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welcolm
She Done Already Done Had Herses!
Welcome to the NINTH (already) edition of Apple NF Monoxide - a surprisingly important one. If I manage to get into the next edition, I am preparing both for, well, edition 69 and for my potential 10th NF, meaning this has to be a special one. For that reason, I have meticulously analysed all songs ever sent to RSC and chose 6 songs that could potentially have won every edition so far. If you thought Aerobika was great, wait until you hear these!
Important note: Apple Monoxide is joking in the above paragraph. This is a bog standard Apple NF stacked with memes. He still isn't attempting to qualify, and is actually hoping to match his previously existing NQ streak at some point in 2027. I just had way too many songs I wanted to send this edition and I have at least two more NFs in the oven, so I had to slowly get rid of some. I hope you understand :)
 
My theme for this NF was choosing between three styles of songs: songs I have nostalgia for, obscure musical discoveries I ran into on Spotify and unorthodox remixes of existing songs. All three styles were actually 'shaping up' to be NF ideas of their own, but I decided there's no way in hell I actually find both enough songs for all of these and enough motivation to host all of these, so I chose two favourites from each and made this NF. I hope you enjoy. You won't, but I hope you do!
 

Draw	Artist	Song	Style	Note
01	Shorty	Zeka	Nostalgia	This is a Croatian song I really enjoyed when I was around 4 because it sampled a children's song - now I understand the lyrics and I wonder what my parents were thinking. Also, Shorty vanished somewhere about 15 years ago and I have no idea where he is or if he's even alive, xd
02	Blessings Chisama	Universe	Obscure	Blessings Chisama is just some Malawian guy who is really good at playing guitar. I have no idea how I came across this but I love it
03	Robzzz	kusha las paya (remix)	Remix	Robzzz, a friend of fan-favourite Nerve Agent, decided to mess with a song by Las Ketchup, amazingly
04	Vinkuja	Miks Turhaan	Remix	finnish weezer bottom text
05	Icy L	Standa Řezáč Swag	Obscure	Continuing the Czech cinematic universe, a song about a cross-country skier's terrible interview
06	Pawel Blaszczak	Turtles	Nostalgia	I found it very funny when I discovered that the same guy who composed music for The Witcher and Dying Light also made the soundtrack of this football game I played in 2007

 
I will make spotify and recap.tube later
Youtube is here though
Vote by ranking the songs from 1st (best) to 6th (worst) in my DMs on reddit or discord (preferably discord). Apple Monoxide.
 
The deadline is 22nd May, the day of song submissions, at 17:30BST/18:30CEST.
 
Thank you everyone, and best of luck to you in this edition!

Angelo

He loves gossiping about brawlers to make them fight each other... He's the Love Swamp's resident cupid-turned-mosquito. He buzzes around the canals looking for lovebirds to dazzle with his irresistible charm, even if those require a little extra, pointy incentive.

Angelo voice lines

There are only a few strange voice lines like, "Take a deep breath", "Just keep breathing" "And breathe!"

Melodie

She is a K-pop singer. Popular karaoke singer at Starr park and has some mood swings. Sometimes sweet and delicate as a rose and sometimes harsh as it's thorns... When it comes to Karaoke, Melodie shows no mercy. Armed with her kawaii looks and devilish set of pipes, she never fails to steal the limelight... In her song she says that she is built to be a K-pop singer, which means that she is a human experiment for Starr Park. I want to remind you that Max energy drink is called Max cuz it belongs only to Max. I think that she is also a human experiment.

Conections to other brawlers:

Poco, Janet, Frank, Chuck he is musianist sick beats modifier, they all removes stuns slows etc.

Melodie voice lines

I was watching a lot of videos about her lines, but not many people know how to translate, and what ever she says in Korean is not meaningful, like: Let's go! Are you ready?, are you crazy? Are you new here? etc. "Reload, reline, keep this moment on my mind"; "Dreams come true" ; "you'll remember this melody forever".

Theories

1) A mosquito touched a random gem first, and then Angelo (when he was a normal guy) touched the same gem second, and now he is 50% mosquito and 50% man. You may think that he just touched the gem. But gems give you the ability that you dreamed of, really like or love, or just make you go insane. I don't think Angelo was dreaming of being a mosquito. But now that he has cupid arrows, did he dream to be a Cupid? Possibly idk. The same thing you can say about Willow I guess. That explains all of the non-human, non-robot brawlers like Ash, 8-Bit, Rico, etc. So maybe it is important who touched the gem first, which doesn't make sense in the Crows situation. Well, I think that Crow is much more complicated, cuz he is the only one that we truly can't explain, cuz Crow just stole the clothes from Sign Man, that man wasn't fused with the crow.
2) An angry Scottish man put the gem in the bin and now Ash has a Scottish accent, and is always angry. 2. A mean girl touched a gem, threw it in the swamp, and Willow touched it. 3. R-T was initially built to be an info kiosk, but Rik put a gem on top and now R-T is a male robot. Some robots have been built by someone (like Pam) with reasons, and it is written on their descriptions, but some robots, don't have reason to be built in their descriptions. 4. Which means that Piper put a gem on top of her cookie oven and now Pearl is a female robot cookie oven with a "warm" nature. Same thing you can say about many brawlers. I don't believe that criminals would build a cookie oven, even to distract people, but it isn't written in her description.
3) Her title is Fearless because she can't be scared. she spawns monsters notes, maybe she has close connections with monsters. Maybe monsters wont scare her.
4) Music is for mindcontrol and brainwashing. I will have a closer look at it. Not instantly brainwashing, but if you constantly listening to it, you might forget some stuff.
5) Starr park can control time, by just making clocks go backwards. you will talk and move backwards. As we saw it in I.V. and in Brawl talk.
5) In "The legend in the ocean" video we saw , that El primo was bitten by a shark and after that he could breathe in water. Does it mean that if you want to go to Otis you need to be bitten by a shark?

Thoughts

1) I think to explain who is the legend in the ocean from the Baby shark video, we need to wait until Otis trio is completed.
2) there are a lot of K-pop songs (19) in WKBRL, but they sing in Korean and I don't understand it. I will try to translate, and hope to hear something meaningful. You know how Google translate works not good. https://youtu.be/Fn6wy4w47Sc?si=Vh_bhFI0Y5kiUrSM
3) There are 4 Morse codes but they all translate to ES: 1) One on the Spike drop tower, in Ranged Ranch. 2) On the speaker in Basketbrawl 3) On the antennas of a TV in Kits cartoon environment, 4) in on a computer in Mega pig environment. If WKBRL Morse code was found from Jessie's radio that was hinting about the radio stream in YT, then ES was found on electronic devices, that should hint at the blue prints of those electronic devices or Electronic Systems (ES) ? Idk it's just a thought.
4) Why is her name Melody? so her parents already knew that she will be K-pop singer? Do their parents choose their names or Starr park does?

Questions

1) Why does Angelo have a fork and knife in his angry pin? 3) Why does Angelo say to take a deep breath when using his super. 4) Why is the Swamp of love closed, for maintenance? 6) What does the rewind message mean in Brawl talk?

My husband loves me, and he loves Sadie. But mainly, he's tired. And so eventually Sadie got her rat. Honey lived happily in Sadie's room in his 3-tiered Rat Palace, and every day I would take time out from soothing the infant and wrestling with the 3-year-old to play with the rat, something the pet store warned I had to do if I wanted to socialize him. 

Hello all,
I have been spending a considerable amount of time googling, using chatGPT and asking others around me how to make this work, and so far nothing I am doing works.
I have a form in my powerapp. It is going to be for a routine shift round some workers will be doing. It is going to be ran on a windows tablet. The feedback I have gotten is that the dropdown is too many steps to do, and the radio buttons are too small. Everyone would prefer a "Yes", "No" button they can press instead that is bigger. We have some older guys with poor vision, and also not so computer savvy people who need it as basic as possible.
Here is what my setup looks like.
The Question is: "Are the Entry/Exit Doors Closed, Not Blocked, and Functional?" The Answers are "Yes" or "No".
The Data Source is a Sharepoint list we will call "RoundsList"
The Form is "ECR1_Form"
The card for this question is "ECR1 - Entry/Exit Doors Closed, Not Blocked, and Functional?_DataCard5" The Radio Buttons I have used is :"DataCardValue281" The Defaults property for this card is "ThisItem.'ECR1 - Entry/Exit Doors Closed, Not Blocked, and Functional?' The Update property is "DataCardValue281.Selected DataField is "field_5"
I have a "Yes" button that on the OnSelect property is "Set(ecr1q1,"Yes") I have a "No" button that on the OnSelect property is "Set(ecr1q1,"No")
The Font Color of my buttons change depending on yes and no, but thats irrelevant.
I wold ideally like to do away with the drop down, or radio buttons, but idk how to make these buttons update the value that the question needs.
Also I am not sure what to call each of these components. What is the, what I am referring to as "Question" What is the, what I'm calling "Answer" called?
I have tried every possible thing google has said to do, ChatGPT, Bing Co-piolet, Google Bard, and all my colleagues.
Reddit Please Help. If anymore information is needed, I can provide.
Much Thanks.
Editing to add more details.
I have several pages with forms that upon hitting submit on another page all of the other forms are then patched to the master form.
On this master form page I have a "Testing", " Production", and "Draft" button that updates a column called status. I was able to get this to work by using this in the defaults property for the dropdown. - "LookUp(Choices([@'E&I Shift Rounds'].Status),Value=statusupdate)" But manipulating this for my varable "ecr1q1" doesn't work. Idk whats up.

