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r/Spanish: Learn, teach or discuss the 2nd most spoken language by natives

2009.02.25 08:00 pallaviwensil r/Spanish: Learn, teach or discuss the 2nd most spoken language by natives

This is the biggest Reddit community dedicated to discussing, teaching, and learning Spanish. Answer or ask questions, share information, stories, and more on themes related to the 2nd most spoken language in the world by native speakers.
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2016.11.30 14:08 CustomKeyboards - For customs only!

A subreddit where your kustom with BoW can actually reach top post
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2010.08.06 14:24 Dream Interpretation

Every dream is a direct, personal, and meaningful message to the dreamer. This communication uses symbols common to all mankind, but always in an individual way. By identifying what a symbol means to us, we can start to identify the message a dream brings. Dream Interpretation is a place to post your dreams with the aim of having others discuss and interpret possible meanings of your dream or its constituent parts. . . . YOU CAN HELP . . . by responding supportively to others' dream posts!
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2024.05.24 00:30 Low-Mess2822 Contact with girls

I'm a 19 year old male and I constantly have thoughts that I have missed a big part of my life because of of having extremely little contact with my age women.
I believe that I can talk to girls just fine (one on one especially) but I dont find myself being in a situation around girls naturally and having a chance to do so. The feeling that nobody likes me, doesn't want me, although I dont view myself as ugly I think quite the opposite. Then it comes down to my personality right...
Like I have courage because I have met with like 3 almost total stranger girls ( through snapchat lol) to do some activities etc but all of them were a one or two-time meet basically.
Since middle school I have grown apart from girls i dont know the reason for (porn?) and havent made any female friends. Although when I was younger until age 7 my bestfriend was a girl who was very close to me, until we moved and grew apart.
I know I should just wait for it to come naturally but meanwhile the thought of it is causing me sadness/depression - feelings that other people my age have experienced more than I have.
I need constant reassurance in my head that it will get better and there are people like me everywhere who don't have social circles with women going to beaches, houseparties etc.
I really don't know how to communicate this better, it just makes me feel like I have wasted my life in these terms. I don't want to be a 40 year old man when i experience my first kiss. I havent experienced anything remotely romantical (except a hug) with any girl.
Even a girl from my new class who i have known for 3 years and have had sufficient contact with her, i still feel awkward when approaching her.
Man being socially anxious is tough
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2024.05.24 00:24 TreXperience_ Celebrating Ceviche: A Peruvian Delight that you must try

Celebrating Ceviche: A Peruvian Delight that you must try
Ceviche, renowned worldwide for its freshness and unparalleled flavor, is not just a treat for the palate but also a celebration of Peruvian culture and tradition. Its quick preparation and nutritional benefits make it an ideal choice for any occasion.
In this article, discover everything about the ceviche recipe: its history, varieties, and secrets to making an authentic and delicious dish. Learn how ceviche has become a symbol of Peruvian gastronomy and an international favorite.
Peruvian ceviche

What is Peruvian Ceviche?

Ceviche is a delightful dish made from fresh fish marinated in lime juice, complemented with red onion, cilantro, chili pepper, and salt. Additionally, it includes ingredients like corn, sweet potato, or cancha (toasted corn) to create a unique blend of flavors and textures. The simplicity of its ingredients highlights the freshness and quality of the fish, reflecting the Peruvian sea and the creativity of its people, making each bite a refreshing and vibrant experience.

The Origin of Peruvian Ceviche

The history of ceviche dates back to the pre-Columbian cultures of the Peruvian coast, particularly the Mochica, who preserved fish with chicha (a fermented corn beverage) and salt. With the arrival of the Spaniards, lime was incorporated into the recipe, leading to the modern version we know today. This fusion of techniques and flavors is a testament to Peru's rich cultural history.
Continue reading about Ceviche Recipe
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2024.05.24 00:20 GenshinLoreModBOT Version 2.6, Zephyr of the Violet Garden [Requiem of the Echoing Depths, Dainsleif Quest]

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In the Depths, an Unexpected Reunion

  • Yuehui: While one of the miners was on a break, he suddenly noticed a few hilichurls walking into the Chasm. They made a beeline for the depths of The Chasm. The same thing happened time and time again, none of them come back out.
It's just like \"The Defiled Statue.\" Just as strange, just as upside-down, and just as spooky. In which case, Maybe whatever's going on in The Chasm really is connected to the Abyss Order.
  • Dain: This is one place where I have never set foot before. Last time, we met suddenly and parted hastily. Now our paths cross again. Fate, it seems, owes you an explanation.

Tell me what you're doing here. What was going on with that portal just now?

  • Dain: I came upon the trail of another Abyss Herald recently, and began pursuing it. I got as far as cornering him and followed him through a portal, but as usual, it took me to the wrong place.

You had the same issue with the portal last time? You didn't actually catch up with my sibling last time?

  • Dain: Correct. I can only conclude that the Abyss's portals are not simply pathways from point A to point B, but gateways to an entire network. Where they emerge on the other side is their choice. It can be anywhere within the network.
    • Paimon: Sounds similar to how Teleport Waypoints work.
    • Dain: I was right behind your twin last time when I entered that portal, the next moment I was all alone, back in the ruins known as Stormterror's Lair.

What happened to the eye of the first Field Tiller?

  • Dain: It's in a safe place. You can be sure that I will learn the truth of the "Loom of Fate" operation sooner than it could ever fall into the Abyss Order's hands.

Why don't you tell me who you really are? Who is the "Twilight Sword"?

  • Dain: It once stood for the glory of Khaenri'ah, but now it is but a cruel joke. Twilight Sword was my title as captain of the Royal Guards when I witnessed the destruction of my entire homeland firsthand.

What is the history between you and my sibling? What happened between you?

  • Dain: We were travel partners. We both partook in a painful journey of searching for our fate, but regrettably, we did not make it to the journey's end together.

The Grave of the Guarded

Do the Hilichurls have anything to do with the upside-down city?

  • Dain: It's understandable that you did not perceive anything unusual. What makes this place so strange is that the environment here weakens the effect of the curse. For centuries, I have suffered daily from the curse that was laid upon me. But here I suddenly feel a small amount of relief from this suffering. Right here, right now, I can feel my body sending a strong message to me, telling me, "stay."
    • Paimon: So this place weakens the curse?
      • Dain: That I shall need to investigate. To the best of my knowledge, the Abyss Order does not have the technology to achieve this.

Do you know why hilichurls wear masks?

  • Dain: It's to hide their appearance, lest they catch sight of their reflection in a body of water. Compared to how they remember themselves, it is a terrible sight to behold, one that causes them great despair. The curse of "immortality" denies death to those afflicted with it and yet, it does not truly mean that they will never die. The body and soul will continue to be eroded until they are virtually nonexistent, even if "death" is not the form that this erosion takes. When the hilichurls realize that the end is nigh for them, it seems their instinct is to seek out a calm and dark corner of the world in which to finally say goodbye to the centuries of suffering they have endured. Of all the places they could lay down to rest, one that can ease the effects of their curse would surely be their first choice.
  • Dain: Black Serpent Knights once belonged to the Royal Guard of Khaenri'ah. Now, the curse engulfs them. They fight with none of the honor they once had.
Dain: (How is this possible. How could he have retained self-awareness for 500 years without it?)

Was this upside-down city built by Khaenri'ah? Or was this upside-down city built by the Abyss Order?

  • Dain: Not necessarily. The closer we draw, the more I am inclined to conclude that these ruins belong to a more ancient civilization still. The Abyss Order simply got to them before anyone else. That said, the architecture here does somewhat resemble that of Khaenri'ah.
    • Paimon: Even older than Khaenri'ah?! Paimon cant imagine a time that far back. đŸ€š

Why do the Black Serpent Knights gather here guarding the hilichurls?

  • Dain: It's because as far as the Black Serpent Knights are concerned, they are simply doing their duty. The one who ordered them to retreat just now, I suddenly recognized him. I knew him as a young man, an elite in the Royal Guard of old. His name is "Halfdan."
    • Paimon: So he's from 500 years ago, too.
      • Dain: To this day, I still remember the final orders I, the Twilight Sword, gave to Halfdan on the day of disaster in Khaenri'ah, before I made haste back to the palace. "Inform all Black Serpent Knights to protect the people of Khaenri'ah at all costs." This would mean nothing in the events that followed. Royals, gentry, common folk, these identities made no difference. Against the might of the gods, the only identity that mattered was being from Khaenri'ah. These Black Serpent Knights have lost their intellect, but perhaps in whatever remains of their minds, they are still protecting the people of Khaenri'ah. If you see these ruins as Khaenri'ah in the throes of disaster, and these hilichurls as the people crying for help, then suddenly, I can make sense of what I'm hearing. Their growls are less of a threat and more of a warning. Though it is barely discernible, I can just about make it out. They keep repeating a word from the old language of Khaenri'ah, "Run." Even I have to admit, the fact their will is strong enough to survive 500 years of erosion; It is nothing short of a miracle born from hopelessness.
Dain, do you have any idea at all how it works?
  • Dain: The pool must be part of the entire city structure, a relic of this ancient civilization. More importantly, it is the very thing that is weakening the curse. The effect is stronger here than it was before, and I think it's because that water pool has something akin to a cleansing effect.
  • Paimon: That means the water in that pool can wash away the curse for good?
    • Dain: No. That would be impossible. I have lived with this curse for 500 years, and I have been fully conscious the entire time. Suffice to say, no one understands the curse like I do. It is a way of branding us at the level of the fate of the world itself. When a god applies a curse, it takes effect at a higher level of reality than the person themselves. Even now, I can feel the curse slowly permeating my entire being, becoming part of me, slowly but surely replacing me. Perhaps it may be possible to suppress the corrosive effect of the curse for a time, but cleansing it entirely, consider it tantamount to burning away an integral part of your body. It is not a process that one could ever hope to survive.
  • Paimon: Cleansing the curse costs you your life? An irreversible curse, can't even imagine.
    • Dain: I can feel that the water's cleansing effect is not nearly potent enough. At most, it might suppress the curse but a little.
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Memories of Inteyvat

The Black Serpent Knights present here do not, in truth, mean you ill. They are simply driven by their remaining instincts to defend those hilichurls. After you discover some of the secrets of this strange city, the Black Serpent Knight Halfdan takes you to a hilichurl camp.
In the camp, you discover a white flower that has been carefully placed on the ground.
  • Dain: It is the national flower of Khaenri'ah: the "Inteyvat." It once bloomed all over the nation. It would only last two weeks before wilting. If you were to pluck one and take it out of Khaenri'ah, the petals would stop growing and turn hard. Only when it finally returned to its home soil would the petals grow soft once more, and finally turn to dust. The Inteyvat is a symbol for a wanderer far from home, signifying the tenderness of the homeland.
    • (This dialogue option is different depending on the Traveler chosen)
      • Aether: That's the flower my sister was wearing in her hair.
      • Lumine: That's the flower I've been wearing in my hair since I woke up.‍
You reach out and touch the flower, and as you do, things that happened before flash before your eyes once again.
  • Dain: People say that twins have a special connection. It sounds as if they are attempting to make use of certain equipment to cleanse the curse. It could well be the device we saw earlier. They mentioned the "revival of the homeland"?
    • MC: They said it was their mission.
  • Dain: It appears as if the Abyss Order plans to use this location to cleanse the hilichurls of their curse and restore them to the way they once were. Then, they will serve as the foundation for reviving the nation of Khaenri'ah. After all, there can be no nation without a people
    • MC: What do you think? Do they have a chance?
      • Dain: It is the height of foolishness. They have no chance of success. Not even a one-percent chance. I told you already that no one knows this curse better than I, having lived with it for 500 years. There is no redemption. There is no undoing the curse. Trying to remove it by force will achieve nothing but to inflict further suffering. So make sure you are clear in your mind. You have to tell yourself: They are no longer human. If you cling to false hope and allow yourself to become too emotionally invested, the only way is down. You will end up just like them, mired in hypocrisy. Save your strength for something worth saving.
  • MC: Why should I believe you?
    • Dain: But of course. I am merely someone you hired for a task. It is only natural for you to side with your sibling. Whatever decision you make cannot deter me from mine. My chosen path is to stop the Abyss. If we have reached an impasse, then perhaps this is where we should say—
      • MC: I choose to believe you. That doesn't mean I completely trust you. It just means that I don't approve of my siblings methods. A 1% chance of redemption, versus a 99% chance of suffering and death. Nobody has the right to make that choice on another living being's behalf. Especially not when these hilichurls have already chosen the end that they desire.
  • Dain: It seems that the three questions I put to you on our first meeting were worthwhile. You have developed your own individual views on this world. Very well. Since you have volunteered your true thoughts on this matter, I shall not hide mine from you. Right now, I have a more immediate agenda than stopping the Abyss. That is to say, the Abyss's actions here directly dishonor the final wishes of Halfdan and my other compatriots. I cannot allow this to proceed.
  • Abyss Herald: Your incessant meddling continues, and you have once again joined forces with Our Highness's kin. Regrettably, I was not in time to control your exit from the network and it sent you here. Our Highness's will must be done. This time the curse that torments our people must be undone, once and for all. [Abyss Lector: Baptist of the Fallen Kingdom]
  • Dain: You are the only ones who torment them. There is nothing else left of those hilichurls. Nothing besides the curse itself. You really think you can use that device beneath the pool to cleanse this curse?
    • Abyss Herald: Do not underestimate the ways of the Abyss. That device can amplify the cleansing effects of the water not tenfold, but a hundredfold.
The device activates, causing Dainsleif, the hilichurls, and almost everyone on the scene great pain.
In this key moment, Halfdan strides forth and uses his body to block the powerful light.
  • Dain: I thought he would've been turned to ashes in an instant. Halfdan's soul is extraordinarily resilient.

The Black Serpent Knights' Glory

  • MC: The device is still active, let me take Halfdan's place. The cleansing won't have any effect on me.
    • Dain: As long as the device is active, the cursed are rendered powerless. Only you can take on the Abyss. If you value his sacrifice, then do not waste any more time here. All these rays of light and portals, they must have installed several of these energy devices in various locations.
      • Paimon: So we have to go through these Abyss portals? The hilichurls are really suffering. Dain, this must be unbearable for you, too, right?
      • Dain: Never mind that. Halfdan and the others are enduring far greater suffering than I. There's no time to lose!
[after shutting down all the devices]
  • Paimon: So that's it, right? The device is fully shut down now?
    • Dains The burning sensation has indeed stopped.
      • MC: But Halfdan seems to have breathed his last breath.
  • Paimon: Dain must be really upset. Of all the ways to be reunited with one of his former comrades after so long.
Just as you thought it was all over, a light once again shines from behind you: the final radiance of Halfdan's soul.
  • Dain: More than one kind of strange power exists here. Souls are no strange sight under the circumstances. That device took a severe toll on me. It will take me some time to recover.
  • Dain: There are important things that demand my attention. The "Loom of Fate" operation is still underway. I suspect that these amplification devices are connected to that plan.
    • MC: I will be on the lookout. We will talk more next time. After you've recovered.
      • Dain: I only hope that next time we meet, you know whose side you're on.
  • Paimon: Shame that we didn't get to see your sibling again, but at least we learned some useful info. As long as you keep pressing on with your journey, you guys will definitely meet again, and everything will be back to normal, right?

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Achievements:

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Black serpent knights' lines

Serkir - Scribe of Swords
...Envoy of the heavens, allow me to greet you--with a vengeance!...A hollow victory over despair...is the greatest dejection of them all.
Roneth - Banished Knight
...Who art thou to stop us... We shall cleanse the tainted thing from the skies... with sacred blood...!...The heaven's judgment... the needle of retribution... Never... forget...
Buliwyf - Guardian of Desolation
Craven trespassers... the majestic one's dark curse... is inescapable......In death... there is awakening...
Herger - Jester of Bloody Tears
Depart! Depart...! The shadow of the omnipresent struggle is not something you can bear!...The echoes of the end... will never... subside...
Rethel - Slain of the Split Bow
Why do you tarry in this place, Traveler? ...There is only death here, only memorials to injustice......Void emptiness... everything is... void...
Skeld - Augur of the Mirrors
Enter not, outlander... Do not disturb the sleeping stone from the heavens......You... do not belong here...
Haltaf - The Young
...O guest from the false land, it is time to face the truth...!...Truth voided, justice inverted... O partisan heavens...
Hyglacg - Rebuked Servant
...Even the ominous thing that came down from the heavens shall be ours to use......Shatter... Shatter... this chaotic illusion... our resurgence... shall not be barred...
And the most sus one of all:
Edgetho - Breaker of the Oath of Silence
...Companion of that tyrant, "fate," the traveler known as "calamity"......No one remembers... that which has passed away...

