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Bolerium Books – The San Francisco Bookstore Where the Revolution Ends up – By Lucy Schiller
2024.05.16 05:11 tristanfinn Bolerium Books – The San Francisco Bookstore Where the Revolution Ends up – By Lucy Schiller
There is great benefit, these days, in having a name unlike any other: you float to the top of Google searches. Bolerium Books, in San Francisco, knows this well, although it wasn’t a consideration when it first opened, in 1981. Bolerium’s co-owner, John Durham, runs through any number of explanations for the name, depending on whose leg he wants to pull and how hard. “It was an ancient road in Roman times,” he intoned recently, “large, funny, and sluggish,” while another co-owner, Alexander Akin, roundly mouthed, “Not true.” (The word is a Roman one for Land’s End, in Cornwall, England. The bookstore was once a bit closer to the ocean.) Fittingly, there is no other place like Bolerium, not on the Internet nor in the province of the real. Similes come steadily, none of which really seem to fit. Perhaps Durham’s is best. “We’re like a platypus,” he told me recently, “ugly as fuck and all sorts of parts.”.
This moment of serious American protest against Trump has led to one of Bolerium Books’ best sales years ever.Photograph by Thor Swift / NYT / Redux.
At last count, the store contained 67,385 single titles in stock. Estimates of the time that has elapsed since the last deep cleaning ranged from a jokey “twenty years ago” to a hemming “define ‘clean.’ ” “Nature abhors a vacuum,” Durham quickly noted. A store map gestures at the sheer amount of stuff, with sections labelled as “Reef of Flotsam” or “Onset of Confusion” (right by the entrance), or, in one cramped corner, “Hell.”
The semi-barbed humor protects something serious and deeply essential. Few people walk in (“the door is locked to keep out the unworthy,” Durham wrote in response to a negative Yelp review, though he made sure to mention the password, “swordfish”). Those who do manage to enter find, three floors above one of the Mission District’s busiest intersections, a vast and quiet space populated by seven staff members, thousands of books about and from social movements, densely packed rows of pamphlets and ephemera, and, in the adjacent storage room, great snowbanks of paper. These snowbanks, or “midden heaps,” as Durham calls them, are from attics, basements, personal archives, and libraries across the country. They have all been sold or donated to Bolerium. In them, evidence of the past is to be found, possibly reckoned with, and then, hopefully, sold.
From Bolerium’s snowbanks have come copies of On Our Backs (a lesbian erotic magazine put out in response to the anti-pornography publication Off Our Backs), century-old postcards of pacifist Doukhobors protesting in the nude, intricate Black Panther posters and handbills, an issue of Lumberjack (“with appendix on musical saw”), and the famous inter-commune Kaliflower newsletters from early-nineteen-seventies San Francisco. But with a staff so expert that they can translate a Mongolian treatise on traditional Oirat law using a handmade cheat sheet, classifications like “famous” and “obscure” begin to blur. So do “past” and “present.” Rather than a platypus, maybe the store is more like an estuary: the disparate holdings mingle, rolling in and out according to murky tides. (If you visit the Web site and browse the digital catalog by date, the tides begin to feel more explicable; one week, for example, carries a huge wave of Alan Watts-related material. The next week brings a crush of gay romance novels.) At Bolerium, for better and worse, you can wade around in what Durham calls “the primary source material for history.”
Here is an 1838 publication by the American Anti-Slavery Society and a brochure arguing for the Equal Rights Amendment. A pamphlet from a 1928 speech by Marcus Garvey sits not far from a publication on “incidents in the Life of Eugene V. Debs” written by his brother, Theodore (once, before an important speech, a piece of barbed wire tore “a great rent in [Debs’s] trousers . . . the flap of which hung down like the ear of a Missouri houn’ pup”). Among many other small, sheeny pins is a button from the 1990 AIDS Walk in San Francisco. Here are fliers that passed from hand to hand at protests, meant to convince, assuage, and inflame, and here’s a lump of coal from a miners’ strike in Alabama with tiny chicken-scratch wording: “never forget.” Notably, this year of serious American protest has been the store’s best sales year ever.
Not marked on the map is that other part of American history that has, this year and every other, raged—a section that Durham loosely calls “the White Problem” and keeps behind the locked door of a different room altogether. Accessible to scholars and those who know to ask, the spindly bookcases contain titles like “Gun Control Means People Control” and “Fluoridation & Truth Decay,” as well as several publications by the John Birch Society. “You can’t understand American history without understanding the far right,” Durham told me. “What it’s done, its justifications, its tropes and idiocies.”
It was to the deepest corner of the storeroom that the archivist Lisbet Tellefsen was drawn one afternoon. (Tellefsen visits Bolerium as a “treasure hunter,” and has amassed the largest collection of Angela Davis-related material in the world.) One time, she idly tugged out an issue of The Bayviewer, a magazine that once served the historic black neighborhood that James Baldwin characterized as “the San Francisco America pretends does not exist.”
.
The magazine fell open to a page bearing the face of Tellefsen’s father, whom she had not seen since she was two, in an advertisement for his Oldsmobile dealership. That led to an ongoing saga of tracking down half-siblings and cousins found on Ancestry.com. “There is so much history there,” Tellefsen told me. She visits Bolerium once a month, wary of buying back her own consigned material. “It’s so rich with connections. We have an understanding of history, but places like that hold so much.” Bolerium’s official motto, “Fighting Commodity Fetishism with Commodity Fetishism since 1981,” does not quite distill the feeling of holding some of these discoveries between your fingers, or explain the way that ephemera can work to vivify history, very often through its ordinariness. A bit of light browsing recently unearthed a flier from a class reunion of Florida’s first accredited African-American high school, as well as an Electrolux manual from 1933 listing Pope Pius XI as a famous customer.
But history is ongoing, and the present moment needs its collectors. During the Occupy Movement, the store paid a dollar for each flyer or poster that people brought in, then put together a sweeping collection for the British Library. Holdings from contemporary social movements are fairly small, since so much planning, discussing, and arguing takes place on Facebook and Twitter. “Occupy was the last one to have lots of leaflets,” Akin told me, somewhat sadly. Currently, he is collecting material from what he calls the “shock-and-disbelief period” following the 2016 Presidential election. Only from “marinating in the sauce of time” do these things begin to accrue both value and interest.
.
Recently, in one snowbank, Akin found a sketch done in creamy pastel of a basalt mountain and drifting clouds. Tiny guard towers dotted the background. It was a drawing of the view from Tule Lake Segregation Center, the largest of the incarceration camps that held Japanese-Americans during the Second World War, and the one which held those people deemed by the government to be “disloyal.” The artist was a man named Tomokazu, surname unknown, who resided for over thirty-five years in Plumas County, California, before being imprisoned at Tule Lake. The piece of paper sat among countless others all bearing dispatches of one kind or another from the past, which is not a foreign country, really, but a place hovering just under our present, and made of paper and ink, buttons, and voices.
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This moment of serious American protest against Trump has led to one of Bolerium Books’ best sales years ever.Photograph by Thor Swift / NYT / Redux.
At last count, the store contained 67,385 single titles in stock. Estimates of the time that has elapsed since the last deep cleaning ranged from a jokey “twenty years ago” to a hemming “define ‘clean.’ ” “Nature abhors a vacuum,” Durham quickly noted. A store map gestures at the sheer amount of stuff, with sections labelled as “Reef of Flotsam” or “Onset of Confusion” (right by the entrance), or, in one cramped corner, “Hell.”
The semi-barbed humor protects something serious and deeply essential. Few people walk in (“the door is locked to keep out the unworthy,” Durham wrote in response to a negative Yelp review, though he made sure to mention the password, “swordfish”). Those who do manage to enter find, three floors above one of the Mission District’s busiest intersections, a vast and quiet space populated by seven staff members, thousands of books about and from social movements, densely packed rows of pamphlets and ephemera, and, in the adjacent storage room, great snowbanks of paper. These snowbanks, or “midden heaps,” as Durham calls them, are from attics, basements, personal archives, and libraries across the country. They have all been sold or donated to Bolerium. In them, evidence of the past is to be found, possibly reckoned with, and then, hopefully, sold.
From Bolerium’s snowbanks have come copies of On Our Backs (a lesbian erotic magazine put out in response to the anti-pornography publication Off Our Backs), century-old postcards of pacifist Doukhobors protesting in the nude, intricate Black Panther posters and handbills, an issue of Lumberjack (“with appendix on musical saw”), and the famous inter-commune Kaliflower newsletters from early-nineteen-seventies San Francisco. But with a staff so expert that they can translate a Mongolian treatise on traditional Oirat law using a handmade cheat sheet, classifications like “famous” and “obscure” begin to blur. So do “past” and “present.” Rather than a platypus, maybe the store is more like an estuary: the disparate holdings mingle, rolling in and out according to murky tides. (If you visit the Web site and browse the digital catalog by date, the tides begin to feel more explicable; one week, for example, carries a huge wave of Alan Watts-related material. The next week brings a crush of gay romance novels.) At Bolerium, for better and worse, you can wade around in what Durham calls “the primary source material for history.”
Here is an 1838 publication by the American Anti-Slavery Society and a brochure arguing for the Equal Rights Amendment. A pamphlet from a 1928 speech by Marcus Garvey sits not far from a publication on “incidents in the Life of Eugene V. Debs” written by his brother, Theodore (once, before an important speech, a piece of barbed wire tore “a great rent in [Debs’s] trousers . . . the flap of which hung down like the ear of a Missouri houn’ pup”). Among many other small, sheeny pins is a button from the 1990 AIDS Walk in San Francisco. Here are fliers that passed from hand to hand at protests, meant to convince, assuage, and inflame, and here’s a lump of coal from a miners’ strike in Alabama with tiny chicken-scratch wording: “never forget.” Notably, this year of serious American protest has been the store’s best sales year ever.
Not marked on the map is that other part of American history that has, this year and every other, raged—a section that Durham loosely calls “the White Problem” and keeps behind the locked door of a different room altogether. Accessible to scholars and those who know to ask, the spindly bookcases contain titles like “Gun Control Means People Control” and “Fluoridation & Truth Decay,” as well as several publications by the John Birch Society. “You can’t understand American history without understanding the far right,” Durham told me. “What it’s done, its justifications, its tropes and idiocies.”
It was to the deepest corner of the storeroom that the archivist Lisbet Tellefsen was drawn one afternoon. (Tellefsen visits Bolerium as a “treasure hunter,” and has amassed the largest collection of Angela Davis-related material in the world.) One time, she idly tugged out an issue of The Bayviewer, a magazine that once served the historic black neighborhood that James Baldwin characterized as “the San Francisco America pretends does not exist.”
.
The magazine fell open to a page bearing the face of Tellefsen’s father, whom she had not seen since she was two, in an advertisement for his Oldsmobile dealership. That led to an ongoing saga of tracking down half-siblings and cousins found on Ancestry.com. “There is so much history there,” Tellefsen told me. She visits Bolerium once a month, wary of buying back her own consigned material. “It’s so rich with connections. We have an understanding of history, but places like that hold so much.” Bolerium’s official motto, “Fighting Commodity Fetishism with Commodity Fetishism since 1981,” does not quite distill the feeling of holding some of these discoveries between your fingers, or explain the way that ephemera can work to vivify history, very often through its ordinariness. A bit of light browsing recently unearthed a flier from a class reunion of Florida’s first accredited African-American high school, as well as an Electrolux manual from 1933 listing Pope Pius XI as a famous customer.
But history is ongoing, and the present moment needs its collectors. During the Occupy Movement, the store paid a dollar for each flyer or poster that people brought in, then put together a sweeping collection for the British Library. Holdings from contemporary social movements are fairly small, since so much planning, discussing, and arguing takes place on Facebook and Twitter. “Occupy was the last one to have lots of leaflets,” Akin told me, somewhat sadly. Currently, he is collecting material from what he calls the “shock-and-disbelief period” following the 2016 Presidential election. Only from “marinating in the sauce of time” do these things begin to accrue both value and interest.
.
Recently, in one snowbank, Akin found a sketch done in creamy pastel of a basalt mountain and drifting clouds. Tiny guard towers dotted the background. It was a drawing of the view from Tule Lake Segregation Center, the largest of the incarceration camps that held Japanese-Americans during the Second World War, and the one which held those people deemed by the government to be “disloyal.” The artist was a man named Tomokazu, surname unknown, who resided for over thirty-five years in Plumas County, California, before being imprisoned at Tule Lake. The piece of paper sat among countless others all bearing dispatches of one kind or another from the past, which is not a foreign country, really, but a place hovering just under our present, and made of paper and ink, buttons, and voices.
https://xenagoguevicene.wordpress.com/2020/08/12/bolerium-books-the-san-francisco-bookstore-where-the-revolution-ends-up-by-lucy-schiller-the-new-yorker-20-sept-2018/
2024.05.15 18:58 -PsychologicalLow828 27 [F4R] USA #online - Looking for interesting humans to be friends with!
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Ok so meee: I am a Pisces sun, Libra rising, and Aqua Moon. I have a cat (pretty please send me pictures of your animals,) and a wife ! Fact about me: I am never bored! I always have something to do or want to do at all times. Life just truly isn't long enough. Motto: I'll try anything twice. : P I love everything cute, cats (once again, please send me pictures of your pets !!) coffee, reading, video games (Fortnite, Stardew, Sims, Cyberpunk 2077.) I love going to the movies, being in nature, and I am usually listening to music almost nonstop. My favorite artist is Grimes but I listen to everything/anything! I have been super into Deftones and heavy EDM recently!
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Ok so meee: I am a Pisces sun, Libra rising, and Aqua Moon. I have a cat (pretty please send me pictures of your animals,) and a wife ! Fact about me: I am never bored! I always have something to do or want to do at all times. Life just truly isn't long enough. Motto: I'll try anything twice. : P I love everything cute, cats (once again, please send me pictures of your pets !!) coffee, reading, video games (Fortnite, Stardew, Sims, Cyberpunk 2077.) I love going to the movies, being in nature, and I am usually listening to music almost nonstop. My favorite artist is Grimes but I listen to everything/anything! I have been super into Deftones and heavy EDM recently!
Now telllll me about YOU! : " )
Once again, friendships only. Thank you!
2024.05.14 10:17 eefyjeff [Silly Limbus Company x Blue Archive Event Concept] "Office 68 Work File: Burning Love" (+ Fanmade IDs listed by me)
![[Silly Limbus Company x Blue Archive Event Concept]](https://b.thumbs.redditmedia.com/JPe5Tkd2zznTxLGlWLF3HnBrw0nFL0cyJI9_mBl3b4s.jpg "[Silly Limbus Company x Blue Archive Event Concept]") | This is a very silly (borderline stupid) idea that would be very unlikely to happen, but it's still very funny and I have to get it out of my system. submitted by eefyjeff to limbuscompany [link] [comments] Overall Synopsis: The event itself would take place in the backstreets of District 14, where the LCB would need to pass in order to enter the nest of N Corp. However, their journey was halted due to a very rampant Distortion activity known as "The Fox of Calamity". This Distortion is especially dangerous because not only that it has destructive pyrokinesis abilities, but also has a power to attract present syndicates member to join her cause just by witnessing the chaos she creates. Naturally, the LCD department has sent a warrant for LCB to suppress the Distortion, and also noted that due to their past of breaking an N Corp. taboo (see Distortion Detective), they couldn't be there to assist with this mission. Instead, they formed a contract with "Office 68", a well-known Office with the motto "Will do any jobs so long as the price is right", to aid them in LCD's steed. With all of the pieces in one place, truly, what could possibly go wrong! (everything) Event Flow: Just like most of the in-game Intervallo, this event plays out like normal (story wise), with the final boss being "Wakamo, the Fox of Calamity", which can switch from her humanoid form to her full Distortion under a certain HP gauge. However, instead of the usual "grind event materials to be traded with rewards" system, it will instead use a Raid Boss formula similar to the 3rd Walpurgisnacht. After completing the story, a Raid stage with varying difficulties is opened. The stage will cost Enkephalin Module to enter, and the goal is to deal as much as damage as possible in a limited number of turns. A full team death during raids will still be counted as victory. The boss fought in the raid will be the fully distorted Wakamo, which has a passive that prevents her HP from dropping below 1 and fully recovers HP + Stagger at the next turn start. The rewards gained will be divided into two: Grade threshold based, and cumulative points based. Grade threshold is based on your overall performance you did in a single raid (like C, B, A, S, S+, etc) and the rewards are claimed once for each grade (higher difficulties give more point multiplier, thus giving you a better final grade), while the cumulative one is based on the total points of all the raids you have done. Event-Exclusive IDs: [000] "Distortion: Fox of Calamity" Ryoshu (Extraction) Wakamo [000] "Office 68 Operator" Rodion (Extraction) Aru [00] "Office 68 Section Chief" Ishmael (Extraction) Kayoko [00] "Office 68 Chief of Staff" Don Quixote (Event Reward) Mutsuki Keep in mind that since this is a collab event, the listed IDs may not be available after the event ends. The banner lasts for the entire event duration instead of the usual two weeks time limit, and the extraction IDs can still be acquired from the dispenser (under the event tab of whatever season active currently), but will be removed after the duration ends. In short, better start grinding! SIDE NOTE: All the BA characters featured would be aged-up because I'm pretty sure you need to be 18+ to be a Fixer. Overall, that's enough brain rot for one day. Let me know what you think. (EDIT: Updated the effect of "Hemorrhage" as well as improving "Distortion: Fox of Calamity Ryoshu" kit) https://preview.redd.it/ykkchuxh0j0d1.jpg?width=2000&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=3b02165012b656cff9f5f802b700610877682e2a https://preview.redd.it/haj1bmyi0j0d1.jpg?width=2000&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=11879c7e5ea1e7d67a8afdb7e35817e439bfaf10 https://preview.redd.it/loag3abk0j0d1.jpg?width=2000&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=ee3a135c7594c849182df740fa99f008b9ec8d49 https://preview.redd.it/8nkbdfil0j0d1.jpg?width=2000&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=59e3abc175c8db142805bf682fa3ba53b013b83a |
2024.05.14 08:39 La_Villanelle_ TG: Please we need your help! Lady Tyrell: Get fucked
 | Imagine not having the full support of your overlord house AND your vassal houses. Lady Tyrell you will always be funny as fuck for that. submitted by La_Villanelle_ to HOTDBlacks [link] [comments] TG Motto: The risk I took was calculated but man am I bad at math. |
2024.05.13 03:05 strubisach UPDATE: OOP dodges a bride-shaped bullet. "The wedding hasn't even happened yet and everything's already a trainwreck"
I am not The OOP, OOP is u/lolfuckno.
This post was originally posted to weddingshaming.
There was already a BoRU post by u/autochthonouschimera, which didn't include the last update yet.
TRIGGER WARNING: cheating, child neglect, extreme entitledness, talk of abortion
MOOD SPOILERS: infuriating, confusing, frustrating
The new update at the bottom of this post has been marked with --- ---
EDIT/DISCLAIMER: FFS FOLLOW THE NO BRIGADING RULE = DO NOT COMMENT ON THE ORIGINAL POSTS LINKED IN BoRUs!! THIS OFC ALSO INCLUDES NOT TEXTING THE OOP DIRECTLY, NOT REPORTING THEM TO SUBS LIKE care AND NOT INCLUDING THEM IN THREADS AND DISCUSSIONS!! LEAVE THEM ALONE, THIS SUB IS MADE TO LURK AND GET SOME SPICY STORIES WITH CLOSURE, NOT TO HARRASS PEOPLE WHO ALREADY GOT ALOT OF INPUT THROUGH DIFFERENT SUBs!!
Original story was posted on December 7, 2021
Okay, so this girl I know from high school is getting married. We're both 22, for reference. In our senior year of high school she got pregnant, with baby daddy A who will be referred to as Adam. Her super conservative parents kicked her out and she ended up moving in with a friend's family. She barely graduated high school. The only reason she did were because of the generosity and support of our teachers and students who volunteered to help her, which is how we met. We were in the same law class in the morning and she had the worst morning sickness that really affected her ability to be in class. So, I took extra notes for her, tutored her, and brought her her stuff if she hadn't come back by the bell. I wasn't the only one who did stuff like this for her and I know she really appreciates all the assistance we gave her. She had the baby a month after we graduated.
She'd signed up for a 911 dispatcher course for after high school because where we live it's a good steady job, with opportunity for certificates and promotions. But she didn't realize how intensive the course would be and had to drop out. She started working at a grocery store bakery, just until she had a better plan. Adam started an apprenticeship while working part time at a hockey rink, and proposed to her literally the day of her eighteenth birthday, and brought up marriage because "it's the right thing to do" (I don't really agree with that but this isn't about me) and she was always refusing.
She started cheating on him after a while (we're all 19 now), and eventually leaves him for another guy because... She's pregnant again and it is far more likely that this guy, baby daddy B who will be referred to as Brad, is the father of the child. Neither of them can afford lawyers so getting any kind of custody agreement is a mess, and then their parents got involved and they did 50/50 split (still not made official). She has the baby, that does turn out to be Brad's, and everything is okay for about nine months, when she finds out Brad has been cheating on her with his TA. Brad decides to pay child support but doesn't really want contact with the kid, only around holidays and one weekend a month for his parents' sake.
She moves back in with her parents (we're all 20 now) who only accept her back because there's grandchildren around. On the plus side, (when she's 21) she gets to take that year long dispatcher course, and passes with flying colours!
After working as a dispatcher for a year (we're all 22 now) she meets a police officer we'll call Chad, who's 26 and married... And Adam's second (?) cousin (I can't remember how they're related, just that Adam and Chad are related somewhat distantly). She has an affair with him (infidelity is super common among cops apparently). She gets knocked up, his wife divorces him, Chad proposes because "it's the right thing to do", she accepts, and her parents kick her out again for being a [insert expletive here], she moves in with Chad with her two kids. They've started planning the wedding, which... Given the background is something akin to a dumpster fire. Adam is LIVID. He was desperately in love with this girl and hasn't really recovered from what she did to him, and while she rejected his proposals years ago, she's accepted one FROM HIS COUSIN WHO PROPSED FOR THE SAME REASON HE DID.
Adam has basically made a call for loyalty in the family, dividing everyone one who should go, who should give money, etc plus they're having trouble planning anything because of COVID. Her parents have outright said that they're not going, along with half of her family, and her younger sister has been going around and sabotaging what plans they can make.
She has asked me to be a bridesmaid, I said that I couldn't because I live in a different province now, but the truth is, I do not want to be wrapped up in that clusterfuck in any way . I'm just watching the arguments and events unfold on social media because this is quite honestly the most entertaining thing I've seen all year. It's weird to me that she even asked because we're not friends, we never have been. We were friendly strangers in high school, I just helped her out for one class because she needed help and I could give it to her. I was just being nice. But based on how she turned out I'm just sad for her. Three kids in four years, and she's alienated so much of her friends and family because if her actions, and I'm torn between feeling sorry for her and putting my head in my hands.
EDIT 1:
First off, all of your comments are hilarious. Second, I'm going to answer some of the common questions.
We're from a city with over 400,000 thousand people, she just comes from the neighbourhood that is made of either bible thumpers or white trash, with no in between. But the high school we went to was in a completely different neighbourhood than that.
Our school had a pretty good sex Ed course, and they gave out free condoms and had resources to help girls get birth control, and they had programs in place for if students ever got pregnant/were going to be teen parents (they also had one of those classes with the dolls for girls who were high risk at teen pregnancy but she wasn't high risk so she wasn't in that class) I don't if BC just didn't work for her, or if she never tried it.
She started alienating her friends after the affair with Chad came out, because people weren't exactly jumping for joy that she'd broken up a marriage (Chad and his ex didn't have any kids, thankfully, so there were less obstacles). When people weren't immediately ecstatic for her she started getting very snippy, rude, and was "calling the bitches out" on social media for not supporting her new relationship or pregnancy. (Tbh I'm really worried about her health because having this many babies so close together is just not good for her health, mental or physical.) People are also worried that Chad will cheat on her "if he'll cheat with you, he'll cheat on you" and think she should avoid marrying him so that she can just leave him if it happens.
I'll give you updates as they come out, but so far it's just a lot of yelling on social media (mostly from her), some relatives slut shaming her, and people who are just really worried about her because, as funny as this is, this doesn't seem like healthy behaviour.
EDIT 2:
First off, I realized I never gave this girl a name. For the sake of clarity we'll call her Beth. I realize that I didn't mention this before, but all of these are fake names.
Second, to everyone commenting that Chad is at fault for his marriage breaking up, believe me I'm well aware of that. It is his ex wife and her family/friends who solely blame Beth. Chad is also older than her and has more life experience, so I do believe that he could potentially be taking advantage of her naivete. However, she is also an adult who is capable of making her own decisions and has chosen to make poor ones in the past.
Third, people who are upset that I'm posting this story here, claiming I'm humiliating her. She has been posting about this mess on every social media platform she has since they got engaged in July. She put this out there long before I did except she did so in front of friends, family, employers, and coworkers, as well as internet randos.
Fourth, despite getting engaged in July and attempting to start planning then, I was only asked to be a bridesmaid three days ago. I knew that there was a mess going on but I didn't really pay attention to it until she asked me to be a bridesmaid. I tried to ask what was going on, I said that she should talk to someone, but when she completely brushed me off I checked her FB and Instagram and found out about all of... This.