I have a coworker who only listens to pop country on the radio on. Full. Blast.
And I hate it.
For some reason, every time I listen to it, I get depressed. It’s always about this “perfect life” where people have all of these kids or a trashy situation where the guy is abusive or an alcoholic. I swear, it promotes trashy living and stupidity. I feel like the cranked-up radio is making me actively lose brain cells.
What gets me is that listening to rock or metal about someone wanting to die actually makes me feel better.

What’s a good solution to deal with a stalker? I run a public book club, open to anyone. This guy who is older than my Dad and married, sometimes brought his wife, would show up and at the end of events, he’d sit down across from me, interrupt my reading, and ask me questions about my life. I travel often for work and he’d say “when I grow up, I want to be just like you.” Ick.
I accepted his friend request on Facebook in the beginning and he’d post often in our private book community. One post bordered on sexually inappropriate, and no one interacted, some reported it, so I deleted it. Here’s where things get really weird - earlier this year, I brought a copy of a classic book to read to an event. At the next meet, he publicly gives me a copy of the classic book. The people at his table (no wife there) look visibly uncomfortable.
I smile, take it, and go back to my corner at the bar. About 30 minutes later, he comes up and interrupts my reading. He tries touching his leg to mine and I scoot away. The conversation is exactly the same as last time, I’m annoyed and grossed out so I get up and say “nice seeing you” and leave. I feel frustrated that as the host I need to be polite.
Well, that’s when this creep goes into overdrive and starts liking every single post on my Facebook account including friends only. Mind you, the algorithm only shows any single person about 10-12% of all posts on any wall, so he’s definitely checking my profile at least once a day. I posted a public photo of the Aurora and he comments (which I deleted out of respect for his wife) “can I be your roadie?”
I decide to block him. Well, about a week later, he finds my business page, follows it and asks if I’m ok because my social media “seems to have disappeared.” I block him off that page. I block him from the book club page, especially when he likes and comments on a photo of 3 girls young enough to be his granddaughters. He next creates an Instagram account and messages me there. Blocked. Does the same on LinkedIn. Blocked.
My Mom is concerned and ships the book back to his home address. I would think by then this guy would get the message but nope. Last night he shows up and tries to corner me. “I don’t understand what I did wrong.” Thankfully someone has a video of the creepy encounter but I told him to get the f—k out of here before I call the police and informed him what a disgusting pig he is. He responded “this has never happened before” and “I love my wife.”
Some perspective: my Dad is a few years younger than this guy and has been married to my Mom for about the same period of time (50+ years). While I don’t keep close tabs on him, I can guarantee you that my Dad is not out and about striking up inappropriate “friendships” with women my age. I have never seen him interact online or off with any other woman who wasn’t already in my parents friend group.
Furthermore, I work with men all the time in my field. Some are married but none have ever crossed the line with gifts or fawning over me. I have platonic married guy friends too. Loads of examples of what a respectful friendship looks like. This man is 100% a creep and I’m pretty sure he’s doing this to other women.
What’s especially sad is that instead of owning up to it, he has his wife post (or he got into her account) on our book club wall that someone is impersonating him and that he is innocent. People like this who are immature at any age never take accountability for their actions.
Sadly, I now find myself carrying pepper spray and a Birdie alarm. Should I start a report with the police? Also, who is a good attorney who deals with this stuff, in case I need to file a restraining order? I’m also looking for higher ups where he volunteers at Frederik Meijer Gardens as a docent to send video clips and screenshots of his bad behavior. Thank you in advance.

If you're one of the folks who listens to the the good ole' fashioned radio, and enjoys some local news and talk -- iHeartRadio Tampa flipped 1250 AM WHNZ (and 105.9 FM in Tampa) back to English.
Can stream: WHNZ.com/listen or on iHeartRadio
*Disclaimer: Yes, I'm a fan of radio (username checks out)
The weekday schedule is: 6a - Your Morning Show w/ Michael DelGiorno - conservative leaning but in the middle show - covers range of topics.
9a - Armstrong & Getty
12p - Bloomberg Radio, for the investors
3p - Dave Ramsey and his co-host who seem to fill in more often than not; crazy financial stories to listen to.
6p - Joe Pags, conservative talk
...and they have some shows on the weekend too.

Whats up guys, im making a party in my home town and have some questions regarding the basic stuff like amounts of alc, do and don'ts of hosting a big party. Since im moving from my house i figured id make a project x type deal, around 200-300 people hopefully. Is there a subreddit for people who host some events od sumn? Thanks for the help

If you're one of the folks who listens to the the good ole' fashioned radio, and enjoys some local news and talk -- iHeartRadio Tampa flipped 1250 AM WHNZ (and 105.9 FM in Tampa) back to English.
Can stream: WHNZ.com/listen or on iHeartRadio
*Disclaimer: Yes, I'm a fan of radio (username checks out)
The weekday schedule is: 6a - Your Morning Show w/ Michael DelGiorno - conservative leaning but in the middle show - covers range of topics.
9a - Armstrong & Getty
12p - Bloomberg Radio, for the investors
3p - Dave Ramsey and his co-host who seem to fill in more often than not; crazy financial stories to listen to.
6p - Joe Pags, conservative talk
...and they have some shows on the weekend too.

Title mostly explains the use case. We have RHEL through AWS and that points to their RHUI instance for the given region. We have a request to make RHEL packages available for CI, and to do that we have Sonatype Nexus for artifact management.
Nexus has support for Yum repos and documentation for a RHEL proxy here, but here are the problems:

1. I can't use this doc. There is no entitlement through AWS with RHUI. It looks like you don't use the `subscription-manager` at all with RHUI in fact according to this doc by Red Hat. The proxy url also points to the CDN which looks like a different use case than using the uris of the mirrorlist pointing to the RHUI for a new AWS RHEL instance specified in `yum.repos.d`. I also verified that in spite of the warnings that my EC2 instance is not registered, both `yum` and `dnf` pull packages and run update just fine.
2. I haven't found any docs for pulling from the RHUI. I'm not sure if it works at all with Nexus. Nexus supports yum proxy repos, but it only provides one set of GPG Key, remote URL, and certs per repo, whilst there are 4 or 5 enabled repos specified in the `redhat-rhui.repo` file each with different subdirectories to repos hosted on the same rhui instance, each with their own set of ssl certs. There is also the separate client config repo to consider. I could think of a few possible approaches to this, I would like to know thoughts if anyone is familiar with this. Do we:

a. point to RHUI directly in the remote url, something like `rhui.us-east-1.aws.ce.redhat.com` and we can setup Nexus to automatically resolve the different repos in one Nexus proxy?
b. have to setup a new Nexus repo per entry in the `redhat-rhui.repo` INI file to resolve each set of certs when using `yum`?
c. have a persistent RHEL instance with RHUI repos fully configured and point Nexus to that RHEL instance instead (the instance still doesn't have an entitlement attached, so need to figure that out still, but I'm leaning towards this, only issue I see could be cost/performance bottleneck if a lot of teams end up using it)?
d. if pointing to the EC2 in c is a bottleneck or if running a persistent instance is too expensive, do we use Terraform to spin up a micro instance at build time to pull from using the AWS licensing to authorize Nexus? (<- this is what the customer says we can do, but I have my doubts that ssl certs made for a specific instance will be the same for a new instance)
Being that the subscription is managed through AWS, we don't have access to the subscription itself to use the Red Hat customer portal. I'm meeting with our financial officer, the guy who approves these paid subscriptions, next week to see if I can at least or what I can do about using our RHEL subscription, but until then public domain/forums like reddit are all the resources I have to find a solution.
One last note is that I tried running this how to on connecting to RHUI through curl on a RHEL instance and it worked perfectly fine, tested with `rhel-8-appstream-rhui-rpms`, so I was figuring a way of using that to get around the issue with not having an entitlement attached to the instance.
What are your thoughts?