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2024.05.24 00:17 4thdegreeknight Satan's Underground Book, 1990's Popular Book

Even before I left the Org, I always loved to read. Mostly historical books, True Crime and the most odd subjects. After I left the Org at 14, I would have to hide any book that I was reading for fun as everything was a sign of how I am being influanced by outside sources.
Some of my friends would pass books around like I remember when the book Helter Skelter book was pass around, a book about the Zodiac Killer.
Just as the 1980's ended there were a ton of paperback books about Satanic Cults. Not like how to join one or promoting but like crimes and mysteries surrounding Satanic Cults and one book that stuck in my head was Called Satan's Underground.
I know that years after this particular book was published the Author was found out to be a fraud and suffered from mental illness, even though that was the case I was like well damn it was still a great work of fiction then.
So this book was popular in my circle of friends yes worldly. My friend Tina let me borrow her copy and I wanted to read it but had to do it in private. I kept the book in my school backpack and mixed it in with my school books.
One day my mom in one of her searches in my room for drugs, or whatever (Even though I was against drugs) Found the book. She was livid.
The title of the book and the cover made her go ape shit. I was able to stop her from setting the book on fire, mostly because it belonged to my friend Tina.
I told her it was a school assignment against joining Cults and Satanic Groups, you see the author claimed that she escaped from a Satanic Cult.
My mom let me read some passages to her to prove that it was against Satanic cults enough for her not to destroy the book like she had done so many others.
She told me to take it out of the house and never bring it back, she said "Oh what would the Elders say"
I remember some of the books she threw away were an autobiographical book about a WWII Bomber pilot, A book about a young boy and a slave who got shipwrecked on an Island, and another was a book about Lindberg.
Even when I was a kid my parents did not like me reading books that weren't from the ORG.
As soon as I moved out and lived on my own I started my own library of books.
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2024.05.24 00:10 Nick180777 Veiled Eyes 2

It's been 2 days, so I think it's time for part 2- it's gonna be short. Don't wanna ruin my sleep schedule It's messed up already as it is, but we won't mention that.
I wanna take a moment to thank all of you reading this, I was honestly surprised at how well this was received. So thank you!
Lastly, all love to for having made such an amazing universe.
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Memory Transcription Subject: Alan Voor-hein, UN Secretary-General.
Date [Standardized Human Time]: January 1st, 2300, 12:00
It's 12:00, and the meeting is about to begin. I had only arrived like 30 minutes ago, and took the remainder of my time to grab a quick bite (as I was unable too back home in my rush) and to freshen myself up a little. I only had gotten into my seat just a mere 10 minutes ago- and over the course of those 10 minutes, I was joined by various Diplomatic and Military advisors.
I was seated across the room from the door, having a chair at the far-middle-end of the circular table. Above me, as usual, was the symbol of the UN. The Symbol of the peacekeepers, the symbol of hope and peace. Underneath it, there was a smaller symbol, that smaller symbol replaced Earth with a Star symbol. This was done in order to placate the Colonies we have sprinkled around the Solar System. After all, the UN was now no longer just an Earth bound organization- hasn't been for a while now. So it felt fitting to slowly move over towards a newer and more relevant Symbol. On Earth we still use the Earth having logo, while on our colonies we use the Star having one.
To my right was the seat for General (John) Remau, an elderly French descending man at 60 years old. Short prickly grey hair, and a mustache to accompany him. Blue eyes. His experience is mostly based on Counter-Terror actions. But by the Gods, he is good at his job. He is the "tough yet caring" father type of guy, even the men he used to command gave him he nickname of "Father John".
To my left is the seat of Minister (Ayumi) Kamura, a younger Japanese lass, 27 years old. One of the youngest people in the room, and yet one of the most capable in her duties as Minister of Diplomatic Affairs. Long flowing black hair. Brown eyes. She started as an Intern roughly a year and a half ago, under me. Shy at first, but she quickly managed to move up thanks to her charm and intellect, and I offered her the job of MDA. And she has been killing it ever since.
These 2 are my most trusted advisors in their own field of expertise. There are many more seated in the room now, but these 2 are the ones I am on a first-name basis with.
And now.... time for the meeting.
...
There was a slight chaos among the entourage of advisors. None of them had any idea why this meeting was called, only my two trusted seconds had gotten messages with the most relevant details about all of the happenings surrounding the discovery. Gotta love the quick work of AI. Once everyone had sat down on their allocated seats, I stood up, all eyes glued to me, and began speaking.
"All of you may be wondering why I called you all here today. Earlier today, in the early morning hours, the drone we had ordered to be sent into the void...-" I took a second to think on how to actually bring this news to the others, but I knew there was no dancing around the issue. "- The drone has encountered Alien life."
The second those words left my mouth, the room erupted into whispering murmurs, some thinking it was a lie, other's in a show of disbelieve.
I began speaking again, not giving them anytime to start asking questions. "The drone arrived onto this new star system at 10:15, and it initiated it's automated surveying. It already detected something "grey-ish" above a tidally locked planet. At 10:35, the drone went into it's Warning signal mode, the drone went into Cloak and began sending details about it's discovery. The drone had laid it's eyes on an orbiting space-station."
While I was speaking, John, our General, was having his own conversation over the phone with- who I assume, is one of his goons. John said something along the lines of, "Alright. I'll tell 'em.", before taking a look at me and interrupting me in my speech. "Sir, with all due respect, I have just received a call from one of my guys, who I had put on it after I had gotten the AI's message. And uh.. I think this is interesting for all to see."
"Very well. -" I said, pressing the button in the table in front of me, lowering a screen from the ceiling of the room. The screen covered the southern wall of the room, opposite of me. "- Have the room, General."
"Thank you Sir." John walked up to the screen, scanning his badge on the nearby security system which was connected to the screen, it auto-logged John in. John proceeded into his classified filed stash, and pulled up a newly made folder labeled "Unknowns".
The first thing John showed on the screen was a picture taken by the drone, the picture that showed the drone spotting the weird "grey" blob above the planet, followed by a picture closer to the blob, clearly showing it to be a space-station of some kind. "This here, gentlemen and women-" John began with, "-is what this meeting is about. Here is the undeniable proof for all you naysayers in the crowd."
The ones who had more doubtful looks on their faces before, looked on now with curiosity.
"And the newest details I have gotten-" John went on, "-can be seen right here." John pulled up a video the drone recorded. The video showed the drone moving at insane speeds towards the orbit of this planet, which was shown to be quite earth-like, moving past the Station quickly. The drone was starting to slow itself down rapidly as it reached into the atmosphere of the planet. The drone hovered for a moment before resuming it's move.
Our lovely drone stayed as high as it possibly could, while not breaking sight of the ground in a clear camera view. It rapidly moved towards what looked to be a small rural town of sorts. The drone halted it's flight dead in the center of the sky, high in the air above the town, turning it's camera downwards and zooming in even further for more of a clear view of the town.
As it slowly zoomed in, smaller dots appeared on the screen. You wouldn't have to be a rocket scientist to tell that those would, most likely, be the natives of this planet, moving about in their daily life- however they may live it. It still wasn't clear how these Aliens looked like. The drone elevated itself lower, and kept zooming in more.
Once the drone's camera had fully zoomed in, we could finally make out what these Aliens looked liked...
...
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Question began flowing through my mind. Fur- Knock-kneed hind-legs too? Are these not the natives, are these just their version of ...a Sheep?? If so, where are the actual natives... why would they let their cattle run around freely?
... There has to be natives on the planet.
The drone went on and on, going from town to town, and in all towns it was the same sight. These "sheep" walking around, and doing their own things. To say I was dumbfounded would be an understatement. Guess these ARE the natives of the planet then.
John spoke up again after closing the video- "As you can see, Gents. We've come across an Alien civilization. That's why we're here. - Sir, the floor is yours again." John nodded at me and sat back down at his seat.
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Straight to the point like always, aren't we John?- "Right- .. Now, as General Remau has stated, we have encountered an Alien space going civilization. It's up to us to come up with a strategy on how to deal with this, and how we'll proceed from here."
The flock of advisors all looked at each-other, either not knowing what to say, or refusing to say anything on it - like always.
I spoke up again. "I propose a few options on how to proceed, we'll discuss all of them, and decide on the eventual future proceeding on this issue. We have a few options to choose from.
  1. We'll spy on the native of this planet, try to find enough intelligence as we are able too, while also ramping up our military production tenfold, as we do not know if these aliens are friend or foe.
  2. Isolate ourselves, and stay clear of them. Letting them live their lives, and hope they let us live ours.
  3. Opening up communications right away, and see if we can befriend them.
The floor is now open to voting, click the link on your pads which you receive-" the sound of multiple pads receiving a notification can be heard-, "- now, and vote which option YOU think we'll have to go with. Understood?"
Everyone nodded, and the voting commenced as it always would. Unlike most situations, now the voting seemed to take longer, as everyone was truly thinking of all possible scenarios. One's we are all familiar with.
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After 5 minutes the voting concluded, and the result were shown on the screen. 78% voted for option 1. Spying and intelligence gathering it is.
"Thank you all for voting. I, Kamura and Remau shall continue speaking on the best course of action regarding option 1. You're all dismissed. Keep in mind, this will be kept secret until we say so, understood?" Everyone in the room nodded once again- and began gathering their stuff to leave.
John and Ayumi walked over to me, and the 3 of us waited for the room to clear out of all occupants- apart from us. Once everyone left the room, the door locked itself shut. Allowing the three of us to speak undisturbed.
...
"Well, that's over-" John grumbled.
"You can say that again- I hate meetings as much as you do." I retorted back at him, giving a slight chuckle.
Ayumi perked up, "Come on guys, it wasn't that bad-"
"For you, yeah. You love 'em." I told her as I looked right at her. "They're like a party for you"
"That's not entirely true! .... for the most part-" She clapped back.
I gave her a smile. "Sure... back to the topic at hand- the best way to gather as much info on these sheep-ish people as possible. I propose sending more drones to the planet."
John let his own mind run with an idea, "What if we send one of our own guys to the planet with Cloaking armor, so he or she can do some ground work. See how they live, how they act, all that stuff."
"Wouldn't that cause political backlash?-" Ayumi spoke out in protest "-I mean.. sure, they will be cloaked, but what if they are discovered? We know nothing about their technology. For all we know, they surpass us in all fronts. Why not sent a "diplomatic" mission or somethi-"
"That's not going to work, Ayumi" I said, interrupting her. "-We can't let them know of our presence... yet..."
...
Minutes went by as we continued speaking on this- the three of us eventually decided on just sending a couple drone to the planet, and letting them do the work. Some drones would also be carrying probe droids. Tiny ones which can be hidden among furniture even, and the smallest cracks.
We are also going to increase our military spending and development. An order of 8K more ships will be placed later today- ... I honestly can't wait to get home soon. Just an hour more of chatting with these 2 nut cases- and I'm free. ... love 'em though.
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Sorry for it being short, as said, gotta think of me sleep bois!
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2024.05.24 00:07 Ill-Ad5218 Maryland Medicinal Patients STOCK UP ON DABS NOW - REC USERS GAIN ACCESS IN JULY (insider confirmed) - HUSH HUSH INDUSTRY UNDERHANDEDNESS

Maryland Medicinal Patients STOCK UP ON DABS NOW - REC USERS GAIN ACCESS IN JULY (insider confirmed) - HUSH HUSH INDUSTRY UNDERHANDEDNESS
I WILL NOT BE DISCLOSING THE LOCATION OF MY INSIDER KNOWLEDGE SO PLEASE DO NOT ASK. THAT SAID, I HAVE IT ON EXTREMELY GOOD AUTHORITY THAT VERY UNDERHANDDEDLY AND UNSPOKEN THE INDUSTRY PLANS TO GO FULL DAB ACESS FOR RECREATIONAL IN JULY.....
LEME EXPLAIN WHAT THIS MEANS AN WHY THIS HAPPENED AND HOW IT HAPPENED AND WHO'S BENEFITTING.
The industry was allowed to come into Maryland after having practiced their legislative bribery and illegal public Corruption techniques and use what they learn in each state prior to corner each state market even more than the one before. Thisncoming from businesses like VERANO that has a $1 billion annual revenue as of 2023 yet finds it necessary to Irradiate your cannabis that got mold from poor IPM care, rather than forego a harvest ....
N o no no, they use "safe radiation". . . Like the "safe PGR growth hormones" they use. They can't PROOVE a single.word of that yet they'll sell that product to people. People will see what I mean when they buy a micro processors grow starting in July and Wonder why it so much better then ppl will see what is Oldheads mean by 'i haven't smelled that in years.'
When the industry set up the industrial market here in Maryland they set it up initially as Medicinal Only. And no it because they needed to pass the legislation first to go rec. It was all set up and planned. . . To the day. . . Years before any residents were aware. Much like the hidden October 2023 predetermination deadline for the entrepreneurial cannabis lottery for the "disproportionately effected."
Which ensured only those "disproportionately effected" they wanted to be part of the circle that heard got this filed, as it was an ask an entire year before anyone knew if they even qualified for a liscence as per the "disproportionately effected areas" map IT WAS MEANT TI KEEP THISE EHO KNEW IN THE LOOP and all others very much out, and they still had over 2,000 applicants that netted over $9million in emtry fees. Which essentially assigned over 63% of entrepreneurial liscences to the highest crime areas in Maryland, the numbers dont lie, legidlators do.
Legislators and delegates like she who was convicted of accepting bribery money from companies to give them more social equity points. With that standing alongside JT Barnette partner to TRULIEVE CEO Kin Rivers Was charged with public corruption charges earning him 3 years federal time and $1.25 million in fines. . .
Were told no worries though..... It's not a corrupt market. Not the marketplace where Mackie Barch, owner of Culta cam eout early on and said, you can see it on my locals inca podcast, "we don't want an open cannabis market" and continued to fear monger about open markets and insult Maryland residents who "don't know how to run a business or they'd be where we are now." Yes where he is now, with his families millions paying the state and illegally bringing legislators, ALLEGEDLY.
THE INDUSTRY set all the rules for the entrepreneurial processors and growers. Such as the square footage within which a recreational grower may grow and stipulated they may not UTILISE vertical space to increase yields. They specify how much can be sold, how much can be transported daily. All of.this was out into play by millions given legally and through public corruption campaigns to illegally to those in charge of putting ink to paper. But again, we were told they investigated thoroughly when these companies were asking for social equity Liscencing in our state, back when we thought we'd have cannabis mom n pop shops, yet now we come to dabs.
Dabs were initially spelled out to be explicitly under control of the industry, as entrepreneurial processors have access only to process Distillate and Edibles. Now, this makes absolutely zero sense. Edibles are the number one reason cannabis incidents are reported to emergency rooms and Poison control hotlines, NOT DABS. And it was specifically the "potency" of concentrates which is spelled.outnas reason to not allow recreational users access to the product.
This was a set up. Follow me here. Distillate contains no Terpenes or minimal Terpenes, as edibles do as well and actually edibles use Botanical Terpenes. This means not only can the entrepreneurial person starting 4 years after industry established a client base and name for themselves, only process the hardest dab to make in a lab, distillate but the also lack access to the unique profile presentations of Terpene combinations.
This keeps those processors from having any real stand out name as they're unable to really create a standout product. . . Without Terpenes. Even if you don't believe that or think I'm conspiratorial. . . Follow me a second more.
Now that the social equity lottery has taken place, as underhanded as it was, as REDICULOUS as it was to be called a lottery for the "disproportionately effected" given a liscence cost $50,000 not to mention the entire business be up and essentially operable, and 86 of approximately 1500 people got their 51-$55,000 piece of paper nownthe industry is really pulling the carpet
BY setting up the market as medicinal, then "converting" it to a DUAL market, the industry managed to narrow the number of businesses involved in cannabis in Maryland and those who pushed for this $2.48 million cost conversion per dispensary were the same predatory businesses like MACKIE "GOT NO BITE" BARCH CEO of CULTA and KIM CORRUPTABLE RIVERS CEO OF TRULIEve ended up buying those companies which went under either unable to afford those prices or as one owner told me, he just didn't Wana play the game they're playing and he made his several million.
That business was purchased naturally by an industrial corporation Terrascend. So they narrowed the playing field by using sky high financial barriers l, which the state of Maryland is returning $1.25 million to them per dispensary .. . . Makes one wonder what the point was? Because all they did was change some wording on papers. . . Nothing took place otherwise, no new buildings, no new facilities. Just new lines, and a SEPERATE order space to be taxed.
But not only this, as I mentioned they ensured to maintain a control on the processing of Terpene ladden dabs aka Resin and Rosin not distillate, though they can process Distillate as well, and edibles. But initially recreational Users as I said were said to be too powder footed for dabs, they're just too strong for these people. Again a REDICULOUS argument on its face. And now the truth is revealed.
With the industry very quietly allowing access to Dabs by recreational users, they have now scooped up that generous 20% of the market that is Dab Sales, and they flood it into recreational land. This will inevitably skyrocket the price of Dabs, even though logically speaking over time it should decrease the price. 
But it's industry so I wouldn't count on that less they benefit as well. By allowing rec. Users access to dabs, this means they get to sell dabs to them, but the processors meant to also be that market really, the recreational market, they're unable to process DABS like RESIN, ROSIN, SUGAR, BADDER, BUDDER, CRUMBLE, SHATTER. And this is absolutely and unfair playing field. I will mention again, entrepreneurs have no access to that which makes them stand apart.
Why do people LOVE EVERMORE? BECAUSE THEY STAND OUT. . . THEY WERE THE FIRST TO FOCUS EXPLICITLY ON TERPS WHILE MAINTAINING POTENCY OF THE PSYCHOACTIVITY. No entrepreneurial processors will have this opportunity. And tell me who's going to be purchasing dudes distillate over some Pink Lemonade it Blueberry Muffins Live Resin Carts?
Nobody .... And this is absolutely disgusting our legislators have let this come into being. The entire process has been underhanded, hush hush, and not meant to allow the average Marylander, the people referred to in the legislation specifically as "disproportionately effected" by cannabis prohibition. They laid out the entrepreneurial market with 64% of liscences assigned to the most violent crime ridden areas in Maryland after explicitly staing their goal was to avoid this.
Yet Western Maryland got 3 of liscences, from Garrett County to Hagerstown and Garrett County sees none. A county with more police per capital than Baltimore City and a major drug problem with little actual help for said issue as the sheriff there makes too much busting addicts onxa revolving basis to allow a detox facility that isn't torture.
And when we look at the initial INDISTRIAL MARKET RACE OUTLINE, 75% white men owned the medicinal market to start. The increase in black involvement has been hired workers and entrepreneurs, not industry..... Remember they were caught bribing delegates so as to notnhave to meet said guidelines. . . Yet they shove them at entrepreneurs and Maryland residents like they are. Ok initially 10% of the market was BLACK INVESTMENT and 75% of that was in 1 company G LEAF.
LET ME BE CLEAR I ADVOCATE AGANIST SOCIAL EQUITY, BUT WHEN I SAY THIS ISNT WHAT THEY TOLD US..... I MEAN THEYRE SHIVING IT INTO OUR LIVES WITHOUT CHOICE, YET ARE UNWILLING TO ABIDE BY THE SAME THEMSELVES AS PROOVEN BY TRULIEVES' CEOs BUSINESS PARTNER BUSTED FOR A YEARS LONG PUBLIC CORRUPTION SCHEME INVOLVING MAYORIAL INDIVIDUALS IN THE STATE TRUKUEBE HAD OTHER LAWSUITS REGARDING ABANDONMENT OF EMPLOYEES WITHOUT SEVERANCE PAY.
CANNAIS HAS BEEN CREATED UNDER THE ORESSURE OF ILLEGALITY AND BY HANDS IF REAL PEOPLE DUCKING AND DODGING THE LAW. I MEAN I HAVE A PROTOCOL BASED PARTIALLY ON MY HYPOTHESIS REGARDING THE DEVELOPMENT OF CANNABIS IN THE UNITED STATES SPECIFICALLY DUE TO THAT PRESSURE. REGARDLESS, THESE STRAINS ARE NOT THE INDUSTRIES, AND HIRING ON A LEGACY WORKER DOESNT MEAN THEY SUDDENLY ARE THE PEOPLE MADE THIS MARKET AND CREATED THESE WONDERS, NOT MILLIONAIRES.
WHICH IS WHY I AM ECSTATIC TO SEE THE FTC ban ALL NON COMPETES, BC NOTHING THESE INDISTRIAL CORPORATIONS POSESS IS PROPRIETARY TO THEM AT ALL..... IT WAS ALL DONE BY ILLICIT HANDS ON THE STREET BEFORE THEY CAME ALONG.
BHO, SHATTER, WE THE PEOPLE FIGURED THAT OUT, NOT SCIENTISTS IN MAIN CORPORATE INDUSTRY, A MARKET PLACE INDUSTRY NON EXISTENT UNTIL CREATED AND MAINTAINED UNDER PROHIBITIVE LAW BY OUR HANDS, STOLEN BY MILLIONAIRES LIKE Mackie "got no bite" BARCH CEO OF CULTA WITH FAMILY MONEY.
THE MAIN POINT HERE IS THREE FOLD, STOCK UP ON DABS BC PRICES WILL BE GOING UP IN JULY ON EORD OF A VERY RELIABLE SOURCE OF MINE, FOLLOW YOUR MAN FOR INSIDE INFO SOMETIMES INFOR UNKNOWN BY MOST, & MAKE IT A POINT TO STAND UP FOR YOUR RIGHTS AS A CANNAFAM MEMBER. TRY SOME MICRO GROW CANNABIS AND WHEN PEOPLE DO THEY WILL SEE THERE'S SOMETHING VERY NIT RIGHT WITH ALOT OF INDISTRIAL POT.
I AM NOT AVERSE TO BEING INCORRECT, SHOULD I BE I WILL OWN IT 100% regarding access to dabs for recreational users. . . . .but I'm not ....
Advoc8 always Meduc8 Daily 
Don't break the law while your breaking the law.
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2024.05.24 00:06 Waking-Devils I bought a hog farm from a retiring swineherd. There’s something wrong with the pigs.

