't forget to come to the wedding.
No wonder I passed the fuck out.
I shook my head and checked the purse again. Yeah there must have been close to 5 grand in there. Not including the gold, the rubies, or a jade piece I found at the bottom.
Whatever was going on. I had no clue. But I sure as hell wasn't about to get married to some girl I didn't know. Even if I did need the money.
So I used a bit of the cash to get a taxi to the address. When I arrived, the old man saw me from his courtyard. He was smiling and happy, pointing and calling for someone inside the house. A few seconds later a short lively woman appeared. And she was just as happy to see me.
I didn't know what was happening but next thing I do know was they surrounded me in a hug. Happy and joyous, bouncing and wobbling, enough for me to almost hurl again, which I did, except this time I swallowed it.
"Hey, I'm sorry. I don't know what's going on. But the note says something about marriage."
The pair looked at each other and exchanged a series of phrases. "Marriage," the old man finally enunciated.
I nodded. Then shook my head. "No, not marriage."
We went back and forth in a similar manner for awhile before the woman ran off to get someone. When she returned with a young man about 14 or 15, wearing glasses and sporting a bowl cut, he explained to me about the pouch.
"It's a tradition in this area for a ghost dowry. I think that is how you say it."
"A ghost dowry?"
"Yeah. In our area. When a daughter dies really young, especially as an infant. THe parents will start saving money for her ghost dowry. Because we believe that when she turns 18, she'll return and ask to be married off."
"You've got to be kidding me."
"No, it's quite common. Mostly everyone knows about it. Which is why they don't pick up the pouch. Not unless they're really in need of money."
"I'm really in need of cash kid, but I'm not about to get married. I'm especially not getting married to some...girl that passed away." I handed him the money but he wouldn't even touch it. Avoiding it like some kind of plague. I even tried handing it back to the old man but he kept pushing the pouch back at me and shaking his head.
The kid shrugged, "You can't give it back. Those are the rules. Once you've picked it up, you've accepted the dowry and MUST get married."
"Why me," I asked rhetorically.
"She chose you."
"What? Okay. Listen kid. What if I don't get married? Are they going to report me to the cops or sue me?"
"No."
"So I can just walk away?"
The kid shrugged again, "You'll be back."
"What?"
"I'm not sure. But from the stories I've heard. The groom to be always comes back. It might take awhile, but he does. Sometimes it's because he's traditional himself and his family tells him he must do the right thing. Other times he comes back because the girl won't leave him alone."
"Won't leave him alone?"
"Yeah. They say that the bride will come find the man at the hour of her birth, haunting him until he returns and agrees to fulfill his end of the bargain."
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah. Sure. I'm sure that's it kid. Either way. I can't take this money knowing what it's for." I put it on the table. "Please tell him that I wish their family luck in fulfilling their tradition. Also, tell them that I'm sorry for using some of the money for the cab fare. I had no other choice to return what is theirs."
The boy shrugged a third time, "It's yours now. You should take it. What are you going to do? Walk all the way back?"
"That's exactly what I'm going to do."
"It'll be dark by then," he added. "She could come find you."
"I'll be fine. And plus what if she was born in the day time?"
"They only come at the dark time of her birth hour. If she was born in the afternoon. She'll come at midnight," he shouted after me as I left.
I tried not to think about everything that's happened to me this past week as I walked back. But it wasn't a rocks throw by any stretch. Which gave me plenty of time to think. About my maxed out credit cards, the hotel stay winding out by the end of the week, and of course the wedding.
By the time that I got back to the hotel I was a tired, hot mess. I was also hungry and my feet were swollen as they were unused to the tropical heat. But I was sure glad that the showers were already paid up. I took an extra long one before crashing into my bed. Snacking on a candy bar I had brought from back home.
I turned on some tv and tried not to let the impending doom of being kicked out on the streets bother me too much. As a plan began brewing in my head on who I'd call in a few hours when it was morning stateside. A few people still owed me favors back home, which I hoped they would be good for, which I hoped was good enough to get me back home.
Several times I dozed off as the tv buzzed in the background. Each time I woke up staring at the bright red alarm clock blaring its red angry dashes at me. By the third or fourth time my head jerked me awake as it fell to my chest. I looked up to see the time on the clock. It was 3:12. When something clicked in my head and I fished for the note still in my back pocket.
Su-ru Yen
18 this year.
3:13
I stopped reading and glanced back up at the clock. The little kids words reaing in my ear. "She comes at her death hour."
I waited, not realizing that I was holding my breath until I felt my lungs start to burn.
In a blink the clock changed and I glanced around as if waiting for something to happen. But nothing happened. My stomach suddenly growled, echoing in the empty room and I laughed, "Maybe I should have just taken the money."
*dak dak*
Came a knock from the motel door.
*dak dak*
My heart was caught in my chest. The main artery was constricted and wouldn't let go.
*dak*
I was shaking in my bed, too afraid to move or answer the door.
*dak dak* *dak dak* *dak*
It went on like this a full 4 minutes before it stopped. WHen it had finally stopped I tried getting out of bed, but I couldn't. For a second I was afraid to look down, afraid that her hand would be there holding me in place so that we could elope.
But it was just my hand clenching the bed sheets so tightly that I couldn't budge. I had to use my other hand to pry my own fingers off in order to creep slowly to the door and look into the eyehole.
It felt blurry as I blinked my eye, trying to clear it. Tears had welled at the corners without me realizing it. I wiped them away and slowly, reluctantly bent down and stared into the peephole.
No one was there.
But for the next 3 days. My door would knock. It didn't matter if I was on the bed, or in the bathroom. The closet was the worst as the knocking felt like it was right against my face. It didn't even matter if I ran outside, as no one would be around within eyesight. The knocking would always find me.
On the fourth and last day of my stay. The door knocked right on time.
*dak dak* *dak dak* *dak*
I felt the familiar twinge in my chest and my body was numb all over. But this time I was determined to take a look. And finally catch whoever or whatever it was that was playing this cruel joke on me.
*dak dak* *dak dak* *dak*
I tried gettoung out of bed but I couldn't. I was too scared. Several times I glanced from the clock to the door. Afraid to take my eyes off the door for too long, afraid that she would come through it if I did. Afraid that I would miss her and she would haunt me forever. And as the clock started ticking down. I kept whsipering myself. "She's only here for four minutes. She's only here for four minutes." And it was almost 3:17.
Seconds before the clock changed I jumped out of bed. Determined to end this thing once and for all.
*dak dak* *dak dak* *dak*
I didn't have time to look through the door. Even if I did I was afraid if I saw something there. I'd be too chicken to open the door. So I tore the band aid right off and swung the door open wide.
There was no one there.
But then from my corner cornea, something caught my eyes. A trail of something translucent was dragging away. I tried to take a step after it but my first step out of the door stopped me dead. My foot was drenched wet and it felt sticky beneath my sock. The coldness of it traveled up my spine, and to this day I can only describe it as the feeling of something metal scraping across my vertebrate. By the time I looked up, the wisps were gone. ANd the trail it left behind was already drying.
That night I couldn't sleep a wink. I waited until morning came and took to the streets. Desperate to find the old couple's house. Stopping several times to ask for directions and circling around streets and street signs that I couldn't read until I heard a familiar voice.
"I told you you'd be back."
"Kid," I grabbed him.
"Whoa. You look like you've seen a ghost." His eyes grew wide as he looked me over. "So the stories are true!" He didn't waste any more time. "Come on," he called after me. Leading me down the street and to the old couples courtyard. The pouch was still on the table outside where I had left it days ago.
The kid knocked on the door and shouted until the old man answered. He was still in his sleeping clothes when he saw my face, and his demeanor completely changed. He was so happy to see me. Opening the door wider and ushering us inside.
"Tell him I want it to stop," I told the kid. "Tell him I want her to leave me alone."
The kid translated but the old man shook his head before speaking. The kid looked at me and said, "He says then 'Marry her'."
"I can't do that!"
"Then she'll never leave you alone."
"She just going to keep knocking on my door? Forever?"
The kid turned to the old man and told him in their language what I said. The old man gripped his cane and tapped it once lightly on the ground, almost as if he were proud, before he told the boy who then told me, "She's a kind and gentle soul. He knew she would be. If she's only knocking on your door so far."
"So far? So far? Okay. What? Fuck. So then what? What happens if I marry her?"
The kid asks the old man and after a few words were exchanged he turned to me, "Then you will be wed."
"yeah. I get that. But what does that really mean?"
The kid clicks his tongue, "From what I understand. I think it means you'll have to honor her every month."
"Honor her? How? Like make a sacrifice? A blood sacrifice or something?"
The kid laughed, "No. Just Bai Bai. I don't know how to say it. Pray?".
"Pray to her?"
"Acknowledge her. Talk to her wooden nameplate. It's what serves as a gravestone for our dead."
"So just pray to her once a month, and that's it?"
The kid talks to the old man for awhile before turning back to me. "Yeah. That, and you'll be blessed."
"Blessed?"
"Yeah. Not sure about that one."
"Okay. Fine. What else. Like what if I want a girlfriend someday. Or get married. Have kids. Can I not do that? Will she haunt me? Haunt them?"
The kid asks the old man before turning to me, "Not if you ask for her permission. In a ghost dowry, you're allowed to have concubines. As long as she is consulted first and agrees."
I shake my head, "This is fucking crazy."
The kid shrugs. I seem to get the feeling he likes to shrug. "It's either that or she keeps haunting you."
I mulled that over in my head. "Shit." I stomped around the courtyard. "Okay. Fine. Fine! What do I need to do?"
The kid looks up at the sky. "We'll have to prepare."
"What? But it's already late. I want to get it over with as soon as possible. I don't want to wait another night of her coming to my door."
The kid smiles, "Don't worry. You won't. This kind of wedding can only happen at night."
For the next several hours I waited. Watched as neighbors and family. Cousins. Came to help. Food was brought in. Large round tables were set outside the courtyard. A tailor came and measured me up, twice. Decorations were strung and the sun began to fall.
When night came, the people who had gathered were tired but pleased with themselves that they had finished. I was asked to change into my wedding clothes and to wait outside the door of the couple's house until called. The lanterns behind me burning and the smell of food wafted in the air.
I waited until the doors finally opened.
Inside I saw the old man and the old woman start constructing something before a traditional wooden shrine at the back of the room.
They started with the legs. Sewn pieces of white cloth. The torso. The arms. And finally the head. When it was put together, the couple slipped on a white dress over the effigy they had constructed. Then the old woman went off through one of the side doors and returned with a box. From inside the box she withdrew a folded blanket. It looked faded but the edges were crisp and completely clean. The old man reach into the box and removed a sickly green thread that seemed to stick to his fingers, from it hung tiny strands of black hair, which he stuck gently to the back of the effigy's head.
The woman threw the blanket over its face, covering it.
Then the old couple turned to me and beckoned me forward. I looked behind me and none of the other guests moved.
Even the kid stood next to the door, unwilling to step inside as I entered.
I walked slowly up, next to the effigy until we stood side by side.
The old woman turned toward the shrine where a wooden plaque stood at the table. On it were three character words that I couldn't read. And she began to speak, the kid behind us translated in suit.
"Dear daughter. Mother is glad that you're finally being wed off. Though Mother will miss you as a girl. I am so glad of the woman that you have become. I am so proud of you. Please, continue to make me proud." She sighed. "When you were born I was so happy. Even if you only lived for a few short minutes. And I am sorry that the fates have been cruel to you. But I am thankful that they at least showed mercy enough to give you a husband. Take care my sweet girl."
"We love you," the father finished.
The old couple hands me a bowl. Inside are small boba looking balls swimming in a clear soup.
The kid behind me, "It's tradition to take a bite, and then feed your bride."
I looked at the old couple and they nodded at me, motioning for me to eat. I dipped my spoon in and took a mouthful. Chewing slowly. And swallowing.
Then they motioned for me to feed her.
I dipped my spoon again. And awkwardly raised it towards her. Slipping it under her veil to where her lips would be. Pretending to feed her.
Now I watched them put this thing together. Besides the creepy hair and the swabbing cloth for a veil. It was nothing more than cloth and stuff. I knew this.
At least that was what I thought until I heard it chew.
I could hear her jaws sticking as they moved up and down. The room was dark but signs of the veil moving completely terrified me. I couldn't even hear the people breathing behind me or the lanterns burning. All I could hear was her chewing.
When she finished. There was silence. Then everyone cheered.
After that, it was like any normal wedding I had attended. The guests poured in and I shook just about everyone's hand. Hugging complete strangers. My new parents. And even the kid.
Then we ate and drank, for almost a week. Someone was sent to get my things from the hotel and I stayed with my in-laws for the remainder of my stay. Which turned out to be several years. Because the following week I was offered as job as an English instructor at a nearby school.
I was told the principal owed the old couple a favor, but something told me that it wasn't the whole story.
I enjoyed my work at the school but didn't stay for long. As I started traveling to film a documentary about the local cuisine after a few of my YouTube videos mysteriously went viral as an expat who tried weird but delicious treats.
Eventually, my in-laws passed away. First it was mom. And four days later dad followed suit. I lived alone in the house for awhile, before I hit the jackpot at the weekly supermarket draw from one of my receipts. That, along with selling the house, was enough for me to go back to America and start a brand new life. Where I opened several shabu shabu restaurants that were met with great success.
"Eventually meeting you during one of my rounds."
My fiancée who had been listening to my story slack jawed the entire time couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Bull-fucking-shit!" She slapped me playfully across the arm. "You are such a good fucking liar!" She laughed. "I've always heard about guys not wanting to help out about the wedding arrangements. But this one takes the fucking cake. I'm going to post this in the group chat tomorrow. Bra-vo."