DC Next Proudly Presents:

NIGHTWING:

In Hunter Hybrid
Issue Fourteen: The Meek Shall Inherit
Written by AdamantAce
Edited by PatrollinTheMojave
 
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Dick's heart hammered against his chest like a pounding storm as he stood amidst the laboratory, flanked by Artemis and Barry Allen, the Flash. The weight of worry for Mar'i bore down on him unbearably, each moment without her amplifying his anxiety.
In the secluded closet hidden at the back of the lab, Dick and Artemis had found something haunting: a trove of withered seedlings, dead plants that looked alien in nature. Assuming the worst, but needing to confirm, Dick had quickly summoned a friend with a history of running genetic samples - none other than the Scarlet Speedster - to the scene.
Barry’s brow furrowed in concentration as he examined the specimens, having already run several tests.
“I'm limited in what I can do here; I'm a CSI, not a xenologist,” Barry admitted with regret, evoking his favourite chief medical officer of fiction. “Really, this really feels like a job for someone like Cadmus. Alien DNA is their whole deal.”
Dick could only grimace at the suggestion, reminded of the sickening experiments he had unearthed in the bowels of the Chicago cloning laboratory, of the dozens of aborted attempts at cloning Bruce Wayne. It was hard to stomach, especially knowing that he still had no idea who was responsible. “Not an option," he replied firmly. “Not Cadmus.”
Barry raised an eyebrow, his curiosity evident in his expression. “You don't believe those rumours about the Superboy clones, do you?" he asked. “They’re Reawakened through and through. Blame the other universes’ Cadmuses.”
In response, Dick shook his head. “It’s not that. It’s… something else.”
Barry then looked to Artemis and smiled. “It’s, uh… nice to meet you properly by the way,” he said. “I heard you, uh, shoot arrows.”
Despite the terrible situation they were in, Artemis allowed herself a snicker in response to the Flash’s awkwardness. “Among other things. It’s important to branch out, seeing as I know you already have an arrows guy.”
Just then, Tim emerged from behind a sliding door, draped in his red and black Rook gear, a stack of papers in hand. “Got the printouts you asked for,” he said, handing them over to Barry.
Barry swiftly flipped through the pages at super speed, his expression growing grim as he absorbed the information.
“What is it?” asked Artemis.
“What we feared,” he announced somberly. “The dead seedlings match the profile of alien species, with a significant DNA match for the Morning Eclipse sample you got from Starling’s fingernails.”
Dick's frustration boiled over, his voice dripping with anger. “Wilkof,” he spat, his jaw clenched in fury. “He let that damn killer plant loose.”
Tim struck himself in the shoulder in self-reproach. “I should've put it together sooner,” he muttered. “Wilkof knew plenty about Tamaran even before you let him speak to Mar’i.”
“It’s worse than we thought,” added Barry, and everyone’s blood turned cold. “This Dr Wilkof wasn't just releasing the Morning Eclipse, he was trying to propagate them; taking cuttings to grow more of them. We’re just lucky the Earth's sunlight is too diffuse for their growth.”
Dick's eyes widened in horror. “So he’s trying to create an army of killer plants?”
Barry nodded solemnly. “An army or a particularly menacing greenhouse.”
Artemis's brow furrowed as she pieced together a crucial detail. “Wait, a couple years ago they had me subbing in the bio department at school for a few months. I’m pretty sure plants grown from cuttings are meant to be genetically identical to the parent.”
Tim cursed under his breath and then reached for the printouts to give them a check over himself. “You’re right! Genetic variation only occurs after pollination. But these plants aren't self-pollinated. They're too distinct from the original sample taken from Mar'i’s attack.”
Barry's voice quivered as he raised a troubling possibility. “Could there be two adult killer plants on the loose?”
“No, it's not that,” Tim quickly replied again, his expression grave as he looked up from the stack of papers. “It's worse.”
Artemis' heart sank. “How could it possibly be worse?”
“The dead seedlings share identical DNA with each other. And every single one of their genes is present in the parent sample. But the parent also has additional chromosomes that all of the seedlings lack,” Tim explained as his eyes traced the text on the papers once more. “The parent had an extra 48 chromosomes.”
Barry's face paled. "48? Are you sure?”
“48? What does that mean?” asked Dick, looking rapidly back and forth between Tim and Barry.
Artemis gritted her teeth. “Humans have 48 chromosomes. The adult plant is half human.”
“Fully human,” Barry corrected. “And fully plant too. A symbiosis.”
“What does that mean?” asked Dick, scared of the answer he would soon receive.
“It means I think Wilkof merged himself with the plant.”
 
🔹🔹 🪶 🔹🔹
 
Ker-tonk.
Ker-tonk.
Ker-tonk.
Mar’i lay in the darkness of the car’s trunk, helpless. She couldn’t tell how long it had been since she last felt the sun’s warmth on her skin. She tried to summon childhood memories of Tamaran, of the sun her father had found oppressive and her mother found liberating. But they were distant and blurred, echoes from another lifetime - and another timeline.
As the car rumbled on, she focused on her senses, trying to glean any information about her surroundings. The air was stale and musty, tinged with the scent of oil and rubber. The vibrations of the road beneath her reverberated through her body, a constant reminder of her captivity.
Eventually, the car came to a halt, and Mar’i braced herself as the trunk door creaked open, flooding the confined space with blinding light. Blinking rapidly, she squinted against the harsh glare, feeling the rejuvenating solar rays bathing her, a stark contrast to the cold darkness of her confinement.
Dr Wilkof loomed over her, his appearance now almost normal except for a slight pallor that hinted at something darker beneath the surface. He reached out, his hands enveloping her wrists, which were bound with withered rope. Thick, barbed vines extended from the sleeves of his coat, renewing her restraints and further draining what little power reserves she had left.
As he dragged her up out of the trunk, Mar’i found herself in the midst of a desolate car park, surrounded by nothing but empty space and the looming silhouette of a large hangar. She had nary a clue of where they were.
“It will be easier if you don’t struggle,” he said, his tone devoid of joy or malice, as if he were simply stating a fact. But Mar’i knew better than to trust his words.
As Wilkof led her towards the hangar, Mar’i stumbled along behind him, the vines around her wrists taut like a leash. She tried to reason with him, to appeal to the vestiges of his humanity buried beneath the madness that gripped him.
“You don’t have to do this,” she implored, unsure of how much of his humanity really remained. “The plant doesn’t have to control you.”
Wilkof's eyes gleamed with a haunted fervour as he shook his head, the vines’ grip tightening around Mar'i’s wrists. “I've sacrificed too much to stop now,” he muttered. Those words carried a strange quality,like they weren’t fully his. Maybe it was the plant talking, maybe they were words he had rehearsed to himself enough times for them to become hollow. “I won’t let it all be in vain.”
For a moment, Mar’i was left to wonder what he meant by that. Then she remembered what little she knew about him, and a shiver ran down her spine. (He had fed the rest of his team from the lab to the plant, a grim sacrifice to fuel his delusions of grandeur.*
“No one cared about mild-mannered Hunter Wilkof,” he continued, his voice cracking with bitterness. “The plant promised to make me someone special, to make me famous.”
Mar’i shook her head in disbelief as she continued to be lugged along. “The plant doesn’t speak,” she insisted with a rising urgency. “Its pheromones mess with your mind, make you see and hear things that aren’t there.”
But Wilkof brushed off her words with a scoff. “I don’t care,” he replied, his gaze fixed on the hangar ahead. “I fed the plant like I was told, but the fame never came. I let it eat the only thing I ever loved. But… nothing changed.”
Her heart yearned to find some way to free him of the plant’s clutches, to help him see the light, but she knew well what desperation could do to a person, if left unchecked. She knew how far someone could fall.
“Then I realised… I wasn’t meant for prizes and celebrity,” he continued, deranged. “That wasn’t what the plant had planned for us. It’s just like you said in your Tamaranean fairy tale, the Morning Eclipse and its legend. I knew we were meant for infamy, but just one plant and its keeper wouldn’t do the trick. We needed a bigger family.”
At this point, Hunter stopped, and the pair had finally reached the mouth of the hangar. Mar’i searched through the darkness, but was struggling to see straight at all thanks to the toxic, draining effect of her Morning Eclipse vine restraints.
Wilkof just stared into the darkness, and continued. “I tried taking cuttings, but no matter how much blood, meat or southern exposure I gave them… it wasn’t enough, and they wilted. It wouldn’t tell me why it wasn’t working, and all I knew was that the plant was from Tamaran,” he confessed, his voice growing hoarse with emotion. “So I went to look for Starfire, but she was in space. And then… then I found you. A hybrid like me.”
But throughout Hunter’s grim confession, Mar’i was still missing some important details. “How did you know the plant was from Tamaran?” She defied him, “It doesn’t have a mind of its own, so it couldn’t have told you.”
Hunter smiled. “I used to drive out into the countryside and just leave my car behind, go for these long walks to clear my head when city life got too much,” he explained, a shroud of something resembling peace slowly falling over him. “I always felt guilty for it, reasoning I should have been spending that time in the lab, looking for ways to help people. But this one day, a few years ago now, I realised it was all worth it.”
He then pulled a remote from his pocket and pressed a button at its centre. As the lights of the hangar flickered to life, they revealed a magnificent sight, something Mar’i immediately recognised as a First Class Vegan Star Cruiser - a Tamaranean space vessel from the shipyards of Okaara - resplendent in hues of silver and violet. The ship stood tall and proud, a beacon of extraterrestrial wonder amidst the mundane surroundings of the hangar. But why was it here? And how did Wilkof have it?
He gestured towards the ship with an odd gleam in his eyes. “Suddenly, and without warning, this spaceship came crashing down through the sky just a couple of miles away, out here, where it was just me there to see it,” he explained. “So I rushed over, I searched the wreckage… and that’s where I found it. It was only a sapling, a baby really, and it called out to me. I knew I needed to take it home, back to the lab, back for testing.”
Mar’i shook her head. How was he to have known back then that the plant was pulling his strings?
“I stashed the ship away, knowing its potential,” he confessed. “The ship’s computer confirmed its origins: Tamaran. Apparently it even used to belong to a princess named Komand’r.”
Mar’i's mind raced as she processed this revelation. Komand’r - also known as the tyrant queen Blackfire - was Koriand’r’s sister, and Mar’i’s aunt. Someone she had already come across early in her time in this universe. Then, just in time for him to answer it without her asking, Mar’i happened upon another awful question.
“I got some guys in to make repairs, and another guy to… basically hotwire the thing, before I fed them all to the plant. But the ship won’t fly without one final security measure,” continued Hunter, his gaze fixed on Mar’i. “A pilot with Tamaranean DNA.”
 
