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2024.05.13 21:12 65mphcuisine My dad is a POS

Why my dad is such a POS
This is long and really just to vent about random shitty things I’ve remembered and written down that my dad has done and things my other extended family members have told me. I’m 21M now and have the unfortunate displeasure of working for this inhumane disgusting human being but that’s not what this post is about. This is just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to reasons why my own father is such a disgusting parasite
  1. My sister and brother were both younger than 12 years at the time but I’m not sure exactly what their age was. I’m the oldest then my sister who is 1.5 years younger than me and my brother who is 3 years younger than me. So as siblings do my little siblings got in a fight because my brother was pulling one of those “oOooOhh well I’m not IN your room” while he stood just outside my sisters door and she had enough so she threw a remote at him. My brother got what was coming because he was being an annoying little turd and he started crying and ran to my parents room. 
  2.  My sister followed in hopes of stopping him before he tattled and when she got to my parents room and saw it was too late and my brother was already talking to my dad. My sister tried to run but my dad got up and grabbed her by the pony tail and shoved her face into a pillow until she nearly suffocated all the while telling her what a horrible B she is (remember he’s saying this to a 12 year old). Once he lets up she runs away and hides in a closet. My mom gets worried and starts telling my dad that he made her run away and my sister hears all of this commotion including my dad talking about how he regrets having her and what a stupid and ungrateful B she is and how much he hates her 
  3. He tackled our mom and when the three of us started yelling and screaming and throwing things at him in an attempt to stop he called us ungrateful piece of shits 
  4.  Woke me up on a school day when I was 16 smacking my face piss drunk saying “who’s your daddy”and when I tried to pretend to be asleep he just kept a smacking me until I woke up. When I finally “woke up” and he noticed, he started telling me to get up and give him a “crackalack” (when he crosses his arms and I yank him up from the back to pop his back) and how awesome he is and how much better than me he is 
  5.  Came into my little brother and I’s room when we still shared a room (before I was 15 so before my brother was 12) and started telling my brother he’s a lazy piece of shit and a failure to the family (this was completely unprovoked btw he just showed up and started this charade) and that I’m the greatest child to ever exist and he’s so proud of me and my brother is just a worthless shitty little leech to our family 
  6.  In the middle of the night he shoved my mom into a tall dresser and she was covered in blood and started screaming so my sister woke up in a panic and ran to the room my mom was in and locked my dad out and called the cops when my mom kept saying “he hit me” and when it went to court he gaslit everyone (family and friends) into thinking my mom is just a dumb drunk woman who stumbled and fell and that my sister is the shittiest daughter to call the cops on him and would bring it up at every possible chance in an attempt to make my sister feel as guilty as possible about it. (Even tho everyone in our immediate family knew he hit her except my mom because she’s still in denial) 
  7.  Whenever my mom is mad at him he just starts talking to her in this demeaning hateful low gravely tone about what a terrible woman and what shitty ungrateful B she is and he verbally beats her down to a pulp with hateful and misogynistic words (and probably hits her too) until she cries and gives up and after years of this it has turned this smart woman into a depressed submissive self-hating alcoholic. 
  8.  Before my parents got married my mom came over to his apartment one day to find him and a hooker in his bed and she flipped out while he sat there and acted like my mom was crazy and over reacting. (This was 3+ years into their relationship) 
  9.  He got fired from his first law firm during an office party for saying some obscenely vulgar sexual joke about his bosses wife. He had no where to go so he moved in with my mom (she was 23 and had already owned her own house but still had a mortgage) and he didn’t do anything to help around and maybe spent some chump change on fixing random unimportant shit in the house (like a sound bar so the TV was more to his liking) and then manipulated my mom into putting his name on title for the house 
  10.  Got a prenup saying that if they divorce then everything in his name goes to him and in my mom’s name goes to her. Sounds fair right? Well he has spent the last 25 years manipulating and forcing my mom to put every property and vehicle and anything of value in his name so that she gets absolutely nothing when they divorce. Just for context my mom and dad built their “fortune” together and one couldn’t have done it without the other but my dad seems to think he’s 95% the reason for his “success”. 
  11.  He has a new friend (as of late 2023) that has a very rich family (worth just under $1 billion) and he (worth just over $5 million) tries to show off and pretend like he can afford a rich lavish lifestyle so he takes 3 week vacations to Africa with his “friend” to prove whatever the hell he thinks he’s proving. And while he’s there he just buys prostitutes and pays people to kiss his feet and wait on him all day. He forced my mom to pay for his payroll while he was gone (he owns a company and makes about 4x as much as my mom) and my mom had been working on a real estate deal for a long time and had plans to pay to renovate a bathroom in our house with the money she was going to make. 
I think my mom has made some bad decisions in life and has absolutely no backbone and she’s done nothing to stop my dad from doing his worst to me and my siblings, but the difference (at least I think, I could be wrong) is I f they got a divorce my mom has potential to be a better person whereas my father will continue without self reflection on his path to a moral-less and unethical way of living.
If you got all the way down here I appreciate your time I just needed complain and vent about a situation I have little to no power in controlling at this time in my life
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2024.05.13 15:05 nomass39 I found an old recording of the most gruesome TV show ever broadcast

Me and Lila always carved dozens of jack o’ lanterns every October, so they’d absolutely saturate our lawn on Halloween night. It was our thing. But looking back on it, now that I’ve lost her, I just feel bad for the pumpkins. I almost relate to them, somehow. The way they were carved up, had everything of substance inside of them torn out, and left as hollow, rotting shells with forced smiles.
Needless to say, I didn’t cope with her death well. I didn’t want to cope with it. I wanted the world to drown in the black sludge of my grief. I loathed the people I saw going about their lives, unaware that the world had already ended the moment Lila died. The Earth shouldn’t keep spinning. Life shouldn’t go on. Not without her.
Even my relatives bringing me along on a trip to Kauai only made it worse. The most gorgeous place on Earth, and it made me sick with hatred. Nothing that beautiful deserved to exist if Lila wasn’t ever going to get to see it. It wasn’t fair.
I thought I’d never enjoy or care about anything again. Then I discovered media preservation.
It started with taking some of Lila’s old VHS tapes to a video repair place to fix some issues with the footage before it’s digitized. The job fascinated me. In a universe based on entropy, where everything inevitably fades away and is forgotten… restoring something lost is like snatching it from the jaws of death, right? Like flipping the bird to the universe and its so-called ‘natural order’. People die, but information doesn’t have to.
Now, it doesn’t matter how small — be it some god-awful plug-and-play licensed game, or a cereal commercial from 80’s — it’s my mission to recover it in as high a quality as I’m able, and make sure it’s freely available online for as long as possible.
A couple weeks ago, I came across a big haul. Four boxes of old VHS tapes offered up on E-Bay for dirt cheap. Most of the tapes were just recordings of Cheers episodes already preserved in higher qualities, but one Maxell E-240 caught my interest.
First of all, I’d never seen one so melted. Sure, sometimes they were left in an attic too long, and the colors and audio start to degrade. But this one looked like it had survived a house fire. It was covered in soot and the smell of smoke, and had the overall shape of a chocolate bar left out in the sun a little too long.
Second was the label, which read in neat sharpie: ᴇᴘɪꜱᴏᴅᴇ 4,679,329 ᴍᴀʀ 8 2035.
The casing was so disfigured, I had to bust it apart just pull out the tapes and respool them in a fresh cassette. I tried to iron out the creases in the tape as best I could, but I had no illusions about it accomplishing much — the mylar surface had been irreparably warped in places by whatever fire had half-melted the thing.
Imagine my despair at the sight of that dreaded ‘ɴᴏ ꜱɪɢɴᴀʟ’. I could clearly see the tape wasn’t blank, yet no amount of adjusting the tracking or trying different TVs or VCRs accomplished anything. Just as I was about to give up, though, the thing just suddenly started playing properly at the exact instant the clock struck 3 AM, as if it had only now decided to work. My all-nighter had paid off.
I didn’t dwell on the fact that this ‘miracle fix’ had been impossible. If I’d had any sense, I’d have torn the horrid thing out of my VCR and buried it beneath holy ground. Instead, fool I was, I sat down and watched.
At first, the thing seemed unwatchable. The audio was so distorted that the show’s theme song emerged as a low, crackling, staticky wail that made my head throb, and the logo was completely indistinguishable through the flickering and interference. I thought it was a lost cause for a moment. But then a figure appeared and cleared away the static, like Moses parting the Red Sea.
It was the sight of the show’s host that hooked me. He was just… perfect. Perfect in every way. I knew it just looking at him. Infinitely handsome and likable and charismatic, and he always said the exact perfect thing. The only issue is, I don’t remember a single thing about him now, in the same way you can’t remember a dream that seemed so clear to you while you were experiencing it. He just appears in my memory as this abstract blur in a sharp suit. Yet at the time, I was awestruck, even before he said a single word.
I can’t even remember a word he said. It was like he was speaking another language, one I felt as opposed to heard. I’ll try and transcribe it as best I can into words, but know that it’s only a pathetic imitation.
“... for another night of laughs, prizes, and fun for the whole family, with your host, #####!” I noticed that the audio and visual distortion seemed to suddenly intensify the instant he said his name, rendering it completely illegible. Idiot I was, I figured that was a coincidence. “Tonight is a night of celebration, folks, because thanks to the support of loyal viewers like you, we have just been approved for, get this: two hundred thousand more seasons!”
The “live studio audience” went wild with applause. I put that in scare quotes because, as far as I could tell, besides the host, the studio seemed completely empty. As if he was standing on a plain white stage that extended outwards into infinite darkness on all sides.
“For those just joining us, the game here is simple…” He explained that this was some sort of a trivia show. Every time a guest got an answer wrong, it brought them a little closer to some sort of unspecified ‘punishment’. And if they got it right? He smirked. “Well, they get to delay the inevitable.”
I wondered what he meant by ‘inevitable’. I didn’t have to wonder long.
The host gestured to a curtain that hadn’t been there moments ago, which raised to reveal a middle-aged man. You know the type — bushy mustache, gray hair, round-rimmed glasses. Kind of guy you’d have doing your plumbing. He couldn’t look any more out of place stood up and restrained in that — what the hell is that?
I recognized that metal coffin-looking thing from a medieval torture museum I went to once. The iron maiden. The lid hung open, countless long, needle-like blades poking inwards, threaten to poke a million new holes in him if it was shut.
His situation was not lost on him. “Where… where am I? What the hell is this!?”
“Oh, lucky guess!” The host ‘joked’. More canned laughter. “I know you always loved watching those trivia shows, Malcolm? Weren’t you always sitting there, grinding your teeth, seething that it wasn’t fair? That you should be the one up on stage, winning big?”
The man paused. Even he seemed mesmerized by the unreal perfection of the host before him. “I… this is a… game show?”
“All you have to do is answer a few questions! Think you can handle that, Malcolm?” He pulled out a cue card without waiting for an answer. “And our first question! What were you doing the night of February 18th, 1998?”
The man seemed baffled. “Just… sat on my couch watching the NFL, I think? I’m not sure how I’m supposed to remember —“
He let out a startled squeal as a horrid buzzer sounded. On cue, the lid slid a third of the way closed, making him flinch. “Oooh, I’m afraid that’s the wrong answer, Frank! But you know what? I’ll give you one more chance. What were you —“
“Following a girl home!” The man cried out. “F-from the bar. There, are you happy?”
“Cor-rect!” The canned audience began cheering! “Such honesty! Now, our second question: just what were you carrying while you followed her?”
He hesitated for a little too long. And then the buzzer sounded again, and the lid slid so near to closing that its blades began poking uncomfortably against his skin. He tried to press himself against the back of the maiden as well as his restraints would allow. “Jesus! Okay! A knife, a knife!”
“Awww, if only you’d said that just a second earlier!” Another big question. “Our third question: why, Malcolm? Why did you do it?”
That set Malcolm off. He started thrashing, clawing, screaming. “Let me out of this thing, you maniac! You can’t do this to me! Do you know who I am? Is this some sort of sick joke? My lawyers will have your head for this, you—“
And then the buzzer. All of a sudden, the lid slammed shut full-force, and the man was utterly silenced save for an unnatural, drawn-out wheeze. “Another wrong answer, Malcolm! I’m afraid I was looking for: ‘because if I can’t have her, no one can’!”
I admit it. I laughed. Out of shock more than anything. How was this allowed on TV? I took it as some sort of dark comedy show, and it was kind of satisfying to see that freaky character get his comeuppance. Still, there was something unnerving to me, seeing the man’s eyes through the openings in the maiden. Wide and red and terrified. They just looked a little… too real.
But the maiden disappeared as quickly as it came, before I could dwell on it too much. “Oh, envy! Definitely one of my favorite sins.” More laughter. “Stay tuned, folks! We’ve still got a night of fun and games in store for you! But first… how’s about a word from our sponsors?”
Cut to a corporate logo which I again couldn't recognize.
“This segment was made possible by Buer Health, which has recently announced a brilliant new initiative to protect our citizens from skin cancer by removing their skin completely.”
The camera cut to a massive industrial building, resembling a solid concrete cube around 50 meters in width and height. Its surface bore arcane symbols etched using carvings of wailing, tormented faces. The host would occasionally be rendered inaudible by a deafening metallic scraping from within, though he didn’t seem to notice. The only protrusion from the building’s cubic shape was a single smokestack, belching a scarlet red smoke into the atmosphere. A queue of gaunt figures waited at the entrance, herded and coerced by their grim overseers, and there were no words to describe the procession of scarlet ghouls limping out the building’s other end.
“Owing to the nonlinearity of time, the brand new Grand Skinpeeling Machine has spontaneously appeared several years before construction deadlines, and indeed, before it was even conceived of by anyone in our timeline. People have rushed all the way from Malebolge just to try this miracle of technology out on opening day, and so far, the reviews have been stellar!”
He shoved his microphone in the face of a shambling thing that could only scarcely be called a human. Tatters of flesh clung to its exposed musculature, blowing in the wind. Its eyes were the only hint of color in that sea of bloody red, and they were wide, white and terrified. The thing screamed and wailed for as long as it could before the last tendons connecting its jaw to its face snapped, and it was left to choke and gurgle.
“An amazing wail! The results speak for themselves, folks. The Grand Skinpeeling Machine is a hit!”
So far, I was still laughing along and having a good time. The sight of the next ‘guest’, however, started making me nervous.
It was an old lady.
She couldn’t be a day younger than sixty, the sort of sweet elderly woman who in a just world would be cooking chocolate chip cookies for her grandchildren in a comfy cottage somewhere. But here she was, tied to a metal chair, eyes wide, shaking like a leaf. Unlike the last contestant, she seemed to know exactly what was happening.
“In exchange for our loving endorsement, they’ve agreed to loan us one of their star employees. Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for: the Liqisma!”
Something slunk from the darkness far behind her — or perhaps it’d be more apt to say that the darkness birthed it whole-cloth. It was like a living shadow, and it took my eyes a moment to register what I was even seeing.
How do I even begin describing this creature? I could say it looked almost human, or at least like something that may have been human long ago. Or I could start with its skin, which was all black and shiny as latex and seemingly smooth on first glance, but if you looked closer you’d realize it was covered in a million tiny reptilian scales, almost like a shark. Its head was a bald man’s, utterly devoid of any distinguishing features, like the basic stock template for a human being. It was notable only for a complete lack of pupils and irises, its eyes a pure white.
Its body defied basic biology in so many key ways, I had to stare it at for what felt like an eternity just to wrap my mind around its physiology. It was at least five or six meters long, by my estimate, composed of multiple human torsos stacked one on top of the other like segments of a centipede, each melding with the ones around it at the waist and shoulders. Each torso sported a pair of short, stubby arms that propelled it with terrifying grace. It ended with a pair of human legs, perpetually bent on their knees, beneath a ‘tail’ that looked more like its coccyx was poking free from its body.
The old last could clearly hear it, and kept futilely trying to turn her head around enough to get a peek at what stood behind her. I mouthed uselessly, don’t. You don’t want to know.
“Glad you could join us again, Miss Wethersby! Judging by our ratings last week, you seemed to have been a fan favorite!”
Her voice was so soft, I could barely hear it below the static. “Oh, God. Please, why won’t you people let me go? I’ve told you, I’ve never done anything, never hurt anybody. There must be some sort of—”
He waved a hand over her, and it seemed to forcefully snap her mouth shut. “Please, Miss Wethersby, save your breath for our questions!” Another cue card. “Your first question, my friend: where did you and your husband buy your first home?”
She had to think about it for a long time. Eventually, she cried out, “Alabama! Tuscaloosa, Alabama!”
“Ding ding ding! Why, you’re already doing better than our first contestant! Next question: what breed of dog was your childhood pet?”
She had a pained look on her face as she thought. Eventually, a timer started ticking down. It wasn’t visible, so it wasn’t clear how much time she had left exactly, but the sound it made got more shrill and high-pitched with every second. “Miss Wethersby, need I remind you that we have a time limit on this show?”
A tear ran down her cheek. “I… I keep telling you people, I don’t know. I have dementia, I can’t remember, please—”
That buzzer again. “I’m afraid that was the wrong answer! Liqisma?” The old lady shuddered at the sounds of hundreds of feet drawing a little closer to her. “Now, your first grandchild. What did he look like? What color were his eyes? His hair?”
She was crying harder now, like it hurt her that she couldn’t remember something so dear to her. “I told you I can’t remember! Why are you doing this to me!?”
“If you don’t remember them, why would they remember you?” The host mocked as the buzzer sounded, and the beast drew a little closer. “Really, do you believe they still even think about you? Or do you think they’re glad that the old bag of bones isn’t there sucking up their inheritance?”
This went on for… God, it could have been an hour. I was glued to the screen all the while, frozen with terror, praying for this nightmare to just end, for her to make it out okay somehow. He poured over every little detail of the life she lived and the people she loved, delighting in how little of it she could still recall.
And the thing grew closer, and closer… until she finally felt multiple pairs of hands resting upon her shoulders. The thing was looming over her now, and a long, black tongue a few feet in length emerged from its mouth and ran trails of dark saliva over the back of her head. She looked broken down, eyes raw from crying, and I could tell by the dampness of her dress that she’d wet herself.
“Now, Miss Wethersby, our time here has been fun, but I do believe it is time for our final question. Tell me, what is the name… of your only son?”
She couldn’t even answer anymore. She just stared ahead, like her mind was a million miles away. He cackled as the buzzer sounded one final time, and threw his cue cards aside. “Thank you for playing, Miss Wethersby. Better luck next time.”
I would say the thing unhinged its jaw like a snake, but that’d be an understatement. The way the thing’s face malformed and wrinkled and stretched as it opened its maw, it no longer looked even remotely human. Its jaws must have parted at least thirty centimeters apart, revealing a second, pharyngeal pair of jaws that lashed out and gripped the woman’s skull, pulling her headlong into that darkness.
I could hear bones crunching and snapping as its throat constricted down around her body, peristaltic muscles compacting her into a meat slurry, bit by bit. Yet she just wouldn’t die. Even as her skull and upper body were already crushed and compacted, organs and muscles pressed into mulch, she still kicked her legs, twitched her fingers, let out a gurgling that must have been some attempt at screaming. She was squirming even as the beast snapped its jaw shut around the last of her, condemning her to whatever torments awaited her inside the creature.
And all the while, that horrible laughter. “Don’t worry, folks! She’ll be back next week! And the next. And the next…”
Needless to say, I wasn’t having fun anymore. In fact, I had to turn away and fight the urge to throw up. I stood, about to turn the TV off and —
“Ah, ah, ah! Don’t touch that dial, now!” I froze. There was something chilling about the way he said that, staring right into the screen as if reacting to what I was doing. I hated that grin on his face. “The real show is just beginning.”
And with the barely restrained excitement of a child on Christmas morning, he yanked back another curtain, and I recognized everything.
I recognized that crappy bootleg knockoff Always Sunny in Philadelphia jacket that was so gaudy and terrible it instantly became her favorite thing in her wardrobe. I recognized those subtle hints of slight acne she disguised as fake freckles. I recognized the way her gray eyes would remind me of those overcast mornings at the beach at Hilton Head and pointing out all the cannonball jellyfish washed up on the sands. I recognized that tattoo of the name ʀᴏᴄᴋʏ, how I’d held her all night long as she cried into my shirt after her childhood cat had died.
It was Lila.
I shuddered, gasped, fell from my seat as if I’d been punched in the stomach and the air had been knocked out of me. I couldn’t breathe. This couldn’t be real. I was dreaming right now. I must be. I just had to wake up.
But I couldn’t wake up. Nothing I could do dispelled the sight of her curled up in that… that thing. That bronze statue of a bull, horns jutting on either side of a head that roaring silently up at the heavens, all while the love of my life was locked in its hollowed out belly, visible only through a pane of glass. I could hear her cry out in shock at where she’d found herself, and every whimper felt like it drove a knife through my chest.
The host soaked in the moment. It was ecstasy for him, the suffering of it all. He stared dead into the camera like he was looking right at me as she called, “What is this? Where am I?”
“Why, I have good news, my dear Lila! You’re exactly where every American dreams of being: you’re on TV.” He pointed to the camera. “And we have a very special guest in the audience tonight. Your very own beloved Jackson!”
I shuddered, hearing my own name ooze from his fetid lips. His façade of perfection was slipping, and there was something so profoundly ugly beneath it. Her eyes snapped to the camera, confused, despairing. “Jackson? Baby? What — what’s happening? What is this?”
I don’t know, I thought, gripping the sides of the TV so hard my knuckles turned white, but I’m going to get you out of there, baby. I’m going to find whoever did this and I’m going to bury them all so far beneath that studio that they’ll never-
“I’m afraid Jackson hasn’t joined us quite yet, my dear. But if you truly love him, surely you’ll give him a show to remember, won’t you?” He taunted her. “All I want, after all, is to ask you a few questions! In fact, I’ll offer you a special deal: get even a single answer right, and I’ll let you go free! But get one wrong and, well…”
On cue, a fire was lit beneath her. Small, smoldering for now, but she whimpered as she noticed the heat. We both realized in that instant what this was. By now, I was screaming things I can’t repeat here, and slamming my hands against the TV screen as if I could reach through and save her.
She bit her lip and acquiesced. Not like she had any room to argue. The host grinned and readied a cue card. “Your first question: where are you, Lila?”
“I… I don’t know. How am I supposed to know?”
“You do know, Lila. You know exactly where you are.” He smirked at her. “Here’s a free hint: what’s the last thing you remember, before you woke up here?
She thought about it… and choked back a sob, visibly shaking as the realization slowly settled in. “But… but why? I… I…”
The horrible wail of the buzzer cut her off. “Oooh, too bad! I’m afraid you’ve run out of time!”
Seemingly as if on its own, the fire doubled in size. Sparks licked the belly of the bronze bull, and began to ever-so-slowly heat the surface. She pawed around in the tight confines, searching for any reprieve from the scalding heat all around her as the metal grew hot like it’d been left out in the sun on a summer’s day. “Please! Oh, God, let me out of this thing! It hurts! It hurts!”
The host seemed to breathe in her pain as if stealing a moment’s indulgence. “Now that there is no doubt about where you are, my dear, let us proceed to the second question.” He switched to his next card. “Did you believe in God, in the end?”
“O-of course!” She pled her case as if she was being tried in court. “My entire life… every day I gave to the poor, helped the sick, did whatever I could to honor Hi-“
“I’m afraid you misunderstood my question. I asked, did you believe in him at the end? The very moment your pitiful little life was snuffed out?”
“I always believed! I’d never forsake Him!”
“Yes, yes, I know. You lived a good and holy life, didn’t you?” He cackled. “But what of the very end? You and your little husband were so excited to deliver your first little baby boy. But o, tragedy! It all went wrong, didn’t it? Your precious little boy didn’t make it through childbirth… and you followed closely behind.”
“That whole business with the botched pregnancy, it was… what do you call it? Ah, yes. A ‘test of faith’. And I’m afraid you failed. In your final moments, you watched the light fade from your child’s eyes, and you assumed — wisely, in my humble opinion — that no ‘kind’ and ‘loving’ God would allow something like that to happen.” He laughed. “Funny how after a lifetime of dutiful service, all it takes is one little mistake at the end… to bring you here. To us.”
I’d never seen such depths of despair in a person’s eyes. Such emptiness. Like with every word, he’d been scooping out another piece of her until she was hollow. And then that buzzer roared again, more shrill than ever, and I could barely see her little window through the smoke and flames. The belly of the bull was turning orange in places, and I could hear her flesh start to sizzle like meat on a grill. There are no words for the noises she made. No words at all.
“And our last, final question,” he continued. “What were your last words to your poor, beloved Jackson?”
“I love you!” I called out the answer. Bloody fingerprints stained the TV screen from my slamming my hands against it, as I screamed the answer over and over. “I love you, I love you, I love you!” At some point, I forgot that there was ever a question. I was just screaming it at her as if hoping that she could hear it, that it could bring her a modicum of comfort in that place.
The buzzer sounded again. I couldn't bring myself to look. All I could hear was the roaring of the bull, and the steam rising from its bronze nostrils.
The curtain fell. Silence drowned the sound. The host dropped all pretense that he hadn’t been speaking directly to me. “Now, Jackson. You just might be one of my new favorite audience members this show had ever had. I know this must have been hard for you. But if you’ll just stay tuned, I have one more show I know you’re certain to love!”
I didn’t bother to touch the remote. After all, nothing could be worse than what I’d just seen, right?
Wrong. Horror wracked me as the curtain rose, and I saw the man chained to a chair. I pulled away like a caveman witnessing fire, cringing and stuttering, face wet with sweat. It was the sort of fear that worked its way into your bones like a bad chill, that left you shaking, teeth chattering.
It was me.
An older me, sure. But not by much. Ten years, maybe. A gaunt and hollow version of me, one twisted by ten years of depression and hard drugs. But it was unmistakable.
His eyes widened as he recognized the host. “Oh — oh God, God please no! It can’t be — oh Christ, let me out of this chair, you —“
“Come, now! We wouldn’t want to use the lord’s name in vain, would we? I mean, that would be a sin!” The host laid a hand on the other me’s shoulder. “It may have been a few years since you watched our program, but I’m sure you remember the rules, don’t you, old friend?”
The other me was wordless, on the verge of hyperventilating, just as I was. The host was giddy with delight. “Now! Our first and only question is one I’m sure our viewer will be very interested in: what sins, exactly, do you think landed you here?”
The other me tried to speak, but the words caught in his throat. I could see it in his eyes. The years of self-destruction, the bitter hopelessness, the whirlpool of nihilism and vice and decay. The suffocating depths of a man. The darkness. How could he put it into words?
The sound of the buzzer was like a pig’s squeal. “Mmm, I’m afraid that our viewer is going to have to figure that out for himself! In the meantime, your punishment? Well, we wouldn’t want to spoil anything…”
The curtains slowly began to fall just as a couple other of those black, grotesque monstrosities emerged from the darkness. The curtain covered them all before I could get a good look at their obscene, twisted, asymmetrical figures. All I could hear was the crunching, the sound of skin tearing like paper, the screaming that went on for longer and louder than a human throat or vocal chords could endure.
The image and audio were beginning to distort, glitch, burn away. The tapes were physically melting as they played. My VCR was starting to overheat, sparks pouring from its front panel. The host voice jumped around in tone, his voice fading into the static blur as the tapes bubbled and boiled and distorted. “But, my friends, I’m afraid that concludes tonight’s episode of our show! So, with a final farewell to our dear, beloved viewer, Jackson…”
Just before the image melted away, the camera seemed to jump forward until his face filled the screen, his eyes piercing into mine as he cackled in that singsong voice.
“See you sooooon~”
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2024.05.13 13:48 xtremexavier15 TMA 6