I laughed with her. "Yeah. That's it. It's just a great story."
"Now finish this up and let's go upstairs," she commanded. We stamped the last envelopes and went to bed. She was still laughing sporadically as I closed the door to our bedroom. "Knock knock," she joked.
I humored her, "Knock knock."
And we watched tv until she fell asleep.
I made sure she was sound asleep, before I gently crawled out of bed and put on my slippers. Softly opening the door and closing it behind me as I walked through the house. Down to the first floor. Then to the basement. Where I pulled the key I kept around my neck and slipped it into the lock.
Inside the basement was bare, except for two chairs and some boxes that I had taken from the old house, and the table, and the small wooden plaque that had my first wife's name inscribed on it in her native language.
"I'm going to get married soon," I told her. "She's a great person. Funny. Beautiful. And devoted. Kind of like you." I held the wood plaque in my hands. "I hope you approve." I waited as if she would answer. But she didn't. Never in all the years we've been married. "I can't go back home to ask for your permission. But I hope that this is enough." I looked at her name, almost longingly. As I had grown quite attached to our time together. "And I hope that this will be the last time we talk as I move on with my life. Thank you so much," I told her as I put her away."
Months flew by, and I never revisited the basement. Knowing full well that I had missed our visiting days. Though I'd often catch myself talking to her on some tough days. But nothing bad happened, by not seeing her plaque. Nothing bad at all.
Soon the wedding day was upon us. And it was a great party, as great as the best there ever was. Great good. Great company. And tons and tons of alcohol.
Larissa and I were giggling at the end of it, drunk as we stumbled upstairs from the venue to the presidential suite. Laughing all the way, kissing, barely able to keep our hands off each other as we got into our room.
My new bride pushed herself off me as we entered the threshold, and sprawled herself on the bed. Her legs rubbing against each other as her eyes invited me to come closer. I propped a knee on the bed to join her.
*dak dak*
We both shot our eyes to the door and then at the table side where the clock blared at us an angry red of 3:13.
Larissa looked up at me with a horrified look. I could see her bottom lip quivering.
"Hello," I called out. With my back to the door. "Sam? Bobby?" But no one answered. "Room service?"
*dak dak*
*dak*
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Which was all the worst, when 3 weeks before the wedding I had to tell my drop dead gorgeous fiancée that I needed to leave for a couple of days.
It's not an easy thing for a bride to swallow: juggling food prep, alterations, cancellations, seating arrangements, two sides of the family, busy bodies, food allergies, one aunt that won't stop calling, and another one that keeps asking if her wearing white to our wedding as she's sort of the matriarch of the family was going to be a problem (side note: we told her multiple times that it was not okay). The list goes on, trust me.
So when she asked for an explanation. I had to tell her the truth no matter how terrible it sounded. It wouldn't feel right knowing that the precursor to our marriage was a lie.
"Is it kids? Oh God, do you have a little Jimmy running around somewhere? No, Jim. I can't handle this right now."
"Lars, what? No. It's not a kid."
She was peeling and stamping invitations in our tiny 625 square foot apartment. "Well then what is it? I thought we agreed to no bachelor parties. I thought. We agreed that those were for people who were ready for a wedding but not the marriage. I don't care if it's tradition." She stamped the envelop extra hard.
"No, it's nothing like that. Trust me." I shuddered just thinking about it. "It's not any kind of thing I would be doing if I didn't have to."
She glared at me, "But you have to."
I nodded.
The table shook again. "Okay. So spit it out." She handed me a few envelopes. "If it's not a kid. And it's not a bachelor party. Then what is it?" She scoffed, "It's not like you're married right?" Her smile slowly started leaving her face, "Oh my God." She crumpled an envelop against her forehead. "You've got to be kidding me."
"Larissa..."
"Don't you Larissa me!" She looked me right in the eye, "Tell me I'm not the other woman Jim!"
"Well not technically."
"What does that even mean," she exasperated. "Go on, tell me how it's not technically."
So several years ago I was straight out of college. I could have worked some menial desk job and climbed the corporate ladder. But the idea of never leaving my home town ate me up.
So when an ad for native English speakers to come teach on some remote island presented itself to me. I jumped at the opportunity. Next thing I know I was booking a one way ticket to begin my new life as an expat.
In my head, I thought I was going to land, check into my hotel, enjoy the sights, and come the first Monday walk to the nearest English Cram school and get a job on my good looks alone.
On Monday, the school I went to, the hallways were packed with other Americans, British, Australians, and I think some Canadian was squishing himself into one of the tiny student chairs. All waiting for a job interview.
The next place was like that as well.
So was the next.
By the end of the first week I was beat. Tired and defeated, I thought my luck had run out. So I did what any 20 something would in a brand new city. I hit the bars. I hit them hard.
After the last place kicked me out as they closed I was stumbling around trying to make my way back to the hotel. Grumbling, groggy eyed and trying not to vomit all over the street. When something shiny caught my eye.
It was a silk red purse with gold embroidery tied with a thick yarn. There weren't many people out this late. But everyone who passed by it acted as if it wasn't even there. Like they didn't see it or something.
The bag alone looked like it was worth something. At the time all I was thinking was that, maybe someone would trade a drink for it, as my pockets were empty and all I wanted was for my head to be the same way.
I stumbled as inconspicuously as possible, or as much a drunk guy could finesse and made my way toward the bag. Looking around the entire time, making sure no one was running up claiming that it was theirs, or worse calling me a thief and have me thrown in jail in a different country.
And when no one did, I finally scooped it up and untied it. To my surprise, the bag was filled with money. Bright colorful bills with huge figures even at the current exchange rate. And there was even gold. Some rubies. I took one out and bit into it, almost breaking my tooth.
I couldn't believe how my luck had changed. I flipped through the cash and realized that there was enough to fund my trip for a few extra weeks. AND get me a plane ticket back home. The jewelry even, seemed sizeable.
There I was in one of the lowest, darkest moments. And a pot of gold seemingly dropped out of the sky for me. Thoughts of finding its real owner never even occurred to me.
I was quickly pocketing the thing and planning to high tail it out of there when a frail old man approached me from the shadows. Now I had learned some of the language before hand, but I couldn't understand what he was saying.
He kept smiling though and patting my shoulder, spouting words so quickly that if they weren't already gibberish to me, they would still make no sense in my drunken state.
I fumbled the bag around before juggling it into the crook of my arm, in order to reach my phone to help translate what the hell the old guy was trying to tell me.
The translation caught him mid sentence but all I needed was to hear one word back then and I regurgitated the last couple of hours all over the sidewalk and blacked out.
When I came to, I was back at the hotel with a killer hang over. I was wondering how I made it back when I remembered faintly of the old man helping me. That's when I remembered the pouch and my eyes darted around the room and to my relief, "It wasn't just a dream." The pouch was there, full and plump with a few bills sticking out from the throat.
Next to it was a note, that I would later translate to read about a woman who had turned 18 that year. The numbers 3 and 13 were inscribed as well. Her approximate height, which seemed weird. I mean, why would they go through all this trouble and not just tell me her actual height? Her name, her sign, and her address.
I was completely fucking baffled at all of this information, when I suddenly remembered my phone. I pulled it out and looked up the last thing still on my screen, which was a translation from Google. It read: my future son-in-law. I am so happy you've agreed to marry my daughter. Don't forget to come to the wedding.
No wonder I passed the fuck out.
I shook my head and checked the purse again. Yeah there must have been close to 5 grand in there. Not including the gold, the rubies, or a jade piece I found at the bottom.
Whatever was going on. I had no clue. But I sure as hell wasn't about to get married to some girl I didn't know. Even if I did need the money.
So I used a bit of the cash to get a taxi to the address. When I arrived, the old man saw me from his courtyard. He was smiling and happy, pointing and calling for someone inside the house. A few seconds later a short lively woman appeared. And she was just as happy to see me.
I didn't know what was happening but next thing I do know was they surrounded me in a hug. Happy and joyous, bouncing and wobbling, enough for me to almost hurl again, which I did, except this time I swallowed it.
"Hey, I'm sorry. I don't know what's going on. But the note says something about marriage."
The pair looked at each other and exchanged a series of phrases. "Marriage," the old man finally enunciated.
I nodded. Then shook my head. "No, not marriage."
We went back and forth in a similar manner for awhile before the woman ran off to get someone. When she returned with a young man about 14 or 15, wearing glasses and sporting a bowl cut, he explained to me about the pouch.
"It's a tradition in this area for a ghost dowry. I think that is how you say it."
"A ghost dowry?"
"Yeah. In our area. When a daughter dies really young, especially as an infant. THe parents will start saving money for her ghost dowry. Because we believe that when she turns 18, she'll return and ask to be married off."
"You've got to be kidding me."
"No, it's quite common. Mostly everyone knows about it. Which is why they don't pick up the pouch. Not unless they're really in need of money."
"I'm really in need of cash kid, but I'm not about to get married. I'm especially not getting married to some...girl that passed away." I handed him the money but he wouldn't even touch it. Avoiding it like some kind of plague. I even tried handing it back to the old man but he kept pushing the pouch back at me and shaking his head.
The kid shrugged, "You can't give it back. Those are the rules. Once you've picked it up, you've accepted the dowry and MUST get married."
"Why me," I asked rhetorically.
"She chose you."
"What? Okay. Listen kid. What if I don't get married? Are they going to report me to the cops or sue me?"
"No."
"So I can just walk away?"
The kid shrugged again, "You'll be back."
"What?"
"I'm not sure. But from the stories I've heard. The groom to be always comes back. It might take awhile, but he does. Sometimes it's because he's traditional himself and his family tells him he must do the right thing. Other times he comes back because the girl won't leave him alone."
"Won't leave him alone?"
"Yeah. They say that the bride will come find the man at the hour of her birth, haunting him until he returns and agrees to fulfill his end of the bargain."
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah. Sure. I'm sure that's it kid. Either way. I can't take this money knowing what it's for." I put it on the table. "Please tell him that I wish their family luck in fulfilling their tradition. Also, tell them that I'm sorry for using some of the money for the cab fare. I had no other choice to return what is theirs."
The boy shrugged a third time, "It's yours now. You should take it. What are you going to do? Walk all the way back?"
"That's exactly what I'm going to do."
"It'll be dark by then," he added. "She could come find you."
"I'll be fine. And plus what if she was born in the day time?"
"They only come at the dark time of her birth hour. If she was born in the afternoon. She'll come at midnight," he shouted after me as I left.
I tried not to think about everything that's happened to me this past week as I walked back. But it wasn't a rocks throw by any stretch. Which gave me plenty of time to think. About my maxed out credit cards, the hotel stay winding out by the end of the week, and of course the wedding.
By the time that I got back to the hotel I was a tired, hot mess. I was also hungry and my feet were swollen as they were unused to the tropical heat. But I was sure glad that the showers were already paid up. I took an extra long one before crashing into my bed. Snacking on a candy bar I had brought from back home.
I turned on some tv and tried not to let the impending doom of being kicked out on the streets bother me too much. As a plan began brewing in my head on who I'd call in a few hours when it was morning stateside. A few people still owed me favors back home, which I hoped they would be good for, which I hoped was good enough to get me back home.
Several times I dozed off as the tv buzzed in the background. Each time I woke up staring at the bright red alarm clock blaring its red angry dashes at me. By the third or fourth time my head jerked me awake as it fell to my chest. I looked up to see the time on the clock. It was 3:12. When something clicked in my head and I fished for the note still in my back pocket.
Su-ru Yen
18 this year.
3:13
I stopped reading and glanced back up at the clock. The little kids words reaing in my ear. "She comes at her death hour."
I waited, not realizing that I was holding my breath until I felt my lungs start to burn.
In a blink the clock changed and I glanced around as if waiting for something to happen. But nothing happened. My stomach suddenly growled, echoing in the empty room and I laughed, "Maybe I should have just taken the money."
*dak dak*
Came a knock from the motel door.
*dak dak*
My heart was caught in my chest. The main artery was constricted and wouldn't let go.
*dak*
I was shaking in my bed, too afraid to move or answer the door.
*dak dak* *dak dak* *dak*
It went on like this a full 4 minutes before it stopped. WHen it had finally stopped I tried getting out of bed, but I couldn't. For a second I was afraid to look down, afraid that her hand would be there holding me in place so that we could elope.
But it was just my hand clenching the bed sheets so tightly that I couldn't budge. I had to use my other hand to pry my own fingers off in order to creep slowly to the door and look into the eyehole.
It felt blurry as I blinked my eye, trying to clear it. Tears had welled at the corners without me realizing it. I wiped them away and slowly, reluctantly bent down and stared into the peephole.
No one was there.
But for the next 3 days. My door would knock. It didn't matter if I was on the bed, or in the bathroom. The closet was the worst as the knocking felt like it was right against my face. It didn't even matter if I ran outside, as no one would be around within eyesight. The knocking would always find me.
On the fourth and last day of my stay. The door knocked right on time.
*dak dak* *dak dak* *dak*
I felt the familiar twinge in my chest and my body was numb all over. But this time I was determined to take a look. And finally catch whoever or whatever it was that was playing this cruel joke on me.
*dak dak* *dak dak* *dak*
I tried gettoung out of bed but I couldn't. I was too scared. Several times I glanced from the clock to the door. Afraid to take my eyes off the door for too long, afraid that she would come through it if I did. Afraid that I would miss her and she would haunt me forever. And as the clock started ticking down. I kept whsipering myself. "She's only here for four minutes. She's only here for four minutes." And it was almost 3:17.
Seconds before the clock changed I jumped out of bed. Determined to end this thing once and for all.
