Hello everyone,
I've had this concept cooking in the back of my head for a while, and recent circumstances have left me with a lot of free time. I want to make a VR app, but I've never attempted much coding aside from Python. I don't want to spoil too much, but this project centers heavily around music and interior design. I'd like to make it possible to decorate a space and listen to music in a special way through your VR device.
What tools might I want to make this possible? I've considered Unity and UE but I know next to nothing about development. Should I learn Blender? Would I need any other specific tools? Where can I learn more about what I might need to do?
Thanks!

Hey everyone! I back again with some more funny shenanigans with our good pals Lerson and Silversmith. Thank you all for the great feedback for the last chapter, it really made my day. I'm excited to hear what you all think about this next one. Hope you all enjoy!
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Memory Transcription Subject: Lerson, Undercover Farsul Date [standardized human time]: October 24, 2136
How did I get here? Just yesterday I was running for my life through the forest on this backwater planet and now I am sitting in the back of a vehicle with a predator, who thinks that I am some kind of hunting beast. Well… what do I do now?
The first part of my plan went off without a hitch. The simple minded predators had not realized I was not one of their slave beasts, so they released me from their holding pens. However, I am now trapped in a car right alongside my new predatory master.
Maybe I could try to take it down. It doesn’t seem particularly dexterous at least compared to the other predators I have seen. It is not looking at me now, so I would have the upper hand, but it is nearly twice my size. I will probably have to hold out for a little bit longer before I make my move.
I am suddenly pulled from my thoughts when the predator in the front seat begins to growl, “Car, can you bring me to the pet store, please?”
‘Pet Store,’ what is that? My translator says that it is a place for the sale of animals. Is it going to sell me already? Maybe I am just being sent to my new prison. My heart races as I watch the vehicle begin to slow down and come to a stop in front of the building. The elderly predator gets out of the vehicle and walks around to the door next to me. Oh no! This isn’t part of the plan. I thought I was finally out of that place, but now I am just about to get locked up again. The door opens.
“Okay bud, we’re gonna get you some things,” it said. Huh. I am not getting sold? The predator grabbed the end of the rope around my neck and beckoned me out of the vehicle. I chose to oblige and we slowly made our way towards the nearby building.
It was a small structure that looked like it was in disrepair. It makes sense that the predators would not upkeep their buildings all they care about is killing and eating. I was surprised to find that they even have buildings to begin with.
The old one pushed the door open, which produced a soft jingle as we walked in. First thing I noticed was the intense smell. It was almost overwhelming with how many different scents there were. Looking around the aisles of the shop were very narrow and the shelves were packed with different items. “Um, so the lady at the shelter suggested that I get food, bowls, a bed, and… I don’t really remember what else. That’s probably fine to begin with, we can always come back later.”
We walked down one of the narrow aisles, which had dozens of bags of ‘kibble.’ My translator says it is “ground meal shaped into pellets, especially for pet food.” That does not sound very appetizing. The predator stops and starts looking through the different options. I also start to look around. The bag nearest to me has an ingredients list. Luckily I opted for the built in visual translator. Scanning the ingredients it contains mostly different grains and other fillers, which is surprising from predator food, but it also lists ‘animal byproducts’ which sounds horrifying. I guess whatever the Terrans do not end up eating gets tossed to the lesser predators.
“Let’s get this one. It says it’s for ‘senior’ dogs. Ha! That’s something we’ve go in common”
Really?! Do I look that old to everyone? By the Tenants, maybe I need to dye my fur after I get out of this mess. We continued going around the store picking up items until we got to the counter near the front.
Speaking to the predator behind the counter my ‘master’ says, “Good afternoon Bobby. How’s everything going?”
The young predator behind the counter responds, “Not too great, Mr. Silversmith.”
“Oh. I spose that was a bad question to ask, sorry.”
“It's okay sir, there is just a lot going on. I’m glad that my parents and I are all fine, being out here in the country, but my brother works in the city and we still don’t know if he’s alright.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. I hope for the best.”
“Thank you. Now what can I do for you?”
“Oh I’m just buying some supplies for old Buddy over here,” he gestures down to me.
The clerk looks over the counter towards me, “Uh… Mr. Silversmith…” The old predator cuts him off, “I know he aint the best lookin’, but can’t say much about myself either, so I don’t need to hear it.”
“Sure… Well… let me ring that all up for you then.”
Spekh! That one has to know, right? Perhaps these predators are not as dense as I thought and the one I got is just really stupid. Well at least that helps my plan, but I will still have to be careful around other Terrans.
The old one finishes paying and we head back down to the vehicle and it drives off. After about [~34 minutes] we reach what I think is the elderly predator's den.