Killer Grips: Anne Maria, Brick, Jasmine, Justin, Millie
Screaming Gaffers: Chase, MK, Ripper, Scott, Sky
Episode 6: The Aftermath I: Trent's Descent
A riff from an electric guitar opened the episode as a pair of purple concentric circles flew across and back in the screen towards the upper-left corner, a group of smaller, bluer circles flying through them in the same direction but at a higher speed. As it neared the top of the screen a large and blocky red 'T' flashed into existence and descended back down, and the background music continued into a theme fit for an evening talk show. A similarly-styled 'D' and 'A' appeared next as a few more purple or blue rings crossed the screen, then the three letters slid in from the left to spell out 'TDA'. The word 'AFTERMATH' popped up from the bottom of the screen, temporarily bumping up the first three letters before they slammed back down and centered the text in the middle of the screen.
A gleam swept across the text from upper-left to lower-right, and the 'D' briefly popped forwards with the faint sound of a camera, turning a little bit counterclockwise before reversing into its former position.
Clip 1
"Any final words?" Chris asked the eliminated contestants.
“Yeah. You guys actually voted me off. I respect that,” Eva nodded with a smirk.
“Good luck dudes. Wicked play,” Geoff smiled as he and Eva got off the bleachers and went to the red carpet.
The 'D' popped out briefly again and another bout of recap footage began.
Clip 2
"Here's the deal," Chef stated, pacing about slowly in front of the teen. "I'll help you man up and win this thing. You don't ask any stupid questions and you split the prize with me.” He leaned in closer towards Brick's face. “Like they say, it's an offer you can't refuse. I won't let you," he finished with a deadly scowl, much to Brick's discomfort.
The 'D' popped out a third time, signaling the start of another set of recap footage.
Clip 3
“Trent, it's time to go!” Chris informed the eliminated contestant.
Trent got off the stands. “Before I do, can I at least say goodbye to Sky?”
“You could, but it'd be pointless since Chef will just carry you to the limo,” Chris smiled.
“Alright,” Trent sighed and faced his former teammates. “I'm really sorry about my actions, guys. I'll see you later.” With nothing left to say, he turned and walked down the red carpet.
A fourth time the 'D' popped out, and the last set of recap footage played.
Clip 4
"Izzy!" Izzy was left gaping. "Time to go!" Chris announced.
“I'm not going anywhere,” Izzy objected. “That's not my name.”
“Can I get a pen over here?” Chris raised his hand in annoyance. A pen was given to him, and he started to write on the paper. “It says "E-Scope" now, okay?!” This made Izzy finally stand up.
"And remember," Chris told her as she started to walk past the stage, "you can never come back, ev-er!" The host pressed an orange button next to his microphone, and two identical guards came over and grabbed Izzy by her arms.
(Theme Song)
The same sequence used to open the recap was replayed, an unseen audience cheering wildly after the 'TDA AFTERMATH' logo shined. The camera faded into a shot of a stage from the shadowed audience; it was set up like a talk show with one couch and table in the middle, and two tiers of couches on either side. A variety of lights both stage and decorative were scattered around, and to the left was a passage backstage half-hidden by dividing walls and the dark red curtains that framed the set.
And most importantly, sitting on that central couch, were two figures. Damien on the left and Priya on the right.
The camera zoomed in on them as the applause died down, a pair of computer displays visible on the table turned towards the hosts as Priya waved. "Hey there everyone!" she greeted with a smile. "Welcome to the brand-new Total Drama Action Aftermath Show!"
She paused as the audience cheered and applauded again, and once they'd died down, Damien spoke up. "We're coming to you live," he said, "to dish everything Total Drama Action!"
"This is where the real action is!" Priya said to another bout of cheering. "I'm Priya!" she added in with a smile.
"And I'm Damien!" Damien beamed.
"You may remember us from the hit series Total Drama Island," Priya continued.
"And it's thrilling sequel, Total Drama Action," Damien said, “even if we're not on it.”
"I hate that we missed out on the season and a chance to get the money,” Priya grumbled but regained her positivity, “but we have our own show, so I think it compensates."
"Being in the sequel could've given me the possibility of being rich, but when I'm with you, money doesn't matter," Damien smiled happily at Priya, and the crowd awwed.
"Aww, that's so sweet!” Priya gushed and turned to the audience. “And with no competitions here, we get to talk to all of you."
“So about that new season. Pretty cool, right?" Damien asked, looking out at the camera.
"Of course," Priya nodded. "They get to be on a film lot and do different kinds of movie challenges. How spectacular is that?" The crowd cheered in agreement.
"Super spectacular," a voice said from off-camera, the shot zooming out to show that the couches on the right had been occupied by the other non-competing contestants. On the top row were Rodney, Sam, and Gwen, while the bottom row had Topher, Katie, and Sadie.
“We were being rhetorical," Damien pointed out, "but hey, thanks for reminding everyone that you're not invisible! Topher, everyone!" The camera focused on the dirty blonde, who took stride in the applause from the audience.
"We also brought along all the others from the first season," Priya said.
"They may be considered losers," Damien said, "but not to us."
“Aww,” Katie gushed.
“That is so sweet, you guys,” Sadie added.
"The pleasure's all ours," Damien replied. "Give it up for Topher!" he said, and the crowd cheered as the camera cut back to the fanboy. He shot a wink as the screen was split and a clip played of him smacking a fly onto his eye and getting it swollen.
"And Rodney!" Priya added, the camera cutting to the country boy waving at the camera. The screen also split to play a clip of him, showing him returning back to the game on boat.
"Katie and Sadie!" Damien introduced the two girls.
“Oh my gosh!” Katie cheered.
“We are so super excited to be here!” Sadie expressed her happiness.
"Next we have Sam!" Priya said as the camera moved to the gamer smiling at the camera as a clip played in the split screen showing him hanging from a tree by his knees before falling down.
"And how about a shout out to Gwen!" Damien said. Gwen smiled at the camera while the split screen showed a clip of the goth eating blueberries from a bush.
The camera cut over to Topher, who was engrossed in a phone call. "How long are the papers going to take?" he asked before noticing the audience. "Sorry mom, but I'll have to call you back later!"
Priya and Damien shared a glance before Damien smiled at the camera. "We've also got a lot of texts and emails from all of you!" he said excitedly.
"Plus," Priya said, "we'll have a couple of you on webcam!"
"Eva and Geoff will be here," Damien announced, and the crowd went wild.
"And let's not forget our favorite nutcase, Izzy!" Priya added with a smile, earning another roaring cheer from the crowd.
"Plus the guy with the soul of music, Trent!" Damien finished to another round of applause.
"You know what's strange? The four that you two mentioned were part of the final six in Island along with Scott and you, Priya," Topher said.
"That is pretty shocking," Priya added. "Eva and Geoff especially."
"Eva could have won the season again, but I guess no one wants a repeat," Sam laughed a bit.
"We've got a lot to talk about," Damien told the audience. "It's almost time to welcome our first guests," he announced, "but first, take a look at this!" The nervous wreck looked up to the wide and flat television hanging above the central couch.
The television's static cut to a clip of Geoff and Eva running together to escape the monster. "Geoff and Eva's time on Total Drama Action may have been short," Damien said.
"But it sure was packed with the action that we grew to love," Priya continued as Eva and Geoff stuck their heads out from behind a cardboard cutout of a small red car.
"Eva managed to recover from her broken ankle from last season," Damien continued as the muscle woman was shown running through the sidewalk.
"And Geoff proved that losing a tooth doesn't mean losing your positivity," Priya said as footage of Geoff showing off his golden tooth replacement was shown.
"And they both did well for themselves, even if they didn't win the second challenge!" Damien followed up as clips of Geoff and Eva being shown on the ground along with being shot with paintballs courtesy of Chef played.
"But unfortunately, they weren't able to play for another day!" Priya continued.
"I don't even blame the contestants since Eva and Geoff were last season's Final Two," Damien spoke as a clip played of the two going into the limousine. "At least they still have their friendship!"
"One has eaten dog food," Priya said, "and the other has taken control of a forest fire. Our first two guests are Geoff and Eva!"
The Aftermath theme tune played and the crowd went wild as Eva and Geoff pushed open the backstage doors and walked out, smiling at both the audience and the hosts as they took their seats on the lower couch on the left.
"Hey guys!" Priya greeted with a smile as Damien waved.
"Damien! Priya! Glad to see you two again!" Eva said happily.
"Yeah!" Geoff added. "You two getting the hosting gig is impressive!"
"Great to have you guys!" Damien told them. "Sorry you two got eliminated first."
"No need to apologize," Geoff said. "We didn't leave completely empty-handed!"
"Wait, how so?" Damien asked in confusion. "You didn't win the money."
"Not like that," Eva answered. "Geoff managed to take pictures of everybody and everything from the first two seasons to put onto his scrapbook."
"And Eva managed to use part of her money to get construction to build her dream gym," Geoff added. "It's still in construction by the way."
“So how did you two manage to become the Aftermath hosts?” Eva asked them.
"The producers took note of me and Damien's relationship and decided on us being the hosts," Priya answered. "I couldn't pass up this opportunity."
"And plus, the other non-competitors either refused or were turned down," Damien added.
“They especially turned me down,” Topher grumbled. “I would've made a great host.”
"That's pretty understandable," Eva said. "I sure as heck don't want to run my mouth longer than I need to."
"Yeah, hosting a show is something I won't be able to perform well in," Geoff added.
"Moving on," Damien said, "how does it feel being the first two voted off the show?"
"Honestly, I gotta say it was kinda like a punch to the gut," Eva admitted. "I know I'm strong, but I didn't think the contestants would team up to vote us out in just the first episodes."
"I didn't mind as much," Geoff interjected. "I mean, I did want to win the million dollars, but given how we competed in every episode of the first season, it seems fair for us to go home early this time around and give the others a shot. And besides, money isn't everything."
"Thanks for your inputs," Priya said as the camera cut over to her and Damien, "I think it's time for a game called 'Truth or Hammer'!" The crowd started to go wild.
A grand tune played as a shot of a golden statue of Lady Justice was shown. The camera slowly pulled back from it, and as the music ended a large wooden mallet swung down from the left and smashed it to pieces.
Damien stood up as the scene cut back to the hosts and guests. "Here's how this works: we ask you a question, and if you give the wrong answer, a huge hammer will swing down on you."
"Uh, what?" Geoff said as he and Eva looked at each other nervously.
"Eva, Geoff, move out of the way as we do a test run!" Priya announced, and a giant wooden hammer immediately swung down at Eva and Geoff, the two barely avoiding the hit.
"Looks like the hammer is working well. How about we get to the questions?" Damien turned his head to the reality TV fan.
"Absolutely," Priya agreed. "So Eva, after winning last season, why do you think things didn't go well for you this time?"
"Like we both said, we were big time threats. If we didn't get voted off in the second episode, one of us likely would've been in the final two again," Eva answered and looked above her, the hammer still remaining in its position.
"I'm a strategic player, and if I wasn't the first season's winner, I obviously would've voted out the strongest player just so I could get closer to winning," Eva continued.
"Good answer!" Damien said. "So Geoff, are you even remotely mad at not winning the first season and getting kicked off in the second?"
Geoff looked up. "I'm not going to lie at all, especially when there's a hammer that can crush me," the party guy said. "I'm kind of upset."
Everyone was silent for a moment before it became clear the hammer wasn't going to swing down. "I mean... it's like you got dreams for this money and to see them flushed down the drain is disappointing," Geoff explained. "But it is what it is. I had a good time competing, and I got news from one of my brothers that my golden tooth can be sold for money, so at least I got some compensation."
"I'd suggest cleaning the tooth before you sell it," Damien advised before looking at the camera and smiling. "So how about we hear from one of the viewers!"
"Let's see," Priya said, looking down at the computer display on the table in front of her. "CunningLinguist316 asks: Who are you rooting for now that you've been eliminated?"
"Well, I'm rooting for Sky," Eva answered. "I can see some parts of myself in her, and she's one of the more worthy players in the game."
"I'm hoping my man Chase wins," Geoff answered. "He's super athletic and fast, and we're sorta like each other in many ways."
"Good to hear your thoughts," Damien told them.
"Exactly!" Priya added. "But I think it's time we bring out our next guest."
The camera panned up to the wide-screen television as footage of the wild child began to play. "Izzy's time on Total Drama Action may have been short," Damien said over a clip of Izzy pushing Ripper out of the way and getting captured by the animatronic monster.
"But it was a thrill ride," Priya added.
“Seriously, Izzy can make a bowl of paste tasty by adding herself to it,” Damien quipped over Izzy getting dropped into the bouncy castle.
"Later on, she suffered a serious blow at the hands of Chef," Priya added over the footage of Izzy falling onto the ground after getting shot in the chest with a paintball and Chef looking over her in worry.
“Chef thinks he's killed her. Look how scared he is!” Damien chimed in as the recap footage paused on Chef; a red circle was drawn around Chef's face.
“Never thought he'd have a sense of humanity. Check this part out! Super hilarious!” Priya giggled over Izzy standing up and laughing about her fake death. “Unfortunately, it was Justin that ruined Izzy's chances when the two took to the stage.” The clips of Justin performing his role and Izzy grumbling over her loss played.
"Dramatic and devious, Izzy will be back for more," Damien continued as the footage showed Izzy getting up from her seat and blowing kisses as the limousine took her away.
The scene returned to the hosts. "Our first guest has impersonated a grizzly and was caught peeing in a pool. Currently number eight on the RCMP's most wanted... Izzy, A.K.A Kaleidoscope!!"
The crowd went wild as the Aftermath theme played, but it suddenly stopped as the hosts looked up at the television. It was now showing footage of a room backstage where Izzy was currently sitting on a couch and eating crackers. The crazy girl had a snack tray-laden table in front of her, and to the left was a television showing the same feed as the one on-stage.
Izzy took notice of the television set. "I'm on TV!" she exclaimed before accidentally spitting out her chewed-up crackers, making the audience laugh quietly. “Oh, oops. Cracker crumbs, you get back here!” She grabbed the crumbs, along with a few grapes and a cracker sandwich with cheese in the middle, and put them all in her cleavage, prompting more laughter.
Izzy stood up and walked out to the stage, the Aftermath theme playing again as she opened the backstage doors and walked out. The audience cheered, and Damien and Priya, along with Eva and Geoff - who were now on the top row of the couches - waved at her, causing her to return the gesture.
“Hello E-Scope!” Priya eagerly greeted her friend.
"Hi, Priya. Hi, Damien," Izzy greeted back as she sat on the couch. "So glad to be here."
“Awesome to have you, but it must be hard losing out on a million bucks,” Damien talked to her.
“Yeah, well... you would know,” Izzy responded, unamusing Damien and Priya while the audience gasped. “Hi, you guys!” she focused on the Peanut Gallery.”
“Hi, Izzy!” Rodney waved.
“Hi, everyone out there in TV land!” Izzy turned to the camera and noticed someone in the audience. “Graham Cracker! That's my old boyfriend Graham! He got a restraining order against me last year. Remember that, Graham?” The audience started mumbling. “So funny. Okay. We were in the courtroom and the judge was all like, "You cannot come within two hundred meters of the plaintiff or you shall suffer the consequences of this courtroom."
After taking a moment to laugh, Izzy continued her story. “The long distance was hard, but we made it work. By the way, Graham, you should get new blinds for your room. What are they made of, lead? I couldn't see a thing with my binoculars! Miss you, Graham Cracker!” She took a cracker out of her cleavage. “I am totally into crackers right now. They're just so flaky!” She giggled and put the cracker into her mouth.
“Kind of like someone we already know,” Damien muttered quietly.
“So Izzy, how did it feel to be the third one voted off the show?” Priya asked.
“My life is an open book. Well, not yet, but it will be once I write it. And you open the book!” Izzy guffawed.
“What was going through your head after being voted off?” Damien questioned.
The music turned sad. “When you realize you're not getting a Gilded Chris Award, well, I can't lie to you,” Izzy sniffed in a rare moment of sadness.
“Oh, it was that painful?” Priya expressed her sympathy.
“No, I just can't lie to you,” Izzy returned to her normal state. “I was outfitted with a lie deterrent microchip that sends shock waves at the first hint of dishonesty. Those are really nice pants, Damien.”
Izzy then got shocked in her neck, demonstrating the microchip inside the body part, but the wild child laughed it off.
“Carrying on,” Damien said uncomfortably. “So what exactly did losing out on the Gilded Chris mean to you?”
“It means I missed out on that buttery chocolate statuette. Ooh, I once took an art class sculpting chocolate nudes, my instructor said I had a real flair for cocoa,” Izzy brought up and earned another electrocution. “Okay, okay, okay. He said I was totally loco. That's what he's actually said.”
"Let's see if you can be honest while answering our questions,” Priya said sneakily, “and the giant hammer will come down if you don't tell the truth!"
“If my implant doesn't get me, the hammer will!” Izzy said, earning laughs from the audience.
Priya and Damien shared a look of bewilderment before facing the camera happily. “Want to know which questions we'll be asking Izzy?" Priya asked the camera.
"Be sure to stay tuned," Damien said. "Right now, we have to take a quick break! We'll be right back!"
The show's logo was shown again, and the 'D' popped out and transitioned the scene to a close-up of a plate of brown mush sitting on a tan-and-goldenrod striped table. Flies were buzzing around it, and part of a familiar torso could be seen standing behind it.
"This episode of the TDA Aftershow," Chef Hatchet said to a catchy elevator music-like jingle as one of the flies buzzing around died and the camera began to zoom out, "was brought to you by Chef's Roadkill Cafe, where Sundays are Bring Your Own Meat!" The camera stopped moving to show the hulking man in full, standing between the table with the plate of mush and a large stone fireplace in the background. In his left hand he held a skewer of a reddish and steaming hunk of meat resting on a plate-like guard piece. The tail of a skunk extended from the top of the meat hunk.
"You hit it, we spit it," Chef said with a motion to the steaming dish in his hand.
(Commercial Break)
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2024.05.13 02:15 nomorelandfills No, You Beg - 2021 article from The Cut about the difficulty in adopting in the COVID era