“So, how much?”
I didn’t know Charles well, but well enough to guess that the grizzled hog farmer was a talented salesman. ‘No lowballs,’ I imagined him drawling, waggling his finger, and speaking over his exceptionally jutting chin.
“Three-hundred fifty for the land, the pen, and the house,” the man said. He spat, hard, and the tobacco-black phlegm stuck to the side of the fence post and slowly ran down the side in three rivulets.
“Then another twenty grand for the hogs. Two-hundred thirty-three of ‘em, not a large passel. Price of swine is goin’ up, I’ll tell you, so t’s the best I can give you for what you’s gettin’.”
I had expected to hand him even more money. Charles and his wife had a small operation, but big enough to matter, with a beautiful two-story farmhouse to accompany it nicely. I wasn’t getting a better deal anywhere else. At least not anywhere I wanted to be. I’d longed to live as a farmer in Tennessee ever since my family’s entire property burned to the ground back in the fall of ‘68. It was dry, and we’d just fertilized after the harvest.
Not a living thing was left untouched by the flames, not even my father, who ran back to get the horses after the barn shot up with a pillar of fire. We never found his body. Or maybe we did, but the charred dust of the barn, the corn, and the animals we called our lives and the blackened remains of the man that was my world were all reduced to ashes in the end. And when the wind came, they all blew away just the same, forever to leave me, my two sisters, and my mother behind.
I held out my hand to Charles and we shook on it.
It wasn’t the life I envisioned for myself. Not when I got my engineering degree from Georgia Tech. Not when I began work at a small engineering firm. Not even when I saw the hog farm for sale less than an hour from my house did I realize that was the world I lost that I needed back. My wife didn’t care; in fact, it brought her work commute down to forty minutes from an hour ten.
After we moved there and I began consulting part-time to make allowance for the time I needed to spend raising the hogs, caring for the land, and tending to my now-pregnant wife, the fulfillment I sought seemed that much closer. But only that. Closer, yet still out of the reach of my yearning clutches. It wasn’t until two years after I bought the farm, almost to the day, that the chips seemed to fall on my side with her.
“Micah?”
Jackie was calling from the cubicle over. Then I heard footsteps coming towards my own office space.
“Hey, yeah, did you finish the drainage plans for the floodplain you were working on? If so, I’d happily review and sign off on them.”
Jackie had come here a couple of years after I did. She was an intern at first, and everybody loved her cheery smile and sharp intellect, so she was hired on after she finished her degree. The youngest of our crew, she lived by herself in an apartment, but her lack of experience didn’t keep her from coolly sharing her opinion on matters of work when she knew she was right. And she was always right.
Jackie had always taken a liking to me in a way she didn’t seem to show toward the others. I never became sure of why she did, but I had my suspicions. Trauma and mystique go hand in hand. Maybe she saw me as broken in the same way she saw herself. After all, it didn’t take a psychologist to tell Jackie had her own skeletons in her closet. She just had that aura, the one that neglected children and broken adults share with each other. Nobody knew what life she walked out of and nobody cared. She did her job, and that was all the company cared for. But not me.
I turned away from my computer screen towards the opening of my cubicle and she was there, half silhouetted by the light behind her, staring me in the eye. Jackie trailed a finger down the edge of the cubicle wall, her mouth open barely enough for me to see her tongue flit deftly over her perfectly-aligned incisors. Ignoring my question, she continued.
“Your wife, I take it?”
She gestured with an outstretched palm toward the wedding photo I had framed on my desk.
“Yeah. Hard to believe we’ll be a family of three soon. Ha!”
I chuckled, nervously. Slightly excitedly, too. I can’t tell if Jackie knew that the latter was for what I knew was coming rather than what I had already said, but I don’t think she would have cared one way or the other.
“Say, she must be lonely waiting for you at home? I know that feeling. Being lonely.”
She took a step towards me and I glanced down at my feet. Looking back, it felt like an eternity, that looking down, that knowing what was happening and making a decision. It was a choice. And while it felt like it stretched for minutes, hours, I knew it was but a moment. Yet it only took a moment to make my descent into sin.
“I know it too. Well. Too well. She’s on a business trip - a long one. Say, I raise hogs. Prize swine, there’s good money in them. What’d you say about coming to see my farm sometime?”
It had been two hours since Jackie had left the farmhouse and was almost one-thirty in the morning, yet I wasn’t tired. According to my doctor, I have insomnia. According to my mother, I have “bad juju.” According to myself, well, I guess I just don’t feel like sleep is worth the trouble sometimes. That night, though, I didn’t sleep at all until the sun shone through my window in the early hours of the morning.
Living among swine never gave me a lot of grief before then. Some people hated the stench - my wife among them - but the manure never bothered me, and, come to find out, it didn’t bother Jackie, either. I would have asked if she had been on a farm as a child, but her demeanor and attitude told me that she wasn’t interested in the slightest in my life and that I shouldn’t be in hers, either. I suppose I wasn’t - not in the one outside of our affair, at least.
But that night, when the stars were out and shining like eyes in a limitless black sea, and when the wind rustled through the trees, a gigantic army moving across the land like a plague towards destinations unseen, I started to feel bothered in a way I never had before.
I had been sitting on the back porch in view of the pig pens after having just finished the chores. I knew I wasn’t drunk, I was only on my second beer, but sitting outside, half-empty bottle in hand, I suddenly wished I could be completely wasted. I’d never been one to believe in those types of things that you can’t touch with your hand or see with your eyes. The hair stood up on my arms and the taste of metal lapped my tongue as if a storm was coming. No, I didn’t believe in the things you couldn’t really feel, but I could sure as hell feel something now.
Unsettled, I was turning around to go get another beer before something caught my eye in the pig pen that made me glance over.
All of the pigs visible from this side of the house could be seen, through the metal fencing, staring in my direction. The ones who were blocked by the lumpy bodies of the other swine stood on the hind ends of the others to see. With their combined mass, the pigs strained the metal of the pen stalls until each stall’s fencing bulged out in the middle where the weight was distributed.
Most unique of all was the unanimous behavior of the swine. Not one fell out of sync. Each one, eyes glowing like headlights in the dark, bodies silhouetted against the light of the moon, was without noise or disturbance. Once all of the pigs were in position, they all stayed ominously still.
As I watched, one by one, hundreds of eyes closed, and a wave of darkness spread over the pen as no more eyes were open to reflect the light. I swore for a moment that the stars did too and that the world around me plunged into complete darkness, but I cannot be for certain, because at that same moment, I involuntarily blinked.
I say involuntarily because, frozen in place, the scene was too strange for me to willingly turn away from. I do not know if the same force that caused the swine to flicker their eyes caused me to do the same, perhaps a gust of wind - or of something less tangible - but upon opening them, the pigs had returned to their discord, with several having already gone to sleep. Deeply disturbed, I went inside the house and drank until the morning came and I finally found sleep.
My wife returned from her trip soon enough and without much ado upon her arrival. For the next month or so, the two of us were together, and our lives were lived without significant discord. None that she knew about, anyway. I never told her about Jackie and I certainly didn’t mention the times I saw my coworker after my wife returned, either. And while I did float an innocent question to her asking if she had noticed any of the hogs’ strange behavior, I didn’t enlighten her as to the motivation for my interrogative manner. She never appreciated being in the company of swine as it was, and turning her disdain into disgust wasn’t on my agenda.
Almost as abruptly as she had returned, my wife left, again, to be gone for the next week and a half on another trip. Probably best for her, too, because the hottest days of the year hit western Tennessee when she wasn’t there to experience them. And no sooner had she gone than Jackie resumed her nightly visits to the farm. Each time, she showed up without much notice, if any at all, and left just as abruptly.
Funnily enough, I didn’t care much. I felt no more and no less empty after she left than when she was here. So after I spent my days with my eyes on my screen and my nose in my boss’s ass, I spent my nights staring up through the bottoms of bone-dry bottles, faintly wondering if the path I walked down could’ve been just a little warmer or just a little brighter if things were different.
In spite of my catering towards my boss’s every wish at the office, he didn’t return the good-will in kind.
“What do you mean you’re asking for a raise?”
I swallowed and continued.
“I mean that it’s been five years, Glenn. I simply asked that my pay might increase to match inflation.”
My boss folded his hands across his desk and sighed. Pulling a handkerchief from his pocket, he dabbed at a couple of beads of sweat running down from his brow. We were in the heat of summer, and the air hung thick and humid around us. The office had air conditioning, but the unit was old, and the fan whistling away in the corner didn’t do much good against the record-breaking heat pressing in around us.
“I’m sorry, Micah. It’s just that you’re consulting, now, and
 I can’t afford you those kinds of benefits-”
“What do you mean benefits? I’ve been here long enough I’m owed at least that, Glenn! What the fuck do you think I’m still here for? Pot lucks?”
That was the first time I had lost my temper at my boss; at least, the first time since he ripped up one of my drafts for a project several years back. That had been a long day for both of us. Now, Glenn sat back and scowled ever so slightly, and only for a brief moment, an indication that his inhibitions keeping his attitude in check were wearing thin. Nonetheless, he put on a smile, and chuckled coldly.
“Micah, look- you always were my right hand man, but you’re here so little now. One could say you’re more like my right thumb man, now.”
That was a long day too. The heat didn’t help. Somehow some bugs got into the office. Somebody probably left a door open to quash the heat, fruitlessly.
No wonder the AC’s shot, I thought to myself.
By the time it was the hour for me to leave, there were moths flitting around the lights, flies eating the stale food in the cafe, gnats alighting on every exposed surface in the office- insects were everywhere. I figured that door must have been left open most of the day.
Gotta be pretty stupid bugs, if this is where they want to be.
The time came for me to leave and I did so without a fuss. As little as I could manage, anyway. I took time to complete some errands and returned home, only to realize the heat wasn’t much less oppressive there than it was at the office, even if there weren’t any insects. If anything, it felt oddly empty without them, even after Jackie showed up. The rest of that evening was a blur of empty bottles and used cigarette butts littering the porch.
At some point — two in the morning, three, it didn’t matter — I was pulled out of my drunken slumber and forced into sobriety by a noise I could no more determine the source of than what I had eaten for dinner a year ago from the day. I sat up with a jolt and listened, suddenly feeling the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.
The sound, if it could be called that, was discordant, unnatural, wrong — and yet, I couldn’t remember another thing about it. It wasn’t a sound heard through your ears, a vibration in your skin, nor even a sensation of one’s physical brain; it was a thought processed through one’s sleeping soul, something that certainly cannot be described with words without diminishing the weightiness placed; without negating, in full, the sense of abject horror at its state of being.
I had sat atop that precipice between reality and unreality; sleep, the abyss, where devils absently play amongst the nightmares of men. I told myself it was just that, a dream, but I know now that the place I was and the places I was soon to go were gateways between the waking world and the one beneath it. Before I had time to process what I had just felt, I heard another sound, this one very much real, and resembling a dying animal. Slowly, I made my way out of my crumpled bed and opened the blinds. I almost wished, upon doing so, that I was back on the precipice.
Thirteen of the hogs stood in a circle on the lawn; how they had gotten out, I don’t know. Each stood perfectly still, equidistant from the next, and faced a quivering shadow in the middle of them all. I could make out faint features: a scraggly beard, a bottle- whether the man was a hiker or a drunk, I couldn’t tell. Nonetheless, he had wound up on my property, and found himself caught in a circle of pigs.
I watched the man’s motions and noted with rising horror that as he walked in one direction, the circle of pigs shifted to keep him at the center of the ring, and all the while they drew nearer to him. The man was clearly intoxicated now; it was almost half a minute before he stumbled, fell, and no sooner squelched in the dirt than thirteen squeals rang through the night and the animals blotted out his body from sight with their unified mass.
The man let out one scream but could manage no more than one. The ring was a blur of motion. I saw little but I saw enough; one pig reared its glistening head and I watched part of a scalp fly from its gaping mouth, arcing dark liquid as it trailed across the yard. Another couple chunks of meat rolled away from the pile and reached a stop several feet away in the yard; once the pigs were through with their feast, they broke off from the previous site, now nothing but a red stain on the earth, and gobbled up the pieces that had got away.
It took me the next four hours to get the pigs back into their pen, but I managed it. And, none had to be shot in the process, though I surmised I should come with a gun readied. A cleanup wasn’t necessary either; it was a hog farm, so it’d be getting dirty again soon. I considered another individual might find the stain, but there was no proof it was human blood, and I had no intention of calling the police out there.
That morning, my boss was late to work. I suppose that’s to be expected, though, when one has had their tires slashed. He was livid, and I didn’t correct his supposition that his ex-wife had committed the act, though I’m sure he would have loved another reason to fire me. After all, I was nothing more than a right thumb man.
The day had gone quicker and cooler than the former, and the low droning of the rain made the day seem just a little less lonely. Of course, I was slated to see Jackie that night, and after lunch I had left work, gone off to purchase more drinks from the local liquor store. I remember having gotten enough to fill the passenger seat of my truck, and felt almost as if the pile of liquor was a singular being, watching me; the silently judgemental friend. I had a twinge of anxiety, and half wondered if I was going insane; at that, I laughed.
The air was cool when Jackie got there. My mother always used to call that the first breath of autumn, when the reaper opened his eyes and cooed softly to his crop before the inferno was snuffed out by the frigid winter. As a child, I didn’t pay much attention to her words, but as I grew older I felt the cold in my bones, and tonight I felt it in my soul, a faint whisper of death like the mark of the beast. I watched Jackie’s hair whip to the side, a black flag in the wind, as she approached the house. On the doorstep, we embraced, and I recall she said she needed to talk.
“You’re an awfully successful man, Micah. And I know you’ve got a lot of money. Maybe you’re not wealthy, no, but you’re richer than me, and there’s enough to go around. It’d be a damn shame if your poor wife found out about me. No, I haven’t said a thing yet, and I know you know that, for the poor thing couldn’t take the stress and might just die. But I could say a thing, and maybe even a little more. And a nasty thing it’d be, too. I’d just ask for $1,000 a month, but times are tough, so I’m inclined to say $2,000 would be enough to keep my mouth shut. And, of course, we could continue seeing each other. . . if you’d so please.”
Some say they see red when they’re angry enough, but I still remember how I saw even less; the next five minutes of my life were no clearer to me than several brief glimpses of reality, interspersed by periods of unreality before the next glimpse. A scream, and then another. The thought: she’s got a knife. A bone snapped: mine, hers, it didn’t matter. Blood; spattered on the carpet, on my shirt, and the drip-drip of a glistening red globe, smashed in through the side like a cracked egg. I remember the silence before the adrenaline eased and I felt pain, and I remember the pain before the squelch when I issued one last kick to the body, lying on the ground.
It had been time for me to feed the pigs. Jackie usually helped me with the feeding when she came over, always with a coy look, and often it was short lived and I needed to finish the job on my own after she left. I was betting that she could help me again. Hoisting her up onto my shoulder wasn’t difficult, though I supposed she was lighter than usual. I stooped to pick up the last few pieces that didn’t come with the rest of her and took the two of us to our yard.
The part of the brain we, as people, already understand cannot possibly encompass every sensation which we, as people, feel. Scientifically, maybe- but that feeling that makes dogs bark at empty rooms; that makes cats stare into walls before jumping away, frightened; that feeling exists in humans, too. Call it a sixth sense, or ESP, it’s there, and I felt it when carrying Jackie. The birds had stopped calling, the trees had ceased rustling, and a low, droning buzz resounded outside the pig pen. It rose in volume and pitch, and as I dropped Jackie’s lifeless corpse onto the ground, it blocked entirely the noise of the world around me.
I didn’t even hear the thump. Nor did I hear the pigs, for it wasn’t until I looked up from her body, panting heavily from the effort of what had transpired, that I saw that we stood on the fringe of a gathering of the pigs. I couldn’t see if any remained in the pen, but I could see that at least a hundred gathered here outside the pen, all staring at me with glassy eyes and salivating mouths. Some stood on the haunches of the others to see, and many were covered in blood, having been left uncleaned since the events of the previous night. Even through the foggy daze I was in, my fear registered on a guttural level and, in horror at the unreality of what I was seeing, I backpedaled, eventually tripping over a rut in the earth and falling to the ground.
The next moment, each of the pigs had turned to look at what was left of Jackie. For a couple of seconds, they stared at her, and I realized that the droning in my ears had stopped, replaced with nothing but an ominous silence. That silence was short lived, for in one, unanimous, ear-splitting squeal, the pigs raced each other to the body, and carnage ensued.
The hogs in front no sooner reached the body than were ripped apart by the pigs behind them. Huge flaps of fatty skin hung in ribbons from the napes of their necks and blood sprayed in all directions as necks, limbs, tails, and extremities were mangled with the reckless abandon of a pack of wild dogs. I suppose that’s what they were; even if I treated them like domesticated creatures, they were animals, and they were out of the control of any constraints that civilization wanted to place on them.
The mass of flesh moved rhythmically and dripping bodies were flung like oversized rag dolls from the fray to land wetly and lifelessly on the earth. Occasionally, I would hear a crunch as bones were rent and snapped under the pressure of the fray, and squeals as the broken limbs stabbed through the fleshy bodies of the animals atop them. Hooves, teeth, and bones carved the flesh of the other pigs, and while blood and feces sprayed freely, chunks of gore rolled out of the fray like meaty baseballs.
The pleasant temperature drop had undone itself, as the wind had stopped blowing, and the stench of the scene hung thick in the hot and heavy air of late summer. I vomited, over and over, bent over in the shit and the blood, eyes watering from the smell, and blood dripped from everywhere on my body. It ran off my body in rivulets and pooled around my feet. Some was mine, but more was Jackie’s, and more yet was the remains of the pigs. Blood dripped from my mouth onto the dirt, and I could no longer tell if I was looking up towards the cruel stars, down at the earth, or witnessing the slaughter before me, for my sight was veiled by a coating of blood, and my senses were clouded by the rush of adrenaline, though I could do nothing but sit in shock.
Breathe.
A chunk of meat smacked me in the shoulder.
Breathe.
An ear bounced off of my forehead.
Breathe.
An opened artery sprayed blood across my face in a line.
Breathe.
My eyes recognized four pigs on the fringe of the conflict abandoning their course for what was left of Jackie and I saw turn to me, each foaming at the mouth like a rabid animal. I saw two get ripped away by two other pigs, but the remaining couple charged. The one that reached me first clamped its maw around my leg not a moment before the next reached it, bit into its neck, and thrashed it back and forth.
I couldn’t hear my own screams above the countless squeals of the hog pile and the constant wet ripping that resounded through the dark sky. Eventually, the pig that had bit me gave out with a squeal, but not before the lower half of my leg was snapped with one, final pull, and the pig behind then buried its face in the body of the dying hog before being dragged back into the conflict by another. I failed to even hear my cries of pain over the sounds of the fray; I knew I screamed only from the burning in my throat.
Breathe.
A second later, I was thrown by the arm and crashed against the soggy earth several feet away from the conflict. For a moment, I wondered if I was alive, or if the world I was seeing around me was really Hell, and I was a damned soul being punished for my sins. At that, I blacked out, and entered a timeless, dreamless slumber that sent the world back into the buzzing mayhem I had felt before the carnage.
I opened my eyes some brief time later to find that the buzzing persisted in my ears while awake. Perspiring heavily from the heat, I found I was lying on my back on the ground, facing the burning remains of my house. The buzzing was really the rush of flames lapping at the sky and the crackling of embers as the roaring fire pulled them out of sight.
“Swine,”
The voice, which rang impossibly clear in the noise of the night, above the roar of the inferno and the sounds of the approaching sirens, had come from but a few feet behind the back of my moist head. Even after all that had transpired, the word made my hair stand on end, for it was spoken with a voice that could snuff out the stars if it were to say that they ought to stop shining.
I turned my head to face behind me, groaning sharply from the pain, to see a man atop a mountain of hundreds of mutilated hogs. The pile ran with a constant stream of blood and feces, which dripped slowly over the terraced stack of corpses to form a small lake underneath, the edge of which lapped my face with miniature waves of gore.
“. . . they never learn.”
Then, the man smiled, and I realized with horror that his legs resembled those of ruminants.
And atop his head rested two ebony horns, glistening in the moonlight.
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2024.05.23 23:59 Right_Experience4070 I (28F) passed my driving test yesterday and here are my observations and advices for anxious drivers