*dak dak* *dak dak* *dak*
I didn't have time to look through the door. Even if I did I was afraid if I saw something there. I'd be too chicken to open the door. So I tore the band aid right off and swung the door open wide.
There was no one there.
But then from my corner cornea, something caught my eyes. A trail of something translucent was dragging away. I tried to take a step after it but my first step out of the door stopped me dead. My foot was drenched wet and it felt sticky beneath my sock. The coldness of it traveled up my spine, and to this day I can only describe it as the feeling of something metal scraping across my vertebrate. By the time I looked up, the wisps were gone. ANd the trail it left behind was already drying.
That night I couldn't sleep a wink. I waited until morning came and took to the streets. Desperate to find the old couple's house. Stopping several times to ask for directions and circling around streets and street signs that I couldn't read until I heard a familiar voice.
"I told you you'd be back."
"Kid," I grabbed him.
"Whoa. You look like you've seen a ghost." His eyes grew wide as he looked me over. "So the stories are true!" He didn't waste any more time. "Come on," he called after me. Leading me down the street and to the old couples courtyard. The pouch was still on the table outside where I had left it days ago.
The kid knocked on the door and shouted until the old man answered. He was still in his sleeping clothes when he saw my face, and his demeanor completely changed. He was so happy to see me. Opening the door wider and ushering us inside.
"Tell him I want it to stop," I told the kid. "Tell him I want her to leave me alone."
The kid translated but the old man shook his head before speaking. The kid looked at me and said, "He says then 'Marry her'."
"I can't do that!"
"Then she'll never leave you alone."
"She just going to keep knocking on my door? Forever?"
The kid turned to the old man and told him in their language what I said. The old man gripped his cane and tapped it once lightly on the ground, almost as if he were proud, before he told the boy who then told me, "She's a kind and gentle soul. He knew she would be. If she's only knocking on your door so far."
"So far? So far? Okay. What? Fuck. So then what? What happens if I marry her?"
The kid asks the old man and after a few words were exchanged he turned to me, "Then you will be wed."
"yeah. I get that. But what does that really mean?"
The kid clicks his tongue, "From what I understand. I think it means you'll have to honor her every month."
"Honor her? How? Like make a sacrifice? A blood sacrifice or something?"
The kid laughed, "No. Just Bai Bai. I don't know how to say it. Pray?".
"Pray to her?"
"Acknowledge her. Talk to her wooden nameplate. It's what serves as a gravestone for our dead."
"So just pray to her once a month, and that's it?"
The kid talks to the old man for awhile before turning back to me. "Yeah. That, and you'll be blessed."
"Blessed?"
"Yeah. Not sure about that one."
"Okay. Fine. What else. Like what if I want a girlfriend someday. Or get married. Have kids. Can I not do that? Will she haunt me? Haunt them?"
The kid asks the old man before turning to me, "Not if you ask for her permission. In a ghost dowry, you're allowed to have concubines. As long as she is consulted first and agrees."
I shake my head, "This is fucking crazy."
The kid shrugs. I seem to get the feeling he likes to shrug. "It's either that or she keeps haunting you."
I mulled that over in my head. "Shit." I stomped around the courtyard. "Okay. Fine. Fine! What do I need to do?"
The kid looks up at the sky. "We'll have to prepare."
"What? But it's already late. I want to get it over with as soon as possible. I don't want to wait another night of her coming to my door."
The kid smiles, "Don't worry. You won't. This kind of wedding can only happen at night."
For the next several hours I waited. Watched as neighbors and family. Cousins. Came to help. Food was brought in. Large round tables were set outside the courtyard. A tailor came and measured me up, twice. Decorations were strung and the sun began to fall.
When night came, the people who had gathered were tired but pleased with themselves that they had finished. I was asked to change into my wedding clothes and to wait outside the door of the couple's house until called. The lanterns behind me burning and the smell of food wafted in the air.
I waited until the doors finally opened.
Inside I saw the old man and the old woman start constructing something before a traditional wooden shrine at the back of the room.
They started with the legs. Sewn pieces of white cloth. The torso. The arms. And finally the head. When it was put together, the couple slipped on a white dress over the effigy they had constructed. Then the old woman went off through one of the side doors and returned with a box. From inside the box she withdrew a folded blanket. It looked faded but the edges were crisp and completely clean. The old man reach into the box and removed a sickly green thread that seemed to stick to his fingers, from it hung tiny strands of black hair, which he stuck gently to the back of the effigy's head.
The woman threw the blanket over its face, covering it.
Then the old couple turned to me and beckoned me forward. I looked behind me and none of the other guests moved.
Even the kid stood next to the door, unwilling to step inside as I entered.
I walked slowly up, next to the effigy until we stood side by side.
The old woman turned toward the shrine where a wooden plaque stood at the table. On it were three character words that I couldn't read. And she began to speak, the kid behind us translated in suit.
"Dear daughter. Mother is glad that you're finally being wed off. Though Mother will miss you as a girl. I am so glad of the woman that you have become. I am so proud of you. Please, continue to make me proud." She sighed. "When you were born I was so happy. Even if you only lived for a few short minutes. And I am sorry that the fates have been cruel to you. But I am thankful that they at least showed mercy enough to give you a husband. Take care my sweet girl."
"We love you," the father finished.
The old couple hands me a bowl. Inside are small boba looking balls swimming in a clear soup.
The kid behind me, "It's tradition to take a bite, and then feed your bride."
I looked at the old couple and they nodded at me, motioning for me to eat. I dipped my spoon in and took a mouthful. Chewing slowly. And swallowing.
Then they motioned for me to feed her.
I dipped my spoon again. And awkwardly raised it towards her. Slipping it under her veil to where her lips would be. Pretending to feed her.
Now I watched them put this thing together. Besides the creepy hair and the swabbing cloth for a veil. It was nothing more than cloth and stuff. I knew this.
At least that was what I thought until I heard it chew.
I could hear her jaws sticking as they moved up and down. The room was dark but signs of the veil moving completely terrified me. I couldn't even hear the people breathing behind me or the lanterns burning. All I could hear was her chewing.
When she finished. There was silence. Then everyone cheered.
After that, it was like any normal wedding I had attended. The guests poured in and I shook just about everyone's hand. Hugging complete strangers. My new parents. And even the kid.
Then we ate and drank, for almost a week. Someone was sent to get my things from the hotel and I stayed with my in-laws for the remainder of my stay. Which turned out to be several years. Because the following week I was offered as job as an English instructor at a nearby school.
I was told the principal owed the old couple a favor, but something told me that it wasn't the whole story.
I enjoyed my work at the school but didn't stay for long. As I started traveling to film a documentary about the local cuisine after a few of my YouTube videos mysteriously went viral as an expat who tried weird but delicious treats.
Eventually, my in-laws passed away. First it was mom. And four days later dad followed suit. I lived alone in the house for awhile, before I hit the jackpot at the weekly supermarket draw from one of my receipts. That, along with selling the house, was enough for me to go back to America and start a brand new life. Where I opened several shabu shabu restaurants that were met with great success.
"Eventually meeting you during one of my rounds."
My fiancée who had been listening to my story slack jawed the entire time couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Bull-fucking-shit!" She slapped me playfully across the arm. "You are such a good fucking liar!" She laughed. "I've always heard about guys not wanting to help out about the wedding arrangements. But this one takes the fucking cake. I'm going to post this in the group chat tomorrow. Bra-vo."
I laughed with her. "Yeah. That's it. It's just a great story."
"Now finish this up and let's go upstairs," she commanded. We stamped the last envelopes and went to bed. She was still laughing sporadically as I closed the door to our bedroom. "Knock knock," she joked.
I humored her, "Knock knock."
And we watched tv until she fell asleep.
I made sure she was sound asleep, before I gently crawled out of bed and put on my slippers. Softly opening the door and closing it behind me as I walked through the house. Down to the first floor. Then to the basement. Where I pulled the key I kept around my neck and slipped it into the lock.
Inside the basement was bare, except for two chairs and some boxes that I had taken from the old house, and the table, and the small wooden plaque that had my first wife's name inscribed on it in her native language.
"I'm going to get married soon," I told her. "She's a great person. Funny. Beautiful. And devoted. Kind of like you." I held the wood plaque in my hands. "I hope you approve." I waited as if she would answer. But she didn't. Never in all the years we've been married. "I can't go back home to ask for your permission. But I hope that this is enough." I looked at her name, almost longingly. As I had grown quite attached to our time together. "And I hope that this will be the last time we talk as I move on with my life. Thank you so much," I told her as I put her away."
Months flew by, and I never revisited the basement. Knowing full well that I had missed our visiting days. Though I'd often catch myself talking to her on some tough days. But nothing bad happened, by not seeing her plaque. Nothing bad at all.
Soon the wedding day was upon us. And it was a great party, as great as the best there ever was. Great good. Great company. And tons and tons of alcohol.
Larissa and I were giggling at the end of it, drunk as we stumbled upstairs from the venue to the presidential suite. Laughing all the way, kissing, barely able to keep our hands off each other as we got into our room.
My new bride pushed herself off me as we entered the threshold, and sprawled herself on the bed. Her legs rubbing against each other as her eyes invited me to come closer. I propped a knee on the bed to join her.
*dak dak*
We both shot our eyes to the door and then at the table side where the clock blared at us an angry red of 3:13.
Larissa looked up at me with a horrified look. I could see her bottom lip quivering.
"Hello," I called out. With my back to the door. "Sam? Bobby?" But no one answered. "Room service?"
*dak dak*
*dak*
2023.06.04 03:55 SerialGhost First time TNT: Evilution on UV (map review)
I don't know why it has taken me until 2023 to playthrough TNT: Evilution, I love Doom... I've dabbled in some mods and wads here and there, played Sigil, No Rest for the Living, Doom 2 dozens and dozens of times. Decided to finally sit down and see what TNT is all about, no idea if I'll ever play Plutonia... I'm a bit Doomed out for awhile after finishing TNT. Well, from someone who went into this megawad mostly blind, here is what I think of the maps...
Map 01: System Control Rating: 7/10 Decent starting map, not overly complex or difficult. Grabbing the Berserk at the start to clear out the first parts of the map is a pretty satisfying way to get things started. Though there is an "outside" area of the map, most of it feels a bit claustrophobic and some of the rooms are just a bit too tight and compact. Fair and reasonable amount of ammo and health.
Map 02: Human BBQ Rating: 6/10 There are some interesting ideas on this map, but gameplay wise they don't really make for a satisfying experience. Couple big ambushes, but thankfully they aren't terribly unfair. Jumping out the window to get onto the area with the yellow/blue keys is kinda neat, but sometimes you need to waste time trying again when you don't make the jump.
Map03: Power Control Rating 6/10 Fairly standard TechBase, outdoor "ring" area is nicely designed but not overly special or unique. Not bad gameplay throughout, but just nothing stands out as super exciting on this map. Archvile near the blue key (I think?) was a neat little surprise.
Map04: Wormhole 7.5/10 Neat design and a very cool overall concept, unfortunately it feels like you have to specifically go out of your way to 100 percent the map, as some areas are somewhat unnecessary. Kind of scary/annoying fighting some of those revenants in such close quarters but still I thought it was a decently unique map.
Map05: Hanger 7/10 Lots of very tight and confusing corridors and a big wide open area fight. Nicely designed with some nasty traps. Not sure why but I enjoyed this one, even if it wasn't super special. Blue Key with the Revenant ambush was fun.
Map06: Open Season 8/10 I really liked this one, the big reactor concept was very cool and I really appreciate designs that feel a bit less abstract while keeping gameplay mostly intact. Ledge walking to get the Yellow Key is slightly annoying but this was still fun to explore.
Map07: Prison 5/10 Really don't like the outdoor section, as clearing out the hitscanners and other enemies to make it safe enough to explore is just too tedious for me. Its just a bit too wide open, and I don't always enjoy that in Doom gameplay. Big cage arena is fun if you have the invulnerability but I somehow missed it my first time and got fucked. Not fun lol.
Map08: Metal 4.5/10 Big rooms loaded with enemies. The one with the imps in cages has a cool aesthetic but by the time you finish the map you are absolutely exhausted from the tedious open room fights with chaingunners and specters standing in your way. Ugh. Just not for me.
Map09: Stronghold 6.5/10 Lots of nasty traps and difficult maps, man this one gave me trouble. There were some cool map design tricks and elements to the map that boosted the rating because despite being yet another techbase, it had a pretty neat layout.
Map10: Redemption 7.5/10 Really liked this one, tight design, short, sweet and to the point with a few tough and surprising encounters. Plenty of health laying around, so the really tough fights aren't too bad as long as you can survive them. I do wish there was maybe just one more room or encounter just to make it slightly longer but still a nice map.
Map11: Storage Facility 3/10 I have a love/hate thing with box mazes, big ass warehouse looking maps. The outside security checkpoints are very clever and look really nice but man the indoor box section is so bad. Just not my taste.
Map12: Crater 7/10 Good one. Some big open areas that I usually don't like but the fights didn't feel tedious or unfair like Metal or some of the others. Really fun to explore the map, though I don't think I really cared for the tunnel area with the water running through. Very decent, but not special.
Map13: Nukage Processing 8.5/10 Love the central hub with the slime/nukage. Another big outdoor area, but the tough fight here leads to a very satisfying CyberDemon fight that I quite enjoyed. Big storage vat of the green stuff fit the theme of the map really well. Just a really nicely designed map with the right level of difficulty.