Fifth, I realized that I didn't really talk about how disastrous the wedding planning has been going, see here you go:
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UPDATE:
Hey everyone, so some stuff has gone down, and it doesn't look like it's over yet. Sorry, I didn't update sooner, but Rona came back with a vengeance and totally messed up plans with uni and family. Anyway, onto the update.
From the last update - 16th - Lots of ranting and chaotic wedding planning on social media, she found a dress and has decided she will get married while pregnant, they found a local wedding venue that is very lovely, but I'm shocked she's still trying to book stuff with all of their previous venue cancellations.
December 16th - Her little sister unblocked her to call her a s*ut and tell her that all her wedding plans were stupid. This resulted in a petty and entertaining facebook war until the little sis blocked her again on the 17th.
December 18th - Beth went nuts on social media because Adam had "kidnapped" their daughter, what really happened is that because courts are moving at a snail's pace due to COVID and Adam had reason to believe that their daughter was not safe living with Beth he decided to just... Not give her back. They don't have a custody agreement, and when Beth tried to call the cops they couldn't do anything because he was kinda right. There were dozens of videos on her various social media accounts of her ignoring their daughter, yelling at her daughter for crying or doing other things that toddlers do, it turns out that everything she needed was bought by Adam, food, diapers, clothes, toys, daycare (while it was open) etc. on top of the unofficial child support he was paying every month (which turned out to be $500 a month, a number I find ridiculous because Adam was already paying for literally everything) because she refused to buy anything for her daughter and insisted it was Adam's responsibility. Additionally, after the immediate post-birth appointments, Beth never took baby A to a doctor's appointment, she always deferred that to Adam. Baby A's pediatrician has NEVER met Beth. Beth even tried to get Chad to push back or intimidate him or something, but the local police where we live are under one hell of a microscope after a bunch of dirty cops got busted a couple of years ago. Basically, the cops, and the social worker they ended up calling, ended up saying there was nothing she could do until they get to court. The social worker tried to get her to go to therapy and parenting classes, but Beth refused and went on a fifteen paragraph long rant on Facebook about how she doesn't need parenting classes or therapy (she really, really does though) and called the social worker some choice words.
December 19-24 - Just a bunch of ranting on social media, calling everyone who doesn't enable or justify her behaviour cuss words, slurs, and a whole bunch of other horribly creative things. Also, both she and Chad are under investigation at work now, but she has no idea why. I'm gonna take this time to remind everyone that 99% of this info is coming from her public social media pages where her coworkers are friends and place of employment is listed.
December 25 - I am officially embarrassed to know this woman. I didn't go on her FB page until the evening cause I didn't want to deal with drama, first thing in the morning, on Xmas. In the morning she put on a very beautiful blue maternity dress, got Chad in his police blues, and baby B in a purple romper, and then live-streamed her and her family going to the courthouse to get married on Christmas day. (According to her Twitter, part of this was because their newest venue cancelled on them after COVID numbers spiked) Overall, a pretty tacky thing in my opinion because she stated plain as day, several times, that she intended her wedding anniversary to eclipse Christmas for her children because it's just "so much more special, you know?" (I am so glad that Baby B's grandparents are filing for guardianship) But here's the thing... The courthouse isn't open. Because of COVID for one thing, but also because it's Xmas and Canada has a predominantly Christian history. She proceeded to have a full meltdown, and when Baby B cried because, y'know, the kid's mom was screaming up a storm and scaring her, Beth called her a c*nt. Yup. So done with this bitch.
December 28 - I ran into her at a vaccine clinic cause we were both getting our booster shots. She didn't recognize me at first but one of my old bosses (cause I used to work at the hospital the vaccine clinic was in) called my name and said hi, so she came up to me after my old boss had left. We talked a bit while we sat down for the mandatory waiting period after getting the shot. She asked how I was but didn't even wait for me to respond before she started ranting and complaining about her life. I was just going to sit there until the time was up and then just politely make my exit, but when she started talking shit about her kids something inside me snapped. I just said "Do you even like your kids? Do you like being a mom?" She got pretty quiet for a second and then said "no". Idk, her voice and demeanour completely changed and we just sat in silence until our time was up. I said goodbye but it was really awkward.
December 31st (today) - I just looked at her feed and, this is such a shocking what-the-actual-f*** moment. She's thinking about giving up her kids. She went on about how recently she was asked if she liked her kids or being a mom, and how she realized that she didn't. She hates her children and blames them for ruining her life, and how she doesn't want to be a mom. I mean, nothing is official yet, but what the hell?!
I'll update as stuff happens now that I have the time, but this whole thing has been a big giant mess. Also, sorry for any formatting or grammatical errors, I'm not used to using Reddit on my PC.
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UPDATE
Okay, so, some stuff has happened and most of it's good? Also, the TL:DR for this update will be at the bottom
Jan 4th - Beth (and Chad) stopped posting on all social media. I was actually a little worried she died, I mean this woman posts everything short of her trips to the bathroom on IG.
Oddly enough, this got people messaging or interacting with her social media pages because she was usually the one to start contact, and that contact was usually yelling. No one heard from them and some people started to be like "should we call the cops for a wellness check?" Until Chad posted a status saying that they're fine but are "busy, please stop trying to contact us right now". Everyone listened but it was weird.
Jan 11 - I got a notification that Beth and Chad are active on social media again, but I didn't feel like drama so I didn't check out any of their posts.
Jan 12 (today) - she messaged me on FB asking me to be her MOH. She also kept going on about the resort in Cancun that she and Chad were looking to have their wedding at... This coming February. Omnicrom is really bad where we are, so no one should be travelling anywhere. I've actually had to delay my trip back to the province where I go to university. No one should be travelling anywhere.
Beth also found out that Chad was cheating on her with one of her co-workers and called the woman a "homewrecker" on FB tagged her, and posted the texts she found on Chad's phone. But Chad is the "love of her life" so she's forgiven him, but not the other woman. Which I find very hypocritical, considering how she and Chad got together.
She also sent pics of possible bridesmaid dresses and they are the most hideous dresses I've ever seen. I know that some brides do that thing where they want to look a million times better by comparison but this was just ridiculous. One of them looked like a partially deflated balloon with feathers strapped to it. She also openly admitted that she expected everyone attending to pay 3k, 2k would go towards that guest's stay at the resort and 1k would go to her and Chad and they will expected wedding gifts, so that they could get their room for free. Apparently, she talked to someone at the resort and if she got enough people to book their rooms she and Chad would get theirs for free. She also wanted the money to be given to her instead of directly to the hotel so that people wouldn't realize that she was taking 1k of their money. Beth sent me a pic of the wedding dress she wanted, and it's definitely a clubbing dress. If that's what she wants that's fine (and for the record I do think she would look great in it, Beth's (current) dream wedding dress ) but she wants all the guests to be dressed black tie. And she's already sent a list of unreasonable requests. Such as;
I was also just kinda weirded out because aside from the previous convo at the hospital and when she originally asked me to be a bridesmaid, we haven't spoken since high school. So I respectfully declined, stating that the virus and school were my top concerns right now. Then, I decided to check her socials to see if she'd posted anything. She had and everything was basically how it was before the hiatus... Except her kids are nowhere to be found. No "look at my cute baby" pics are kids crying in the background of her videos. Nothing. Though, based on her new pics of herself, she's given birth to baby C. I mean, she's definitely still recovering, but she also definitely had a baby and that baby is not on any of her socials, so when she responded to my decline with an attempt at guilting me to be her MOH, I asked her where her kids were. This was her response.
"Oh, I left them at the side of the road in our way home from the hospital those moochers could walk home lol"
I was like, please tell me you're not being serious (especially cause it looks like she had the baby days ago). And she replied "I was just joking you shouldn't be so serious all the time". Honey, you made a joke about child abandonment/abuse, you're not being serious enough. And then I finally got the update on the kids.
After learning all this my convo with Beth started to go down hill...
Beth: wait, did you actually think I would just leave my kids at the side of the road! I just didn't want to be a mom, but I wasn't a bad one
Me: Beth, I think that you've been through a lot of trauma in the past few years, and that it's gotten to you mentally and that you should speak to a professional.
(Of course, Beth has been a bad mom, but she does need mental health help and I wasn't going to convince her to get it, or to not tell at me, if I said that )
Beth: what? You think I'm crazy?!
Me: no. I think that getting kicked out as a teen because of a pregnancy and having your family actively reject you and try to sabotage you must have been very painful. Plus, pregnancy puts a lot of mental stress on women and you've had three in such a short time span, I just want you to take care of yourself and get what you want in life, and I think that will start with you taking care of your mental health.
Beth: what I want... IS FOR YOU TO GO STRAIGHT TO HELL! Beth then calls me every cuss word, expletive, and derogatory word she can think of one of the words she called me was a derogatory word about people from my ethnicity and my blood is boiling that she thought it was okay to say that to me.
So, I'm now on her hit list. She's been blowing up my social media all day, on her last FB post where she called me a slur she said that she still expects a good wedding gift from me. Yeah, no. So I've blocked her on everything, and I've decided to completely cut off contact. This will be my last update.
TL:DR - Beth went on a social media blackout for a bit, had baby C. Gave up all her kids, baby A is still with Adam, Baby B and Baby C are with a mutual cousin of Adam and Chad and baby B's grandparents have access. Chad cheated on her and she forgave him, but she probably shouldn't have. She's decided to have her wedding in a little over a month in Cancun and is expecting unreasonable things of everyone already. She asked me to be MOH I respectfully declined. I also suggested that she talk to a mental health professional because she's been through a lot in the last few years and she cussed me out, she also called me a derogatory name directed at people of my ethnicity and that was the final nail in the coffin. I'm now on her hit list. But her kids are safe and I have no interest in going to wedding so I'm cutting contact completely and have already blocked her on all my socials. I'm refusing to be involved with her anymore and will not be updating on the situation.
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--- EDIT - NEW UPDATE --- - JANUARY 25, 2023 - TL:DR AT THE BOTTOM
Hi, everyone, I didn't think I would be making another update, but here I am. I don't know if anyone will even care but whatever. I saw a YouTuber, Charlotte Dobre, do an entire video about this post on Facebook (which was funny, she did it well), [editor's note: here's the video in question and also: check out Charlotte Dobre's subreddit !] and got so nervous that Beth was gonna see it. Turned out, she's seen it and does not give a single damn, because as I pointed out, the majority of the info in this post came from her public social media. She also doesn't know who posted it (more on that in the update). I am still no contact with Beth and have no plans to change that anytime soon, but we have mutual friends who have told and shown me what's happened.
First things first, she and Chad did get married, but they eloped. According to all sources they are completely and utterly miserable though. Chad has proven to be and overall lazy and unfaithful husband, and Beth has really gotten into feminism (with a focus on reproductive issues) after she started using birth control, and Roe v Wade getting overturned (even though we're in Canada) really caused tension in their marriage. As it turns out, Chad thinks that abortion is murder and God created women for the purpose of making babies.
Beth tried to argue that not all women want or should be mothers using herself as an example, and then Chad went ahead and used her as an example of why women should be forced to have kids, because in the end she gave kids to an infertile couple. She didn't take that well and said that her entire life and future was ripped away from her and destroyed the second she got pregnant with baby A. Adam was never slut shamed or demeaned like she was, both at home and at school (which is a fair point, myself and many others were helpful and supportive but there were a lot of people who judged the hell out of her and said really nasty stuff) and that if she hadn't gotten pregnant she would've gone to college or university because she lost the general and financial support of her family with that positive pregnancy test. Chad has made a Tinder account. Beth was informed but it doesn't seem like she gave a damn.
So basically you could cut the tension with a knife.
And with her family, her sister came out as gay and cut off/has been cut off from their parents. But she's got a partial scholarship so she's doing okay. She and Beth are NOT on good terms but have met up and acknowledged that their parents messed them up by being religious nuts and their parents encouraged them to be competitive with each other and sabotage each other. Apparently their dad's motto is "competition brings out the best in everyone" (ugh). But they've talked and that's good enough for now.
Neither Beth nor Chad have custody or visitation of their children, which Chad is starting to regret because he's suddenly getting more and more into the church and religion. Chad talked to Beth about getting baby C back but Beth shut that down hard and warned the cousin who adopted baby C (officially and legally btw).
Beth started going to therapy after she and Chad got married, which makes me very happy and excited for her.
There was a rumour going around that Chad has a mistress and it took me a while to confirm, but it's true. He's cheating on her with a paramedic and she knows. Beth is fully aware. Idk if she plans to do anything about it or just continue to ignore it, but I hope she leaves his ass. I'm still not gonna talk to her, she crossed so many lines, but she's grown and improved a lot and her life would be a lot better without that sac of scum in her life.
Now, I have given a few details in my post that should've revealed my identity to her, namely her asking me to be her MOH. I have found out that she actually asked around 15 girls (including myself) to be her MOH, without telling any of us about the others because she was trying to get money from all of us and because her mental health has just been very bad and she needed help. And of those 15, 8 have been going to school out of province and of those eight we all had basically the same classes in high school. And apparently doesn't remember our discussion at the vaccination clinic and had major blow up with everyone she asked to be MOH. So she knows it's one of 8 people and reportedly has no interest in trying to narrow that number down. (Chad did the same thing with his groomsmen, but idk any of the numbers)
TL:DR Beth and Chad got married (eloped), are miserable, have zero custody or visitation with any of their children, Chad's cheating and Beth doesn't appear to care, Chad is super sexist, Beth is a feminist now, Beth's sister is gay and they've talked but not reconciled, Beth asked too many girls to be MOH for money and doesn't know the ID of who made this post.
Dear "Beth", if this post gets forwarded to you or somehow graces your phone screen, leave Chad. He's trash and you'll be much better without him in your life. And though I'm not willing to talk to you again because of your words and actions, I do wish for you to have a wonderful and happy life.
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Original story was posted on December 7, 2021
Okay, so this girl I know from high school is getting married. We're both 22, for reference. In our senior year of high school she got pregnant, with baby daddy A who will be referred to as Adam. Her super conservative parents kicked her out and she ended up moving in with a friend's family. She barely graduated high school. The only reason she did were because of the generosity and support of our teachers and students who volunteered to help her, which is how we met. We were in the same law class in the morning and she had the worst morning sickness that really affected her ability to be in class. So, I took extra notes for her, tutored her, and brought her her stuff if she hadn't come back by the bell. I wasn't the only one who did stuff like this for her and I know she really appreciates all the assistance we gave her. She had the baby a month after we graduated.
She'd signed up for a 911 dispatcher course for after high school because where we live it's a good steady job, with opportunity for certificates and promotions. But she didn't realize how intensive the course would be and had to drop out. She started working at a grocery store bakery, just until she had a better plan. Adam started an apprenticeship while working part time at a hockey rink, and proposed to her literally the day of her eighteenth birthday, and brought up marriage because "it's the right thing to do" (I don't really agree with that but this isn't about me) and she was always refusing.
She started cheating on him after a while (we're all 19 now), and eventually leaves him for another guy because... She's pregnant again and it is far more likely that this guy, baby daddy B who will be referred to as Brad, is the father of the child. Neither of them can afford lawyers so getting any kind of custody agreement is a mess, and then their parents got involved and they did 50/50 split (still not made official). She has the baby, that does turn out to be Brad's, and everything is okay for about nine months, when she finds out Brad has been cheating on her with his TA. Brad decides to pay child support but doesn't really want contact with the kid, only around holidays and one weekend a month for his parents' sake.
She moves back in with her parents (we're all 20 now) who only accept her back because there's grandchildren around. On the plus side, (when she's 21) she gets to take that year long dispatcher course, and passes with flying colours!
After working as a dispatcher for a year (we're all 22 now) she meets a police officer we'll call Chad, who's 26 and married... And Adam's second (?) cousin (I can't remember how they're related, just that Adam and Chad are related somewhat distantly). She has an affair with him (infidelity is super common among cops apparently). She gets knocked up, his wife divorces him, Chad proposes because "it's the right thing to do", she accepts, and her parents kick her out again for being a [insert expletive here], she moves in with Chad with her two kids. They've started planning the wedding, which... Given the background is something akin to a dumpster fire. Adam is LIVID. He was desperately in love with this girl and hasn't really recovered from what she did to him, and while she rejected his proposals years ago, she's accepted one FROM HIS COUSIN WHO PROPSED FOR THE SAME REASON HE DID.
Adam has basically made a call for loyalty in the family, dividing everyone one who should go, who should give money, etc plus they're having trouble planning anything because of COVID. Her parents have outright said that they're not going, along with half of her family, and her younger sister has been going around and sabotaging what plans they can make.
She has asked me to be a bridesmaid, I said that I couldn't because I live in a different province now, but the truth is, I do not want to be wrapped up in that clusterfuck in any way . I'm just watching the arguments and events unfold on social media because this is quite honestly the most entertaining thing I've seen all year. It's weird to me that she even asked because we're not friends, we never have been. We were friendly strangers in high school, I just helped her out for one class because she needed help and I could give it to her. I was just being nice. But based on how she turned out I'm just sad for her. Three kids in four years, and she's alienated so much of her friends and family because if her actions, and I'm torn between feeling sorry for her and putting my head in my hands.
EDIT 1:
First off, all of your comments are hilarious. Second, I'm going to answer some of the common questions.
We're from a city with over 400,000 thousand people, she just comes from the neighbourhood that is made of either bible thumpers or white trash, with no in between. But the high school we went to was in a completely different neighbourhood than that.
Our school had a pretty good sex Ed course, and they gave out free condoms and had resources to help girls get birth control, and they had programs in place for if students ever got pregnant/were going to be teen parents (they also had one of those classes with the dolls for girls who were high risk at teen pregnancy but she wasn't high risk so she wasn't in that class) I don't if BC just didn't work for her, or if she never tried it.
She started alienating her friends after the affair with Chad came out, because people weren't exactly jumping for joy that she'd broken up a marriage (Chad and his ex didn't have any kids, thankfully, so there were less obstacles). When people weren't immediately ecstatic for her she started getting very snippy, rude, and was "calling the bitches out" on social media for not supporting her new relationship or pregnancy. (Tbh I'm really worried about her health because having this many babies so close together is just not good for her health, mental or physical.) People are also worried that Chad will cheat on her "if he'll cheat with you, he'll cheat on you" and think she should avoid marrying him so that she can just leave him if it happens.
I'll give you updates as they come out, but so far it's just a lot of yelling on social media (mostly from her), some relatives slut shaming her, and people who are just really worried about her because, as funny as this is, this doesn't seem like healthy behaviour.
EDIT 2:
First off, I realized I never gave this girl a name. For the sake of clarity we'll call her Beth. I realize that I didn't mention this before, but all of these are fake names.
Second, to everyone commenting that Chad is at fault for his marriage breaking up, believe me I'm well aware of that. It is his ex wife and her family/friends who solely blame Beth. Chad is also older than her and has more life experience, so I do believe that he could potentially be taking advantage of her naivete. However, she is also an adult who is capable of making her own decisions and has chosen to make poor ones in the past.
Third, people who are upset that I'm posting this story here, claiming I'm humiliating her. She has been posting about this mess on every social media platform she has since they got engaged in July. She put this out there long before I did except she did so in front of friends, family, employers, and coworkers, as well as internet randos.
Fourth, despite getting engaged in July and attempting to start planning then, I was only asked to be a bridesmaid three days ago. I knew that there was a mess going on but I didn't really pay attention to it until she asked me to be a bridesmaid. I tried to ask what was going on, I said that she should talk to someone, but when she completely brushed me off I checked her FB and Instagram and found out about all of... This.
Fifth, I realized that I didn't really talk about how disastrous the wedding planning has been going, see here you go:
- they've had to rebook three times because venues and vendors kept cancelling when infection numbers got worse even thought their wedding was months away
- Beth has been flipping between having the wedding while she's pregnant saying she's proud of her bump, and wanting to wait until they're born because she feels fat, which is unfortunate because she's been breaking down due her insecurity on a public platform
- Beth is currently seven months pregnant
- Beth's great aunt was going to give her her wedding dress to wear (after she gives birth) but Beth's mom freaked and stole the dress from said aunt before Beth could get it and is now keeping it, the great aunt says she's too old to get in a fight and has shrugged it off
- Chad's immediate family is paying for the wedding and has been cut off by the rest of their extended family for 'choosing Chad'
- Beth's wedding colours are pink and green, which is usually a nice combo but the specific shades don't go great together, they're her and Chad's favourite colours, which is fine but she literally made a video talking about these colours for 14 minutes on her insta and both of her kids are just full on bawling in the background and she's ignoring them and she's gotten some flack for that
- Adam is finally settled into his trade and has now hired a lawyer and is trying to get primary custody and not allow his daughter to go to the wedding
- she's planning a zoom baby showebachelorette party and has sent out a registry and she's asking for crazy expensive things
- she's also set up a go fund me to help pay for a honeymoon and is making a lot of posts about how no one loves her cause the fund only has $1267 of the $20k she wanted
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UPDATE:
Hey everyone, so some stuff has gone down, and it doesn't look like it's over yet. Sorry, I didn't update sooner, but Rona came back with a vengeance and totally messed up plans with uni and family. Anyway, onto the update.
From the last update - 16th - Lots of ranting and chaotic wedding planning on social media, she found a dress and has decided she will get married while pregnant, they found a local wedding venue that is very lovely, but I'm shocked she's still trying to book stuff with all of their previous venue cancellations.
December 16th - Her little sister unblocked her to call her a s*ut and tell her that all her wedding plans were stupid. This resulted in a petty and entertaining facebook war until the little sis blocked her again on the 17th.
December 18th - Beth went nuts on social media because Adam had "kidnapped" their daughter, what really happened is that because courts are moving at a snail's pace due to COVID and Adam had reason to believe that their daughter was not safe living with Beth he decided to just... Not give her back. They don't have a custody agreement, and when Beth tried to call the cops they couldn't do anything because he was kinda right. There were dozens of videos on her various social media accounts of her ignoring their daughter, yelling at her daughter for crying or doing other things that toddlers do, it turns out that everything she needed was bought by Adam, food, diapers, clothes, toys, daycare (while it was open) etc. on top of the unofficial child support he was paying every month (which turned out to be $500 a month, a number I find ridiculous because Adam was already paying for literally everything) because she refused to buy anything for her daughter and insisted it was Adam's responsibility. Additionally, after the immediate post-birth appointments, Beth never took baby A to a doctor's appointment, she always deferred that to Adam. Baby A's pediatrician has NEVER met Beth. Beth even tried to get Chad to push back or intimidate him or something, but the local police where we live are under one hell of a microscope after a bunch of dirty cops got busted a couple of years ago. Basically, the cops, and the social worker they ended up calling, ended up saying there was nothing she could do until they get to court. The social worker tried to get her to go to therapy and parenting classes, but Beth refused and went on a fifteen paragraph long rant on Facebook about how she doesn't need parenting classes or therapy (she really, really does though) and called the social worker some choice words.
December 19-24 - Just a bunch of ranting on social media, calling everyone who doesn't enable or justify her behaviour cuss words, slurs, and a whole bunch of other horribly creative things. Also, both she and Chad are under investigation at work now, but she has no idea why. I'm gonna take this time to remind everyone that 99% of this info is coming from her public social media pages where her coworkers are friends and place of employment is listed.
December 25 - I am officially embarrassed to know this woman. I didn't go on her FB page until the evening cause I didn't want to deal with drama, first thing in the morning, on Xmas. In the morning she put on a very beautiful blue maternity dress, got Chad in his police blues, and baby B in a purple romper, and then live-streamed her and her family going to the courthouse to get married on Christmas day. (According to her Twitter, part of this was because their newest venue cancelled on them after COVID numbers spiked) Overall, a pretty tacky thing in my opinion because she stated plain as day, several times, that she intended her wedding anniversary to eclipse Christmas for her children because it's just "so much more special, you know?" (I am so glad that Baby B's grandparents are filing for guardianship) But here's the thing... The courthouse isn't open. Because of COVID for one thing, but also because it's Xmas and Canada has a predominantly Christian history. She proceeded to have a full meltdown, and when Baby B cried because, y'know, the kid's mom was screaming up a storm and scaring her, Beth called her a c*nt. Yup. So done with this bitch.
December 28 - I ran into her at a vaccine clinic cause we were both getting our booster shots. She didn't recognize me at first but one of my old bosses (cause I used to work at the hospital the vaccine clinic was in) called my name and said hi, so she came up to me after my old boss had left. We talked a bit while we sat down for the mandatory waiting period after getting the shot. She asked how I was but didn't even wait for me to respond before she started ranting and complaining about her life. I was just going to sit there until the time was up and then just politely make my exit, but when she started talking shit about her kids something inside me snapped. I just said "Do you even like your kids? Do you like being a mom?" She got pretty quiet for a second and then said "no". Idk, her voice and demeanour completely changed and we just sat in silence until our time was up. I said goodbye but it was really awkward.
December 31st (today) - I just looked at her feed and, this is such a shocking what-the-actual-f*** moment. She's thinking about giving up her kids. She went on about how recently she was asked if she liked her kids or being a mom, and how she realized that she didn't. She hates her children and blames them for ruining her life, and how she doesn't want to be a mom. I mean, nothing is official yet, but what the hell?!
I'll update as stuff happens now that I have the time, but this whole thing has been a big giant mess. Also, sorry for any formatting or grammatical errors, I'm not used to using Reddit on my PC.
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UPDATE
Okay, so, some stuff has happened and most of it's good? Also, the TL:DR for this update will be at the bottom
Jan 4th - Beth (and Chad) stopped posting on all social media. I was actually a little worried she died, I mean this woman posts everything short of her trips to the bathroom on IG.