I’ve always been anxious. Growing up in a remote area, driving was a necessity. I had my first panic attack the day before my test and my relationship with my mother was difficult since, she didn’t understand that I was terrified of driving.
My anxiety and OCD increased exponentially during my studies. I had difficulty maintaining healthy relationships. I was afraid to travel, to go out with friends, to simply enjoy life. I also had a very bad case of paruresis which prevented me from so much.
A year ago, I wanted to finally be able to live my life peacefully. I found a psychologist and started therapy. At the same time, I decided to try to finish my driver’s license again to test my new found skills in therapy. I gave myself from October to May to complete it, here are my observations and advices:
-Set yourself a time limited for completing your license: for anxious people, avoidance is a trap. It creates an instant feeling of relief that can quickly become dangerous. It’s a vicious circle with anxiety decreasing dramatically only to return stronger the next time. Setting a time limit to take the test is crucial. I wanted to take my test in spring therefore I booked it in March for May.
-Practice gradually: it’s normal not to want to do complicated routes right from the start. I started my practice on small streets. For a whole month, I was just driving back and forth on my street and trying to learn how to park. I then tried the same route in a more crowded part of my town. Then I modified my route a little, took different streets and tried higher speed limits. It took me over 4 months to try to drive at a mere 70 km speed limit. After 6 months, I had made my first trip on the highway. Finally, two weeks before the test, I practiced three times a week at the test site to fully understand the area.
-It’s okay to have a bad driving day: I panicked and ended in tears so many times. My first reaction was always to stop driving and give up. It’s normal not to be perfect the first times. Let’s give ourselves the love and respect we deserve. When panic sets in, we find a place to stop, take the time to breathe and calm down and if possible drive back. If not, we simply stop, hand over the wheel, and try again next time.
-Driving evaluators don’t want us to fail: I failed my attempts at parallel parking. I was going much slower than the speed limit. I was so nervous, I thought I was going to faint. However, the evaluator was very helpful and understanding. I explained that I was anxious about taking the test. He took the time to explain the instructions, the rules to follow and the route ahead. I was so scared that he would suddenly ask me to change lanes. Every turn was indicated two blocks in advance.
-Most people who took the test passed it: this is not a certainty but from what I observed while waiting for my test, most passed. I saw all kinds of people (teenagers, adults and older people). Some were unbothered and others very anxious. A large majority got their driving license. For those whom it was inconclusive, the explanations for improving were very clear. It was possible to retake the test quickly and the evaluators were reassuring about the eventual success.
-Our worst enemy is the limits we hold to ourselves: everyone drives poorly at the beginning. It is practice and consistency that are the necessary tools for improvement. The limits we set to ourselves are not rational. Believe in yourself as you would in a friend.
I hope it will help some. I firmly believe you can do it. Lots of love.
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2024.05.23 23:57 Timmy-Burch Shout out to a great host

Was playing and joined a public lobby ~3 am EST. Host’s name was “SickMind” they were lime the whole game. I was extremely stoned. We did skeld for a couple rounds then switched to polus. I never do polus and being high I was running in circles trying to figure out how to do tasks lmao.
Anyways you were super smart and great at figuring out imps so when I got imp I made sure to kill you so that you wouldn’t deduce it was me lmao
Just wanna thank you for a few fun games, being a good host and not tolerating bullying/discrimination/cheating from other players also you’re super good at the game hope to play again sometime
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2024.05.23 23:52 lucidlydreaming1011 I was the supply

We were good friends for a couple years first. He was in an open relationship (this is true and confirmed he is not lying about this). He’s never told me that he has bpd but this is the only explanation for the behaviour. He told me he had a crush on me. I finally revealed it was reciprocated after initial hesitation due to the situation. He love bombed me at first and then became hot and cold. He always managed to come back around. A year and a half passes and a long standing promise that was made was broken by him. I felt humiliated and embarrassed as a result. I tried to chalk it up to it being impossible to being fulfilled. We talked and I thought it was somewhat resolved despite still being hurt. But then he began to avoid me. 2 months have gone by where he would ghost every other message. But I’d always check back in to see if he was ok. Responses were curt. Now it’s been 2 weeks of radio silence. We are in the same social circle in which he’s still active. I don’t know what to do since we share a friend group.
Edit - grammar. Also this is a really high level basic overview of the situation. My friend is a therapist and she told me this person definitely has bpd from my description and stories.
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2024.05.23 23:48 DescriptionNice5477 I can't get the series of Snape before his teaching days out of my head. Please enjoy my version of a 2 season series of Snape:

Season 1:

Episode 1: Severus Snape starts his final year at Hogwarts. His friendship with Lily Evans is strained due to his growing interest in the Dark Arts and his association with future Death Eaters. He observes James Potter and Lily growing closer, fueling his resentment.
Episode 2: Snape excels in Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts, impressing his professors. He delves deeper into dark magic, alienating many of his peers. Lily confronts him about his choices, leading to a heated argument.
Episode 3: Snape's friendship with Lily reaches a breaking point. He calls her a mudblood in a moment of humiliation, damaging their relationship irreparably. Snape seeks solace in his Dark Arts studies and his newfound Death Eater connections.
Episode 4: Voldemort takes notice of Snape's talent in Potions and tasks him with creating a powerful elixir, claiming it will be used to strengthen the Death Eaters. Snape, eager to prove himself, throws himself into the project.
Episode 5: Snape completes the potion, believing it to be a tool for empowering Voldemort's followers. However, he soon learns that Voldemort has used the potion to kill a group of "anti-wizard" mudbloods, including Lily's good friend. Snape is horrified by the realization of his indirect role in their deaths.
Episode 6: As graduation approaches, Snape is haunted by the consequences of his actions. He grapples with the weight of his choices and the lives lost due to his potion. The season ends with Snape at a crossroads, torn between his allegiance to Voldemort and the growing realization of the true nature of his actions.

Season 2:

Episode 1: Snape graduates from Hogwarts, carrying the heavy burden of his involvement in the deaths of the mudbloods. Despite his guilt, he continues to serve as a Death Eater, desperately trying to justify his actions to himself.
Episode 2: Snape struggles with the aftermath of his choices, constantly haunted by the lives lost. He throws himself into his work as a Death Eater, hoping to find a way to redeem himself in his own eyes.
Episode 3: Lily and James Potter announce their engagement, which sends Snape into a spiral of conflicting emotions. His love for Lily and his resentment towards James clash, further complicating his already troubled state of mind.
Episode 4: Snape, now deeply entrenched in Voldemort's inner circle, overhears part of a prophecy foretelling the Dark Lord's downfall. He relays the information to Voldemort, unaware of the dire consequences it will have for the Potters.
Episode 5: Snape discovers that Voldemort intends to kill the Potters and their young son, Harry. Realizing the grave mistake he made and the danger Lily is in, Snape turns to Dumbledore for help, secretly defecting from the Death Eaters.
Episode 6: In the aftermath of Voldemort's attack, Snape learns of Lily's death and is consumed by grief, remorse, and self-loathing. Dumbledore convinces him to help protect Harry when the time comes, giving Snape a purpose. Snape starts his new role as Potions Master at Hogwarts, setting the stage for his pivotal role in the events to come.
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2024.05.23 23:14 Disastrous-Ad-5299 Hospital - Pope.L’s solo show at South London Gallery

Never before have I walked into an exhibition and felt like a guest. A fortnight ago, at Hospital the solo show by Pope.L at the South London Gallery, I was struck by this feeling.
"I have a friend who is very sick and I've been visiting him quite a bit. And there are always things with illness that make you a stranger to your own experience. You know, this is going to take me into thinking about my own body, the bodies of people that I care for, and the bodies that may not be there in the future" the artist explains about the exhibition's title. The word comes from the Latin hospes: guest, stranger, visitor. It implies both being hosted and receiving visitors. The inherent ambivalence of the term confronts us with a necessary reconsideration of what kind of relationship a state of recovery implies.
The whole exhibition is a constant 'recovery', not only as a progressive change of stages of convalescence, but also as a practice of reactivating his archive. Since the 1970s, Pope.L's multidisciplinary practice has explored the relationship between society, politics and contemporary culture through performance, installation, video and writing, questioning issues such as language, gender, race and community.
The first work we encounter is an installation "reenactment" of Eating the Wall Street Journal (1991), one of Pope.L’s most famous works. In the original performance, the artist ate newspapers lubricated in ketchup and milk while sitting on a toilet atop a wooden tower. Dismantled from its original condition, the central installation in the main gallery looks like a collapsed piece of architecture, in front of which we find ourselves confused, trying to scan the remnants of the wc and the newspapers that belong to the original. As we walk around the installation, looking through the cracks in the beams, we find small bowls of fine, almost impalpable grey dust on the walls surrounding the installation. Scattered over them is an invitation to enter the work, to reimagine its fruition, not only visually but also gesturally. In the room there are also bottles of Buckfast and Cactus Jack, pharmaceutical bottles and cheap alcohol, metaphors for the relationship between family, alcoholism and self-medication.
The entire body of the installation seems to give way under the weight of such an imposing structure. At the top are some fishing rods with newspapers from the original work on the hook. Another level of recovery. Another level of reading. Like metastases running amok in a healthy organism, the objects become outgrowths, conceptual and visual ramifications of the original form.
A dusty white envelops the entire exhibition; it is not just the paint with which parts of the installation are painted, but an integral part of the body of work. Leaving the main gallery and walking down the road that leads to the Fire Station, a branch of the gallery, we find Blanket, a work created on the external banner that the gallery usually uses for communication, which the artist has reprinted in white with a small pale pink cross in the centre. As in other works by the artist, the connotations behind the use of white and the meaning of 'whiteness' are central to this exhibition. In this particular case, the banner refers to the use of white in funerary practices in Africa and Asia, countries where death is seen not as the end of life but as a key reference point. The title of the work, Blanket, on the other hand, suggests the healing role of the hospital, but also the idea of secrecy, cover and suffocation. Always questioning the symbolism of white as an element of supremacy.
On entering the Fire Station, the first thing you notice is the presence of flowers on the floor. Every week, dried marigold buds are scattered on the floor and gradually accumulate. In many cultures, marigold plays an important role as a protective amulet against evil spirits and bad energy. At the same time, it symbolises the connection between life and death, which is why in Mexico it is often bought as a gift for hospital patients.
The second part of the exhibition is spread over several floors. On the ground floor is a projection of Small Cup (2008), a video work by the artist in which an architectural model made from seeds of the US Capitol in Washington is devoured by a group of goats and chickens in an old abandoned textile factory. A radical and ironic critique of the food production system and how the food chain mirrors the failed political condition in the US.
In the front room, the metaphor of disappearance introduced by the dismemberment of the miniature replica by the hungry group of animals becomes darker and more grotesque. A set of torches is placed at the entrance to the completely dark room in which the work Space Between the Letter Drawings is installed, consisting of letters covered in wood and aluminium and others that are absent. Absence becomes more important than presence. The text still becomes something to be experienced physically, organically. Pope.L again reverses fruition and medium to lead us to the conceptual result by a different route.
On the upper floors, dripping broken bottles and hospital jugs are installed upside down, as if gravity were pushing the drops to penetrate the deepest layers of the exhibition space. As if the drops could traverse the space, the viewers and the floor, making the whole body of the exhibition a porous, resonant and inviting body.
I walk down the stairs and out into the street, which is full of people outside and inside the exhibition space. Some people are even sitting inside talking. It looks like a waiting room. I turn to look at the gallery as I leave, like saying goodbye to a loved one you won't see for a while. Goodbye Pope.L.
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2024.05.23 23:13 TGdroL Astro a50 base station shuts off randomly.

Ok, so I’m back!!! Still same problem!!
I have Astro a50 I think Gen 4 lol the base station looks small lol
So I have them hooked up through an optical cable, into an hdmi to optical splitter so I can have it connected to my Xbox series x.
To use them I have to unplug the base station and replug it back in for it to work properly. Randomly the base station will shut off, leaving the Xbox symbol as the only lit up light on the base station. I still have sound in my headset but it’s almost monotoned. It almost sounds as if I’m under water, and to get my good sound back I have to unplug the base station and replug it back in. This happens a lot.. like when switching from Netflix to COD or from one app to another. It will shut off.. or just randomly it will turn off..
It’s getting so frustrating
 I’ve heard people saying it’s the internet connection but there is NO internet hooked up to it lol and my internet is amazing.. I don’t have any problems with it.
But I’m almost going crazy because of this
 does anyone know why it keeps doing this?
Also when I first brought my Xbox series x it made me update the base station for the hdmi input not the optical. But then I switched to the optical( way better sound). But I only had the hdmi hooked up for hours at most. Then switched to optical.
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2024.05.23 23:08 Oradainer Only a Myth - Part 21