Map14: Steel Works 7/10 Clever design. Grab your chaingun and go to town. I tend not to like crushers very much, and though you do get a set of goggles, the map has just a bit too much darkness and tricky to navigate spots. Nice to see a Mastermind, but the room wasnt set up very well to make a fun encounter. Cool concepts, but the gameplay wasn't always great.
Map15: Dead Zone 6.5/10 Tough one to rate, as the big fort is very neatly designed but window chaingunners are sometimes just a bit too annoying when navigating the perimeter. Some of the map progression is a bit unclear (how to open things, the switches, etc). In theory I liked the design but I ended up just not liking the gameplay much.
Map16: Deepest Reaches 5/10 An incoherent design when compared with the rest of TNT up to this point. The switch/platforming puzzle near the end was cool but it didn't make up for the rather bland canyon and cliffside sections. The fights weren't bad at all but just something about the design feels really bland compared to the other maps.
Map17: Processing Area 9/10 Fantastic. Clear, easy to understand design with a whole mess of dangerous encounters and enemies. Tight and compact but intricate enough to include lots of cool details. Great balance of exploration and good encounters. Exactly my cup of tea.
Map18: Mill 2/10 Fuck this map. I get what they were going for with the switch puzzle in the big blue CPU core looking room but I didn't like the implementation of it. Lots of pointless, annoying or otherwise confusing rooms. Final area is pretty neat but man I just had such a difficult time with it.
Map19: Shipping Respawning 10/10 (!) I hear this map isn't well liked, but man I love this one despite not generally liking rooms with boxes in them. So many little details in this map, the office room, the conveyor belt, the little truck outside. A super coherent map design by Doom's generally more abstracted levels. Easily my favorite TNT map.
Map20: Central Processing 9/10 God damn this map is brutal, and although it has some elements I normally don't like... the scale of the map, the ridiculous encounters and traps and the level of challenge were just awesome in my eyes. Last big outdoor series of encounters can be damn hard but delivered that sigh of relief and accomplishment once done. What a map.
Map21: Administration Center 6/10 I love central hubs, and having the keys be in that center slime pit was cool but I don't like being almost forced to touch damaging floors while trying to dodge revenants. Outdoor section didn't have enough interesting details to make the fights pleasing. Exploring the map was pretty fun but near the end I was getting exhausted with imp spamming fireballs at me while dealing with everything else going on.
Map22: Habitat 4/10 Just a pointless map, most of it can be skipped entirely and the weird maintenance tunnels are really stupid and contain secrets that are barely secrets. The archvile traps were surprisingly a fun surprise but still managed to rub me the wrong way considering how the rest of the map just feels so... directionless. Just not well thought out.
Map23: Lunar Mining Project 6.5/10 Not a bad map at all, just a bit too many rooms that serve no real purpose, but still work well within the design concepts. A nice break after suffering through the ugliness of Habitat. I just wish it had a bit more to do, as the strange section in the underground felt a bit half-baked. If there was just a bit more polish done on this map it could have been a real banger.
Map24: Quarry 7/10 Cool design, just not a very memorable one as its very short. The winding passages aren't that confusing once you do some running around in here. Nothing wrong with this one, lots of cool little details, just another map thats missing something a bit extra.
Map25: Baron's Den 5.5/10 A bit of a mixed bag as it has some really nice designs in some sections while others just have really stupid fights that aren't that fun. While there were a few maps before this that were too short, this one feels too long for what it is. I think a few of the maps and areas could be slightly remixed to make this a 7 or higher but... didn't care for this one.
Map26: Ballistyx 9.5/10 Banger. Love the claustrophobia of descending the elevator into a series of creepy tunnels. Great gameplay, balanced traps and fights, felt good to explore and open things up. Exit was a bit weird and some places could have used just a tiny bit more lighting.
Map27: Mount Pain 0/10 Why? Why is the interior so ugly? Where is my health? Why is there so many enemies that aren't placed in interesting areas besides just spammed at you? Dumb. Just really fucking bad.
Map28: Heck 10/10 A central hub! Hellish! Rockets everywhere! Wonderfully designed map that is really fun to play. Each room branching off the center has it's own unique gameplay feeling. Chefs kiss. A classic Doom design that just works on so many levels.
Map29: River Styx 9/10 Great design. Well laid out, lots of powerups and ammo and just a real joy to explore. So many well thought out fights except for maybe the last ambush in the very tight corridor is just a bit unnecessary. A real treat of a map.
Map30: Last Call 6.5/10 I don't dislike this map, but its just so mixed. Instakill platforms were cool the first time through when you figure out the puzzle of it, then it just feels like tedium. Some okay fights like the revenant/arachno room and the cyber, but then a real bland section where you're literally just shooting fish in a barrel. Demon Spitter room is fine, just a bit tight and hectic. Final levels are rarely very good in Doom so overall just kinda "pretty good/okay".
Not reviewing the secret levels since I didn't find them during my first blind playthrough.
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Map 01: System Control Rating: 7/10 Decent starting map, not overly complex or difficult. Grabbing the Berserk at the start to clear out the first parts of the map is a pretty satisfying way to get things started. Though there is an "outside" area of the map, most of it feels a bit claustrophobic and some of the rooms are just a bit too tight and compact. Fair and reasonable amount of ammo and health.
Map 02: Human BBQ Rating: 6/10 There are some interesting ideas on this map, but gameplay wise they don't really make for a satisfying experience. Couple big ambushes, but thankfully they aren't terribly unfair. Jumping out the window to get onto the area with the yellow/blue keys is kinda neat, but sometimes you need to waste time trying again when you don't make the jump.
Map03: Power Control Rating 6/10 Fairly standard TechBase, outdoor "ring" area is nicely designed but not overly special or unique. Not bad gameplay throughout, but just nothing stands out as super exciting on this map. Archvile near the blue key (I think?) was a neat little surprise.
Map04: Wormhole 7.5/10 Neat design and a very cool overall concept, unfortunately it feels like you have to specifically go out of your way to 100 percent the map, as some areas are somewhat unnecessary. Kind of scary/annoying fighting some of those revenants in such close quarters but still I thought it was a decently unique map.
Map05: Hanger 7/10 Lots of very tight and confusing corridors and a big wide open area fight. Nicely designed with some nasty traps. Not sure why but I enjoyed this one, even if it wasn't super special. Blue Key with the Revenant ambush was fun.
Map06: Open Season 8/10 I really liked this one, the big reactor concept was very cool and I really appreciate designs that feel a bit less abstract while keeping gameplay mostly intact. Ledge walking to get the Yellow Key is slightly annoying but this was still fun to explore.
Map07: Prison 5/10 Really don't like the outdoor section, as clearing out the hitscanners and other enemies to make it safe enough to explore is just too tedious for me. Its just a bit too wide open, and I don't always enjoy that in Doom gameplay. Big cage arena is fun if you have the invulnerability but I somehow missed it my first time and got fucked. Not fun lol.
Map08: Metal 4.5/10 Big rooms loaded with enemies. The one with the imps in cages has a cool aesthetic but by the time you finish the map you are absolutely exhausted from the tedious open room fights with chaingunners and specters standing in your way. Ugh. Just not for me.
Map09: Stronghold 6.5/10 Lots of nasty traps and difficult maps, man this one gave me trouble. There were some cool map design tricks and elements to the map that boosted the rating because despite being yet another techbase, it had a pretty neat layout.
Map10: Redemption 7.5/10 Really liked this one, tight design, short, sweet and to the point with a few tough and surprising encounters. Plenty of health laying around, so the really tough fights aren't too bad as long as you can survive them. I do wish there was maybe just one more room or encounter just to make it slightly longer but still a nice map.
Map11: Storage Facility 3/10 I have a love/hate thing with box mazes, big ass warehouse looking maps. The outside security checkpoints are very clever and look really nice but man the indoor box section is so bad. Just not my taste.
Map12: Crater 7/10 Good one. Some big open areas that I usually don't like but the fights didn't feel tedious or unfair like Metal or some of the others. Really fun to explore the map, though I don't think I really cared for the tunnel area with the water running through. Very decent, but not special.
Map13: Nukage Processing 8.5/10 Love the central hub with the slime/nukage. Another big outdoor area, but the tough fight here leads to a very satisfying CyberDemon fight that I quite enjoyed. Big storage vat of the green stuff fit the theme of the map really well. Just a really nicely designed map with the right level of difficulty.
Map14: Steel Works 7/10 Clever design. Grab your chaingun and go to town. I tend not to like crushers very much, and though you do get a set of goggles, the map has just a bit too much darkness and tricky to navigate spots. Nice to see a Mastermind, but the room wasnt set up very well to make a fun encounter. Cool concepts, but the gameplay wasn't always great.
Map15: Dead Zone 6.5/10 Tough one to rate, as the big fort is very neatly designed but window chaingunners are sometimes just a bit too annoying when navigating the perimeter. Some of the map progression is a bit unclear (how to open things, the switches, etc). In theory I liked the design but I ended up just not liking the gameplay much.
Map16: Deepest Reaches 5/10 An incoherent design when compared with the rest of TNT up to this point. The switch/platforming puzzle near the end was cool but it didn't make up for the rather bland canyon and cliffside sections. The fights weren't bad at all but just something about the design feels really bland compared to the other maps.
Map17: Processing Area 9/10 Fantastic. Clear, easy to understand design with a whole mess of dangerous encounters and enemies. Tight and compact but intricate enough to include lots of cool details. Great balance of exploration and good encounters. Exactly my cup of tea.
Map18: Mill 2/10 Fuck this map. I get what they were going for with the switch puzzle in the big blue CPU core looking room but I didn't like the implementation of it. Lots of pointless, annoying or otherwise confusing rooms. Final area is pretty neat but man I just had such a difficult time with it.
Map19: Shipping Respawning 10/10 (!) I hear this map isn't well liked, but man I love this one despite not generally liking rooms with boxes in them. So many little details in this map, the office room, the conveyor belt, the little truck outside. A super coherent map design by Doom's generally more abstracted levels. Easily my favorite TNT map.
Map20: Central Processing 9/10 God damn this map is brutal, and although it has some elements I normally don't like... the scale of the map, the ridiculous encounters and traps and the level of challenge were just awesome in my eyes. Last big outdoor series of encounters can be damn hard but delivered that sigh of relief and accomplishment once done. What a map.
Map21: Administration Center 6/10 I love central hubs, and having the keys be in that center slime pit was cool but I don't like being almost forced to touch damaging floors while trying to dodge revenants. Outdoor section didn't have enough interesting details to make the fights pleasing. Exploring the map was pretty fun but near the end I was getting exhausted with imp spamming fireballs at me while dealing with everything else going on.
Map22: Habitat 4/10 Just a pointless map, most of it can be skipped entirely and the weird maintenance tunnels are really stupid and contain secrets that are barely secrets. The archvile traps were surprisingly a fun surprise but still managed to rub me the wrong way considering how the rest of the map just feels so... directionless. Just not well thought out.
Map23: Lunar Mining Project 6.5/10 Not a bad map at all, just a bit too many rooms that serve no real purpose, but still work well within the design concepts. A nice break after suffering through the ugliness of Habitat. I just wish it had a bit more to do, as the strange section in the underground felt a bit half-baked. If there was just a bit more polish done on this map it could have been a real banger.
Map24: Quarry 7/10 Cool design, just not a very memorable one as its very short. The winding passages aren't that confusing once you do some running around in here. Nothing wrong with this one, lots of cool little details, just another map thats missing something a bit extra.
Map25: Baron's Den 5.5/10 A bit of a mixed bag as it has some really nice designs in some sections while others just have really stupid fights that aren't that fun. While there were a few maps before this that were too short, this one feels too long for what it is. I think a few of the maps and areas could be slightly remixed to make this a 7 or higher but... didn't care for this one.
Map26: Ballistyx 9.5/10 Banger. Love the claustrophobia of descending the elevator into a series of creepy tunnels. Great gameplay, balanced traps and fights, felt good to explore and open things up. Exit was a bit weird and some places could have used just a tiny bit more lighting.
Map27: Mount Pain 0/10 Why? Why is the interior so ugly? Where is my health? Why is there so many enemies that aren't placed in interesting areas besides just spammed at you? Dumb. Just really fucking bad.
Map28: Heck 10/10 A central hub! Hellish! Rockets everywhere! Wonderfully designed map that is really fun to play. Each room branching off the center has it's own unique gameplay feeling. Chefs kiss. A classic Doom design that just works on so many levels.
Map29: River Styx 9/10 Great design. Well laid out, lots of powerups and ammo and just a real joy to explore. So many well thought out fights except for maybe the last ambush in the very tight corridor is just a bit unnecessary. A real treat of a map.
Map30: Last Call 6.5/10 I don't dislike this map, but its just so mixed. Instakill platforms were cool the first time through when you figure out the puzzle of it, then it just feels like tedium. Some okay fights like the revenant/arachno room and the cyber, but then a real bland section where you're literally just shooting fish in a barrel. Demon Spitter room is fine, just a bit tight and hectic. Final levels are rarely very good in Doom so overall just kinda "pretty good/okay".
Not reviewing the secret levels since I didn't find them during my first blind playthrough.
2023.06.04 03:29 Andrea4328 Dog River fishing questions
We just got a house off one of the Dog River tributaries. We're out in the Theodore area off 163. Does anyone have any idea what type of fish we might find out here, and the best way to fish for them?
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2023.06.04 03:23 Admirable_Light_3172 Phone stolen at Coachella, been getting tons of scam messages but today’s was threatening..
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2023.06.04 03:11 KoanicSoul Nuclear tit for tat escalates in Ukraine, after Biden's NATO allegedly sabotaged Zaporizhia nuclear power plant.