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Back in the lab, Dick, Artemis and Tim continued to put the pieces together, now sans Barry who had raced off to join Wally in combing the city for either Mar’i or the Morning Eclipse, not knowing that both were far from the city limits.
“Why Mar’i?” Dick demanded. “What does Wilkof want with her? Her Starbolts could be used to fuel the plant and its cuttings, but that’d only make a difference at night, when they can’t get sunlight for themselves.”
Artemis nodded in agreement. “Surely they can survive a night without sunlight,” she surmised. “So what else would he come to Mar’i for?”
“Could it be her DNA?” posed Tim. “Maybe he has a use for DNA from a Tamanrean.”
“What kind of uses?” asked Dick. It wouldn’t be that, but his mind once again returned to the cloning vats of Cadmus. “No, it’s not that.”
“Then what else could it be?” Artemis sighed, frustrated. All of this analysis, brainstorming and scheming, and they were no closer to finding the missing Titan.
Then, Dick’s face blanched with fear. “She knows the way,” he said simply, his voice barely above a whisper.
“The way to what?” asked Tim, his own anxiety rising.
“To Tamaran,” Dick replied with dread. “A place where the sun shines bright enough for a hundred Morning Eclipses.”
 
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In the dimly lit interior of what was once her aunt Komand'r's ship, Mar'i's heart raced with fear and uncertainty, now strapped into her seat beside the demented Dr Wilkof. The vessel, a marvel of Vega System technology, exuded an otherworldly aura, its sleek silver surfaces shimmering with an ethereal glow. Yet, to Mar'i, it felt more like a prison than a wonder.
She couldn't shake the sense of dread that gripped her. Tamaran, a place she once called home, now loomed before her as an unfamiliar and foreboding destination. She knew of the tumultuous history of this universe's Tamaran, the tales of military coups and the reign of the Orange Lantern Larfleeze, all of which added to her apprehension. The planet had hundreds of Morning Eclipses, but none had ever merged with a sapient vessel before. The killer plants were best survived by being completely ignored, which wouldn’t be possible with an intelligent host scheming and bringing the plants to their vulnerable prey. Could she inflict that threat on Tamaran?
Wilkof's jubilant smile did little to assuage her fears as he spoke. “When we reach the planet - with its gleaming sun - I’ll have everything I need. I'll create more Morning Eclipses, genetically superior ones, and they will bond with Tamaranean vessels to enhance their intelligence. And then there’ll be no more sacrifices, just feeding.”
Mar'i's stomach churned at the thought of being complicit in Wilkof's madness. But she also knew that she was in no position to bargain. And he knew it.
With a heavy heart and a sense of resignation, Mar'i steeled herself for the task ahead and the ship hummed to life around them, hurtling toward an uncertain destiny.
Then, as they quickly hit sonic speed, Hunter turned to his pilot and prisoner, keen to share a thought he hoped would bring her peace. “I want you to know… once we get to Tamaran, I’ll never have to return to Earth again. Don’t think about where we’re going, think about what we’re leaving behind. This is you saving planet Earth.”
 
 
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Hey guys I need you help finding this movie or short film that I can’t remember the name of. So basically I’m gonna put down everything I remember about it, it’s a really rainy night, there was a lighthouse, there’s a radio station and they have this show going on and the radio show host is know for being a nonbeliever is some sorts I forget if he was an atheist or didn’t believe in ghosts but the guy was an arrogant prick, they take a call and I forget if the caller was a real person or some entity and somehow all the people at the radio station end up dead and the talk show host dies last.

Hey guys I need you help finding this movie or short film that I can’t remember the name of. So basically I’m gonna put down everything I remember about it, it’s a really rainy night, there was a lighthouse, there’s a radio station and they have this show going on and the radio show host is know for being a nonbeliever is some sorts I forget if he was an atheist or didn’t believe in ghosts but the guy was an arrogant prick, and somehow all the people at the radio station end up dead and the talk show host dies last.

Heads up!! sorry if this is a rant about my situation but I gotta get some help/opinion about how do I go about my career. I was fresh out of Uni (with a Masters in Data Engineering) and I was hired by a Media Agency as a Data Scientist 9 months ago. Before this I was a Data Science working student at a SaaS company where I learnt a lot about Reinforcement Learning, Azure Cloud, DevOps processes etc. It felt like a huge step forward as it was the first time I was seeing such services used in prod. Coming back to the time I was hired into my full time position, the Data Team before I joined consisted of 8 people 2 Senior Data Scientists and 2 mid-level, a guy who was like a product manager kind of person never knew what he actually contributed and 3 analysts (Have 0 knowledge about BI tools or code) they just had to analyse simple social media data. I was hired as a Junior Data Scientist (After 3 of the Data Scientists were fired) and to my shock I saw that there was no data infrastructure setup, I mean they had no data infrastructure at all. The data scientists used to run their own stuff on the computers never used git. No code base of what they did to refer to. They would throw up ad-hoc tasks and we had to figure a way out to get data by ourselves and do some analytics on it, data was shared as excel sheets on teams. There was no collaboration or contribution. I was left to work with 1 senior data scientist who was completely demotivated as all the others were fired. I hated the way things worked and I took it as my sole responsibility to build the data infrastructure and try to gain some relevant experience for myself. My goal was to build a simple infrastructure that resembles an end to end data engineering workflow. I started with figuring out all the data requirements, built API's to get data where its available, scrapers to get data when its not there. They were not ready to give me resources for any cloud solutions, hence they had a storage server and I used that to host my PostgresDB. For the fun of it I wanted learn Kubernetes and so I just setup a kind cluster there, used airflow as a data orchestrator and ran ETL pipelines. Soon the other data scientist can on board and was motivated to work along with me, we built some nice dashboards and provided useful insights. This is when we actually got some validation from management that our team even exists. All this was done on the side as I had to solve some NLP tasks like topic clustering, sentiment analysis and crunching some numbers and plotting visualisations. I can just feel it that this is nothing compared to what others would be working on, as I was a fresher and I built all this with what I learnt and reading Joe Reis's book. Current stack: FastAPI, Airflow, pandas, looker studio, Tableau, k8s, Little bit of CI/CD, Redis, Postgres, Docker. I feel like after this there is nothing much to build up on. What can I do to gain more experience to land a better job or better myself as I feel like i'm plateauing right now. I see all this talk about Pyspark, RabbitMQ, Hive, snowlake, databricks etc., and I do not know what to do about it.
Any help or guidance would be great. Cheers!!

I found this novel through a YouTube story recap but this guy never posts the name of the novel he recaps, and most of the time I have to go to the comment to find other people who know the name, but nobody seems to know the name of this one, or at least they not sharing it.
Novel Description/Summary-
The main protagonist, Qin Chen picks up a Centurion Black credit card and awakens the Tiandao system that rewards him with both wealth and power as he completes tasks all while attending college to complete the main mission of the system. He was originally a poor student with no family background and upon getting this system that rewards him with both wealth and power, his whole demeanor changes to that of a big shot who can't be touched, and through completing these side quests he is given rewards like a first-class villa, or 100% shares of a fortune 500 company based in the US which results in the people of wall street trying to short the company to force him to sell it back to them because they can't accept the idea of a Chinese man owning an American company (It backfires bigtime!) he also was rewarded with level 4 martial arts abilities, which adds a cultivation aspect to the novel, and where the video stops is where he uses this Eclipse Yacht that he was rewarded to allow a friend to host a party in Magic City where he beats up some idiot young masters and shows them who the boss is, and then one of them who acts as if he is loyal tries to set him up by calling people to tell on him as well as call a woman in charge of a gambling house to siphon Qin Chen dry when Qin Chen offers his friend to win back a debt of 10 billion that he was scammed into taking through the people on this private gambling island, and once again shows his ability by winning back millions with only a starting capital of 100 dollars in chips that ultimately screwed over the slime ball who tried to trick Qin Chen into losing all his money and being forced to borrow just like the other guy.
Sorry for the long explanation, but I want to give as much detail as I can in hopes of finding someone who knows the name of the novel. I really want to continue where it left off from the video as the recapper hardly ever makes part 2 videos even when there are a plethora of chapters which is just stupid in my opinion.