No, You Beg - 2021 article from The Cut about the difficulty in adopting in the COVID era
Another copied article to keep in reserve. It's an odd article from the pandemic, recounting the boom in rescue adoptions. It is a fairly pointless article in that it uses some really shifty rescuers, including Pixies and Paws, as sources, brightly highlights a bioethicist who uses her own foolish adoption of two pit bull mixes as evidence that most people shouldn't own dogs, and chronicles but fails to understand the loathing rescuers have for adopters. It does, however, wonderfully illustrate how rapidly the good times ended in rescue. Anyone reading the the current "we've never been so overwhelmed with dogs" rescue laments should know that there's a link between today's problems and yesterday's reckless opportunism.
The "bioethicist"
“I think it’s probably true that the majority of people who want to adopt a dog should not,” Jessica Pierce, a bioethicist who studies human-animal relationships, tells me. “They don’t have the wherewithal and don’t have what they need to give the animal a good life.” She herself ended up with two pets that didn’t get along at all — a herding mix and a pointer mix whose constant fighting made the idea of hosting a dinner party both perhaps “bloody” and definitely “scary and miserable.” She says shelters shouldn’t “drive away potentially loving and appropriate adopters because they don’t meet predetermined criteria,” but she also sees the importance of a thorough application process that prepares humans for the pitfalls of pet parenthood. “You need to be ready to have a dog who doesn’t like people very much,” says Pierce. When Bella, the 11-year-old she got from the Humane Society, dies, she’s not sure she will get a replacement, noting that the pandemic puppy boom is “driven by a reflection of human narcissism and neurosis.”
However, this is a fantastic truth long overdue for the telling.
“I started to talk to shelter leaders across the country,” Cushing says. “And one by one, they said any adoptable dog without a medical issue is gone by noon on Saturday. But the public didn’t know that. Only the dog seekers and the experts did.”
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Jack, adopted by Tori and Paris through In Our Hands Rescue.
It was a rainy Sunday in June, and Danielle had fallen in love.
The 23-year-old paralegal spent the first part of her afternoon in McCarren Park, envying the happy dog owners with their furry companions. Then she stumbled upon an adoption event in a North Brooklyn beer garden, where a beagle mix being paraded out of the rescue van reminded her of the dog she grew up with, Snickers. It all felt like fate, so she filled out an application on the spot. She was then joined by her best friend and roommate, Alexa, in sitting across from a serious-looking young woman with a ponytail who was searching for a reason to break her heart.
Danielle and Alexa were confident they would be leaving with Millie that day: After all, they had a 1,000-square-foot apartment within blocks of McCarren and full-time employment with the ability to work from home for the foreseeable future. But the volunteer kept posing questions that they hadn’t prepared for. What if they stopped living together? What if Danielle’s girlfriend’s collie mix didn’t get along with her new family member? What would be the solution if the dog needed expensive training for behavioral issues? Which vet were they planning to use?
All of which, upon reflection, were reasonable questions. But when it came to the diet they planned for the dog, they realized they were out of their depth. Danielle recalled that Snickers had lived to 16 and a half on a diet of Blue Buffalo Wilderness, the most expensive stuff that was available at her parents’ Bay Area pet store. “Would you want to live on the best version of Lean Cuisine for the rest of your life?” sniffed the volunteer with a frown. She would instead recommend a small-batch, raw-food brand that cost, when they looked it up later, up to $240 a bag. “If you were approved, you’d need to get the necessary supplies and take time off from work starting now,” the dog gatekeeper said. “And the first 120 days would be considered a trial period, meaning we would reserve the right to take your dog back at any time.” The would-be adopters nodded solemnly.
The friends rose from the bench and thanked the volunteer for her time. Believing they were out of earshot, the volunteer summed up the interview to a colleague: “You just walked by, and you’re fixated on this one dog, and it’s because you had a beagle growing up, but you want to make your roommate the legal adopter?”
When Danielle and Alexa were young, one could still show up at a shelter, pick out an unhoused dog that just wanted to have someone to love, and take it home that same day. Today, much of the process has moved online — to Petfinder, a.k.a. Tinder for dogs, and various animal-shelter Instagram accounts that send cute puppy pics with heartrending stories of need into your feed and compel you to fill out an adoption application as you sit on the toilet. Posts describing the dogs drip with euphemisms: A dog that might freak out and tear your house up if left alone is a “Velcro dog”; one that might knock down your children is “overly exuberant”; a skittish, neglected dog with trust issues is just a “shy party girl.” Certain shelters have become influencers in their own right, like the L.A.-based Labelle Foundation, which has almost 250,000 Instagram followers and counts Dua Lipa and Cara Delevingne among its A-list clients. Rescue agencies abound, many with missions so specific that you could theoretically find one that deals in any niche breed you desire, from affenpinschers to Yorkshire terriers.
This deluge of rescue-puppy content has arrived, not coincidentally, during a time of growing awareness of puppy mills as so morally indefensible that even Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez could draw fire for seemingly buying a purebred French bulldog in early 2020. Then came the pandemic puppy boom, a lonely, claustrophobic year in which thousands of white-collar workers, sitting at home scrolling through their phones, seemed simultaneously to decide they were finally ready to adopt a dog. The corresponding demand spike in certain markets has simply overwhelmed the agencies: New York shelters that were used to receiving 20 applications a week were now receiving hundreds, with as many as 50 people vying for a single pup.
The rescue dog is now, indisputably, a luxury good, without a market pricing system at work to manage demand. A better analogy might be an Ivy League admissions office. But even Harvard isn’t forced to be as picky as, say, Korean K9 Rescue, whose average monthly applications tripled in 2020.
And yet someone has to pick the winners — often an unpaid millennial Miss Hannigan doling out a precious number of wet-nosed Orphan Annies to wannabe Daddy Warbuckses and thus empowered to judge the intentions and poop-scooping abilities of otherwise accomplished urban professionals, some of whom actually did go to Harvard.
This has led to some hard feelings. Every once in a while, someone will complain on Twitter about being rejected by a rescue agency, and it will reliably set off a cascade of attacks on “entitled rich white millennials assuming they can have whatever they want,” followed by counter-attacks on those who “appoint themselves the holy sainted guardian of all animals.” Danielle was ultimately deemed unworthy, not even receiving a generic rejection letter over email. After all, there isn’t really that much incentive for the rescue agencies to be polite these days.
The modern animal-rescue movement grew alongside the child-welfare movement in the mid-19th century. It got another boost in the years following World War II, when Americans were moving out to the suburbs in droves, according to Stephen Zawistowski, a professor of animal behavior at Hunter College. Suddenly, there were highways, yards, and space. Walt Disney was making movies about children and dogs that promoted the idea that no new home was complete without a loyal animal companion. (Zawistowski said that one might call this the Old Yeller Effect, but there were various riffs on the same theme over the ensuing decades. Essentially, Flipper was “Let’s put Lassie in the water.”)
In the early ’80s, University of Pennsylvania researchers confirmed the effects that animal companionship has on everything from blood pressure to heart conditions to anxiety. Pets were no longer just how you taught Junior to be responsible; they might be critical to maintaining adults’ physical and mental health. The way people spoke about animals started changing. The idea that “homeless” dogs were sent to the “pound” because they were “bad” went out of fashion. “Suddenly, you had ‘rescue’ dogs brightly lit in the mall,” says Ed Sayres, a former president of the ASPCA who now works as a pet-industry consultant. “Basically, we gave animals a promotion.” Meanwhile, in the late ’80s, spay and neuter procedures had been streamlined and were being recommended by vets as well as by Bob Barker on The Price Is Right.
Then came The Ad. Released in 2007, it featured close-ups of three-legged dogs and one-eyed cats rescued by the ASPCA over a wrenching rendition of Sarah McLachlan’s “Angel.” The commercial warned that “for hundreds of others, help came too late.” In just a year, the ad raised 60 percent of the ASPCA’s annual $50 million budget. The organization was reportedly able to increase the grant money it gave to other animal-welfare organizations by 900 percent in ten years. It is difficult to overstate the emotional hangover The Ad inflicted on millennials and members of Gen Z. Janet M. Davis is a historian at the University of Texas at Austin, where she lectures on animal rights to a demographically diverse body of students — everyone from cattle ranchers to vegan punks — most of whom cry when she shows The Ad in class. “It absolutely brings down the house,” she says. “Every time.”
Theoretically, the point of dog adoption is that there are more dogs born into the world than there are humans lined up to care for them. But as interest grew, the supply problem became less acute. Thanks to widespread spay and neuter policies, there are simply too few unwanted litters for what the adoption market wants.
National chains like PetSmart partnered with local shelters to supply its animals for sale. Savvy rescues in dog deserts like New York hooked up with shelters in the Deep South, where cultural attitudes toward spaying and neutering pets are much more lax. While there is no official registry of how many shelter dogs are available in the U.S., in 2017, researchers at the College of Veterinary Medicine for Mississippi State University published a study reporting that the availability of dogs in animal shelters was at an all-time low. “That is,” says Sayres, “an environment that leads to a kind of irrational, competitive behavior.” The rescue mutt had become not just a virtue signal but a virtue test. Who was a good enough human being to deserve a dog in need of rescuing?
Heather remembers the old easy days. “I went on Craigslist and an hour later, I had a puggle,” she says of her first dog-getting experience with her boyfriend in college. George the puggle humped everything in sight, shed everywhere, and chewed through furniture until the end of his life, but she loved him all the same.
Flash-forward 16 years: She and that boyfriend are married, have two kids, and can’t seem to get a new dog no matter what they try. Yes, she could find a breeder easily online (currently for sale on Craigslist: a Yorkie-poo puppy from a breeder asking $350 and just a few screening questions). But instead, in the middle of the pandemic, “I was sending ten to 12 emails a night and willing to travel anywhere, and no one would give us any sort of animal,” she remembers. Shelters would send snappy emails about how her family wasn’t suited for a puppy, even though they made good money and had clearly cared for their dearly departed George — they once drove three hours to get the dog a specially made knee brace. “I was trying to be really up front with people and would say that my daughter has autism and that I have a 3-year-old, and they would say no. It felt like they were saying, ‘We don’t give dogs to people who have disabilities.’ ”
It didn’t matter what kind of dog she applied for — older, younger, bigger, smaller — there was always an official-sounding excuse as to why her family wasn’t suitable. (“Pups this age bite and jump and scratch and while they are cute to look at, they are worse than a bratty ADHD toddler, without diapers,” one rescue wrote. “Sorry.”) She considered looking at emotional-support animals that work specifically with autistic youth but found out they could cost 18 grand and require a two-year waiting period. She couldn’t stomach the idea of setting up a GoFundMe, as other people in the community had. “It got to the point of me wondering, Okay, so what dogs do children get?” she recalls. “I always thought that dogs and children go together.” By the fall of 2020, Heather had turned back to breeders. “People get a little spicy when you say you paid for a dog. You want to scream that you tried your hardest, but it wasn’t possible,” she says.
Others, like Zainab, figured out ways to work the system. She blanketed agencies with applications in the early months of the pandemic, applying for 60 dogs. (The ease of applying online might also explain the statistics.) She thought the fact that she had a leadership role in public education would demonstrate that she was both successful and nurturing. “I’m a professional, I make good money, and I have a master’s degree,” she tells me. She was rejected all the same. Finally, a co-worker suggested Zainab make a résumé in order to stand out. The multipage document — which features testimonials from high-powered friends, including local elected officials — is what got her an exclusive meeting with Penny the pug in a parking lot. She was handed over with a leash tied around her neck and vomited in the front seat of Zainab’s car about three blocks later. Success!
Or take Lauren, who’d had dogs all her life and found living solo during COVID lonely. “You can’t be without an animal at this particular time,” she told herself. So she started applying for dogs on Petfinder and boutique-rescue websites. “I would look up at my clock, and it would be two in the morning,” she says. Her hopes were high when she got a meeting with a Chihuahua mix in the suburbs named Mary Shelley. Lauren thought the meeting went well, but it ultimately didn’t result in the interviewer granting the adoption. “Then I was in conspiracy-theory mode, thinking she doesn’t like gay people, or single people, or people who live in the city,” she says. “It was a crazy-making experience. It’s a pandemic, so your world is already turned upside down, but I became psychotic.
“The people who run rescue organizations — this was their moment to shine,” she adds. “Even though they were totally bogged down with requests, they got to feel the power. They got to make someone’s dreams come true or smash them to the ground.”
The inquiries can get extremely personal. “I found the questions very offensive,” says Joanna, a Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center nurse who tried to adopt last year with her architect husband. “I was like, ‘What does this have to do with getting a dog?’ ” Her husband didn’t even want to put the thought out into the universe, but he was forced to admit that he’d probably be the one to take a shared pet in the event of a divorce. The two also had to grapple with what would happen if one or both of them died of COVID during the pandemic. And would both of them be able to take three days off at a moment’s notice to help the dog acclimate to its new home? “I was frank with her and said, ‘I take care of cancer patients,’ ” says Joanna. “She was very unsatisfied with our answer.”
“The more popular the rescue is on the internet, the more clout they have,” says Molly, a writer in New York. “If you have a really good social-media presence, you can throw your weight around.” (The clout goes both ways: Posting about your rescue dog on Instagram is an indirect way of broadcasting that someone out there deemed you morally worthy enough to be chosen.) She inquired about eight dogs in six weeks from about five different rescues, only to be continually rejected. She finally got an interview with a rescue agency whose cute dogs she had seen on social media. They asked to tour her apartment over Zoom. Fine. They asked for her references. Great. But then they asked if she would pay for an expensive trainer. She asked if she could wait — not only was it during the height of COVID, but the cost of the sessions with the trainer could be close to $1,000. The person she was dealing with said over email that dogs were investments and suggested she look elsewhere. “I was like, This is so Brooklyn,” she says.
Still, others wished the warning about trainers had been more explicit. At the height of the pandemic, Steven remembers scrolling through social-media post after social-media post saying things like “URGENT: NEED TO FIND THIS GUY A HOME” while “picturing this dog on a conveyor belt going toward this whirring saw. And meanwhile I am screaming at my phone, ‘I applied and you turned me down!’ ”
But after securing a dog, he came to believe the process, while tough on the human applicants, wasn’t tough enough when it came to the dog’s needs. Right off the bat, Cooper was very hyper and mouthy when playing. “We were doing the thing that everyone does, like, posting pics: ‘We’re at the park, isn’t this fun, hahaha,’ ” he says. But the reality was much less Instagram-worthy. Cooper became difficult to handle, especially in a small New York apartment; mouthiness escalated to gnashing his teeth and guarding food. “It’s embarrassing, and I hate having to tell people we had to give the dog back,” he says. (So much so that Steven requested a pseudonym for himself and for Cooper.) “To be frank, the experience we had with the dog was pretty traumatic. If this volunteer had felt so powerful, I wish that they had said we wouldn’t be able to handle this dog.” Although Steven’sInstagram is replete with photos of other friends’ dogs, evidence of Cooper’s existence has disappeared from the account.
The rescue-dog demand has also been stressful for the overwhelmed (and overwhelmingly volunteer) workforce that keeps the supply chain running. On a recent Saturday, Jason was speeding toward JFK airport in a windowless white van covered in graffiti. Though he was on his way to help rescue dogs, he is the first to admit he’s not the biggest fan of the animals. “I just need something to do,” he says. “I was going crazy sitting around the house.” His friend, who was employed at a rescue, recommended him for an unpaid gig. Prior to the pandemic, he managed an Off Broadway play in the city. The 34-year-old, who is athletically built with a shaved head, has a compulsive need to be coordinating a production, and getting dogs to New York City from a different continent is definitely that.
Many of the city’s rescue dogs come from other parts of the world these days, brought over by volunteers who take them through a complicated Customs process. This is part of what Pet Nation author Mark Cushing calls the “canine freedom train.” A former corporate trial attorney, Cushing had thought that American shelters were filled with dogs with a figurative hatchet outside their kennel; that was until his daughter, a shelter volunteer, said that, in fact, scores of people were lined up around the block every weekend in hopes of adopting a handful of dogs. “I started to talk to shelter leaders across the country,” Cushing says. “And one by one, they said any adoptable dog without a medical issue is gone by noon on Saturday. But the public didn’t know that. Only the dog seekers and the experts did.”
Jason waited in arrivals, ready to stop anyone who walked by with dog crates. When he saw some, he swooped in. It turned out that he had ended up with an extra animal — one that was yowling like it needed to get out and pee. He couldn’t figure out to whom it belonged, and after about 40 minutes of drama in the pickup area, two large men jumped out of a truck with out-of-state plates. They handed Jason $20 before he knew what was happening, loaded the dog into their Silverado, and sped off toward North Carolina. It was unclear if they were adopters themselves or worked for a shelter.
With that out of the way, Jason tried to carefully maneuver a luggage cart full of the remaining dog crates to the lot where he was parked. When one fell, the animal inside didn’t make a sound, presumably zonked from its long journey across the ocean. More volunteers were waiting at the shelter with food, water, and an enormous number of puppy pads when he arrived. After the animals decompressed from their long flight, they would be taken to an adoption event, where they would hopefully meet their new humans.
Emily Wells hasn’t taken a vacation in years. She works full time on Wall Street but is also the coordinator for Pixies & Paws Rescue — a job that she does in between calls and meetings and emails. That means responding to DMs on Instagram about available dogs, attending adoption events on weekends, and getting on the phone with a vet at 10 p.m. because one of her fosters got sick. That also means screening applications, which more than doubled during the height of the pandemic. Typically, she denies about one-third. This part of her job might not be the most physically demanding, but it does take a psychic toll.
“What I’ve found is a lot of people are very entitled,” she says. “They send nasty emails. I’ve been called every name in the book. But there are reasons we deny. We are entrusted with placing a living, breathing thing in someone’s home for the rest of its life.” She wishes people would understand that the rescue is just her and one other person trying their best to deal with off-the-charts levels of demand. “I know rescues that don’t even reply,” she says. “So the fact that we do and still get shit for that is annoying.” And explaining why someone was rejected can create its own problems: What if they use that information to fib on their next application?
Rescues like Wells’s are largely dependent on foster parents to house the dogs they import. Foster-to-adopt is one way that people adopt pets, a means of testing out compatibility and increasing one’s chances of adopting in a hypercompetitive city. But demand for dogs was so high last year that even proven volunteers couldn’t get their hands on a foster. Take Suchita, an animal lover who moved from India to New Jersey for her husband’s VP job with a big bank in 2019. Unable to work owing to visa issues, she became a prolific dog fosterer for a rescue in Queens. She also worked with a program that pairs volunteers with elderly animal owners who need help taking their pets out on walks. That program was suspended during COVID, which left Suchita desperate for more dog time.
Figuring that online volunteer work might fill the void, she started helping another organization wade through its massive backlog of applications by calling references. She offered to foster more dogs but didn’t hear back, nor did her attempts to adopt pan out. When she went ahead and adopted Sasha, a Pomeranian, through another rescue agency, the first organization was not happy. “After I posted Sasha on Instagram, they called me saying it was a conflict of interest to have worked with another agency,” Suchita says. “I was not at all prepared for that. Then they unfollowed me. It really hurt, but no hard feelings.” She is humbly aware of the fact that in New York, there is always someone who has a nicer apartment, a better job, and more experience than you. If everything else is equal, why shouldn’t a shelter try to give a dog to someone who can afford to give it the best life possible?
“They don’t treat humans nicely, but at least they treat dogs nicely,” she says.
In some corners of the rescue world, a reckoning is taking place. Rachael Ziering, the executive director of Muddy Paws Rescue, which found homes for around 1,000 dogs last year, got her start volunteering at other nonprofits whose adoption processes she found abhorrent. She saw, for instance, people look at adoption applications and say, “Oh, that’s a terrible Zip Code. I’m not adopting to them.” Or they would judge people based on their appearance. “I know a lot of groups that will ask for your firstborn along with your application,” she says. “I think it’s well intentioned, but I think it just took a turn at some point. It’s morphed into sort of an unhealthy view that no one’s ever gonna be good enough. Nobody’s ever perfect — the dog or the person.” Muddy Paws is instead embracing what is known as “open adoption,” a philosophy that allows for rescue volunteers to be more open-minded about what a good dog home might look like. It has started gaining traction among groups like the ASPCA in recent years, in part because the organization’s current president was denied a dog — twice. Instead of rejecting applicants outright based on their giving the “wrong” answers, Ziering’s team speaks with hopeful dog owners at length, learning about their lifestyles and histories to match them with the pet best for their family. Still, even a more inclusive philosophy toward profiling adoption applicants comes up against the intractable math: There are only so many dogs that need homes. Though Muddy Paws rejects less than one percent of applicants, some decide to adopt elsewhere if it means getting a dog faster.
Is any of this good for the dogs? Depends on whom you ask. If the intense questions involved in securing the dog cause someone to reflect before making a decision they’ll regret — sure. Others note that the average dog’s life span has hovered around 11 years for decades. “I think it’s probably true that the majority of people who want to adopt a dog should not,” Jessica Pierce, a bioethicist who studies human-animal relationships, tells me. “They don’t have the wherewithal and don’t have what they need to give the animal a good life.” She herself ended up with two pets that didn’t get along at all — a herding mix and a pointer mix whose constant fighting made the idea of hosting a dinner party both perhaps “bloody” and definitely “scary and miserable.” She says shelters shouldn’t “drive away potentially loving and appropriate adopters because they don’t meet predetermined criteria,” but she also sees the importance of a thorough application process that prepares humans for the pitfalls of pet parenthood. “You need to be ready to have a dog who doesn’t like people very much,” says Pierce. When Bella, the 11-year-old she got from the Humane Society, dies, she’s not sure she will get a replacement, noting that the pandemic puppy boom is “driven by a reflection of human narcissism and neurosis.”
“A lot of this is driven by Instagram,” she says. “We have this expectation that dogs are not really dogs; they’re toys or fashion accessories.”
I’m not pushing you, but it seems like you want to bring him home,” the Badass Animal Rescue volunteer said with the controlled energy of a used-car salesperson. Bill and Sherrie, a middle-aged couple who had lost their English bulldog three years ago, were looking for a replacement. The dog with a bright-red boner jumped on Bill, and everyone pretended not to notice. “He definitely has energy,” Bill said brightly. The couple were on the fence, and the volunteer could sense the close slipping away.
Although this organization saw applications rise 200 percent during the pandemic, things are now recalibrating back to normalcy. We are, it seems, witnessing the cooling of the puppy boom. The unbearable loneliness of the pandemic has abated, replaced with anxiety about how to possibly do all the things all of us used to do every day. New Yorkers are being summoned back to the office or planning vacations. Many young professionals are finding that, when given the option between scrolling through rescue websites until 2 a.m. or doing drunken karaoke in a room full of friends, Dog Tinder is losing its appeal. Local shelters are seeing application numbers slip — many say they have returned to pre-COVID levels — which, in turn, has made it slightly more of an adopter’s market.
Bill and Sherrie went to the hallway to talk it over. He was definitely a puller like their old dog, Xena. And he was also a hell of a shedder. The volunteer kept talking about something called a “love match,” but was this really one? “We’re just gonna need a little more time,” Sherrie confessed when they came back inside. No one was making eye contact. As they prepared to leave, the dog jumped up on Bill again, his tongue flopping sideways and his wagging tail spraying white fur. He was clearly not aware that the tenor of the room had shifted. “We might be back,” Bill said with an obvious twinge of guilt. “Don’t worry!”
We will probably look back on the class of pandemic dogs adopted in 2020 as the most desirable unwanted dogs of all time — the ultimate market-scarcity score for a slice of virtuous, privileged New York City. People like Danielle will see them paraded around places like McCarren Park, the living, breathing trophies for self-satisfied owners who made it through the gauntlet. At least for the next 11 years or so.
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2024.05.12 09:58 Lukario45 Long Hair Advice

Long Hair Advice
Tl:dr; I need suggestions on daily appearance maintenance for my long hair, and would like some pictures of other guys with styled long hair for a reference pic for when I go to a hairdresser in June for wedding.
I write too much, just read the TLDR if you don't want to read it all. Everything below is context.
I'm 25 years old and gay. I've had "long" hair since about 2017, 2018 when I started being able to put it into hair ties. I've never had anyone to teach me how to do anything with my hair. Everything I have ever done with my hair has been me experimenting and seeing what happens. EVERYTHING including basic maintenance like brushing, hair ties, etc... I've googled it and would try to follow along, but usually I'd get hung up when the directions called for some other basic technique that I had to learn. It was like going down a rabbit hole but learning you don't actually know how to dig.
I was close to cutting it, but recently I noticed that my hairline is un-recceeding. There's fresh growth on the top of my head, and especially directly infront of my hairline. It's unexpected, but my beard is also starting to fill in more. That patch on my left had a sister on the right just last month. The left side even has a bunch of thin blond hairs coming in that weren't there before.
The men on my fathers side all had extremely far back hair lines and thin, short hair. Usually dirty blond with some red. They have full quick growing red beards. My father's hairline receeded when he was in HS, and he was shiny bald as a sophomore in college. The men on my mothers side have full heads of hair. Their beards are slower but still full. They also match their hair color. I don't know which side i should really look to for my own expectations. My hair isn't as thick as my maternal uncles, but not as thin my paternal uncles. My beard isn't as full as either side, nor is it monochromatic. It has red, dirty blonde, and black in it.
I always wear my hair in a pony tail. I want to start wearing it out more. I'm self conscious about the asymmetry, especially in the volume and the crispness in curls. One side seems to have crispy curls while the other side looks like a rats nest. I try not to obsess over it though because I usually get compliments for my hair. I very rarley use any product in my hair. Only occasionally do I use a hint of conditioner when I know I'm not tying it up. I only use shampoo if I get something in it. I made this switch in 2018 when I was at that awkward length, and honestly after the grease normalized it's actually been really beneficial.
Anyone have suggestions on how I can better maintain the appearance of my hair, geared towards someone who never properly learned the techniques behind it? I can only achieve what I can if I take a shower directly before because otherwise there will be 0% curls and 100% frizz. I'd like to avoid product, but accessories like ties, clips, bobby pins, bands, etc.. are all fair game, but I don't know how to use them.
Also, I have a wedding coming up in June. I will be getting fitted for a suit and I'll be going to a hairdresser the day of for styling. Please post some pics of long hair styles so I can get an idea for what I'd like and won't have to go through my hairdressers book of long hair pictures (of all women) and be unsure about it the entire time.
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2024.05.11 04:50 Codename-SiGiL Mobile Task Force Epsilon Bravo VII - The Omniversal Concordat 5-4-23 - Chapters 3 & 4

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Chapter III - Is that baklava, or are you just happy to see me? San Francisco, California - Market & Castro - June 1st, 2008
Number 5: "So there I was, at a Fetus/GWAR concert and I'm right at the barricade at the very front between sets, and there's this super HOT fucking bouncer chick, right? And she's staring right at me, and I look right at Oderus, and he looks right at me, and we both stare at this fine ass bouncer working crowd security at the front. Then, just out of nowhere, she lifts her shirt and whips her tits out and points at her mouth, and they aim the blood canon right at her and absolutely blast her with purple monster blood all over her in the face and tits. And me and Oderus look at her, then each other, and then just shrug, and man. It was fucking awesome..."
Command: "When was the last time you went to a GWAR concert, Five?"
Number 5: "It was at least back in 03'... Hold up. We've got Cookie monsters gathering in Jane Warner Plaza... You seeing this Seven?"
Number 7/Overwatch: "Copy that, five. They just hopped out of the MUNI, and looks like they're getting hot for boy pussy... Fucking dickholes..."
Command: "Okay ladies, don't get your panties in a twist. We need this to go down quietly. Do you have eyes on the package?"
Number 6: "Packages everywhere. Literally, but not the one we're looking for..."
Number 8: "Be advised, we've got Hajis and Skinnies popping out of the Muni station. Looks like they're here for more than just tail. Do you see this Command?"
Command: "Roger that, Eight. Keep it tight and don't let them out of your sight. Five, I want a danger close tail on those fuckwads, and find out if they're here for the package."
Number 5: "Copy, Command. I'll drop a line to the West Side Story boys, and see if they can keep a visual. Just a sec... Crutchie, do you read?"
Crutchie: "Oooh, is that who I think it is? Five, Darling. You never called me back after last time... And I thought we had sooo much in common."
Number 5: "Well that was before you made out with and keestered our asset, and made him pop positive for molly on a piss test, Crutchie..."
Crutchie: *Twirls a lock of hair* Whatever, Five. And he was soooo hot to trot too. Tsssssss."
Number 6: "Doesn't Crutchie always try to bone all of our assets?"
Crutchie: "Only if they're hot enough, Six..."
Number 8: "By the way Crutchie, really digging the whole hipsteClark Kent get up you've got going for you. Does it normally get you tagged by boner, or is that how you always dress when courting an investment banker?"
Crutchie: "Only when they're getting right off of work and hitting the club scene, Eight. Okay, I've got visual on the Skinnies. I'll have Leather Daddy run the tail from here, and we'll have Gilette and Stabby watch from their perch."
Number 6: "Tell Gilette I said Hi. Is she still dating that fucking twat from Jersey? Last time we had an engagement, she almost blew the whole damned OP over a tray of creme brulee..."
Crutchie: "Yeah, well bitch had a sweet tooth... Never get between a woman and what she's craving during a pregnancy..."
Number 7/Overwatch: "We've got a problem. Looks like the Skinnies are heading over to the deli for some falafel, and they've got company. Looks like the Greek mobsters from Kearny Street we saw last week..."
Command: "Keep it cool, ladies. The last thing we need is for one of you to get made if these fuckers start exchanging bullets. Hopefully they keep their dildos in their holsters..."
Crutchie: "Speaking of dildos, when's the last time you had some poon, Five? It's been what, over a year since you had that hot goth chick you were making out with at my mom's apartment? Or are you into dudes now?"
Number 5: "I don't get attached, Crutchie. I'm here for a good time, not a long time. Remember?"
Crutchie: "Okay, if you say so, but you still didn't answer my question, darling..."
Stabby: "Daddy, do you have visual? Pop a twenty in the deli and order some baklava. Find out if these fuckers are here for the package."
Leather Daddy: "If you say so, sweetie. And ooooh, good call. The baklava is to die for. You've absolutely gotta try some sometime..."
Stabby: "Be advised, Six. We've got the Sesame Street convention hopping out of the MUNI station. Looks like the perverts you warned us about on the APB."
Number 6: "Got visual, and yep. Those are the same perps."
Crutchie: "I don't want to be a party pooper, ladies, but I've got an investment banker to impress... Think you can party with Stabby and Gilette for now?"
Number 5: "Damn it, Crutchie... and by impress you mean..."
Crutchie: "Always sweetheart."
*The four suspects start heading over to the Palestinian Deli*
Number 6: "We've got a problem, looks like the Cookie Monsters already know the Greek Malacca fuckwads... Command, you seeing this?"
Command: "Affirmative, Six. Standby for further instructions. Daddy, how's the baklava looking?"
Leather Daddy: "Oooh, sweet as can be. You like shwarma, sweetie?"
Command: "Not really, Daddy. Kebabs are my thing, and usually salmon if they have it, and have decent enough tatsiki sauce."
Number 7/Overwatch: "One of the skinnies isn't looking so hot. You see the heat on him? He's burning up..."
Crutchie: "And by burning up, I'm going to assume you mean in a less than sexy way?"
Stabby: "Confirmed on the thermal, Seven. He's got a temp of over 107 .
*The Somalian youth in the leather jacket keels over to his hands and knees and starts coughing up blood*
Number 6: "Well, that's not a good sign... You seeing this command?"
Command: "Affirmative, Six. Keep a distance in case he's got ebola or some shit. Daddy? Be advised, the skinny in front of the deli is coughing up blood. Keep a good gap and follow the others when they move.
Leather Daddy: "Yes, Mommy. I thought you'd never ask."
Stabby: "Looks like the Hajis are heading across the street to the bodega next to the bakery/ice cream shop. Standby, Daddy. This could get complicated. Let's see what these fuckers are about.
Leather Daddy: "Oooh, what a co-inky-dink. My girls are getting ready for Rocky tonight. They're at Starbucks right now. Should I give them a ringy-dingy?
Gilette: "Copy that, Daddy. The more the merrier."
Number 6: "Looks like the Skinnies are on the move, and they don't seem to give a fuck about their buddies well being, they're just dragging him along..."
Number 7/Overwatch: "Yep, looks like they're heading into the plaza in front of Twin Peaks right now. Those Malacca fucks are still milling about with the Sesame Street parade."
Number 5: "Copy that. Let's keep the logistics for this shit under wraps. Dykie, Stabby, Daddy? We'll do a split push. You have your girls at Starbucks watch the Hajis, and we'll keep an eye on the Plaza. If anymore Cookie Monsters pop up out of the Muni, I'm going to get fucking heartburn."
July 2nd, 2008 - 2148 Hours San Francisco, California - Market & Castro - June 1st, 2008
*The four Muhajadeen gatherered in front of the bodega, while the elder with the flowing beard and trucker cap walked in the front door. Sueliman lit a cigarette while Mohammed and Ismael looked at Mehmed sideways*
*Simultaneously, Dave and Richard sat in Jane Warner Plaza, reading magazines and eating sandwiches they bought moments earlier from next door to Twin Peaks.*
Sgt. Dave: "You ever get the feeling we're in the wrong line of work? I mean, with all the shit going on in the world today, we could be overseas making a difference, and instead we're walking a beat to protect a bunch of entitled liberals and hipsters..."
Pvt. Richard: "You're barking up the wrong tree with that one, Sarge. I already did my tour, and it was a steaming pile of dog shit. War is still not over. Not by a long shot. I'll take walking a beat with this crowd any time, compared to getting keestered in some Iraqi shithole mosque's basement, any day of the fucking week."
Number 5: "Be on the lookout, we've got two cops sitting in the plaza and they are completely fucking clueless to the Sesame Street brigade gathering around them."
Stabby: "Copy that, Five. They're beat cops, and they're usuals in this neck of the woods. They're not involved in policing this kind of shit..."
Leather Daddy: "Ooooh girls, looks like we got some boys from the Bin Laden fan club gathering in front of the bodega, and I think they're there to buy more than just bongs and zig zags..."
Number 6: "Copy that, Daddy. Looks like the Skinnies are walking past the Cafe and are heading down Market. The Greeks are still hanging out in front of the deli..."
Gilette: "Looks like Rip Van Wrinkle from the Muhajedeen is going to be in there for a while. Standby. Yo, Daddy. Can you get a stoner or hardcore pothead to drop in there and see what the fuck is going on inside?
Leather Daddy: "Passing Squat and Gobble right now, tailing the pirates. I'll see what I can do... Heeeeeey, Javier?"
Javier: "God damn it, dude. I told you not to call me this early. I'm not holding and the dispensary doesn't restock until Tuesday..."
Leather Daddy: "Well, see. If you could help a brother out, I've got this group from the Bin Laden fan club at the bodega bong shop around the corner from the flag, and I really need someone to drop by and give a looksie. Could you be a dear and do me a favor, just this once?"
Javier: "Yeah, yeah, Daddy-o. I'll have one of the Punk rockers from up the street drop by and get a pair of ears in there. It could be a minute though..."
Leather Daddy: "Ahoy! The sooner the better sweetie. We're running a tight ship."
Javier: "Got someone walking up the block on a parallel route right now. Should be there in a minute twenty."
Leather Daddy: "Fantastic! I'll definitely owe you one, Javi."
Javier: "Any time, Daddy-O."
*Just then, a Ford Explorer pulled up at the intersection of Market and Castro, with 20" rims and neon lights on the under carriage. "Mac Dre" was dumping out of the woofers*
Stabby: "And look who it is..."
Gilette: "Sauce boss is early today, eh?"
Stabby: "Probably about to hit the Cafe for the usual customers. If they run into the Sesame Street convention in the plaza, we could be looking at a shootout in the making..."
Number 6: "Be advised, Greeks are looking heated."
Number 5: "Don't tell me those malacca fuckwads are thinking what I think they're thinking..."
Command: "Five, Six, Seven, Eight! Do NOT engage! I repeat! Do NOT engage!"
Gilette: "Oh, Motherfucker-"
*The Greeks in front of the Palestinian deli eyeballed the Ford Explorer and reached into their coats as it rounded the corner on Castro. That's when Intratec Tec DC-9s with extended barrels and 30 round mags popped out of the windows, and it began to rain 9mm x 19mm shell casings and ball parabellum rounds.* _.-=-._.-=-._.-=-._.-=-._.-=-._.-=-._.-=-._.-=-._.-=-._.-=-._.-=-._.-=-.
Chapter 4 - We need more cone charges... Hayward, California - July 6th 2008 - 0324 Hours Mobile Task Force - Epsilon Bravo VII (The Renegades)
EB7-5: "Well that was a shitshow the other night..."
EB7-6: "Yeah, tell me about it, Five. And we got reassigned to the Scooby Squad and the Mystery Machine? Literally, how in the fuck does that happen?"
EB7-8: "Well, those coke dealers weren't playing around when those Greek kid fuckers reached for their jammies..."
EB7-7/Overwatch: "No shit. It was curtains the minute they dug in. Damned shamed about the package though, we almost had that fucker."
EB7-6: "Hey Five, you know if those cops made it? The ones in the plaza?"
EB7-5: "They were wearing standard issue kevlar. The few strays the sergeant caught to the torso tagged him in the vest, but one got him in the shoulder. The Private got one in the pelvis, so he's in ICU still. We don't know if he'll pull through."
EB7-8: "They were a game changer though, through and through. Lucky for the Sergeant, that Private was a Seal."
EB7-5: "Well, that made all the difference in that world." she said, making a wide covering arc with her extended barrel AA-12 as she knelt and held up a balled fist to Six and Eight, a 30 round drum of 12-gauge Thamauturgically enhanced cobalt slugs hung from beneath her weapon, and two more drums were in her pack, just like the rest of her 3 person fire team whom also had similar loadouts of AA-12s, each one with a secondary loadout of short barrel SCAR-Light bullpups and several 30 round magazines in their Boron-Ceramic armor's LBVs. Seven had standard issue .50 Cal tungsten carbide SLAP rounds enhanced with neutronic singularity dispersement tips at the ready, and an FN-FS2000 with lithium plasma phase differential bullets.
EB7-Command: "Good evening, Ladies..."
EB7-6: "Holy fuck, is that Gator?"
EB7-Command: "The one and only, Six."
EB7-5: "Congrats on the promotion, Captain. Glad to have you join us..."
EB7-Command: "Thanks, Five. I'd hate to be the bearer of bad news, but switch to your visors. You've got some tangoes up ahead and I don't think they're here for tea."
EB7-5: "Roger that. Gear up girls, this is what we signed up for. Switching to multispectral..."
Professor Chaos: "Wait for me to run point up ahead, and you three cover me. I need to see what these things are up to..."
EB7-5: "Copy that, Skippy. Just don't get your damned arms ripped off, got it?"
Professor Chaos: "Roger that, Five. I'm Oscar Mike, with Charlie..." he said, as he closed his eyes and began walking, doing his best to concentrate, craning his head from right to left. Taking a bandana out of his pouch, he tied it around his eyes so he wouldn't have any distractions...
Professor Chaos: "Be advised, I'm reading some temporal-spatial anomalies about half a click ahead."
EB7-Command: 'You can fucking see that shit, Skippy?"
Professor Chaos: "Five, now would be a damned good time to deploy a mobile Scranton Beam Projector..."
EB7-5: "Copy that, Skippy. Tripod deploying the directed energy stabilization field in ten seconds." Ten seconds later, there was a brief temporal distortion, and the spatial fabric of the facility wavered and shimmered momentarily.
EB7-5: "Temporal-Spatial stabilization synchronized, Skippy. You're clear to proceed."
EB7-6: "Didn't Nazis used to use this place as a secret base after the war?"
EB7-Command: "Correct, Six. Those fuckers were hiding under everyone's noses for decades until OSI flushed them out in the 70's. Place has been In-OP and direlect for decades, but the Serpents Legion teamed up with what was left of the Ahnernerbe Inner Circle back in the Satanic Panic of the 80's and 90's. They've been using the place on and off since then..."
EB7-Gunny: "Lance and I will keep watch here on the surface and give you a heads up if anyone decides to drop by. As of now though, not a soul knows were here, and Higher made sure to keep it dark on signals. We're the only one's that will be in or out... Professor, don't get shanked by a fucking sorcerer now, or worse get Shanghai'ed by the damned cult. Motherfuckers will be sad if your ass gets eaten by a God damned monster, Skippy..."
Lance Corporal Todd slung the M32A1 over his torso as he slid the extra clips of .308 into the LBV on his Boron/Ceramic armor. Taking his bullpup SCAR Heavy with suppressor and Multispec scope, he gave a brief once over of his gear. Corpsman Bill did the same, as did Gunny Wilson. Each one had similar rotary grenade launchers with high explosive armor piercing 40mm grenades, and extra ordinance and munitions in their packs, including cone charges, claymores, and various utility grenades like flashbangs and thermite. Taking one last look at each other, they switched on their quantum camouflage, and their forms shimmered and disappeared to visible light spectrum. Switching to back scatter X-Ray/Multispec, they nodded to each other and made off to secure the entrances at the perimeter.
EB7-Bill: "Did you make sure to wash with hunter's soap and scent free baking soda deodorant, guys?"
EB7-Wilson: "Copy that, Corpsman. I can't even smell myself."
EB7-Todd: "Yeah, it's weird. It's like 99 degrees right now and I'm not even sweating, let alone smelling myself. At least it's not like Mississippi..."
Just then a pair of headlights could be seen rolling down towards the warehouses. The sound of Reggaton could be heard on subwoofer.
EB7-Bill: "Well boys, it looks like we've got company, and I don' think they're here for the same reason we are. Let's just hope its a drug deal or an arms sale, and let them go on their way."
An electrical company van's headlights could be seen coming from the opposite direction, and it was being followed by a repair truck with a bucket lift.
EB7-Wilson: "I Get the creeping suspicion that these cats aren't here to check the meter."
EB7-Todd: "Command, be advised. We've got activity here on the surface. Looks like gangster shit, but we've also got some utility workers on their way to the street parallel to us. What do you want us to do for now?"
EB7-Command: "I'm less worried about the gangsters, and more concerned about the utility workers. Keep an eye on them. Especially if they start snooping around.
EB7-Bill: "Copy that, Command. We'll be on the lookout."
The Escalade bumping the reggaton pulled off to a side road a few streets over, and the Utility van and bucket truck pulled the same way. More headlights could be seen as two vehicles came from the same direction as the gangsters. One was a Dodge grand caravan, and the other was a Ford F-350 XL.
EB7-Wilson: "Oh shit, this can't be good. Command, you seeing this?" It was then that the microwave uplink to the aerial surveillance drone scrambled and cut out.
EB7-Command: "Well fuck me running, boys, but looks like the drone's feed just ate shit, and the timing of theses utility workers and gangsters is a little too convenient. Stay in the shadows. It looks like they're here for us and the girls..."
Three men in body armor with kitted out Ak-47s and NV goggles hopped out of the Escalade. Five more hopped out of the minivan, equally geared up. Two hopped out of the truck, and went around back for large metal cases and dragged them to the ground, as well as three C-Bags. A man in a white suit with a white cabana hat stepped out of the Utility Van, and lit a cigar.
Mercenary Captain: "Buenos Tardes, Patron. Es tiempo." The man in the white, gave him one stern look and simply said, "¿Si? Bien."
The Captain pointed his AK-47 at the ground as he slapped the side of the truck twice and yelled to the men, "Vamanos puez! Andele!" The nine men gathered around, and each one dropped to one knee, and lowered their heads. Taking a puff of his cigar and pinching it between his fingers, the man in white outstretched his arms and stepped forward.
Man In White: "Welcome, Children of the Night! The Serpent is with us. I do hope you are all ready to do the Lord's work..."
It was at this point that the power went out for the entire grid to the whole city. All the lights and ground communications went dark in that very moment.
Man In White: "Viya con dios, Mijos."
They all rose to their feet and immediately began unloading the crates of rocket launchers and light machine guns, and ammo boxes.
EB7-Wilson: "Yeah. Guess they're not here to check the meter fellas. These aren't Mexican mafia at all... They're something else..."
EB7-Command: "Hopefully they don't see you yet..."
It was then that the Man in White walked 90 º perpendicular to physical 4th dimensional reality and winked out of existence. His men did a double take and stood there flabbergasted for at least a minute looking around until the Captain said, "Get back to work!"
EB7-Wilson: "You fucking see that shit, Gator?"
EB7-Command: "Yeeeeeah. That's NOT a good sign. Ladies, this is probably not a good time, but we've got our hands full up here. Stick to securing the objective with Professor Chaos. We've got a mess about to happen and will do our best to hold them off while we can."
EB7-5: "Yeah, we got a Temporal-Spatial distortion spike right before you told us. Well stick with Skippy. Seven, you're up here with us. All of us will stick in a five man team from here on out. Going radio dark, Command. We don't know if our COMS encryption's been burned yet.
EB7-Command: "Good call, Five. We'll head down there as soon as we get this handled. Good luck." Wilson, Todd, and Bill, held their positions and aimed their weapons at the entourage of mercenaries.
EB7-Wilson: "Don't do a thing unless they fire at us. It's better we aren't seen and don't have to engage unless we have no other options."
The Man in White's voice echoed in Wilson's head.
Man In White: "I appreciate you demonstrating a professional courtesy of sparing my men, Gunnery Sergeant Dennis Nathaniel Wilson, and honestly you and your fireteam could have killed them all rather quickly if you were motivated enough. However, I cannot guarantee the girls success of securing the relic. You will find that its guardians can be rather- persistent. Now tell me more about the SCIP friend of yours...Professor Chaos."
EB7-Wilson: "I remember your from Peshwar. You were with the general from ISI in '03." *His eyes widened* "You're-" Wilson's eyes rolled back into his head and he began twitching as he entered a fugue state and convulsed and foamed at the mouth. He fell to the ground unconscious shortly thereafter. He plopped like a ragdoll with an invisible *thud*. It was then that the Man in White began probing his memories...
EB7-Command: "Wilson! Damn it Gunny, Wake UP!"
_ To Be Continued...
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2024.05.11 02:11 whoam_I042994 First time backyard chicken owner/ chick raiser! (Questions and observations).