It is at the end of a very long dirt roadway, tucked among the trees, that I see the structure. Just like the pet shop it is a small building made out of simple materials like wood and stone. I suppose the predators really are as primitive as I thought.
The vehicle comes to a halt next to the building and the old one steps out. After he opens my door, I step out of the vehicle as well. I follow him to the entrance of the den, which is a simple wooden door painted bright red. And if I remember correctly that is the color of blood on this planet. So savage!
Upon entering, the interior looks very similar to the outside with wood adorning the walls and floors. Though I was surprised how similar the layout was to the living quarters back at the guild. The room at the entrance looked to be some kind of lounging room with a small couch and rug in the center of the room facing a screen mounted on the opposite wall. To the left of the door was what I could only assume was a kitchen with storage cabinets covering the walls.
The elderly predator returned to the car to retrieve the items it purchased at the ‘pet shop,’ which makes this the best time to do some sleuthing. I made my way past the lounge room into the depths of the den. Past the entrance room was a hallway leading further back. It was adorned with photographs filled with predatory snarls. I did my best to ignore them and worked my way further down the hall.
Up ahead there was a door and upon opening it I found a room which, by the smell of it, must be a lavatory. That really reminded me that I had to go to the bathroom. My cell did not even have a waste pit. I made my way quickly into the room and relieved myself with haste. Once I finished I thought about flushing the ‘evidence,’ but that’s when I heard the front door open again, so I was forced to hurry out of the room.
“Hey Bud! Where did you go?” it growled from the other room. I made my way back to the entrance as quickly as I could manage on all fours. “There you are. So do you like the place?” the predator asked. I did not respond and just looked towards it. “Ha ha, great!” it growled. I did not say anything?
“So I got your food and water bowls over here. Let me go fill them up. You’ve gotta be hungry.”
It walked over to the kitchen with the bowls in hand and filled one with water from the sink. The other bowl, the predator filled with the ‘kibble’ from earlier. Then it placed them both on the floor. It looks like the food situation might not be any better than my previous arrangement at the holding pen.
“Well, I spose I should eat dinner as well.”
It opened the large metal cabinet and began looking through it. I snuck a little closer to get a better look. When I approached I could feel the chill coming off of it, so I could assume that it was some kind of refrigerators unit. Must not be that primitive I suppose. After a bit of scrounging around the refrigerator, the elderly one pulled out a clear plastic container. It was green on the inside. Is it really going to eat rotten flesh!? I guess that is expected of a predator.
As it opened the container I braced my nose for the putrid smell of rotten flesh, but it never came. I watched as the predator poured out leafy greens into a bowl. Huh, a predator is eating plants?
Wait, I do remember that during the Terran’s deceptive talk at Aafa, they had said they were [all-eaters]. I guess that must be true. Watching it eat the greens is making me even hungrier than I was before.
I watched as the elderly predator finished its salad. It brought the bowl and utensils to the sink to begin washing them. I waited in the corner of the kitchen for him to finish and leave. My stomach was killing me and I could only think of the amazing taste of a crisp salad. Finally the predator finished his task and turned away from the sink. It looked towards me and then at the bowls on the floor. “Aren’t you hungry boy? You haven’t touched your food at all… I hope you’re alright. Maybe I need to take you to the vet tomorrow?”
Vet? My translator says that that means ‘animal doctor.’ Even though the average human is pretty oblivious, a doctor will be sure to realize that I’m not really a ‘dog.’ I can not let this Terran take me there. I know what I have to do, but I do not like it. I steel myself as I walk over to the bowl and stare down at its contents. Am I really going to do this? You have to! So, I lower my head and bite down on a mouthful of ‘kibble.’
It… is not that bad? I honestly expected worse.
I suppress the thoughts of the ‘animal byproducts’ in it and swallow. Immediately I wash out my mouth with the water in the second bowl. Then I turn to look at the human who is now snarling at me. I freeze. Did I do something wrong? Did it figure me out?!
“There you go. Ha ha. I was worried for a second there.”
What? Is it happy that I ate? Then why is it snarling at me? Maybe maybe that means that it is happy? These predators are so weird. At least it seems like I have avoided detection once again. Nailed it!
The old predator, having been satisfied, let out a yawn revealing all its sharp teeth… well… most of them were surprisingly quite dull. “Okay bud it's getting late, so I think it's time for me to turn in, but let me get you your bed first,” it said. Reaching into the biggest bag from the pet shop the elderly predator pulled out a round fluffy bowl. It looks similar to beds I saw when working on the Iftali and Sulean homeworld, though this one is a lot smaller. It placed the bed down in the living room next to the couch.
It paused, “Oh wait. I should probably take you outside before turning in for the night. Don’t want a mess in the morning, come on.”