Oddly enough, this got people messaging or interacting with her social media pages because she was usually the one to start contact, and that contact was usually yelling. No one heard from them and some people started to be like "should we call the cops for a wellness check?" Until Chad posted a status saying that they're fine but are "busy, please stop trying to contact us right now". Everyone listened but it was weird.
Jan 11 - I got a notification that Beth and Chad are active on social media again, but I didn't feel like drama so I didn't check out any of their posts.
Jan 12 (today) - she messaged me on FB asking me to be her MOH. She also kept going on about the resort in Cancun that she and Chad were looking to have their wedding at... This coming February. Omnicrom is really bad where we are, so no one should be travelling anywhere. I've actually had to delay my trip back to the province where I go to university. No one should be travelling anywhere.
Beth also found out that Chad was cheating on her with one of her co-workers and called the woman a "homewrecker" on FB tagged her, and posted the texts she found on Chad's phone. But Chad is the "love of her life" so she's forgiven him, but not the other woman. Which I find very hypocritical, considering how she and Chad got together.
She also sent pics of possible bridesmaid dresses and they are the most hideous dresses I've ever seen. I know that some brides do that thing where they want to look a million times better by comparison but this was just ridiculous. One of them looked like a partially deflated balloon with feathers strapped to it. She also openly admitted that she expected everyone attending to pay 3k, 2k would go towards that guest's stay at the resort and 1k would go to her and Chad and they will expected wedding gifts, so that they could get their room for free. Apparently, she talked to someone at the resort and if she got enough people to book their rooms she and Chad would get theirs for free. She also wanted the money to be given to her instead of directly to the hotel so that people wouldn't realize that she was taking 1k of their money. Beth sent me a pic of the wedding dress she wanted, and it's definitely a clubbing dress. If that's what she wants that's fine (and for the record I do think she would look great in it, Beth's (current) dream wedding dress ) but she wants all the guests to be dressed black tie. And she's already sent a list of unreasonable requests. Such as;
- all women must wear heels (for a wedding in the beach???)
- no one is allowed to have a baby or be pregnant (really?)
- girls must have longer than shoulder length hair, boys must have very short hair, only and inch or two long
- no one is allowed to be skinnier than her
- she will be providing diets for everyone attending based on how she wants us to look
- she and Chad must get bachelor and bachelorette parties both in Canada and in Mexico that need to be "fit for a king and queen" and both must be paid for but anyone but the bride and groom "cause that's just tacky"
- no unnatural hair
- no tattoos (you have five tattoos, Beth, and in the dress you want all will be on full display)
- no one is allowed to talk to her directly, they must speak through the MOH and BM
I was also just kinda weirded out because aside from the previous convo at the hospital and when she originally asked me to be a bridesmaid, we haven't spoken since high school. So I respectfully declined, stating that the virus and school were my top concerns right now. Then, I decided to check her socials to see if she'd posted anything. She had and everything was basically how it was before the hiatus... Except her kids are nowhere to be found. No "look at my cute baby" pics are kids crying in the background of her videos. Nothing. Though, based on her new pics of herself, she's given birth to baby C. I mean, she's definitely still recovering, but she also definitely had a baby and that baby is not on any of her socials, so when she responded to my decline with an attempt at guilting me to be her MOH, I asked her where her kids were. This was her response.
"Oh, I left them at the side of the road in our way home from the hospital those moochers could walk home lol"
I was like, please tell me you're not being serious (especially cause it looks like she had the baby days ago). And she replied "I was just joking you shouldn't be so serious all the time". Honey, you made a joke about child abandonment/abuse, you're not being serious enough. And then I finally got the update on the kids.
- Baby A is still with Adam, Beth signed away her rights
- Baby B and Baby C have been given to a mutual cousin of Adam and Chad who is infertile (tbh I didn't need that last tidbit of info or the three paragraph long rant about how God hates infertile women, I didn't even read all of it, I couldn't, and I didn't think that Beth could be so cruel to even think those things). I checked out the FB page of Baby B's grandparents and they're happy with their grandchild's new parents, it looks like the cousin and her husband and welcoming them to the family as another set of grandparents and will let them have access to B. So yay!
- One thing I do need to stress though is that because of COVID the courts in our areas are either moving at a snail's pace or closed, so none of this is "official" but Beth (and Chad) has signed paperwork and all that needs to happen now is presenting that to a judge.
After learning all this my convo with Beth started to go down hill...
Beth: wait, did you actually think I would just leave my kids at the side of the road! I just didn't want to be a mom, but I wasn't a bad one
Me: Beth, I think that you've been through a lot of trauma in the past few years, and that it's gotten to you mentally and that you should speak to a professional.
(Of course, Beth has been a bad mom, but she does need mental health help and I wasn't going to convince her to get it, or to not tell at me, if I said that )
Beth: what? You think I'm crazy?!
Me: no. I think that getting kicked out as a teen because of a pregnancy and having your family actively reject you and try to sabotage you must have been very painful. Plus, pregnancy puts a lot of mental stress on women and you've had three in such a short time span, I just want you to take care of yourself and get what you want in life, and I think that will start with you taking care of your mental health.
Beth: what I want... IS FOR YOU TO GO STRAIGHT TO HELL! Beth then calls me every cuss word, expletive, and derogatory word she can think of one of the words she called me was a derogatory word about people from my ethnicity and my blood is boiling that she thought it was okay to say that to me.
So, I'm now on her hit list. She's been blowing up my social media all day, on her last FB post where she called me a slur she said that she still expects a good wedding gift from me. Yeah, no. So I've blocked her on everything, and I've decided to completely cut off contact. This will be my last update.
TL:DR - Beth went on a social media blackout for a bit, had baby C. Gave up all her kids, baby A is still with Adam, Baby B and Baby C are with a mutual cousin of Adam and Chad and baby B's grandparents have access. Chad cheated on her and she forgave him, but she probably shouldn't have. She's decided to have her wedding in a little over a month in Cancun and is expecting unreasonable things of everyone already. She asked me to be MOH I respectfully declined. I also suggested that she talk to a mental health professional because she's been through a lot in the last few years and she cussed me out, she also called me a derogatory name directed at people of my ethnicity and that was the final nail in the coffin. I'm now on her hit list. But her kids are safe and I have no interest in going to wedding so I'm cutting contact completely and have already blocked her on all my socials. I'm refusing to be involved with her anymore and will not be updating on the situation.
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--- EDIT - NEW UPDATE --- - JANUARY 25, 2023 - TL:DR AT THE BOTTOM
Hi, everyone, I didn't think I would be making another update, but here I am. I don't know if anyone will even care but whatever. I saw a YouTuber, Charlotte Dobre, do an entire video about this post on Facebook (which was funny, she did it well), [editor's note: here's the video in question and also: check out Charlotte Dobre's subreddit !] and got so nervous that Beth was gonna see it. Turned out, she's seen it and does not give a single damn, because as I pointed out, the majority of the info in this post came from her public social media. She also doesn't know who posted it (more on that in the update). I am still no contact with Beth and have no plans to change that anytime soon, but we have mutual friends who have told and shown me what's happened.
First things first, she and Chad did get married, but they eloped. According to all sources they are completely and utterly miserable though. Chad has proven to be and overall lazy and unfaithful husband, and Beth has really gotten into feminism (with a focus on reproductive issues) after she started using birth control, and Roe v Wade getting overturned (even though we're in Canada) really caused tension in their marriage. As it turns out, Chad thinks that abortion is murder and God created women for the purpose of making babies.
Beth tried to argue that not all women want or should be mothers using herself as an example, and then Chad went ahead and used her as an example of why women should be forced to have kids, because in the end she gave kids to an infertile couple. She didn't take that well and said that her entire life and future was ripped away from her and destroyed the second she got pregnant with baby A. Adam was never slut shamed or demeaned like she was, both at home and at school (which is a fair point, myself and many others were helpful and supportive but there were a lot of people who judged the hell out of her and said really nasty stuff) and that if she hadn't gotten pregnant she would've gone to college or university because she lost the general and financial support of her family with that positive pregnancy test. Chad has made a Tinder account. Beth was informed but it doesn't seem like she gave a damn.
So basically you could cut the tension with a knife.
And with her family, her sister came out as gay and cut off/has been cut off from their parents. But she's got a partial scholarship so she's doing okay. She and Beth are NOT on good terms but have met up and acknowledged that their parents messed them up by being religious nuts and their parents encouraged them to be competitive with each other and sabotage each other. Apparently their dad's motto is "competition brings out the best in everyone" (ugh). But they've talked and that's good enough for now.
Neither Beth nor Chad have custody or visitation of their children, which Chad is starting to regret because he's suddenly getting more and more into the church and religion. Chad talked to Beth about getting baby C back but Beth shut that down hard and warned the cousin who adopted baby C (officially and legally btw).
Beth started going to therapy after she and Chad got married, which makes me very happy and excited for her.
There was a rumour going around that Chad has a mistress and it took me a while to confirm, but it's true. He's cheating on her with a paramedic and she knows. Beth is fully aware. Idk if she plans to do anything about it or just continue to ignore it, but I hope she leaves his ass. I'm still not gonna talk to her, she crossed so many lines, but she's grown and improved a lot and her life would be a lot better without that sac of scum in her life.
Now, I have given a few details in my post that should've revealed my identity to her, namely her asking me to be her MOH. I have found out that she actually asked around 15 girls (including myself) to be her MOH, without telling any of us about the others because she was trying to get money from all of us and because her mental health has just been very bad and she needed help. And of those 15, 8 have been going to school out of province and of those eight we all had basically the same classes in high school. And apparently doesn't remember our discussion at the vaccination clinic and had major blow up with everyone she asked to be MOH. So she knows it's one of 8 people and reportedly has no interest in trying to narrow that number down. (Chad did the same thing with his groomsmen, but idk any of the numbers)
TL:DR Beth and Chad got married (eloped), are miserable, have zero custody or visitation with any of their children, Chad's cheating and Beth doesn't appear to care, Chad is super sexist, Beth is a feminist now, Beth's sister is gay and they've talked but not reconciled, Beth asked too many girls to be MOH for money and doesn't know the ID of who made this post.
Dear "Beth", if this post gets forwarded to you or somehow graces your phone screen, leave Chad. He's trash and you'll be much better without him in your life. And though I'm not willing to talk to you again because of your words and actions, I do wish for you to have a wonderful and happy life.
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2024.05.12 21:01 lessthanfox This goddamn show got me hooked!
So, last year I spent a few days at the beach. During those lazy nights, I decided to watch something funny and ended up giving a go at Seinfeld on Netflix. I only watched a few episodes of the first two seasons and stopped there since my vacation was over.
Fast forward to this years. Same scenario, only this time I couldn't wait 'til night because I wanted to watch Seinfeld! I think I was really hooked by the middle of season 2 and couldn't let go of the show. The situations, the characters and even the audience (the ovation when Kramer made his entrance, the one guy cracking WAY loud and before anyone else at times) made me laugh like I hadn't in years. And I didn't feel burned out even during the later seasons. What a consistent show!
A couple of months ago, after watching the finale, I dug deeper into Seinfeld (well, that's a weird phrase) and found out about the "no hugs, no lessons" motto. I think that's what really made the show. While watching other sitcoms like Friends or The Big Bang Theory, I couldn't help but feel I started watching a comedy show and in later seasons ended up with a soap opera with some jokes here and there. Those shows tend to focus so much on characters' relations with each other and sometimes forget about the humor. Seinfeld just kept with jokes the whole way through and ended before getting boring.
tl;dr: what a great sitcom Seinfeld is.
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Fast forward to this years. Same scenario, only this time I couldn't wait 'til night because I wanted to watch Seinfeld! I think I was really hooked by the middle of season 2 and couldn't let go of the show. The situations, the characters and even the audience (the ovation when Kramer made his entrance, the one guy cracking WAY loud and before anyone else at times) made me laugh like I hadn't in years. And I didn't feel burned out even during the later seasons. What a consistent show!
A couple of months ago, after watching the finale, I dug deeper into Seinfeld (well, that's a weird phrase) and found out about the "no hugs, no lessons" motto. I think that's what really made the show. While watching other sitcoms like Friends or The Big Bang Theory, I couldn't help but feel I started watching a comedy show and in later seasons ended up with a soap opera with some jokes here and there. Those shows tend to focus so much on characters' relations with each other and sometimes forget about the humor. Seinfeld just kept with jokes the whole way through and ended before getting boring.
tl;dr: what a great sitcom Seinfeld is.
2024.05.11 20:36 Horkas This game makes me angry for all the wrong reasons.
(Warning: This is all my opinion and personal experiences with the game.) ((Yes I have to put this here, as people online now days are too dense to understand the difference between people stating opinions and facts.))
((Give me your guys experiences with the game and some of the fun times and frustrating times you have had with it!))
I have tried and failed to get into this game multiple times over the years, ever since it first hit steam on 2015. I have put 110 hours into trying to like this game and give it a chance. But it just isn't enjoyable for me. And based on developer commentary, I don't think it ever will be.
I have always had issues with the games core design from the very beginning. (Needlessly hardcore perma death campaign, with perma health damage only fixable by super rare healing potions, and a SHIT TON of death pits just EVERYWHERE. Combined with piss poor controls and character movements/constant tripping over nothing and extremely dark levels, make for a very un-enjoyable experience.)
After seeing a new update that promised to "Fix some of the combat inconsistencies and physics interactions", along with older updates I never tried that, "Added more lights to levels.", I hopped back on again, as I did before when they added thaum, and before even that when they added arena mode, etc. To see if it would rope me in this time.
So I downloaded the beta with their provided code they gave out, hopped in and tested out the improved combat. And... It felt allot better! At least... for the first day. All my characters hits where landing, his attacks where consistent, and the game felt over all amazing! Then, a tiny micro update went out, and it went back to being its old clunky not hit detecting self again? Weird.... That sucks. Ok, well, lets see the new campaign areas I haven't seen yet and a few new areas they added!
Going good, 15 hours deep, making steady progess! Killed Sir with Derrin, made it into the market, killed all the vampire things! Things are going well! Oh, hey! Look! A secret path that has some physics puzzles/platforming to solve to get to a secret area! I think I-ll give it a tr-
Oppsie woopsy! Your character just tripped over air on his own pubes and just fell into a pit :^)
Have fun starting back over from a piss poor checkpoint from 10 hours ago!
Fucking.... just.... No.
Why? No seriously, WHY?
Why make the game have no checkpoints when over half of the places to explore are locked behind janky physics puzzles that involve death pits?
Why put perma health damage and perma death into a game where your character controls like he is fucking about to black out from drinking? Its harder to get your character to move correctly in this game than it is to drunk walk in GTA.
Why make the ENTIRE campaign nothing but darkness filled rooms of dark? (Yes they have done better on their newer levels, no, it does not negate the need to always carry the torch. The game is slown to a snails pace crawl for those who have not played areas before and know where all the loot is.)
WHY MAKE THE CHARACTER TRIP OVER FUCKING NOTHING ALL THE TIME! Sure, its funny the first few times. But that fun wears off VERY quickly and just starts turning into aggravation. And when it causes you to loose 20-30+ hours of progress because your character literally cannot walk over a 1-inch high deviation in the ground without falling over? Just fuck you. No seriously, Fuck you for making the game like that. (Games have collision spheres on their character rigs for a reason. USE THEM. Setting the fucking detection numbers to not be so damn dumb.)
"Oops, your character blocked that attack, but their pinky finger clipped into your head so it did full un-mitigated damage to you." :^)
Cool...
"Oops, you swung at the enemy, but your hit just.... didn't trigger damage or impact. Sucks to be you!" :^)
MMMhhmmm.....
"Oops, your character tripped and fell over literally his own feet, because the character rig couldn't keep up with its own movement." :^)
Nice....
I am not BAD at the game. But yet, I still get punished by it to the point of me just not liking it anymore.
I have fought and killed Sir naked with nothing but a sledge hammer, solo. I have killed Golem President a fair few times. Master ranked in Arena mode without trying all that much. Beaten tons of the hardest combat encounters in the game plenty of times. (Except for the newer areas because I just cannot be bothered to try to get to them anymore, especially after this recent attempt.)
"Ok bro, then just play the arena mode instead."
Arena mode is fun, but it gets super boring after a few days because combat is so..... Simple. Once you learn how to actually aim the attacks, it all just boils down to dancing back and forth until you bait out the enemies attack. Then you move in and clock them in the head. Rinse and repeat for 40 hours.
Woohoo.....
I have tried, I really have to like this game. It CAN be fun sometimes. But I always feel like I am fighting against the games poor controls and interactions, rather than against actual challenges.
It reminds me of laggy online fighting game matches, like tekken or soulcalibur. Where you push your buttons, and it takes literally 2-3 seconds for your character to register the inputs.
This game feels like a laggy 2006 online xbox 360 game to me.
And I just can't tolerate it anymore. With the lead dev straight up mocking people for asking for less abrasive controls/controller support for the game, and easier more enjoyable game difficulties, it has really sealed in that this game and their big project game they have been working on, are ALWAYS going to be like that.
"Mock people who give genuine feedback to make the game fun, and double down on really bad choices!"
That's the motto they have. (Yes, they even mocked people for suggesting they add an arena mode to the game before they finally caved under the weight of so many people asking for it.)
I have now fully realized this game will NEVER be fun. Because the leads making the game will NEVER let it BE fun.
So I give up. I am done waiting for it to reach its potential because it will never get there. They will never allow it to be fun.
Isn't that funny? :^)
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((Give me your guys experiences with the game and some of the fun times and frustrating times you have had with it!))
I have tried and failed to get into this game multiple times over the years, ever since it first hit steam on 2015. I have put 110 hours into trying to like this game and give it a chance. But it just isn't enjoyable for me. And based on developer commentary, I don't think it ever will be.
I have always had issues with the games core design from the very beginning. (Needlessly hardcore perma death campaign, with perma health damage only fixable by super rare healing potions, and a SHIT TON of death pits just EVERYWHERE. Combined with piss poor controls and character movements/constant tripping over nothing and extremely dark levels, make for a very un-enjoyable experience.)
After seeing a new update that promised to "Fix some of the combat inconsistencies and physics interactions", along with older updates I never tried that, "Added more lights to levels.", I hopped back on again, as I did before when they added thaum, and before even that when they added arena mode, etc. To see if it would rope me in this time.
So I downloaded the beta with their provided code they gave out, hopped in and tested out the improved combat. And... It felt allot better! At least... for the first day. All my characters hits where landing, his attacks where consistent, and the game felt over all amazing! Then, a tiny micro update went out, and it went back to being its old clunky not hit detecting self again? Weird.... That sucks. Ok, well, lets see the new campaign areas I haven't seen yet and a few new areas they added!
Going good, 15 hours deep, making steady progess! Killed Sir with Derrin, made it into the market, killed all the vampire things! Things are going well! Oh, hey! Look! A secret path that has some physics puzzles/platforming to solve to get to a secret area! I think I-ll give it a tr-
Oppsie woopsy! Your character just tripped over air on his own pubes and just fell into a pit :^)
Have fun starting back over from a piss poor checkpoint from 10 hours ago!
Fucking.... just.... No.
Why? No seriously, WHY?
Why make the game have no checkpoints when over half of the places to explore are locked behind janky physics puzzles that involve death pits?
Why put perma health damage and perma death into a game where your character controls like he is fucking about to black out from drinking? Its harder to get your character to move correctly in this game than it is to drunk walk in GTA.
Why make the ENTIRE campaign nothing but darkness filled rooms of dark? (Yes they have done better on their newer levels, no, it does not negate the need to always carry the torch. The game is slown to a snails pace crawl for those who have not played areas before and know where all the loot is.)
WHY MAKE THE CHARACTER TRIP OVER FUCKING NOTHING ALL THE TIME! Sure, its funny the first few times. But that fun wears off VERY quickly and just starts turning into aggravation. And when it causes you to loose 20-30+ hours of progress because your character literally cannot walk over a 1-inch high deviation in the ground without falling over? Just fuck you. No seriously, Fuck you for making the game like that. (Games have collision spheres on their character rigs for a reason. USE THEM. Setting the fucking detection numbers to not be so damn dumb.)
"Oops, your character blocked that attack, but their pinky finger clipped into your head so it did full un-mitigated damage to you." :^)
Cool...
"Oops, you swung at the enemy, but your hit just.... didn't trigger damage or impact. Sucks to be you!" :^)
MMMhhmmm.....
"Oops, your character tripped and fell over literally his own feet, because the character rig couldn't keep up with its own movement." :^)
Nice....
I am not BAD at the game. But yet, I still get punished by it to the point of me just not liking it anymore.
I have fought and killed Sir naked with nothing but a sledge hammer, solo. I have killed Golem President a fair few times. Master ranked in Arena mode without trying all that much. Beaten tons of the hardest combat encounters in the game plenty of times. (Except for the newer areas because I just cannot be bothered to try to get to them anymore, especially after this recent attempt.)
"Ok bro, then just play the arena mode instead."
Arena mode is fun, but it gets super boring after a few days because combat is so..... Simple. Once you learn how to actually aim the attacks, it all just boils down to dancing back and forth until you bait out the enemies attack. Then you move in and clock them in the head. Rinse and repeat for 40 hours.
Woohoo.....
I have tried, I really have to like this game. It CAN be fun sometimes. But I always feel like I am fighting against the games poor controls and interactions, rather than against actual challenges.
It reminds me of laggy online fighting game matches, like tekken or soulcalibur. Where you push your buttons, and it takes literally 2-3 seconds for your character to register the inputs.
This game feels like a laggy 2006 online xbox 360 game to me.
And I just can't tolerate it anymore. With the lead dev straight up mocking people for asking for less abrasive controls/controller support for the game, and easier more enjoyable game difficulties, it has really sealed in that this game and their big project game they have been working on, are ALWAYS going to be like that.
"Mock people who give genuine feedback to make the game fun, and double down on really bad choices!"
That's the motto they have. (Yes, they even mocked people for suggesting they add an arena mode to the game before they finally caved under the weight of so many people asking for it.)
I have now fully realized this game will NEVER be fun. Because the leads making the game will NEVER let it BE fun.
So I give up. I am done waiting for it to reach its potential because it will never get there. They will never allow it to be fun.