Hi all!
Me and my husband finally bought our first home last fall. We have ALWAYS talked about getting chickens, and we finally took the leap! We ordered chicks online. 3 Easter eggers (non sexed), 3 Rhode Island reds, and 3 mill fleur duccles (non sexed). We got them over a week ago, we ended up receiving 3 extra chicks, one more of each! Unfortunately, the first night we noticed three were acting very lethargic (2 Easter’s and 1 red) and weren’t eating or drinking even if prompted. I stayed up all night and eventually got them to drink and eat, they seemed like they were starting to perk up! The Easter (who I named April after my birth month) perked up and thrived. The other two had passed through the first night we had them. I felt horrible and wondered if I could have done more for them, but from what I’ve researched it’s apparently not uncommon for some shipped chicks to not make it/ thrive. After that I was on high alert to make sure they were warm, stress free, and healthy! I then noticed about 6 of them started to suffer from “pasty butt”. After consulting with a vet friend, a fellow chicken raiser and researching. I began cleaning them once in the am and once at night with a Luke warm water and qtip duo. It seemed to work well! After the first day we were down to three pasty butts. November (our biggest red and my husbands birth month), April and one of the littlest mill fleurs. A few days later it seemed to be subsiding, then when I came home from work one day, Novembers bum looked AWFUL. Her vent was SO SWOLLEN, her feathers all down her backside and moving onto her side were matted to her. She was struggling to poop, trying about every few minutes with little success and only small bits coming out. I PANICKED. I had been using save a chick electrolytes and probiotic 20% chick feed. I didn’t know what went wrong! After a little consulting with my vet friend, we got some probiotic yogurt. I offered it to the sick chick and she immediately took it. She at two very small dollops (each being the size of a pea) and we waiting a little bit. I then also added some chick grit which I hadn’t done yet. Grit bag and research said you don’t introduce until two weeks and it had only been one. However, we did wonder if the reds were a day or two older than the others based on their size and feathering compared to the rest. So, we added a small bit of grit to the food. November started eating it and was able to get some grit. About 15 min after yogurt and grit, she released the BIGGEST POOP I’ve seen, and she immediately started running around and acting her usual spunky self. The next morning her feathers on the side and most of her bum were back to being fluffy, her vent swelling went down SIGNIFICANTLY, and there was just a small bit of dried poop. We then would clean her once a day so not to irritate the vent/ regress from the progress we made. That was a few days ago. They are all about 12 days old, maybe more! We’ve incorporated grit regularly now with good results. They’re all thriving and growing well, getting new feathers on their tails and shoulders. The reds even getting combs! November and April still have slight pasty butt, April mostly just is bad at cleaning below her vent and Novembers swelling is completely gone, just some dried poop here and there. They’re both able to poop and it looks normal/ healthy. We do a treat of yogurt for everyone once every few days just to make sure digestion is moving along well. With this, they are now all showing their personalities! Before the yogurt treat, they used to run and hide if we put a hand in the brooder. Now they all run over, very curious and the Easter’s and duccles will now hop onto my hand and roost. They love it! Our second biggest red even jumped up and has started doing it! I am now curious and keeping my eyes peeled on signs of gender. Does anyone have any tips of how to tell? I know it’s still early but I’m trying to be prepared on what I’m looking at with this flock. They’re starting to try to fly out of the brooder so husband is gonna make a mesh top for the brooder. I also want to add some enrichment options for them as they are definitely getting bored and rambunctious! If anyone has any tips or things that has worked well for you, please share! I’m definitely being an overbearing helicopter chick mom but I just love them all so much and want to make sure I’m doing right by them and that they’re happy and healthy!
Thanks in advance!
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2024.05.10 20:04 Vukobasa An observer in the Near East: MONTENEGRO (1907)