Table of Contents
- Summary
- Russo-China rejects Biden
- ZNPP as potential Chernobyl
- Biden's Ukraine is desperate enough for scorched-earth tactics
- Battle of the Bulge at Bakhmut
- Fresh meat
- Teixeira leaks
- BRICS vs NATO
- ZNPP's weak point is diesel fuel
- Ukrainian saboteurs caught by ZNPP
- BB / Red Skull / Inb4source / Q
- BB sent Q
- BB warns Zaporizhia is pivotal
- RS gives ZNPP sabotage warning
- Ukraine HVT: Nuclear tit for tat
- Inb4source / Red Skull 4chan posting history
Summary
Biden allegedly sabotaged Zaporizhia nuclear power plant to melt down, to stop the Russian invasion and justify NATO peacekeepers.Here was Biden's plan to avoid another Kabul:
- NATO operators sabotaged the ZNPP backup diesel generator fuel storage, causing it to leak.
- NATO targeted diesel fuel shipments. See captured Ukro saboteurs with NLAWs.
- When diesel reaches zero, Ukros can shell the lone power line, breaking it for the 8th time.
- Overheating and radiation release ensues. Territory Russia captured is ruined.
- Under cover of major exercises scheduled this month, NATO establishes "no-fly zone" and sends "peacekeepers".
In the latest development, Kiev allegedly tested a nuke in a borehole, and Russia retaliated by striking the Ukro military intelligence headquarters, dispelling the illusion of Patriot missile air defense. Russia's willingness to escalate to decapitation of leadership may be why Zelensky is spending time abroad. NATO is allegedly expanding the war into Moldova to invoke Article 5.
Russo-China rejects Biden
"Don’t underestimate Joe’s ability to fuck things up." – Barack ObamaClearly we underestimated him. Americans can hardly believe that Biden blew up Nord Stream 2, essentially attacking our vassal/ally Germany. Perhaps they're still reeling from Kabul falling faster than Hanoi.
Normally Russia endeavors to cooperate with the sitting US president. However, Russian state media has begun airing the Hunter Biden laptop images, of Hunter engaged in drugs and pedophilia with preteen girls. This is retaliation for Biden crossing Russia's red line by repeatedly trying to sabotage Zaporizhia Nuclear Power Plant (ZNPP). That's why Russia is willing to assist in the impeachment of a sitting US president, which is obviously an extreme step to take between two countries with enough nukes to blot out the Sun.
Rumor has it that China has also turned on Biden, which would make sense: China's economic backing allows Russia to survive US sanctions. China wants Taiwan, and Russia wants East Ukraine. They would be stupid not to cooperate.
- SHOWTIME FORMOSA; SMART MONEY IS SELLING TAIWAN EDITION pol BB May 17
- China Calls Biden a Fake President and Lloyd Austin a Fake Defense Secretary Michael Baxter May 30
- China declines US request for a meeting between defense chiefs Reuters May 30
- Xi Jinping tells China’s national security chiefs to prepare for ‘worst case’ scenarios CNN June 1
ZNPP as potential Chernobyl
A Redditor explains:Kawaii-Gopnik Russia really needs that powerplant without any leak, to provide industry of surrounding regions with energy, but very few people understand contexts of the current situation: Soviets built complicated and very well ballanced energy system, including not only NPP, but also cascade of hydro power plants. Donetsk, Dnepr, Zaporozhe and Kharkov regions are just one big power hungry plant. NPP itself is reliant on hydropower and quality of water in Dnepr river. In case of really bad "accident" Russia will forget about development of the newly accuired regions, lack of energy produced by NPP is significant, nearly 30-40%. Accident will affect south of Ukraine with russian majority. It will also be also disaster for ecology of the WHOLE Black Sea. Rose of winds will spread nuclear dust to the West - Poland, Romania, Czechia and further. Nuclear zone will stop russian army from further territorial expansion. This will be border formed by Dnepr and nuclear zones.The basic facts are documented by the International Atomic Energy Agency (IAEA). Even while shut down, ZNPP needs external power grid or diesel to prevent its reactors from overheating.
Russia controls ZNPP. A nuclear "accident" would give NATO pretext to intervene, so Ukraine keeps trying to cause one.
How bad is this? Well, Chernobyl is in Ukraine. That was a 1k MW reactor. ZNPP has six. It is the 9th largest NPP in the world.
Most experts think the severity would be less than Chernobyl, although anonymous ZNPP workers familiar with the damage disagreed:
- Ukraine nuclear plant: How risky is stand-off over Zaporizhzhia? BBC
- Why do nuclear power plants need electricity to stay safe? Pop Sci
- Map shows how Europe could be affected if Ukraine’s nuclear plant explodes Metro
- Ukraine war: Workers at deteriorating Zaporizhzhia plant fear 'devastation' on a scale 'worse than Chernobyl' Sky News
Imagine if China assisted Texas in seceding from the USA to rejoin Mexico, and then caused a reactor meltdown at Comanche Peak Nuclear Power Plant when the USA retook it. A lot of Southerners would want to lob a few nukes back at China. They might demand it.
It is foolish to assume WW3 will not happen because it hasn't happened yet. One should look instead at the historical record of continual warfare, and the difficulties in preventing WW3 so far:
- List of nuclear close calls Wikipedia
- WW3: Historical close calls Wikipedia
Even if there is a major radiation leak, it will occur in Russian-annexed separatist territory, and help Ukraine defend her new border. Scorched earth is a valid tactic, whether the fire is conventional or nuclear. Ukraine survived Chernobyl and knows it can survive ZNPP too.
Biden's Ukraine is desperate enough for scorched-earth tactics
Battle of the Bulge at Bakhmut
"We have been working on the counter-offensive with Ukraine for 4-5 months." – Victoria NulandWhy is Ukraine so desperate?
Ukraine depends on NATO aid to fight Russia. NATO aid depends on Democrat willingness. Democrat willingness depends on US public support. Therefore the illusion must be maintained to the American public that Ukraine is winning. For this reason, Ukraine has committed its reserves to a costly failed counter-offensive. Bakhmut fell regardless.
James A. Donald summarizes the strategic picture:
So, bright new plan. "The Greatest Ukrainian Offensive". The Ukraine would build up a big reserve of fresh troops, then suddenly hurl large chunks of them at particular points on the front. They would, the Americans planned, cut through a point in the front lines, penetrate to Russian rear areas, wreak havoc on those areas, and force Russian troops in danger of being encircled to hastily retreat from territory that had been slowly gained at enormous cost in grinding attritive warfare. I do not know how big the Ukrainian strategic reserve was, but if it was two hundred fifty thousand, they have now committed most of them to grinding attritive warfare, and cupboard is looking as bare of men as it is of artillery and rockets.The USA expected to break Russia economically; China's economic support prevented that. Despite PMC Wagner's heartfelt complaints, Russia is unlikely to run out of convicts anytime soon. Russia is rotating divisions through Ukraine, seasoning reservists for a looming WW3. Russia's historical appetite for losses is much higher than its current losses. This is essentially a civil war, and the Russia bear considers being carved up an existential threat. By underestimating Russia's resolve, NATO is repeating the error of Napoleon and Hitler.
Despite having plenty of weapons, Ukraine's military manpower is exhausted and demoralized. Raw conscripts are thrown at the front lines with minimal training. Medvedev predicts that the Ukraine will cease to exist; half its people have already fled.
Anonymous Sat 27 May 2023 04:59:49 No.428438077 Report 428437208 Yeah, the killing has been excessive since they pretty much destroyed 95% of Azov fags and assorted true believers in the first 200k dead, now they overshot it by 100%. About 12% of the non-Russian speaking population's prime military aged men in Ukraine are dead or crippled. 12-20% of the same demographic has fled the country. It's over, desu. They are seeing much more of the polish and romanian mercs now, since they literally lack the manpower.Western mass media wrongly assumes that Russia is losing because it does not take the entirety of Ukraine in a blitz, as the USA did to Iraq. However, Russia does not want West Ukraine; the people there do not like Russians. Russia has captured the territory it wants, and is now using the rest of Ukraine as a kettle or cauldron, in which to conveniently destroy whatever NATO wishes to send. This is a good way for Russia to gradually learn how to fight NATO armies in a low-risk environment.
The Spartans had a rule never to war too often against the same enemy, lest they train up a nemesis. It was foolish of NATO to believe that Russia had forgotten the lessons of attrition warfare that it learned so recently in Afghanistan.
Nehming Names 9h Russia's prudent caution in directly engaging the West is bringing dividends in perhaps unexpected ways. Russia is gaining strategic knowledge of the actual capabilities and weaknesses of our weapon systems and military tactics, with our supply of munitions draining to militarily unsustainable levels, as it engages allied forces in Ukraine. Russia is aware of the continuing progress of the Great Awakening in the West, that is, the knowledge that Western governments, military, and institutions are run by an elite hostile to their heritage populations, and therefore expects to see declining support of Western governments by their citizens. Russia can also see the precipitous decrease in every societal metric in the West: social cohesiveness, general morality, public health, financial stability, military readiness, etc.With these three degradative processes in play, the most strategic thing Russia and China can do is to bide their time, as time itself will act to sap the strength of the West to militarily engage their foes.
Fresh meat
Russian conquest of Kiev would air Biden's dirty laundry to the world, from Burisma kickbacks to pedophilic field trips and worse. This would result in US "regime change". A distant mini-Chernobyl is a small price to pay, for top Democrats to avoid the hangman's noose.Poland is itching to invade. Victoria Nuland is scheduling NATO air exercises. USAF propaganda asserts that Russia's air force is a joke. The question is, do Americans still believe Biden's false prophets of victory?
If not, they just need a little "encouragement": 9/11, Gulf of Tonkin, Pearl Harbor, Lusitania, Remember the Maine… Keep those rural Whites busy lest they make trouble at home!
Most Americans cannot find Ukraine on a map. (To be fair, it hasn't been on the map very long.) However, the architects of Biden's Ukraine policy, such as Victoria Nuland, Jake Sullivan, Antony Blinken and George Soros, tend to have grandparents of Eastern European origin. I am sure for them it feels important. There's no place like home.
A Redditor explains:
tinglevibestoo I listened to a former CIA agent talk about Ukraine the other day. He said that Ukraine is running out of time. It's not that they don't have the weapons. We've sent them a ton of weapons. It's that they don't have enough troops and they're running low on troops. That's how Russia will win. Ukraine can't sustain the manpower. It totally makes sense to use a nuclear false flag as a reason to bring in the extra manpower. Everyone would deem it justified too because it's a threat to the neighboring nations and it'd be an environmental (climate change) catastrophe.
Teixeira leaks
Some will bring up the US intelligence leaks by Jack Teixeira to support the idea that Russia rather than Ukraine is desperate. Unlike Snowden, Teixeiera was obviously a major security risk for patriotically-motivated leaking, with numerous red flags in his previous and ongoing behavior. Therefore Teixeira was probably a deliberate leak by US intelligence, using a patsy to generate the initial leak and then add whatever extra info they wanted released in the resulting confusion.- Jack Teixeira Wikipedia
- Discord member details how documents leaked from closed chat group Washington Post
- Allowed the mainstream media to walk back their false forecasts of Ukrainian victory.
- Provided a right-wing scapegoat for Ukraine's defeat.
- Justified increased social media monitoring and censorship.
The 4chan leaker BB/Inb4source asserts Teixeira was a patsy.
BRICS vs NATO
The foundation of the US empire is the petrodollar, which allows the USA to tax the world via digital debt seignorage. This is why the creation of BRICS as an independent financial and trading system rendered war between NATO and BRICS inevitable, as Kim Dotcom predicted. The US republic is a thalassocratic empire as arrogant as democratic Athens, and it is addicted to financial plunder. The Empire cannot afford to lose the USD's reserve currency status.Reserve currencies and empires both have lifespans, and the USA has reached the end of both. It is at the stage where hubristic foreign misadventures prove fatal, and Ukraine and Taiwan will prove too much for the American eagle to handle. This is no longer WW2; the USA cannot win a two-front war against BRICS.
- Gold Reserve Fiat Currencies Monetary Gold
- World Reserve Currencies last on average 100 years. The US dollar has been the reserve currency for 76 years. Satoshi Chris
The fact that none of this is common knowledge speaks volumes about who controls public schools and owns mass media corporations.
ZNPP's weak point is diesel fuel
The situation at ZNPP is tenuous and grim, workers report:Europe’s largest nuclear power station is on the frontline of the Ukraine war. SkyNews Twitter
The fact that the backup diesel reactors have not been maintained is particularly concerning, considering they have already been used 7 times.
UN nuclear chief raises alarm over Ukraine’s Zaporizhzhia plant Al Jazeera
Ukraine keeps trying to force a crisis at ZNPP to justify NATO intervention. In other words, Ukraine keeps shelling ZNPP to cut the one power line that still connects it to the grid.
Atlas This is extremely dangerous, external power is required for reliable cooling of the reactors and pools containing spent nuclear waste. Western media spent months last year pretending Kiev wasn’t shelling ZNPP.Notice that the Russian side keeps ZNPP connected to the power grid, while the Ukrainian side pretends it cannot until the Russian invasion ends:
- Update 153 – IAEA Director General Statement on Situation in Ukraine 2023 April 13
- Update 159 – IAEA Director General Statement on Situation in Ukraine 2023 May 22
- Russian nuclear terrorism in action: ZNPP switches to emergency generators for the 7th time Ukrainian World Congress
- Kiev blocked all IAEA’s initiatives on ZNPP security — Russian Foreign Ministry
- Grossi says Zaporizhzhia principles 'step in right direction' IAEA
(This is how perverse incentives work. A little ally with nothing to lose can start a world war. It's almost like dividing the world into two hostile nuclear alliances is a bad idea.)