Isn't that funny? :^)
2024.05.10 22:54 Lootlizard GO FOR BROKE
 | What’s up Dawgs. Everyone seemed to like the write up I did last week about the 1st Minnesota so I wanted to follow up with a write up about another one of my favorite military units, the 442nd Regimental Combat Team. submitted by Lootlizard to MSsEcReTPoDcAsT [link] [comments] The 442nd perfectly encapsulated the Dan Carlin quote “The Japanese were just like everyone else, only more so.” In the short period that the unit was active they won more awards for valor than any other unit of their size and length of service in the history of the United States military. Their unit won over 14,000 awards including 21 Medals of Honor, 29 Distinguished Service Crosses, 560 Silver Stars, more than 4,000 Bronze Stars, more than 4000 Purple Hearts, and 7 Presidential Unit Citations The unit was created in February of 1943 and was composed almost entirely of Japanese American citizens, mostly “Nisei” which were 2nd generation Americans. These men were primarily recruited from Hawaii but many were also recruited from the mainland internment camps. The common goodbye that the Japanese American parents gave to their sons as they left for basic training was Shikkari Shinasai which roughly translates to “Do it Right” in English. Appropriately the unit chose the phrase “Go For Broke” as their motto. https://preview.redd.it/0ijbsbzbvnzc1.png?width=294&format=png&auto=webp&s=7182f6995f0fb8f20ea33bf42551d3d6e7e311c6 The 442nd completed their training and was deployed to Italy in May of 1944 where they would link up with the 100th Infantry Battalion (Separate), another all-Japanese unit that had already won a ton of awards. The 100th would then become the 1st Battalion of the 442nd. They would help push the German’s north from the Anzio beaches out of Rome and all the way up to the Arno river in Tuscany. https://preview.redd.it/6e923mekvnzc1.jpg?width=1920&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=28039aef1670f8974deb429e475245b46bd3d5a6 They would then be pulled off the line and redeployed for the invasion of Southern France. Where they would battle their way up through France before leading the rescue of the “Lost Battalion”. Against orders Major General John Dahlquist committed the 141st Infantries 1st battalion known as the "Texas Battalion" to chasing a German unit that was ostensibly retreating through the Vosges mountains of Northern France. This was only a feint though and the Germans promptly turned around and surrounded the out of place battalion of about 270 men with a force of over 6000 Germans. The other 2 battalions of the 141st made rescue attempts but they were beaten back by the Germans. At this point, with the Texas Battalion desperately low on food and ammunition the 442nd was called in to lead the rescue. Reportedly Adolf Hitler himself was told of the trapped Texan unit and issued orders stating that they should not be rescued no matter the cost to the Germans. Unfortunately for him, for the next 6 days the 442nd would fight continuously at times outnumbered 4 to 1 by the Germans in a desperate attempt to save their countrymen. They continuously advanced, smashing through prepared German defenses one after the other at the cost of massive casualties to themselves. After 6 days the 211 remaining men of the lost battalion would finally be rescued, at the cost of 800 casualties for the 442nd. I Company started the assault with 185 men by the end of the 6 days only 8 men remained unwounded. K Company engaged the enemy with 186 men, of which 169 would be killed or wounded. The men of 442nd truly lived up to their monicker of Go For Broke. In 1962 Texas Governor John Connally would proclaim the veterans of the 442nd honorary Texans for their sacrifice in the rescue of the lost battalion. https://preview.redd.it/lwnrwbtsvnzc1.jpg?width=1024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=63b1224797dc72030e87965404a8079ae5c7b9d7 The 442nd would then take part in several other actions in Northern France and Southern Germany before being moved back to Italy to assist in breaking through the Gothic Line held by the last stubborn remnants of the Wehrmacht in Italy, until the Germans surrendered on May 5th 1945. I would love to sit and write of all the great charges and deeds done by the 442nd but this is already getting long and this is a sub reddit for a bunch of borderline autistic guys to express their parasocial feelings for 2 funny guys from Philly not a military history forum so I’ll just talk about 1 guy. Sadao Munemori was the first Japanese American to be awarded the Medal of Honor. He was recruited from the Manzanar internment camp by the Military Intelligence Service to work as a translator but as soon as he found out a combat unit was being formed, he accepted a voluntary demotion from Technical Sergeant to Private in exchange for being able to transfer to the newly formed combat unit. He would be sent to Italy and serve in the 100th battalion for the remainder of the war fighting in Italy and France. Munemori won his medal and subsequently lost his life on a mountain ridge near Seravezza Italy on April 5th 1945. https://preview.redd.it/a4vm9y48vnzc1.jpg?width=960&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=569f48bfa0366e247b7b1f19711c4929bda40ed0 Sadao’s squad was pinned down by flanking fire coming from 2 machine gun positions dug in on top of nearby ridge. His squad leader was killed in the initial burst and him and all of his friends were trapped by continuous fire from the machine guns. Seeing the desperation in the eyes of his friends and knowing something had to be done Sadao threw himself out of his cover and charged up the ridge by himself. Dodging from shell hole to shell hole while taking continuous fire from multiple machine guns and dozens of German soldiers, Sadao miraculously made his way within throwing distance of one of the machine guns which he promptly destroyed with a few well thrown grenades. He then dodged across more open ground to another shell hole where he promptly destroyed another machine gun with grenades. Now that the machine guns were destroyed all he had to do was make it back down to his men, while dodging the massive amount of grenades and small arms fire from the remaining Germans. In his 2nd miracle of the day Sadao made it back to a shell hole containing 2 of his men but, just as he was about to dive into the relative safety of the shell hole with his men, Sadao felt something heavy bounce off the top of his helmet. A well thrown German grenade has bounced directly off his helmet and landed at the feet of his men. Without hesitation or a word spoken Sadao jumped on top of the grenade and smothered the blast with his own body. The blast killed him instantly but saved the lives of his men. A statue Sadao Munemori stands in Pietrasanta Italy a short way from where he died as a memorial to all those who died liberating the area. On March 13th of 1946 Sadao’s mother would be presented the Medal of Honor in his stead. He was the first Japanese American to ever receive the medal and the only member of the 442nd to receive it directly after the war. Well Dawgs sorry this one wasn’t as exciting as the charge of the 1st Minnesota. I would love to sit and write paragraph after paragraph about all the awesome stuff the 442nd did but this is a comedy sub reddit and I’m trying to keep these relatively short. I leave you with an excerpt from the poem “Let America be America Again” by Langston Hughes. I believe it encapsulates in some small way the feelings of these great Americans. Though their unit was outcast and segregated, their families torn from their homes and detained, themselves demoted and treated like second class citizens they never stopped believing in America. In the promise of this great land and the potential of what it could become. In the belief that the wretched refuse of a thousand foreign shores could come together to build the greatest country the world has ever seen. O, let America be America again— The land that never has been yet— And yet must be—the land where every man is free. The land that’s mine—the poor man’s, Indian’s, Negro’s, ME— Who made America, Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain, Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain, Must bring back our mighty dream again. Sure, call me any ugly name you choose— The steel of freedom does not stain. From those who live like leeches on the people’s lives, We must take back our land again, America! O, yes, I say it plain, America never was America to me, And yet I swear this oath— America will be! http://www.the442.org/battlehistory.html |
2024.05.10 20:25 erfrischungsgetraenk Fruit of the Loom, cornucopia reference collection
A collection of cornucopia references.
1969, "Modern Short Comedies from Broadway and London" book
https://www.reddit.com/MandelaEffect/comments/c6wf91/found_another_fruit_of_the_loom_residue/
https://i.imgur.com/0SIhZNt.jpeg
https://www.newspapers.com/article/daily-press/45768106/
https://i.imgur.com/wnYbd3l.jpeg
https://www.reddit.com/MandelaEffect/comments/c451a5/fascinating_full_interview_with_fotl_residue/
https://i.imgur.com/LICZK5a.jpeg
1974, "Spokane Chronicle" article about the album cover
https://www.reddit.com/MandelaEffect/comments/m19j20/new_fotl_residue/
https://www.newspapers.com/article/spokane-chronicle-flute-of-the-loom/73036370/
https://i.imgur.com/BUyuHNH.jpeg
https://www.newspapers.com/newspage/532804825/
https://i.imgur.com/EwleKmY.jpeg
https://i.imgur.com/TeH1PpG.jpeg
https://www.reddit.com/MandelaEffect/comments/xhqnnp/fruit_of_the_loom_residue_in_the_brothers_k/
https://i.imgur.com/9MhXvIq.jpeg
https://www.newspapers.com/article/florida-today-fruit-of-the-loom-cornuc/22677751/?locale=en-US
https://i.imgur.com/fiq6RFF.jpeg
https://www.newspapers.com/article/philadelphia-daily-news-cornucopia-of-jo/22678000/
https://i.imgur.com/t4sTByK.jpeg
https://www.scribd.com/document/508605319/Guitar-Magazine-June-1997-Text
https://i.imgur.com/QNSP5mV.jpeg
https://www.reddit.com/MandelaEffect/comments/hhruxd/very_specific_fruit_of_the_loomcornucopia/
https://i.imgur.com/15yUnUJ.png
https://www.reddit.com/MandelaEffect/comments/103ikw1/a_couple_of_fruit_of_the_loom_cornucopia_examples/
https://archive.org/details/forbes162sepforb/page/n813/mode/2up?q=%22cornucopia+logo%22+clothes
https://i.imgur.com/wplcHrJ.jpeg
https://sculpturemagazine.art/10794-2/
https://i.imgur.com/il8VFmk.jpeg
https://www.reddit.com/MandelaEffect/comments/103ikw1/a_couple_of_fruit_of_the_loom_cornucopia_examples/
https://archive.org/details/writingtosaveyou0000weld/page/32/mode/2up?q=%22cornucopia+logo%22
https://i.imgur.com/EA8bfwO.jpeg
https://www.reddit.com/MandelaEffect/comments/m19j20/new_fotl_residue/
https://www.newspapers.com/article/the-modesto-bee/73020858/
https://i.imgur.com/V6drTtY.jpeg
https://i.imgur.com/zmz04Jg.jpeg
https://www.reddit.com/MandelaEffect/comments/9dxkog/with_all_the_talk_about_fruit_of_the_loom_the/
https://i.imgur.com/rfGT4I4.jpeg
https://www.reddit.com/MandelaEffect/comments/5b0mwn/residual_fruit_of_the_looms_cornucopia_logo/
https://web.archive.org/web/20150921085052/http://woman.thenest.com/become-model-fruit-loom-22408.html
https://i.imgur.com/sO6Qpye.jpeg
The oldest thread I could find about this topic is from 2016:
https://www.reddit.com/MandelaEffect/comments/5b0mwn/residual_fruit_of_the_looms_cornucopia_logo/
submitted by erfrischungsgetraenk to MandelaEffect [link] [comments]
https://www.reddit.com/MandelaEffect/comments/c6wf91/found_another_fruit_of_the_loom_residue/
https://i.imgur.com/0SIhZNt.jpeg
"Fruit of the Loom uses an insignia. A cornucopia, I think"1973, "Daily Press" article
https://www.newspapers.com/article/daily-press/45768106/
https://i.imgur.com/wnYbd3l.jpeg
"cornucopia-of-the-loom"1973, Ellis Chappel album cover for Frank Wess "Flute Of The Loom"
https://www.reddit.com/MandelaEffect/comments/c451a5/fascinating_full_interview_with_fotl_residue/
https://i.imgur.com/LICZK5a.jpeg
1974, "Spokane Chronicle" article about the album cover
https://www.reddit.com/MandelaEffect/comments/m19j20/new_fotl_residue/
https://www.newspapers.com/article/spokane-chronicle-flute-of-the-loom/73036370/
https://i.imgur.com/BUyuHNH.jpeg
"The horn of plenty in this case is a curved flute"1981, "Rutland Daily Herald" and "The Brattleboro Reformer" article
https://www.newspapers.com/newspage/532804825/
https://i.imgur.com/EwleKmY.jpeg
"...second place with its "Fruit of the Loom"...The latter float had a huge Horn-of-Plenty..."https://www.newspapers.com/article/the-brattleboro-reformer-fruit-of-the-lo/33190168/
https://i.imgur.com/TeH1PpG.jpeg
"Fruit of the Loom which featured the ambulatory fruit in the underwear commercial, a large cornucopia and..."1992, “The Brothers K” book
https://www.reddit.com/MandelaEffect/comments/xhqnnp/fruit_of_the_loom_residue_in_the_brothers_k/
https://i.imgur.com/9MhXvIq.jpeg
"it was a pair of baby-blue Fruit of the Loom boxer shorts…He pondered the little horn of plenty on the label"1994, "Florida Today" article
https://www.newspapers.com/article/florida-today-fruit-of-the-loom-cornuc/22677751/?locale=en-US
https://i.imgur.com/fiq6RFF.jpeg
"...Fruit of the Loom's logo was initially a cornucopia swollen with an apple, green grapes, purple grapes, and their green leaves"1995, "Philadelphia Daily News" article
https://www.newspapers.com/article/philadelphia-daily-news-cornucopia-of-jo/22678000/
https://i.imgur.com/t4sTByK.jpeg
"Cornucopia of job cuts"1997, "Guitar Magazine" article
https://www.scribd.com/document/508605319/Guitar-Magazine-June-1997-Text
https://i.imgur.com/QNSP5mV.jpeg
"...are all scheduled to make up the cornucopia of what Fuit of the Loom has to offer this year"1997, "Signs of the Zodiac" book
https://www.reddit.com/MandelaEffect/comments/hhruxd/very_specific_fruit_of_the_loomcornucopia/
https://i.imgur.com/15yUnUJ.png
"The symbol appears on a wide variety of common items, including...Fruit of the Loom underwear"1998, "Forbes" article
https://www.reddit.com/MandelaEffect/comments/103ikw1/a_couple_of_fruit_of_the_loom_cornucopia_examples/
https://archive.org/details/forbes162sepforb/page/n813/mode/2up?q=%22cornucopia+logo%22+clothes
https://i.imgur.com/wplcHrJ.jpeg
"Fruit's wellknown cornucopia logo appears on the Web sites of most of its distributors, acting as a visual prompt that keeps Fruit's products at the tip of its customers' tongues"2001, "Sculpture Magazine" article
https://sculpturemagazine.art/10794-2/
https://i.imgur.com/il8VFmk.jpeg
"Nowadays, a cornucopia like this makes you think of bland branding, like Fruit of the Loom"2001, "Writing to Save Your Life" book
https://www.reddit.com/MandelaEffect/comments/103ikw1/a_couple_of_fruit_of_the_loom_cornucopia_examples/
https://archive.org/details/writingtosaveyou0000weld/page/32/mode/2up?q=%22cornucopia+logo%22
https://i.imgur.com/EA8bfwO.jpeg
"preceded the funny guys dressed in the oversized fruit costumes of the cornucopia logo"2001, "The Modesto Bee" article
https://www.reddit.com/MandelaEffect/comments/m19j20/new_fotl_residue/
https://www.newspapers.com/article/the-modesto-bee/73020858/
https://i.imgur.com/V6drTtY.jpeg
"Fruit of the Loom, which offers a cornucopia label that echose Reedley's fruit basket motto"2006, "The Ant Bully" movie
https://i.imgur.com/zmz04Jg.jpeg
"Fruit of the Loin"2012, "South Park" season 16 episode 06
https://www.reddit.com/MandelaEffect/comments/9dxkog/with_all_the_talk_about_fruit_of_the_loom_the/
https://i.imgur.com/rfGT4I4.jpeg
"Cornucopia Brand"2015, "The Nest" article
https://www.reddit.com/MandelaEffect/comments/5b0mwn/residual_fruit_of_the_looms_cornucopia_logo/
https://web.archive.org/web/20150921085052/http://woman.thenest.com/become-model-fruit-loom-22408.html
https://i.imgur.com/sO6Qpye.jpeg
"The cornucopia of fruit on the label is the company's recognizable symbol along with the Fruit of the Loom guys"
https://www.reddit.com/MandelaEffect/comments/5b0mwn/residual_fruit_of_the_looms_cornucopia_logo/
2024.05.09 20:00 Ancient-Gift9673 Today i found out you can't hit a police officer in self defence.
 | Today morning at around 2:30 while waiting for my uber to go home from Chanakyapuri, i saw these north east guys getting beat up by the police on the road side, one had his whole clothes torn and was all bloodied up, i honestly think they could've killed him. submitted by Ancient-Gift9673 to delhi [link] [comments] Idk the whole story but i feel like that's too much so, i stepped in, deescalated the situation with words, and while everyone was calm and communicating with words already, one police officer just slapped me. I was not that phased at first but was like really, calm down, then he slapped me again and out of impulse i punched him, at the end, i had to get stiches at the back of my head, because someone hit me with a stick from behind. I lost my phone, wallet and my watch, and probably some brain cells too tbh. After that i was taken to the hospital by a police officer, he brought me food, gave me some money since i lost my wallet and in the morning buy me breakfast and chai at the police station canteen, and told me he'll try his best to find my phone back. I'm not one to press charges because i respect the police and i told him that, we all makes mistakes sometimes and that's how we learn but since i needed my phone he took me to the police station. Btw he is the same guy who slapped me, but we understand each other, and know its just a heat of the moment things, and we get along quite well, and since his shift was about to be over he left. Everyone there were very professional and they treat me well. And funny thing is not even one of the north east guys they beat up were there, if they commit a crime shouldn't they be there getting arrested. Turns out from what I've heard they were just a bit drunk on their way home from having a good time. And to think getting nearly killed over that. Like north eastern people are also Indian. I ended up catching a case. Right now I'm out on a bail. Delhi police are very professional in my opinion, we all make mistakes sometimes. and i respect them a lot still. But as a student it sucks losing my phone, it recently got stolen a few months ago as well. Plus having to pay personal bail bonds on top of that. And having several stiches at the back of my head when my exams are near. You can always do better delhi police, always remember your motto 'Peace, Service, Justice'(शांति सेवा न्याय) . . . edit: Well I'll just answer most of your common questions here. btw this post is for awareness. Btw I'm no saint and i know that, i may come across as a victim but honesty I'm not that phased. How can you still respect the police? Well in my personal experience the police have helped me a lot in the past and have forgiven me a ton of times and i know the person who slapped me was just doing his duty and btw its illegal to hit any gov. employee on duty, period, i know this from my past experience, but i made this post just for awareness. Btw i have been to 16 states in India and trust me, Delhi police, especially those who are posted in Chanakyapuri area are the most professional ones you'll encounter. But no one is perfect. And btw i have never face any discrimination because I'm from north east. But others certainly do, and that's kind of the reason why i stepped in, even without knowing the details. Why don't you press charges? Well honestly it's just not worth my time. but i will if things don't go smoothly. And this is just a misunderstanding, and the police in particular had 3 kids and a wife who are dependent on him. and he is just doing his duty. And also men are simple creatures, after the hospital visit he brought me a smoke and we chat for a while and then he drove me to the ps to have chai and breakfast, helped me get cleaned up, gave me some money cause i lost my phone. yk men can get an altercation and fight tonight but as the sun rises they can become best friends, he even gave me his personal no. And honestly all the other police were nothing but kind to me, one stepped up as my witness since i don't remember any no. other than my own. But they have to file a report since it involved me getting to the hospital. And they dropped me off to my house after. Why don't you tell your parents? Well like i said i don't want to get my parents stressed over small stuffs, its not that big of a deal to me. like they say " ignorance is bliss" And even in my city, once i get into a crash and my bike broke in half, and i got a small fracture in my leg, but i just went home saying i slipped and my friend dropped me off, since i can't ride home. Then the next day i went out for trekking, while limping and fell off a cliff, my friends genuinely thought i died, but luckily i fell into some soft sand, btw its around a 40 foot drop. but my parents still don't even know about that, lol. i try to be as independent as possible cause i know i cannot always rely on my dad. And btw i don't want to stain my dad's name, because honestly he had done so much for our community, and when i fuck up, his name is always mentioned. And trust me i've fucked up a lot as a kid. And lastly thanks for your support, even the negative comments gave me a good laugh. Trust me i'm a tough kid, always having to shift around since i was young, and sometimes being the only NE kid in the whole school. i learned boxing and mma in middle school and i've been hit harder, and i have scars and stitching all over my body because i love bikes but unfortunately i'm a semi professional rider lol. The only reason i punched the police was because i feel disrespected, and i don't condone excessive violence like if they commit a crime, just arrest them, no need to beat them up first, but like they say "give respect to earn respect:" And btw delhi, you need to care more for others, in my opinion, not to badmouth north india, but south indian and some NE states have some of the best people i've ever met. even thou i made a lot of wonderful friends while in delhi. i"ll let you know how it goes, in the meantime " no matter where life takes me, you'll find me with a smile" because i know i'm blessed more than i deserve. one bad experience does not mean it isn't a wonderful life. edit 2: since some of you guys want pics, here's some, and btw got a free haircut too lol https://preview.redd.it/h07yqp5ewqzc1.jpg?width=1932&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=866abf7b8b948f3b5da17a26c2baff21584ab2ec https://preview.redd.it/vm61z75ewqzc1.jpg?width=1932&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=54aa2f3c3c39163852589a62b5d5f84b2338fd70 |
2024.05.09 03:54 Cutiesaurs Does my pilot have a shot? Please be honest
Quest of the Sages
Episode 1: Kill the messenger
By Jesse Gartung
The episode begins in a cave with it being dimly lit revealing paints of the history of the world before. Then a narrator who we aren’t seeing begins speaking in an old and grumbly voice. about the cave paintings.
Narrator: War, war never changes. For thousands of years the people of this world prosper thanks to a substance of condensed magic known as magite. They have used it to forge tools and weapons and even used it as an unlimited fuel source. But ever since the Great Magic Blasts. At the end of the war, our world was never the same. The magic dust has mutated creatures into more intelligent beings, while others were turned into brainless monsters. Mother nature retook the land and people have split into different tribes. One of these was the Sages of Ages, who sent out their best messenger, Cutiesaurs with a strange letter and an unknown location. All was going fine until he was intervened by the Cult of Bob who captured him and took him to Tombstone Hill.
The scene shifts to Tombstone Hill where Cutiesaurs, a creature with blue skin, wearing a space helmet, orange shirt with black spots and blue pants is tied up and held captive by the Cult of Bob. Their leader Bob, who is much taller than them and wears a dark red cape, walks up to Cutie with a Crossbow.
Bob: Well, Cutie, The Sages might have been a little careless when they sent you. You shouldn’t have crossed paths with me.
Bob raises his crossbow and the screen goes blank and a shot is heard then the main title. Then the scene shifts to Cutie waking up in a bed of an old overgrown rusty shack with a man sitting in a chair opposite of him.
The man: Hold it there fellow, take it easy. You from that crossbow. They would have decapitated you if my adopted daughter Molly didn’t intervene and brought you to me.
Cutiesaurs: Who are you and where am I?
The man: My name is Earl and this is Dead Gulch City. North of Tombstone Hill.
Cutiesaurs: Did you know who shot me?
Earl: From what I heard from Molly it was the Cult of Bob but I don’t know why they shot you.
Cutiesaurs: They were probably after my message which the Sages gave me. This letter has a foreign language that I couldn’t figure out. There was no way to figure out where it came from but they sent me to these coordinates and I can’t figure out why I was sent.
Molly: Look Doc at his chest where he was shot, His wound is completely healed.
Earl: What do you know? It has healed itself
Cutiesars: Well I have regenerative powers. They come in pretty handy.
Cutiesaurs: Thank you. Now can I leave? I need to go to the outpost pub to report to the Sages here for my report about what happened to me.
Earl: Sure let my daughter Molly show you the way.
Cutie and Molly exit Earl’s house and fades out then fades into Molly leading Cutie to the outpost pub where it is a bar completely overgrown. Where they see the owner of the Outpost Pub wiping his table. Cutie and Molly head to the owner and talk to him.
Molly: Hi Carl.
Carl: Hi Molly I see there is a new person right here. What’s this fellow's name?
Cutiesaurs: Cutiesaurs Messenger from the Sages of Ages. I am here to report why I’m here in Dead Gulch City.
Carl: Okay so why are you here?
Cutiesaurs: Well I was captured by the Cult of Bob and taken to Tombstone Hill and Bob shot me in the heart .That’s all I can tell you.
Molly: Let me tell you the rest. I was going to Tombstone Hill taking my walk when I noticed some figures and when I got closer to them I noticed who they were. The Cult of Bob nearly cut off Cutie’s head for some reason and then they noticed me and ran away. They probably thought I was a Knight. When I walked up the hill I noticed Cutie and saw his wound, and he was still breathing but was unconscious. So I took him to my father Earl.
messenger. Also, I use my helmet to hide my letters.(Cutie reaches inside his helmet before taking out a message with strange symbols) Or one of them.
Carl: That explains a lot.
Cutiesaurs: Well I wasn’t here to share stories with some strangers. I’m here to report about my delivery.
Carl: Funny that you ask about that. I got this letter saying that you have been suspended from your job because they think you are captured or worse and they also canceled their delivery.
Cutiesaurs: Great! Just great! I’ve been suspended and the owner canceled his delivery. This is the worst day of my life. Carl gave me a Fizzy Mizzy drink.
Molly: Me too Carl.
Carl: Alright two Fizzy Mizzy Drinks that will be 20 Star Coasters for you.
Carl pours two cups of Fizzy Mizzy’s while Cutie hands him 20 Star coasters.
Carl: Well congrats for being my 100th customer Cutie you get a free Crone! (Carl places an old Crone on the shelf)
Cutiesaurs: Really? A Crone?
Carl: What? It’s my mother’s and my wife says that she needs to leave so I’m giving her away.
Cutiesaurs: Okay I just put her aside for now.
Cutie pushes the Crone away with his sword then begins drinking his Mizzy while rambling about his situation.
Cutiesaurs: Great I got shot, suspended from my job, and the owner canceled his delivery, and I got the only way to decipher that map while the cult has taken my map, and now I have an Old crone. Well, it can’t get any worse.
Just then Three reptiles came into the bar, the small one that is tall and thin with lots of spikes, another that looks like a Naga, and the third one is muscular. The muscular reptile walks up to Cutie and Molly.
The Muscular Reptile: Hey there guys.
Carl: Great not them again.
The Muscular reptile: Oh yes and I see you got a new visitor.
Cutie then leans on the Muscular reptile and begins sipping his Fizzy Mizzy. Let's not overdo this.
Cutiesaurs: Yep so what are a bunch of Slithers doing here in the Bar?
The Naga: Well we are here for an important job. Let us introduce ourselves. I'm Sprong, The skinny one is Spike and our leader is Ironclad.
Ironclad: And we just need some information for…
Cutiesaurs: Something important? Yea you Slithers are all the same, threatening an entire tribe for information.
Spike: Yea we always do the same thing.
Ironclad (bonking Spike's head): Shut up Spike. But who are you, mister?
Cutiesaurs: Cutiesaurs or Cutie for short.
Ironclad: Mister Cutie. Well, let’s change things around and attack you and your pretty blonde friend.
Cutiesaurs: I’m itching for a fight (Cutie pulls out his sword.) Also, Molly is not my friend.
Molly then pulls out her bow and pulls it back then they begin to attack and Molly attacks the Slithers with her elemental arrows with good aim.
Cutiesaurs: I see you got a nice aim.
Molly: Thanks, I’ve been practicing all my life thanks to my father.
Cutie then gets strangled by Sprong Tail. He stabs him, and he begins squirting out pink slime and losing his grip with Cutie. The battle ends when Cutie and Molly fling the Crone onto Ironclad’s head and start banging Ironclad’s head with her staff.
Ironclad: You may have won this time but we’ll return stronger as you know. Remember our motto ‘The tougher the target the harder we become!’
The Slithers head out of the bar with the crone still on Ironclads head.
Carl: Thank you, guys. The Slither are always threatening our town ever since The Cult of Bob sent them to take out Marl for some reason.
Cutiesaurs: Wait, do you know where the Cult is?
Carl: No but I think Marl Knows where the Cult is.
Cutiesaurs: Do you know where he is?
The scene then fades to another old overgrown shack. Where Cutie and Molly are at the door. Cutie then knocks at the door. The plot needs some timing
Marl: Who is it?
Cutiesaurs: It’s Cutie and this is Molly.
Marl: Oh thank the forgotten for Sage of Ages soldiers!
Cutiesaurs: But we aren’t…
Before Cutie could complete his sentence Marl unlocks the door, opens it then drags Cutie and Molly in it then closes and locks the door again.
Marl: I’ve been stuck in here for a few days now ever since the Cult of Bob sent the Slithers to kill me since I was holding a message warning the Sages that the Cult murdered one of the receivers for information on some cryptic messages.