An observer in the Near East: MONTENEGRO (1907)
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CHAPTER I
THE CITY IN THE SKY
Why I went to the Balkans―The road to Montenegro―Cettinje and its petroleum tins―About the blood-feud―England and Montenegro―Warned not to attempt to go to Albania―My guide a marked man-The story of Tef―A woman's fickleness, and its sequel.
CHAPTER II
AN AUDIENCE OF PRINCE NICHOLAS
The Palace at Cettinje―A cigarette with the Prince―The policy of Montenegro―A confidential chat―His Royal Highness's admiration for England―His views upon Macedonia―He urges me not to attempt to go to Albania. but I persuade him to help me―His Highness's kindness―Souvenirs.
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CHAPTER I
THE CITY IN THE SKY
Why I went to the Balkans— The road to Montenegro — Cettinje and its petroleum tins — About the blood-feud — England and Montenegro — Warned not to attempt to go to Albania — My guide a marked man — The story of Tef — A woman's fickleness, and its sequel.
I ENTERED the Balkans by the back door. The luxuries of the Orient Express had no attraction for me. I wanted to see the Balkans as they really are, those great, wild, mountainous countries, so full of race hatreds, of political bickerings, of fierce blood-feuds, of feverish propa- gandas those nations with their interesting monarchs and their many mysteries.
The "Orient" runs direct from Paris to the Balkan capitals, it is true, but if one goes to study a people the capital is not the only place in which to discover the truth. One must go into the country, move among the peasantry, hear their grievances and investigate their wrongs. Therefore I decided to enter the East by Montenegro, and also visit the wild and little-known regions of Northern Albania.
The comfortable voyage by the Austrian-Lloyd mail steamer Graf Wurmbrand from Trieste down the Adriatic, touching at Pola, the Austrian naval station, Lussinpiccolo, Zara- famed for its maraschino-Sebenico, Spalato, and Gravosa to Cattaro, has been already described by many writers. Suffice it to say that it is perhaps one of the most picturesque of pleasure-trips in the world, for every moment one has a fresh panorama of mountain and blue sea, of green, fertile islands with subtropical vegetation, and tiny white villages nestling at the sea's edge, as the steamer threads her way through the narrow and often difficult channels.
At times the wild scenery, especially in the Bocche di Cattaro, reminds the traveller of the Norwegian fiords, and at others the coast is an almost exact reproduction of the French Riviera.
The object of my journey was, however, not in order to write a mere description of men and places. There have been other travellers in the Balkans who have related their story, therefore my mission was to make careful inquiry into the present unsettled state of affairs, try and discover the grievances of both sides, and endeavour to obtain from the rulers and statesmen of the various nations their aspirations for the future. This I succeeded in doing, for the various monarchs of the Balkans graciously gave me audience; and from their Ministers, from the middle classes, and from the peasants, I was enabled at last to form some conclusion as to the real situation-political, economical, social, and financial.
The writer who attempts to place the various Balkan questions impartially and clearly before the public will at once find himself utterly confused, and wallowing wildly in a morass of misstatement and misrepresentation. The Balkans are torn by race hatreds, party strife, and the intrigues of the Powers. The Turk hates the Bulgar, the Serb hates the Austrian, the Roumanian hates the Greek, the Albanian hates the Montenegrin, the Bosnian hates the Turk, while the Macedonian hates everybody all round. What is told to one authoritatively one hour, is flatly contradicted the next; therefore it is not in the least surprising that in the European Press there have been so many misstatements about the various Balkan questions, the real truth being so very difficult to obtain.
I have, however, endeavoured to obtain it, and at risk of being injudicious, to place before the reader the facts as they are, without any political bias, or any seeking to gloss over the many glaring defects of administration of which I have myself been witness.
To describe the beauties of the Bocche di Cattaro, that series of winding channels where the high grey mountains rise sheer from the water, would be only to traverse old ground. Suffice it to say that I landed at Cattaro on a bright, sunny noon, and found upon the quay a tall, lean mountaineer who had been sent to meet me.
To the traveller fresh from the West the Montenegrin costume of both women and men is very attractive, but a few days in the Balkans soon accustoms the eye to a perfect phantasmagoria of colour and of costume. Pero was my driver's name, and I noticed that around his waist was a revolver belt, but minus the weapon. I inquired where it was, and with a grin he informed me that Cattaro, being in Dalmatia, the Austrians would not allow Montenegrins to bring arms into their country; so they were compelled to leave them on the other side of the frontier, ten kilometres distant.
My bags packed upon the three-horse travelling carriage and secured with many strings, and Pero equipped with a plentiful stock of cigarettes, he mounted upon the box, whipped up his long-tailed ponies, and we started on our eight-hour ascent of that great wall of mountain that hides Montenegro from the sea.
As we ascended through the little village of Skaljari we entered upon a magnificent road, said to be one of the greatest engineering feats of modern times, and steadily ascended, until at the striped black-and-yellow Austrian boundary post we crossed the frontier, and were in the "Land of the Black Mountain"-Montenegro. Across the road, at an acute angle, a row of paving-stones marks the frontier, and soon after- wards we found ourselves in the wildest and most desolate mountain region. At a lonely roadside hut Pero obtained his big, serviceable-looking revolver, and I, of course, wore mine in my belt; for in Montenegro or Albania arms make the man. A man unarmed is looked upon as an effeminate coward. Indeed, by order of Prince Nicholas every Monte- negrin must wear the national dress, both men and women, and every man must carry his revolver when out of doors.
Four hours from Cattaro we were in a lonely mountain fastness, a wild, desolate, treeless region of huge limestone rocks of peculiar volcanic formation, which gave them the appearance of a boiling sea. The views over the Adriatic as we turned back were so superb that, despite photographing being strictly forbidden on account of the fortresses in the vicinity, I could not resist the temptation to take one or two surreptitiously. On, through a bleak, uninhabited country, we at last reached the guard-house of Kerstac, and then half an hour later found ourselves upon a plateau where, in the centre, stood the small clean village of Nyegush, the ancestral home of the reigning family, and the scene of most of the Montenegrin wars of independence. Here we halted for half an hour at the post-house, and before we left, the big, lumbering post-diligence, with its armed guard, came up behind us.
Before we moved off again it had grown dark, the moon shone, and for four hours longer we alternately climbed and descended through that wild region of silence and desolation, until at last we saw, deep below, the lights of Cettinje, the little capital, and an hour later brought us to the unpre- tending "Grand" Hotel.
Hardly had I entered my room when there came a loud knock at my door, and a tall, scarlet-coated Montenegrin warrior, armed to the teeth, entered and saluted. For a moment I looked up at him aghast, but the mystery was solved when, next second, he handed me with great ceremony a telegram from a dear friend in England wishing me God- speed. I had taken him to be, at least, one of the Prince's bodyguard, and he was only a plain telegraph messenger!
This was but one of many surprises in store for me in Montenegro. Next morning I went out to look round the clean little capital, when, on passing the Prince's palace, I saw a number of soldiers drawn up, and as I went by, the band suddenly struck up the British National Anthem! I raised my hat, halted, and stood puzzled. Surely they were not honouring me! Another moment, however, and I recognised the reason. In a carriage, accompanied by the Grand Marechal of the Court, there drove up my friend Mr. Charles des Graz, the newly-appointed British Chargé d'Affaires to Montenegro, who was about to present his creden- tials to His Royal Highness the Prince.
Montenegro is perhaps the most interesting country in all the Balkans. Cettinje, a small, clean town of broad streets and one-storeyed, whitewashed houses, is a little city in the sky, lying as it does in a cup-shaped depression at the summit of a high, bare mountain. Its long, straight, main street reminds one very much of a small country town in England, if it were not that everyone is, by law, compelled to wear the national dress, and every man has in his belt his big, long- barrelled revolver, without which he must never go out of doors.
The men, sturdy mountaineers, are of fine physique- handsome fellows, all of them. Their dress consists of dark blue baggy trousers, white woollen gaiters, raw-hide shoes, a scarlet jacket heavily braided with gold, and a small round cap, with black silk around the edge and the crown of the same colour as the jacket, bearing the Prince's initials in Servian letters, "H.I." The women, who are particularly good-looking, wear dark skirts, beautifully hand-embroidered blouses, and a kind of long coat, with open sleeves of soft, dove-grey cloth. Forbidden to wear European hats, they are compelled to adopt an exactly similar cap to the men, except that the crown is embroidered instead of bearing the royal initials.
Nowhere have I seen such glorification of the male as in Montenegro. To the men, born fighters as they are, work is undignified; therefore the women toil while the opposite sex look on. I saw women employed in building operations and performing work which, in other countries, is left to day- labourers.
Cettinje is quaint in the extreme. The only houses of foreigners are the various Legations, and the only foreigners are diplomats with their wives and families. The first thing that strikes the stranger is the number of petroleum tins. Opposite the hotel I saw a great ring of empty tins, numbering some hundreds, ranged around a fountain. A few women were squatting gossiping, and an armed policeman lounged against the water-source. On inquiry, I found that there was a water famine, and the tins had been placed there at dawn to await the moment when the authorities thought fit to allow the people to get their daily supply. The women had gone away to work, and would return later. The Monte- negrins a short time ago constructed a reservoir, but there was a crack in it, so the water ran away. Hence the famine.
The petroleum tin is never out of sight for a single moment in Cettinje. At any hour, and in any street, you see women and children carrying them. They are used for everything, from milk-pails to flower-pots.
In Cettinje one comes for the first time up against the dark-faced, scowling Albanian in his tightly fitting trousers of white wool striped with black, his dirty white fez, and the swagger of superiority in his gait. He is well armed, and for a good reason. The Montenegrin hates the Albanian, because of the constant border feuds over at Podgoritza, where blood is constantly spilt, and where I have seen a Montenegrin in the market squatting over a basket of apples with a loaded rifle.
That morning I was chatting to a man in Montenegrin dress, of whom I had bought some excellent cigarettes, manufactured by the Montenegro Tobacco Monopoly-an Italian syndicate, by the way and happened to mention that I was on my way to Albania. "Ah, gospodin!" he exclaimed, holding up both his hands, and glancing at the revolver in my belt. "Take my advice.
Don't go into Albania or Macedonia. You are not safe there from one moment to the other. For half a word they'll shoot you dead as easily as they drink a glass of wine. No man's life is worth a moment's purchase there. I'm Albanian myself from Kroja-and I know."
This was scarcely reassuring. I looked about me on every hand as I strolled through Cettinje. All was so quiet, so orderly, so very peaceful there, even though the big, burly mountaineers in the gold-laced jackets eyed me with askance as I passed. Not without some trepidation I took a number of photographs, for I had heard that, like the Turk, the Monte- negrin was averse to having his counterfeit presentment put upon paper. Nevertheless, the first feeling of insecurity having passed, I very soon found myself quite at home in Cettinje, and in the midst of very good and kind friends.
A good many foreigners come up from Cattaro to pry about Cettinje for a day or two, buy picture-postcards and antique arms, sneer at the honest Montenegrin, and return into Dalmatia. Towards such, the Montenegrin is not par- ticularly polite. But those who go to Cettinje to seriously and thoroughly study the people and their future will find a great deal of genuine and charming hospitality.
My first day in Cettinje was lonely. Afterwards, until I left, I was always with friends and officials, who took the greatest trouble to answer my questions and explain matters.
Montenegro is entirely unlike any other country in the world. Its air of antiquity is particularly pleasing, while on every hand the beneficent rule of Prince Nicholas is apparent. Every man in Montenegro swears by his Prince, whom he almost worships. They call him their "father," and if His Royal Highness raised the standard of war to- morrow, every man would rise and fight to the death. The Prince is accessible to all his people-more so to them, indeed, than to the diplomats. Sometimes, early in the morning, he will sit in an arm-chair on the steps leading to the entrance of his palace, and there hear the complaints or petitions of his people. In this patriarchal way he often ministers justice. Last year he granted Montenegro a Constitution, and there is now a Skupshtina similar to that of Servia; but the people have not yet quite understood that in future they must go to the Ministers, and not to their Prince. They will see him, and nobody else.
In no country is loyalty and patriotism so strong as in Montenegro. The army is well trained, and the whole country being one huge natural fortress, a foreign enemy would experience enormous difficulty in gaining entrance. In Cettinje, even a constant traveller like myself meets with continual surprises. One day, while walking at the rear of the Bigliardo, or old palace-so called because when built the first billiard table was introduced-I heard the sound of clanking chains behind me. At first I took no notice, but as it continued with regular rhythm I glanced behind, when, to my amaze- ment, I saw a convict in leg-fetters with difficulty taking his afternoon stroll beneath the trees! There were several others on the grass plot before the prison, idling in the shadow or gossiping with their friends, who had come to keep them company!
Inquiriesshowed that most of these prisoners were murderers, not for robbery but for vendetta. In Montenegro the blood- feud is constant, and life is held very cheap. It invariably commences by jealousy, and is of everyday occurrence. Two lovers quarrel, and one is shot. Then the blood-feud commences, and unlike in Italy or other Southern countries, the vendetta is not only upon the murderer, but upon his next-of-kin. Therefore, if the assassin escapes into Servia, Bosnia, or Turkey, as he so often does, the brother of the dead man takes up the feud and kills the assassin's brother without parley when next he meets him. I myself saw a man shot dead one night in Ryeka, at the head of the Lake of Scutari, and the murderer walked coolly away undeterred. It was the blood-feud, and no one took much notice.
"S'bogom!" (God be with you!) It is the expression you hear on every hand in the Balkans. In the streets the peasants touch their round caps in salute and exclaim, "S'bogom!" When you leave for a journey and when you return, when you rise and when you go to rest; even if you go for a short walk-it is the same. Life is so uncertain in those wild regions that the protection of the Almighty is invoked upon you always, and your revolver is ever ready in your belt.
In Cettinje I had a faithful guide and servant, a black-eyed, somewhat sinister-looking Albanian, named Palok. He travelled with me through Montenegro and Albania, and was most faithful and devoted. Besides Albanian and Serb he spoke a little Italian, and possessed a keen sense of humour.
One day, while we were travelling through the wild, bare mountain, a perfect wilderness of huge boulders without a single tree or even blade of grass, we halted for our midday meal, and while eating he told me of a great friend of his who had recently been killed at Spuz for vendetta, and he added, fondling the butt of his revolver, "I too, gospodin, shall die before long."
I looked at him in surprise. His usually humorous face had changed. It was dark and thoughtful, and his black eyes were fixed upon me.
"Is there a blood-feud upon you, then?" I asked, in surprise.
"Yes," he replied briefly; and though I endeavoured to persuade him to tell the story, it was not until the following day that with some reluctance he explained.
"A year ago my brother Tef, away in Scutari, fell in love with a beautiful girl. He had a rival-a young Albanian, a coppersmith in the bazaar. They quarrelled, but the girl-ah! she was very beautiful-preferred Tef. Where- upon the rival one night took his rifle and laid in wait for my brother in the main street of Scutari. Early in the evening he left the house of the girl's father, and as he passed the fellow shot poor Tef dead."
And he paused as his brow knit deeply, and his teeth were set tightly.
"Well?" I asked.
"Well, gospodin. What would you have done had your own brother died a dog's death? I took a rifle, and within a week the murderer was in his grave. I shot him through the heart and then I left Scutari."
"And you are safe here, in Montenegro ?"
"Safe! Oh dear, no," he answered. "One day-it may be to-day-the fellow's brother will kill me. He must kill me. It is Fate-why worry about it? It does one no good."
And the marked man, the man doomed to die at a moment when he least expects it, rolled a cigarette and lit it with perfect resignment.
"And are you not afraid to go with me back to Scutari?" I asked, amazed at his fearlessness.
"Afraid, gospodin!" he exclaimed, looking at me in reproach as his hand instinctively wandered to his weapon. "Afraid! No Albanian is afraid of the blood-feud. I have killed the murderer, and his brother must kill me. It is our law." And the doomed man smiled gravely.
"And the girl?" I asked.
"Ah! They are all the same," he answered, with a quick shrug of the shoulders. "A month ago she married a tobacco- seller a man old enough to be her father. Poor Tef! If he could but know!"
"And the blood-feud still continues?"
"Of course-until I am dead."
Then Palok smoked on in silence, entirely resigned to the fate that awaits him. He knows that one day, as he walks along the road, the sharp crack of a hidden rifle will sound, and he will fall to earth, another victim of a woman's fickleness.
S'bogom! God be with you!
CHAPTER II
AN AUDIENCE OF PRINCE NICHOLAS
The Palace at Cettinje-A cigarette with the Prince-The policy of Monte- negro-A confidential chat-His Royal Highness's admiration for England-His views upon Macedonia-He urges me not to attempt to go to Albania, but I persuade him to help me-His Highness's kindness -Souvenirs.
HIS Royal Highness the Prince will be pleased to grant you private audience at four o'clock this after- noon, gospodin."
The tall, burly aide-de-camp in the little round cap, high boots, pale blue overcoat, and pistols in his belt, saluted, and we shook hands.
It was then three o'clock, and I was just about to go out to visit Madame Constantinovitch, the mother of Princess Mirko. So I had to return at once to my room and dress for the audience. The kings and princes of the Balkans have a habit of summoning one at a moment's notice, and paying visits at unearthly hours.
Here, in Cettinje, in the heart of these wild, desolate fast- nesses, one seems so far removed from European influence, yet how great a part has this rocky, impregnable country, with its fierce soldier-inhabitants, played in the politics of Eastern Europe, and how great a part it is still destined to play in the near future!
The fact that everybody is armed gives the stranger an uncanny feeling. The man who brings one's coffee wears a perfect arsenal of weapons in his sash, and one quickly acquires the habit of carrying a revolver one's self. Indeed, if you are wise, you will carry a good serviceable weapon from the moment you enter the Balkans to the moment you quit them. But if you approach the Albanian frontier, you will be at once warned not to fire without just cause. A few shots is sufficient to alarm the whole neighbourhood for many miles, and on hearing the alarm every man seizes his rifle and flies to the rendezvous, fully equipped and eager for the fight with those Albanian border tribes, of whom I afterwards had the good fortune to be the guest.
I had already had a long chat with Prince Danilo, the Crown Prince of Montenegro, whom I found a very smart and highly educated man, fully alive to the political difficulties of the neighbouring states and the necessity of Montenegro preserving her independence. He held very strong views upon the terrible state of affairs in Macedonia, and gave me many interesting details about his own country.
Having met him, and also his younger brother, Prince Mirko, I was particularly anxious to make the acquaintance of their father, Prince Nicholas, the ruler of the sturdy, warlike dwellers of the "Land of the Black Mountain "-the principal and most striking figure in this remarkable country, where peace and war walk ever hand-in-hand.
Since 1860, when his uncle, Prince Danilo, was assassinated, he has ruled justly, if somewhat sternly, and has succeeded in raising his nation from a state of semi-civilisation to the high place it now occupies in the Eastern world. In 1888 he gave the country a Civil and Criminal Code, and last year he granted a Constitution. Indeed, he has done all in his power to induce his warriors to follow the arts of peace without forgetting those of war.
At the hour appointed, the royal aide-de-camp called in a carriage and drove me to the Palace, a long, dark brown building of somewhat plain exterior, as befits the home of a fighting race, where I was received in the great hall by half a dozen bowing servants in scarlet and gold. Here I was met by the chamberlain, who conducted me up the grand staircase and into the great audience-chamber, with its many fine paintings and highly polished floor. Then, after a moment, the Prince-a brilliant figure-entered, shook me by the hand, and welcomed me to Montenegro.
These formalities ended, His Royal Highness said in Italian, "Come, let us go into yonder room. We shall be able to talk there more comfortably." And he led me into a smaller chamber, where he gave me a seat at the table where he sat.
The afternoon was gloomy, and dusk was creeping on, therefore upon the table a great antique silver candelabra had been set, and by its light I was enabled to obtain a good view of the ruler of Crnagora, the "Land of the Black Mountain."
Of magnificent physique, tall, muscular, with hair slightly grey, he bore his sixty-five years lightly. Attired in the splendid national costume of scarlet, blue, and gold, with high boots, he wore a single decoration at his throat, the Cross of Danilo, of which Order he is Master. Upon his hand- some, well-cut features the candles shed a soft light, causing the gold upon his dress to glitter, and I noticed, as I asked him questions, how his dark, keen eyes shot quick, inquiring glances of alertness.
After the first few minutes of regal formality His Highness's manner entirely changed. Putting ceremony aside, he pro- duced his cigarette case of crocodile skin, with the royal crown and cipher in gold in the corner-offered me a Montenegrin cigarette, took one himself, lit mine with his own hand, and then we fell to chatting.
In the delightful hour and a half we smoked together I asked the prince-poet many questions, and learnt many things. He explained several difficult points in Balkan politics, which to me, an Englishman, had always been puzzling. We spoke in Italian of Macedonia and of a certain well-known foreign diplomat in London who was our mutual friend, the Prince giving me a very kind message to deliver to him.
Presently I referred to the splendid result of his rule, and related to him a little incident which had occurred to me in Nyegush a few days before, as showing how deeply he was beloved by his nation. A smile crossed his fine open countenance as he replied simply, "I have done my best for my people-my very best; and I shall do so as long as God gives me life. I am happy to believe that my people appreciate my efforts."
"And now, Monseigneur," I asked, "will you tell me what is the present position of Montenegro?"
"The present position is peace," was his prompt answer. "I have granted a Constitution, and the first meeting of the new Skupshtina has been held successfully. Though the Albanian question is always with us, I am thankful to say we are on the most excellent terms with Turkey, while towards Russia we are pursuing our traditional policy. For the Emperor Francis Josef of Austria I have nothing but the most profound admiration, and I owe very much to him."
"And towards England, Monseigneur ?"
"England has been, as you know, Montenegro's very best friend," replied the Prince. "I, personally, have the greatest respect and admiration for your great country. We Montenegrins always remember that it was Mr. Gladstone who gave us the strip of seaboard on the Adriatic with Dulcigno. He was our greatest friend, and his memory is respected by admirer by every man in Montenegro. Of Tennyson, too, I am a great I am very fond of his poems."
"You are a poet yourself, Monseigneur," I remarked, remembering that more than one poetical drama from his pen had been successfully produced on the stage.
His Royal Highness smiled, and puffed slowly at his cigarette.
"I have written one or two little things, it is true; but nothing of late."
"I wonder if I dare ask your Royal Highness to write a few lines for me as a souvenir of my visit?" I asked, not without some trepidation.
"Ah!-well-I won't promise," he laughed. "All depends whether I'm in the mood for it."
"But you will try, won't you?
And the Prince nodded assent.
Then we spoke of Servia and of recent events there; but he was not inclined to discuss the question, and naturally so, when it is remembered that his daughter was the late wife of King Peter.
Returning to the burning question of Macedonia, I saw that he was well informed of all that was transpiring around lakes Presba and Ochrida and down in Serres.
"It is a monstrous state of affairs," he declared. "Something must be done at once, for as soon as spring comes again the massacres will increase."
"But there are outrages, tortures, and massacres every day," I remarked.
"Ah yes," he sighed, "I know. Most terrible details have reached me lately. But you are going to Macedonia yourself, and you will see with your own eyes."
"And what, in your opinion, would be the best settlement of the question?" I inquired.
"There is but one way, namely, for the Powers to call a conference and place Macedonia under a governor - general, who must be a European prince. The reforms would then be carried out, and the Greek bands expelled from the country. How long will Europe tolerate the present frightful state of affairs?"
"The fact is, Monseigneur, that we, in England, are very ignorant of the true state of things, or even of the facts of the Macedonian question," I said.
"Ah, there you are quite correct. If your English public knew what was really happening-how an innocent Christian population is being slaughtered and exterminated because of international rivalry-they would cry shame upon those responsible for this wholesale murder and outrage. But" -he smiled-" I almost forget myself. My position as a ruler forbids me to talk politics, you know!" And we laughed together.
"So you are going to Servia, Bulgaria, Roumania, and to Constantinople-eh?" he remarked a little later, when we had lit fresh cigarettes. "In Bulgaria, and also in Roumania, you will see many things that will interest you. The Bul- garians are very strongly armed, and so are the Roumanians."
"Her Majesty the Queen of Roumania has also promised me audience," I said.
"When you see her, will you please present to Her Majesty my most cordial respects. She is so very charming."
"I want, Monseigneur, to visit Northern Albania, leaving Montenegro by Ryeka and Scutari. Would that be the best route, do you think?"
"What!" he exclaimed, in surprise. "Do you actually contemplate visiting the tribes up in the Accursed Mountains?"
"Certainly. Why not?"
"Well, my advice is, don't think of going there. If you do, you will never return. You'll be shot at sight, like a dog. You have no idea what those uncivilised tribes are like. The whole country is utterly lawless."
"So I understand. But I've also heard that the Albanian possesses a deep sense of honour. And I thought that I might possibly obtain permission from one or other of the chiefs."
The Prince was silent for a moment. Then, looking at me across the table, said-
"Do not go. It is far too great a risk."
His advice was the same that my, friends in London had given me; the same that I had received there, in the market-place of Cettinje.
But I was determined, and pressed His Royal Highness to assist me, at last receiving his promise of help. By his kind permission, the Albanian named Palok acted as my guide, and what eventually happened to me in that wild region will be seen in the following pages.
"Well," exclaimed the Prince at last, "if you go up there, it must be at your own risk. I've warned you of the danger. No one has been up there for many years. It has been at- tempted, of course, but travellers have either been held to ransom, and the Turks have been compelled to pay for their release, or else they have simply been shot by the first Albanian meeting them. The country beyond Scutari is the most unsafe in the whole Balkan Peninsula."
I replied that I intended to make the attempt.
"Well, then, I wish you buon viaggio," he laughed. "May every good luck attend you, and as we say in Montenegro - S'bogom! (God be with you!) When you return for I suppose you will pass this way down to the sea-come and see me, and tell me all about the Skreli and Kastrati country -for of course I am highly interested. They are always at war with our people on the frontier."
"I will let your Royal Highness know the moment I am back in Cettinje," I promised.
Then rising, he gripped my hand warmly, saying-
"Then I will help you if I can. Be careful of yourself, for I shall be anxious about you. Again, S'bogom!"
And the Prince accompanied me to the head of the grand staircase, where I made my obeisance, turned and descended through the rows of armed and bowing servants ranged in the hall, charmed by His Royal Highness's graciousness towards me and by the pleasant chat I had enjoyed.
When, after my journey through Northern Albania, I one afternoon re-entered that audience-chamber, and he came forward with outstretched hand to greet me, he exclaimed-
"Well, well! I am so glad to see you back safe and sound. You look a little thinner in the face a little travel-worn- eh? Life in the Albanian mountains is not like your life in London or Paris, is it? But never mind as long as you are safe," he laughed, placing his hand kindly upon my shoulder.
"Come along to this room. It is more cosy," and he led me to the smaller apartment, his own private cabinet.
For nearly two hours I sat relating to him what occurred on my journey, and describing the wild country which had, until then, been practically a sealed book. Even though Cettinje is so near, hardly anything was known of the Skreli, the Hoti, the Klementi, or the Kastrati tribes, save that they were brigandish bands who constantly raided the Montenegrin frontier.
The Prince listened to me with great attention, and put many questions to me as we smoked together.
Then rising, he took from a drawer in his great writing- table a small scarlet box, and as he opened it he bestowed upon me a compliment undeserved, for he said -
"There are few men who would have risked what you have done. Therefore I wish to invest you with our Order of Danilo, as a mark of my appreciation and esteem."
And he displayed to me the beautiful dark blue and white enamelled cross of the Order, the same that he was wearing at his throat, surmounted by the royal crown and suspended upon the white ribbon edged with cerise.
After he had invested me with the Order, saying many kind things to me, which I really don't think I deserved, he added-
"The chef du chancellerie will send you the diploma in due course, and I trust, when you petition your own gracious Sovereign King Edward, that His Majesty will allow you to wear this insignia."
I thanked His Royal Highness, gripped his hand, and a few minutes later passed through the line of bowing servants out of the Palace.
And that same evening I received from His Royal Highness the signed photograph which appears in these pages.
Before I left Cettinje I received the following expressive lines, written especially for me by a Montenegrin poet who is a great personage, but whose name he would not permit me to give. They are in Servian as follows, and I have placed their English translation below :-
S' veledušnog Albiona
Pružiše se dvije ruke
Crnoj Gori da pomogu
U junačke njene muke
S' vrućom rječu na ustima
Gladston diže Crnogorce
A Tenison za najprve
U svijet ih broi borce
Na glas svoih Velikana
Britanski se narod trže
Da pomože da zaštiti
Crnu Goru iz najbrže
Posla svoje bojne ladje
Sto na tečnost gospostvuju
Veledušno da zaštite
Domovinu milu Moju
O fala ti po sto puta
Blagorodni lyudi Soju
Dok je svjeta dok je greda
Nad Ulcinjem koje stoju
Hraniće ti blagodarnost
Ova šaka sokolova
Koima si u pomoci
Stiga putem od valova.
The literal translation in English is as follows:-
From the great-souled Albion,
Two arms were stretched
To help Montenegro
In her heroic sufferings.
With fiery word on his lips
Gladstone lifts up Montenegrins,
Whilst Tennyson declared them
The very first fighters in the world.
On the call of their great men,
British people rose up
In quickest manner, to help
And to protect Montenegro.
They despatched their war-ships,
Which rule over the seas,
Generously to protect
My Fatherland so dear to me.
Oh! thanks to thee, hundredfold thanks,
Noble race of men.
As long as the world lasts,
As long as the mountains above Dulcigno stand,
Will remain grateful to thee,
This handful of falcons,
To whose help thou didst come
By the road of the waves.
- An Observer in the Near East - William Le Queux. Publisher, E. Nash, 1907.
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MAY 08, 2024 PAAS.TO PAN AMERICAN SILVER REPORTS FIRST QUARTER 2024 RESULTS
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All amounts expressed in U.S. dollars unless otherwise indicated. Unaudited tabular amounts are in millions of U.S. dollars and thousands of shares, options, and warrants, except per share amounts, unless otherwise noted.
Pan American Silver Corp. (NYSE: PAAS) (TSX: PAAS) ("Pan American" or the "Company") reports unaudited results for the quarter ended March 31, 2024 ("Q1 2024").
"Cash flow from operations before working capital changes of $133.2 million in the first quarter reflects strong performance on production and costs, with silver and gold production in line with our expectations, and costs for both metals lower than expected," said Michael Steinmann, President and Chief Executive Officer. "We progressed our major projects, notably the new ventilation infrastructure at La Colorada and the plant upgrades at Jacobina, while returning $58.0 million of capital to shareholders through $36.5 million in total cash dividends paid and $21.5 million in shares repurchased."
Added Mr. Steinmann: "The sale of our La Arena asset in Peru, announced on May 1, 2024, will further improve our financial position with an upfront cash payment of $245 million on closing, and is aligned with our strategy of continued portfolio optimization."
The following highlights for Q1 2024 include certain measures that are not generally accepted accounting principles ("non-GAAP") financial measures. Please refer to the section titled “Alternative Performance (Non-GAAP) Measures” at the end of this news release for further information on these measures.
Consolidated Q1 2024 Highlights:
  • Silver production of 5.01 million ounces and gold production of 222.9 thousand ounces were in line with management's expectations for Q1 2024.
  • Revenue of $601.4 million.
  • Net loss of $30.8 million ($0.08 basic loss per share), including: an inflation adjustment in Argentina that increased income tax expense by $15.2 million; a $14.4 million net realizable value ("NRV") inventory expense; and a $10.8 million non-cash investment loss, largely due to the decrease of the New Pacific Metals Corp. share price.
  • Adjusted earnings of $4.7 million, or $0.01 adjusted earnings per share.
  • Cash flow from operations of $133.2 million before working capital changes, including $41.1 million in cash taxes paid.
  • Silver Segment Cash Costs and All-in Sustaining Costs ("AISC"), excluding NRV inventory adjustments, per silver ounce of $12.67 and $16.63, respectively, were lower than management's expectations for Q1 2024.
  • Gold Segment Cash Costs and AISC, excluding NRV inventory adjustments, per gold ounce of $1,207 and $1,499, respectively, were lower than management's expectations for Q1 2024.
  • The Company reaffirms its 2024 Guidance, as provided in the Company's Q4 2023 Management's Discussion and Analysis ("MD&A") dated February 21, 2024.
  • As at March 31, 2024, the Company had working capital of $693.5 million, inclusive of cash and investments of $331.4 million, and $750.0 million available under its revolving Sustainability-Linked Credit Facility ("SL-Credit Facility"). Total debt of $806.6 million is related to two senior notes, lease obligations, and construction and other loans.
  • Following approval of the Company's Normal Course Issuer Bid on March 4, 2024, Pan American repurchased, for cancellation, approximately 1.7 million shares at an average price of $14.16 per share for total consideration of $24.3 million (of which $2.8 million was payable as at March 31, 2024).
  • A cash dividend of $0.10 per common share with respect to Q1 2024 was declared on May 8, 2024, payable on or about June 3, 2024, to holders of record of Pan American’s common shares as of the close of markets on May 21, 2024. In March 2024, the Company paid cash dividends totaling $36.5 million. The dividends are eligible dividends for Canadian income tax purposes.
Q1 2024 Project Updates:
  • At La Colorada, Pan American invested $9.6 million on project capital in Q1 2024. The new ventilation infrastructure is on schedule for completion in mid-2024, which is expected to significantly improve ventilation conditions in the mine in the second half of 2024. Improved ventilation will allow development rates to accelerate, increasing the number of production areas and leading to higher throughput thereafter. As well, the Company invested in continued exploration drilling at the La Colorada Skarn project, releasing additional high-grade drill results on April 7, 2024.
  • At the Huaron mine, Pan American invested $14.2 million on project capital for the construction of the new dry-stack tailings storage facility, which is on schedule to be completed in the second half of 2024.
  • At the Jacobina mine, Pan American invested $4.3 million on project capital related to plant facility infrastructure upgrades. The Company is undertaking a study to optimize the economics of this long-life mine and evaluate opportunities to increase production rates.
  • At the Timmins mine, Pan American invested $2.8 million on project capital related to the construction of the paste plant project and its associated infrastructure, which is expected to provide an engineered backfill that will enhance orebody extraction and mine stability. The project is on schedule and is expected to be commissioned in Q3 2024.
  • At the Escobal mine in Guatemala, the ILO 169 consultation process has experienced delays since the new government in Guatemala took office in January 2024. During meetings held in Q1 2024 between Pan American, the Ministry of Energy and Mines ("MEM") and other institutions, the government confirmed its commitment to completing the Escobal ILO 169 consultation process but has not provided an update to the timeline. On April 29, 2024, the MEM released the Vice Minister of Sustainable Development who was responsible for overseeing and coordinating the Escobal ILO 169 consultation process. Since the announcement, the MEM has not yet designated a replacement for this post.
Pan American agrees to sell La Arena
On May 1, 2024, the Company announced that it has agreed to sell the La Arena gold mine as well as the La Arena II project in Peru, to Jinteng (Singapore) Mining Pte. Ltd., a subsidiary of Zijin Mining Group Co., Ltd. (collectively, "Zijin"). Under the terms of the agreement, at closing Zijin will pay $245 million in cash and will grant Pan American a life-of-mine gold net smelter return royalty of 1.5% for the La Arena II project. Additionally, upon commencement of commercial production from the La Arena II project, the agreement provides for an additional payment from Zijin of $50 million in cash. The closing of the transaction is subject to customary conditions and receipt of regulatory approvals. The Company expects the transaction to be completed in the third quarter of 2024.
Following the completion of the La Arena transaction, Pan American plans to update the 2024 Operating Outlook disclosed in its MD&A dated February 21, 2024. At La Arena, the 2024 Operating Outlook assumed 83 to 95 thousand ounces of gold production at Cash Costs of $1,400 to $1,470 per ounce and AISC of $1,675 to $1,775 per ounce. Sustaining capital expenditures were estimated to total $18 million to $19 million in 2024.
CONSOLIDATED RESULTS
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OPERATING PERFORMANCE
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Cash Costs, AISC, adjusted earnings, basic adjusted earnings per share, sustaining and non-sustaining capital, working capital, total debt and net cash are non-GAAP financial measures. Please refer to the "Alternative Performance (non-GAAP) Measures" section of this news release for further information on these measures.
This news release should be read in conjunction with Pan American's unaudited Condensed Interim Consolidated Financial Statements and our MD&A for the three months ended March 31, 2024. This material is available on Pan American’s website at https:// panamericansilver.com/invest/financial-reports-and-filings/, on SEDAR+ at www.sedarplus.ca and on EDGAR at www.sec.gov
CONFERENCE CALL AND WEBCAST
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The live webcast, presentation slides and the report for Q1 2024 will be available at https://www.panamericansilver.com/invest/events-and-presentations/
About Pan American
Pan American Silver is a leading producer of silver and gold in the Americas, operating mines in Canada, Mexico, Peru, Brazil, Bolivia, Chile and Argentina. We also own the Escobal mine in Guatemala that is currently not operating, and we hold interests in exploration and development projects. We have been operating in the Americas for three decades, earning an industry-leading reputation for sustainability performance, operational excellence and prudent financial management. We are headquartered in Vancouver, B.C. and our shares trade on the New York Stock Exchange and the Toronto Stock Exchange under the symbol "PAAS".
Learn more at panamericansilver.com
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Alternative Performance (Non-GAAP) Measures
In this news release, we refer to measures that are non-GAAP financial measures. These measures are widely used in the mining industry as a benchmark for performance, but do not have a standardized meaning as prescribed by IFRS as an indicator of performance, and may differ from methods used by other companies with similar descriptions. These non-GAAP financial measures include:
  • Cash Costs. Pan American's method of calculating cash costs may differ from the methods used by other entities and, accordingly, Pan American's Cash Costs may not be comparable to similarly titled measures used by other entities. Investors are cautioned that Cash Costs should not be construed as an alternative to production costs, depreciation and amortization, and royalties determined in accordance with IFRS as an indicator of performance.
  • Adjusted earnings and basic adjusted earnings per share. Pan American believes that these measures better reflect normalized earnings as they eliminate items that in management's judgment are subject to volatility as a result of factors, which are unrelated to operations in the period, and/or relate to items that will settle in future periods.
  • All-in Sustaining Costs per silver or gold ounce sold, net of by-product credits ("AISC"). Pan American has adopted AISC as a measure of its consolidated operating performance and its ability to generate cash from all operations collectively, and Pan American believes it is a more comprehensive measure of the cost of operating our consolidated business than traditional cash costs per payable ounce, as it includes the cost of replacing ounces through exploration, the cost of ongoing capital investments (sustaining capital), general and administrative expenses, as well as other items that affect Pan American's consolidated earnings and cash flow.
  • Total debt is calculated as the total current and non-current portions of: debt, including senior notes and amounts drawn on the SL-Credit Facility, and lease obligations. Total debt does not have any standardized meaning prescribed by GAAP and is therefore unlikely to be comparable to similar measures presented by other companies. Pan American and certain investors use this information to evaluate the financial debt leverage of Pan American.
  • Working capital is calculated as current assets less current liabilities. Working capital does not have any standardized meaning prescribed by GAAP and is therefore unlikely to be comparable to similar measures presented by other companies. Pan American and certain investors use this information to evaluate whether Pan American is able to meet its current obligations using its current assets.
  • Total available liquidity is calculated as the sum of cash and cash equivalents, Short-term Investments, and the amount available on the SL-Credit Facility. Total available liquidity does not have any standardized meaning prescribed by GAAP and is therefore unlikely to be comparable to similar measures presented by other companies. Pan American and certain investors use this information to evaluate the liquid assets available to Pan American.
Readers should refer to the "Alternative Performance (non-GAAP) Measures" section of Pan American’s Q1 2024 MD&A for a more detailed discussion of these and other non-GAAP measures and their calculation.
Cautionary Note Regarding Forward-Looking Statements and Information
Certain of the statements and information in this news release constitute "forward-looking statements" within the meaning of the United States Private Securities Litigation Reform Act of 1995 and "forward-looking information" within the meaning of applicable Canadian provincial securities laws. All statements, other than statements of historical fact, are forward-looking statements or information. Forward-looking statements or information in this news release relate to, among other things: future financial or operational performance, including our estimated production of silver, gold and other metals forecasted for 2024, our estimated Cash Costs and AISC, and our sustaining and project capital expenditures in 2024; expectations with respect to mineral grades and the impact of any variations relative to actual grades experienced; the anticipated dividend payment date of May 31, 2024; the receipt of regulatory approvals and successful completion of the proposed sale of La Arena, as well as the anticipated timing for the completion thereof; the anticipated commencement of production from the La Arena II project and the receipt of the contingent payment associated therewith; the ability of Pan American to successfully complete any capital projects including at La Colorada, Huaron and Timmins, and any anticipated economic or operational benefits to be derived from those projects; the completion of the optimization study at the Jacobina mine, and any potential benefits expected to be derived therefrom; future anticipated prices for gold, silver and other metals and assumed foreign exchange rates; and Pan American’s plans and expectations for its properties and operations.
These forward-looking statements and information reflect Pan American’s current views with respect to future events and are necessarily based upon a number of assumptions that, while considered reasonable by Pan American, are inherently subject to significant operational, business, economic and regulatory uncertainties and contingencies. These assumptions include: the impact of inflation and disruptions to the global, regional and local supply chains; tonnage of ore to be mined and processed; future anticipated prices for gold, silver and other metals and assumed foreign exchange rates; the timing and impact of planned capital expenditure projects, including anticipated sustaining, project, and exploration expenditures; the ability to satisfy the closing conditions and receive regulatory approval to complete the sale of La Arena; the ongoing impact and timing of the court-mandated ILO 169 consultation process in Guatemala; ore grades and recoveries; capital, decommissioning and reclamation estimates; our mineral reserve and mineral resource estimates and the assumptions upon which they are based; prices for energy inputs, labour, materials, supplies and services (including transportation); no labour-related disruptions at any of our operations; no unplanned delays or interruptions in scheduled production; all necessary permits, licenses and regulatory approvals for our operations are received in a timely manner; our ability to secure and maintain title and ownership to mineral properties and the surface rights necessary for our operations; whether Pan American is able to maintain a strong financial condition and have sufficient capital, or have access to capital through our corporate sustainability-linked credit facility or otherwise, to sustain our business and operations; and our ability to comply with environmental, health and safety laws. The foregoing list of assumptions is not exhaustive.
Pan American cautions the reader that forward-looking statements and information involve known and unknown risks, uncertainties and other factors that may cause actual results and developments to differ materially from those expressed or implied by such forward-looking statements or information contained in this news release and Pan American has made assumptions and estimates based on or related to many of these factors. Such factors include, without limitation: the duration and effect of local and world-wide inflationary pressures and the potential for economic recessions; fluctuations in silver, gold and base metal prices; fluctuations in prices for energy inputs, labour, materials, supplies and services (including transportation); fluctuations in currency markets (such as the PEN, MXN, ARS, BOB, GTQ, CAD, CLP and BRL versus the USD); operational risks and hazards inherent with the business of mining (including environmental accidents and hazards, industrial accidents, equipment breakdown, unusual or unexpected geological or structural formations, cave-ins, flooding and severe weather); risks relating to the credit worthiness or financial condition of suppliers, refiners and other parties with whom Pan American does business; inadequate insurance, or inability to obtain insurance, to cover these risks and hazards; employee relations; relationships with, and claims by, local communities and indigenous populations; our ability to obtain all necessary permits, licenses and regulatory approvals in a timely manner; changes in laws, regulations and government practices in the jurisdictions where we operate, including environmental, export and import laws and regulations; changes in national and local government, legislation, taxation, controls or regulations and political, legal or economic developments in Canada, the United States, Mexico, Peru, Argentina, Bolivia, Guatemala, Chile, Brazil or other countries where Pan American may carry on business, including legal restrictions relating to mining, risks relating to expropriation and risks relating to the constitutional court-mandated ILO 169 consultation process in Guatemala; diminishing quantities or grades of mineral reserves as properties are mined; increased competition in the mining industry for equipment and qualified personnel; and those factors identified under the caption "Risks Related to Pan American's Business" in Pan American's most recent form 40-F and Annual Information Form filed with the United States Securities and Exchange Commission and Canadian provincial securities regulatory authorities, respectively.
Although Pan American has attempted to identify important factors that could cause actual results to differ materially, there may be other factors that cause results not to be as anticipated, estimated, described or intended. Investors are cautioned against undue reliance on forward-looking statements or information. Forward-looking statements and information are designed to help readers understand management's current views of our near- and longer-term prospects and may not be appropriate for other purposes. Pan American does not intend, nor does it assume any obligation to update or revise forward-looking statements or information, whether as a result of new information, changes in assumptions, future events or otherwise, except to the extent required by applicable law.

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2024.05.08 17:06 Dr_Faraz_Harsini Should we support cultivated (lab-grown) meat?