When ZNPP loses external power, huge diesel generators automatically switch on to keep the reactors cool. How much diesel does this consume? Truckloads per day:
Anonymous Sat 27 May 2023 05:18:50 No.428439721 Report Quoted By: >>428463646 428436425 Still easy to transport diesel enough to keep them going In what? If NATO ops and Mercs are sabotaging trucks coming in, what do you think they are gonna carry diesel in to the plant? Is Russia gonna pack in rotopack Jerry cans on their back. Fill a truck up with 5 gallon cans and hope they make it past the snipers and sabotage? Do you have any clue how much fuel those big generators suck down in a day? Those generators to run the plants during shut down or failures are huge 500kw or bigger they are the size of whole 18 wheeler trailers. Those things will drink 50 gallons an hour. You gonna haul in 2.5 gallon rotopacks one at a time to keep it going?Nuclear power plants have tough shielding. Allegedly the diesel generators are hidden underground. However, the diesel fuel supply is still vulnerable.
Normally the diesel generators have enough fuel for 10 days. However, ZNPP's diesel stockpile recently dipped to 4 days, according to 4chan leaker Inb4source.
Ukrainian saboteurs caught by ZNPP
On May 27, Ukraine accused Russian of planning to cause a leak at ZNPP:OSINTdefender The Main Directorate of Intelligence for Ukraine has announced that the Russian Military is preparing for Large-Scale Provocation in the coming hours at the Zaporizhzhia Nuclear Power Plant in Southern Ukraine that will reportedly Simulate an “Accident” at the Plant causing the Emergency Leak of Radioactive Substances which will be Blamed on Ukrainian Forces.Then Russia announced it had caught saboteurs (presumably Ukrainian) in ZNPP's city:
Saboteurs who were preparing terrorist attacks on the NPP were detained in Energodar. They had with them maps and schematics of the nuclear power plant with marks for strikes that could lead to a nuclear catastrophe. The suspects are involved in collecting and transmitting information about the facilities of the Zaporozhye NPP on the instructions of the Ukrainian authorities. To communicate with the curators, they used foreign satellite systems, as well as foreign weapons for strikes and equipment for conducting reconnaissance and sabotage activities.
- Translated source message is from Telegram group Slavyangrad Chat.
- Original source message is in Russian from Telegram group WarDonbass, sent May 28 at 23:12.
Some object that the footage is "staged". Of course it is staged. The primary consumer of the helmet-cam footage is Russian military intelligence. The evidence shot was staged for their benefit. The short edited video that was released to the public has distorted voices, and avoids showing any faces. Thus even if the footage is authentic, it is still "staged".
The ZNPP maps displayed in the video don't appear to match the announcement text. The maps could simply show where diesel fuel trucks need to go. Russia does not wish to advertise the specific nature of ZNPP's vulnerability.
The saboteurs appear to be 3-man team, equipped with 3 rifles and 3 NLAW missile launchers.
The saboteurs had 5 frag grenades. Normally soldiers carry 2 or 3 grenades, but heavy weapons soldiers don't have to. The three smooth grenades are RGD-5s, a cheap outdated Russian model. The Russian troops removed the fuses from the grenades on the evidence table to avoid unpleasant surprises.
Some object that Ukrainian saboteurs wouldn't be so careless as to have printouts of the reactor map. However, the saboteurs' presence in Enerhodar already makes their target obvious. Presumably multiple teams were sent to intercept Russian diesel shipments.
The Enerhodar saboteurs would've been notified when satellites spotted their target. Until then, they should hide in the safehouse behind blackout curtains to avoid detection. The fact that these saboteurs were caught napping suggests a degree of incompetence, compared to other teams who presumably either avoided detection or fought back. One can assume that Ukrainian specops have suffered extreme casualties.
BB / Red Skull / Inb4source / Q
BB sent Q
Qanon has lost a tremendous amount of popularity, as patriots grew disillusioned with the slow pace of the promised Great Awakening. They did not understand that Q is subordinate to a higher power with an agenda that does not necessarily include their survival.Q aimed to help Trump save the USA. Q was sent by "Burning Bush", whose agenda is judging humanity, on the eve of WW3 and runaway de-terraforming. BB's personas started posting to 4chan's pol by 2016, whereas Q started in October 2017. (4chan is like the wild west of the Web: The world's spooks congregate there to exchange intelligence.)
BB goes by several nicknames; he began posting anonymously as "Inb4source" in 2016. A recent message implies the USA/Israel is Babylon the Great, and God (meaning him) has returned to judge her:
The world has turned it's back on *od now *od Is turning His back on the world. He Who Lets has been REMOVED. THE ANGEL OF DEATH HAS COME THE HARVEST OF THE TARES HAS BEGUN. And after these things I saw another angel come down from heaven, having great power; and the earth was lightened with his glory. (Earthquake Lights) And he cried mightily with a strong voice, saying, Babylon the great is fallen, is fallen, and is become the habitation of devils, and the hold of every foul spirit, and a cage of every unclean and hateful bird. For all nations have drunk of the wine of the wrath of her fornication, and the kings of the earth have committed fornication with her, and the merchants of the earth are waxed rich through the abundance of her delicacies. And I heard another voice from heaven, saying, Come out of her, my people, that ye be not partakers of her sins, and that ye receive not of her plagues. For her sins have reached unto heaven, and God hath remembered her iniquities. Reward her even as she rewarded you, and double unto her double according to her works: in the cup which she hath filled fill to her double. How much she hath glorified herself, and lived deliciously, so much torment and sorrow give her: for she saith in her heart, I sit a queen, and am no widow, and shall see no sorrow. (nothing ever happens) Therefore shall her plagues come in one day, death, and mourning, and famine; and she shall be utterly burned with fire: for strong is the Lord God who judgeth her. And the kings of the earth, who have committed fornication and lived deliciously with her, shall bewail her, and lament for her, when they shall see the smoke of her burning, inb4sourceBB claims responsibility for the historical pendulum swinging rightward, via figures such as Elon Musk. His method of influence is the butterfly effect.
"Burning Bush" claims to be God. One can think of him as the God of the Old Testament, or as a pagan god like Zeus, or as merely a transcendent extraterrestrial. However, he also claims to inhabit a human-looking body, lives on a ranch in the USA, has children, caught COVID19, etc.
Whatever one's theology, the relevant portion of BB's message is that the USA did not sufficiently embrace the opportunity offered by Q. Anyone who has read the Old Testament knows what happens next: Ignore the prophet, reap the consequences. Thus Q's slogan "Nothing Can Stop What Is Coming" should be understood in the Biblical sense, like Noah's flood: The Ark is optional.
(As far as I know, Q is still posting to Truth Social. I don't follow that site.)
Paul Furber is the chief priest of BB. Before that, he was a major early proponent of Q. See Furber's book for many verifiable examples of fulfilled predictions and proven scoops.
BB normally identifies himself by the unique image hash of his burning bush picture. (Nobody can generate that hash unless they possess the original image.) However, BB also posts as an anon users nickname "Red Skull", for his signature images of red skulls. As Red Skull, BB avoids the extravagant Biblical claims of BB, but the style and modus operandi and interests are obviously the same – as are his implied godlike powers.
I recommend focusing on facts and trying to prevent nuclear WW3, rather than getting hung up on theology. BB is not asking anyone to worship him or sacrifice chickens. He does prescribe prayer and a life of action governed by virtue.
I certainly do not recommend taking everything anonymous spooks say at face value. If you are, like most people, unable to think in shades of gray between binary true and false, this essay is above your reading level.
BB warns Zaporizhia is pivotal
BB has repeatedly warned that keeping Zaporizhia intact is critical to the survival of NATO citizenry:the Ukrainians attacking the Nuclear Power station in the hands of the Russians spewing radiation over enough territory that the Russians will turn Kiev into a furnace.– BB 2022-9-24
Find other warnings by searching for keyword "nuclear".
Those who find it difficult to believe that nuclear weapons would be used in WW3 as in WW2 should note that COVID19 is already a bioweapon WMD deployed for WW3.
RS gives ZNPP sabotage warning
On the morning of May 27, BB's persona Red Skull leaked that NATO specops had sabotaged external power to ZNPP.His scenario is plausible and severe enough to warrant investigation.
Here are relevant posts, datestamped 2023 May 27 0300-0500:
it's a little less than ten days… Until Nato SpecOps melt down the Uke Nuke plant and blames it on you.He continues:
Nato SpecOps have sabotaged power to the nuke plant. As of this posting, 6 days of diesel fuel remain to provide power to pumps to cool the plant and spent fuel pool. Diesel shipments are being targeted and terminated.He adds:
So now I need to tell you Russia intends a pre emptive strike if nuclear capable F16's are delivered.On the evening of May 27, Red Skull updated:
Doesn't look good at Nuke Plant. Russia has 4 days to get more fuel to the generators. They are working on clearing a flight path. Ukraine will try to stop them on orders of U.S. Uniparty.Sounds like a severe leak, to lose 2 days of fuel in under 24 hours.
Ukraine HVT: Nuclear tit for tat
On 28 May Red Skull asserted that:- Ukraine just did an underground nuclear bomb test in a borehole, to contain the radiation.
- Russia may retaliate with a pre-emptive strike at any time, against 1-2 high-value targets.
- West Ukraine may be reduced to the stone-age.
Nuclear warheads that USA/UK sent. Specifically for the purpose of being exploded in Ukraine. The false flags will never stop until all out WW3 is declared, or until you root out the pedophile demon cult that is running the show and sending you monkeys to war. War for really no good reason at this point. The cities are destroyed, just withdraw. Ukraine is a kettle right now, a kill box. Do you understand what that means? And it was created on purpose.On May 30, Putin announced that Russia had destroyed the Ukrainian military intelligence headquarters. Photos confirm the damage.
- Putin confirms strike on Ukrainian military intelligence HQ RT
- Putin Strikes Back - Destroys GUR Bunker? Simplicius
Inb4source / Red Skull 4chan posting history
Inb4source has posted on 4chan since 2016, but he doesn't always use an image hash identifier, making it impossible to verify the identity of all of his early posts. As his popularity grew, others began adopting his catchphrase ">inb4source".18016 posts on pol contain ">inb4source".
The first page of results suggests Inb4source is a pro-Trump military intelligence officer. He began posting in Aug 2016, before Trump's inauguration.
Another early Inb4source catchphrase is "I AM The Source." This has a double meaning, both theological and journalistic.
The catchphrase doesn't appear in every Inb4source post. Searching for it yields 437 results, too many of which are irrelevant results.
Searching for both phrases together yields 50 results that look to be mostly legitimate. One could then search for additional posts by each unique ID from a session.
Searching for image hashes is a reliable method of ID verification, assuming no one else has the image. I know of two such images that Inb4source/BB uses: both are red skulls, giving him the nickname RS.
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When evaluating his warnings and predictions, remember that publishing info about ongoing events can affect the outcome, and is often intended to do so. Unlike the concept of Biblical prophecy, the future is mostly probabilistic. However, he is certainly good at scooping the news.
Someone else can do an in-depth Q-proof style analysis of his accuracy; my focus here is Zaporizhia.
Read original with links here.
2023.06.04 02:50 MickIndie MISSING: Tina Satchwell Case - EP29 Radio Espial
Tina Satchwell is an Irish woman who went missing under suspicious circumstances in 2017, in County Cork, Republic of Ireland.
Tina Satchwell is from St Bernard's Place in Fermoy, Cork. She lived with her husband for almost 28 years, Richard Satchwell, and their two dogs on Grattan Street in the seaside town of Youghal. The couple met when Tina was on a visit to the UK in 1989. Richard moved to Ireland within ten weeks of the pair meeting.
Tina disappeared from her home on Monday 20th March 2017. She was last seen in public at a car boot sale with her husband in the town of Carrigtwohill the previous day (Sunday) 19th March. Richard was the last person to see her around 10 am on the Monday morning. He stated that Tina asked him to go to an Aldi store in Dungarvan to buy fish and dog food, and when he return to their home on Grattan Street in Youghal two hours later, she was gone. He officially reported her missing on Friday 24th March four days after he had last seen her.
MISSING: Tina Satchwell Case - Radio Espail Tina was aged 45 at the time of her disappearance and the couple had been married for 26 years. In subsequent interviews with police and the media, Richard, originally from the UK and having lived in Ireland for nearly 35 years, stated that his wife had been depressed and was troubled by some family disputes. His belief was that she had chosen to leave "to get her head straight" and go to family or friends in the UK. #missing #tinasatchwell #ireland #truecrime
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2UwZVoZhqdk
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Tina Satchwell is from St Bernard's Place in Fermoy, Cork. She lived with her husband for almost 28 years, Richard Satchwell, and their two dogs on Grattan Street in the seaside town of Youghal. The couple met when Tina was on a visit to the UK in 1989. Richard moved to Ireland within ten weeks of the pair meeting.
Tina disappeared from her home on Monday 20th March 2017. She was last seen in public at a car boot sale with her husband in the town of Carrigtwohill the previous day (Sunday) 19th March. Richard was the last person to see her around 10 am on the Monday morning. He stated that Tina asked him to go to an Aldi store in Dungarvan to buy fish and dog food, and when he return to their home on Grattan Street in Youghal two hours later, she was gone. He officially reported her missing on Friday 24th March four days after he had last seen her.