First / Previous / Next
The ministry of secrets was indeed a busy place these days. Only the most loyal and trust worthy women and dare she say a few men worked beneath the halls of the Imperial palace, although who they were loyal to was sometimes a mystery. Mon’Kelron had visited a few times over her career, once at the behest of now Admiral Nar’Vala, and once at the behest of the Empress.
Once more, she followed one pace behind the Empress into the dark halls the ministry of secrets utilized. It was a strange mixture of the ancient dungeons of the past combined with almost magical Human technology. Spy-Mistress Kel’Taraan awaited the Empress as they passed the thick metal doors that although old, were without blemish.
Two of the ministry of secrets guards stood to each side, each in strange charcoal colored uniforms of some kind of thick cloth material and brandishing rifles that glowed blue from within their barrels. “More new Human technology.” She thought as they passed the check point and entered the sanctum of secrecy. Once inside, the two guards closed the impressive door and pressed a button on the wall, an intricate mechanism spun, forcing metal bars into place on all four sides of the door.
Empress Shi’Lana addressed the once ancient, but now middle aged Spy-Mistress. “How is our prisoner doing this morning?” She asked in a cold tone.
The Spy-Mistress waved for the group to follow her, “She is doing better now, we found a false tooth laced with poison and extracted it. We also used some of the medical nannites the Humans gave us to repair her face, Mon’Kelron did a staggering amount of damage, breaking her nose, maxilla and zygoma. She could not talk with all the swelling of her injuries.”
The Empress looked over to her Captain, “I heard you dispatched her, I did not know it was quite that brutal.”
Mon’Kelron sighed, “It wasn’t intended to be, it was instinctive, muscle memory. During that moment of terror I felt as if something unlocked inside me and I found I has incredible strength that was not there before the Humans repaired me.”
The Spy-Mistress cackled as they entered a room with a single chair in it’s center. In that chair was a woman, who appeared to be quite worse for wear. She was strapped to the chair by her ankles, shins, thighs, chest and neck. She did not look happy. “How are we doing this afternoon young Vir’Athen?”
The woman struggled against her bonds as she spat, “Better than all of you will be when our masters arrive with their fleet!”
The Empress raised an eyebrow to Kel’Taraan, “She speaks of the Howrons? Is she part of the lunatic fringe group New Beginnings or something else?”
“Oh, she is part of something else entirely. A group we had heard only whispers about in the past centuries, but we knew must exist.” Kel’Taraan sighed. “She is part of a group that calls themselves the Redeemers, who worship the Howrons, and have existed since they first came to our world.”
The woman settled down but spoke with vehemence, “We don’t worship them, they aren’t gods, but they are the rightful rulers of our race. For over ten generations we have been their presence on Alandra, and we don’t follow the orders of a false Empress!”
Mon’Kelron looked over to the Spy-Mistress, “I’m surprised she is speaking at all, if this group is as secretive as you say and even resorted to poisoning themselves rather than being captured.”
Kel’Taraan pointed to the tablet on the wall, one identical to the one in her quarters. “The Human’s gave us such wonderful toys. That medical tablet is monitoring a device that we implanted in the base of her spine, it completely inhibits the parts of the brain that control duplicity. Simply put, she can not lie to us, nor does she want to.”
“Humans!” The prisoner spat, “They are a blight on our universe, and the mortal enemy of the Howrons and the Ulraar!”
The Empress looked over to the Spy-Mistress, then back to the two other guards behind them, “I think I have seen enough for now, let us go to somewhere more private.”
As they turned to leave the prisoner shouted from her chair, tears running down her bruised and swollen cheeks, “The fleet is coming, and once they destroy the Humans they will lay waste to our world for siding with them! You will be the death of us all if you don’t repent!”
Mon’Kelron smirked at her, and slammed the door as she followed the group to Kel’Taraan’s private office. Leaving the two guardswomen outside the door she closed it and ensured it was locked before sitting in the only other chair in the office. The Spy-Mistess walked around her huge desk and sat in a strange chair that was obviously of Human manufacture.
“The prisoner, Vir’Athen has been grilled by myself and Spy-Mistress Isa’Bella for most of the morning. Her name is on no census, and other than her clothing and the pistol and reload cartridges she carried nothing else. Thankfully the devices the Human’s provided us with worked on our physiology. We have learned quite a good deal about this group from her, and will require Imperial permission to take out this group.” She stated, pressing her finger tips together.
The Empress sat back in the overly stuffed leather chair, “And you will have it of course, what will you need?”
Sighing the Spy-Mistress turned her computer monitor around, showing a map of the world with an island circled. “The group operates off an island compound near the equator, forty kilometers off shore. Evidently the Howrons set this group up with the means to operate and communicate with them.”
The Empress looked horrified, “They can communicate with the fleet even now? Have you informed the Humans?”
Kel’Taraan sat back and smiled, “Of course, they have been receiving everything we enter into our computers about this Redeemer group. Luckily this fleet believes they are only up against a single human warship. This other race of aliens are the ones that have Alex a bit nervous.”
Mon’Kelron spoke up, “The Ulraar? Yes, I wondered what the prisoner meant by that myself.”
Turning the computer monitor back around the Spy-Mistress grumbled, “As if things weren’t complicated enough, it seems the Howron have an alliance with this more advanced race against the Humans and have been in a state of on again, off again war for three centuries.”
“Hold on, I’m confused, why didn’t Alex and the others know their people were at war with the Howrons and this other race? They’re human after all!” Mon’Kelron asked.
Looking first at the Empress, then to Mon’Kelron, “You didn’t tell her?” She asked.
The Empress shook her head, “Nar’Vala was read in, but she is Admiral of our space based fleet, the Captain of my Guard didn’t need to know. She might as well now, tell her.”
“Very well your majesty.” She stated to the Empress before turning to Mon’Kelron, “The Humans are not from our Universe, thus far all who have arrived have come here by accident, including the first ship to grace our skies as well as the Missive of Dissent.”
Mon’Kelron nodded, “Yes, that is part of the fairy tale, that they were from another realm, that doesn’t explain why they don’t know about this ongoing war.”
“Ah, but it does. Alex and his crew have been piecing together a series of events over the last three and a half centuries. A huge Human warship known as the IFS Conquest of Mars was the first to arrive in our universe, and was met by hostility from a Howron colony a little over four light years from our own solar system. They destroyed the colony world, sending it into an ice age and starting this war with the Howrons.” Kel’Taraan stated.
Mon’Kelron nodded, “Ok, go on.”
The Spy-Mistress swiveled in her chair, “The Humans aboard the Conquest left for a system near a pulsar to a group of systems inside a nebula. It is a place the Howrons cannot reach, the pulsar bathes the entire region of space in harsh radiation, but the Ulraar can attack them. The reason Alex, and even the first crew of the Prosperity didn’t know about the other Human’s was simply a matter of timing, by the time they had arrived, the previous humans had started a war and left.”
Mon’Kelron looked over to the Empress, then back to the Spy-Mistress, “So when the Howron found a Human ship in orbit above our planet they decided then that we needed to be conquered to keep the Humans from having allies?”
The Empress spoke up, “Perhaps at first, but once they found our planet to have vast reserves of Adamantine it became far more lucrative to them to take it from us as tribute. Though why they want it we still don’t know.”
The Spy-Mistress sighed, “Thanks to our esteemed guest, we now know why. Although she stated they were equals in their alliance, we believe the Howrons are buying technology from the Ulraar with Adamantine mined here. Alex noted the Ulraar ships, which he had been calling Trinar since they were all triangular in shape, used a vast amount of the substance in their hulls.”
The Empress balled up her fists, “So we have been slaves to these, these, beings simply because we had a resource they could use to bribe another group for technology?”
The Spy-Mistress shrugged, “It was always a mystery why they wanted the adamantine they forced us to extract, now we know. The Ulraar are more technologically advanced than the Howron, but neither seem to be able to get the upper hand on the group of Human’s in the nebula.”
Mon’Kelron tapped the overstuffed arm of the chair as she thought, “If the Humans here know where the Conquest went, what is stopping them from leaving us to the Howron to find more of their kind?”
The Spy-Mistress stopped swiveling her chair, “I spent the best seventy five years of my life with the Humans on the Prosperity, my Emmet
” She broke off her words and put her knuckles to her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes. “The Humans will not abide slavery of any kind, Alex has made this abundantly clear. He will not leave until our system is safe and we can defend ourselves properly.”
Neither the Empress or the Captain had ever seen Kel’Taraan this emotional before, they both waited, giving her time to compose herself. “They will not leave us to our fate, they have committed Humans to crew the last two vessels. This new information changes nothing in the short term, in the long term they may reach out to the other group of Humans.”
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Monty looked over to Kelly as she sat down on the couch beside her. She had a plate full of cake and a huge glass of milk. “Are you alright? You kind of lost it there for a moment in your office.”
Kelly sighed as she put her glass on the side table. “Being a replicant is taking some getting used to. I can remember things as clearly as if it happened only moments ago, even if it were centuries past.”
“I guess Emmet was someone special to you?” Monty asked.
Nodding, Kelly answered, “He was the most important person in my life. He was my husband, and although we could never have offspring, I always wanted a family. I had health issues when I was young and he was the ships doctor. I was the advisor to the Empress and he took a liking to me, bringing me up to their ship to fix what ailed me.”
Monty nodded, “So that explains your exceptionally long lifespan. You spent seventy five years together?”
Kelly picked up her fork and took a bite from the piece of cake, nodding to Monty, “I did, seventy five wonderful years.” She started tearing up again. “I’m sorry, now I can recall everything with perfect clarity, it’s painful remembering those times, and my mind wondered to a time when I feared Emmet would leave me.” She wiped the tear away with her napkin.
Monty reached over and hugged her, letting her get it out of her system. “How about a comedy, something raunchy and stupid?”
Kelly nodded, “That sounds good, want some cake?”
Monty shook her head and got up to go over to the buffet table, grabbing some chocolate brownies and bringing back a plate full of them. “I’ve got everything I need right here.”
______________________________
“Thank you all for coming, have you all seen the information Kelly has collected from the Redeemer prisoner?” Kara asked as she stood in front of the now enlarged buffet table surrounded by Alex, Monty, Riven, Izzy, Valarie, John, Erin and Kelly. Nods from all around the table let her know that they had indeed read the latest bombshell from the planet.
Kara swiped her holo-tank to show the first time a Bells Inequality was detected from the surface of Alandra. “At the time we assumed this was sent from the Palace, however, after some talks with Kelly we have found this was not the case. That particular communication was sent from this Redeemer group. Kara looked to Kelly to continue.
The new replicant easily picked up the presentation, “We often wondered how the Howron knew where our research facilities were located. They have attempted to keep us technologically backwards to ensure we can never threaten them or leave our planet. It appears they setup this group centuries ago, and they have used their extensive spy network to pass on that information to the enemy. The city they destroyed housed a research lab working on nuclear fission.”
Kara picked up after Kelly, “Luckily Kelly is extremely paranoid, and the exact information as to our alliance has never been disclosed outside the Empresses inner circle. The prisoner, who was very highly placed in the Redeemer group is completely unaware of the mine field, the planetary defenses, or the new frigates. As of one hour ago the entirety of the Alandran navy, which isn’t as impressive as it sounds have been secretly launched to attack their island base.”
“We could just nuke it from orbit, it’s the only way to be sure.” Monty stated.
Kelly shook her head, “Sadly that is not a possibility, we need to capture those in charge of the organization and capture any equipment they may be using to contact the Howron. The news has stated the Empress was gravely injured in the attack and the assassin is still at large, with any luck this story will hold until the assault on the island.”
Alex spoke up, “So will it only be the navy that will launch this assault on the island?”
Kelly grinned across the table to Alex, “No, Spy-Mistress Isa’Bella and our best agents in the ministry of secrets will also be going. Not only will they know what to look for, they are also equipped with modern body armor and light rail guns, they should turn the tide of any technology the Howrons equipped the Redeemers with.”
John spoke up as he picked up a small sandwich cut at an angle from the table, “I take it you have a plan?”
Kelly walked over to the holo-tank and Kara moved over to allow her to use the device, “We believe the device they are using to communicate with the Howrons is in fact Ulraar technology, and will look quite different than the examples we have seen before. Kara had her doubts about the Howrons having the knowledge to create particle entanglement, it seems this is a pass me down from the Ulraar who have discovered string radio, though not its full range yet.”
Continuing, she swiped the holo-tank to show the last information about the alien fleet in the Lynx system. “If we can capture that device intact we can send false information to the Howron fleet. We could maneuver them directly into the minefield!”
Valarie shook her head, “How would that work, if they are as fanatical as we believe them to be, even with an implanted neural inhibitor they still couldn’t be controlled enough to send them a video message.”
Kara nodded to Kelly, who moved away from the holo-tank. “I’ve researched both Bells Inequalities that we have encountered since arriving in this universe. There isn’t enough bandwidth to send a video file, or even an audio file. I believe there are only three entangled atoms in the device, allowing for transmission of only one bit at a time with error correction. They are limited to text transmissions.”
Monty bounced as she understood, “So the Howrons would have no idea who was on the other side of the transmission, they would simply have to trust it was still their group sending the message.”
Izzy spoke up next, “But this could all be ruined if they manage to send a message to the Howron fleet?”
“Yes, which is why my agents will infiltrate the base and capture the device before the navy begins bombarding the island.” Kelly stated.
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2024.05.23 23:07 Disastrous-Ad-5299 Hospital - Pope.L’s solo show at South London Gallery

Never before have I walked into an exhibition and felt like a guest. A fortnight ago, at Hospital the solo show by Pope.L at the South London Gallery, I was struck by this feeling.
"I have a friend who is very sick and I've been visiting him quite a bit. And there are always things with illness that make you a stranger to your own experience. You know, this is going to take me into thinking about my own body, the bodies of people that I care for, and the bodies that may not be there in the future" the artist explains about the exhibition's title. The word comes from the Latin hospes: guest, stranger, visitor. It implies both being hosted and receiving visitors. The inherent ambivalence of the term confronts us with a necessary reconsideration of what kind of relationship a state of recovery implies.
The whole exhibition is a constant 'recovery', not only as a progressive change of stages of convalescence, but also as a practice of reactivating his archive. Since the 1970s, Pope.L's multidisciplinary practice has explored the relationship between society, politics and contemporary culture through performance, installation, video and writing, questioning issues such as language, gender, race and community.
The first work we encounter is an installation "reenactment" of Eating the Wall Street Journal (1991), one of Pope.L’s most famous works. In the original performance, the artist ate newspapers lubricated in ketchup and milk while sitting on a toilet atop a wooden tower. Dismantled from its original condition, the central installation in the main gallery looks like a collapsed piece of architecture, in front of which we find ourselves confused, trying to scan the remnants of the wc and the newspapers that belong to the original. As we walk around the installation, looking through the cracks in the beams, we find small bowls of fine, almost impalpable grey dust on the walls surrounding the installation. Scattered over them is an invitation to enter the work, to reimagine its fruition, not only visually but also gesturally. In the room there are also bottles of Buckfast and Cactus Jack, pharmaceutical bottles and cheap alcohol, metaphors for the relationship between family, alcoholism and self-medication.
The entire body of the installation seems to give way under the weight of such an imposing structure. At the top are some fishing rods with newspapers from the original work on the hook. Another level of recovery. Another level of reading. Like metastases running amok in a healthy organism, the objects become outgrowths, conceptual and visual ramifications of the original form.
A dusty white envelops the entire exhibition; it is not just the paint with which parts of the installation are painted, but an integral part of the body of work. Leaving the main gallery and walking down the road that leads to the Fire Station, a branch of the gallery, we find Blanket, a work created on the external banner that the gallery usually uses for communication, which the artist has reprinted in white with a small pale pink cross in the centre. As in other works by the artist, the connotations behind the use of white and the meaning of 'whiteness' are central to this exhibition. In this particular case, the banner refers to the use of white in funerary practices in Africa and Asia, countries where death is seen not as the end of life but as a key reference point. The title of the work, Blanket, on the other hand, suggests the healing role of the hospital, but also the idea of secrecy, cover and suffocation. Always questioning the symbolism of white as an element of supremacy.
On entering the Fire Station, the first thing you notice is the presence of flowers on the floor. Every week, dried marigold buds are scattered on the floor and gradually accumulate. In many cultures, marigold plays an important role as a protective amulet against evil spirits and bad energy. At the same time, it symbolises the connection between life and death, which is why in Mexico it is often bought as a gift for hospital patients.
The second part of the exhibition is spread over several floors. On the ground floor is a projection of Small Cup (2008), a video work by the artist in which an architectural model made from seeds of the US Capitol in Washington is devoured by a group of goats and chickens in an old abandoned textile factory. A radical and ironic critique of the food production system and how the food chain mirrors the failed political condition in the US.
In the front room, the metaphor of disappearance introduced by the dismemberment of the miniature replica by the hungry group of animals becomes darker and more grotesque. A set of torches is placed at the entrance to the completely dark room in which the work Space Between the Letter Drawings is installed, consisting of letters covered in wood and aluminium and others that are absent. Absence becomes more important than presence. The text still becomes something to be experienced physically, organically. Pope.L again reverses fruition and medium to lead us to the conceptual result by a different route.
On the upper floors, dripping broken bottles and hospital jugs are installed upside down, as if gravity were pushing the drops to penetrate the deepest layers of the exhibition space. As if the drops could traverse the space, the viewers and the floor, making the whole body of the exhibition a porous, resonant and inviting body.
I walk down the stairs and out into the street, which is full of people outside and inside the exhibition space. Some people are even sitting inside talking. It looks like a waiting room. I turn to look at the gallery as I leave, like saying goodbye to a loved one you won't see for a while. Goodbye Pope.L.
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2024.05.23 23:05 keith1341 Bricked Alienware m16 R1 AMD

So i made the unfortunate mistake of using the CTRL-ESC method of flashing the bios from version 1.10 (the version that it shipped with) to version 1.8. All went well with the flashing process, but when the machine restarted all I get are max fans, the rainbow colors on the keyboard, and the power button blinks red twice and blue twice.
I'm guessing at this point the bios chip itself needs to be re-flashed with a programmer. Does anyone know where the bios chip is located on the motherboard?
EDIT: I should also mention that the screen does not light up, so going into any kind of menu is not an option.
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2024.05.23 22:59 bomblamb I've had one good sleep in my entire life and I'm nearly constantly exhausted with other symptoms.

INFO: 28M 5"10 155 pounds United States
So, yeah, at this point I'm kind of just trying to survive. I've tried going to doctors and I realize that...this might be it for me. Was already a lethargic, slightly fat child growing up and got "fit" in my early 20s--to my shock, it had 0 influence on my condition. But hey, at least I have muscle now, eat better food, and I'm a healthy weight?
The one good sleep took place under weird circumstances; stayed up all night - I usually sleep at a good time and get 8 hours - was talking to a friend, etc. I woke up late in the afternoon and...everything felt different instantly. I flew out of bed, noticed my dark circles I've had since I was young were gone, could actually THINK for once, etc. Even walking outside just felt...different. I wasn't getting far more tired just walking around like I usually get. I have had a few other decent days, of course, though they were pretty rare and weren't quite the same feel. I also went to the hospital for a GI illness and was given some sort of IV or injection that made me feel more alive than I had in a few years--but it only lasted, what, an hour? Maybe it was just drugs. Note that I have been treated before with meds and given pain killers before. None ever made me feel that great. Some foods do make me feel weird, but a basic allergy panel just indicated I am severely allergic to shrimp, mold (like everyone), and dust. Antihistamines don't make me feel better.
Misc. symptoms or odd things:
Eyes and eye area feel and look fucked up; sunken, red, dark, etc. They sometimes get worse, they pretty much directly reflect how horrible I feel. My eyelids constantly twitch. Oh, I was told, "wow, your eyes don't look fucked up for once!" by someone after I had that one good sleep...predictably. I also have extremely severe dry eye.
I nearly constantly yawn. It is usual for me to wake up and yawn several times--and it sucks because it sets off my TMJ (jaw pain).
My body is constantly tense and uncomfy. When I briefly have felt better, my body felt much better in general.
Headaches have gotten far more common in recent years; I probably have one a few hours every day. Head also feels very pressured and uncomfortable 24/7.
Caffeine or aspirin makes me feel like hell; in fact, a few weeks ago I got deathly ill and I realized it was from aspirin, when I stopped taking it I felt much better in the next hours. I didn't even overdose!
I have one of the worst cases of cystic acne in the entire world and it has been getting worse and worse with age. I have dozens of cysts and even more pimples. Accutane and derm-recommended skincare failed. I'm sure it's completely unrelated to the fatigue issues though.
Other issues: on/off zinc deficiency (I do take zinc consistently), asthma (it's mostly very bad lung capacity inhalers don't help), bite/jaw issues (ortho recommended surgery; I can't afford it), past nose deformity breathing issues (insurance paid for surgery and, hey, it at least improved my life a little).
I did try to get some things, like a sleep study, but it fell through. I spent almost a year to finally get one referred by my insurance and...I wasn't able to fall asleep. I spent 9 hours just lying there, my body extremely uncomfortable and tense, exhausted out of my mind. I realize I will never be able to get a sleep study done.
Anyway, I'm sorry for the poor formatting, just really wanted to cover everything and I'm not even sure what's relevant anymore.
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2024.05.23 22:57 Contactunderground Why Do UFO Intelligences Deny Experiencers Quality Videos of Close Encounters?