Cutiesaurs: Well that, I was going to tell you before you dragged us in. We aren’t soldiers. I'm the messenger with the cryptic message. And Molly is just a resident here.
Marl: Oh.
Molly: Cutie was shot in the heart and if I didn’t stop them they would have decapitated him.
Cutiesaurs: Which is why I am here. I am wondering if you know where the cult is.
Marl: Sadly I don’t know where they are since they move constantly. But I do think the Slithers know where they are
Cutiesaurs: Great now we have to subdue these cold blooded mercenaries since I…
Molly: Ahem
Cutiesaurs: I mean we defeated them at the bar. They will be back stronger. So we need to prepare for them. I’ll make some traps even though they won’t be advanced like the Barons.
Molly: I’ll create some arrows for my bow.
Marl: And I’ll sit around the corner and grovel since I’m a lover, not a fighter.
Cutie and Molly prepare for battle and while Cutie is polishing his sword, Molly interrupts him to ask Cutie a question.
Molly: Cutie, do you have a family?
Cutiesaurs: No I don’t.
Molly: I don’t have a family. Earl just found me and he raised me. He’s the only person that took care of me.
Cutiesaurs: Well I was raised by the Sages of Ages and when I was older I took care of myself. I don’t need anyone. I can do fine by myself.
Molly: Says the guy who was caught by the Cult of Bob.
Cutiesaurs: Listen, that was a fluke. I don't need anyone! I’ve taken myself for years without anyone's help and I’ve been fine.
Molly: Sometimes Cutie it’s okay if you have friends they might help you out.
Cutiesaurs: No I don’t like to have friends so just leave me alone!
Just then Marl looks at the window and sees an army of Slithers.
Marl: They’re here.
Cutiesaurs: Good time to wrangle up some lizards.
Cutie opens the door and Cutie and Molly race’s downhill and Cutie uses his traps while Molly uses her Arrow to ensnare the Slithers until Ironclad with two metal gauntlets appears out of the smoke.
Ironclad: Well Cutie we meet again! This time I’m ready. (Cutie swings his sword at Ironclad but he blocks them. He then beats up Cutie) Looks like it’s the end for you! (Before Ironclad could finish off, Molly shoots an electric arrow at him and shocks him, giving Cutie the chance to knock Ironclad down.)
After that, the Slithers are handed to the local police force. Cutie walks up to a captured Ironclad for some questions.
Cutiesaurs: I got a question for you, Ironclad. Where is the Cult of Bob!?
Ironclad: I don’t know since he moves around a lot so he gave me this piece of paper if we were successful in our job. (Ironclad gives Cutie the piece of paper.) I don’t understand what it is.
Cutiesaurs: Well it’s in french which means he’s in Ville des renards or the City of Foxes which I know the location of.
Molly: Really!? Well, I’m coming with you.
Cutiesaurs: What!? What about Earl doesn’t he need you!?
Molly: I spoke with Earl and he told me that you are responsible for me because you need all the help you can get.
Cutiesaurs: Fine Molly let’s go to the city of Foxes together.
Molly: Okay.
Cutie and Molly exit the town and then the screen fades to the credits.
THE END
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Episode 1: Kill the messenger
By Jesse Gartung
The episode begins in a cave with it being dimly lit revealing paints of the history of the world before. Then a narrator who we aren’t seeing begins speaking in an old and grumbly voice. about the cave paintings.
Narrator: War, war never changes. For thousands of years the people of this world prosper thanks to a substance of condensed magic known as magite. They have used it to forge tools and weapons and even used it as an unlimited fuel source. But ever since the Great Magic Blasts. At the end of the war, our world was never the same. The magic dust has mutated creatures into more intelligent beings, while others were turned into brainless monsters. Mother nature retook the land and people have split into different tribes. One of these was the Sages of Ages, who sent out their best messenger, Cutiesaurs with a strange letter and an unknown location. All was going fine until he was intervened by the Cult of Bob who captured him and took him to Tombstone Hill.
The scene shifts to Tombstone Hill where Cutiesaurs, a creature with blue skin, wearing a space helmet, orange shirt with black spots and blue pants is tied up and held captive by the Cult of Bob. Their leader Bob, who is much taller than them and wears a dark red cape, walks up to Cutie with a Crossbow.
Bob: Well, Cutie, The Sages might have been a little careless when they sent you. You shouldn’t have crossed paths with me.
Bob raises his crossbow and the screen goes blank and a shot is heard then the main title. Then the scene shifts to Cutie waking up in a bed of an old overgrown rusty shack with a man sitting in a chair opposite of him.
The man: Hold it there fellow, take it easy. You from that crossbow. They would have decapitated you if my adopted daughter Molly didn’t intervene and brought you to me.
Cutiesaurs: Who are you and where am I?
The man: My name is Earl and this is Dead Gulch City. North of Tombstone Hill.
Cutiesaurs: Did you know who shot me?
Earl: From what I heard from Molly it was the Cult of Bob but I don’t know why they shot you.
Cutiesaurs: They were probably after my message which the Sages gave me. This letter has a foreign language that I couldn’t figure out. There was no way to figure out where it came from but they sent me to these coordinates and I can’t figure out why I was sent.
Molly: Look Doc at his chest where he was shot, His wound is completely healed.
Earl: What do you know? It has healed itself
Cutiesars: Well I have regenerative powers. They come in pretty handy.
Cutiesaurs: Thank you. Now can I leave? I need to go to the outpost pub to report to the Sages here for my report about what happened to me.
Earl: Sure let my daughter Molly show you the way.
Cutie and Molly exit Earl’s house and fades out then fades into Molly leading Cutie to the outpost pub where it is a bar completely overgrown. Where they see the owner of the Outpost Pub wiping his table. Cutie and Molly head to the owner and talk to him.
Molly: Hi Carl.
Carl: Hi Molly I see there is a new person right here. What’s this fellow's name?
Cutiesaurs: Cutiesaurs Messenger from the Sages of Ages. I am here to report why I’m here in Dead Gulch City.
Carl: Okay so why are you here?
Cutiesaurs: Well I was captured by the Cult of Bob and taken to Tombstone Hill and Bob shot me in the heart .That’s all I can tell you.
Molly: Let me tell you the rest. I was going to Tombstone Hill taking my walk when I noticed some figures and when I got closer to them I noticed who they were. The Cult of Bob nearly cut off Cutie’s head for some reason and then they noticed me and ran away. They probably thought I was a Knight. When I walked up the hill I noticed Cutie and saw his wound, and he was still breathing but was unconscious. So I took him to my father Earl.
messenger. Also, I use my helmet to hide my letters.(Cutie reaches inside his helmet before taking out a message with strange symbols) Or one of them.
Carl: That explains a lot.
Cutiesaurs: Well I wasn’t here to share stories with some strangers. I’m here to report about my delivery.
Carl: Funny that you ask about that. I got this letter saying that you have been suspended from your job because they think you are captured or worse and they also canceled their delivery.
Cutiesaurs: Great! Just great! I’ve been suspended and the owner canceled his delivery. This is the worst day of my life. Carl gave me a Fizzy Mizzy drink.
Molly: Me too Carl.
Carl: Alright two Fizzy Mizzy Drinks that will be 20 Star Coasters for you.
Carl pours two cups of Fizzy Mizzy’s while Cutie hands him 20 Star coasters.
Carl: Well congrats for being my 100th customer Cutie you get a free Crone! (Carl places an old Crone on the shelf)
Cutiesaurs: Really? A Crone?
Carl: What? It’s my mother’s and my wife says that she needs to leave so I’m giving her away.
Cutiesaurs: Okay I just put her aside for now.
Cutie pushes the Crone away with his sword then begins drinking his Mizzy while rambling about his situation.
Cutiesaurs: Great I got shot, suspended from my job, and the owner canceled his delivery, and I got the only way to decipher that map while the cult has taken my map, and now I have an Old crone. Well, it can’t get any worse.
Just then Three reptiles came into the bar, the small one that is tall and thin with lots of spikes, another that looks like a Naga, and the third one is muscular. The muscular reptile walks up to Cutie and Molly.
The Muscular Reptile: Hey there guys.
Carl: Great not them again.
The Muscular reptile: Oh yes and I see you got a new visitor.
Cutie then leans on the Muscular reptile and begins sipping his Fizzy Mizzy. Let's not overdo this.
Cutiesaurs: Yep so what are a bunch of Slithers doing here in the Bar?
The Naga: Well we are here for an important job. Let us introduce ourselves. I'm Sprong, The skinny one is Spike and our leader is Ironclad.
Ironclad: And we just need some information for…
Cutiesaurs: Something important? Yea you Slithers are all the same, threatening an entire tribe for information.
Spike: Yea we always do the same thing.
Ironclad (bonking Spike's head): Shut up Spike. But who are you, mister?
Cutiesaurs: Cutiesaurs or Cutie for short.
Ironclad: Mister Cutie. Well, let’s change things around and attack you and your pretty blonde friend.
Cutiesaurs: I’m itching for a fight (Cutie pulls out his sword.) Also, Molly is not my friend.
Molly then pulls out her bow and pulls it back then they begin to attack and Molly attacks the Slithers with her elemental arrows with good aim.
Cutiesaurs: I see you got a nice aim.
Molly: Thanks, I’ve been practicing all my life thanks to my father.
Cutie then gets strangled by Sprong Tail. He stabs him, and he begins squirting out pink slime and losing his grip with Cutie. The battle ends when Cutie and Molly fling the Crone onto Ironclad’s head and start banging Ironclad’s head with her staff.
Ironclad: You may have won this time but we’ll return stronger as you know. Remember our motto ‘The tougher the target the harder we become!’
The Slithers head out of the bar with the crone still on Ironclads head.
Carl: Thank you, guys. The Slither are always threatening our town ever since The Cult of Bob sent them to take out Marl for some reason.
Cutiesaurs: Wait, do you know where the Cult is?
Carl: No but I think Marl Knows where the Cult is.
Cutiesaurs: Do you know where he is?
The scene then fades to another old overgrown shack. Where Cutie and Molly are at the door. Cutie then knocks at the door. The plot needs some timing
Marl: Who is it?
Cutiesaurs: It’s Cutie and this is Molly.
Marl: Oh thank the forgotten for Sage of Ages soldiers!
Cutiesaurs: But we aren’t…
Before Cutie could complete his sentence Marl unlocks the door, opens it then drags Cutie and Molly in it then closes and locks the door again.
Marl: I’ve been stuck in here for a few days now ever since the Cult of Bob sent the Slithers to kill me since I was holding a message warning the Sages that the Cult murdered one of the receivers for information on some cryptic messages.
Cutiesaurs: Well that, I was going to tell you before you dragged us in. We aren’t soldiers. I'm the messenger with the cryptic message. And Molly is just a resident here.
Marl: Oh.
Molly: Cutie was shot in the heart and if I didn’t stop them they would have decapitated him.
Cutiesaurs: Which is why I am here. I am wondering if you know where the cult is.
Marl: Sadly I don’t know where they are since they move constantly. But I do think the Slithers know where they are
Cutiesaurs: Great now we have to subdue these cold blooded mercenaries since I…
Molly: Ahem
Cutiesaurs: I mean we defeated them at the bar. They will be back stronger. So we need to prepare for them. I’ll make some traps even though they won’t be advanced like the Barons.
Molly: I’ll create some arrows for my bow.
Marl: And I’ll sit around the corner and grovel since I’m a lover, not a fighter.
Cutie and Molly prepare for battle and while Cutie is polishing his sword, Molly interrupts him to ask Cutie a question.
Molly: Cutie, do you have a family?
Cutiesaurs: No I don’t.
Molly: I don’t have a family. Earl just found me and he raised me. He’s the only person that took care of me.
Cutiesaurs: Well I was raised by the Sages of Ages and when I was older I took care of myself. I don’t need anyone. I can do fine by myself.
Molly: Says the guy who was caught by the Cult of Bob.
Cutiesaurs: Listen, that was a fluke. I don't need anyone! I’ve taken myself for years without anyone's help and I’ve been fine.
Molly: Sometimes Cutie it’s okay if you have friends they might help you out.
Cutiesaurs: No I don’t like to have friends so just leave me alone!
Just then Marl looks at the window and sees an army of Slithers.
Marl: They’re here.
Cutiesaurs: Good time to wrangle up some lizards.
Cutie opens the door and Cutie and Molly race’s downhill and Cutie uses his traps while Molly uses her Arrow to ensnare the Slithers until Ironclad with two metal gauntlets appears out of the smoke.
Ironclad: Well Cutie we meet again! This time I’m ready. (Cutie swings his sword at Ironclad but he blocks them. He then beats up Cutie) Looks like it’s the end for you! (Before Ironclad could finish off, Molly shoots an electric arrow at him and shocks him, giving Cutie the chance to knock Ironclad down.)
After that, the Slithers are handed to the local police force. Cutie walks up to a captured Ironclad for some questions.
Cutiesaurs: I got a question for you, Ironclad. Where is the Cult of Bob!?
Ironclad: I don’t know since he moves around a lot so he gave me this piece of paper if we were successful in our job. (Ironclad gives Cutie the piece of paper.) I don’t understand what it is.
Cutiesaurs: Well it’s in french which means he’s in Ville des renards or the City of Foxes which I know the location of.
Molly: Really!? Well, I’m coming with you.
Cutiesaurs: What!? What about Earl doesn’t he need you!?
Molly: I spoke with Earl and he told me that you are responsible for me because you need all the help you can get.
Cutiesaurs: Fine Molly let’s go to the city of Foxes together.
Molly: Okay.
Cutie and Molly exit the town and then the screen fades to the credits.
THE END
2024.05.08 22:44 Ok_District4689 The Motto
I'm the fuckin' man, y'all don't get it, do ya?
Type of money, everybody acting like they knew ya
Go Uptown, New York City, bitch
Them Spanish girls love me like I'm Aventura
Tell Uncle Luke I'm out in Miami too
Clubbin' hard, fuckin' women, there ain't much to do
Wrist bling, got a condo up on Biscayne
Still gettin' brain from a thang, ain't shit changed
How you feel, how you feel, how you feel?
Twenty-five, sitting on twenty-five mil', uh
I'm in the building and I'm feeling myself
Rest in peace Mac Dre, I'ma do it for the Bay, okay
Gettin' paid, we'll holler whenever that stop
My team good, we don't really need a mascot
Tell Tune light one, pass it like a relay
YMCMB, you niggas more YMCA
Me, Franny, and Mally Mall at the crib-o
Shout goes out to Niko, J, and Chubbs, shout to Gibbo
We got Santa Margherita by the liter
She know even if I'm fucking with her, I don't really need her
Aww, that's how you feel, man? That's really how you feel?
'Cause the pimpin' ice cold, all these bitches wanna chill
I mean maybe she won't, then again, maybe she will
I can almost guarantee she know the deal, real nigga, what's up?
Now she want a photo, you already know, though
You only live once, that's the motto, nigga, YOLO
And we 'bout it every day, every day, every day
Like we sittin' on the bench, nigga, we don't really play
Every day, every day, fuck what anybody say
Can't see 'em 'cause the money in the way, real nigga, what's up?
One time, fuck one time
I'm callin' niggas out like the umpire
Seven grams in the blunt
Almost drowned in her pussy, so I swam to her butt
It's Eastside, we in this bitch
Wish a nigga would like a tree in this bitch
And if a leaf fall, put some weed in that bitch
That's my MO, add a B to that shit
I'm fucked up, tore down
I'm twisted, doorknob
Talk stupid, off with your head
Nigga, money talks, and Mr. Ed, yeah
I'm so Young Money
Got a drum on the gun, Energizer Bunny
Funny how honey ain't sweet like sugar
Ain't shit sweet, niggas on the street like hookers
I tongue-kiss her other tongue
Skeet, skeet, skeet, water gun
Oh my God, Becky, look at her butt, Tunechi
Now she want a photo, you already know, though (Yeah)
You only live once, that's the motto, nigga, YOLO
And we 'bout it every day, every day, every day
Like we sittin' on the bench, nigga, we don't really play
Every day, every day, fuck what anybody say
Can't see 'em 'cause the money in the way, real nigga, what's up?
Real nigga, what's up?
Now she want a photo, you already know, though
You only live once, that's the motto, nigga, YOLO
And we 'bout it every day, every day, every day
Like we sittin' on the bench, nigga, we don't really play
Every day, every day, fuck what anybody say
Can't see 'em 'cause the money in the way, real nigga, what's up?
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Type of money, everybody acting like they knew ya
Go Uptown, New York City, bitch
Them Spanish girls love me like I'm Aventura
Tell Uncle Luke I'm out in Miami too
Clubbin' hard, fuckin' women, there ain't much to do
Wrist bling, got a condo up on Biscayne
Still gettin' brain from a thang, ain't shit changed
How you feel, how you feel, how you feel?
Twenty-five, sitting on twenty-five mil', uh
I'm in the building and I'm feeling myself
Rest in peace Mac Dre, I'ma do it for the Bay, okay
Gettin' paid, we'll holler whenever that stop
My team good, we don't really need a mascot
Tell Tune light one, pass it like a relay
YMCMB, you niggas more YMCA
Me, Franny, and Mally Mall at the crib-o
Shout goes out to Niko, J, and Chubbs, shout to Gibbo
We got Santa Margherita by the liter
She know even if I'm fucking with her, I don't really need her
Aww, that's how you feel, man? That's really how you feel?
'Cause the pimpin' ice cold, all these bitches wanna chill
I mean maybe she won't, then again, maybe she will
I can almost guarantee she know the deal, real nigga, what's up?
Now she want a photo, you already know, though
You only live once, that's the motto, nigga, YOLO
And we 'bout it every day, every day, every day
Like we sittin' on the bench, nigga, we don't really play
Every day, every day, fuck what anybody say
Can't see 'em 'cause the money in the way, real nigga, what's up?
One time, fuck one time
I'm callin' niggas out like the umpire
Seven grams in the blunt
Almost drowned in her pussy, so I swam to her butt
It's Eastside, we in this bitch
Wish a nigga would like a tree in this bitch
And if a leaf fall, put some weed in that bitch
That's my MO, add a B to that shit
I'm fucked up, tore down
I'm twisted, doorknob
Talk stupid, off with your head
Nigga, money talks, and Mr. Ed, yeah
I'm so Young Money
Got a drum on the gun, Energizer Bunny
Funny how honey ain't sweet like sugar
Ain't shit sweet, niggas on the street like hookers
I tongue-kiss her other tongue
Skeet, skeet, skeet, water gun
Oh my God, Becky, look at her butt, Tunechi
Now she want a photo, you already know, though (Yeah)
You only live once, that's the motto, nigga, YOLO
And we 'bout it every day, every day, every day
Like we sittin' on the bench, nigga, we don't really play
Every day, every day, fuck what anybody say
Can't see 'em 'cause the money in the way, real nigga, what's up?
Real nigga, what's up?
Now she want a photo, you already know, though
You only live once, that's the motto, nigga, YOLO
And we 'bout it every day, every day, every day
Like we sittin' on the bench, nigga, we don't really play
Every day, every day, fuck what anybody say
Can't see 'em 'cause the money in the way, real nigga, what's up?
2024.05.07 12:47 Relevant_Ad_8405 When to get custom license plates made
A little backstory. I had horrible credit, so a lot of my bad choices were leading to denial of new opportunities. So I started saying denied a lot around the house. Anytime I would get my hope up about something, I would already know the outcome. Denied. If I had to do something simple like make a change of address, it would be such a hassle and they would lose it. If I call to make a payment, sorry, our systems are down right now. So thats my hakuna matata, my motto, denied.
Fast forward and Im making better choices and living in a better place finally. So I want to commemorate my car and get custom plates for it. I want to get the word, DENIED, on it. I check availability, its available. I go down to county and with the paperwork and what do you fucken know…it gets denied. I couldnt help but laugh my ass off and the employee was like whats so funny…I just told her this is exactly what im talking about. She tried again, and guess what, it got approved. Guess fate was trying to make a joke out of my life the past 5 years and finally got me to laugh.
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Fast forward and Im making better choices and living in a better place finally. So I want to commemorate my car and get custom plates for it. I want to get the word, DENIED, on it. I check availability, its available. I go down to county and with the paperwork and what do you fucken know…it gets denied. I couldnt help but laugh my ass off and the employee was like whats so funny…I just told her this is exactly what im talking about. She tried again, and guess what, it got approved. Guess fate was trying to make a joke out of my life the past 5 years and finally got me to laugh.
2024.05.06 17:48 Better_Spring_9588 You are the one…
Dear: Don’t Blame it on Me,
I told you how I felt. You are the one who keeps changing the narrative to something that is not mine. Obviously, you don’t want to be with me or you would have already been here. Don’t blame me for things going wrong in our “relationship” if that’s what you think you want to call it. We didn’t have a relationship. I had feelings for you and told you. You never signed your name to anything descriptive. You never truly and publicly acknowledged you had any feelings. I’m tired of your constant narrative which is attempting to control the way that you think I should perceive things. If you don’t have the balls to call or say something to me and yet, you have the time to invent tons of emotionally laden narratives that are obviously being utilized to provoke some stupid emotional extreme, you are the mentally fucked up one, not me. I recognize that what you are presenting mirrors my situation at home. Fuck you for these hurtful methods and working for a company that believes in this bogus and not gentle-at-all therapy. Obviously, I have more than misjudged you. If you have sat back and watched this pain and done nothing, said nothing, questioned nothing, and refuted nothing…you are just like him (my husband), and this is so fucking sick it’s not even funny. Fuck you for giving me any energy underneath your skin and exterior that you actually cared about me. Fuck you for playing out being Autistic and knowing I would succumb to being sympathetic to you. This is so fucked up and psychologically unethical. You fucking broke character, you jerk…and I saw that you actually cared. It’s hard enough to walk around on this Earth reading everyone’s energy, but to be around people who would hide their real emotions for the sake of a company who strips people bare with the idea of quick success and significant change, never really comprehending a whole other facet of communication, which is even stronger and more powerful than anything else. Your bullshit would have worked perfectly if I hadn’t been able to see the insides of you. A perfectly conceived therapy for the shallow and mundane. Great job. What about the rest of us? Do you think I don’t hear everything that you say to yourself in regards to me? The constant conundrum, the sometimes guilt, and yet everything continues as it proceeded? If you think your actions don’t have radical consequences to your own soul, you are wrong. I have seen the energy transfer and there is pain and holes in it. Your false beliefs that this pain is the only true way to wake up is absolutely false because passion, inspiration, vulnerability, and laughter have proven otherwise and now you get to determine if your ego will stay stuck and proceed with bias and your want and need to succeed will keep you rooted in your course without freedom. I got it, but I don’t know how to ask for help in a way that honors my physical and emotional needs? Every time I feel like I ask for help, I am met with confusion, a lack of clarity, and results that leave me worse off than if I had just left everything alone. When I fought and fought and advocated for a diagnosis for my Celiac Disease, the obstacles were enormous, unpredictable, and I was absolutely exhausted demanding advocacy for myself. I turned inward because no one would take adequate care of me or listen to me, so I became my own expert and learned everything I could so I didn’t have to rely on others and have them constantly disappoint me and make me feel inadequate and worthless. I am highly annoyed with people who don’t enjoy learning or outrightly refuse to even listen to another’s perspective, which is exactly what I became when I was married to a man that didn’t listen, empathize, or truly care about me or my passions. That’s why it’s important for me to be gentle with everyone else’s process. There’s a fine line between honoring oneself and one’s boundaries and stepping over potential boundaries of someone else’s trauma. I don’t know if I can deal with the pain of this process anymore. I have nothing to hold onto and no one to physically pick me up and hold me when I can’t and don’t want to bare anymore of this pain and hell. I feel so out of control right now, I have considered returning to the place which brought me all the pain in the first place. I keep wondering if I am in some state of psychosis and the words and letters I am seeing on things aren’t real and things don’t have double meaning and that I have created all of this in my mind because there’s no reality anymore, no lifeline, no support that I trust to let me know, physically and emotionally that things will be okay. I receive energy from the eyes and physical presences of people. There is no such thing on the Internet. I am way past the point of helping myself. I give up. Game over. I am hurting. No more motivations. No more mottos, quotes, I should have hit the wall probably days ago. If I have to, I will continue to exist in this time and space, but I won’t play your games anymore. Keep your interpretations of my psyche to yourselves bc I don’t care. Don’t fucking open the world back up without telling me and then wonder why the idiot can’t figure out that the floodgate has been opened. Shut your fucking mouths. You have no clue what this feels like. I have wanted privacy so badly I almost drive to the gas station now to go to the bathroom. Those of you involved in this have hurt me at a level that will take me a long time to forgive. I don’t care if I didn’t meet your expectations because I am a human being and I deserve to be treated in the same way as others. Don’t look for a smile and instant forgiveness from me if this ever ends. I can’t smile right now bc I am caged and hurting. You have caged me, too, because you all agreed to doing this. I now somewhat understand school shooters , their anger, and being misunderstood, weirdly enough. The rage and aggression I feel right now is something I have never felt ever before. I hope something good comes out of all this pain because I need back into society before I truly do lose my mind.