MISSING: Tina Satchwell Case - Radio Espail Tina was aged 45 at the time of her disappearance and the couple had been married for 26 years. In subsequent interviews with police and the media, Richard, originally from the UK and having lived in Ireland for nearly 35 years, stated that his wife had been depressed and was troubled by some family disputes. His belief was that she had chosen to leave "to get her head straight" and go to family or friends in the UK. #missing #tinasatchwell #ireland #truecrime
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2UwZVoZhqdk
2023.06.04 02:43 Upbeat-Vegetable-557 Can anybody recommend a good fly fishing river for a newb on Vancouver island?
Looking for a secluded spot to camp and fish so I won’t be in anyone’s way as I’m learning. I’m based in Victoria so closer to the south is better. Are there any salmon or steelhead runs on now?
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2023.06.04 02:40 KayakingHedgehog 36 [M4F] NC - Is that just rain, or are you happy to see me?
It’s that time of year again! Love is in the air along with all the plant jizz, and I am looking for the someone who is willing to venture out into this yellow, dusty mess with me, and then come home and just take a nap before our sinuses close up in anger and we cough ourselves to sleep. I am looking for someone to vent my mundane troubles too, someone that I know would be there to help with whatever may come up, and someone that I can laugh with, someone to cry with, someone that would just run with a crazy idea without hesitation.
Enough about me! Let’s talk about what you may be looking for! Are you looking for that special someone? You know, the one that laugh with on a daily basis. The one that you can have an entire conversation with using nothing but funny pictures? Are you looking for the creepy and the kooky? What about the mysterious and spooky? Would that someone be a person with a mohawk that is forever changing colors? How about a neatly trimmed beard that smells of sandalwood? What about the smell of Old Spice? Would that person also happen to have a few piercings and tattoos? Do you like the twang of a Southern accent? What if that accent was happen to be from a guy who is open minded? Do you enjoy a quick wit? How about being fluent in smartassary? How about a guy that is taking care of way too many fish? How about a guy who is starting to find grey hairs in his beard and is embracing the chance to become a silver fox?
Would you like for that person to be able to build a computer and change your oil all in the same day? How about having your tires rotated, breaks changed? I can even do headlights and air filters! Does the thought of helping turtles cross a busy road and helping tiny tadpoles stay safe with a pool of water during the summer tickle your fancy? Would you like to come home and have a pot roast and chocolate cake waiting for you? How about coming home to that random piece of IKEA furniture fully assembled? What about someone who would help while you built the IKEA? Does the idea of a guy who has reached the level of old that he enjoys puzzles intrigue you? How about if he has a love for cats that like to sit on said unfinished puzzles? Are you looking for a guy who can change your oil, replace your brakes, and cook you dinner in the same day? How about a guy who is good with his hands and knows it? If you answered yes to any of these questions, the nerdy home maker package is for you! Who doesn’t want help around the house, basic maintaince taken care of, and some good dick?
Do you have an endless supply of DIY ideas? Well look no further because I do too! Ever wanted a stylish bat house or raised garden bed? I have made both! Would you want a greenhouse? I have plenty of ideas for that! Do you like watching a guy get dirty restoring canoes or building trailers? Do you have a Mad Max fantasy you want to live out? Do you want a house straight from the shire? I have the skills and the 3d printers to make you swoon with possibilities! If you answered yes to any of these questions, the glistening geek package is for you! What’s not to love about watching someone you like getting sweaty while watching your ideas come to life?
For a limited time, if you pick both packages, I will add in the nerdy outdoorsman package for no extra charge! Want to stay in one weekend and marathon Doctor Who, Star Trek, or Futurama? Do you want to play Don’t Starve Together, DnD, or Civ 6? How about Nerf gun fight, or a game of Mario for bragging rights? Feel like staying up late bundled under a load of blankets watching B movies or playing all manor of video, board, or card games? Feel like getting outdoors instead? I can offer spontaneous adventures that may include wondering aimlessly, hiking, and floating blissfully down a river which singing the PACMAN theme song! Random acts of hilarity that could include striking poses and quoting pop culture references! Are you more of a night owl? I can offer you a view of the stars with my telescope!
How about it? Wanna get itchy eyes and a runny nose with me?
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Enough about me! Let’s talk about what you may be looking for! Are you looking for that special someone? You know, the one that laugh with on a daily basis. The one that you can have an entire conversation with using nothing but funny pictures? Are you looking for the creepy and the kooky? What about the mysterious and spooky? Would that someone be a person with a mohawk that is forever changing colors? How about a neatly trimmed beard that smells of sandalwood? What about the smell of Old Spice? Would that person also happen to have a few piercings and tattoos? Do you like the twang of a Southern accent? What if that accent was happen to be from a guy who is open minded? Do you enjoy a quick wit? How about being fluent in smartassary? How about a guy that is taking care of way too many fish? How about a guy who is starting to find grey hairs in his beard and is embracing the chance to become a silver fox?
Would you like for that person to be able to build a computer and change your oil all in the same day? How about having your tires rotated, breaks changed? I can even do headlights and air filters! Does the thought of helping turtles cross a busy road and helping tiny tadpoles stay safe with a pool of water during the summer tickle your fancy? Would you like to come home and have a pot roast and chocolate cake waiting for you? How about coming home to that random piece of IKEA furniture fully assembled? What about someone who would help while you built the IKEA? Does the idea of a guy who has reached the level of old that he enjoys puzzles intrigue you? How about if he has a love for cats that like to sit on said unfinished puzzles? Are you looking for a guy who can change your oil, replace your brakes, and cook you dinner in the same day? How about a guy who is good with his hands and knows it? If you answered yes to any of these questions, the nerdy home maker package is for you! Who doesn’t want help around the house, basic maintaince taken care of, and some good dick?
Do you have an endless supply of DIY ideas? Well look no further because I do too! Ever wanted a stylish bat house or raised garden bed? I have made both! Would you want a greenhouse? I have plenty of ideas for that! Do you like watching a guy get dirty restoring canoes or building trailers? Do you have a Mad Max fantasy you want to live out? Do you want a house straight from the shire? I have the skills and the 3d printers to make you swoon with possibilities! If you answered yes to any of these questions, the glistening geek package is for you! What’s not to love about watching someone you like getting sweaty while watching your ideas come to life?
For a limited time, if you pick both packages, I will add in the nerdy outdoorsman package for no extra charge! Want to stay in one weekend and marathon Doctor Who, Star Trek, or Futurama? Do you want to play Don’t Starve Together, DnD, or Civ 6? How about Nerf gun fight, or a game of Mario for bragging rights? Feel like staying up late bundled under a load of blankets watching B movies or playing all manor of video, board, or card games? Feel like getting outdoors instead? I can offer spontaneous adventures that may include wondering aimlessly, hiking, and floating blissfully down a river which singing the PACMAN theme song! Random acts of hilarity that could include striking poses and quoting pop culture references! Are you more of a night owl? I can offer you a view of the stars with my telescope!
How about it? Wanna get itchy eyes and a runny nose with me?
2023.06.04 02:39 KayakingHedgehog 36 [M4F] NC - Is that just rain, or are you happy to see me?
It’s that time of year again! Love is in the air along with all the plant jizz, and I am looking for the someone who is willing to venture out into this yellow, dusty mess with me, and then come home and just take a nap before our sinuses close up in anger and we cough ourselves to sleep. I am looking for someone to vent my mundane troubles too, someone that I know would be there to help with whatever may come up, and someone that I can laugh with, someone to cry with, someone that would just run with a crazy idea without hesitation.
Enough about me! Let’s talk about what you may be looking for! Are you looking for that special someone? You know, the one that laugh with on a daily basis. The one that you can have an entire conversation with using nothing but funny pictures? Are you looking for the creepy and the kooky? What about the mysterious and spooky? Would that someone be a person with a mohawk that is forever changing colors? How about a neatly trimmed beard that smells of sandalwood? What about the smell of Old Spice? Would that person also happen to have a few piercings and tattoos? Do you like the twang of a Southern accent? What if that accent was happen to be from a guy who is open minded? Do you enjoy a quick wit? How about being fluent in smartassary? How about a guy that is taking care of way too many fish? How about a guy who is starting to find grey hairs in his beard and is embracing the chance to become a silver fox?
Would you like for that person to be able to build a computer and change your oil all in the same day? How about having your tires rotated, breaks changed? I can even do headlights and air filters! Does the thought of helping turtles cross a busy road and helping tiny tadpoles stay safe with a pool of water during the summer tickle your fancy? Would you like to come home and have a pot roast and chocolate cake waiting for you? How about coming home to that random piece of IKEA furniture fully assembled? What about someone who would help while you built the IKEA? Does the idea of a guy who has reached the level of old that he enjoys puzzles intrigue you? How about if he has a love for cats that like to sit on said unfinished puzzles? Are you looking for a guy who can change your oil, replace your brakes, and cook you dinner in the same day? How about a guy who is good with his hands and knows it? If you answered yes to any of these questions, the nerdy home maker package is for you! Who doesn’t want help around the house, basic maintaince taken care of, and some good dick?
Do you have an endless supply of DIY ideas? Well look no further because I do too! Ever wanted a stylish bat house or raised garden bed? I have made both! Would you want a greenhouse? I have plenty of ideas for that! Do you like watching a guy get dirty restoring canoes or building trailers? Do you have a Mad Max fantasy you want to live out? Do you want a house straight from the shire? I have the skills and the 3d printers to make you swoon with possibilities! If you answered yes to any of these questions, the glistening geek package is for you! What’s not to love about watching someone you like getting sweaty while watching your ideas come to life?
For a limited time, if you pick both packages, I will add in the nerdy outdoorsman package for no extra charge! Want to stay in one weekend and marathon Doctor Who, Star Trek, or Futurama? Do you want to play Don’t Starve Together, DnD, or Civ 6? How about Nerf gun fight, or a game of Mario for bragging rights? Feel like staying up late bundled under a load of blankets watching B movies or playing all manor of video, board, or card games? Feel like getting outdoors instead? I can offer spontaneous adventures that may include wondering aimlessly, hiking, and floating blissfully down a river which singing the PACMAN theme song! Random acts of hilarity that could include striking poses and quoting pop culture references! Are you more of a night owl? I can offer you a view of the stars with my telescope!
How about it? Wanna get itchy eyes and a runny nose with me?
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Enough about me! Let’s talk about what you may be looking for! Are you looking for that special someone? You know, the one that laugh with on a daily basis. The one that you can have an entire conversation with using nothing but funny pictures? Are you looking for the creepy and the kooky? What about the mysterious and spooky? Would that someone be a person with a mohawk that is forever changing colors? How about a neatly trimmed beard that smells of sandalwood? What about the smell of Old Spice? Would that person also happen to have a few piercings and tattoos? Do you like the twang of a Southern accent? What if that accent was happen to be from a guy who is open minded? Do you enjoy a quick wit? How about being fluent in smartassary? How about a guy that is taking care of way too many fish? How about a guy who is starting to find grey hairs in his beard and is embracing the chance to become a silver fox?
Would you like for that person to be able to build a computer and change your oil all in the same day? How about having your tires rotated, breaks changed? I can even do headlights and air filters! Does the thought of helping turtles cross a busy road and helping tiny tadpoles stay safe with a pool of water during the summer tickle your fancy? Would you like to come home and have a pot roast and chocolate cake waiting for you? How about coming home to that random piece of IKEA furniture fully assembled? What about someone who would help while you built the IKEA? Does the idea of a guy who has reached the level of old that he enjoys puzzles intrigue you? How about if he has a love for cats that like to sit on said unfinished puzzles? Are you looking for a guy who can change your oil, replace your brakes, and cook you dinner in the same day? How about a guy who is good with his hands and knows it? If you answered yes to any of these questions, the nerdy home maker package is for you! Who doesn’t want help around the house, basic maintaince taken care of, and some good dick?
Do you have an endless supply of DIY ideas? Well look no further because I do too! Ever wanted a stylish bat house or raised garden bed? I have made both! Would you want a greenhouse? I have plenty of ideas for that! Do you like watching a guy get dirty restoring canoes or building trailers? Do you have a Mad Max fantasy you want to live out? Do you want a house straight from the shire? I have the skills and the 3d printers to make you swoon with possibilities! If you answered yes to any of these questions, the glistening geek package is for you! What’s not to love about watching someone you like getting sweaty while watching your ideas come to life?
For a limited time, if you pick both packages, I will add in the nerdy outdoorsman package for no extra charge! Want to stay in one weekend and marathon Doctor Who, Star Trek, or Futurama? Do you want to play Don’t Starve Together, DnD, or Civ 6? How about Nerf gun fight, or a game of Mario for bragging rights? Feel like staying up late bundled under a load of blankets watching B movies or playing all manor of video, board, or card games? Feel like getting outdoors instead? I can offer spontaneous adventures that may include wondering aimlessly, hiking, and floating blissfully down a river which singing the PACMAN theme song! Random acts of hilarity that could include striking poses and quoting pop culture references! Are you more of a night owl? I can offer you a view of the stars with my telescope!
How about it? Wanna get itchy eyes and a runny nose with me?
2023.06.04 02:08 glennchan Recovery story time... here's Jen Nepean's story - autonomic dysfunction, POTS, vision damage, encephalopathy, exercise intolerance, tachycardia, paresthesia, brain fog
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2023.06.04 01:57 CloudCharmer Tip: To make money fishing from the river on a rainy day. Spring Year 1, fishing lvl 7, fiberglass rod, fish worth 25% more due to Fisher profession.