Why Do UFO Intelligences Deny Experiencers Quality Videos of Close Encounters?
Why Do UFO Intelligences Deny Experiencers Quality Videos of Close Encounters?
Joseph Burkes MD 2019, edited 2023
https://preview.redd.it/gothk33fp82d1.jpg?width=267&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=008b5377f7e7b49c6cd42e2cdf39ee89c35a8dc9
UFO sighting reports number in the thousands every year. Many of these “objects” appear suddenly without warning and the sightings often last only a few seconds. Such conditions make obtaining photographic documentation challenging. But what about contact experiencers that have frequent sightings? This group reportedly can actually request sightings, sometimes with multiple witnesses present, and to the delight of those assembled anomalous nocturnal lights and even structured objects have reportedly appeared. Despite this apparent cooperation between humans and UAP intelligences, quality video and still photographic documentation almost never is obtained. When Steven Spielberg “Close Encounters of the Third Kind” types of images are recorded, computer-generated image (CGI) technology puts their authenticity into question.
It seems to me that the intelligence responsible for UAPs doesn’t allow quality videos to be obtained except under perhaps the most unusual circumstances. Why is this so?
I did volunteer contact work with the Center for the Study of Extraterrestrial Intelligence (CSETI) from 1992 to 1997. For five years I was the coordinator of a Close Encounters of the Fifth Kind contact team in Southern California. I also did fieldwork with the Hispanic contactee network now called “Rahma” in 1994, 2004, 2006 and 2009.
During many of our field investigations we had dramatic UFO sightings, but the quality video documentation that we wanted in order to promote our contact work, recruit new activists and effectively silence the self-styled debunkers and media shrills, was denied us again and again.
GULF BREEZE
From 1992 to 1994 four major encounters took place involving CSETI’s investigative teams. In only one of these events were quality videos obtained. This was in Gulf Breeze Florida in March of 1992. On that occasion, two independent video photographers filmed three or four saucer shaped UFOs. Still photographs were acquired during that amazing encounter as well. There were over 40 witnesses present.
FOR A BRIEF VIDEO OF THAT HISTORIC ENCOUNTER. https://vimeo.com/49694935
SOUTHERN ENGLAND
In July of 1992, a large brilliantly illuminated disc shaped craft approached CSETI team in the crop circle region of Southern England. It only did so during a powerful rainstorm that prevented photographic documentation. This significant encounter was showcased on an episode of the Fox TV show “Sightings” that aired in January of 1993. On that episode, two of the witnesses present described the signaling that occurred between the large disc hovering in a field and the contact team. There were three witnesses to this event, but again no video.
VOLCANIC ZONE NEAR MEXICO CITY
In Mexico at the base of Popocatepetl Volcano, I was present on Feb 1, 1993, when a large triangular shaped UFO signaled with powerful lights at the CSETI team at a distance of several hundred feet. Suddenly all the camera equipment stopped functioning. This included a video camera, a 35 mm SLR camera, and a spring activated “Brownie” inexpensive type of device. As soon as the triangle moved off, disappearing behind the volcano, all cameras functioned normally. There were five witnesses present but no objective documentation of the event was obtained.
LOS MITRES MOUNTAINS
In December of 1994 in Los Mitres Mountains of Northern Mexico, a CSETI team witnessed a large saucer sitting on the side of a mountain. It was so close that the witnesses were reportedly able to see humanoid beings move along the outside of the craft. The encounter, however, was only able to reach this high level of contact after the CSETI leader Dr. Greer and his assistant Ms. Shari Adamiak had agreed not to film the event. This occurred after they reportedly had received telepathic communication from UFO intelligence requesting that no photography be attempted. There were five witnesses present and no photographic documentation was obtained.
LOST OPPORTUNITIES
This historic record of lost opportunities indicates that the intelligence responsible for the UAPs does not readily cooperate with volunteer contact activists by allowing quality electronic video and still film documentation during Close Encounters. In my opinion this is especially vexing considering the presumably cooperative relationship that contact networks have with flying saucer intelligences. Why is this so?
Decades of speculative deliberation have come up with several possible explanations. None are very satisfying. Here are a few.
THE “ET MASTER PLAN” SCENARIO
UAP intelligence is following a long-term “master plan” that carefully modulates encounters only to a level that is most conducive for achieving their long-term objectives.
If convincing videos were made available with multiple credible witnesses present during the filming, this might lead to a precipitous realization that mankind is not alone with devastating effects on the belief systems that hold our planet together:
Stock markets could crash.
Fanatical new religions worshiping “space gods” might sprout up everywhere.
Fundamentalists might attack contactees as being in league with “Demons.”
Militarists might call for trillions to be spent on space-based weapons to protect us from an “alien invasion” while enriching their corporate patrons.
ETs MIGHT HAVE A DIFFERENT BIOLOGICAL CLOCK
The alleged “ETs” themselves might represent races of beings that as individuals live several hundred years. What seems to us an agonizing delay in getting video documentation might be a very short time for them. For all we know “they,” the so-called “extraterrestrial visitors,” have been here for thousands of years watching us and slowly revealing their presence in a gradual fashion.
In conclusion, UFO observers, both first-time witnesses and long-term experiencers, whether they be “contactees” or “abductees,” are being denied quality video of their encounters. This is because flying saucers intelligences have in my opinion deliberately prevented us from doing so, perhaps for some of the reasons discussed above.
This situation in my view is not set in stone. Despite the challenges for both novice UAP witnesses and those who have been singled out for repeated sightings, efforts to obtain quality video documentations of flying saucers must go on.
The possibility exists that at some time in the not-too-distant-future, UAP intelligences will ratchet up the level of interactions with humanity. Under improved conditions for communication and contact, they might be willing to grant us opportunities for obtaining quality videos of what appear to be craft.
A BOLD PLAN WHOSE TIME MAY COME
Imagine the following scenario. To break the media “UFO truth embargo,” dozens of contact teams plan a worldwide interactive event. Of course, this can only be attempted with the strong support of flying saucer intelligences. Contact activists could conceivably send an invitation to “ETs” whose appearance is requested at designated fieldwork sites around the globe. Once on location the saucers would then allow themselves to be filmed and via internet steaming video the whole world might have an opportunity to see it all happen live. This scenario would be possible most likely only after the US Executive Branch and other governments promised not to attack those staging the contact events. I imagine a great deal of pressure by an international peace movement would need to be exerted on governments that might attempt to block this event, or worse, attack the participants.
“This is impossible!” critics might insist. For now, at least, indeed it is impossible. But in a decade or perhaps in a generation, what seems like a wild scenario could become reality. To get this level of cooperation between flying saucer intelligences and contact activists, there will have to be far more openness and equality in the human/non-human relationship. I suspect that for this degree of coordination to occur, a profound transformation of human consciousness both at the individual and societal level will be required. In my judgment, these should be the goals of the international networks of volunteer contact workers that I have called the “Contact Underground.”
PERSEVERE!
My advice to my fellow contact enthusiasts is that we will just have to be patient. Advances are being made in terms of less expensive quality night vision equipment as well as systems that might allow easy live uplinks to the internet during fieldwork. These advancing technologies could conceivably be used by volunteer contact workers in cooperation with UAP intelligences to stage a series of live “People’s Disclosure” events.
This is important because the flying saucer presence, in my opinion, threatens “the powers that be.” This includes the military, economic and political establishments of our planet. I believe that elite opposition to acknowledging the reality of UFOs, including human “ET” psi interactions, makes it impossible to have any official in-depth open investigation of the phenomenon. In addition, the fear that flying saucers engender in the so-called “authorities” precludes them from establishing meaningful ongoing communication with UAP intelligences.
OUR BIRTH RIGHT
In a certain sense, it is the responsibility of the people of this planet to develop more open and sustainable relationships with any non-human intelligences present here on Earth. I believe that this will be achieved without any terrestrial authority granting us “permission” to do so. As one who for over a three decades has promoted human empowered contact, I imagine that forging this kind of peaceful and cooperative relationship is humanity’s birthright. No power on Earth should attempt to prevent us from achieving this just and noble goal.
Links to reports on contact events with documentation challenges described above:
This report was first published in 1993 on my return from a CE5 investigation in the “Volcanic Zone” near the Mexico City. There our team witnessed multiple UFOs including a large triangular “craft” that signaled at us.
https://contactunderground.wordpress.com/2022/02/20/ufo-investigation-in-the-volcanic-zone/
Shari Adamiak’s report on an astounding human-initiated contact event in Monterrey Mexico. A CE-5 team witnessed a large UFO. Non-human beings interacted with the team below a craft that hovered above them in Los Mitres Mountains.
https://contactunderground.wordpress.com/2023/11/04/close-encounters-of-the-fifth-kind-in-monterrey/

In this vintage broadcast from 1993 on the TV program "Sightings." a high-level human initiated contact event is described. A large saucer shaped craft reportedly was attracted to the CE-5 team during a rainstorm that prevented video documentation. The CSETI report starts at 12 minutes and 49 seconds.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UZxoYp9viRw&fbclid=IwAR2s1DnTlPi88Jl7K6HBAjHYl-esAApNuGP11kxfWrwq-KGiqZ0AsFaAp4w
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2024.05.23 22:56 kfrostborne Silver dragon alocasia struggles

Silver dragon alocasia struggles
I got this new plant from Walmart on clearance for $9, and it had a couple little brown ends, but looked like it had potential (I love adopting sad plants and trying to nurse them back to health).
I’m still newish to houseplants, so I made the mistake of not reading further into its care, and apparently stopped reading at “likes humidity, mist-“. I sprayed the tops, and the day after, the leaves curled under, and a whole stem and leaf turned to mush and fell off.
I just cleaned off the roots and found some root rot, but not tons. Is it possible to rehab this thing?!
Also, what are the wee nubs in the red circles?
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2024.05.23 22:55 Contactunderground Why Do UFO Intelligences Deny Experiencers Quality Videos of Close Encounters?

Why Do UFO Intelligences Deny Experiencers Quality Videos of Close Encounters?
Why Do UFO Intelligences Deny Experiencers Quality Videos of Close Encounters?
Joseph Burkes MD 2019, edited 2023
https://preview.redd.it/jg3f17hmo82d1.jpg?width=267&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=738fefac78dbfd5da88f17fe39d6176e776c1c45
UFO sighting reports number in the thousands every year. Many of these “objects” appear suddenly without warning and the sightings often last only a few seconds. Such conditions make obtaining photographic documentation challenging. But what about contact experiencers that have frequent sightings? This group reportedly can actually request sightings, sometimes with multiple witnesses present, and to the delight of those assembled anomalous nocturnal lights and even structured objects have reportedly appeared. Despite this apparent cooperation between humans and UAP intelligences, quality video and still photographic documentation almost never is obtained. When Steven Spielberg “Close Encounters of the Third Kind” types of images are recorded, computer-generated image (CGI) technology puts their authenticity into question.
It seems to me that the intelligence responsible for UAPs doesn’t allow quality videos to be obtained except under perhaps the most unusual circumstances. Why is this so?
I did volunteer contact work with the Center for the Study of Extraterrestrial Intelligence (CSETI) from 1992 to 1997. For five years I was the coordinator of a Close Encounters of the Fifth Kind contact team in Southern California. I also did fieldwork with the Hispanic contactee network now called “Rahma” in 1994, 2004, 2006 and 2009.
During many of our field investigations we had dramatic UFO sightings, but the quality video documentation that we wanted in order to promote our contact work, recruit new activists and effectively silence the self-styled debunkers and media shrills, was denied us again and again.
GULF BREEZE
From 1992 to 1994 four major encounters took place involving CSETI’s investigative teams. In only one of these events were quality videos obtained. This was in Gulf Breeze Florida in March of 1992. On that occasion, two independent video photographers filmed three or four saucer shaped UFOs. Still photographs were acquired during that amazing encounter as well. There were over 40 witnesses present.
FOR A BRIEF VIDEO OF THAT HISTORIC ENCOUNTER. https://vimeo.com/49694935
SOUTHERN ENGLAND
In July of 1992, a large brilliantly illuminated disc shaped craft approached CSETI team in the crop circle region of Southern England. It only did so during a powerful rainstorm that prevented photographic documentation. This significant encounter was showcased on an episode of the Fox TV show “Sightings” that aired in January of 1993. On that episode, two of the witnesses present described the signaling that occurred between the large disc hovering in a field and the contact team. There were three witnesses to this event, but again no video.
VOLCANIC ZONE NEAR MEXICO CITY
In Mexico at the base of Popocatepetl Volcano, I was present on Feb 1, 1993, when a large triangular shaped UFO signaled with powerful lights at the CSETI team at a distance of several hundred feet. Suddenly all the camera equipment stopped functioning. This included a video camera, a 35 mm SLR camera, and a spring activated “Brownie” inexpensive type of device. As soon as the triangle moved off, disappearing behind the volcano, all cameras functioned normally. There were five witnesses present but no objective documentation of the event was obtained.
LOS MITRES MOUNTAINS
In December of 1994 in Los Mitres Mountains of Northern Mexico, a CSETI team witnessed a large saucer sitting on the side of a mountain. It was so close that the witnesses were reportedly able to see humanoid beings move along the outside of the craft. The encounter, however, was only able to reach this high level of contact after the CSETI leader Dr. Greer and his assistant Ms. Shari Adamiak had agreed not to film the event. This occurred after they reportedly had received telepathic communication from UFO intelligence requesting that no photography be attempted. There were five witnesses present and no photographic documentation was obtained.
LOST OPPORTUNITIES
This historic record of lost opportunities indicates that the intelligence responsible for the UAPs does not readily cooperate with volunteer contact activists by allowing quality electronic video and still film documentation during Close Encounters. In my opinion this is especially vexing considering the presumably cooperative relationship that contact networks have with flying saucer intelligences. Why is this so?
Decades of speculative deliberation have come up with several possible explanations. None are very satisfying. Here are a few.
THE “ET MASTER PLAN” SCENARIO
UAP intelligence is following a long-term “master plan” that carefully modulates encounters only to a level that is most conducive for achieving their long-term objectives.
If convincing videos were made available with multiple credible witnesses present during the filming, this might lead to a precipitous realization that mankind is not alone with devastating effects on the belief systems that hold our planet together:
Stock markets could crash.
Fanatical new religions worshiping “space gods” might sprout up everywhere.
Fundamentalists might attack contactees as being in league with “Demons.”
Militarists might call for trillions to be spent on space-based weapons to protect us from an “alien invasion” while enriching their corporate patrons.
ETs MIGHT HAVE A DIFFERENT BIOLOGICAL CLOCK
The alleged “ETs” themselves might represent races of beings that as individuals live several hundred years. What seems to us an agonizing delay in getting video documentation might be a very short time for them. For all we know “they,” the so-called “extraterrestrial visitors,” have been here for thousands of years watching us and slowly revealing their presence in a gradual fashion.
In conclusion, UFO observers, both first-time witnesses and long-term experiencers, whether they be “contactees” or “abductees,” are being denied quality video of their encounters. This is because flying saucers intelligences have in my opinion deliberately prevented us from doing so, perhaps for some of the reasons discussed above.
This situation in my view is not set in stone. Despite the challenges for both novice UAP witnesses and those who have been singled out for repeated sightings, efforts to obtain quality video documentations of flying saucers must go on.
The possibility exists that at some time in the not-too-distant-future, UAP intelligences will ratchet up the level of interactions with humanity. Under improved conditions for communication and contact, they might be willing to grant us opportunities for obtaining quality videos of what appear to be craft.
A BOLD PLAN WHOSE TIME MAY COME
Imagine the following scenario. To break the media “UFO truth embargo,” dozens of contact teams plan a worldwide interactive event. Of course, this can only be attempted with the strong support of flying saucer intelligences. Contact activists could conceivably send an invitation to “ETs” whose appearance is requested at designated fieldwork sites around the globe. Once on location the saucers would then allow themselves to be filmed and via internet steaming video the whole world might have an opportunity to see it all happen live. This scenario would be possible most likely only after the US Executive Branch and other governments promised not to attack those staging the contact events. I imagine a great deal of pressure by an international peace movement would need to be exerted on governments that might attempt to block this event, or worse, attack the participants.
“This is impossible!” critics might insist. For now, at least, indeed it is impossible. But in a decade or perhaps in a generation, what seems like a wild scenario could become reality. To get this level of cooperation between flying saucer intelligences and contact activists, there will have to be far more openness and equality in the human/non-human relationship. I suspect that for this degree of coordination to occur, a profound transformation of human consciousness both at the individual and societal level will be required. In my judgment, these should be the goals of the international networks of volunteer contact workers that I have called the “Contact Underground.”
PERSEVERE!
My advice to my fellow contact enthusiasts is that we will just have to be patient. Advances are being made in terms of less expensive quality night vision equipment as well as systems that might allow easy live uplinks to the internet during fieldwork. These advancing technologies could conceivably be used by volunteer contact workers in cooperation with UAP intelligences to stage a series of live “People’s Disclosure” events.
This is important because the flying saucer presence, in my opinion, threatens “the powers that be.” This includes the military, economic and political establishments of our planet. I believe that elite opposition to acknowledging the reality of UFOs, including human “ET” psi interactions, makes it impossible to have any official in-depth open investigation of the phenomenon. In addition, the fear that flying saucers engender in the so-called “authorities” precludes them from establishing meaningful ongoing communication with UAP intelligences.
OUR BIRTH RIGHT
In a certain sense, it is the responsibility of the people of this planet to develop more open and sustainable relationships with any non-human intelligences present here on Earth. I believe that this will be achieved without any terrestrial authority granting us “permission” to do so. As one who for over a three decades has promoted human empowered contact, I imagine that forging this kind of peaceful and cooperative relationship is humanity’s birthright. No power on Earth should attempt to prevent us from achieving this just and noble goal.
Links to reports on contact events with documentation challenges described above:
This report was first published in 1993 on my return from a CE5 investigation in the “Volcanic Zone” near the Mexico City. There our team witnessed multiple UFOs including a large triangular “craft” that signaled at us.
https://contactunderground.wordpress.com/2022/02/20/ufo-investigation-in-the-volcanic-zone/
Shari Adamiak’s report on an astounding human-initiated contact event in Monterrey Mexico. A CE-5 team witnessed a large UFO. Non-human beings interacted with the team below a craft that hovered above them in Los Mitres Mountains.
https://contactunderground.wordpress.com/2023/11/04/close-encounters-of-the-fifth-kind-in-monterrey/

In this vintage broadcast from 1993 on the TV program "Sightings." a high-level human initiated contact event is described. A large saucer shaped craft reportedly was attracted to the CE-5 team during a rainstorm that prevented video documentation. The CSETI report starts at 12 minutes and 49 seconds.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UZxoYp9viRw&fbclid=IwAR2s1DnTlPi88Jl7K6HBAjHYl-esAApNuGP11kxfWrwq-KGiqZ0AsFaAp4w
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2024.05.23 22:54 AustralianChrono Chronologica's Drag Race Season 6: Episode 2- Prove Your Worth

Chronologica's Drag Race Season 6: Episode 2- Prove Your Worth
Ethan dramatically removes his balaclava, staring at the judges, revealing that he has shaved his scruffy beard off–and painted his lips oversized, to emphasize every word of the lip sync.
Hey, you, jump in this ride, it’s real nice and slippery inside
On the first line, Ethan back-flips into a split, and when he lands, he’s pointing to his mouth as he nails every word of the complicated rap lyrics.
Niagara Halls: “Holyyyyy shit. We’re getting STARTED!”
Squeeze my body, rock my body, boy, you make me go
Molly flounces around the stage, making funny faces and giving campy white dad dance moves. Ethan spins into a one-legged pose and grabs at himself seductively.
Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na, me go
Ethan grabs the leg holding himself up and yanks it to the side, making it look like he’s about to fall
but he twists into another gravity-defying flip, landing on all fours and kicking his other leg into the air as he reaches out plaintively towards the judges.
If we could be, stranger what you say? I'm really liking that way
Molly grabs at the air towards the judges, emoting fiercely, then pulls at the air comedically as if it’s a rope. She “pulls” herself off of the stage to the floor below the judges’ table, where she pulls a little notebook out of her bra and scribbles a note.
You whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it (uh)
Ethan whips his legs around, spinning out of the headstand and landing in a seductive “paint-me” pose, then kicking one leg up perfectly in time with the song’s whip-crack sound-effect.
Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na, me go
Molly shows the judges her note, which reads: “Please don’t make me steal the potion.” Ethan ignores her, cartwheeling forward one last time and landing in a perfectly posed confident power-punch stance.