Angry and done
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I told you how I felt. You are the one who keeps changing the narrative to something that is not mine. Obviously, you don’t want to be with me or you would have already been here. Don’t blame me for things going wrong in our “relationship” if that’s what you think you want to call it. We didn’t have a relationship. I had feelings for you and told you. You never signed your name to anything descriptive. You never truly and publicly acknowledged you had any feelings. I’m tired of your constant narrative which is attempting to control the way that you think I should perceive things. If you don’t have the balls to call or say something to me and yet, you have the time to invent tons of emotionally laden narratives that are obviously being utilized to provoke some stupid emotional extreme, you are the mentally fucked up one, not me. I recognize that what you are presenting mirrors my situation at home. Fuck you for these hurtful methods and working for a company that believes in this bogus and not gentle-at-all therapy. Obviously, I have more than misjudged you. If you have sat back and watched this pain and done nothing, said nothing, questioned nothing, and refuted nothing…you are just like him (my husband), and this is so fucking sick it’s not even funny. Fuck you for giving me any energy underneath your skin and exterior that you actually cared about me. Fuck you for playing out being Autistic and knowing I would succumb to being sympathetic to you. This is so fucked up and psychologically unethical. You fucking broke character, you jerk…and I saw that you actually cared. It’s hard enough to walk around on this Earth reading everyone’s energy, but to be around people who would hide their real emotions for the sake of a company who strips people bare with the idea of quick success and significant change, never really comprehending a whole other facet of communication, which is even stronger and more powerful than anything else. Your bullshit would have worked perfectly if I hadn’t been able to see the insides of you. A perfectly conceived therapy for the shallow and mundane. Great job. What about the rest of us? Do you think I don’t hear everything that you say to yourself in regards to me? The constant conundrum, the sometimes guilt, and yet everything continues as it proceeded? If you think your actions don’t have radical consequences to your own soul, you are wrong. I have seen the energy transfer and there is pain and holes in it. Your false beliefs that this pain is the only true way to wake up is absolutely false because passion, inspiration, vulnerability, and laughter have proven otherwise and now you get to determine if your ego will stay stuck and proceed with bias and your want and need to succeed will keep you rooted in your course without freedom. I got it, but I don’t know how to ask for help in a way that honors my physical and emotional needs? Every time I feel like I ask for help, I am met with confusion, a lack of clarity, and results that leave me worse off than if I had just left everything alone. When I fought and fought and advocated for a diagnosis for my Celiac Disease, the obstacles were enormous, unpredictable, and I was absolutely exhausted demanding advocacy for myself. I turned inward because no one would take adequate care of me or listen to me, so I became my own expert and learned everything I could so I didn’t have to rely on others and have them constantly disappoint me and make me feel inadequate and worthless. I am highly annoyed with people who don’t enjoy learning or outrightly refuse to even listen to another’s perspective, which is exactly what I became when I was married to a man that didn’t listen, empathize, or truly care about me or my passions. That’s why it’s important for me to be gentle with everyone else’s process. There’s a fine line between honoring oneself and one’s boundaries and stepping over potential boundaries of someone else’s trauma. I don’t know if I can deal with the pain of this process anymore. I have nothing to hold onto and no one to physically pick me up and hold me when I can’t and don’t want to bare anymore of this pain and hell. I feel so out of control right now, I have considered returning to the place which brought me all the pain in the first place. I keep wondering if I am in some state of psychosis and the words and letters I am seeing on things aren’t real and things don’t have double meaning and that I have created all of this in my mind because there’s no reality anymore, no lifeline, no support that I trust to let me know, physically and emotionally that things will be okay. I receive energy from the eyes and physical presences of people. There is no such thing on the Internet. I am way past the point of helping myself. I give up. Game over. I am hurting. No more motivations. No more mottos, quotes, I should have hit the wall probably days ago. If I have to, I will continue to exist in this time and space, but I won’t play your games anymore. Keep your interpretations of my psyche to yourselves bc I don’t care. Don’t fucking open the world back up without telling me and then wonder why the idiot can’t figure out that the floodgate has been opened. Shut your fucking mouths. You have no clue what this feels like. I have wanted privacy so badly I almost drive to the gas station now to go to the bathroom. Those of you involved in this have hurt me at a level that will take me a long time to forgive. I don’t care if I didn’t meet your expectations because I am a human being and I deserve to be treated in the same way as others. Don’t look for a smile and instant forgiveness from me if this ever ends. I can’t smile right now bc I am caged and hurting. You have caged me, too, because you all agreed to doing this. I now somewhat understand school shooters , their anger, and being misunderstood, weirdly enough. The rage and aggression I feel right now is something I have never felt ever before. I hope something good comes out of all this pain because I need back into society before I truly do lose my mind.
Angry and done
2024.05.06 14:37 Greedy_Homework_6838 I watched Ojamajo doremi
I'll start from afar. about 6 years ago, when I was just starting to watch anime, I watched a video with a cut of the openings. I have such an oddity that if I liked the opening in seconds, then most likely I will like the anime. and this trend did not let me down. at that moment, I liked only 3 out of more than a hundred openings. These are Ojamajo Doremi, heartcatch precure and smile precure. I have kept this list in my head. but since there was no translation into my language for Doremi, I began to get acquainted with the precure franchise, and I am still a fan of them. although I think fresh is the best season, but to be honest, in terms of emotions, heartcatch is higher, which is supported by a specific style and focus on people's problems. But somehow I kept in mind that I would look at doremi when the translation appeared. and, about a month ago, I watched it. And I'll say this. to call this series "great" is to understate it very, very much. This is a masterpiece. a diamond not only of the maho shojo genre, but also of the entire anime as a whole. the plot, the characters and their development, the emotional component, the music, the topics raised-everything is at the highest level, even if you do not discount the fact that this is a children's anime. perhaps the only downside is that since the anime budget is comparable to my budget for going to the store, there is almost no animation. but this disadvantage is so insignificant that it does not affect perception in any way, and if the animation were at the top level, it would be something beyond the quality. especially considering the very pleasant style and drawing (seriously, even considering that I only screened the moments that I liked, 11,000 screenshots were released for the entire series). and now to the point, and let's start in order. * Beware of spoilers. if you haven't watched the series, please put down your phone/computer, step back 5 meters, and don't touch it until you look* Season 1. he immediately greets us with a very fervent opening and introduces the main character. A cheerful, clumsy girl who always makes everyone laugh, whether she wants to or not. By the will of fate, she stumbles upon a witch and turns her into a frog. and here begins her path to the return of the real form of Majorika. the series from the first episodes makes it clear to us that it will be much more interesting and penetrating than it seems at first glance. while the heroines become witch students and take exams to raise their level in the world of witches, they deal with everyday problems in their own world. I like that magic solves problems only in extreme situations that cannot be solved in any way in the usual ways. In other cases, it is more advice, revealing the truth, indicating the direction. the plot with majoruka as the antagonist is interesting, and the sudden appearance of onpu, as the antipode to the main characters, allows you to look at magic from a different angle. The first season begins quite smoothly, and over time it gains momentum, ending on a very high note. moving away from the main topic. The series adheres to the concept of a procedural, where in addition to the main storyline there are side plots that take up 1 episode, where the problem stated at the beginning of the episode is solved at the end. but the series will break this concept many more times. and within the framework of this procedure, we meet with the problems of schoolchildren, their parents and teachers. some of them are very sensual and tragic, some are not, but they are all quite interesting. Along the way, these characters are revealed to us, and they are shown as personalities, not the background for the main characters. perhaps the biggest disadvantage of this season (as well as all subsequent ones) I can name a samba. I don't know, maybe it seemed funny to someone, but I had a strong desire to rewind, just not to see. The first season was great. he set the bar very high, and if the second season had lowered it a little, it would still have been a great piece... He picked it up. Sharp turned out to be even better than the first season. The number of episodes that could be called good has decreased, while excellent, magnificent and masterpiece ones have grown. during the course of watching this season, I had a strong feeling that only mothers suffer. Haruka has depression and multiple suicide attempts due to broken hopes, Atsuko has a miscarriage and the pain of her mother's death, Reiko has a hyperprotective complex. The season reveals the theme of motherhood, showing new interesting stories. The line with the world of magicians is both hilarious and tragic. Oyajide and Flat 4 act as antagonists, but they do it for the sake of survival. But the twist that all the king of magicians needed Hana for was to lift the curse surprised me a little, and at the same time amused me. after all, the whole arc was born out of a misunderstanding. In the same season, we were given the main antagonist of the entire series-the witch queen the year before last. I have already talked about the concept of a procedural. and so. in the episode dedicated to Hazuki, we were told the problem. Hazuki is too knowledgeable, and cannot contradict her parents, even when she doesn't like what they do for her. At first, I thought that in this episode she would express her true feelings and let her mother know that she also has her own opinion. But she gave up. It was for me... suddenly. Motto. It would seem. the first season is already great, and the second one is even better. There's nowhere else to go... But no, there is a place. The third season says that there is no limit to perfection. The season started with a split. for 2 seasons, grades 3 and 4 have opened up enough, and in the new season we were introduced to new, no less interesting characters. In addition, we were introduced to a new witch student, Asuka Momoko. She's a great addition to the team. At its core, she is a combination of all the other heroines, and at the same time has her own personality, and her problems with Japanese only add charm. Tamaki Reika deserves special attention. Her development is not inferior to the main characters, both in the series (when from the fact that her only ally was her sidekick, we came to the fact that the whole class supports her, because she deserved it, and it is she who is asked for help to save Aiko's family), and in terms of attitude to her from the viewer's side, when your reaction to her changes from "hit her with something heavy" to "She could. She really did it. Keep it up." In terms of character and personal development, she is in my top 5 characters of this series. But above that is Nagato kayoko. When I watched the first episode related to her, I thought it would be a problem that would be solved at the end of the series. And that's what it was all about. Doremi became friends with her, helped her understand that school was not so scary, and tried to understand it herself. But when Kayoko, approaching the school, had a panic attack and ran away, it surprised me very much. I didn't know at the time that it would be a pretty long arc. It would seem that in her second personal episode, she overcame her fear of school, but only to the level to study in a single room. In the third, her friends and family, who caused her fear, apologized to her, and understood her feelings. But even after that, she felt serious fear when she tried to get into the office. And her path through this fear made me say in the end, "You did it. You're doing great." Note. This is not officially stated, but most likely Kayoko has a mild degree of mental retardation. She has problems in her studies, she is slow to perceive information. In addition, her former teacher volunteered at a boarding school for children with special needs in order to understand people like Kayoko, and it is clear from her father's speech that she is a special child. The plot with the pastry chefs is also very good, there are a lot of emotional and funny moments. In addition, season 3 differs from the previous ones by the presence of a cliffhanger. If the first 2 seasons ended as if there was nothing after them, then the ending of 3 does not seem to exist separately from 4. As if I missed another episode. Naisho. I'll be honest. I'm already tired this season. I'm tired of the show getting better and better every time. I was already waiting for the moment when I could say, "well, it's not as good as last season, but it's not bad either." This season has not allowed me to do that. The worst series of Naisho-with the confrontation of father and son in cooking taiyaki, is done just fine, and has an important message-people can strive for new sensations, but by inertia they do the usual things. Onpu's personal series is gorgeous. It's so sad and melancholic, even minor, but life-affirming. It perfectly shows the feeling of apathy, powerlessness, and at the same time that this is not the end. Although many people idolize episode 12, and I also consider it one of the best, when it keeps you in suspense all the time, and does not let go until the very end, and this is perhaps one of the few moments when the message is that sometimes, no matter how hard you try, no matter what you do-chances You have no escape. But I think the best episode is the last one. And although chronologically it takes place at the end of season 3, but tonally it is the penultimate episode of the entire series in general, and I understood it only after watching season 4 to the end. "You will succeed. And the fact that I exist is direct proof of that." Very strong words, which, anchored by the finale, create an indescribable atmosphere of completion. In addition, the plot of the episode itself is built at the highest level. The new witch apprentice returned to the past to meet her late grandmother when she was still a child. This makes you feel a sense of loss and the realization that Doremi's path is already over. Great chemistry between grandmother and granddaughter. A wonderful family atmosphere. Dokkan. I've already given up. If the series is getting better every season, please, I'm all for it. But the last season is something beyond that. For me, both the first and last season are 10/10. But if I don't like something so much that the first season will be 5-6, then the last one will still be 10, it's so much better. The season is dedicated to separation and reunion, and copes with this task with a bang. Starting from the departure of Kimitaka, who simply disappeared from the plot after his personal episode, ending with the breakup of the main characters. The plot revolves around the rescue of Majo Tourbiyon from the captivity of her own sadness, and the way she was revealed to us makes us feel for her. To be honest, I thought the series would end with her release. But there were still 5 episodes left, and in fact, it was an epilogue that completely closed the gestalt. Each episode of the epilogue is a masterpiece, and the main characters really shine in it. And the finale of the series made me, a man who has not experienced any emotions for the last 6 years, burst into tears. From now on, I'm a big doremi fan. This is a masterpiece that Toei can repeat only once-by screening ranobe. I moved on to him after the series. As it is, this is not a legend. This is a true Benchmark of anime in general and the maho shojo genre in particular.
Finally, I would like to talk about this. I have already said that the arcs of Tamaki and Nagato are in the top 5 and top 4 for me. But who is higher? 3-aiko. From the very beginning, we positioned her as a tomboy girl who, against all odds, takes care of her father, and actually performs the role of a housewife. She strives to reconcile her father and mother, and after a huge amount of time she succeeds. throughout all the seasons, she gets deeper and deeper, you realize that she is much more vulnerable and sensual than it seems at first glance. 2-hazuki. As Aiko said, she was just a shadow of Doremi. constantly guided by everyone, she achieved recognition as a person, recognition of her own interests and ideals. In the second season, she gave up when she tried to go against her mother's opinion, afraid of offending her. But now, she's ready to stand across, showing that she's grown up. At first, I considered Hazuki my favorite character. I liked this type, she is quite pleasant, and reminds me of me. But in terms of character, its elaboration, personality, Doremi stands head and shoulders above all her friends combined. It was her development, although not so noticeable, that was the strongest. and the epilogue, which revealed the feelings and emotions of her friends, who chose their own path, moving away from her, actually revealed her. Despite the way she is presented, she is very smart and insightful. She knew it would only get worse if she kept everyone around her. and these episodes of the epilogue, where the friends chose their own path, eventually resulted in the finale, where doremi faced the fact that she was alone. The strongest apathy from the fact that this is the end, and denial of reality. She understood everyone and helped everyone. But when she needed help, there was no one to turn to. This resulted in a finale similar to that of the Nagato arc. But even with the gorgeous elaboration of Nagato's arc, and a strong emotional component, when she overcame her fear, against doremi's background it's like dust underfoot. When she locked herself in her fear of separation, everyone came to support her. She understood everyone. and when it came time to understand her, she was not forgotten. The series has many great and memorable supporting characters, but its best part is the main character. Brilliant development, brilliant implementation. Thanks for reading it.
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Finally, I would like to talk about this. I have already said that the arcs of Tamaki and Nagato are in the top 5 and top 4 for me. But who is higher? 3-aiko. From the very beginning, we positioned her as a tomboy girl who, against all odds, takes care of her father, and actually performs the role of a housewife. She strives to reconcile her father and mother, and after a huge amount of time she succeeds. throughout all the seasons, she gets deeper and deeper, you realize that she is much more vulnerable and sensual than it seems at first glance. 2-hazuki. As Aiko said, she was just a shadow of Doremi. constantly guided by everyone, she achieved recognition as a person, recognition of her own interests and ideals. In the second season, she gave up when she tried to go against her mother's opinion, afraid of offending her. But now, she's ready to stand across, showing that she's grown up. At first, I considered Hazuki my favorite character. I liked this type, she is quite pleasant, and reminds me of me. But in terms of character, its elaboration, personality, Doremi stands head and shoulders above all her friends combined. It was her development, although not so noticeable, that was the strongest. and the epilogue, which revealed the feelings and emotions of her friends, who chose their own path, moving away from her, actually revealed her. Despite the way she is presented, she is very smart and insightful. She knew it would only get worse if she kept everyone around her. and these episodes of the epilogue, where the friends chose their own path, eventually resulted in the finale, where doremi faced the fact that she was alone. The strongest apathy from the fact that this is the end, and denial of reality. She understood everyone and helped everyone. But when she needed help, there was no one to turn to. This resulted in a finale similar to that of the Nagato arc. But even with the gorgeous elaboration of Nagato's arc, and a strong emotional component, when she overcame her fear, against doremi's background it's like dust underfoot. When she locked herself in her fear of separation, everyone came to support her. She understood everyone. and when it came time to understand her, she was not forgotten. The series has many great and memorable supporting characters, but its best part is the main character. Brilliant development, brilliant implementation. Thanks for reading it.
2024.05.05 23:52 Brawlerrocks Hogwarts Founders Idea
I'm just going to apologize for the length right now. Once the wheels got turning they didn't stop turning. And remember, this is all guesswork because of how little we actually know about the founders.
So, as I was listening to the Through the Griffon Door podcast today and Ben and J talked about the possibility of Salazar having a second passage in the Slytherin common room (maybe at the time, it was just the dungeon) to the Chamber of Secrets and I thought that it made sense. That way, hypothetically, if Hogwarts was attacked he'd have two paths to unleash the Basilisk. I also figured that might be why the Basilisk can emerge from the pipes and doesn't eat anyone it petrified, it's defending the castle from invaders. It's my headcanon now that Salazar enchanted the pipes and trained the Basilisk so the Basilisk can pop out, petrify/kill the invaders, and then retreat so no 'innocents' are killed.
So this train of thought had me thinking, "Man, Salazar is really focused on defending the castle. What did Salazar do to contribute to teaching students?" Like follow me on this, the Sorting Hat is Godric's hat that's enchanted with some of the essence of the founders to help sort students. Sure it has a part of each founder but to the founders that's still Godric's hat. This means that Gordic has his sword, his hat, and his possible secret room (the future headmaster's office) while every other founder only contributes their item and possibly their secret room (you know, before Salazar left and made every single person forget his) to Hogwarts.
I believe that the other Founders (being friends) wouldn't let Godric hold that over them so they each enchanted something so that way they each contribute 3 things to Hogwarts. And on top of that, the enchanted item they contributed would have to help Hogwarts as a school instead of helping Hogwarts as a castle like the Sorting Hat does.
So, because of that I strongly believe that Helga made the Quill of Acceptance, Rowena made the Book of Admittance, and Salazar made the living armor enchantments.
Explanation time:
Helga is pretty obvious, the quill accepts anyone with any amount of magic that's basically the motto of Hufflepuff House right there.
Rowena and the book also make sense. The book doesn't let the quill write every name because at the time, they had limited resources and were probably understaffed. Instead the book judges people solely based on magical ability, not blood purity.
And now the final piece, Salazar and the living armor. If you look at this, with the mentality that Salazar was all about defending Hogwarts then this makes so much sense it isn't even funny. For example, the suits have some autonomy without being enchanted by a teacher they can turn, point, laugh, and gesture. But more important than that, think about their features. They're highly resistant to magic and they don't out stand out. I think Salazar taught what would become Defense Against the Dark Arts and used them as targets for more combat oriented lessons. Then once classes were over, they'd go back to their posts ready to defend the castle from any invaders. They would also double as support for the Basilisk if Hogwarts ever did get attacked, after all you can't petrify a suit of armor.
Plus, this would be kind of poetic. That McGonagall mobilized Salazar's armor army to defend against his heir.
Like I said at the top, this is just a theory but I like it. Plus, it has the implication that each of the founder's magic is so potent that each of their enchantments persist since the founding of Hogwarts.
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So, as I was listening to the Through the Griffon Door podcast today and Ben and J talked about the possibility of Salazar having a second passage in the Slytherin common room (maybe at the time, it was just the dungeon) to the Chamber of Secrets and I thought that it made sense. That way, hypothetically, if Hogwarts was attacked he'd have two paths to unleash the Basilisk. I also figured that might be why the Basilisk can emerge from the pipes and doesn't eat anyone it petrified, it's defending the castle from invaders. It's my headcanon now that Salazar enchanted the pipes and trained the Basilisk so the Basilisk can pop out, petrify/kill the invaders, and then retreat so no 'innocents' are killed.
So this train of thought had me thinking, "Man, Salazar is really focused on defending the castle. What did Salazar do to contribute to teaching students?" Like follow me on this, the Sorting Hat is Godric's hat that's enchanted with some of the essence of the founders to help sort students. Sure it has a part of each founder but to the founders that's still Godric's hat. This means that Gordic has his sword, his hat, and his possible secret room (the future headmaster's office) while every other founder only contributes their item and possibly their secret room (you know, before Salazar left and made every single person forget his) to Hogwarts.
I believe that the other Founders (being friends) wouldn't let Godric hold that over them so they each enchanted something so that way they each contribute 3 things to Hogwarts. And on top of that, the enchanted item they contributed would have to help Hogwarts as a school instead of helping Hogwarts as a castle like the Sorting Hat does.
So, because of that I strongly believe that Helga made the Quill of Acceptance, Rowena made the Book of Admittance, and Salazar made the living armor enchantments.
Explanation time:
Helga is pretty obvious, the quill accepts anyone with any amount of magic that's basically the motto of Hufflepuff House right there.
Rowena and the book also make sense. The book doesn't let the quill write every name because at the time, they had limited resources and were probably understaffed. Instead the book judges people solely based on magical ability, not blood purity.
And now the final piece, Salazar and the living armor. If you look at this, with the mentality that Salazar was all about defending Hogwarts then this makes so much sense it isn't even funny. For example, the suits have some autonomy without being enchanted by a teacher they can turn, point, laugh, and gesture. But more important than that, think about their features. They're highly resistant to magic and they don't out stand out. I think Salazar taught what would become Defense Against the Dark Arts and used them as targets for more combat oriented lessons. Then once classes were over, they'd go back to their posts ready to defend the castle from any invaders. They would also double as support for the Basilisk if Hogwarts ever did get attacked, after all you can't petrify a suit of armor.
Plus, this would be kind of poetic. That McGonagall mobilized Salazar's armor army to defend against his heir.
Like I said at the top, this is just a theory but I like it. Plus, it has the implication that each of the founder's magic is so potent that each of their enchantments persist since the founding of Hogwarts.
2024.05.02 20:23 picklesupreme Bad Tony’s nominees are here!
Thank you to everyone who submitted names! If you want to just get to it, here is the voting form: https://forms.gle/NVvnGRrrwyXBAND7A
And the nominees are…
Best Fake Accent
Sutton Foster - Sweeney Todd
Daniel Radcliffe - Merrily We Roll Along
Aaron Tveit - Sweeney Todd
Kara Young - Purlie Victorious
Jeremy Jordan - The Great Gatsby
Most Athletic Performance
All The Acrobats - Water For Elephants
Justin Guarini - Once Upon A One More Time
Daniel Radcliffe - Merrily We Roll Along
Sutton Foster - Once Upon A Mattress
Everyone - Illinoise
Best Ensemble
The Outsiders
Here Lies Love
Merrily We Roll Along
Once Upon A One More Time
Hell’s Kitchen
Back to the Future
Water For Elephants
Ensemble Member Who Really Lives by the Motto that there are “No Small Parts”
Amber Ardolino - Back to the Future
Carson Stewart - The Notebook
Max Rackenberg, Rocco Van Auken, Brady Wagner aka all the Frankie Jr.’s - Merrily We Roll Along
Jonathan Christopher - Sweeney Todd
Best Playbill Biography
Hillary Clinton - Suffs
James Monroe Inglehart - Spamalot
Paul Alexander Nolan - Water For Elephants
Nik Walker - Spamalot
Taran Killam - Spamalot
Best Playbill Design
Merrily We Roll Along
Cabaret
Water For Elephants
Here Lies Love
The Notebook
Best Use of Pop Culture References to Connect With the Youth: Combined with the Best/Worst/Corniest Jokes Category, because they both had very similar nominees.
All the Lesbian Jokes - Lempicka
“I’m Done With the Spanish Flu” - The Great Gatsby
The George Santos Reference - Spamalot
The Ozempic Jokes - Spamalot
Lots of Things - The Mean Girls Movie
Best Merch
The Notebook, Specifically the Tissue Boxes
Once Upon A One More Time
Gutenberg!
Suffs
Merrily We Roll Along
Best New or New-Ish Performer
Liam Pearce - How to Dance in Ohio
Ali Louis Bourzgui - The Who’s Tommy
Nichelle Lewis - The Wiz
Hannah Cruz - Suffs
Brody Grant - The Outsiders
Most Highly Critically Acclaimed Play that Only 17 People Actually Paid To See
Jaja’s African Hair Braiding
Uncle Vanya
Days of Wine and Roses
Prayer For the French Republic
Lempicka, starring Mariand Torres
Performer Who Did Not Get To Show Off Enough In Their Role: thank you to u/Comprehensive-Fun47 for suggesting this category and its nominees!
Sierra Boggess - Harmony
Julie Benko - Harmony
Beth Leavel - Lempicka
Steve Carrell - Uncle Vanya
Christina Sajous - The Who’s Tommy
Worst Show to go Into Blind
Days of Wine and Roses
Lempicka
Merrily We Roll Along
The Who’s Tommy
Here Lies Love
Best Official Social Media of a Production: There are so many posts to choose from to best represent each of these shows marketing moves; I just went ahead and chose my favorite post from each nominated show.
Gutenberg!
Lempicka
The Great Gatsby
The Outsiders
How To Dance In Ohio
Best Theatre-Related Social Media
Bryan The Business Analyst
MickeyJoTheatre
Kate Reinking
BroadwaySHO
The Theatr App
Most TikTok Worthy Song
Woman Is - Lempicka
Roaring On - The Great Gatsby
Kiss Me - The Notebook
Best Stage Door Experience
Merrily We Roll Along
Harmony
Sweeney Todd
The Great Gatsby
Lempicka
Worst Stage Door Experience
Gutenberg!