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2023.06.04 01:20 PsychedelicCinder First Marathon SPIRIT TRAIL RACE
Race Information
- Name: Spirit Trail Race Marathon
- Date: May 28th, 2023
- Distance: 44.69 kilometers
- Location: Buena Vista, CO
- Website: https://www.spirittrailrace.com/
- Strava: https://www.strava.com/routes/2962455234293622634
- Time: 7:06:24
Goals
| Goal | Description | Completed? |
|---|---|---|
| A | Finish with no injury | Yes |
| B | Sub 6:00:00 | No |
| C | Sub 7:00:00 | No |
Splits
| Kilometer | Time |
|---|---|
| 1 | 8:17 |
| 2 | 8:09 |
| 3 | 8:11 |
| 4 | 7:57 |
| 5 | 8:44 |
| 6 | 7:49 |
| 7 | 8:04 |
| 8 | 7:01 |
| 9 | 7:15 |
| 10 | 7:31 |
| 11 | 10:02 |
| 12 | 9:02 |
| 13 | 8:54 |
| 14 | 11:02 |
| 15 | 9:43 |
| 16 | 8:38 |
| 17 | 8:42 |
| 18 | 8:54 |
| 19 | 9:02 |
| 20 | 8:38 |
| 21 | 8:03 |
| 22 | 10:29 |
| 23 | 9:44 |
| 24 | 11:18 |
| 25 | 9:40 |
| 26 | 8:22 |
| 27 | 7:11 |
| 28 | 7:58 |
| 29 | 9:56 |
| 30 | 12:48 |
| 31 | 10:33 |
| 32 | 9:50 |
| 33 | 10:00 |
| 34 | 10:46 |
| 35 | 10:31 |
| 36 | 10:44 |
| 37 | 12:32 |
| 38 | 9:03 |
| 39 | 11:25 |
| 40 | 12:58 |
| 41 | 12:59 |
| 42 | 12:51 |
| 43 | 10:10 |
| 44 | 10:16 |
| 45 | 7:39 |
Training
I've been slowly building up to this for the past three years. I got into running during Covid and have been building mileage until I started marathon training back in January. I choose this race because I have been on these trails since I was a baby and I know the trails really well. I loosely followed Higdon's Novice 1 training program because I own a small business and have a 2 yr old daughter. I felt like it was the only program I could reasonably make happen with my already busy schedule. I supplemented a lot of the early mileage with Cross Country Skiing and unfortunately, due to some nasty snow storms, I was forced onto the treadmill more than I would have liked but that comes with the territory when you live at 10,000 ft. The runs that I did get outside I was able to consistently get 500ft of elevation gain and my long runs usually had about 1200ft of gain. Lots and lots of cold exposure over the winter but that didn't do me a lot of favors. I incorporated more traditional strength training than usual during the weeks before as well, lots of goblet squats and split lunges. I also like to do some barefoot running so I lightly added a few miles of that into the last few weeks. I ate pretty clean while training, averaging about 2500cal and 100g of protein a day. I gave up sweets for lent as well so I wasn't gorging myself on any junk food. I did smoke a lot of weed though and I'm not thinking that did me any favors. Unfortunately, I left my running shoes at an AirBnB during the biggest mileage of the training block and I had to wait for new runners in the mail as the closest running store with the shoes I wear is 3hrs away in Boulder, CO. This cost me one of my longest long runs. Also during that same week I did a 3km run on the track barefoot, thinking it would be the safest place, and twisted my ankle pretty badly. This cost me my 32 km run and made me pretty gun-shy for the rest of the training block.Pre-race
Slammed water and LMNT packets for the month before. Did a 36hr fast 5 days before the race and then feasted the next 4 day but I ate fairly light the day before. We stayed at a local hot springs the two nights before the race to just relax and get away from work and my phone. The day before I got a gentle reflexology massage that lasted 30 min. Felt like I was ready. Woke up that morning well rested. Ate an apple, banana, coffee with heavy cream, and protein bar for breakfast. Hung out at the course start line for about 20 min and then kissed my wife and daughter for good luck.Race
Race was brutal and while I have done many 14ers I did not fully comprehend how intense the 3200ft of elevation gain and loss was going to be. The first 10k I felt really good, was holding at my target pace and the temperature was nice and cool. I was late hitting my first gel by about 15 min and stopped at the first major aid station for about 1 min. My family was there and I was feeling really good about the next section. Next section was all uphill and to my dismay I had to stop and use the bathroom, thankfully I always carry running TP. This is also when the sun really started to shine. I was keeping good pace but knowing that the big climb was coming I tried to hold back as much as possible. I rolled into the 2nd large aid station at 21km, my whole family was there and they gave me a shirt drenched in cold water, some honey stingers, and a Maurten 300cal drink mix. I left the aid station and went right into the climb. This climb was brutal, 1000ft over 3 miles, no shade, 9,000ft elevation, and the temp was 79F which is a nightmare at this elevation. I passed about 3 people here but was wishing I had some salt at the top as the heat was really starting to affect me and I was covered in salt from all the sweat I had just shed. Didn't hit the downhill as hard as I would have wanted because the heat was overwhelming. Made it to a water station and had to use the bathroom again! This was 30km in and I was starting to fade, trying to keep myself as cool as possible but I was starting to overheat and not feeling good at all. 32 kilometers in and I ran into a concrete wall. Between the heat and the winding trail I was starting to lose it. Thankfully, the next 3km to the aid station were the portions of the trail I had ran the most and was able to rally around my familiarity. I jogged into the 3rd big aid station at 35km in and my family was able to revive me by dumping water on me and I slammed a bunch of electrolytes. At this point my hips were on fire, my body was overheated, and I was gonna finish if I had to drag my corpse across the finish line. The final section of the course is aptly named 'Broken Boyfriend'. It broke me. I was able to power through it by walking up the hills and gently jogging down. My wife met me and jogged the last km with me which gave me the strength to pull a little faster and I even sprinted the last 10m!Post-race
Crawled into the Arkansas river, smoked a joint with my dad and friends, wobbled around and tried to comprehend why I had chosen such a hard course as my first marathon. Of the 59 racers who started the race only 37 finished, I placed 31st and am quite happy with my efforts. The following days I was so sore I felt like I had been drug through the trails instead of running them! I think the two hiccups I had during training cost me a little in the race but I did my best with the time I had!Made with a new race report generator created by herumph.
2023.06.04 01:13 zapzapgigathunder My nazi grandpas mixed collection of letters
To most he's a kindly old European man who lives at the end of the street. But to me he makes no secret of his past and politics. But that was then, and this is now. I found a bunch of his old letters that I'd like to share.
March 16, 1935
The imperial forces seized 78 artillery pieces, 56 ships, and 5000 rifles.
June 14, 1940
On our mission to free up the 6th battalion, at about 0500, we encountered what I can only describe as a gigantic mass of flesh and tentacles, it ambushed us at the Douglas Channel. I’d like to remind mission control that the intelligence reports we’ve been receiving have not been up to regulation. Please report observations rapidly for their delay lessens the value of information. The enemy’s ambush has resulted in heavy casualties. I request an order for additional troops to be sent to me.
For king and country!
June 22, 1941
Command,
One of my scavenger teams, has discovered a journal that belonged to a woman named Lilli Greenhill, she had religiously documented her activities at the Sirius Base. Among her papers there’s mention of experiments done to people who had been woken up from cryogenic sleep. I’d like to request a technical report to be sent to me about the manufacturing of the pods.
January 7, 1942
Sir, my combat scouts have been conducting patrols along the Neman River. We’ve observed the enemy’s infantry squads transporting infectious agents. The Recon squads will remain in position to continue intel. I will need your authentication to summon the men of the eleventh.
March 13, 1942
Our first victory has been achieved. I hope our success has not been considerably tampered by the loss of our comrades. Following our battle, Saarbruken now presents a terrible sight, among the smoking ruins lay dead soldiers, civilians, and animals. I will tell the troops that we have won a great victory for humanity.
April 4, 1942
We’ve located the 6th battalion flagship, I’ll be placing 10000 troops under the command of Gunther von Kluge to establish a defense line against possible incursions. Search and rescue teams have been deployed.
May 1, 1943
The field marshal of the 6th battalion has been located. The medical officers have stated that he has become mentally ill. He will need to be evacuated to one of our dedicated psychiatric centers. His debriefing will be post-pone for further investigation by medical specialists. In the meantime, I’ve rummaged through his personal belongings, and I found a blood stained letter with a portrait. I will be commandeering what remains of the fleet. I plan on continuing our advance into enemy territory. All situational reports will be forwarded to Gotthard Heinrici.
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March 16, 1935
The imperial forces seized 78 artillery pieces, 56 ships, and 5000 rifles.
June 14, 1940
On our mission to free up the 6th battalion, at about 0500, we encountered what I can only describe as a gigantic mass of flesh and tentacles, it ambushed us at the Douglas Channel. I’d like to remind mission control that the intelligence reports we’ve been receiving have not been up to regulation. Please report observations rapidly for their delay lessens the value of information. The enemy’s ambush has resulted in heavy casualties. I request an order for additional troops to be sent to me.
For king and country!
June 22, 1941
Command,
One of my scavenger teams, has discovered a journal that belonged to a woman named Lilli Greenhill, she had religiously documented her activities at the Sirius Base. Among her papers there’s mention of experiments done to people who had been woken up from cryogenic sleep. I’d like to request a technical report to be sent to me about the manufacturing of the pods.
January 7, 1942
Sir, my combat scouts have been conducting patrols along the Neman River. We’ve observed the enemy’s infantry squads transporting infectious agents. The Recon squads will remain in position to continue intel. I will need your authentication to summon the men of the eleventh.
March 13, 1942
Our first victory has been achieved. I hope our success has not been considerably tampered by the loss of our comrades. Following our battle, Saarbruken now presents a terrible sight, among the smoking ruins lay dead soldiers, civilians, and animals. I will tell the troops that we have won a great victory for humanity.
April 4, 1942
We’ve located the 6th battalion flagship, I’ll be placing 10000 troops under the command of Gunther von Kluge to establish a defense line against possible incursions. Search and rescue teams have been deployed.
May 1, 1943
The field marshal of the 6th battalion has been located. The medical officers have stated that he has become mentally ill. He will need to be evacuated to one of our dedicated psychiatric centers. His debriefing will be post-pone for further investigation by medical specialists. In the meantime, I’ve rummaged through his personal belongings, and I found a blood stained letter with a portrait. I will be commandeering what remains of the fleet. I plan on continuing our advance into enemy territory. All situational reports will be forwarded to Gotthard Heinrici.
2023.06.04 00:49 kausemu [Q] looking for recommendation on a second rod
I don't see any questions mega thread or rules about this, so if it's not allowed or needs to go somewhere else, let me know.
I've been having some hard time making a decision. I want to add a second rod to my fishing set up. I've been fishing for a few months now in the Inland PNW on lakes from shore and boat. I'm having a hard time getting good distance from the shore with the small presentations i've got, 1/8 oz and smaller, it's windy round here and I'm still learning but my immediate area just doesn't seem to play well for the UL presentations.
SOOOO I'm considering adding a second spinning set up, larger, to my arsenal for a trip to the Yakima river in two weeks and for more variety to excursions in my area. I want to be able to target some larger fish from both shoreline and on the water and am considering a summer salmon fishing trip on coastal rivers next month. Problems with new gear, on a new fishery and fishery regulations aside, let's say I'm definitely getting something.
My first rod is: 6'6" Ultralight. 2-6 lb rating and a 30 series reel with 20 lb braid for the primary line, leaders vary.
For the new rod I am currently aiming in the 8'6" to 9' range. Fast Action, Medium (maybe medium-heavy) Power with 6-12 or 8-17 lb line rating. I think that this would be a good second rod flanking the short UL.
First question: Is this a good second rod? will this effectively add more presentations to my arsenal?
The current rod works good and I like the UL fishing but the reel is honestly overkill. So i figure i can go two ways on the reel.
TIA
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I've been having some hard time making a decision. I want to add a second rod to my fishing set up. I've been fishing for a few months now in the Inland PNW on lakes from shore and boat. I'm having a hard time getting good distance from the shore with the small presentations i've got, 1/8 oz and smaller, it's windy round here and I'm still learning but my immediate area just doesn't seem to play well for the UL presentations.
SOOOO I'm considering adding a second spinning set up, larger, to my arsenal for a trip to the Yakima river in two weeks and for more variety to excursions in my area. I want to be able to target some larger fish from both shoreline and on the water and am considering a summer salmon fishing trip on coastal rivers next month. Problems with new gear, on a new fishery and fishery regulations aside, let's say I'm definitely getting something.
My first rod is: 6'6" Ultralight. 2-6 lb rating and a 30 series reel with 20 lb braid for the primary line, leaders vary.
For the new rod I am currently aiming in the 8'6" to 9' range. Fast Action, Medium (maybe medium-heavy) Power with 6-12 or 8-17 lb line rating. I think that this would be a good second rod flanking the short UL.
First question: Is this a good second rod? will this effectively add more presentations to my arsenal?
The current rod works good and I like the UL fishing but the reel is honestly overkill. So i figure i can go two ways on the reel.
- Get the new rod and a new reel to go with it, that's bigger than the 30 series (probably a 40), tho a bigger reel could still be overkill on the bigger rod. there's benefits to the larger reel on the UL and I'm not certain it's a problem.
- OR I can get a 15 or 20 series reel to put on the ultralight and move the 30 reel to the new larger rod because the 30 series is bigger than necessary, just get the UL rod a reel that's more in line with the UL set up and put the 30 on the new larger rod.
TIA
2023.06.04 00:35 BurnItDownMyNinja Can anyone identify this snake?
 | I stumbled upon this guy while small mouth fishing in my local river in northwest Ohio. I’m thinking it might be a copper bellied water snake? You can’t tell by the pick but from what I could see the underside of his head was a reddish orange color. I have a video of him swimming away as well. submitted by BurnItDownMyNinja to snakes [link] [comments] |