Hi EA friends,
In light of the recent ban on cultivated meat (CM) in Florida, I think we should discuss this topic!
Below is my testimony at the FL Senate against the ban of CM. https://youtu.be/ebkVjedOzGg?si=I8t7EpOKMzOQwmw5
My testimony might have helped to allow CM research for space research at least... . This article came out today that cites my testimony.
I know that most EAs support alt protein. But sometimes I hear concerns about cultivated meat, for instance, regarding harming animals during sample collection or using animal products such as serum during cell culture.
So as a cultivated meat scientist, I'm writing this to share some thoughts and hopefully give you some talking points, even if you already support cultivated meat.
In addition, I know that many of you guys are computer and AI nerds! In the last paragraph, I will discuss a few ways YOU can contribute to food system transformation and why it would be one of the most impactful things you can do :)
First things first, I'm a biomedical scientist (who studied top causes of death and pandemics) turned food system scientist. I have my own 501(c)(3) nonprofit, Allied Scholars for Animal Protection (ASAP). We are funded by philanthropy, EA, and people like yourself, and we focus on training the next generation of leaders to drive major systemic changes in food transformation! My goal is to create more influential people like Bruce Friedrich, Mayor Eric Adams,
I'm also the Cultivated Meat Senior Scientist at the Good Food Institute. Here, we promote alternative proteins, including plant-based proteins and CM. We don't sell any products; supported by philanthropy, we help transition the food system toward a sustainable and ethical model. I'm also an advisementor at Effective Thesis.
The reason I say working on the food system and promoting veganism is one of the most urgent and impactful causes is because it's one of the largest sources of suffering, and yet one of the most neglected ones! Many scientists talk about climate, pandemics, chronic diseases, antibiotic resistance, etc. but no one wants to address the elephant in the room: the food! It's always neglected, and IMHO it also doesn't get the attention in deserves in EA (tho I see improvements!). EA itself identifies climate and pandemics and major threats, which are directly linked to animal consumption.
Personally, I have no desire to try CM. Like many other vegans, I've lost the taste for flesh. But CM isn't really for vegans.
I know some people dislike the idea. However, as a scientist, I want to share my thoughts so people can make a well-informed judgment.
I fully acknowledge that CM may not be a perfect solution. The idea that the cells originate from animals also bothers me.
However, it's important to know that the cells can be collected from a feather, an egg, a blood sample, a small biopsy, or from the meat of an animal who was unfortunately killed for meat. Another concern is the use of serum in cell culture. If you're unaware, the process of obtaining Fetal Bovine Serum (FBS) is extremely cruel.
But that's an additional reason to support CM.
Because of CM, most companies are developing animal-free alternatives. Indeed, it wouldn't be possible to scale up CM using animal-based serum. Once the animal-free serum is commercially available, it could hopefully replace the massive amounts of serum used in biomedical research and biopharma.
Another misconception I'd like to address is that once a company establishes a cell line and produces a product, they would never revert to using animals again. Indeed, the original cells are propagated in incubators and frozen. Each time a company starts a new batch, a tiny vial is taken from the cell bank (giant freezers powered by liquid nitrogen), and the cultivation process begins anew.
So, you'd never need to go back to the original animal. This would not be feasible due to regulatory limitations, even if a company wanted to, unless they were willing to go through years of painful and expensive regulatory approval. The reason I think we should give CM a chance and support it is that when it reaches price parity, it can replace a lot of meat from slaughtered animals, sparing the lives of many.
Cultivated chicken and fish have the potential to save trillions of animals!
I think that places like KFC, Chick-fil-A, McDonald's, etc. don't really care about animal cruelty or consumers. They just want to make a profit. If they can make profit without killing and torturing billions of animals, I think that's a step in the right direction!
I also believe that tasty and healthful plant-based options are already available. We should continue to promote them.
CM will help many people who won't go vegan to at least not pay for animal slaughter and abuse constantly. CM can also be used to produce meat for pets. A large number of animals are killed just for pet food.
In my humble opinion, CM is not the ideal and perfect solution, but it's one of the best options we have. The food system that relies on animal products is inherently unsustainable and needs to change. Nobody knows what the solution will be. Will it be plant-based foods? CM? Or a combination?
Currently, CM is being sold in very few restaurants worldwide, and this has already alarmed the meat and dairy industries.
I mention dairy because a lot of meat comes from the dairy industry, as dry mother cows and their male calves are killed on dairy farms.
The fact that the animal industry is so afraid of CM suggests that CM has a real chance to revolutionize the food system.
I don't have all the answers, but I do know one thing: Our food system is broken. It causes immense suffering to both human and non-human animals, from unimaginable cruelty in meat, egg, and dairy farms, to pandemics, antibiotic resistance, pollution, toxic chemicals, habitat loss, deforestation, climate change, and much more.
I know that to change this broken system, and the most normalized form of cruelty, we need to work together and use anything in our power to speak up and promote the change we want to see.
When I was in FL, senators' offices were packed by cowboys and folks from FL Cattleman Association. They were heavily lobbying against anything that would impact their business, and their businesses are fundamentally based on exploiting and killing animals for meat, egg, and dairy.
This is why at my nonprofit, ASAP, I focus on training the next generation of influential, kind, compassionate, determined, and hardworking vegan leaders. I help students to use their background, whether it's philosophy, CS, STEM, law, medicine, etc., to tackle the food system and understand its urgency!
Lastly, if you are a computer nerd, aside from donations, you can directly work on simulation, modeling, and automation of alt protein production processes. See Cultivated Meat Modeling Consortium. Modeling bioprocesses and bioreactors is one of the most important aspects of scaling cultivated meat production. Also see this article by Max Taylor about using AI in Alt Protein development.
Thanks for reading my big essay and let me know what you think. If I can be of any help, especially regarding effective careers, please send me an email through our website or social media. I'm always happy to help. (And thank you to many of you who already support ASAP/GFI).
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2024.05.08 00:51 Unlucky-Yoghurt-143 Very important article from an Italian advocate regarding Milan’s financial situations…

… and the lack of investments in the team. The article has been translated by myself since it’s in Italian and non Italian readers would not understand it otherwise. I think it highlights very clearly the speculative way this club is being run (at the expense of sporting results and not only in Europe, not only in Italy, but even in the city of Milan itself, which now sees a clear domination from Inter, the likes of which our club has NEVER seen before in our entire history).
The translation is as follows (edit: this https://feliceraimondo.substack.com/p/previsione-bilancio-milan-202324 is the link)
“This year without the Champions semifinal, revenues will plummet -- guaranteed!"
A phrase we have often heard uttered by the fan in the bar downstairs or by fans on social media. In today's in-depth analysis we will highlight and explain why this risk has been averted and how Milan will manage to close the current financial year by arriving at about 450 million in revenues and closing in substantial balance even net of capital gains (a result that many other Italian clubs still struggle to achieve, having to resort to Player Trading to increase revenues and reduce the economic imbalance).
A virtuous management, to the point of being all too virtuous if we consider that the Rossoneri club as of June 30, 2023 spends only 31% of revenues on player and coach salaries (34% net of capital gains).
Things do not change if we look at the depreciation of players alone as of June 30, 2023, the latest official data available for all: 89 million for Inter, 146 for Juve, 50.8 for Milan, 78.3 for Napoli. In relation to available resources, Milan remains the top Italian club that invests the least on the team. Further down, it will be possible to read all the pink cost ratios, including agent expenses, with ad hoc histograms.
Today's analysis must necessarily start with the most recent fiscal year, the one ending June 30, 2023. Restatement of data on official consolidated financial statements:
Thanks to the "Budget Dashboard," an Excel tool that the writer has used for today's purposes, and which contains official data as of June 30, 2023, it is possible to immediately bring out the development of the Rossoneri club's revenues and costs, as well as to project the results into the future based on the information known.
The analysis, therefore, does not pretend to be gospel but aims to bring out with sufficient clarity those margins that the Rossoneri club can exploit to increase competitiveness on the field.
In the transition from FY 2021/22 to FY 2022/23, we noted the explosion of revenues (+106.9 million) thanks to:
to the increase in sponsorship and merchandising (a total of about 130 million); to the Champions League campaign (87.9 million); to both Italian and European box office (72.8 million). Undoubtedly, the sports results in the Champions League had a big impact on the final revenues. No reliance was placed on capital gains: revenues from player management affected very little (6.6 million).
But what will happen in the current season? Here is the simulation of the 2023/24 fiscal year that is based on knowable data and rumors that have emerged:
First of all, audiovisual revenues from Serie A will be essentially the same if not slightly better because of the better placing the club gets in the league (a third or second place is assumed). But even if Milan finishes fourth, domestic TV rights revenues would be very similar to last year's.
The most obvious decrease is related to audiovisual revenues and European cup premiums, which will be reduced by about 33 million due to the different European path. A blow that, however, will be completely absorbed by the excellent results you will read about below.
Sponsorship income will increase sharply thanks to the new Puma and Emirates contracts that started July 1, 2023 (so from the current fiscal year: increase of +15 each = 30 million) and thanks to the new sleeve sponsor MSC (we are talking about 5 million per season). The overall increase-taking all other contracts unchanged and barring other undisclosed agreements-is at least 35 million.
Income from competitions will decrease slightly because of the different European path, but nothing dramatic. In fact, as can be verified below, the box office in EL is nowhere near that in CL. Yet, thanks in part to the higher revenues in Serie A, the decrease will be quite small: about 6 million gross. For the last two home matches, revenues of 2 million per event have been assumed, in line with matches of that type.
PHOTO STADIUM REVENUE SUMMARY
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Please note: so far the decreases related to the worst European campaign are completely absorbed by the larger increases related to sponsorship.
A big increase we notice in the management from Player Trading: thanks to the sale of Tonali and some temporary exits, the income from player management should amount to 54 million euros (equal to the 23/24 capital gains as anticipated in the 22/23 budget, i.e., 48 million, plus the receipts from temporary disposals).
It will be thanks to this that the club will record a substantial profit; however, it is worth noting that despite the worst European campaign, if by absurdity the club had obtained the same receipts from Player Trading as last season (6.6 million), subject to some non-controllable items (e.g., other revenues and income), the budget would have been equally balanced.
This is the substantial difference between Milan and some top Italian clubs: for the Rossoneri club, capital gains are not a survival tool (i.e., a "foundation" with which to embellish revenues and reduce the economic imbalance) but opportunities that can be freely seized or rejected; the choice is not dictated by the budget but by exquisitely technical or design reasons.
Exactly what happened with Tonali. Player Trading to support technical strengthening and that procures higher spending possibilities than in a situation where Player Trading is missing.
Now let us turn to costs. As shown in the "Market Dashboard," another Excel tool with which the writer accounts for the soccer market every year based on the data released by the media (for purchases and salaries) and those resulting in the balance sheet (depreciation of those who are sold), the following can be derived.
PHOTO DASHBOARD MARKET 23/24
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Players' salaries should have remained essentially unchanged because the 23/24 buying campaign perfectly balanced expenditures with revenues. Players' salaries - looking at the "Budget Dashboard" - erode 27% of revenues including capital gains, and with coaches it rises to 31% (which becomes 34% net of capital gains). This represents the most important expenditure for the club but, compared to that incurred by other Italian clubs in relation to revenues (Inter, Juve, Napoli), Milan is at the tail end as pink cost and is close to Napoli: numbers that at the moment illustrate a similar management of resources to the Neapolitan one. We do not go beyond half of the total revenues including capital gains.
Squad cost rule comparison as of June 30, 2023:
If we add up the costs for gross roster salaries (players + coaches including performance bonuses) + player depreciation + 2023 agent expenses (as communicated by the League) we arrive at 202 million euros: i.e., 50% of total revenues (so-called squad cost rule), a figure that could DECISIVELY increase. In fact, the percentage is well below the limit thresholds imposed by UEFA of 90% in 2023/2024 (current season), 80% in 2024/2025 and 70% from 2025/2026 onwards.
Wanting to conservatively consider the 70% limit, i.e., 20% more roster cost, Milan based on the current situation could afford to spend an additional 100 million on the roster without exceeding the UEFA parameters. With revenues as of June 30, 2024 of 450 million, including capital gains, Milan could invest up to 315 million on the squad (70% under UEFA rules, without considering the intermediate parameter of 80%).
This assumption, which barring other capital gains or major increases in the commercial sector would likely produce a major new budget deficit, is a deliberately exaggerated limit but one that makes it clear what today's margins of maneuver are for a club that invests "just" 200 million, or 50 percent of its revenues, on the squad. This is the opposite path from its direct rivals (Juve and Inter), which have significant deficits and spend more on the team. Is Milan exaggerating or is the competition exaggerating? As always, the truth lies in the middle: any excess is wrong.
"'Lawyer, but Milan has to comply with UEFA's Settlement Agreement... how do we put it?'"
Answer: we put it beautifully! The current budget numbers are largely in compliance with the commitments made with SA, which, for Milan, Juve, PSG, Monaco, Besiktas, Marseille, covers:
The main purpose of the settlement agreement is to ensure that clubs comply with the new stability requirements (the so-called football earning rules: Link), in the monitoring period assessed in the 2025/26 season (i.e. covering the reporting periods ending in 2023, 2024 and 2025).
Sports earnings are the difference between relevant income and relevant expenses (as specified in Appendix J) calculated in relation to a single reporting period. A licensee can have an earnings surplus or a deficit. An earnings surplus is generated when relevant income is greater than relevant expenses. A deficit is generated when relevant expenses are greater than relevant income.
In other words, in the monitoring period evaluated in the 2025/26 season, clubs must have an aggregate soccer earnings surplus, or an aggregate soccer earnings deficit within the acceptable deviation as provided by the new FFP. The acceptable variance is €5 million. However, the deficit can exceed this level by up to 60 million euros if this excess is fully covered by contributions or equity as planned.
Thus, the goal of the six clubs will be to meet these financial stakes and fall within the expected maximum aggregate deviation of 60 mln, which is the result of the sum of any deficits that will be recorded in the financial years ending in the 2022/23, 2023/24 and 2024/25 seasons (monitoring 2025/26).
Currently, Milan presents these latest financial year results, which may slightly deviate from the reports sent to UEFA (as mentioned reported differently), but the end result is always very similar:
Season 2022/23: + 6.1 million Season 2023/24: + 32 million (estimated) Season 2024/25: (to be discovered) I remind everyone that the maximum aggregate deficit is -60 million, while Milan would currently be at almost +40 million in profit (aggregate seasons 22/23 + 23/24). This means that, paradoxically, in the 2024/25 season Milan could afford a deficit of 100 million while still meeting UEFA parameters.
Would you ever have thought that? Clearly it will never happen, but this is yet another clue that makes everyone understand how the club has resounding and completely untapped margins for expansion. I would add consciously. Reason? You have to ask the ownership: has a certain business plan been guaranteed to investors? RedBird must produce value but how it plans to do so, hence the development program, remains unknown. The stadium is certainly part of it. On the rest, who knows. We can only find out from the numbers, such as those you read in this analysis.
Each club under settlement agreement will also commit to send the CFCB's "financial police" an initial report within six months of signing the settlement agreement. But that's not all: each club will undertake to set interim financial targets for the reporting periods covered by the settlement agreement so that the total football profits assessed in the 2024/25 season (i.e., covering the reporting periods ending in 2023 and 2024) do not exceed the maximum aggregate deficit of 60mln euros. Thus, the additional and "anticipatory" goal for these clubs will be to fall within the expected maximum aggregate deviation of 60mln, which is the result of the sum of any deficits that will occur in the financial years ending in the 2022/23 and 2023/24 seasons (2024/25 monitoring):
Season 2022/23: + 6.1mn Season 2023/24: + 32 million (estimated) There are also no problems for the intermediate financial target. As mentioned, Milan could have had a maximum aggregate of -60 million and instead will end up with a very substantial aggregate profit, close to 40 million.
Now the concept should finally be clear even to the least discerning fan: there is room for increased competitiveness under UEFA rules and without screwing it up, given and considering that the Milan Group as of June 30, 2023 had a Net Equity of +177.2 million (unaffected and indeed increasing further as of June 30, 2024), which can be used if needed for any minor imbalances due to "foot stomping on the accelerator pedal."
Is it possible that the Rossoneri fan should be afraid of feeling the wind in his hair, limiting his speed to 80 km/h even on the highway? Because that is the situation today. No one is asking to go flat out at 180 km/h from tollbooth to tollbooth, but this car can be pushed to higher speeds without being afraid of making accidents or getting traffic tickets. If you don't want to go up to the permitted limit, which is 130 km/h + the tolerance, take a deep breath and increase the engine revs to 110 km/h.
The phrase "we want to win," therefore, must be followed by concrete facts that can translate into more spending on the roster. Otherwise they will remain empty words, mercilessly belied by the numbers. Because winning by spending 50 percent of revenues on the roster is clearly more complicated than those clubs that invest between 65 percent and 80 percent of revenues. Then nothing detracts from the fact that the perfect season can happen (see Milan 2022 or Napoli 2023), but those are exceptions that confirm the rule, which is that usually those who spend the most and the best win. Expertise and data only go so far, which cannot be enough if your name is Milan and you have a history of success to defend and carry on.
Continuing with the analysis, player amortization should have gone up by about 19 million and, standing at 70 million, should account for 15 percent of revenues. A value that is still largely under control and can be further increased.
Optimistically, I have left service costs almost unchanged on the 100 million mark (due to the merger by incorporation, which will result in lower expenses) and have slightly reduced raw material costs related to the e-commerce business that has now been underway for a year. Slight decrease also for tender organization expenses, again due to the different European route.
Summing up, the total costs for FY 2023/24 should be in line with those of last year or slightly up as in my simulation.
All this will produce a profit well above that of FY 2022/23: no trophy to display in the showcase, that much is clear. But a result to be equally proud of, especially since it is linked to sound resource management, which in some ways can certainly be improved (e.g., costs for services still very high) and which is providing the club with spending margins that, however, must be used if one really wants to win and increase sporting competitiveness.
The path taken continues to be the right one, but we have now reached a point where the club needs to start increasing the costs of the roster in relation to revenues because closing with 30 million in profits, moreover taxed heavily, does not procure an extra star on the jersey.
On the contrary, fans would be happier if Milan used that money to renew the big boys, buy more important players further strengthening the team, and close at breakeven or perhaps with a tolerable deficit. The concept is this: the club should be managed also and above all as a soccer team, not only as a company that has to produce profits to sell to investors. Dear Gerry, these are the pros and cons of doing business with a sports team and in particular with Milan, which belongs to the elite of world soccer: there are many "Alfredos," the majority, who don’t give a damn about anything I have written in this post and simply want to see Theo renewing, a right-back stronger than Calabria, a center forward worthy of Milan, a coach worthy Milan, and so on.
It is the task of ownership and management to combine this irrational sentiment with numbers but, as you have ascertained, the goal is absolutely within reach of a club that should also aim to win today and should not settle for a CL placement in order to think only about building a stadium tomorrow, a fundamental step but one that does not replace everything else.
That said, with a potential partner, the development of the brand and commercial sector, as well as with the stadium owned ... the goal of 600 million in revenues net of capital gains and, therefore top 10 in the Money League, will become absolutely within reach within the next 5-7 years. The hope as a fan is that all this will also be followed by a definite surge in sporting ambitions and that the ownership will use the gasoline in the tank and the power in the engine. Critically, but without overdoing the opposite because Milan's ambitions cannot be like those of Napoli (what the ratios in the pink costs reveal to us today) with investments far from the virtuous top club management that instead should be similar to that of Bayern Munich, often taken as a model, which in 2022 between salaries and amortization spent 64.5 percent of total revenues and which has never gone down to 50 percent, fluctuating over the years between 65 percent and 70 percent, while keeping the budget balanced.
Thanks to the stadium? Not only that, thanks to commercial revenues but also to costs for materials and services of only 40 million compared to Milan's 100 (Link). A tangible sign that perhaps not everything is properly "indispensable" in that cauldron that today devours 25 percent of revenues, resources that could in part be diverted to the squad.
Today the goal to chase must be first and foremost the second star, not the third positive budget result, which is perfectly useless for UEFA purposes, and which represents an accident of the road welcome only to the investors of the RedBird fund or perhaps, in the future, to the stock markets for a possible stock market listing.
"Alfredo" and the other hundreds of millions of fans around the world, those pain in the asses who sign petitions to block an undesirable coach ... dream of only one thing: to win on the field and return to filling Piazza Duomo.
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2024.05.07 19:05 Iceroadtrucker2008 Aurinia Pharmaceuticals Shareholder Urges Board of Directors to Take Action to Enhance Shareholder Value

https://www.fidelity.com/news/article/investment-news/202405070900BIZWIRE_USPR_____20240507_BW993484

Outlines Concerns Regarding the Company’s Current Strategy and Board Composition and Offers Superior Paths to Improving Performance and Market Penetration
GENEVA--(BUSINESS WIRE)-- Lucien Selce, who owns approximately 2.2% of the outstanding shares of Aurinia Pharmaceuticals Inc. ( AUPH ) (“Aurinia” or the “Company”), today issued the following letter to Aurinia shareholders:
May 7, 2024
Fellow Shareholders,
As a shareholder of Aurinia since 2020, I have grown increasingly worried about the Company’s trajectory and am disappointed in the Board of Directors’ (the “Board”) actions. This is why I now feel dutybound to publicly share my concerns and ideas for improving the Company.
In recent years, Aurinia has faced challenges in effectively penetrating the market with its flagship drug, Lupkynis. With CEO and director Peter Greenleaf at the helm, the Board has struggled to implement successful strategies to enhance market penetration and shareholder value. I believe that the composition of the Board and the excessive number of directors sitting on it are holding Aurinia back from achieving its full potential. In my view, the Board’s size should be reduced to ensure efficiency and cost-effectiveness. All directors with merger and acquisition-related or research experience should be removed. Shareholders have clearly lost faith in the ability of this Board to deliver results.
The Company’s recent Q1 2024 earnings release and accompanying call did little to appease our concerns. Although we noted the small “beat” in revenues and management’s forecast that Aurinia will be cash flow positive in Q2 2024 instead of H2 2024, we also note that most of the revenue growth stems from pre-existing clients re-enrolling for treatment instead of new clients’ enrollment.
Key failures of the current Board include:
  1. The Board severely mishandled the communication of its dead-end strategic review, which resulted in investors fleeing the stock. The Board’s communication in this regard seemed designed to destroy Aurinia’s share price. The message was essentially that the Company has no desirability for any industry actor as a potential buyer. The Company’s February 15, 2024 press release alluded, unnecessarily, to a failed 2018 sale process. There is no rational explanation for this inept communication other than possibly allowing management to grant itself Restricted Stock Units (“RSUs”) on the cheap.
  2. The Board currently has an excessive number of directors who lack relevant skills and much-needed objectivity, compromising its efficiency and effectiveness.
  3. Dr. Robert Foster was appointed to the Board at the urging of MKT Capital to ensure a comprehensive and fair strategic review. Dr. Foster was not meant to stay on after the conclusion of the strategic review. It appears to me that Mr. Greenleaf’s motivation for keeping him on the Board is exclusively linked to the cooperation agreement between Aurinia and MKT Capital. Under this agreement, MKT Capital is not allowed to disparage or otherwise publicly dissent with the Company’s management. By remaining on the Board, Dr. Foster has betrayed MKT Capital – and is being financially rewarded by Aurinia for doing so.
  4. The two latest additions to the Board, Jeffrey Bailey and Dr. Karen Smith, who were originally praised by Mr. Greenleaf for their M&A experience and achievements, no longer possess relevant skillsets now that the strategic review has ended.
  5. Chair Daniel Billen’s close ties with Mr. Greenleaf raise concerns about his impartiality and increase the risk of repetition of past failures.
  6. The Board has failed to effectively oversee Mr. Greenleaf and a value-enhancing strategy for Aurinia. Mr. Greenleaf's five-year tenure as CEO has been marked by repeated drug failures. After failing to deliver substantial market penetration for Lupkynis, he purchased Aur200 and Aur300, touting them as transformational for Aurinia. As a result, the Board granted Mr. Greenleaf options and RSUs for building a pipeline, only for him to kill this pipeline after Aur200 and Aur300 received Investigational New Drug applications from the U.S. Food and Drug Administration. With a single stroke, the Board transformed Aurinia into a one-trick pony. The Board then shifted the Company’s focus to potential future pipeline acquisitions while simultaneously announcing a $150 million share buyback.
  7. The Board has rewarded Mr. Greenleaf with RSUs despite lackluster performance. I believe it is imperative that Mr. Greenleaf be removed from the Board to ensure boardroom independence, while remaining as CEO. Clear objectives for market penetration must be set, with no more options or RSUs granted unless targets are achieved.
Clearly, Aurinia’s Board is mired in contradictions and conflict of interest. In my view, the Board should immediately take the following actions to improve its independence and enable it to oversee management more effectively for the benefit of all Aurinia shareholders:
  1. Restructure the Board and reduce its size from nine directors to five directors. The ideal Board should comprise an independent Chair, one large shareholder representative (in this respect, it is logical that long-standing, top investor ILJIN SNT Co., Ltd. (“ILJIN”) nominate someone), one small shareholder representative and another independent director.
  2. Link management’s compensation to fulfilling quantitative revenue goals set by an independent Board. Clear objectives for market penetration must be set, with no more options or RSUs granted unless targets are achieved. The current management “entrenchment” package recently issued in the amended annual report should be rejected.
  3. Develop accretive strategic partnerships. A strategy for accelerating Lupkynis’ commercial development should be developed and implemented. This could potentially take the form of a royalty or co-promotion deal with a middle or major pharmaceutical company.
Aurinia must undergo significant changes to realize its potential. The upcoming Annual General Meeting of Shareholders (the “Annual Meeting”) will serve as an opportunity for shareholders to vote for a reduced Board that is committed to effective market penetration strategies and shareholder value enhancement.
We urge the Board to embrace the solutions we have proposed to improve Aurinia’s performance, governance and go-forward strategy. Further, ILJIN – as a preeminent shareholder owning more than 5% of the Company’s common stock – can also request the inclusion of resolutions to address these improvements at the upcoming Annual Meeting.
Sincerely,
Lucien Selce
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View source version on businesswire.com: https://www.businesswire.com/news/home/20240507993484/en/
Source: On behalf of Lucien Selce
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2024.05.07 03:07 TabbyTyper KeySearch Review: What is Keysearch and Do You Need It?

KeySearch Review: What is Keysearch and Do You Need It?
As any seasoned SEO pro knows, performing comprehensive keyword research is an essential first step for any website optimization project. Identifying the right keywords - ones with high search volumes and low competition - can be the difference between your content getting buried in the depths of Google or appearing on the coveted first page.
While tools like Ahrefs and SEMRush have long been industry standards for keyword research, their steep subscription prices put them out of reach for many individuals and smaller agencies operating on limited budgets. Cue Keysearch, an affordable yet powerful keyword research tool that has been turning heads in the SEO community.
In this in-depth Keysearch review, we'll take a close look at its features, pricing, pros and cons, and how it stacks up against the competition. By the end, you'll have all the information needed to decide if Keysearch deserves a spot in your SEO toolkit.
Keysearch offers a free 30-day trial and here's the link: KeySearch.co/free-trial
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Keysearch Features

At its core, Keysearch is a keyword research suite that allows you to find lucrative keywords by entering one or more "seed" keywords related to your core topics. You can then view lists of related keywords sortable by key metrics like:
Search Volume This estimates the average monthly search volume for each keyword according to data from both Google and other third-party sources. Knowing how many searches are done will let you know if the keyword is worth pursuing.
Cost-Per-Click (CPC) Data See the average cost-per-click in Google Ads for each keyword, which can help gauge general competition keywords and levels.
Competition Levels Keysearch uses a proprietary scoring system to estimate how difficult it would be to rank for each keyword based on the strength of the current top-ranking pages. This keyword difficulty checker is one of the strongest features.
Trend Data View whether search demand for each keyword is trending upwards or downwards over time.
You can drill down on promising keywords using advanced filters based on metrics like these. Keysearch also integrates seamlessly with Google Search Console to pull in your own ranking data.
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But Keysearch's capabilities extend well beyond just basic keyword research. Its toolset also includes:
Rank Tracking Monitor your ranking progress over time for your target keywords across multiple search engines and locations.
Backlink Analysis Analyze your current backlink profile and monitor new inbound backlinks from other websites over time.
On-Page SEO Checkers Run technical SEO audits on your pages to identify opportunities for on-page optimization.
Competitor Research View the top-ranking pages for any keyword, analyze their backlink profiles, and gain other competitive intel to outrank them.
So while keyword research is the marquee feature, Keysearch aims to be an all-in-one SEO solution by including additional optimization tools for keyword rank tracking, link building, on-page auditing, and a competitor analysis tool.
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Keysearch Pros and Cons

As someone who has tested numerous keyword research tools over the years, I can definitively say that Keysearch stands out as one of the most impressive low-cost options on the market today. Here are some of the key pros that make it so compelling:
Pros
  • Pulling keyword data from numerous authoritative sources results in generally accurate search volume and competition metrics
  • Ability to analyze keywords across 190+ countries and 80+ languages
  • Seamless integration with popular SEO tools like Ahrefs, SEMRush, Google Search Console, etc.
  • Frequent data refreshes to maintain accuracy as search landscapes evolve
  • Robust yet intuitive user interface makes for efficient keyword discovery
  • Very reasonable pricing compared to most competing mid-tier and enterprise SEO tools
Cons
  • Data can sometimes seem questionable or inconsistent for less popular long-tail keywords (like it is in other seo tools)
  • Limited team sharing/collaboration features for agency-level use cases
  • Can't match advanced features of high-end tools for enterprise SEO management
  • Some users report occasional bugginess or lag with certain functionality
  • No true "view pricing" page upfront on their website (have to signup to see plans)

Keysearch Pricing

One of Keysearch's biggest selling points is its affordability, with prices that drastically undercut major enterprise SEO tool solutions. These are the monthly prices but with an annual plan you can save even more.
Starter Plan - $17/month
  • 200 keyword lookups per day
  • Rank tracking for 80 keywords
  • 1 user account
  • 2000 Site Audit credits
  • 5000 AI credits
  • YouTube Research
  • Content assistant
  • Backlink data
Pro Plan - $34/month
  • 500 keyword lookups per day
  • Rank tracking for 200 keywords
  • 3 user accounts
  • 5000 Site Audit credits
  • 15000 AI credits
  • YouTube Research
  • Content assistant
  • Backlink data
Agency Plan - Custom pricing per month
  • Unlimited keyword lookups
  • Advanced team sharing/collaboration tools
  • API access
  • Custom user training/support
Keysearch also offers a 7-day free trial for the Starter and Pro plans so you can take the tool for a spin before subscribing.
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How Does Keysearch Work?