Sweeney Todd
Days of Wine and Roses
The Great Gatsby
Merrily We Roll Along
Role Most Likely To Be Stolen By James Chosen in a Movie: And yes, these all were suggested more than once.
Tamara de Lempicka - Lempicka
Anyone - Spamalot
Bud or Doug - Gutenberg
Jay Gatsby - The Great Gatsby
The Cowardly Lion - The Wiz
Single Best Costume
Aaron Tveit’s Bloody Shirt that Sold For $6k - Sweeney Todd
This Cinderella Dress - Once Upon A One More Time
This Glinda Dress - The Wiz
Emcee’s Dress During “Money” - Cabaret
Rafaela’s Jacket - Lempicka
Single Best Prop
The DeLorean - Back to the Future
The Notebook - The Notebook
Rosie the Elephant - Water For Elephants
The Typewriter - Merrily We Roll Along
The Hats - Gutenberg!
Craziest News Story
Lauren Boebert at Beetlejuice
My Son’s A Queer Postponement/Cancellation
Ethan Slater and Ariana Grande
New Sweeney Todd Casting
Two Great Gatsby Musicals
Best Post on Broadway
Eva Noblezada Last Show Updates! - u/elaerna
Tired of the "what show should I see" posts? Help me build a flow chart we can pin! - u/FlowersBloomUntil
Sweeny Todd is just a guy????????? - u/badwyrm
MEGATHREAD of Spamalot (2023-24) Knights Who Say "Ni!" bits (Alex Brightman, et al.) - u/Thatchos
Gutenberg Guest Roster - u/Apprehensive-Sir1988
Best Producer on Gutenberg!
Lin-Manuel Miranda
Weird Al
Audra McDonald
Idina Menzel
Steve Martin and Martin Short
Worst Snack Allowed in the Theater
Anything with Crinkly Wrapping
Chips
Spaghetti Sauce
Popcorn
Alcohol
Worst Things To Do As An Audience Member
Be On Phones
Talking
Singing Along
Filming
Shame Performers For Not Stage-Dooring
Worst Behaved Audience
Sweeney Todd
Moulin Rouge
An Enemy of the People
Aladdin
Student Matinees in General
Best Bathroom Attendant
Stephen Sondheim Theatre (& Juliet)
Al Hirschfeld Theatre (Moulin Rouge)
August Wilson Theatre (Funny Girl, Cabaret)
Bernard B. Jacobs Theatre (Parade, The Outsiders)
Broadhurst Theatre (A Beautiful Noise)
Single Best Song to Come Out of This Season
Great American Bitch - Suffs
Great Expectations - The Outsiders
Evanesce - Days of Wine and Roses
Woman Is - Lempicka
Here Lies Love - Here Lies Love
Best Play That Did Not Premiere On Broadway
Oh, Mary!
Primary Trust
Jonah
Death, Let Me Do My Show
All The Devils Are Here
Best Musical That Did Not Premiere On Broadway
Dead Outlaw
Operation Mincemeat
Here We Are
Teeth
The Connector
Most Anticipated Show of Next Season
Sunset Boulevard
Romeo + Juliet
Boop!
Gatsby
Our Town
Old Friends
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That’s all of them! Please let me know if there are any better links I can put in, or if any of the links don’t work.
I know there are some statistics nerds on this subreddit, so if anyone can come up with some wacky statistics related to these nominees, that would be real cool! Or if anyone wants to design the program for this year’s Bad Tony’s, that would also be really cool! Alright, anyway, I hope you all enjoy!
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And the nominees are…
Best Fake Accent
Sutton Foster - Sweeney Todd
Daniel Radcliffe - Merrily We Roll Along
Aaron Tveit - Sweeney Todd
Kara Young - Purlie Victorious
Jeremy Jordan - The Great Gatsby
Most Athletic Performance
All The Acrobats - Water For Elephants
Justin Guarini - Once Upon A One More Time
Daniel Radcliffe - Merrily We Roll Along
Sutton Foster - Once Upon A Mattress
Everyone - Illinoise
Best Ensemble
The Outsiders
Here Lies Love
Merrily We Roll Along
Once Upon A One More Time
Hell’s Kitchen
Back to the Future
Water For Elephants
Ensemble Member Who Really Lives by the Motto that there are “No Small Parts”
Amber Ardolino - Back to the Future
Carson Stewart - The Notebook
Max Rackenberg, Rocco Van Auken, Brady Wagner aka all the Frankie Jr.’s - Merrily We Roll Along
Jonathan Christopher - Sweeney Todd
Best Playbill Biography
Hillary Clinton - Suffs
James Monroe Inglehart - Spamalot
Paul Alexander Nolan - Water For Elephants
Nik Walker - Spamalot
Taran Killam - Spamalot
Best Playbill Design
Merrily We Roll Along
Cabaret
Water For Elephants
Here Lies Love
The Notebook
Best Use of Pop Culture References to Connect With the Youth: Combined with the Best/Worst/Corniest Jokes Category, because they both had very similar nominees.
All the Lesbian Jokes - Lempicka
“I’m Done With the Spanish Flu” - The Great Gatsby
The George Santos Reference - Spamalot
The Ozempic Jokes - Spamalot
Lots of Things - The Mean Girls Movie
Best Merch
The Notebook, Specifically the Tissue Boxes
Once Upon A One More Time
Gutenberg!
Suffs
Merrily We Roll Along
Best New or New-Ish Performer
Liam Pearce - How to Dance in Ohio
Ali Louis Bourzgui - The Who’s Tommy
Nichelle Lewis - The Wiz
Hannah Cruz - Suffs
Brody Grant - The Outsiders
Most Highly Critically Acclaimed Play that Only 17 People Actually Paid To See
Jaja’s African Hair Braiding
Uncle Vanya
Days of Wine and Roses
Prayer For the French Republic
Lempicka, starring Mariand Torres
Performer Who Did Not Get To Show Off Enough In Their Role: thank you to u/Comprehensive-Fun47 for suggesting this category and its nominees!
Sierra Boggess - Harmony
Julie Benko - Harmony
Beth Leavel - Lempicka
Steve Carrell - Uncle Vanya
Christina Sajous - The Who’s Tommy
Worst Show to go Into Blind
Days of Wine and Roses
Lempicka
Merrily We Roll Along
The Who’s Tommy
Here Lies Love
Best Official Social Media of a Production: There are so many posts to choose from to best represent each of these shows marketing moves; I just went ahead and chose my favorite post from each nominated show.
Gutenberg!
Lempicka
The Great Gatsby
The Outsiders
How To Dance In Ohio
Best Theatre-Related Social Media
Bryan The Business Analyst
MickeyJoTheatre
Kate Reinking
BroadwaySHO
The Theatr App
Most TikTok Worthy Song
Woman Is - Lempicka
Roaring On - The Great Gatsby
Kiss Me - The Notebook
Best Stage Door Experience
Merrily We Roll Along
Harmony
Sweeney Todd
The Great Gatsby
Lempicka
Worst Stage Door Experience
Gutenberg!
Sweeney Todd
Days of Wine and Roses
The Great Gatsby
Merrily We Roll Along
Role Most Likely To Be Stolen By James Chosen in a Movie: And yes, these all were suggested more than once.
Tamara de Lempicka - Lempicka
Anyone - Spamalot
Bud or Doug - Gutenberg
Jay Gatsby - The Great Gatsby
The Cowardly Lion - The Wiz
Single Best Costume
Aaron Tveit’s Bloody Shirt that Sold For $6k - Sweeney Todd
This Cinderella Dress - Once Upon A One More Time
This Glinda Dress - The Wiz
Emcee’s Dress During “Money” - Cabaret
Rafaela’s Jacket - Lempicka
Single Best Prop
The DeLorean - Back to the Future
The Notebook - The Notebook
Rosie the Elephant - Water For Elephants
The Typewriter - Merrily We Roll Along
The Hats - Gutenberg!
Craziest News Story
Lauren Boebert at Beetlejuice
My Son’s A Queer Postponement/Cancellation
Ethan Slater and Ariana Grande
New Sweeney Todd Casting
Two Great Gatsby Musicals
Best Post on Broadway
Eva Noblezada Last Show Updates! - u/elaerna
Tired of the "what show should I see" posts? Help me build a flow chart we can pin! - u/FlowersBloomUntil
Sweeny Todd is just a guy????????? - u/badwyrm
MEGATHREAD of Spamalot (2023-24) Knights Who Say "Ni!" bits (Alex Brightman, et al.) - u/Thatchos
Gutenberg Guest Roster - u/Apprehensive-Sir1988
Best Producer on Gutenberg!
Lin-Manuel Miranda
Weird Al
Audra McDonald
Idina Menzel
Steve Martin and Martin Short
Worst Snack Allowed in the Theater
Anything with Crinkly Wrapping
Chips
Spaghetti Sauce
Popcorn
Alcohol
Worst Things To Do As An Audience Member
Be On Phones
Talking
Singing Along
Filming
Shame Performers For Not Stage-Dooring
Worst Behaved Audience
Sweeney Todd
Moulin Rouge
An Enemy of the People
Aladdin
Student Matinees in General
Best Bathroom Attendant
Stephen Sondheim Theatre (& Juliet)
Al Hirschfeld Theatre (Moulin Rouge)
August Wilson Theatre (Funny Girl, Cabaret)
Bernard B. Jacobs Theatre (Parade, The Outsiders)
Broadhurst Theatre (A Beautiful Noise)
Single Best Song to Come Out of This Season
Great American Bitch - Suffs
Great Expectations - The Outsiders
Evanesce - Days of Wine and Roses
Woman Is - Lempicka
Here Lies Love - Here Lies Love
Best Play That Did Not Premiere On Broadway
Oh, Mary!
Primary Trust
Jonah
Death, Let Me Do My Show
All The Devils Are Here
Best Musical That Did Not Premiere On Broadway
Dead Outlaw
Operation Mincemeat
Here We Are
Teeth
The Connector
Most Anticipated Show of Next Season
Sunset Boulevard
Romeo + Juliet
Boop!
Gatsby
Our Town
Old Friends
…
That’s all of them! Please let me know if there are any better links I can put in, or if any of the links don’t work.
I know there are some statistics nerds on this subreddit, so if anyone can come up with some wacky statistics related to these nominees, that would be real cool! Or if anyone wants to design the program for this year’s Bad Tony’s, that would also be really cool! Alright, anyway, I hope you all enjoy!
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On 4/18 (Thursday before Max left us), "The Red Ball" = '87 (Yeshuah) and got a whole bunch of 400s and 500s about how the Red Ball Project = basically created just for the date it was presented to you folks; if you'd like to see them use the chat feature but for now "Ain't nobody got time for that" lady .gif ...
Below is a photo of the first "Master Plan" code downloaded in my head: notice the time stamp:https://preview.redd.it/jumbe0g2gbyc1.png?width=924&format=png&auto=webp&s=889b6bac95bc48c3fa02d4df6f3e6e1c68c28ba2Here are the "legit validation codes"; the rest all followed right after in about 15 minutes give or take (the ones about the "Master Plan", which has been highlighted in bold) – feel free to ask for photo copies with timestamps if you'd like:500 (Remember that "God" = 26 = "data"):
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Funny quick Nimrod story:A few years ago I was in the neighboring town and saw ... a guy who looked a lot like Don King ... but I was like, "Sure, that LOOKS a LOT like Don King ... but a thinner version of him ... so he can't really be Don King ... even though his hair is ... but surely that CAN'T be Don King because ... well ... what would he be doing chillin' here?"After a while I realized that ... well – I can't remember the last time I saw Don King publicly promoting fights, so ... maybe he lost weight ... 🤷♀️? Anyway, here is where I was walking by when I saw ... either a guy who looked a HELLUVA lot like Don King, but thinner ... or ... maybe ... just maybe ... it really was Don King: https://order.redmangousa.com/menu/edgewater ... which is where I dropped by to cool off today (meaning Thu. May 2nd) because my head was baked from walking around in the sun ... and then I was like ... "OOOOOOOOooooooooh!! ... NOW I get it!! ... DUH!!" ... 😂 ... 🤣 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aF2k3EBkFYo
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2024.04.27 14:52 hayloftii The "just here for the vibes" energy is annoying!
I went to my first like "famous" folk punk show this week after years of living nomadic. It was soooo funny seeing multiple guys there lament about "yeah I really want to live that life, traveling the country... sigh....
I half wanted to interrupt with my own stories or advice on "how to do it" ie travel the USA (the trick is, to just do it, mostly, it's less scary than you think if you're willing to do without)
The lead singer stopped the show to ask us to go help with a nearby protest & no one moved a muscle... Some audience members just started shouting little mottos and he seemed kinda annoyed. I would be too.
I thought folk punk of all places would be the one """authentic""" punk vibe given it's ties to old school hobo culture etc.
probably not going to another "big" folk punk show again, wtf.
Yes music can inspire movements but you do have to fucking move....
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I half wanted to interrupt with my own stories or advice on "how to do it" ie travel the USA (the trick is, to just do it, mostly, it's less scary than you think if you're willing to do without)
The lead singer stopped the show to ask us to go help with a nearby protest & no one moved a muscle... Some audience members just started shouting little mottos and he seemed kinda annoyed. I would be too.
I thought folk punk of all places would be the one """authentic""" punk vibe given it's ties to old school hobo culture etc.
probably not going to another "big" folk punk show again, wtf.
Yes music can inspire movements but you do have to fucking move....
2024.04.27 05:33 eddieddi Peaceful does not mean Harmless.
Gomlock, destroyer of empires, stood on the bridge of his flagship, the world breaker as the fleet about him disintegrated fragment by fragment. Each ship fled as its captains realised that the only option was to run or die. And even then it was a gamble. He looked back upon what’d wrought this terrible fate upon him and realised he’d made a profound mistake.
65 hours ago, at the Council of Warlords..
“So they are a peaceful species? How do they handle pirates?” one of the ministers asked, his tone gravely and harsh, his species was known for its own piratical tendencies, plundering trade lines and stealing ships.
“The offer them better options,” one of the report bringers said. “They are offered the opportunity to sell their ships at above market rates and given a place to live and look after until their end of days on the provision they don’t return to their piratical ways.” the multi-limbed alien said as he looked over his notes, one extra pseudopod was used to shuffle through the notes.
“That’s pathetic!” Gomlock shouted and several of his fellow generals and warlords nodded. This group of aliens had gotten together several generations ago, the mightiest empires, warlords, and pirate lords and created this council of war, to choose who to target, what their next raids would be and how they’d avoid getting in one another's way. They’d realised that it was much easier if they chose soft targets, lesser races and the like, rather than fighting one another.
“I am inclined to agree with your destructive-ness.” One of the report-givers simpered. “However it appears to be effective.” One of Gomlock’s fellow warlords, a mighty alien of eight and a half foot responded by slamming their prosthetic limb on to the table, causing it to shake,
“Weaklings, fools, pathetic lesser beings!” He roared out. Again there was noises of agreement and ascent from his fellow warmongers.
“Gather data on their military capacity and combat force!” A third member of the council ordered the report-givers. All of which scattered to do as they were ordered, Failing to do so would result in being tossed into the fight pits for their masters' entertainment.
The room erupted into a heated debate on who would lay claim to this prize of resource rich planets and new source of slaves.
60 hours ago, The Council of Warlords.
The debate was partly concluded, it was between Gomlock and another warlord, this time a pirate lord by the name of ‘Admiral’ Zarkoth. The debate was primarily on whose territory it reached in to and what one would offer the other in return for the rights of first pillage. The report-givers trembled their way back in to the council room and waited for their presence to be acknowledged and given the right to speak. Once done so they finally began.
“This species, The Hu-mans as they call themselves. Have most of their military force as a strange almost police keeping force,, They are used to keep pirates that do not take up their offer away from the shipping lanes, or prevent squabbles between humans from escalating in to fully fledged fights. They are referred to as the United Humanity Security Force or UHSF,” There was a pause when the warlords burst out laughing.
“A police force! Their military is a police force!” Zarkoth barked out and looked at Gomlock. “You can take this pathetic species, They don’t seem to be worth my time to fight! I still expect the normal ten percent of the mineral wealth and twenty percent of the slaves taken!” He said through his laughter which caused him to once again bang at the table. The table, reinforced since the first meeting, shook but was otherwise unaffected. Gomlock smiled
“Weak or not! They shall soon serve in the slave-hold of my ships and their worlds will be mined dry for metal to make more!” He said and looked at the Report-givers “Do you have anything else to report?” He asked them.
“Yes Lord.” One said in a quivering voice. “They have a violent history, but it seems that they have attempted to bury that once they reached space, claiming to be a peaceful, and welcoming, people. Offering not only trade, but sanctuary to any who desired. It.” More laughter from the assembled aliens.
“Fantastic! So they cannot complain when we claim that our form of sanctuary is to take all that they have and then take more!” Gomlock roared and stood up.
“Erm…One more thing Your bloodthirsty-ness…” The report giver said raising a small slip of paper. “They..they have a motto that they seem to tell anyone and everyone who comes close to their borders.”
“Motto or not, they will be ground into dust. And never interrupt me!” Gomlock bellowed, backhanding the report-giver into the wall as he exited the chamber. The poor alien hit t he far wall with the crunch of a breaking exoskeleton and slid down to the floor, a bright green trail of lifeblood left on the wall behind him to join the dozens of others that’d been splattered there over the lifetime of the council.
45 hours ago, UHSF listening post zeta three.
“Sir we have a blip!” Called out one of the sensor techs, The station's captain walked over and looked at the sensor techs display. He didn’t understand it, a web of glowing lines and blinking dots in different colours.
“Tell me what we’re looking at.” he said and the sensor tech shrugged.
“It’s a FTL flash, we’ve had a unregistered ship come out of FTL just within the boarders of our space.” He said as he started to flip small switches and type commands into the console. Within moments on the larger screen above him there was a depiction of a ship. It was small, angular, and clearly armed with something that looked akin to an energy fork, though it was clearly not of human build with the rear engines being some kind of ring.
“That’s not one of ours.” The captain said and walked back to the centre of the command deck. “Forward the data to the central command, hopefully they’ve got something on this.” He said as another tech called out
“Proximity alert!” and the entire station shook and the lights flickered. “Shields out!” The same tech yelled as the lights came back, glowing a warning red.
“Send a full alert to all crew, Get to the escape pods, What the hell shot us, and get a full report to HQ as fast as possible!” The captain of the station roared out as alarms blared. The last thing he saw was the unknown ship come about for another pass on the station, but to his satisfaction, the last thing he heard was one of the tech’s yelling out
“Report Sent, HQ knows!” before the ship blew a hole in the station and hurled them all in to the void.
40 hours ago, UHSF HQ.
“This report. It is concerning.” One of the men at the table said. “An unknown craft came out of FTL, scanned the surrounding area, and then immediately blew the nearest two listening posts out of space. Then continued deeper into our territory. Last seen scouting the mining bases around Vega 3” There was nodding and murmuring from the attending men and women. These individuals made up the highest ranking positions of the UHSF, heads of intelligence, the commanders of entire sectors. There was a pause and they looked at each other and then one of them spoke slowly.
“There are…no pirates in the area, of that we are certain, the last of them relocated to one of the farming planets six cycles ago.” she said in a soft voice, tapping her lips with a finger. “And there have been no reports of crises in that direction since before I took my seat.” She paused again, clearly pondering the situation. “It could be a scout craft…” her verbal pondering was interrupted as there was a banging on the door.
“Dammit!” One of the men yelled. “Who the hell is interrupting us now!” his neighbour put a hand on his shoulder
“Relax Jack, the only reason they’d interrupt us would be because there is more information.” He remind the man called jack, who relaxed into his seat.
The door was thrown open by the guards and a young looking secretary surged in “There’s been an intercepted transmission,” She blurted and practically tossed her tablet on to the table. “But its clearly supposed to be intercepted.” She finished as the tablet beeped once and a projection came up, the creature in the projection was horrific, a patchwork of scars and stitches, missing one eye and the other a prosthetic. The teeth were jagged stumps of metal. “This is Gomlock! Breaker of Empires! My mighty warfleet has set its eyes on your puny collection of worlds! We know you are a peaceful people, so surrender as is your nature and I personally promise you will be treated with kindness in your slavery!” The figure laughed, spittle coming from between its lips, one of which had been split by some kind of bladed weapon long ago. “If not, then I’m sure we can find proper beds for your breeders! And nice fight pits for the rest of you!” The hologram cut off. The room was silent for a few moments before it erupted in to shouts of protest, demands for retribution before the someone coughed quietly, the noise, though cut through the sound and caused the room to go silent as if it were the banging of a gavel. The man at the head of the table drummed his fingers on the table.
“We have been threatened, Put out a Call to Arms.” The room erupted in to noise again, though this time, it was directed, the sort of noise that comes from a dozen people with a purpose.
35 hours ago. The bridge of UHS Sword of Justice,
The pirate base fell apart and started to lose orbital stability as the glittering beams of anti-matter and cohesive light tore it apart. The captain of the ship smiled as their sister ship, Fist of Peace came round the curve of the planet, the last pirate ship being driven before it, with their base gone the pirates would have little choice but to accept the offer of selling their ships and being given a parcel of land to live on. It wasn’t a bad deal, it just took some convincing to get some people to take it.
The ships Communication Officer glanced up from his station and called out
“Captain, We’ve just had a fleet wide message,” He said and waited for the captain to stop admiring the handiwork they’d done of the past half hour and respond.
“Hmm. Fleet wide? I do hope they’ve found the time to call us in for a refit, The coffee machines going ‘glunk’ and producing tomato soup is less funny, and far more annoying that it was the first time.” He said as he lifted his mug, currently full of tea.
“UUh, No sir. Its a just three words and a set of coordinates.” The captain stiffened at these words and set his mug down.
“What are the words, and coordinates?” he asked as he stood and walked to the communication officer's station.
“Call To Arms, sir?” The officer said, slightly confused. The captain nodded.
“All hands, to ready stations, Helm, put those coordinates in, Spool up the jump drive. Tell me how long it’ll take us to get there?” He said as he looked at his mug and sighed. “And someone grind up some beans or something, I’m going to need something stronger than this.” He added.
30 hours ago, Aboard the World Breaker.
Gomlock laughed as his crew celebrated, It was time for a conquest. They’d been stuck with puny species that had been beaten so often they’d just given up defending, or were so pathetic that they offered Gomlock’s fleet a tithe to go away. This however was new blood. He’d shared the council reports with his crew and sub-captains and they were all excited. There was no fight like one where the other party didn’t fight back. They’d even brought a few of the slaves up from the lower decks to be sacrificed and have their blood used to make ceremonial paint, normally they’d just used the synthesised paint, but this was the first fight with a new species. It was always special and deserved some ceremony. This species bled blue so the war paint was a odd green-blue as the pigments mixed with the blood of the executed slave.
“Our scout has reported no resistance and is currently holding position around a mining station, They even reported that all the humans aboard the mining station have fled, leaving the resources behind. They’ve requested permission to plunder.” One of Gomlock’s seconds reported. Gomlock laughed.
“Denied! I claim the right of first treasure. These puny hoomans are going to be ground to a pulp under my boot and then they can continue working their little mining stations, but we’ll be the ones to profit!” He cackled. “Light the jump engines, I cannot wait any longer! Any ship that isn’t ready is getting left behind and can pick up the scraps!” He bellowed and stomped to the command podium.
25 hours ago, The wreckage of Listening Station Zeta Three.
Space rippled and split as a ship tore its way free of the null space that was used for FTL travel. Its prow bumped the wreckage of the listening station aside as it emerged from the alternate reality. Clouds of water vapour poured off its hull and glittering fragments of frozen gases twisted free as the un-reality of null space conformed to laws of physics, snapping from unknown, impossible substances, to more mundane things like methane and hydrogen. Free of FTL shift the ship’s main weapons pivoted as if looking for threats, all suddenly snapping to a location a few thousand kilometres away where another ship was ploughing into reality. There was a tense moment before the weapons resumed their tracking, the other ship identified as a friend.
All across local space this scene repeated itself, Human ships emerging from FTL. Most seemed to be expecting hostiles and were ready for a fight. Upon the bridge of the Sword of Justice, the captain had woken up from a brief sleep while in FTL and had also acquired a cup of coffee courtesy of the ships hydroponics bay having had a recent addition of rapid-growth coffee beans when the ship had first encountered its tomato soup issue. He stood, mug in hand, surveying the scans as they were presented to him. “That’s The Indomitable, flagship of the third fleet. There’s Sky-Breaker. Of the eighth fleet.” He said confused “Just how widespread was the Call?” He asked out loud. One of the officers finally asked the question most of them had been asking each other in the mess.
“Sir, What did the message ‘call to arms’ mean?” He asked.
“Ah, a Call To Arms.” The captain said, and you could hear the capital letters. “Is a widespread message, for a given number of ships to move to a specific location and prepare for a fight, normally an emergency message, for either reinforcements or because of a hostile force, Normally it is only fleet wide or sometimes covers two fleets if its serious.” He said as the long range FTL scanner blared a warning, there was a massive object in FTL coming towards them.
7 hours ago,
Gomlock’s ship came out of FTL some distance from where the scout had exited. There was a gravitational anomaly ahead of them, one the scout hadn’t reported. They couldn’t see what it was as there was no light in the local area beyond the ambient light from distant stars and there was even more interference for the scanners from what appeared to be a debris field between them and the gravitational anomaly.