I know almost nothing about DW or DW+ other than Ben can't seem to make his wife wet.
Ok, so facts:
1) Adam killed 20% of ACS ad $ in order to do this 'toon. Hence one must believe his team did the math and dropping Friday ACS was worth it to make whatever the fuck this thing is and it is not a vanity project.
2) Adam must be paying these people. Some of them surely must have an opportunity cost. Hence not doing it for free. And, I assume the acting union gets involved.
3) There is some Spain tax thing going on. Which is why a lot of the credits have spanish names.
4) DW+ paid for this and thought it'd generate $.
Now questions:
1) Who owns this? DW or Adam?
2) Any idea on what the tax thing is? And, doesn't that kind of fly in the face of DW's mission?
3) In other shows on DW+, do they put them out weekly or do a big drop like netflix?
4) Isn't this a headshot to your career in Hollywood?
5) Any idea how many episodes will be in season 1?
I hate that I spend more time thinking about this than the ACS idiots collectively did.
Ok, Adam has a huge podcart (maybe?). Easily reaches enough people that he can sell out 4 shows a weekend in nowhere, IN.
'toon takes a long time to make. In other words, Adam had a bunch of warning to pimp the ever-loving fuck out of this disaster.
Adam can reach a bunch of ears, so how about this for a marketing campaign that cost him nothing...? (why am I better at their jobs than they are?):
1) When a new episode comes out each week. Have a different actor on and do some highlights of the show and maybe some bits as them each in character. You know Adam "wrote" on JKL. Late night shows have been following this format for decades. It is why the star goes on. You know it is part of their contract to do the press tour and late nights. Yes, I know he kind of has people from the show on, but he could do so much more with it. This isn't a new idea. It is literally why the late night shows exist. Adam worked on JKL and talked about how he was a goto guest because JKL was too small potatoes for stars to come on and pimp their movies / shows. Adam knows how this works.
2) Have Lynch ::shudder:: write some Mr. B bits every show (he already does the opening). Adam does 5 min as Mr. B each show.
3) Once a month or so, have the entire cast on (even if some need to be remote) and do a 10-minute improv with everybody in character.
4) Have everybody do ads for the show. "Hi this is Rosenne. I play whatever the fuck she plays, Watch Mr. B on DW+ each sunday" then do a bit of freestyle comedy as the character.
5) Adam is on morning radio and "good morning " to pimp his books. Why haven't I heard him on DC101? Or seen him on Good Day DC? I'm sure people will claim due to the DW connection. No chance. They need content. I've watched a tour of Josh Brolin's personal writer's hut. It was on the level of Huel and the rocks. I've watched the weather guy take a paintball to the nuts. They will go get video of HS students running the mile. Adam would be a "get" for them.
Adam has a platform and an audience. He should be pimping the FUCK out of this show. Why isn't he. No chance he thinks it sucks (it does). He really must be this stupid and lazy.

If u think about it....jerma is essentially what u would call a tv or radio personality....or in this case a media personality on twitch. people tune in to listen to them talk and their dialogue and the interesting things they have to say, what they actually do is not of any particular importance,its just gives them some content to talk about or serve as an inspiration while they are doing it..... although it does contribute to the entertainment at the same time.
I'm pretty sure more than anything jerma enjoys being a personality..the greatest proof being some of the skits he put up, the elbertson family dinner for one thing,I'm pretty sure that's his real family, they have to be extremely familiar with one another to behave like that with each other for an hour and no way someone could have scripted a dinner conversation like that and even the best actors in the world could adlibbed such a scene.....u could tell right away something was fake or off,u can tell when some people are pretending to be someone they are not, Like the skit where people auditioned to be jerma.....u can tell it's a fake made up persona instantly...people just aren't creative enough to craft an entire persona and how they would act or think instinctively with great nuance it would take months of writing and carefully crafting and great imagination like Hannibal lecter from Westworld and hundreds of takes to act out hundreds of scenes that make up a one hour long dinner...and even then the movie persona is a part of the actors personality,Anthony Hopkins in Westworld can only act out roles that is like him or suits him. It's insane to think that u can get a bunch of random people to pretend to be ur family members without a script for an hour on such levels of familiarity and insanity yet so normal. It's crazy to think about it but that was probably his real family and brothers...but in some high level meta chess game he's pretending it's not But the most importing was that was one of the most insane comedy gold ever,
Being a personality ..is not just something they have done for nearly all their adult lives and it's part of who they are being entertainers to give it up is mind boggling it would literally be giving up their identities....like Cedric the entertainer or Dave Chappelle or that guy on family feud whose been clinging on to television since forever
There are many personalities that had incredibly long careers,for example David letterman has been hosting late night for nearly 35 years, bob parker the price is right also for 35 years,or Howard Stern also had a 4 decade long career and is still going,even people like Alex Jones has been on air since the 2000s..I used to be obsessed with Howard Stern and jon steward back in the late 2000s and early 2010s and binge watch or listen to years of episodes..the fact is people tune in to watch or listen to these people because they are entertaining personalities.
There is nothing stopping jerma from having a career as long as that, especially when considering he is still in his prime and peak of popularity,its not like he's dragging and beating a dead horse for years like dsp.
I'm sure jerma enjoys being a personality and would easily do it for decades given the appropriate format and also maybe audience.
I mean why would he quit jerma 985?I'm pretty sure part of it could be he's been doing this for so long....and a huge part of it is his audience, If it wasn't for the fact that most of the audience he attracts the last few years are young,and getting younger,but as a man approaching forty, no matter how young and childish jerma acts sometimes which is part of his appeal to the younger kids and connects him to them,there is alienation and disconnect not only generational and cultural difference but young people talk very differently,like very young people,and think and act very differently,while jerma is just an tired old man and old soul inside..as old as asmongold exterior already looks...I don't envy him imagine being an old man already in ur late twenties or thirties and having to deal with a bunch of teens and early mid twenties in chat, not to mention the generational conflict in thinking and styles of logic not saying jerma is the eptiome of logic but he is an example of a thirty something year old male.interacting with such a chat and a certain level of toxicity for years on end can wear u down psychologically and mentally.
If he had the right platform and format of content and maybe a slightly different audience, slightly older and more matured like jon steward tonight show or Howard Stern back in the 2000s maybe jerma could have chugged on for a while more.

sorry for novel i wrote- i get carried away sometimes. if you do read this, thank you
So i’ve known that i have DID ever since working with my therapist and getting diagnosed by her late 2023. I have all of the symptoms, amnesia, others in my head with different preferences, being blurry, derealization and depersonalization, etc. (i’m seriously dumbing down the entire plethora of symptoms but you guys get the point)
but sometimes i read other system’s experiences and i feel a little out of place. like i don’t fit in because i can’t fully relate. i think it’s mostly insecurity about us not being a “real” system (although obviously there’s no guidelines on how to be the perfect system), and it makes me feel like i’m an outcast? that’s not the right word im looking for but it’s a similar feeling.
i have parts/alters/headmates/buddies- whatever you want to call them. but i don’t have fictives, i thought i didn’t have gatekeepers for a while and when they come out in therapy to talk we feel like we’re faking because it feels like i (current host) is partially conscious for it, but immediately after the session and we switch back to me being in control, i don’t remember the parts of the session with the gatekeepers, and then the rest of the week we just remember little bits and pieces.
i feel like there are lots of little tiny instances of things occurring that are so nuanced, no one else in the DID/OSDD community could relate to, although i know we’re just psyching ourselves out about it.
i don’t fully understand how two alters (or more) could be in a relationship with each other if they’re in the same body. i don’t think it’s wrong at all, but since i haven’t experienced it i don’t understand it no matter how many posts i look at to have it explained. same thing with fictives. i know what they are, and how an alter like that can manifest, but i don’t understand how a fictive couldn’t understand that they’re not in the universe their source material is from- again, because i haven’t experienced it myself.
i see some systems who have alters that are stuck in time- like 2014 or 1999, and end up coming back from dormancy, and get freaked out. i only had that happen once, but it wasn’t time related- we had an episode of thinking nothing was real and was traumatized by it since it was drug induced. i can’t compute how an alter might be completely unaware of something, or only “come to” after years and think it’s still the same year they left. everyone in my system (as far as i’m aware, some parts have decided not to come out yet) knows what’s up, what year we’re in, and the base-line important stuff like our age, name, state we live in, who the president is, etc. it’s just the little things that slip by some of the alters, like a conversation they had when i wasn’t fronting and i come back to the same person and i’m like “what?? i don’t remember that…” even when alters hide things from others, unless it’s a traumatic event or something like that. aside from my gatekeepers which i learned existed recently, there isn’t much we all don’t know has happened. in a academic way, it’s really fascinating, but as a person who sees others in the community experience it- it’s wild in a “wow that can happen?? what if that happens to us?!?!”
maybe it’s because we’re still so new to this and are still working on getting our entire system just stable as a baseline, that we’re just over all uncomfortable being aware we’re all here. as the host, sometimes it’s so alien to remember that i’m not alone up there, but everyone up their is “technically” still me, because they’re just fragments of my ego states. we still have trouble asking for someone to front or even respond, when other times it’s like 40 radios on different stations chattering all up in our head. sometimes we don’t even know if someone is co-fronting with me (host) or if it’s just me, OR if we’re blurry. it feels so muddy all the time and fluid that we can’t tell what’s going on half the time.
i write a lot, so i’ll end this little ramble here, but i guess i feel lost about our own symptoms and confused about when other systems we see “out in the wild” experience things we never have. i don’t necessarily feel less-than, but it feels like we’re just… not right? sorry, alexithymia makes it hard to properly describe our feelings and thoughts. feeling very jumbled at the moment.
for those who are further along in treatment and stabilizing your system, is it like this forever? are we always going to be like a paint palette that someone decided to mash all the colors together- not knowing what color is which or where it started? we’re very confused and almost embarrassed that we aren’t experiencing similar things to other systems while also afraid what we do experience is strange or out of the ordinary…