The girls at the back of the stage look gooped, gagged, and gobbled.
Ethan Angel-Eye: “You’re welcome.”
Now THAT was a way to start the season. Racers
I’ve made my decision.
Shiseido Red: “This time, there’s no question.”
Ethan Angel-Eye. You’re a winner, baby!
Ethan nods, reaffixing his balaclava.
Condragulations–you’ve won this IMMUNITY POTION!–save it for when you’re at your most thirsty and desperate.
Molly Moppit: “Damn it. I wanted thaaat! Your thief of Season 6, robbed from day 1!”
Now, my racers. This isn’t over! You’ve proved why you’re here this week, but very soon, you’ll meet the rest of our cast
and see if you can prove why you should stick around! See you all very soon!!!
~
The racers enter the werkroom.
Lady Gag: “I can’t believe we’ve had our first week, over- and I didn’t WIN!”
“No mirror message, but god, Ethan, you might as well have made Molly write ONE, hah!” Niagara laughs, with no one else responding.
Niagara Halls: “I am so happy to have survived a week. I know I can kill a lip sync. But in a gown? Honey, gods were on my SIDE!” Niagara laughs.
“Funny coming from someone who would’ve gone home tonight!” Molly laughs.
Niagara gasps, before shutting her mouth.
Everyone sits down.
“First of all, I do want to say, despite me looking fantastic, and deserving a top two placement over those who are incapable of doing something exciting, talented and skilled-” Shiseido starts, as Molly gets up, walking away.
“Get on with the compliment.” Ethan looks at Shiseido.
“Congratulations, you cunt.” Shiseido starts to clap, as does Lokii- but no one else.
“Cool.” Ethan nods.
Ethan Angel-Eye: “I don’t need a participation award or clapping. I am a fucking talent, regardless of what the others in this group say. I know what I am capable of, and I am here to win.”
“I just want to know how you’re going to use that immunity potion.” Lady Gag says, playing with her bikini string.
Molly sneaks around the werkroom, grabbing another of Shiseido's wigs.
“Well, why would I tell you?” Ethan stares at Gag.
Gag rolls her eyes.
Ethan Angel-Eye: “When I use the potion, it’ll be for a reason. Smart. Logical. Ready to kill.”
“I do think we need to actually-” Niagara begins to giggle.
The others look confused.
“I think-” Niagara laughs. “Oh my gosh, so dumb
”
“What’s dumb?” Lady Gag looks as the giggling Niagara with confusion.
“Let’s scare these girls.” Niagara giggles. “With a message.”
“Hah.” Molly yells from the other end of the room. “Great idea!”
“I’ll do it.” Lady Gag grins, walking to the mirror.
The others all look on, as Lady Gag smirks, writing her message.
Lipstick Message: “BEWARE, UGLIES- YOU’RE LOSING!”
“Oh
 yes.” Lady Gag smirks.
Lady Gag: “These bitches better beware, because the winner- ME, is in the first group. So
” Lady Gag smiles. “I hope you enjoy your one moment
 because after that?”
Lady Gag winks.
Lady Gag: “It’s the Gag show.”
“...it’s like her brain is made of pure fumes.” Ethan whispers to Shiseido.
~
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In a denim pair of play jeans, with a big, pink sparkly belt, a purple t-shirt and a plain vest overlaid on top, Carly Shay Jepsen enters the werkroom with a wink. Her top and vest are covered with little ugly problem patterns and she wears a flat, flat wig, along with a big smile on her face. “Leave it all to ME!”
Carly Shay Jepsen: “I’m Carly Shay, and this is iCar-“
Carly looks at the cameraman.
Carly Shay Jepsen: “I can’t say that?! Where’s the fun in thaaaaat?!” Carly cackles. “Okay, round two.”
Carly adjusts herself in the confessional.
Carly Shay Jepsen: “I’m Carly Shay Jepsen, and you want fun drag? Leave it all to me.” Carly laughs. “Damn. That’s me.”
“Oh, first!” Carly cheers, before looking around. “Wait a minute
”
Carly Shay Jepsen: “I’m a Fresno Queen. Originally from Mexico, but you probably can’t tell from this pasty skin.” Carly laughs. “I’m a performer and a body girl living my Nickelodeon popstar fantasy. I don’t do big wild pageant drag- put me in a pair of jeans and heels, and I’m READY.”
“Woah.” Carly runs over to the various dressing stations, staring a bunch of blue clips. “So many clips.”
Suddenly, footsteps are heard, and Carly runs over to the front tables. She trips over her jeans, but turns it into a cool tumble and pops right back up, then runs and sits at one of the stools closest to the door.
“Ahhhhh!!!!” Carly shrieks excitedly.
In a massive black wedding gown, along with a veil that appears to go on for infinity, and a lace trimmed bodice, Francesca La Fataliá enters the werkroom with a smirk beneath her veil. “My wedding.” Francesca pulls apart the dress, revealing the edges soaked with red jewels emulating blood. “Your funeral.”
“OH MY GOD!” Carly falls off her seat in shock.
“
Are you okay?” Francesca raises an eyebrow.
“I’m GAGGED, lady!” Carly says, chuckling. “I’m okay, I’m okay!”
Francesca La Fataliá: “The Mother of Hell has arrived, and-“ Francesca smirks, as if proud of herself. “I’m here to knock you off your seats.”
“Fabulous, because I do not have the ability to help you up in this gown.” Francesca responds, as Carly star jumps up.
Francesca La Fataliá: “I’m the Venetian Mother of The Fatal House, and I’m here to deliver Gothic greatness.” Francesca smiles. “What kind of drag queen am I? Darkness, mystery, murder, performer, lip sync artist, seamstress
 just to name a few.”
“This gown is insane.” Carly smiles. “Who did you commission for it?”
“I made it myself, actually.” Francesca nods.
“GAG GAG GAG GAG GAG!” Carly snaps her fingers. “I bought these from Ross. Dress for less.”
“I can tell.” Francesca says with a cheeky smirk.
“Wait- there’s a message.” Carly looks at the mirror message, as Francesca turns around.
“What a stupid message.” Francesca rolls her eyes. “Should this intimidate us?”
“I’m not scared.” Carly shrugs.
Francesca picks up an eraser, and wipes off Lady Gag’s mirror message.
Francesca La Fataliá: “Instantly, I can tell Carly is young. Quite young. But- there’s a charisma to her, as well. It takes off a lot to pull off a pair of jeans, and she’s
half-doing it. And thank god, there’s more to the personality than just luxury brands.” Francesca scoffs.
Out walks Anne Dior Kashaut, wearing head to toe luxury brands- a Chanel Beret in copper, with a matching red wig, a Burberry scarf and vest in bronze, a gray Gucci labeled sweater and caramel mini skirt, a pair of Dior boots and sunglasses- and a massive birkin bag. “Do any of you speak French or German?”
“Brand Whore.” Francesca states matter of factly, shaking her head as she places her bouquet on the table.
“Bien, maintenant je peux dire de la merde sur toi en face.” Anne smiles.
“BONJOUR, HI, BABE!” Carly waves.
Anne Dior Kashaut: “I am Anne Dior Kashaut, and I’m simply put, your next winner.” Anne does a pageant wave, smiling to herself. “Preparing myself for my campaign moment.”
“Welcome!” Carly goes for a hug, as Anne shakes her head.
“No thanks, I don’t hug competition. Certainly not those in cheap jeans!”
“Wow, bitch!” Carly laughs, as if expecting Anne to be joking.
Anne Dior Kashaut: “I am a well-studied pageant queen. Each and every detail is impeccable. Stylised and deliberate, every thought prepared. I’m entering this werkroom in luxury. All earned from my multiple titles, of course, because I am a winner.”
“Another European.” Francesca says, looking at Anne.
“Oh, are you one of those Apocalyptica-inspired queens?” Anne looks Francesca up and down.
“No, I’ve been doing this for 20 years.” Francesca responds.
“Yikes!” Anne laughs. “DĂ©labrĂ©! Well, I’m a pageant queen. I’ve been doing this for not-too-long-of-a-time, but I can tell you this: I’m a title holder.”
Francesca La Fataliá: “I do drag mostly in Italy, but also all throughout Europe. We do not really have a ‘pageant scene’ on our continent. So, what is she on about?”
“Good for you.” Carly says with a smirk.
Francesca looks at Carly with a smile, as Anne goes to the mirror to look at herself.
“I am done with talking to you.” Anne tosses her hair.
Anne Dior Kashaut: “Honestly. The girls I got here with are clearly very untalented. Carly reminds me of a cow. You know? Moo moo?”
Carly Shay Jepsen: “You’re not Nymphe, bitch! If you’re blunt, at least back it up with talent!!”
Suddenly, golden lotus flowers fall in a shower, blown into spirals by a hidden fan. In a tight velvet blue gown, with a floor length train, long blonde locks and a glittering golden lotus flower held in her hand, Nakomis Lotus enters the werkroom with a big smile on her face, before raising an eyebrow. “Elegance
 Potentially.”
Anne scoffs, walking over to the main desk and knocking Francesca’s bouquet onto the floor while no one is looking.
Nakomis Lotus: “I am Nakomis Lotus, and I’m damn excited.” Nakomis smiles. “I am 22, living in Tulsa, and I am
 a bit of everything.” Nakomis nods. “I love a Pageant competition, but really I love a competition in GENERAL. I am a bit of a reality tv superfan, and Drag Race is my favorite show, along with Big Brother so this is kind of
 emotional?”
Nakomis looks around the werkroom and smiles, exhaling a big breath
before bursting into tears. Everyone else looks confused.
Francesca La Fataliá: “Why is she crying?”
Nakomis Lotus sobs for what appears to be 30 seconds straight.
Carly Shay Jepsen: “I’m like
 what do I do?! What’s going on?! Did she hurt herself on the walk over?!”
“Are you dying?” Anne asks.
“Sorry, it’s just- I’m here.” Nakomis smiles, wiping her eyes.
Nakomis Lotus: “It just feels a lot, very emotional to be here. I am
 really excited, really proud and really thankful to be here. I have been doing drag for 6 years- since I was 16, and now, I am here. Woah. This is a lot.”
“Okay, someone hand her a tissue, I’m not getting up.” Francesca scoffs. Carly hands Nakomis a tissue.
“Hi everyone!” Nakomis walks over with a smile. “How are we all?”
“Fabulous.” Francesca nods.
“Gagging.” Carly smiles.
Anne looks over, then looks away.
“Okay.” Nakomis laughs.
Nakomis Lotus: “Nymphe much? It’s fine. I don’t need Anne to be nice. I mean, you don’t want to be allies with everyone in the werkroom, just the majority.”
“Please, tell us your name, where you come from
” Carly grins.
“I’m Nakomis Lotus, and I am a reality tv superfan, pageant queen, Oklahoma original, just turned 22, and
”
Francesca La Fataliá: “How are these children all supposedly ‘experienced’ pageant Queens at young ages? Do I just not associate with enough twinks? 
Or maybe the pageants they’re going to just aren’t much to write home about.”
“Love that.” Carly extends her hand. “Carly Shay Jepsen.”
“
.Veeeeery 2007-core
Carly Shay
iCarly?” Nakomis laughs.
“It sure IS!” Carly snaps her fingers.
Carly Shay Jepsen: “Miranda Cosgrove
 is an idol. She is an inspiration. She is everything that I want to be. And I really got started doing impersonation stuff. For Miranda and for Carly, of course!” Carly beams.
Nakomis Lotus: “Carly is giving
simple.”
In a massive black leather coat that covers her entire body with a short pussycat wig, Shayla Moon walks into the werkroom. “For this magic trick, I will transform
” Shayla drops the coat to reveal a tight silver two-piece lingerie look, with a moon motif and tons of little moon pins pinned all over the garment. “Into a slut!”
Carly and Nakomis both look excited. Francesca nods. Anne is eating an eclair.
Shayla Moon: “Moon Powers Activate!” Shayla poses. “I am Shayla Moon, Florida’s finest anime whore.” Shayla has a big grin. “I grew up enamored by those magical girls and their transformations in anime. Now, when I found drag- I realized I could become one of those magical girls
 and take her to a leather party.” Shayla chuckles.
“This is hot.” Carly smiles. “Like-“ Suddenly, Carly slips onto the bouquet of roses, falling right on her ass.
“Oh GOD!” Shayla says. “Oh my God! Are you okay?”
“Second time!” Carly yells and laughs. “I can deal with this!”
“I got you, I got you.” Shayla helps Carly up, bending over and showing her large and barely covered butt.
“Holy
” Nakomis eyes bulge.
“Oh!” Shayla flushes, then poses coyly for Nakomis. “You like that? All-natural, baby.”
Shayla Moon: “I enjoy my craft, and am quite confident in it. I know how to design to my proportions and of course, love to show off the body- but like, I like being a whore for a reason. Big girls don’t always get seen as sex symbols and I’m all about changing that narrative. A whore with feelings!”
“How did that get there?” Francesca picks up the bouquet that Carly slipped on.
Anne smiles.
HerShe Kiss walks into the werkroom wearing a striped pink corset with matching lingerie undergarments and stockings. The top of her corset forms a heart with white ostrich feathers along the rim over her chest. She opens up the heart, revealing a box of chocolates inside, then takes one and smothers it all over her mouth as if it’s a messy lipstick. “Kiss me, Kiss Me
.” She repeats.
“Not another slut!” Nakomis yells.
“More skanks the merrier!” Shayla smiles.
HerShe Kiss: “I know, it’s a lot to take in, isn’t it? This beauty, oh
” HerShe fans herself with a proud grin. “I am HerShe Kiss, and I am your gorgeous drag supermodel.” HerShe adjusts herself, sitting tall. “And I am your first Pit Crew member
 going for the drag crown!”
“You look familiar
” Nakomis looks over at HerShe.
“A fan already! Yeah, this isn't my first time strutting in the werkroom.” HerShe winks.
HerShe Kiss: “Looks are first and foremost, my core of drag. I want to be a visual spectacle. I want you to see me and think: wow, she’s HOT.”
“You’re hot.” Shayla grins.
“Thank you! You too, baby!” HerShe smiles. “HerShe Kiss.”
“PIT CREW!” Nakomis yells.
“Sure am.” HerShe smiles. “Formerly, because now, that would be a conflict of interest.”
Francesca La Fataliá: “Sure. Because it’s definitely not a conflict of interest for the judges to already all know and have a relationship with you. Okay. Sure.”
“What’s a conflict of int-“ Carly nods. “Oh, duh.”
“That’s so shocking.” Nakomis smiles. “Like woah, we have a pit crew member competing! That’s almost like if Julie just hopped onto Season 17, hah!”
“What?” HerShe laughs, offering Nakomis, Carly, and Shayla chocolates from the box in her outfit.
Anne Dior Kashaut: “I am not impressed by HerShe’s look. Loose threads it’s having like. Messy reveal.”
HerShe smiles. “Sure feels weird being on the other side.”
A long white carpet with yellow polka dots rolls out into the werkroom from the entrance. In a massive white and yellow polka dot dress, coat and matching umbrella, her face painted with the same white and yellow dots, and her wig
matching the same white and yellow...Mrs. Vicki Anderson enters the werkroom, a huge grin upon her face. “Dots going on?”
Shayla and Carly burst into laughter.
Mrs. Vicki Anderson: “Oh hello hello hello!” Vicki waves. “It’s me, your gay uncle! Mrs Vicki Anderson!” Vicki cackles. “I am representing your local drag, and proudly so!”
“Camp Queen.” Anne rolls her eyes, looking at Vicki.
Anne Dior Kashaut: “This kind of drag is outdated. And did you notice, she has that sort of HORRID wig on?”
Vicki adjusts her wig.
Mrs Vicki Anderson: “Drag is the ultimate expression of fabulousness for me. I love it- the ability to dress up, have fun and let people enjoy the show! I am a Queen for all ages. In North Dakota, there aren’t all that many places where someone like me can perform, so my drag is for everyone, and I want everyone to feel welcome and proud to do drag and enjoy the world that is my silly little drag.”
“This is such a cute concept.” Shayla smiles. “What’s your name?”
“Well, I’m Mrs Vicki Anderson, and I love drag. I'm 40 years old and excited!” Vicki cheers.
“Wow, we have some GRANDMOTHERS here.” HerShe says with a smirk.
“Let’s not be saying that. We have some babies too.” Francesca looks at HerShe coolly, filling her nails.
HerShe looks scared for a moment, then laughs.
“I’m just a drag mom.” Vicki smiles. “Not a grandma yet! The scene in North Dakota is pretty small.”
“Ohhhh you’re a Big Sky kinda girl
” Nakomis nods thoughtfully.
“Sure thing! She’s my neighbor!” Vicki chortles.
Anne Dior Kashaut: “Isn’t this a modern competition? Searching for the next Drag Superstar? I’m not super trying to go back in time right now.”
It’s Drag Time!
Chronologica steps into the werkroom, and everyone nods, excitedly.
Nakomis Lotus: “As we can tell, the clothes and items are ALREADY here. Split premiere, season 3, episode 1 and 2, IF you watched the show!”
Carly Shay Jepsen: “What the fuck is a split premiere? Do they even have bananas at the movie theater?”