“Tell me what the hell it is!” Gomlock demanded of his seconds, “I don’t care about the interference, just send a probe or something. Why didn’t the scout report it?” Then he added “And why hasn’t the scout reported in!”
5 Hours ago, Aboard The War-Sun Final Edict.
“Do you think he’ll buy it sir?” Asked the second in command of the titanic war machine. A weaponised dyson swarm and stellar engine, Capable of transporting itself through FTL warp. The Final Edict was the gravitational anomaly, and the ‘debris field’ was the grand total of humanities fleets running silent and with all external systems disabled except for their jamming fields. The one downside of this was there was only one real form of communication and that was tight beam laser communication, and even then that was kept to a minimum.
The commander of the battle station shrugged.
“I hope he does, It’ll be better that way but even if he doesn’t we’ve excited the surface of the sun to the point of being ready for a directed coronal mass ejection and then some,” The commander said and the second in command blinked a few times. With the immense firepower on the external layers of the station as well as the well over four thousand ships that were drifting in space before them he’d almost discounted the fact that they might go through with the suggestion of unshielding the star.
1 hour ago. Aboard the World Breaker.
Gomlock roared in frustration
“I don’t give a morlock’s ass what it might be I just want you to tell me if the spinal cannon is charged. We’ll just blast it apart. Pathetic humans, thinking that a pile of metal scraps can keep me from my prize!” He screamed as he rounded on his sub-commanders. The scans of the ‘debris field’ and even the attempted probes had come back with negatives, garbled responses and mostly failed scans, all they knew was it was metal dense, had chunks of carbon rich resources, and the gravitational anomaly was some kind of metallic mass. Probably the humans attempting to dump a bunch of mines, or just scrap to buy themselves time. He’d seen it before, if it was scrap it’d be melted down and used to build more ships. Mines could be shot apart the moment they activated.
“Full ahead! We’re going to blast our way through!” He roared in to the ear of his helmsman who winced but followed the order as Gomlock stomped his way back to the command dais, he was going to wring the neck of the first human prisoners himself just to satiate his vengeance.
30 minutes ago Aboard the Final Edict.
“He bought it sir.” The second in command said with a grin on his face as Gomlock’s ships came in to range of the War sun’s weapons and Corona Cannon.
“Excellent, Send the command!” The commander said as throughout the fleet communication lasers flickered between ships and reactors were brought back up to maximum drive. Lights came on across the fleet. Trapping Gomlock’s ships in a net of steel and fury as Humanity showed the alien fleet just what threatening it resulted in.
15 minutes ago, Aboard The Final Edict.
“They don’t seem to want to surrender do they?” The commander commented to his second in command.
“I don’t think its in their dictionary sir.” His second mentioned as he looked up from the tactical plot of the ongoing fight, It was very one sided, The enemy fleet was outnumbered over six hundred to one, the only reason they’d not been broken apart in to space dust was that The Final Edict hadn’t fired anything bigger than a anti-matter cannon and the Alien’s shields were shockingly resistant to most weapons the human fleet possessed.
“Hmm, The Solar Capacitors are full. Unshield the sun and fire the Coronal Cannon.” The Commander said and his second grinned a wicked smile.
“Yes Sir.”
Five minutes ago, Aboard The World Breaker.
Gomlock’s jaw fell open. The enemy’s battle station, for that is what it had to be, a hastily thrown together battle station, made up of metal and guns, and little else had started to move. Its outer shell unfolded to reveal the blazing white light of a star inside, Then the surface of that star had exploded. Half his fleet had melted, under the blast of superheated gases and particles, the rest were blind from the electromagnetic radiation, and his own ship had lost power because of the energy pulse. The humans had built a battle station around a sun. No wonder it was a gravitational anomaly. They were moving a sun around like it was some kind of warship. Then the thing fired again, another chunk of his fleet vanished as from somewhere inside that abominable Battle-dyson sphere, came a blast of solar energy concentrated in to a focused beam, turning anything that it touched into little more than molten heaps of slowly drifting metal.
Current time.
Gomlock, The destroyer of empires, commander of the World Breaker. Warlord of several dozen systems, terror of the gorgon nebula, cowered in fear aboard his flagship. He had made a terrible mistake, his fleet was in ruins, his life was seconds from ending, he’d not even made it a single AU in to the human space. He looked back at where he’d made the error and realised something, a mistake he’d made when considering humanity and its nature. Peaceful, didn’t mean harmless. Then the War-Sun flared again and he was little more than glittering dust, blown away on the solar wind.
Woo, been a while, I think? Honestly, I'm somewhat feeling like the sub's slowly going quieter, But that might just be because I was posting a few years ago when posts were getting three or four times the views/Reponses they were now. Either way, Gonna keep writing, or trying to. Looking at alternative ways of getting things out there.
Anyway! Rumination over, Little update: I'm doing good, This story was almost lost to a feline interference (they are little kleptomaniacs). I hope everyone enjoys and as always, grammar and spelling corrections are welcome.
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65 hours ago, at the Council of Warlords..
“So they are a peaceful species? How do they handle pirates?” one of the ministers asked, his tone gravely and harsh, his species was known for its own piratical tendencies, plundering trade lines and stealing ships.
“The offer them better options,” one of the report bringers said. “They are offered the opportunity to sell their ships at above market rates and given a place to live and look after until their end of days on the provision they don’t return to their piratical ways.” the multi-limbed alien said as he looked over his notes, one extra pseudopod was used to shuffle through the notes.
“That’s pathetic!” Gomlock shouted and several of his fellow generals and warlords nodded. This group of aliens had gotten together several generations ago, the mightiest empires, warlords, and pirate lords and created this council of war, to choose who to target, what their next raids would be and how they’d avoid getting in one another's way. They’d realised that it was much easier if they chose soft targets, lesser races and the like, rather than fighting one another.
“I am inclined to agree with your destructive-ness.” One of the report-givers simpered. “However it appears to be effective.” One of Gomlock’s fellow warlords, a mighty alien of eight and a half foot responded by slamming their prosthetic limb on to the table, causing it to shake,
“Weaklings, fools, pathetic lesser beings!” He roared out. Again there was noises of agreement and ascent from his fellow warmongers.
“Gather data on their military capacity and combat force!” A third member of the council ordered the report-givers. All of which scattered to do as they were ordered, Failing to do so would result in being tossed into the fight pits for their masters' entertainment.
The room erupted into a heated debate on who would lay claim to this prize of resource rich planets and new source of slaves.
60 hours ago, The Council of Warlords.
The debate was partly concluded, it was between Gomlock and another warlord, this time a pirate lord by the name of ‘Admiral’ Zarkoth. The debate was primarily on whose territory it reached in to and what one would offer the other in return for the rights of first pillage. The report-givers trembled their way back in to the council room and waited for their presence to be acknowledged and given the right to speak. Once done so they finally began.
“This species, The Hu-mans as they call themselves. Have most of their military force as a strange almost police keeping force,, They are used to keep pirates that do not take up their offer away from the shipping lanes, or prevent squabbles between humans from escalating in to fully fledged fights. They are referred to as the United Humanity Security Force or UHSF,” There was a pause when the warlords burst out laughing.
“A police force! Their military is a police force!” Zarkoth barked out and looked at Gomlock. “You can take this pathetic species, They don’t seem to be worth my time to fight! I still expect the normal ten percent of the mineral wealth and twenty percent of the slaves taken!” He said through his laughter which caused him to once again bang at the table. The table, reinforced since the first meeting, shook but was otherwise unaffected. Gomlock smiled
“Weak or not! They shall soon serve in the slave-hold of my ships and their worlds will be mined dry for metal to make more!” He said and looked at the Report-givers “Do you have anything else to report?” He asked them.
“Yes Lord.” One said in a quivering voice. “They have a violent history, but it seems that they have attempted to bury that once they reached space, claiming to be a peaceful, and welcoming, people. Offering not only trade, but sanctuary to any who desired. It.” More laughter from the assembled aliens.
“Fantastic! So they cannot complain when we claim that our form of sanctuary is to take all that they have and then take more!” Gomlock roared and stood up.
“Erm…One more thing Your bloodthirsty-ness…” The report giver said raising a small slip of paper. “They..they have a motto that they seem to tell anyone and everyone who comes close to their borders.”
“Motto or not, they will be ground into dust. And never interrupt me!” Gomlock bellowed, backhanding the report-giver into the wall as he exited the chamber. The poor alien hit t he far wall with the crunch of a breaking exoskeleton and slid down to the floor, a bright green trail of lifeblood left on the wall behind him to join the dozens of others that’d been splattered there over the lifetime of the council.
45 hours ago, UHSF listening post zeta three.
“Sir we have a blip!” Called out one of the sensor techs, The station's captain walked over and looked at the sensor techs display. He didn’t understand it, a web of glowing lines and blinking dots in different colours.
“Tell me what we’re looking at.” he said and the sensor tech shrugged.
“It’s a FTL flash, we’ve had a unregistered ship come out of FTL just within the boarders of our space.” He said as he started to flip small switches and type commands into the console. Within moments on the larger screen above him there was a depiction of a ship. It was small, angular, and clearly armed with something that looked akin to an energy fork, though it was clearly not of human build with the rear engines being some kind of ring.
“That’s not one of ours.” The captain said and walked back to the centre of the command deck. “Forward the data to the central command, hopefully they’ve got something on this.” He said as another tech called out
“Proximity alert!” and the entire station shook and the lights flickered. “Shields out!” The same tech yelled as the lights came back, glowing a warning red.
“Send a full alert to all crew, Get to the escape pods, What the hell shot us, and get a full report to HQ as fast as possible!” The captain of the station roared out as alarms blared. The last thing he saw was the unknown ship come about for another pass on the station, but to his satisfaction, the last thing he heard was one of the tech’s yelling out
“Report Sent, HQ knows!” before the ship blew a hole in the station and hurled them all in to the void.
40 hours ago, UHSF HQ.
“This report. It is concerning.” One of the men at the table said. “An unknown craft came out of FTL, scanned the surrounding area, and then immediately blew the nearest two listening posts out of space. Then continued deeper into our territory. Last seen scouting the mining bases around Vega 3” There was nodding and murmuring from the attending men and women. These individuals made up the highest ranking positions of the UHSF, heads of intelligence, the commanders of entire sectors. There was a pause and they looked at each other and then one of them spoke slowly.
“There are…no pirates in the area, of that we are certain, the last of them relocated to one of the farming planets six cycles ago.” she said in a soft voice, tapping her lips with a finger. “And there have been no reports of crises in that direction since before I took my seat.” She paused again, clearly pondering the situation. “It could be a scout craft…” her verbal pondering was interrupted as there was a banging on the door.
“Dammit!” One of the men yelled. “Who the hell is interrupting us now!” his neighbour put a hand on his shoulder
“Relax Jack, the only reason they’d interrupt us would be because there is more information.” He remind the man called jack, who relaxed into his seat.
The door was thrown open by the guards and a young looking secretary surged in “There’s been an intercepted transmission,” She blurted and practically tossed her tablet on to the table. “But its clearly supposed to be intercepted.” She finished as the tablet beeped once and a projection came up, the creature in the projection was horrific, a patchwork of scars and stitches, missing one eye and the other a prosthetic. The teeth were jagged stumps of metal. “This is Gomlock! Breaker of Empires! My mighty warfleet has set its eyes on your puny collection of worlds! We know you are a peaceful people, so surrender as is your nature and I personally promise you will be treated with kindness in your slavery!” The figure laughed, spittle coming from between its lips, one of which had been split by some kind of bladed weapon long ago. “If not, then I’m sure we can find proper beds for your breeders! And nice fight pits for the rest of you!” The hologram cut off. The room was silent for a few moments before it erupted in to shouts of protest, demands for retribution before the someone coughed quietly, the noise, though cut through the sound and caused the room to go silent as if it were the banging of a gavel. The man at the head of the table drummed his fingers on the table.
“We have been threatened, Put out a Call to Arms.” The room erupted in to noise again, though this time, it was directed, the sort of noise that comes from a dozen people with a purpose.
35 hours ago. The bridge of UHS Sword of Justice,
The pirate base fell apart and started to lose orbital stability as the glittering beams of anti-matter and cohesive light tore it apart. The captain of the ship smiled as their sister ship, Fist of Peace came round the curve of the planet, the last pirate ship being driven before it, with their base gone the pirates would have little choice but to accept the offer of selling their ships and being given a parcel of land to live on. It wasn’t a bad deal, it just took some convincing to get some people to take it.
The ships Communication Officer glanced up from his station and called out
“Captain, We’ve just had a fleet wide message,” He said and waited for the captain to stop admiring the handiwork they’d done of the past half hour and respond.
“Hmm. Fleet wide? I do hope they’ve found the time to call us in for a refit, The coffee machines going ‘glunk’ and producing tomato soup is less funny, and far more annoying that it was the first time.” He said as he lifted his mug, currently full of tea.
“UUh, No sir. Its a just three words and a set of coordinates.” The captain stiffened at these words and set his mug down.
“What are the words, and coordinates?” he asked as he stood and walked to the communication officer's station.
“Call To Arms, sir?” The officer said, slightly confused. The captain nodded.
“All hands, to ready stations, Helm, put those coordinates in, Spool up the jump drive. Tell me how long it’ll take us to get there?” He said as he looked at his mug and sighed. “And someone grind up some beans or something, I’m going to need something stronger than this.” He added.
30 hours ago, Aboard the World Breaker.
Gomlock laughed as his crew celebrated, It was time for a conquest. They’d been stuck with puny species that had been beaten so often they’d just given up defending, or were so pathetic that they offered Gomlock’s fleet a tithe to go away. This however was new blood. He’d shared the council reports with his crew and sub-captains and they were all excited. There was no fight like one where the other party didn’t fight back. They’d even brought a few of the slaves up from the lower decks to be sacrificed and have their blood used to make ceremonial paint, normally they’d just used the synthesised paint, but this was the first fight with a new species. It was always special and deserved some ceremony. This species bled blue so the war paint was a odd green-blue as the pigments mixed with the blood of the executed slave.
“Our scout has reported no resistance and is currently holding position around a mining station, They even reported that all the humans aboard the mining station have fled, leaving the resources behind. They’ve requested permission to plunder.” One of Gomlock’s seconds reported. Gomlock laughed.
“Denied! I claim the right of first treasure. These puny hoomans are going to be ground to a pulp under my boot and then they can continue working their little mining stations, but we’ll be the ones to profit!” He cackled. “Light the jump engines, I cannot wait any longer! Any ship that isn’t ready is getting left behind and can pick up the scraps!” He bellowed and stomped to the command podium.
25 hours ago, The wreckage of Listening Station Zeta Three.
Space rippled and split as a ship tore its way free of the null space that was used for FTL travel. Its prow bumped the wreckage of the listening station aside as it emerged from the alternate reality. Clouds of water vapour poured off its hull and glittering fragments of frozen gases twisted free as the un-reality of null space conformed to laws of physics, snapping from unknown, impossible substances, to more mundane things like methane and hydrogen. Free of FTL shift the ship’s main weapons pivoted as if looking for threats, all suddenly snapping to a location a few thousand kilometres away where another ship was ploughing into reality. There was a tense moment before the weapons resumed their tracking, the other ship identified as a friend.
All across local space this scene repeated itself, Human ships emerging from FTL. Most seemed to be expecting hostiles and were ready for a fight. Upon the bridge of the Sword of Justice, the captain had woken up from a brief sleep while in FTL and had also acquired a cup of coffee courtesy of the ships hydroponics bay having had a recent addition of rapid-growth coffee beans when the ship had first encountered its tomato soup issue. He stood, mug in hand, surveying the scans as they were presented to him. “That’s The Indomitable, flagship of the third fleet. There’s Sky-Breaker. Of the eighth fleet.” He said confused “Just how widespread was the Call?” He asked out loud. One of the officers finally asked the question most of them had been asking each other in the mess.
“Sir, What did the message ‘call to arms’ mean?” He asked.
“Ah, a Call To Arms.” The captain said, and you could hear the capital letters. “Is a widespread message, for a given number of ships to move to a specific location and prepare for a fight, normally an emergency message, for either reinforcements or because of a hostile force, Normally it is only fleet wide or sometimes covers two fleets if its serious.” He said as the long range FTL scanner blared a warning, there was a massive object in FTL coming towards them.
7 hours ago,
Gomlock’s ship came out of FTL some distance from where the scout had exited. There was a gravitational anomaly ahead of them, one the scout hadn’t reported. They couldn’t see what it was as there was no light in the local area beyond the ambient light from distant stars and there was even more interference for the scanners from what appeared to be a debris field between them and the gravitational anomaly.
“Tell me what the hell it is!” Gomlock demanded of his seconds, “I don’t care about the interference, just send a probe or something. Why didn’t the scout report it?” Then he added “And why hasn’t the scout reported in!”
5 Hours ago, Aboard The War-Sun Final Edict.
“Do you think he’ll buy it sir?” Asked the second in command of the titanic war machine. A weaponised dyson swarm and stellar engine, Capable of transporting itself through FTL warp. The Final Edict was the gravitational anomaly, and the ‘debris field’ was the grand total of humanities fleets running silent and with all external systems disabled except for their jamming fields. The one downside of this was there was only one real form of communication and that was tight beam laser communication, and even then that was kept to a minimum.
The commander of the battle station shrugged.
“I hope he does, It’ll be better that way but even if he doesn’t we’ve excited the surface of the sun to the point of being ready for a directed coronal mass ejection and then some,” The commander said and the second in command blinked a few times. With the immense firepower on the external layers of the station as well as the well over four thousand ships that were drifting in space before them he’d almost discounted the fact that they might go through with the suggestion of unshielding the star.
1 hour ago. Aboard the World Breaker.
Gomlock roared in frustration
“I don’t give a morlock’s ass what it might be I just want you to tell me if the spinal cannon is charged. We’ll just blast it apart. Pathetic humans, thinking that a pile of metal scraps can keep me from my prize!” He screamed as he rounded on his sub-commanders. The scans of the ‘debris field’ and even the attempted probes had come back with negatives, garbled responses and mostly failed scans, all they knew was it was metal dense, had chunks of carbon rich resources, and the gravitational anomaly was some kind of metallic mass. Probably the humans attempting to dump a bunch of mines, or just scrap to buy themselves time. He’d seen it before, if it was scrap it’d be melted down and used to build more ships. Mines could be shot apart the moment they activated.
“Full ahead! We’re going to blast our way through!” He roared in to the ear of his helmsman who winced but followed the order as Gomlock stomped his way back to the command dais, he was going to wring the neck of the first human prisoners himself just to satiate his vengeance.
30 minutes ago Aboard the Final Edict.
“He bought it sir.” The second in command said with a grin on his face as Gomlock’s ships came in to range of the War sun’s weapons and Corona Cannon.
“Excellent, Send the command!” The commander said as throughout the fleet communication lasers flickered between ships and reactors were brought back up to maximum drive. Lights came on across the fleet. Trapping Gomlock’s ships in a net of steel and fury as Humanity showed the alien fleet just what threatening it resulted in.
15 minutes ago, Aboard The Final Edict.
“They don’t seem to want to surrender do they?” The commander commented to his second in command.
“I don’t think its in their dictionary sir.” His second mentioned as he looked up from the tactical plot of the ongoing fight, It was very one sided, The enemy fleet was outnumbered over six hundred to one, the only reason they’d not been broken apart in to space dust was that The Final Edict hadn’t fired anything bigger than a anti-matter cannon and the Alien’s shields were shockingly resistant to most weapons the human fleet possessed.
“Hmm, The Solar Capacitors are full. Unshield the sun and fire the Coronal Cannon.” The Commander said and his second grinned a wicked smile.
“Yes Sir.”
Five minutes ago, Aboard The World Breaker.
Gomlock’s jaw fell open. The enemy’s battle station, for that is what it had to be, a hastily thrown together battle station, made up of metal and guns, and little else had started to move. Its outer shell unfolded to reveal the blazing white light of a star inside, Then the surface of that star had exploded. Half his fleet had melted, under the blast of superheated gases and particles, the rest were blind from the electromagnetic radiation, and his own ship had lost power because of the energy pulse. The humans had built a battle station around a sun. No wonder it was a gravitational anomaly. They were moving a sun around like it was some kind of warship. Then the thing fired again, another chunk of his fleet vanished as from somewhere inside that abominable Battle-dyson sphere, came a blast of solar energy concentrated in to a focused beam, turning anything that it touched into little more than molten heaps of slowly drifting metal.
Current time.
Gomlock, The destroyer of empires, commander of the World Breaker. Warlord of several dozen systems, terror of the gorgon nebula, cowered in fear aboard his flagship. He had made a terrible mistake, his fleet was in ruins, his life was seconds from ending, he’d not even made it a single AU in to the human space. He looked back at where he’d made the error and realised something, a mistake he’d made when considering humanity and its nature. Peaceful, didn’t mean harmless. Then the War-Sun flared again and he was little more than glittering dust, blown away on the solar wind.
Woo, been a while, I think? Honestly, I'm somewhat feeling like the sub's slowly going quieter, But that might just be because I was posting a few years ago when posts were getting three or four times the views/Reponses they were now. Either way, Gonna keep writing, or trying to. Looking at alternative ways of getting things out there.
Anyway! Rumination over, Little update: I'm doing good, This story was almost lost to a feline interference (they are little kleptomaniacs). I hope everyone enjoys and as always, grammar and spelling corrections are welcome.
2024.04.27 04:24 aswizpiz Are there any funny cheers/mottos?
my senior class made a tiktok of all of us doing the “my name is (name) and i’m going to (college), go (mascot)” and some of the schools have a specific hand motion they do or a different tagline. like for example my friend is going to university of kansas and he said rock chalk, so my question is if there is anything like that for illinois state? any funny taglines or hand motions? when it was my turn i just said go redbirds but i wanted to have a different thing to say because i felt it was a little bland haha
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2024.04.24 20:06 PatienceGuilty Very random and out of context excerpts from my book.
Book name: Vanishing act. Not published yet because i kinda gave up on it after 10 chapters BUT i am planning on continuing soon
Ahem ok here we go
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Excerpt 1:
"Ready? I'm more than ready! This tiny ass bank doesn't stand a chance against TFF!" She says back confidently. You're probably thinking, 'What the hell is TFF?' and before you ask, no, it's not 'The Furry Fandom,' although Evie is, in fact, a furry. Imagine getting your bank robbed by somebody who likes to make out with people in a wolf suit during their free time? Embarrassing.
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ur not getting the context for this one LMAO
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Excerpt 2:
"Shit," I whisper to myself, eyes drifting from the fire to Vlad, our resident Russian tank. Suddenly, I'm seeing him in a whole new light. The guy is built like he wrestles bears for breakfast and makes them apologize afterward. And I'm standing here, wondering if I'd let him throw me around like a ragdoll.
The thought slams into me harder than a hangover after a night of tequila shots. "Am I gay?" I murmur, almost lost against the backdrop of an exploding van and the distant wail of sirens. It's a hell of a time to have a sexual crisis.
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it isn’t a story without a character randomly becoming gay
Excerpt 3:
Enter Harper, who was already ten steps ahead. "I’ve got a guy who knows a guy... who’s sleeping with someone whose neighbor’s cousin’s dad’s uncle’s friend’s girlfriend’s side chick’s grandpa Harry interned at the architectural firm that designed the Reserve," he announced, tapping away on his laptop like it was the keyboard of destiny.
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please send help
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Excerpt 4:
Life's motto? "If you can't buy it, steal it. If you can't steal it, blow it up." I’ve nabbed more shit than Winona Ryder in a designer boutique, and I’m not even sorry.
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ok that’s it idk if i should drop this book or not would yall actually read it cuz imo it’s mad funny
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Ahem ok here we go
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Excerpt 1:
"Ready? I'm more than ready! This tiny ass bank doesn't stand a chance against TFF!" She says back confidently. You're probably thinking, 'What the hell is TFF?' and before you ask, no, it's not 'The Furry Fandom,' although Evie is, in fact, a furry. Imagine getting your bank robbed by somebody who likes to make out with people in a wolf suit during their free time? Embarrassing.
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ur not getting the context for this one LMAO
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Excerpt 2:
"Shit," I whisper to myself, eyes drifting from the fire to Vlad, our resident Russian tank. Suddenly, I'm seeing him in a whole new light. The guy is built like he wrestles bears for breakfast and makes them apologize afterward. And I'm standing here, wondering if I'd let him throw me around like a ragdoll.
The thought slams into me harder than a hangover after a night of tequila shots. "Am I gay?" I murmur, almost lost against the backdrop of an exploding van and the distant wail of sirens. It's a hell of a time to have a sexual crisis.
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it isn’t a story without a character randomly becoming gay
- me, 2024
Excerpt 3:
Enter Harper, who was already ten steps ahead. "I’ve got a guy who knows a guy... who’s sleeping with someone whose neighbor’s cousin’s dad’s uncle’s friend’s girlfriend’s side chick’s grandpa Harry interned at the architectural firm that designed the Reserve," he announced, tapping away on his laptop like it was the keyboard of destiny.
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please send help
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Excerpt 4:
Life's motto? "If you can't buy it, steal it. If you can't steal it, blow it up." I’ve nabbed more shit than Winona Ryder in a designer boutique, and I’m not even sorry.
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ok that’s it idk if i should drop this book or not would yall actually read it cuz imo it’s mad funny