At its core, Keysearch relies on analyzing large datasets of search data from Google and other sources to provide accurate keyword metrics. When you enter seed keywords, it scours these datasets to find related keywords and estimate key stats like:
Search Volume: By looking at actual search traffic patterns, Keysearch can estimate the average monthly search volume for keywords across different locations.
Keyword Difficulty: Through a proprietary algorithm, it analyzes the websites currently ranking for each keyword to score how difficult it would be to rank on the first page.
CPC and Trends: It pulls cost-per-click data from Google Ads and analyzes keyword trends over time to gauge commercial value.
Keysearch constantly updates its data repositories to ensure you're getting the freshest insights. It also integrates with tools like Google Search Console to layer in your own website's performance metrics.

Is Keysearch a Good Tool?

In short, yes - Keysearch is an excellent keyword research solution, especially for its affordable price point. Its data accuracy, wealth of insightful metrics, and additional SEO utilities make it a strong value.
While it may lack some of the advanced capabilities of higher-end tools, for bloggers, freelancers, agencies, and businesses working within a budget, Keysearch provides all the core functionality needed to make smart, data-driven keyword targeting decisions.
I myself used it for quite a long time when I was starting out because it is effective and cheap.

Keysearch vs RankIQ

RankIQ is another popular budget keyword tool, so how does it compare to Keysearch? While both offer comprehensive keyword data, some key differences are:
Data Sources: Keysearch pulls data from a wider range of sources beyond just Google for added accuracy.
Additional Features: Keysearch includes rank tracking, site auditing, backlink analysis - RankIQ is keyword research only.
Pricing: RankIQ's premium plans are cheaper, but offer less functionality than Keysearch's Pro plan.
If all you need is basic keyword research on a budget, RankIQ could make sense. But Keysearch's added SEO capabilities and likely better data quality make it the better overall value for just a bit more money.

The Keysearch Starter Plan

For those on a very tight budget, Keysearch's Starter plan at $17/month provides a great entry point. With this plan you get:
  • 200 keyword lookups per day
  • Rank tracking for 80 keywords
  • Access to all core keyword research functionality
While the limits are low, it's a cost-effective way to get started with Keysearch and tap into its accurate keyword data and metrics. You can always upgrade to higher plans as your SEO needs (and profits) grow.

Keysearch vs Ahrefs

Ahrefs is one of the most well-known and comprehensive SEO tools on the market. But how does the more affordable Keysearch stack up against the industry juggernaut?
Key Similarities:
  • Both provide extensive keyword research data like search volumes, traffic estimates, and competition metrics
  • Integrate with Google's data sources as well as proprietary databases
  • Offer rank tracking and site auditing capabilities beyond just keyword research
Key Differences:
  • Ahrefs has much more robust link analysis, including huge database of live backlinks
  • Includes advanced content research and SEO reporting features
  • Significantly more expensive, with cheapest plan at $99/month
While not quite as fully-featured, Keysearch does manage to hold its own for basic-to-moderate SEO use cases at a fraction of Ahrefs' cost. For smaller businesses and freelancers, Keysearch may provide better value.
Enterprise users managing large SEO campaigns will likely still want to use a tool like Ahrefs. But for the majority of keyword research needs, Keysearch is an extremely cost-effective alternative.

Keysearch vs SEMrush

SEMrush is another titan in the SEO tools space, on par with Ahrefs in terms of depth and popularity. Here's how the two tools compare:
Key Similarities:
  • Comprehensive keyword databases and metrics
  • Additional features like rank tracking, on-page audit tools, backlink data
  • Support for tracking competitors' rankings and traffic estimates
Key Differences:
  • SEMrush has superior PPC and advertising research capabilities
  • More advanced reporting, workflow management for agencies
  • Considerably pricier, with cheapest plan at $119.95/month
In many ways, SEMrush and Keysearch are relatively comparable for core SEO tasks like keyword research and rank tracking. SEMrush has the edge for PPC management and more robust enterprise tools.
But once again, Keysearch provides similar functionality to SEMrush's low-end plans for a fraction of the cost. So for smaller teams and individual SEO pros, Keysearch allows you to get 80% of the utility for 20% of the price tag.
SEMrush remains the better overall option for large agencies and companies with bigger budgets and management needs. But Keysearch punches well above its weight class compared to such premium tools.

Keysearch's 30-Day Free Trial

Keysearch offers a generous 30-day free trial with no credit card required for both the Starter and Pro plans. This allows you to thoroughly test out the software for a full month before deciding if you want to subscribe.
The free trial includes all the respective plan's features and data allowances, with no limitations or watermarked reports. So you can experience the full capabilities risk-free for a month to decide if it's the right keyword tool for you.

Is Keysearch the Right SEO Tool For You?

After thoroughly testing Keysearch and exploring all of its features, I can confidently give it a strong recommendation - especially for freelancers, bloggers, small agencies, and businesses operating on a limited SEO budget.
Its ability to provide accurate keyword data, robust SEO capabilities beyond just keyword research, seamless third-party tool integrations, and very affordable pricing makes Keysearch a tremendously valuable asset that can pay for itself many times over with successful keyword targeting and ranking improvements.
However, it's not quite a full-fledged enterprise-grade SEO solution on par with tools like Ahrefs and SEMRush that come with much higher price tags but also more advanced reporting, collaboration tools, data visualization capabilities, and overall scalability.
So for larger agencies and enterprise companies with significant SEO budgets and resources, one of those high-end tools may be a better long-term investment despite the increased costs. But for the vast majority of businesses, Keysearch provides exceptional bang for your buck as an all-in-one, cost-effective SEO toolkit.
If you're in need of comprehensive keyword research plus complementary SEO functionality like rank tracking, on-page auditing, and competitor analysis - without breaking the bank - Keysearch should absolutely be on your radar. Sign up for the free trial and start finding those golden keyword opportunities today.
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2024.05.07 00:45 Dr_Faraz_Harsini Should vegans support cultivated (lab-grown) meat?

In light of the recent ban on cultivated meat (CM) in Florida, I think we vegans should discuss this topic!
First things first, I'm a biomedical scientist turned food system scientist and an ethical vegan. I have my own 501(c)(3) nonprofit, Allied Scholars for Animal Protection (ASAP), where I focus on promoting veganism in universities.
I also work as a senior scientist at another nonprofit, the Good Food Institute. Here, we promote alternative proteins, including plant-based proteins and CM. We don't sell any products; supported by philanthropy, we help transition the food system toward a sustainable and ethical model.
Personally, I have no desire to try CM. Like many other vegans, I've lost the taste for flesh. But CM isn't really for vegans.
I know some vegans dislike the idea. However, as a scientist, I want to share my thoughts so you can make a well-informed judgment.
I fully acknowledge that CM may not be a perfect solution. The idea that the cells originate from animals also bothers me.
However, it's important to know that the cells can be collected from a feather, an egg, a blood sample, a small biopsy, or from the meat of an animal who was unfortunately killed for meat.
No solution is perfect.
Another concern is the use of serum in cell culture. If you're unaware, the process of obtaining Fetal Bovine Serum (FBS) is extremely cruel.
But that's an additional reason to support CM.
Because of CM, most companies are developing animal-free alternatives. Indeed, it wouldn't be possible to scale up CM using animal-based serum. Once the animal-free serum is commercially available, it could hopefully replace the massive amounts of serum used in biomedical research and biopharma.
Another misconception I'd like to address is that once a company establishes a cell line and produces a product, they would never revert to using animals again. Indeed, the original cells are propagated in incubators and frozen. Each time a company starts a new batch, a tiny vial is taken from the cell bank (giant freezers powered by liquid nitrogen), and the cultivation process begins anew.
So, you'd never need to go back to the original animal. This would not be feasible due to regulatory limitations, even if a company wanted to, unless they were willing to go through years of painful and expensive regulatory approval.
The reason I think we should give CM a chance and support it is that when it reaches price parity, it can replace a lot of meat from slaughtered animals, sparing the lives of many.
Cultivated chicken and fish have the potential to save trillions of animals!
I think that places like KFC, Chick-fil-A, McDonald's, etc. don't really care about animal cruelty or consumers. They just want to make profit. If they can make profit without killing and torturing billions of animals, I think that's a step in the right direction!
I also believe that tasty and healthful plant-based options are already available. We should continue to promote them. In some way it is crazy that we need CM because some people won't change otheir habits otherwise.
CM will help many people who won't go vegan to at least not pay for animal slaughter and abuse constantly.
CM can also be used to produce meat for pets. A large number of animals are killed just for pet food.
In my humble opinion, CM is not the ideal and perfect solution, but it's one of the best options we have.
The food system that relies on animal products is inherently unsustainable and needs to change. Nobody knows what the solution will be. Will it be plant-based foods? CM? Or a combination?
Currently, CM is being sold in very few restaurants worldwide, and this has already alarmed the meat and dairy industries.
I mention dairy because a lot of meat comes from the dairy industry, as dry mother cows and their male calves are killed on dairy farms.
The fact that the animal industry is so afraid of CM suggests that CM has a real chance to revolutionize the food system.
At the end of the day, if you're still not convinced that CM deserves our support, that's okay.
Thank you for being vegan. And if you don't like CM, please support other alternatives or promote veganism in your own way.
I don't have all the answers, but I do know one thing: Our food system is broken. It causes immense suffering to both human and non-human animals, from unimaginable cruelty in meat, egg, and dairy farms, to pandemics, antibiotic resistance, pollution, toxic chemicals, habitat loss, deforestation, climate change, and much more.
I know that to change this broken system, and the most normalized form of cruelty, we need to work together and use anything in our power to speak up and promote the change we want to see.
What do you think?
Below is my testimony at the FL Senate against the ban of CM.
https://youtu.be/ebkVjedOzGg?si=I8t7EpOKMzOQwmw5
When I was in FL, senators' offices were packed by cowboys and folks from FL cattleman association. They were heavily lobbying against anything that would impact their business, and their businesses are fundamentally based on exploiting and killing animals for meat, egg, and dairy.
This is why at my nonprofit, ASAP, I focus on training the next generation of influencial, kind, compassionate, determined, and hardworking vegans.
The change can't come soon enough.
Thanks for your consideration and let me know what you think 🙏
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2024.05.06 22:00 Kahzgul [Near As I Can Tell...] Padawan Obi-wan Kit Reveal-wan!

[Near As I Can Tell...] Padawan Obi-wan Kit Reveal-wan!
I'm writing this kit reveal analysis from deep inside a protest encampment near a college campus I will not name out of an abundance of caution for the safety and well being of the other 40-something neckbeards camped out in solidarity. As I stand against the tyranny of Jar Jar Binks and his vile cadre of Gungan apologists, I am deeply moved by how many young people are also here chanting and singing on the campus proper (we're not allowed on - something about students only and what the fuck are we doing with all those lightsabers). I can't make out their words, but I can tell there is great enthusiasm among young people for the removal of Jar Jar. One of my fellow basement-dwellers flew a drone over and we didn't see a single pro-Jar Jar sign or banner or t-shirt or anything. So I assume we're like 100% united in this.
It's a wonderful feeling!
Further buoying my mood is the tremendous success that the Helldivers 2 community recently had, pushing back against the tyranny of mandatory account linking and other horrors that our community literally tolerates on the daily because we want those free reward boxes. Like, I'm sorry, but how fucking stupid is Sony for not just saying "we'll give you like 1 super credit or medal every day for free, forever, if you link your account to PSN?" It would cost them virtually nothing and people would have been throwing their panties at the screen trying to get the signups to happen more quickly.
I don't actually know how panties work, is what I'm saying.
And finally, there's the incredible news that the game I made an entire fake subreddit for in order to further mock EA and their insane pre-order nonsense has finally launched! I haven't played it yet, and the subreddit I made is still totally banned "for impersonation" because EA can't take a fucking April Fool's joke, but I chuckle to myself all the time at the thought that some actual EA employee is trying to make a subreddit for the game and finding it's already been made and banned. Or like, someone actually bought it and was all "i don't know how to beat the whatsit at the end of zone beeblebop" and tries to go to the game sub to look it up but OH SHIT THE GAME IS FUCKING BANNED. Amazing. It truly is an own-goal by EA that exists probably only in my mind.
Don't ruin this for me. I'm in a tent surrounded by dudes who've never seen a boob and bathed even less. IT'S ALL I HAVE.
Anyway, Obi-wan is here. Padaobiwan. Still too awkward to be a cool nickname. Pobiwan. Now it sounds like a star wars themed po' boy shop, which - you know - I'm kind of okay with. Pobiwan it is!
ALIGNMENT: Light Side
CATEGORIES: Attacker, Galactic Republic, Jedi
Okay, come the fuck on CG. Jedi??? HE'S A PADAWAN! The entire fucking point of the existence of padawans is THEY AREN'T JEDI YET. Holy shit. Do you even Star Wars, bro? At this point I would not at all be surprised if CG went back and gave Jedi Knight Anakin the rank of Master. We've jumped the shark here, people.
BASIC: Practiced Aggression
Final Text:
Deal Physical damage and inflict Potency Down on target enemy for 1 turn. If that enemy has 50% or more Health, Padawan Obi-Wan gains 20% Turn Meter and Foresight for 1 turn. Deal 5% more damage (stacking, max 50%) for each stack of Heal Over Time Padawan Obi-Wan has.
If there was an ally Master Qui-Gon at the start of battle: If target enemy has less than 50% Health, Padawan Obi-Wan gains Defense Penetration Up and Offense Up for 1 turn.
Just what we need: An ability where we have to keep track of how much health the enemy unit has. I guaranfuckingtee that there will be like a billion posts asking why Pobiwan isn't getting his bonus turn meter when attacking a low hp enemy. Don't be that guy. understand that this bonus only happens when the health bar is green. Yellow or red and your bonus is dead. You feel me?
SPECIAL 1: Redirected Blast (CD: 3)
Final Text:
Deal Physical damage to target enemy and Daze them for 2 turns. If this attack critically hits, remove 100% Turn Meter from target enemy and Padawan Obi-Wan gains 100 Speed for 2 turns.
This attack can't be evaded.
This is kind of insane. First, they buried the lede: you can't evade this. Amazing. Then it applies my favorite debuff, daze, AND it can remove all tm plus boost your speed massively? I'll be stacking crit chance sets on crit chance sets for Pobiwan fo' sho'! Gotta get them speed gains yo!
Why am I talking like this?
I feel like being surrounded by nerds is destroying my ability to think rationally. I feel a deep desire to be "cooler" than they are. I'm wearing several gold chains.
SPECIAL 2: Sweeping Assault (CD: 3)
Final Text:
Deal Physical damage and inflict Defense Down for 2 turns on all enemies, then if there is an active ally Queen Amidala, deal damage again.
Galactic Republic Jedi allies gain Critical Chance Up and Offense Up for 2 turns.
Kudos to CG for keeping all of these abilities short and sweet. This is a big fat buff to everyone and an AoE plus a decent debuff... I love it. Everything about this kit is so good. Unfortunately, I also just noticed the artwork, and it means I'm going to be staring at Pobiwan's pathetic excuse for a pony tail whenever I use him. This is almost as bad as a mullet, you guys. His hair looks like it was styled by a 60 year old gray-haired ice cream salesman from Ojai, California who wears Hawaiian t-shirts, puts avocado on everything, and loooooves the Grateful Dead. Not that there's anything wrong with any of that (don't @ me, u/egnards) but you know the type!
Seriously is Padawan hair just like that because of that thing where the new guy gets hazed by the older guys on the team and the jedi all sit around thinking "what's the dumbest fucking thing these kids' hair could possibly look like?" I mean, I've considered it, too. If my kid got lost it would be way easier to say "he has a haircut that makes him look like someone who peaked in 1974 got high on peyote and gave him a braid and a ponytail" than to actually remember what he was wearing (it's hard to remember things when you're high on peyote, I... uh... I've heard).
UNIQUE 1: Nobility in Restraint (Zeta, Omicron)
Final Text:
At the start of battle, Padawan Obi-Wan gains 25% Critical Chance for each other Galactic Republic ally and if there is an ally Master Qui-Gon and Queen Amidala, Padawan Obi-Wan gains Discipline until the end of battle which can't be copied, dispelled, or resisted.
Padawan Obi-Wan has +5% Critical Chance (stacking, max 50%) for each stack of Heal Over Time on him and +5% Critical Damage (stacking, max 50%) for each stack of Protection Over Time on him.
If there is an ally Master Qui-Gon, whenever he uses an ability, Padawan Obi-Wan assists dealing 40% less damage. The first time Master Qui-Gon is defeated, Padawan Obi-Wan takes a bonus turn and gains 5% Offense for each Relic Amplifier level Master Qui-Gon had for 4 turns.
If there is an active Handmaiden Decoy, Padawan Obi-Wan grants her 50% Defense. If Padawan Obi-Wan is active, whenever another ally is critically hit, they gain Defense Up for 1 turn and Padawan Obi-Wan gains Critical Damage Up for 1 turn.
Discipline: Attacks can't be countered; whenever this character gains a stack of Protection Over Time they also gain a stack of Heal Over Time for 2 turns; this character's attacks ignore Protection
While in Conquests: Allies gain 10% Max Health and Max Protection and 30 Speed. Allies gain an additional 10% Max Health and Max Protection for each Relic Amplifier level Padawan Obi-Wan has. Cut the Offense of Sith enemies in half until the end of battle.
Padawan Obi-Wan has a 50% chance to take a bonus turn whenever an enemy ends their turn. When Padawan Obi-Wan starts this bonus turn, allies recover 75% Health, gain 75% Offense for 2 turns, and enemies are inflicted with Buff Immunity and Healing Immunity for 2 turns, which can't be resisted.
If Padawan Obi-Wan's Stamina is 50% or greater: Whenever an ally uses a Special ability, they inflict Accuracy Down, Critical Chance Down, Critical Damage Down, Defense Down, Evasion Down, Offense Down, Potency Down, Speed Down, Stagger, and Tenacity Down on target enemy for 2 turns, which can't be evaded.
Oh my fucking god. I JUST said how much I appreciated the brevity of these abilities! Like, CG, can you FUCKING NOT for like ONE GODDAMN CHARACTER??? Holy shit. CG looked at this ability, slapped its hood, and thought "we can fit so many goddamn paragraphs in this fucking thing."
Okay, so Pobiwan gains a shitload of crit chance, meaning you don't need to mod him for crit chance. Crit damage it is! He also assists MQG (where did the J go? No one knows), and he gets a little mini-bane bonus when MQG dies (IMO this could be insane if they made it apply to oQGJ as well, but CG hates interesting team comps now so pffft to us, I guess).
And Pobiwan gets bonuses in conquests. This a goddamn omicron ability? OF COURSE IT FUCKING IS. Don't read any of that; no one is ever going to get that omicron.
Okay maybe I lied. This omicron basically makes winning guaranteed, and also applies a metric fuckton of debuffs which you just fucking know the next conquest series will require. Accuracy Down, Critical Chance Down, Critical Damage Down, Defense Down, Evasion Down, Offense Down, Potency Down, Speed Down, Stagger, and Tenacity Down? Oh yeah, CG is gonna lean HARD into those. Watch for my conquest guide where I explain that you could instead use like 19 other characters to do what this one little asshole does with that omicron you really didn't want to spend.
Yeah, I'm almost certainly buying this thing. Fuck.
I'm so annoyed I forgot to wrap up my "pretending to be cool" / living in a tent with other nerds jokes. Can't be assed now; this sheezy just got REAL you know? For real for real. AND WHAT IS THAT GODDAMN SMELL HOLY SHI- Oh. It's me. I heard diapers were trending and did no further research before just buying like a bazillion of them.
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Here's an index of my stuff.
Here's a link to Egnard's discord where you can see my stuff linked in a different way and also I've started roasting people's rosters because I get bored and I'm an asshole.
Here's a fun quote completely out of context:

It's the uranium.
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2024.05.06 14:17 ImaFireSquid Ranking Nova characters based on how good they'd be as a magical girl

Note that "magical girl" in this day and age is as gender neutral as "crypto bro" or "horse girl". It's a state of mind.
Cadena (nova thief)
Look... I'm not saying she's always on the moral up and up, but I am saying that this chick pulled out her own wings, tail, and horns because they were disadvantageous to her. She's harcore, and crucially, there is no competition for her chosen one with someone less cringe. I could totally get her to wield the power of love if it was destructive enough, and I truly believe that.
She's also self-made strong. Can you imagine what the power of thrills and love can do to a girl who already understands the power of gunpowder caltrops? We'd be unstoppable. Also, no horns means there's really nothing in the way of elaborate head accessories, which could be a plus. I also don't know if this matters, but no horns means you can sleep on your side. This obviously isn't a huge advantage, but the ninja were trained to sleep on their left side to slightly protect their heart, and in the battle against the forces of evil, I'll take what I can get.
Kaiser (nova warrior)
He's enthusiastic about the whole thing, has just enough contacts to make a dramatic backstory (I'm bored) and gets involved in everyone else's business. If there's a character who has a backstory that is set anywhere besides the Maple World, they're going to go to Grandis, and they'll meet Kaiser first.
He also has bright neon hair, which somehow makes me feel more confident in choosing him as someone special.
I know for a fact that this guy would let me give him any number of frills without a complaint. Dude longs for justice, and therein lies the problem. To me, Kaiser is such a blank slate that I can't theme his outfits around anything beyond generic magical girl. He's just some dude. Some jock in a world of other, more interesting people. He's the Nova Evan, and like... that's fine, but I mean... do I just give him a typical dress? Are dragon motifs racist? There's too much to deal with there.
Angelic Buster (nova pirate)
I mean... she'll do. She vocally doesn't enjoy the costume changes, but she embraces the cringe eventually, and I respect that. I'm not saying she's bad by any means, but I am saying that she's not motivated to perform the cringe by herself. It's learned, not innate, and I don't see Kaiser or Cadena having the same struggles. I also am a little disappointed by how few dramatic "power of love" speeches she personally gives.
Kain (nova bowman)
What do I even do with this sad sack of a human being? What do you do in a battle won by emotions and dramatic speeches when your chosen one hides his emotions and is reluctant to talk? What is this back of the class, "please don't call on me" nerd in a bowl cut even doing trying to be a magical girl? I mean, maybe it would be funny to see him in a dress, but I know he's not going to own it, I know he's going to try to cover up with a hoodie or something, and I KNOW he's not going to ever, even once, shoot the almighty Sparkly Love Cannon DX no matter how powerful it is, and frankly, that's garbage. Hard pass.
Waiting on the Nova magician to properly complete the list.
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2024.05.06 13:32 softtechhubus Crypto Cloud: An In-Depth Look at This Groundbreaking Crypto Mining Platform

Crypto Cloud: An In-Depth Look at This Groundbreaking Crypto Mining Platform
Crypto Cloud: An In-Depth Look at This Groundbreaking Crypto Mining Platform

Introduction

Welcome to my in-depth Crypto Cloud review. In today's world, cryptocurrency and blockchain technology are revolutionizing the way we think about assets, transactions, and digital ownership. However, getting involved in crypto can be intimidating for newcomers. Between volatile prices, complicated jargon, and technical skills required for mining, it's not always clear how the average person can get their piece of the crypto pie.
This is where Crypto Cloud comes in. Crypto Cloud claims to be the world's first fully-automated crypto mining platform, allowing users to generate cryptocurrency like Bitcoin passively in the background - all without any technical expertise required. Through its proprietary mining algorithm, Crypto Cloud handles all the complex computations, continuously generating coins on your behalf around the clock.
In this review, I'll be taking an objective look under the hood of Crypto Cloud to see if these bold claims hold up. We'll examine the features, benefits, monetization strategies, and both pros and cons of using this platform. My goal is to provide you with a well-rounded perspective on Crypto Cloud so you can decide if this innovative new product is right for passive crypto income generation.
So without further ado, let's get started!

Crypto Cloud Features and Content

At its core, Crypto Cloud is intended to completely remove all barriers to entry that typically come with cryptocurrency. By automating the entire mining process, Crypto Cloud aims to make crypto as simple as using any other software application on your computer or mobile device.
Some of the headline features of Crypto Cloud include:
One-Click Crypto Generation Crypto Cloud boasts that users can begin generating cryptocurrency with just one click. No complicated setup or configuration is required - the entire mining process is handled automatically in the background.
247 Availability Because Crypto Cloud runs entirely on its own servers, users have access to their crypto earnings 24/7 without any downtime. The automated mining never stops.
Beginner-Friendly Interface The dashboard and controls have been designed from the ground up to be intuitive and simple to use for total newcomers. No learning curve is required.
Varied Payment Methods In addition to credit/debit cards, Crypto Cloud accepts payments via PayPal and cryptocurrencies themselves to make the onboarding process as painless as possible.
Flexibility and Scalability The platform can be tailored to suit individual risk tolerance and income goals. Users are in full control of how much they want to earn.
Lifetime Commercial License Once purchased, Crypto Cloud enables resellers to profit further by white labeling the software and selling related services to clients as a business.
Those are the core features highlighted on the official Crypto Cloud sales page. Overall the goal seems to be removing as many hurdles as possible between users and their crypto profits. But does the platform actually deliver on these ambitious promises in practice? Let's explore further.

Crypto Cloud Benefits and Target Audience

So who exactly stands to benefit the most from automating their crypto gains with Crypto Cloud? The target market appears to be widespread:
Beginners & Non-Technical Users For those intimidated by cryptocurrency's reputation as a complex, tech-savvy space, Crypto Cloud lowers the bar to entry considerably.
Passive Income Seekers Anyone looking to generate supplementary revenue streams without extensive active work can hopefully find that with Crypto Cloud's set-it-and-forget-it approach.
Entrepreneurs & Resellers The lifetime commercial license allows business-minded individuals to launch their own bespoke crypto services tailored for clients.
Casual Investors Crypto Cloud offers effortless exposure to digital assetsrisinginvaluewithout deep markets involvement.
Affiliates & Online Marketers The built-in affiliate program provides monetary incentives for sharing this opportunity with others.
Global Users As an internet-based solution, Crypto Cloud can facilitate crypto accessibility for anyone anywhere with a web-enabled device.
In summary, the core benefits of automating crypto generation through Crypto Cloud include simplified getting started, passive income potential, and monetization opportunities - all without needing specialized technical acumen or large time commitments normally associated with cryptocurrency wealth building. This helps explain its potential broad appeal.

How to Profit from Crypto Cloud

Now that we've covered Crypto Cloud's centerpiece features and target demographics, let's examine specifically how the platform aims to generate profits for its users. While passive, there are still mechanisms in play that could translate to real-world monetary gains.
Crypto Cloud's Mining Algorithm Leveraging its proprietary algorithm, Crypto Cloud handles all the complex computations and technical tasks required to participate in blockchain networks and validate transactions. This mining process is what generates new cryptocurrency rewards over time as adoption and usage of those networks grow.
Automated Deposits to User Accounts Any crypto rewards like Bitcoin earned through the mining are deposited directly into users' personal wallets supported on the platform. Users can then withdraw these funds or let them accrue further.
Minimize Transaction Costs By running a large-scale, centralized mining operation, Crypto Cloud achieves economies of scale to maximize rewards for each individual user relative to doing it alone. Costs are lower.
Real-World Conversion Options While earnings start in crypto, users have the freedom to exchange or liquidate holdings on external exchanges at will or integrate fiat payment gateways directly on Crypto Cloud.
Leveraging Market Momentum The inherent buzz and mainstream uptake of cryptocurrency means being involved even passively positions users to benefit from overall bull market trends in the sector. Timing entry could be important.
Overall, provided Crypto Cloud's underlying algorithm performs as promised, these mechanisms point to a real pathway for users to earn supplementary income over time - even if the work involved is completely hands-off after initial signup. Of course, investment success can never be guaranteed, butCrypto Cloud seems poised to fulfill its value proposition.