I follow the predator as instructed, wondering what it wants me to do now. It leads me out a side door into a grassy area. “Okay… do your business,” it said.
What? Does it want me to do something? I just look around seeing if there's anything to give me any clues.
“I guess that didn’t work. Go potty.”
What?! Is it commanding me to defecate?! Outside! I guess he does think I am an animal. But there is no way I am doing that especially with it watching me. Why is it watching? Is it some kind of pervert? Grr, Screw the plan!
“Okay… uh… I guess come back in when you’re done,” it says as it turns to walk back to the house.
Thank the Tenants! I wait [a few minutes] and then slip back into the predator’s den. On my return it spots me, “Oh good you’re back!”
It walked over to the side door and locked it. Then the predator shuffled to wall switches and turned off most of the lights. Thankfully it left a singular lamp turned on. It is already bad enough that I am stuck in a predator's den, but being in the dark with a predator would be too much even for me.
“Okay goodnight bud, see you in the morning,” said the old one. Then right as it entered the hall it stopped and looked down at a nearby table, “Good night Ella. Good night Ben. Good night Martha.” Then it walked out of sight.
Who was he talking to? Are there other predators here? I don’t smell anyone else and I think I would have heard them earlier. Spekh! Did I get a crazy one?
Okay craziness aside, I need to eat some real food. I finally stood upright. Ah my back! It was already getting bad enough when I was back home. Hopefully I can get used to this because walking on all fours is killing me right now.
I walk over to the refrigeration unit and slowly open the doors trying to stay quiet. Looking around the inside I am surprised to find so many vegetables. However, I did spot a slab of flesh towards the back, which I did my best to ignore.
Now, I can not just eat anything, it might notice if food is missing. Scrounging around for a [minute] my eyes eventually find a plant in one of the lower drawers. It looks like a big bundle of large leaves. I take it out and pry off one of the ones on the outside. It comes off relatively easily with a crunch. Hopefully this is edible. I bring the leaf to my mouth and bite down. It makes a very satisfying crunch as a do. There really is no distinct taste, but I am so hungry that I don’t even care if it is bland.
I scarfed down the rest of the leaf quickly and then grabbed another and then another. Before I knew it, the bundle was only a third of the original size. So much for being sneaky. Finally satisfied, I returned what remained of the bundle to its proper place and closed the refrigerator doors.
After finishing my raid on the refrigerators, I thought about what the old predator had said earlier. I walked over to the table near the entrance to the hallway. There must be something interesting here. However, there was nothing but a handful of photographs. Looking at them in the dim light I was able to make out the wide snarls that adorned the faces in the photo. I guess It makes more sense now since the snarl is a ‘happy’ expression. It is still very strange to me.
The photo closest to the front had the old predator standing next to a much younger predator, which appeared to be wearing Terran military pelts. Strangely, the young one has very bright orange hair on the top of its head.
Next to that one there was a similar photo, but the old predator looked slightly younger. The other Terran in the photo looked similar to the first. They did share the same bright orange hair, but the enlarged mammaries indicated that this one was a female.
I then spotted another picture including the same female, but this time she was next to a different predator and she was holding a Terran pup, which had the same orange hair. Perhaps the female was the mother of the other one. Most of the other photos appeared to be different combinations of the same four predators: the old one, his offspring, his offspring’s mate, and then their pup.
I moved over to the other side to see if I could find anything more useful. There was a photo that stood out to me. It pictured the old one, but he looked significantly younger even more than the other photos. Standing next to him was a female, which had the same orange hair as the others. Who was this? I had not seen it in any of the other pictures.
I searched around to see if I could find any more with this female in it. Towards the back I saw two pictures next to each other. The one on the left had the female again with the old predator. Laying in a bed she was cradling a newborn pup in her arms. However, the photo on the right was the old one with the pup in its arms. The pup appeared to be a year or two older in this one, but where was the mother? Looking at the older predator I saw the look in his eyes. I know that look. Cerci…
No! They are predators! They are not like us! You know they can not think like us! It's not the same!
Grr, you are tired… just… just go rest. I walk over to the bed. I curl up and try to let sleep take me. __________
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So much for being comedic and lighthearted. I promise that the rest of it won't be so depressing, but I wanted to add a little more substance to some of the characters. Thanks again for reading! Feel free to leave any feedback or suggestions, I really appreciate it.

I am running the (admittedly outdated) Heartland mod set for Oblivion. After making sure the pack, my addons, and built bash patch all work right on PC (sorted with BOSS), then after installing MO2 on Steam Deck, (Proton 9.0.1 as recommended) I copied over my 'Mods' folder and the load order / modlist .txts into a profile from the computer to the Steam Deck. But, I get a CTD on Steam Deck, during the very initial load, well before the main menu.