Carly Shay Jepsen: “Oh, I prefer a two-parter, hey! Sure!”
Hello, racers! I’m thrilled to welcome you to the slaaaaaytastic Season 6 of Chronologica’s Drag Race! Here, you’ll be competing for the chance to win a spectacular crown and scepter from Moxie Maniac jewels, plus an extra-special grand prize of $100,000.
“No prize increase this time around?!” Nakomis jokes.
The others look on.
One of you could become the next Drag Superstar
 or, you could lose against one of the competitors who entered the FIRST time around. All I can say is this- we’ve already had a lip sync, and it’s going to be an interesting journey seeing where we go from there.
Francesca La Fataliá: “I note the interesting wording. For some, the words lip sync may elicit fear, but to me, it doesn’t. I am a drag Queen, and I love to lip sync. Of course.”
For your very first challenge, you’re proving your worth in a premiere talent show. Show us what your special talent is, and how it’s a reflection of YOUR brand, first and FOREMOST. Good luck! And don’t fuck it up!
Mrs. Vicki Anderson: “For me, drag is so fun. It is so entertaining and most of all, my drag is something I can do. Only me! Because everyone is talented, everyone is exciting in their own unique ways. A talent show is a fabulous way to show it off.”
~
The racers begin to de-drag and start looking at each other, preparing for each other’s station to be determined.
Shayla Moon: “Now, I am proudly in a relationship with two of the hottest, most kind men in the world, but I’m also an ethical skank, so of course, when we begin de-dragging, I start looking.”
“Oh, Ms. Anne
” Shayla whispers to Carly. “Kinda a twunk?”
Anne picks up both her suitcases at once, her muscles on show as Shayla begins to fan herself.
“
Can I come join your station?” Nakomis looks over at Anne, as Anne shakes her head.
“Bonjour. Oui, en supposant que vous compreniez le français?. If not, farewell?” Anne smiles.
“
I don’t speak French.” Nakomis looks at Anne.
“Oui, vous ĂȘtes inutile.” Anne laughs, looking deadpan at Nakomis.
Nakomis’ face goes blank.
Anne Dior Kashaut: “English is not my first language I speak. It is also a very ugly language. If there were to be a Drag Race in Luxembourg, I would win that, but instead I am here, speaking in the tongue of a rat. Bleh.”
“Nakomis, girl, come with me!” HerShe waves Nakomis over.
Nakomis nods, running over, as Anne pulls out tape blocking her section.
“Okay, I get the hot twunk thing, but I also don’t TRUST a twunk.” Carly says. “They’re
 suspicious. This one gives a cursed, demonic energy.”
Anne smiles, looking at a picture of herself that she has put on the wall- a calendar with her face on it, and the current date, the words ’WIN’ on it.
“Yeah, I do prefer a fem queen, often enough.” Shayla ponders. “But also, you with those glasses?”
“ME?!” Carly gasps.
Shayla Moon: “I’d definitely make out with Carly.”
“You’re cute as hell!” Shayla says, looking over. “And then there’s
”
The two stare at HerShe, who’s taken her top off.
“Jesus Christ.” Carly gasps.
“I am a bit nervous about not being able to keep up with my lifting
” HerShe says to Nakomis, who’s also staring at HerShe’s bare chest.
“Yeah, totally, like
” Nakomis nods, trailing off.
“I just really value the gym. For me, it’s part of the persona, in and out of drag.” HerShe nods. “HerShe and Max.”
“Yeah
.” Nakomis nods.


“Yeahhhhhh I want to make out with everyone.” Shayla says to Carly.
“I don’t know about you, but what I want to do is win, man!” Carly jokes, and the two laugh.
“Win the crown, win a thousand hearts
can’t I do it all?” Shayla winks.
Carly Shay Jepsen: “Love love LOVE Shayla. Amazing energy. Like, the other girls are cool and all, but this bitch is FUN. And I’m fun! We’re gonna get along great.”


“I feel a lot of THIRST in the air.” Vicki smiles, looking at Francesca.
“Certainly a lot of staring.” Francesca adds, irritated.
“I don’t know if I’m quite as pretty as the others-“
“Pretty doesn’t grab a crown or title.” Francesca says. “My family certainly isn’t a bunch of children. It’s talent.”
“I think these kids have talent too!” Vicki grins.
Francesca purses her lips. “That remains to be seen.”
~
Chronologica goes to visit the racers.
HerShe Kiss! What a twist it is seeing YOU here.
“Doesn’t it feel RIGHT, though?” HerShe smiles, chuckling in a playful manner and throwing her long, flowing boy locks over her shoulder, in a flounce like she’s done it 1000s of times before.
It feels like a grand opportunity to me.
HerShe smiles.
Tell me, what is your talent show?
“I’ll be doing a sexy, hot STRIPTEASE.” HerShe smiles.
I kinda expected that!
“Oh, yay!” HerShe winks. “You know me well.”
Not necessarily a good thing.
HerShe looks at Chronologica with a nod, as Anne appears to start listening in.
Not a bad thing either, but I do want to understand. Why this? How does this reflect your drag?
“It’s hot, it’s about sex appeal and fun, and you’re going to want to eat me all up. Just like a chocolate HerShe Kiss.” HerShe smiles.
Well, this is a great opportunity to see you do you. I’m looking forward to that.
HerShe nods.
Anne Dior Kashaut: “Let me tell all of you dumb Americans on the television THIS: your chocolate? Is HORRIBLE.”
“I think that went well.” HerShe says to Nakomis, who snaps her fingers excitedly.
Anne Dior Kashaut: “I’m from Luxembourg. We are not the masters of chocolate, either. I can tell you that, the title belongs to the Swiss.”
“Well, we love to hear that
” Nakomis smiles. “Edit in your favor
”
Anne Dior Kashaut: “But the issue with American chocolate is this problem.” Anne looks into the camera, taking out a Hershey's chocolate bar.
Anne raises the chocolate bar to the camera.
Anne Dior Kashaut: “Look at this chocolate. So AMERICAN.”
Anne swirls the bar around.
Anne Dior Kashaut: “A typical reflection of the American values. A marketing focused object. The chocolate bar is simple, has been like this for years, you know? It is the American Hershey brand. They all love it. But it’s far too sweet.”
Anne shakes her head.
Anne Dior Kashaut: “The issue: the chocolate is overly sweet. It’s not designed for a sophisticated palate. It is not designed to elicit complex feelings. It is mass produced and it is EASY. And HerShe Kiss?” Anne scoffs.
“I do hot drag. I’m going to showcase the body.” HerShe smiles. “Point blank.”
Anne Dior Kashaut: “Mass-produced, generic-brand American chocolate. She’s nothing of style, she’s nothing of taste, she’s not for me. She’s easy. And easy takes you nowhere.”
Anne squashes the Hershey’s chocolate bar, and throws it behind herself.


Hi, Shayla! Love the crop top.
Shayla shimmies, stretching to show off their Sailor Moon crop tee.
Anne Dior Kashaut: “I can’t look. What is she wearing?”
Shayla Moon: “I’m not shy about my body, and I’m not shy about being a blerd. You’re getting what you’re getting, 100% of it.”
Tell me, how do you feel about the talent show?
“I am a perfectionist.” Shayla smiles.
Good or bad thing?
“Good, mostly. In this case, certainly. Because I really do think my talent is going to be fantastic, because I have planned, prepared and thought it through a thousand and three times, and come to THIS conclusion.”
Not a thousand, but a thousand and 3?
“Yes. I am an anxious mess.” Shayla winks. “My ass is fat, but so is my desire for validation and my need to perform well.”
Chronologica chuckles.
Tell me, what’s this talent?
“I’m going to need you to stay with me, okay?” Shayla looks at Chronologica.
Sure.
“A lip sync to bad romance.” Shayla starts.
Simple.
“I have a Rabbit.”
A bunny?
“The
 toy.” Shayla smirks.
OH, that kind!
“Yes. Who doesn’t love a toy?”
True.
Shayla smiles. “This is a malfunctioning toy.”
Oh dear- what happened?
Shayla makes a cute pouty face. “Overuse.”
Chronologica laughs.
“Whilst I lip sync, I’m dismantling this thing, and remaking it. Dancing around stage while I’m rewiring its pieces and adding some new special tricks. And then obviously it gets fixed at the end, and well
” Shayla sticks her tongue out.
How does this represent
 you?
“I'm an engineer out of drag. I love a magical girl. I’m obsessed with the transformation story, the level-up, the design of it all
and my brand is fundamentally cheeky, sexy, cute. . It’s all of that.”
I’ll admit- it’s nothing I’ve seen before. BUT
 I want to see how you do it.
Shayla grins. “Get ready!”
Shayla Moon: “I know I am doing something off-kilter. But that’s me. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”


Hello, Nakomis.
“Chronologica, I cannot believe I am here. This is the werkroom moment, you getting to chat to me about what I’m doing this week!” Nakomis says excitedly.
Anne Dior Kashaut: “Nakomis is annoying. And also far too transparent about their perspectives. Too many cards she is having on the table.”
Well, you’re here. So ground yourself in this moment and enjoy it.
Nakomis closes her eyes and smiles, a single tear rolling down her face.

Are you crying?
“It’s just SO good.” Nakomis laughs.
Okay, tell me, tell me, what is your talent show?
“A comedy set about my failed love life.” Nakomis nods.
Oh, wow, someone did comedy last week, and they were in the bottom!
Nakomis Lotus: “ALARM BELLS!”
“Oh, well I don’t plan to be.” Nakomis smiles.
Tell me, do you host?
“I do, I’ve done it as part of my talent circuit in the pageant scene.” Nakomis nods.
Okay
 Okay

Nakomis smiles.
And how does this represent Nakomis Lotus?
“Lotus is part of my heritage–it’s beauty–and Nakomis is my favorite reality tv contestant. She’s real, and tv has taught me a lot, including playing it comedic. Having the jokes is always good for your edit. So I am doing that.”
Then why don’t you do the stand-up about that? Reality television? It seems like that’s more core to who you are as an artist.
“You raise good
.points.” Nakomis nods. “Maybe so
”
Think about it, Nakomis. Best of luck!
~
The next day, the racers get ready for the main stage.
Nakomis is sitting on her own, writing new notes.
“
Nakomis, you’re writing. A bit late?” Anne smiles, already fully dressed.
“Chronologica kinda suggested to shift shit up. So, I’m writing a new set.” Nakomis says. “Whole different concept.”
“Interesting.” Anne ponders. “You’ve seen the show, I believe?”
“Of course I have!” Nakomis says with a loud bark.
“We know it doesn’t always work changing, last minute. Have you considered perhaps
” Anne stops herself.
“Considered what?” Nakomis raises an eyebrow.
“I’ve honestly come here to win- I am quite focused on that, to be transparent, and I don’t really care for helping, but I’d suggest actually COMBINING concepts. That’s what I’d do.”
Anne Dior Kashaut: “I am, actively making sure she does badly.”
“That- listening to Chronologica, AND doing your own thing- wildly enough, I don’t know if it’s been done before?” Nakomis shakes her head, pondering. “It hasn’t. Maybe
”
Anne Dior Kashaut: “If she does both, to me, she’ll fail to do EITHER section well. And that’s to my detriment, to aid my likelihood of being in the top. And honestly, she does likely know things that could be useful, so maybe her going early helps.” Anne smiles.
“Yeah. I’m going to do that.” Nakomis grins.
“So, I feel like, Vicki- Francesca, I didn’t really hear about your talents!” Carly grins, as they start to drag-up. “I’ve heard Shayla’s-“
“I’m excited.” Shayla smiles.
“
Are you wearing flared jeans for the talent show?” Francesca asks.
“Well, yes!” Carly nods.
“
I am doing something that’s near and dear to my heart.” Vicki smiles. “Singing.”
“Oh, fuck yeah, I’m a singer too!” Carly cheers.
“Oh, lovely!” Vicki smiles.
“I’m certainly not.” Francesca continues to paint her face.
“For me, I’ve always wanted to be on Broadway. I tried, but I just- I have a lovely grandmother, who’s cared for me since I was 6.” Vicki starts.
“Oh
” Carly smiles.
“My mother- my birth mother, she was addicted to all kinds of things, so grandma Vicki raised me. She inspired me- and obviously is one of my namesakes. But when I hit 18, she got sick. I realized I couldn’t go to that big city, the Big Apple
”
The others nod sadly.
“I had to instead care for her. But, at the same time- I found drag. I found I could take up those singer dreams in a little persona.” Vicki’s eyes light up. “Grandma Vicki didn’t always understand everything I was doing, but she always supported me. Even in little old Jamestown.”
“So sweet.” HerShe smiles absentmindedly.
“I really found I didn’t need to go to New York, in the end. Sure, my audiences are smaller, but since they don’t see drag very often, it’s a big deal. Art in the little small places matters so, so, SO much, maybe even more. Nakomis, you get it, right?” Vicki smiles.
Nakomis looks surprised, looking up from her notes nervously. “Huh?”
Vicki looks apologetic. “Coming from Oklahoma, I mean.”
Nakomis nods. “Oh, yeah.” She goes back to writing.
Nakomis Lotus: “Aghhhh I really want to engage–I know being in conversations like this is how I start building alliances! But I need to make sure I don’t go home, first!”
“I totally get what you mean, though, Vicki.” Carly speaks up. “I didn’t really have any of those problems because I was so successful getting gigs right off the bat, but I bet it would be really hard to do drag somewhere so backwater!”
Shayla Moon: “Oh
Carly
that’s not
” Shayla laughs.
Vicki laughs. “I don’t know if you understood exactly–”
“I’m giving this popstar sensation rave performance just because I know it’s what the girls at home in the middle of nowhere need to see!” Carly smiles broadly. “Singing, dancing, glow-lights, flashy denim, like, everyone loves a tv-girlie all grown up!”
Anne Dior Kashaut: “Everyone? No.”
“I mean! Chronologica said we’re supposed to do a talent that shows off our best skills and lines up with our brand! So that’s what I’m doing!” Carly chuckles, twirling around with a smile.
“Me too, Carly.” Vicki shakes her head, chuckling.
Francesca La Fataliá: “Carly is obviously a little stupid, yeah
but there’s something about her I can’t put my finger on. The same can’t be said for these so-called ‘pageant girls.’”
Francesca purses her lips. “My performance is a full giallo spectacle. Reveals upon reveals, horror thrills upon thrills, dark mysteries and surprises, and of course, a lip sync. La gialla femina–best believe it will be enjoyed.”
“Do you think that it is perhaps a bit
predictable?” Anne asks, trying to play innocent.
“Predictable?” Francesca’s tone curls in irritation.
“Well, quite, yes. I personally am known for being fantastically pretty, but I am not just parading around my body and how pretty I am. I will work to be the surprise in the talent show. Taking advantage of my natural talents, and twisting them into something new.” Anne smiles haughtily.
Francesca seethes. “You think my horror reveal performance won’t surprise?”
Anne Dior Kashaut: “Now. Italian chocolate is a different type of story. Bitter, truffley, over-flavor, nutty. It lingers in the mouth, even when you do not want it. Little bits of powder get all over and everywhere.”
HerShe applies her blush, puffing her lips as she looks in the mirror, while Francesca glares at Anne with an icy expression.
Anne shrugs. “I just mean that it is exactly what everyone would think you would be doing.”
Anne Dior Kashaut: “The good thing about a Hershey’s bar of chocolate is that it is essentially harmless. It is not biting enough to do anything to anyone too bad, and you can throw it away, and not have a problem. An Italian chocolate, however
Amadei? Caffarel? Domori?”
“You’re so funny, Anne.” Francesca says, gritting her teeth.
“What is giallo, may I ask?” Shayla looks over, as Francesca’s face suddenly softens. “I am not the most pop culture-oriented.”
“That’s crazy, because I look at you, and think ANIME!” Carly grins.
“I know anime, but I don’t know much else, honestly.” Shayla shrugs.
“Giallo means yellow, in Italian. But the real origins of it for me are the murder mysteries- Italian horror movies. My brother was a huge fan- he actually enjoyed it in its heyday, the
 70s.”
“Old.” Anne whispers.
“They are shocking horror movies–blood, gore and guts. But beyond it, the main theme lies in going beyond the Anglo-American taxonomic boring imaginary.” Francesca shrugs.
“What’s that-” Carly raises an eyebrow. “...Mean?”
“It’s not the typical-” Francesca contorts her mouth. “American horror moment!!!” She speaks in an faux American accent. “It’s about the confusing genre mix. It is hard to understand, it is inaccessible, it is terrifying
”
“I love that.” Shayla smiles.
“Orgasma, blood and black lace, paranoia
” Francesca speaks with passion in her voice. “And I believe I can do so much with this in my drag. For me, the idea of transformation into a dark, alternative form of drag- something art, something confusing, exciting and bloody
 that’s my drag. And for this BRANDING challenge-” Francesca looks at Anne. “It is the perfect choice I believe. It’s my talent.”
Shayla Moon: “I can’t believe that Francesca
 is such a damn nerd like me!” Shayla laughs.
“What did you say?” Anne eyes Francesca, looking over.
“I said
” Francesca looks straight at Anne. “I’m going to slaughter you.”
Anne Dior Kashaut: “So
 the real thing is, Italian chocolate is going to kill your dog, in thirty minutes.”
An alarm sounds, announcing it’s time for the talent show to begin. Carly and Shayla whoop with enthusiasm. Vicki rubs her hands together eagerly. HerShe dabs a bit more blush onto her nose. Nakomis looks up from her notes, gasping in surprise. Anne smirks.
Anne Dior Kashaut: “In the worst case scenario, I know my dog will not be the one dying today.”
~
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2024.05.23 22:53 three3dee [ WHERE YOUR Is DON'T GO ]

Namesake: They Might be Giants song of the same name.
Appearance: IS-DG modifies the camera app of whatever applicable device its user is currently operating.
Ability: A prompt pops up after anyone takes a picture with IS-DG, with the subject's label spelled out. The user must then select a known human language from the dropdown to begin using the ability (so a picture of a lamp will show the prompt LAMP, if the user chooses English as their language). By changing letters, characters, symbols, etc of the prompt, if a new word is made in the chosen language, the subject will transform into that prompt (changing the P in LAMP into a B will change the lamp into a lamb). IS-DG doesn't give a person's name as a prompt (Mary and Jane will both read as "HUMAN") and the altered word must be a physical thing for the transformation to occur.
The duration of the transformation is tied to how many characters are changed in the prompt. One character change makes the transformation permeant until changed back by IS-DG if a clear, full bodied photo of them was taken. Blurry photos, photos of a subject from far away, and/or multiple character changes will apply shorter durations. A photo that is too far, unclear, or has more than one subject in focus won't have a prompt. Changing all of the characters of a prompt won't result in a transformation.
Stats: Power: None Speed: None Range: C (Max distance for a photo to be considered "close enough" not to have a duration.) Persistence: A Precision: C Potential: None
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