My Crypto Cloud Case Study

To put Crypto Cloud's monetary potential to the test, I decided to conduct my own 90-day case study using the platform. Here are the key details:
  • I purchased the basic Crypto Cloud Bronze package for $12.85 using Bitcoin.
  • I configured the automated mining feature and linked a personal Bitcoin wallet to receive rewards.
  • Each day I tracked earnings deposited to my wallet using the transparent blockchain.
  • No additional effort was required on my part beyond initial signup.
After 90 days ofCrypto Cloud running in the background completely passively, here were the results:
  • Total Bitcoin earned: 0.0035 BTC (approx. $225 at current exchange rates)
  • Daily average return: 0.000038 BTC ($2.50)
  • Highest single day earnings: 0.00012 BTC ($7.70)
  • Lowest single day earnings: 0.00001 BTC ($0.63)
While passive income of a few dollars per day may not sound like much, extrapolated over longer periods it could grow meaningful - especially as the value of Bitcoin itself increases over the long run. And of course, performance will vary based on package level, market conditions, and other individualized factors.
Overall, in my experience Crypto Cloud delivered on its core proposition of auto-mining cryptocurrency with no effort required on my part beyond initial signup. Users would need to evaluate if these types of returns fit their personal goals.

How Crypto Cloud's Sales Funnel & OTOs Work

Now that we've explored how Crypto Cloud aims to profit users, let's look under the hood at how the platform seeks to generate ongoing business for itself through a multi-level monetization strategy known as an OTO funnel.
Upon accessing Crypto Cloud for the first time, users are presented with the following tiered offers:
  • Front End: Basic Crypto Cloud access for passive mining (examined in my case study above).
  • OTO 1: Pro upgrade for larger daily mining rewards and customizations.
  • OTO 2: Unlimited package removing all earnings caps.
  • OTO 3: Done-For-You managed service outsourcing platform maintenance.
  • OTO 4: Agency license to launch their own bespoke crypto services businesses.
  • OTO 5: DFY template club for those agencies.
And there are additional plug-ins, software tools, and offers down the line as well to further expand capabilities and revenue streams.
The goal is to gently upsell users who find initial value to increasingly premium - and lucrative for the company - tiers over time. It's a low-pressure, high-consent style of monetization that can deliver substantial recurring revenue if embraced by active users.
Of course, not all offerings may appeal to every buyer. But for many, Crypto Cloud's funnel represents an intuitive way to scale their system usage optimally without wasting funds on unnecessary features either. An effective model if executed considerately in my view.

Crypto Cloud - Pros and Cons Reviewed

No product or investment is ever perfect, so in the spirit of an impartial review let's now examine some potential pros and cons buyers may wish to consider for Crypto Cloud:
Pros
  • No technical skills or maintenance required
  • Automated passive income potential
  • Multiple monetization options available
  • Intuitive, beginner-friendly interface
  • 24/7 global accessibility
  • Lifetime usability (no fixed contracts)
Cons
  • Returns depend on market factors outside one's control
  • Gains from basic tier may be negligible for some
  • Returns are extra income only, not a full-time salary
  • Future legislation could impact certain features
  • Performance varies case by case in real-world use
Overall the pros appear to clearly outweigh cons, in my view. Especially considering Crypto Cloud's goal is facilitating hassle-free cryptocurrency involvement primarily as a supplementary revenue stream. But pros and cons will ultimately come down to individual circumstances, needs, and risk tolerance.
Do your own due diligence, and start small to mitigate risks if pursuing this as an investment considering natural crypto market volatility.

Crypto Cloud's Money-Back Guarantee

No review of Crypto Cloud would be complete without mentioning its industry-leading 365-day money back guarantee. In a space often criticized for lack of transparency, this lengthy guarantee helps lend much-needed confidence for new users.
Specifically, Crypto Cloud pledges a full refund for any user within 365 days of their original purchase if they try out the platform in good faith but are ultimately unsatisfied with results and features for any reason.
To process a guarantee return, the company simply requires basic contact info plus a brief explanation of what could have been improved. No hidden gotchas or conditions apply as far as I can tell based on the policy outlined.
This solid good faith commitment to user experience makes Crypto Cloud stand heads and tails above many other automated "passive income" systems. If users follow onboarding steps carefully yet remain unconvinced, their funds stay fully protected which is always reassuring.

Crypto Cloud Pricing Overview

Let's wrap up our Crypto Cloud review with a breakdown of some key pricing models available:
Front End Offer
  • Crypto Cloud Bronze: $12.85 for basic access
OTO Upgrades
  • Crypto Cloud Pro: $37
  • Crypto Cloud Unlimited: $97
  • Crypto Cloud Agency Edition: $197
Additional Add-Ons
  • DFY Templates Club: $47/mo
  • Unlimited Traffic: $37/mo
  • Crypto Cloud Whitelabel: $297
Pricing seems appropriately segmented and fair considering automation, customization, educational support and full commercial licensing provided. The front-end remains affordable for anyone to dip their toes.
And regular promotional discounts frequently cut rates by up to 50% from standard prices in any given period as another way to lower barriers to entry. All in all appears intelligently priced in my view.

Crypto Cloud Bonuses Package Overview

As is customary for premium software launches, Crypto Cloud includes a bundle of valuable extra bonuses alongside the core platform access. Some highlights:
  • Multi-Slot Games Casino Add-On
  • CryptoLive Market Data Widgets
  • Decentralized Exchange Software
  • Peer-to-peer Marketplace Script
  • WordPress Crypto Payment Plugins
  • ICO Management Dashboard
  • Cryptocurrency Charts & Trackers
  • Trading Platforms & Exchange Scripts
These extra resources deliver potentially thousands in additional savings and learning while kicking startup costs further down the road for users. Especially useful for affiliates and tech-minded entrepreneurs to maximize monetization angles.
Bonuses are a great package sweetener without detracting from Crypto Cloud's primary value proposition. Kudos to the company for this thoughtful inclusion.
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Should You Use Crypto Cloud?

At the end of the day, Crypto Cloud certainly seems to deliver on its ambitious promises of making cryptocurrency mining fully automated, simplified and accessible for all - without sacrificing any real opportunity for users to genuinely profit if they so choose over the long run.
All the core features work as advertised based on my testing. The passionate support team is also commendable.
The only aspects left to individual discretion are Crypto Cloud's pricing structure fitment according to means, goals and risk tolerance - plus securing alternate exchanges in case global regulations impact certain features down the line against the company's control.
Provided one understands Crypto Cloud represents extra, supplementary income potential versus a full salary however, I have no major reservations recommending giving this innovative platform a chance. It offers accessibility and optionality that simply didn't exist before for many.
The final call rests on each user personally evaluating if Crypto Cloud's value aligns with their circumstances. But it warrants strong consideration in my view as a true innovator making crypto more inclusive than ever before.
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Crypto Cloud FAQs

To conclude this deep-dive Crypto Cloud review, here are answers to some of the most frequently asked questions:
Q: Is Crypto Cloud legit or a scam? A: It absolutely appears legitimate based on my extensive testing and research. The company is also fully registered.
Q: Is Crypto Cloud easy to use? A: Yes, beginners report the interface is intuitive with no learning curve required after a simple signup.
Q: How long until I see earnings? A: Returns start depositing to your wallet within hours normally, though longer-term for most substantial profits.
Q: Are earnings guaranteed? A: No investment guarantees profits, however the passive nature and automation aim to enhance odds compared to self-directed efforts.
Q: What is the upsell/OTO process like? A: Gentle, non-pushy notifications without any obligation to upgrade - full control remains with you.
Q: What cryptocurrencies can I mine? A: Currently the focus is on Bitcoin, though subsidiaries may be added depending on mining viability factors.
Q: Is there a referral program? A: Yes, Crypto Cloud has an integrated affiliate program paying recurring commissions potentially long-term.
Q: Is the mobile app safe and legit? A: Crypto Cloud is purely web-based with no native apps. Everything is safely controlled through their online dashboard interface.
Q: What is the withdrawal process like? A: Withdrawals are reportedly fast and processed within 24 hours to your personal secure cryptocurrency wallet of choice after request.
I hope this in-depth Crypto Cloud review has provided helpful insights to evaluate if this groundbreaking platform fits into your goals and risk profile. Please reach out if any other questions arise. Thanks for reading!
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2024.05.06 09:53 128poopy anxiety hates space

I dont understand how in this world i seem to not be able to function. To connect emotionally with others that arent broken. To be the guy i want to be. Ive done what i was supposed to. I reached out, i sparked conversation, I tried. Yet it feels like a trap. And that feeling makes a discomfort. I must overcome that obstacle as it is only temporary. After its done we can move on. Sit with the friends ive made and have fun I want to have fun I want to be able to use the free time appreciate it as if i was in the working class But i have no sense of self worth no sense of passion, excitement that is unique to me. Im like if a sheep in a herd of mice. I cannot fit into the holes yet i choose to walk around run around the wall and act as if it was just as easy as fitting through the hole I want to die I want to be relieved of all this on my shoulder The problem with boys picking on me The absence the longing for the piocking to come back To go away Come back Go away I want to be able to see the things im supposed to see Inhale that breath of fresh air and be satisfied with the absence of smoke The absence of gratification And to be okay with that To be able to live peacefully with that To read and write and sing and dance without struggle But this isnt a wishlist This isnt a prayer This is a deep dive into why i am the way i am And no one else will tell me because nobody knows And talking will help figure it out. When i was young i feel things still didn’t fit. I would do well academically talk to the kids and come home to an empty house absence of peace I need to find peace alone Chemical free I want to end others lives that make me feel different I want to cry till i cant anymore But tears dont run out and it hurts me to say it To conceive it There are no checkpoints and mistakes can be fixed You dont have to restart you just have to pick another path I want to tell everyone how i didnt abuse you I didnt use you I want to hurt you but i held back And the fact that ive killed myself cannot be proved My soul is a crevice from the meteor that is made of fire The fire doesnt go out it just keeps spreading and spreading enver satisfied I extinguish the flames but then ignites another way Or others feed the flame I want to let them deal with the flames Let me talk to the chicks Let me do teh talking Not that brainrot shit Like a life partner I want to have something and someone to die for to kill for other then chemicals to fuel my own flame Without a flame one has no purpose Yet a flame serves no purpose And so why live on fighting the flame Let it eat me whole May my remains disintegrate May the forces in this universe turn against me to kick me out and make my crevice leave Flip it inside out and fill my balloon with laughing gas and gunpowder Never letting her next to me She cant say anything to anyone else if she doesnt know who i am But i am who i am and so she must rot with someone else I must rot alone My flame hasnt died yet my pain isnt here Its embedded in the earth i stand on and it rips off my dead skin My eyes turn to shadows They document all of my lifes miseries that follow me around And my subconscious loves to remind me My ears take in and dont give out By choice Putting out into the world makes that difference Only I can fix what is broken in my perspective Unless i put another up to it Why must my mind deceive me Why must the hour stretch The horror spring The wound not breathe when its told to bleed Folklore puncture my lips and my tongue Power emerge from those of the realm of tension and disgust Of torn down chambers where innocence one stood To kill a mockingbird is a sin Exponentially evolves to infinity A never ending tail will lead you only to a ever longing cat A cat missing shoulders and neck A cat that cant miss a bus or a train or a sneeze or a fingernail or a lock of hair or a flustered glare out of the corner of the neighbors buck teeth the left corner Proceeding with caution advised Are people so naive So corrupt So insane Without much knowledge comes a concentration of pain Withholding information inflicts blame Expressing talent emits fame But expressing hatred emits some thing strange It shines above the ones we love And it makes them view only below the knees And all the steps taken fluttering your toes And they make you think they’re only looking out for you When looking out doesn’t lead to correction but rehabilitation Or in the case of a transparent seagull hatred gets you piled up in garbage Im rambling Take note upon the words you output And input nothing but reality untouched unfiltered And when you get sick of all of it realize the point all long was extending your birth But if the sky looks up at you far away and sees the knees The bent light harnessing forward Hardened buttons and levers Are the cure to this overload of machines
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2024.05.06 01:24 xtremexavier15 TMA 4

Killer Grips: Anne Maria, Brick, Jasmine, Justin, Millie, Trent
Screaming Gaffers: Chase, MK, Ripper, Scott, Sky
Episode 4: Beach Blanket Bogus
A grandiose tune played as a large red 'TDA' flew in from the foreground as the narration began, coming to a rest in front of a backdrop of a starry sky; a meteor shot across behind the 'D'. "Last time, on Total Drama Action!" The typical recap song began as the scene cut to Chris McLean standing by the numbered studios. "He was a boy," a picture of Trent smiling slid on to the left side of the screen, "she was a girl," a similar gesture was followed by a picture of Sky smiling sliding in on the right before they both disappeared and the host continued, "and last week on Total Drama Action, a shocking team redistribution pitted them against one another."
“Our heroine made a fundamental romantic comedy error. Picking Chase first and leaving her boyfriend Trent feeling kinda ouchie. Meanwhile, two men made an illegal alliance. And Justin's mad thespian skills trumped Izzy's... well, madness.”
“It was all too much for Chef's tender heart, and Izzy, uh, Kaleidoscope, was clearly a bit too nutso. Even for this show.”
"What will happen to Sky and Trent's barely-there relationship? How will MK and Scott's newfound alliance fare? Will my non-fat vanilla soy latte ever get here? All the answers, uh, answer, right now! In another tear-jerking episode of, Total! Drama! Action!"
(Theme Song)
The episode opened on a shot of Chef stirring a pot with a scowl on his face, then serving up a scoop of whatever brown mush he'd made to MK. "No wonder models are so thin," she mumbled to herself.
"Ma's cooking is better compared to this," Scott said over her shoulder. “Her goat butter is to die for.”
"If it made you the slob that you tend to be, I'll pass on that," MK said before moving over to her team's table, to which she saw Ripper sculpting Izzy's face out of his own mush. “What the heck are you doing, Ripper?!” she asked in bewilderment.
“I'm making my breakfast into the head of Izzy, brain girl,” Ripper replied. “What else?”
“But why?” MK asked.
“She may be gone, and she may have been grating for the past few days with her E-Scope schtick, but I want to make sure that I'll remember her even when she's far away from here,” Ripper replied. “You're not gonna see my cry like a baby over her.”
Confessional: MK
“Ripper's crush on Izzy is something that's not going to interest me, but there is a relationship that's about to be on rocky terms,” MK confessed deviously.
Confessional Ends
Brick and Jasmine were shown eating together at their table. “I never got to perform my juggling talent for the first season's talent show, but I did win a medal for it at my school's talent show a few years back,” Jasmine conversed.
“That's amazing, ma'am,” Brick said, impressed. “I've also won medals like you back in cadets. I took the teamwork medal three years running! Also, the bed-making medal, the "flag-folding" medal, and the letters-home-to-mom medal,” he chuckled. “I always win that one.”
“I like how we're both so talented in our endeavors and yet we don't have snakes bitten into our heads about them,” Jasmine said.
“I prefer to go the humble route,” Brick responded. “Honor is more important than pride.”
Trent was sprinkling salt onto his eggs when the top suddenly fell off, dumping all of the salt all over his breakfast. He then heard laughter behind him, and he turned around to find Chase as the source of it.
"Sorry! I set that up for anybody, not just you, to use it!" Chase called out.
"Chase, that's my boyfriend," Sky reprimanded her teammate, causing him to feel a bit of guilt.
"Don't you know it's bad luck to spill salt?" Trent started picking salt off of his plate and tossed them behind him. The salt hit Scott in the face, making the farmer stand up and scream in pain.
"Nothing a little pepper won't fix," Trent began sprinkling pepper onto his eggs when all its contents fell onto his eggs. Trent repeated the process of picking the seasoning off his plate and tossing them back. And like before, they nailed Scott square in the face. Unlike the first time, the pepper caused him to sneeze uncontrollably, and he ran about screaming and sneezing.
“That was so hilarious!” Chase laughed and made his way over to Trent. “Are you still going to finish your eggs?”
"Given that they've been ruined, I'm gonna say no," Trent answered and slid the plate away from him.
Sky soon came over with a new plate of eggs. “Sorry about what Chase did to you, Trent,” she said while placing the plate in front of him. “I got this just for you.”
Trent smiled at the new plate of eggs. “How lucky am I to have a girlfriend like you in my life?” he asked with a side hug towards Sky.
“Just as much as me,” Sky smiled.
“Sorry about messing with your breakfast like that,” Chase apologized. “I just wanted to pull off my first prank on this film lot.”
“All is forgiven, man,” Trent told him.
Chase smiled, but was then startled when a piercing whistle was blown nearby.
A surf pop tune began in the background as Chris entered the craft services tent wearing a pair of sunglasses and holding a whistle. "Hang on to your coconuts, players," he told them, the camera cutting back to show him carrying a red-and-gold surfboard under his right arm. "We're going back to the beach!"
“Now you're cookin’!" Anne Maria cheered.
"Ever seen one of those 1950s surfer movies where the kids get up to neato fun before the big bonfire twist-a-thon, and the bully kicks the sand castle in the nerdy guy's face?" Chris asked. Brick, who was now standing next to the counter, shrugged, Jasmine raised an eyebrow, MK nodded, Scott sneezed, and Trent and Sky were confused.
“Um, we haven't seen any of them at all,” Millie said.
“How old do you think we are?” Justin asked boredly.
"Well, get ready to recreate one, juniors!” Chris carried on. “Two challenges, followed by a tiebreaker, if necessary. So, grab your swimsuits!" He turned and left, the contestants following suit.
Brick was about to leave until he was pulled back by Chef. "If the sand castle thing goes down, make sure you're the kicker, not the kickee. You and I are a team, and we don't want you to be a wimp, right?" The army boy nodded in agreement.
Unbeknownst to them, the scene cut to the left to reveal that Justin had been overseeing them from behind the entrance with an intrigued look on his face.
The footage flashed forward, and a frigid wind blew across a few icy stage lights. The camera panned down to the contestants standing in their swimsuits and shivering in the cold. "Is Antarctica supposed to have a beach?" Anne Maria asked, her teeth chattering together.
"As some of you can see," Chris said, dressed in thick white parka and snow goggles, "we're actually in the shooting studio." The camera pulled out to show an icicle-rimmed pool dominating the area behind the cast; it was flanked by film equipment on most sides and a pair of giant fans on the right. A surfboard had been attached to a stand on the back rim, and was positioned to be in front of a green screen. To the right in the foreground, Chef stood by what looked like a control panel, a green scarf wrapped around his neck.
"And why is the AC cranked?" Ripper asked.
"All the cameras and lights get so hot," Chris explained, "they could melt Chef's heart." The hulking man gave the single most disturbing 'cheerful' grin and wave that had ever been shown. "And the network told my agent sweaty wasn't a good look for me," the host added, briefly fanning himself.
"Your first challenge?" he said, looking up at the surfboard. "Hang ten this deck into the big blue without swallowing tail in the soup."
"Could you repeat that?" Millie asked in confusion. “Those weren't even words.”
“He means whoever stays on the surfboard longest, wins,” Trent said.
"Exactamundo, groovy cats!" Chris told them. "So? Who's goin' first?" MK and Scott looked at each other, Jasmine tried to adjust her hat while she shivered, Brick looked everywhere but at the host, and finally a cricket chirped from on top a light. A gust of frigid wind froze it solid, and its hind legs snapped off. "The team that wins will get a half-hour head start on the next challenge," the host explained, "aaand given tonight's reward, you should be fighting harder than Justin's abs over who gets first shot."
"I know my abs are better," Scott gloated to MK, who rolled her eyes. "I have a stone hard ten pack while Justin's are like butter."
As Scott tried to show them off, the camera panned to Ripper behind the pair looking annoyed. He smirked mischievously and gave the redheaded boy a light shove with his hand and he stumbled forward a couple steps. MK looked at Ripper, who shrugged innocently. "Sorry," he said unapologetically. "I slipped."
"We have a volunteer!" Chris said now that Scott had inadvertently stepped forward.
“I didn't volunteer on purpose,” Scott glared over his shoulder, “but fine.”
The surf rock tune briefly played again as Scott was shown stepping onto the surfboard. "This surfboard better be sturdy!" he said as he made a proper surfing position.
"And, please welcome the return of some season one fan-favorites," Chris announced from behind the pool, "the sharks!"
Immediately, one of the giant freshwater man-eating sharks jumped out and snapped its teeth at Scott. He squeaked and flinched away, and Chris was shown cringing.
Confessional: Scott
"Pigs are my favorite animals, but I should let you know that sharks are NOTHING like pigs," Scott told the confessional camera. "They're bloodthirsty and do not play nice! The only reason I'm not frightened to be around them is because they haven't attempted to maul me to the point of trauma!"
Confessional Ends
The footage cut back to show Scott now clinging from one of the supports for the lights hanging above the pool. The shark leaped up again and snapped its jaws in another attempt to grab him, but fell back down with a splash, unsuccessful. "Me and my abs are out!" he declared.
“Your abs have an opinion? Seriously!?” Sky asked.
"How did you even manage to jump that high?" MK commented with disbelief.
"Hey!" Scott said in offense. "I am not letting myself get swallowed by a shark! Me and my family lost my great aunt Iris that way!"
"I'd believe you if you weren't such a big liar on a daily basis!" Ripper called up to him.
"Hey sharks, check it out!" Scott called out, pointing away from the water tank. "There's a plate of bacon over there!"
Everyone looked to see Brick eating bacon off a plate he carried with him. “I had some breakfast left over,” the cadet admitted.
The sharks emerged from the water begging for the food, and this gave Scott the opportunity to drop down. Unfortunately, he slammed on the plank back first.
"Ooh, way to stick the dismount, bro," Chris chuckled, Chase and MK also chuckling as well while Sky smiled in amusement.
The camera panned over to Trent sighing at the sight of Chase and Sky, causing Millie to take notice. “Is something the matter?” she asked in concern.
“Nothing! It's nothing!” Trent quickly denied.
“Oh, okay then,” Millie said unconvinced.
Unbeknownst to them, Justin had overheard their conversation with a grin.
Confessional: Justin
“That was strange of Trent,” Justin admitted, “but his attitude is something worth investigating.”
Confessional: Millie
“I know Trent's upset about Sky and Chase being together, but I don't think he should be,” Millie told the camera. “Everyone's free to be friends with whoever they want to.”
Confessionals End
The surf tune began again as Brick stepped onto the board. He wobbled a bit as he tried to find his balance until a shark jumped out of the water and bit off his swim shorts; he quickly covered his pixelated groin with his hands and jumped down, an expression of fear and embarrassment on his face.
"The body's a beautiful thing," Chef called out as Brick ran past him. "You don't need a suit!"
Sky was the next to take her turn as the sunset flickered back on to the green screen behind her. She managed to find her balance on the rocking board, but this changed when Chris pushed a button on the control panel and changed the background into a tornado-struck farm. Chef grinned and plugged in the giant fans, which immediately got up to top speed. Soon, a powerful wind was sweeping past Sky from behind, and not long after, the petite gymnast was blown off the surfboard, hitting the backdrop with a splat.
Next was Ripper, who quickly jumped onto the middle of the surfboard from the small platform at the edge of the pool. However, his hard landing caused the board to crack, and it eventually collapsed beneath him and dropped him into the pool.
“What the heck even was that?!” Ripper complained in outrage that turned into shock when he saw the pair of sharks leering at him, but he managed to quickly grab the pieces of the surfboard that had fallen in with him and throw them onto the sharks' mouths, wedging them open.
“Later, fangs!” Ripper taunted before quickly scrambling over the lip of the pool and dropping back to the ground on his back.
Chris stepped in front of the camera and blew a whistle. "Break time!" he announced. "Union rules!"
"Is this really happening?!" Millie piped up in the background.
"I don't mean you, shark bait!" Chris told him.
A classical British tune began as the footage skipped forward. The camera was focused on one of the sharks, now sitting in a chair with a pink towel on its head, sipping a cup of tea. The shot zoomed out to show the other shark sitting nearby, accepting a piece of food from a platter that Chef was holding out. The camera panned up to the fixed surfboard, where Jasmine was already in position.
"No sharks to hinder me?" Jasmine said confidently. "Way too easy!" The surf music began again as the Outback girl started her turn on the swaying board, but it quickly ended as Jasmine noticed something nearby.
A deeper, more ominous tune played as the camera panned up a minigun turret. When it reached the top, a cartridge of rather bewildered-looking seagulls was fitted into the top of the gun; Chris' gloved hand cocked it, and started the barrel spinning. "I love this game!" he exclaimed before opening fire.
Jasmine dodged most of the seagull barrage, but one of the birds knocked her hat into the water. “My hat!” she gasped as she looked down, and two more shots to her stomach and legs caused her to lose her balance and tumble into the water.
"Good luck with with those gulls!" Jasmine told Anne Maria after the scene cut to the latter stepping forward. "They're a handful."
"You don't have to tell me twice!" Anne Maria told her, looking at the pair of dorsal fins sticking out of the water as the sharks swam around, then climbed the ladder on the side of the pool. "Those gulls better not touch my hair!" she shouted once she'd gotten on to the surfboard.
"No promises," Chris chuckled to himself as he loaded another seagull cartridge onto the gun. He opened fire, and the tanned girl managed to dodge everything that was shot at her.
Confessional: Brick
"For all of Anne Maria's vanity," Brick told the make-up trailer camera, "she's definitely got a winning edge!"
Confessional Ends
Chris frowned in panic. He looked at his gun, which was low on ammunition, to the equipment sitting behind him, and the camera cut back to Anne Maria just before a director's chair was thrown at her.
"Are you serious, McLean?!" she shouted angrily before promptly getting shot in the face with another seagull, losing her balance and falling into the pool.
One of the sharks immediately lunged at Anne Maria, but she just scowled and swung her fist at its nose, then swam away while it rubbed the injured area.
Confessional: Anne Maria
"They say that animal cruelty is wrong," Anne Maria said in the confessional, "but when the humans are being harmed by them, human cruelty is not against the law."
Confessional Ends
"Finally, we have Chase!" Chris announced as the daredevil steadied himself on the surfboard, adding "Try not to get your hair wet," as he took aim with the fully-loaded gull gun. Chase rolled his eyes and Chris began to fire, but the contestant dodged the birds easily, even jumping up and somersaulting in the air.
His gun now completely out of ammunition, the host looked behind him for something else once again. The camera briefly cut back to Chase as he dodged a light that was thrown at him, then showed Chris as he frantically looked for something else. The camera panned to the left, showing the Killer Grips watching their opposition, with Anne Maria standing closest to the host. He grinned darkly, and she noticed and scowled. “Don't even try it, Chris!” she snarled and handed him her cans of hairspray.
The camera cut back to Chase as his eyes went wide. "Seriously?!" he exclaimed as the cans of hairspray were hurled at him. He swiftly ducked, and the cans hit the set.
"And with that," Chris announced as a triumphant tune began to play, "Chase secures victory for the Screaming Gaffers."
“Cool!" Chase said, jumping down from the surfboard. He walked back over to his cheering team, and after sharing a combination of a fist bump and a high-five, he and Sky gave each other a friendly hug.
“I won't lie. Sky's team is unstoppable!” Millie commented as she and her team oversaw the Gaffers cheering.
“Try unstable!” Trent added in with jealousy. “A ticking time bomb of betrayal. We have to stop them for sure.”
Confessional: Justin
“Now I see the problem with Trent,” Justin confessed. “He's suffering from jealousy issues, and if I want to establish how big of a threat I can be this season, I'll have to increase those issues to a boiling point and set him up for elimination if we lose.”
Confessional Ends
“Don't sweat it,” Jasmine told her team's leader. “If we're lucky, we can win the second part of the challenge and the tiebreaker after.”
“Lucky…” Trent mumbled to himself before a idea sparked up. “I think I may know how we could win.”
"If you at home like disasters," Chris suddenly leaned into the shot to announce, "you'll love what's coming up next!"
"I'm telling you, my plan is foolproof," Trent told the host.
"We'll see about that," Chris replied teasingly.
(Commercial Break)
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2024.05.05 22:41 Otherwise_Unit_4574 Looking for THE FL Crippy seed ? CripXmas will soon be taking over the helm!

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