Wonder Women

Issue Fifty
Written by u/VoidKiller826
Edited by u/Predaplant
Arc: Revelations
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Greetings, people of Gateway City. This is your new peacekeeper speaking. You might know me as the White Magician, a rather crude name, but I will accept it considering Man’s World's lack of creativity. However, you may also call me Circe, and I am here with an important message that your news station will deliver for all to hear.
SCYTHE is no more: their HQ is under my and the Red Centipedes’ command. The Commander and his soldiers are dead and buried, as you all wished to happen. I was more than happy to oblige you if it meant depriving your stupid President of her next chance for reelection. Any survivors of the prison break are being hunted down by the people they locked in cages, who are more than happy to round them up as they once had been themselves.
But none of that’s important, for this recording is only to be heard by one person: Olympos, Wonder Girl, or whatever the fuck new title name you want to be called. This message is for you: You are to surrender yourself to me here in SCYTHE HQ in the next five hours, and in turn, I will not destroy this piss-end of a city. If you fail, I promise you, I will make Coast City look like a picnic by the time I finish with Gateway.
That cow you call Wonder Woman is dead, and I will make sure everyone else will follow her if you don’t comply with my request.
Your mentor learned a valuable lesson when she tested my patience.
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Spears Apartment - Gateway City:
[...President Cale has announced the complete closure of all access to Gateway City following the prison break that occurred in SCYTHE’s holding facility hours ago,] said Cassandra Arnold from GateNews, the city’s main news station. [We still have an unconfirmed number of escapees following the message sent by the White Magician, but the President has assured GateNews a solution will be found.]
Vanessa Kapatelis watched the TV in dismay. Pacing back and forth in the Spears duplex apartment, she had the TV on to pass the time while Ares worked on helping Helena and Cassandra upstairs.
“Here,” Vanessa turned away from the TV to see Tanya Spears handing her a bottle of water. “Something for you to drink.”
“Thank you,” Vanessa accepted the bottle. “I would prefer a beer, but this will make do.”
“My mom has her wine collection in a locked cabinet,” Tanya noted, pointing at the kitchen. “She doesn’t know that I know that, but I can get you a bottle?”
Vanessa chuckled. “Thanks, but I don’t want a girl your age to be walking around with alcohol or to get you in trouble with your mom.” She twisted the bottle cap and slowly drank. “I needed that… it feels like I’ve been dry for months.”
“It’s actually been 3 hours,” Tanya said, sitting on the sofa and opening her tablet to look over the internet. “I hope what she said wasn’t true… about Wonder Woman not being around…”
Taking a seat by her side, Vanessa saw that Tanya was reading through the report on what happened to SCYTHE. The escaped convicts had taken control of the SCYTHE headquarters and equipment after killing many of the agents that had stood in their way.
Seeing the photo of SCYTHE HQ burning angered her. That place should represent the absolute shield of Gateway. Now, it had come under the control of the convicts that they were supposed to stop because of Aeeta Branwen. A name that had made her happy now belonged to a stranger who had lied to her all this time.
Memories of their most intimate moments came flooding back: their first conversation, their first date, their kiss, and the morning after their date in her apartment. It was a moment when she thought she could finally stop grieving and move on from what happened to Coast City. And now, that had been disintegrated into oblivion.
In anger, she crushed the bottle with her hand, spraying water all over the table and the floor.
“Shit!” Vanessa stood up, finally realizing her mistake. “I am sorry!”
“Oh, it's fine!” Tanya ran to the kitchen to grab some paper towels. “It’s just water.”
“I know it’s just…” Taking the paper towel, the two began wiping the floor and the table. “I have a lot on my mind.”
“I’ll bet with everything that happened,” said Tanya, giving Vanessa a supportive smile. “Your friends are getting hurt, and you can’t do anything but watch. It would piss anyone off. I know it did with me when the RedCent guys invaded EE Tower.”
“Yeah…” Vanessa sat back on the sofa. “But this… I not only possibly lost many friends, but I was betrayed by someone I loved, someone who I thought was the one for me…” she said, distraught, as tears ran down her face.
Tanya, without saying anything more, hugged Vanessa closely. Despite them knowing each other for only a few hours, Tanya knew that Vanessa was in pain. Watching her loved ones being hurt by someone that she trusted must have been a hard truth to accept.
The doors upstairs opening and closing caught the two’s attention. Looking up, they saw Somya Spears descending, looking exhausted, like she had gone ten rounds in the ring. As she reached the ground floor, Tanya ran up to her mother, hugged her close, and guided her to the nearest chair to rest.
“Is everything alright, mom?” Tanya asked, worried.
“Yeah… just felt that I might take that long overdue vacation…” Somya answered, leaning against the soft chair with a tired sigh. “Maybe we’ll go to Paris like you wanted, Tanya…”
More steps followed, and Ares, or Mars as he insisted to be called, followed Somya, pulling his folded-up sleeves back. Unlike Somya, he didn’t seem any different from when he went upstairs to help the Sandsmarks, but the few strands of hair on his face told a different story.
“How are they?” Vanessa asked, walking up to the former God of War. “Are they ok?”
Ares turned to Vanessa. “The girl has a lot of heart, far too stubborn to let a beating keep her down.” He said with praise, impressed with the former Wonder Girl’s willpower. “Her Sumerian blood will help her heal in only a few days, but it won’t help her mental wounds after I told her the news about her mother.”
Vanessa had a lot of questions about what he had said, especially the word Sumerian; perhaps Cassie was not simply half-Olympian. However, she focused on the most important detail in his explanation. “What happened with Helena?” She asked in a worried tone. “Is she-”
“She is alive,” Ares said, but his expression shifted, frowning, making her nervous. “Physically, she will recover, she has only a few cuts and bruises. Even a human like her can heal those.”
“But?”
“But it's the spell Circe struck her with. It is unlike anything I’ve seen because it is of her creation,” Ares explained, and Vanessa ground her teeth together when she heard the name belonging to the stranger who hurt her and her loved ones. “Whatever she used, it is affecting her very soul, slowly killing her.”
“Like a virus?” Vanessa asked, and Ares nodded. “Magic can do that?”
“It does,” Ares answered. “Magic can create a nuclear bomb if the user has the patience for it. And Circe is a master at it, one of the very best and most gifted witches on the planet, so making something like this would be as easy as making a cake for her.”
Magic had never been SCYTHE’s priority, but the Commander still made them study anything related to the subject in case they had to face it. Vanessa had never expected to see it at this scale.
“Can you break it?” Vanessa asked. “Find a way to break the curse from Helena’s soul?”
Ares took a deep breath, pocketing his hands. “It’s too complex to break. I will admit Magic is not my strongest suit, but even if you bring in someone knowledgeable, it would be a while for them to break her creation,” he explained. “You need someone at her level of knowledge when it comes to magic, and I am not the best person to face her in that department.”
“Then we call for a specialist, anyone, really,” Vanessa said in desperation. “If this is like a virus, a curse, then we bring a surgeon to cut it out! Maybe Cassie can use her Justice Legion connection, or maybe you can call someone for a favor.”
Vanessa's desperation was clear. She was willing to call for the Justice Legion, the very people she swore to go against for their vigilantism, if it meant saving Helena Sandsmark, her promise be damned.
“The spell is growing far too rapidly. By the time you find someone, it will be far too late,” Ares said solemnly. “The only person in the world who can break the spell without any problem or fear of failsafe is Hecate, the Goddess of Magic. She was Circe’s mentor, and she taught her everything she could about magic. No matter how complex it is, Hecate would understand it.”
“She can help us?”
Ares shook his head. “No, she has no interest in helping the world unless it is connected to her directly, and even then, dealing with her is the worst-case scenario because there is a chance she’ll side with Circe before she even thinks of helping us.”
“So what now?” Vanessa asked, sounding defeated. “Just let Helena die? Let Cassie suffer? Let Circe win?!” she shouted angrily, finally addressing Circe by name. All of this explanation from Ares told her one thing: that the Witch had them beat, and they couldn’t do anything about it.
Ares didn’t react to her outburst, while the Spears looked worried. Tanya, for her part, tried to walk up to calm Vanessa, but the War God raised his hand to stop her, shaking his head and giving her the silent sign to let Vanessa be.
“There is one way: it will be quicker if we act fast enough, but it would take everything from all of us for it to happen,” Ares said, beginning his explanation. “There is a chain link connecting the spell, from the spell caster to Circe. This means it can be broken if we force Circe to release the chain connecting her to Helena…” he explained, letting his words be understood by the occupants in the room before finishing with one last note. “Killing Circe would also break the binding if she didn’t leave any contingencies.”
Vanessa gritted her teeth. “So we have to make her break the spell, and hopefully she doesn’t screw us over… or we kill her, and hopefully she still doesn’t screw us over even in death?” she asked, and Ares nodded. “What kind of person is willing to put in all that work? Just for revenge? On Diana, who is long gone?”
Ares shrugged and turned to the Spears, his gaze focused on Tanya, his daughter. Someone whom he never thought he would meet again was facing him, without knowledge of their blood relations.
“Possibly,” Ares answered, taking a step back. “But if there is one thing I know for sure, Circe does not put these kinds of bindings without any reason. Whatever that reason is involves Cassandra Sandsmark and whether she will choose to make Circe break the spell or kill her, tainting her forever.”
Silence came to the room, letting Ares’s words sink in for all occupants, which might have been the same words he said to the Sandsmarks.
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The room of Somya Spears was quiet, with the only sound being the breathing of Helena Sandsmark lying on the bed sleeping. The room was spacious, with an expensive queen-sized bed as expected from an interim CEO of one the largest companies in the world.
Seated a few feet away on a chair was Cassandra Sandsmark, dressed in fresh clothes given to her by Somya after throwing off the bloody tattered ones she had arrived in. Watching her mother closely, Cassandra’s mind was racing, especially after what Ares told her about the curse Circe placed on her mother, slowly destroying her soul bit by bit until she was nothing but a husk.
“Dammit!” In anger at their situation, she crushed the armchair, tearing its arm off like it was made of paper. If she was stronger, faster, and had the heart for it, she would have stopped the Witch, stopped her from hurting her city, the people of SCYTHE, and those caught in the crossfire, stopped her from hurting her mother…
She buried her face into her hands, tears running down her eyes as she despaired. Everything she worked on after Coast City evaporated was ground up under a very powerful enemy out for revenge.
Considering Circe’s ultimatum, her city could well be gone by the time this was over.
“Artemis… please be safe…” she whispered. She had nearly had a panic attack when she heard the news of the Amazon heading to SCYTHE HQ to stop the prison break, and then… nothing. No matter how many times she dialed her phone, there was no one answering, and she feared for the worst.
She heard her mother coughing, and Cassandra was quickly by her side. “Mom!” she called for her, holding her hand.
“Cassandra?...” Her mother said her name weakly. Her skin was becoming paler, a clear sign that the curse spell was working. “Are you… ok?”
“I’m fine, Mom,” Cassandra answered, covering the bandages hidden inside her clothes. “We’re safe. You’re safe.” she said, tightening both her hands around her mothers.
“Did you… break something?” She asked, looking at the chair behind her. “You shouldn’t be… doing that… we are guests…”
Cassandra laughed, her tears falling away. “Sorry… it’s just… it’s been a hell of a week…”
Helena touched her daughter’s cheek, noticing the bandage on it. “You’re… hurt…”
“It’s alright, Mom. Just a few bruises,” Cassandra assured. “You shouldn’t worry, you know I can take it…”
“I am your… mother, Cassandra,” Helena said, facing her daughter. “Demi-God or not… I will always be worried… scared for my little girl.”
Cassandra’s tears came back. Seeing her mother remain strong despite everything made her happy, and she was terrified of losing her.
“So… my soul is cursed?” Helena asked.
“You heard all that?”
“Can’t not… with all the swearing…” Helena noted, giving her daughter a small smile. “You shouldn’t swear at people, Cassandra, especially those who are trying to help.”
“I know, I know,” Cassandra said. She had gone off on Ares after he explained what happened to her mother, and she might have overreacted when she put all her anger on the former War God. “It’s just… I don’t want to lose you… not while we can fix this.”
Helena sat up on her bed, fully facing her daughter. “Which is why… I don’t want you to make the wrong choice.”
“I won’t,” Cassandra said with a low tone. “I will make Circe free you from this curse-”
“No, Cassandra,” Helena grabbed both of Cassandra’s hands with hers. “That is not what I meant…”
Cassandra raised her brows, confused. “Mom?”
“I heard everything… from Circe’s spell… how it works… and how it can be broken…” Helena said, shocking Cassandra. “I know you already decided what you feel you have to do.”
Cassandra didn’t answer, avoiding her mother’s disapproving gaze accusing her. Ares said the quickest way to break the binding and the spell was either by forcing Circe to break it herself or by killing her, severing the connection.
But if what Circe said was true, that Diana decided to kill her instead of making her surrender like everyone else who faced her, that means there was no chance the Witch would submit willingly. She would rather die than give the satisfaction of admitting defeat.
Which left only one solution where she could save her mother.
Helena sighed, knowing what decision her daughter might have made. She held her hand tightly and changed the subject. “I have to tell you something…”
“No, mom. You’re not giving me the ‘Dying Speech’, not while there is a chance we can save you-”
“It’s about your father,” Helena cut her off, shutting Cassandra up. “Your real father…”
Cassandra remembered Circe calling her Daughter of Enlil, not Zeus. Ares said he was a friend of her father, which confused her because Ares hated Zeus, so it wouldn’t make sense that he would help out even if they were his siblings.
“Enlil…” Cassandra said the name aloud, and Helena’s eyes widened, her breath hitching when she heard the name. “Circe… she called me Daughter of Enlil… Child of the Sky...”
Helena took a deep breath, bringing her daughter closer. “Yes… that is true…” she began. “You are not Zeus’s daughter, Cassandra, nor you are an Olympian in any way… but you are in fact… Sumerian… Mesopotamian,” The elder Sandsmark brought her youngest closer and spoke carefully, as if worried that someone might hear them. “Your father is Enlil, the Sumerian God of Wind… and he was the kindest man I have ever known…”
From then on, Helena explained Cassandra’s origins as carefully as possible, pushing on even while the spell affected her. She explained how she met Enlil, a man with golden hair similar to Cassandra’s, who introduced himself as an expert in Mesopotamian history during an expedition in Iraq. They had become rivals at first due to their clashing personalities, but how that developed into respect, to eventually falling in love after a very lengthy adventure that sounded like the plot of The Mummy.
And that love resulted in Cassandra’s birth. He helped raise her with Helena for the first year and a half before he disappeared because he had Olympian enemies and had to leave them to keep them safe.
While she explained all this, Cassandra’s mind went to another piece of critical information. Her father’s true identity had never been the most important thing for her. But what made it important was what Circe told her about Diana’s true reason for coming to Gateway City. It wasn’t just settling in a ‘piss-end of a city’ the more she taught about it, the more she realized the terrifying truth behind her mentor’s reasoning for coming to the city.
Diana was sent to find Cassandra, a Sumerian Demi-God, the Olympians greatest enemy since the Titans, and eliminate her. The prophecy of the Godkiller that they had feared might have come from Cassandra, but all it did was start a long, personal, and bloody war between two women because of the gods' demands for blood.
And now, she, Artemis, and Gateway City suffered the consequences. Even after Diana’s death, Circe would not let her hatred for what had happened to her go, and if it meant destroying her mentor’s legacy, she would do it.
‘Diana…’ Cassandra thought in sadness.
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SCYTHE Sub Base - Industrial District:
“I am not sure how you were able to do it, but you somehow found an ever more depressing place than that HQ of yours. It makes the cell you put us in look like a five-star hotel room,” said one Pamela Isley, formerly Poison Ivy, seated in the middle of a large room behind a large table. Around her were what was left of the SCYTHE agents they had saved during the escape, all working to get the makeshift base they had hidden up and running.
Alexei Abramovici, the Bloodcrow of SCYTHE, glared at the former supervillain, not happy with her comment. He turned to one of his men and began barking orders, “You! Get the goddamn Black Room working! We are running blind here!”
‘Worker drones even without their Commander.’ Pamela looked on unimpressed at the agents. She had never been that sympathetic to the plight of cops getting killed, especially militarized ones. The once mighty and feared peacekeepers of Gateway, who went to war against all the crime syndicates and the Red Centipedes, were now a mere little squad that won’t be able to protect a mini-mart, let alone every escaped convict under the command of the White Magician.
“Man… the signal here sucks!” complained Miguel Barragan by her side, raising his phone and trying to catch any kind of signal. “Could barely talk to my boyfriend when I called him, and can’t connect to the internet,” he complained. He tried once again to call but he couldn’t find a signal. “Useless brick…”
“We are underground in a bunker previously owned by Neo-Nazis, Barragan,” Pamela noted. From what she had heard, this used to be an old RedCent hideout that SCYTHE took over after the war, using it as a smaller base in case of emergency. “Not receiving any signal is part of the appeal of the place.”
“Bunker, huh…” Miguel chuckled. The name Bunker reminded him of the super name that he picked out; the more time passed, the more convinced he was that it was the right one.
Pamela gave a confused look at his expression and shrugged it off. Turning to her right, she saw the silent Emily Sung staring off into the distance. Unlike Barragan, Emily had other matters on her mind. Whatever she sensed or saw back at SCYTHE HQ freaked her out, like seeing something she shouldn’t.
Just as Pamela was about to ask her how she was feeling, a knock on the large blast doors echoed around the base, loud enough for all to hear. Quickly, everyone felt tense, and the SCYTHE agents covered the door as Alexei signaled them to aim their weapons. After the news of the escaped convicts taking control of SCYTHE HQ and their equipment and weaponry, the agents knew that they were being haunted now by the convicts looking for revenge, so they were not taking any chances.
“Would you mind opening the door!” A familiar voice said behind the door, a voice Pamela recognized right away. “I have a bloody Amazon here, and I would like her off my fur!”
“Barbara?” Pamela realized.
“Minerva? As in the Cheetah?” Alexei asked, eyes narrowed with suspicion. “She could be working with them, with the White Magician.”
“She isn’t,” Pamela answered, glaring at the SCYTHE soldier for the accusation. “She would never ally with the psychos you had under lock and key.”
Alexei scoffed. “That woman got a cemetery filled with people who say otherwise, and she hurt the mother of someone I know.”
Before the two could argue, Miguel stood up and decided to take action. He extended his hand, forming a large arm construct from it, and grabbed the handle of the blast door. With one pull, he opened it wide. Barbara entered. Her feline form made some of the SCYTHE agents tense, and weapons were still trained on her.
“Quite the welcoming committee…” she noted in sarcasm. “Now, would you be dears and get this woman some help?” She adjusted the unconscious and bloody Artemis on her back. Her blood covered Barbara’s fur.
“Medic!” Alexei called for an agent nearby before turning to Miguel. “And you, don’t use your freaky powers until I order you to do so.”
“Sorry tin man, I don’t speak fascist,” Miguel responded with a smirk, and Alexei glared at him.
The medic quickly came to Barbara and guided her to a nearby makeshift hospital room, which had a bed and various equipment to help the SCYTHE wounded. Barbara went in haste, and gently, with the help of the medic, they placed the injured Amazon on the bed, her blood soaking the white sheets red.
“How the hell did you even find us?” Alexei asked as he and the others entered. “I made sure I covered all our steps.”
“You did,” Barbara noted, stepping back to let the medic check on Artemis. She turned to Alexei and pointed at her nose. “But one of you has a very special pheromone that I can smell for miles,” she said with a smile as she turned her gaze to Pamela. “Still with those rose scents around you.”
The redhead smiled. “Maybe it’s that mark you left on me.”
“More than you think, Pammy.”
“Christ…” the medic gasped, catching everyone’s attention. “How is she still alive? And how long has she been like this?” He asked, examining the injured Amazon.
Her armor was wholly wrecked, beyond repair. Her headpiece was half broken, and the gauntlets and braces on her arms and legs were dented and unusable. Her injuries were severe: open wounds, slash marks, and burn marks were all over her body, and judging from blows on her armor, she might have had a few broken bones as well.
“Didn’t bother to look at the time with some of the grunts that were sent after us,” Barbara answered, leaning on a nearby chair as fatigue finally set in for her. “But these Amazons are too stubborn to die, and I know that from experience…”
The number of times Barbara thought she had beaten Diana only for the Amazon to get back up and beat her back was many, and it frustrated the woman to no end, but now she couldn’t help but be in awe at the resilience of these warriors.
“Her Amazon gifts will heal her,” Barbara noted. “But I am not sure how long it will take…”
“I doubt it will take more than a few days at least…” the medic noted, bringing out some bandages and wrapping them around her arms. “She will need a miracle to even walk out of here on her own two feet.”
“Uhmm…” Everyone in the room turned to Emily Sung, who stood by the doorway. “I… I think I can help her heal faster.”
Barbara and the medic gave her an odd look. To better explain it, Emily brought her hands together, and a small flame began to form from her palm. However, they weren’t bright orange flames; they were blue flames, and they didn’t feel any heat from them.
“I developed this technique while training,” said Emily. “It's a fire spell that doesn’t burn, but it heals people. I first used it on Miguel when he hurt his hands, and it was instantaneous,” she explained, and Miguel showed his fully healed hand as if he was demonstrating it. “But this will be the first time I will heal someone with this severe of injuries…”
Pamela and Barbara looked at the blue flames with wide eyes. In Pamela’s case, she was told that Emily had powers, and from Miguel’s description, she had the power of all the elements. However, seeing it firsthand and feeling it from just that tiny flame made her sense there was power behind it, warmth, like the sun.
“Do it,” Barbara said, taking a step back. “At this point, if we need magic to get her back into the fight, we better get to it before we lose her for real.” She turned to the shocked medic. This was the first time he would ever see magic in play. “And you, guide her in whatever wounds need to be healed.”
The medic nodded. It was better than nothing. With his guidance and Miguel’s support by her side, Emily went to work to heal Wonder Woman, who was in a state of life and death if they didn’t work fast enough, all while Circe and her crew were out there terrorizing the city.
“What’s the news out there?” Alexei asked after the three left the infirmary room. “We are in the dark here, and I couldn’t radio in anyone with the pieces of junk we got. Not even my brother, who was trying to get as many agents as possible.”
“Brother?” Barbara asked before she realized who his brother was. Her expression became solemn. She remembered the Warhammer who stayed behind to slow Circe and her crew, giving Barbara a chance to escape with Artemis on her back. “The guy with the Hammer…”
Alexei furrowed his brows, noticing the change in her expression. “What happened to my brother?”
Barbara took a deep breath and began explaining everything that had happened: the White Magician’s true identity, her taking over SCYTHE HQ, her ultimatum to Wonder Girl, and finally, Anatoly Abromivici’s sacrifice to save them.
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Somewhere in Gateway…
With the loss of SCYTHE and their headquarters, the surviving agents didn’t have the necessary support from the intel agents in the Black Room to fight off against the newly revived Red Centipedes, now grown more powerful with the help of the escaped convicts, more than happy to exact revenge.
With the bridges closed off, SCYTHE’s weakened state, and Wonder Woman being presumed dead, the city had been thrown into chaos. Streets filled with criminals and looters taking full advantage of what had happened, stealing anything from everyone across the island.
Red Centipedes roamed the streets with military trucks, taken from SCYTHE after their HQ had fallen to the White Magician’s control, making full use of their hardware to hunt down any surviving agent, delivering the message that they were the new peacekeepers of Gateway.
“Let me go!”
A woman, a worker from Taco Whiz, was being dragged from the streets by a group of RedCent grunts. Taken into a nearby corner, the RedCent dropped the worker on the dirty ground. Their eyes had terrible intentions behind them.
“Come on, man,” one RedCent grunt said from behind to his buddy. “We are supposed to find those SCYTHE fuckers, not mess around.”
“You’re serious?” The buddy looked at his friend like he was crazy. “We’ve been locked for months in SCYTHE’s cells; we can have a few minutes of fun.”
“Please! Don’t do this!” The woman screamed, tears falling from her eyes, afraid of what they would do to her. She tried to stand up and run away but was quickly pushed back down on the pavement.
The RedCent approached the woman, who crawled away from them in fear. “Come on, girl, I just need to release all this stress after being locked up for so long!” He proclaimed, giving the woman a leery look before turning to his buddy. “Hey man, I can share! Maybe we can get someone else from the street-”
The RedCent stopped speaking, catching his breath for a moment after he saw his buddy lying on the ground face first, knocked out cold. Looking up, his eyes widened in shock when he saw the person standing before him. “You’re… you were supposed to be dead?!”
Covered in heavy bandages and wrecked NIGHT armor, and carrying a mace in his hand and a pissed-off look on his face, Commander Hector Hall stood before the RedCent grunt like a dark spectre coming back to life. Kicking the knocked-out buddy aside, the Commander looked between the grunt and the terrified woman before he hardened his glare at the RedCent.
“Stay back!” The RedCent grunt aimed his weapon, hands shaking in fear. “I said stay the fuck back-”
In a moment, Hall moved at such a speed he looked like a blur, cutting the distance between the two. With one swing of his mace, he smacked him squarely on the head, sending him to the ground.
Hall turned to the woman he saved, who looked at him in horror. “Go… get to safety…”
Without another word, the woman ran toward the exit and into the streets, away from the alley. Now alone with the two RedCents, Hall grabbed the knocked-out buddy and woke him up, making the man see the bandaged-up Hall looking down at him with hateful eyes.
“You… I want you to send your boss a message…” Hall began, making him face the Commander. “Tell the White Magician, Circe, that I am declaring war on her and on anyone who stands by her side.” He turned and walked up to the other grunt, who was crawling away from the Commander in fear, grabbing his bleeding head. He begged for his life, but Hall ignored his pleas. “And this, this is for my men that you Centipedes have killed…”
He lifted his bloody mace and brought it down like a hammer on the begging Red Centipede as his buddy looked on in horror. He lifted it up once more to reveal the man’s head was crushed like a watermelon.
Commander Hector Hall was still alive, and as long as he was still breathing, SCYTHE would remain standing to fight against all threats against Gateway City.
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Wonder Women Vol 3.

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