I am 100% sure it's the Bashed Patch. The game launches and loads if it's not enabled. What's more, I loaded up a blank profile that's just the official plugins / DLC, added the Bashed Patch, and that immediately crashes too in the same fashion. It's the same bashed patch as desktop - I get the 'Bashed Patch' folder from MO2/Heartland/mods and put it in the respective location on my Deck. Is there something I'm missing?
When I try to rebuild the patch in Wrye on desktop, the following are tagged 'NoMerge':
LoadingScreensSI
Book Jackets DLC
GrimbotsSpeelTomes
EVE-StockEquipmentReplacer
Knights - Book Jackets
EVE_KnightsoftheNine
PotionReplacer
No Starting Map Markers
The following come up in the Merge Patches menu:
Oblivion Citadel Door Fix
LoadingScreens
Book Jackets Oblivion
DLCSpellTomes Unofficial Patch
Weapon Improvement Project
Alluring Wine Bottles
DLCFrostcrag-SnowyRoad Patch
Harvest [Flora] Shivering Isles (and Vile Lair and Frostcrag as separate ESPs)
Clutter and Container Ownership
Enemy Weapons dont drop
more mechant money v1.1
ShinySeptims_Septimus
Enhanced Vegetation SI
OCO DLC Faces
No Persistant Enchantment Glow Fix
Book Jackets DLC Misc
SGP Interior Draw Distance Fix
DistinctAyleidBossChests
GreyPrince
WaterFPS
Balanced NPC Level Cap
Balanced NPC Level Cap - DLC Patches
KvGuardFeaturesDevastationReduxPatch
OCO_Eyes_Fix
OCO Cleaned - Vanilla Hair
NAO-Brighter-Nights-Sam
tbskGuardsFeatures-NoGreatHelmets
Here is my loadorder.txt and my modlist.txt (which seems to be in reverse order from how it appears in MO2, but I doubt that's the problem), although, again, this happens with the Bashed Patch on an otherwise clean profile, so that's why I included the merged stuff above and I'm still baffled why this just happens on deck, just to the Bashed Patch, but PC is fine with all the same files.

Reflecting on 2021, truly marked the zenith of my young career. The pandemic was coming to an end, I was fresh from the hallowed halls of a prestigious but unheralded college, thrust into the corporate labyrinth where, as a mere sidekick to the big shots, I contributed to a deal of record-breaking magnitude. My modest corporate minion life was exaggerated into legend by my professors during an alumni reunion, leading to a rather embarrassing episode where I was paraded around as the poster child of their education career’s success. My parents, not ones to shy away from a bit of pomp, lauded my achievements to anyone within earshot.
But as 2022 unfurled its chaos with the epidemic, my professional life spiralled downwards as swiftly as it had risen. I was laid off, and replaced by a nepotistic hire—my boss's new mistress's nephew. During my dismal final days, my colleagues, once comrades became corporate sharks, whispers of them scheming to claim my last efforts as their own filled the empty office spaces.
Compelled by financial duress to abandon my central city dwelling, I relocated to the outskirts with two college mates, Jaz and Kath, who had similarly found themselves victims of the economic downturn. We settled into apartment 606, a unit with dubious charm, suspiciously affordable on the 13th floor of a dreary building, its corridor haunted by a flickering sensor light that was only designed to function on rare occasions. Yet, the apartment itself was surprisingly very well furnished, almost like something that jumped out from a design mag, out beating sample rooms in Ikea, boasting a spacious balcony, a living room ready for an impromptu soirée, a dining table that’s good enough to hold a banquet(became our co-working space) and a kitchen isle that became our sanctuary and curse.
When we first settled into our new abode, we discovered a trove of fine kitchen utensils, perfect for whipping up sophisticated cuisine and crafting cocktails worthy of a swanky soirée. Tucked away in the fridge, among the remnants of the previous tenants' life, was a quaint note: “The three of us really enjoyed our stay here, especially our meals and nights spent by the kitchen island. We hope you find as much joy in it as we did. Use it well.” With a casual flick of my wrist, I dismissed the note into the garbage can, oblivious to the depth of its seemingly innocuous message. Little did I know, that piece of paper was more a passing of the torch than a simple goodbye.
Our initial days in apartment 606 brimmed with camaraderie and impromptu celebrations: movie nights sprawled on the living room sofas, barbeque dinners under the stars on our balcony, and co-working sessions at the dining table, peppered with resume tweaks and contemplative conversations over cocktails. We even scored a second-hand karaoke machine, allowing me to channel my inner diva—a throwback to my musical theatre days in college and my stint as the voice of corporate presentations and negotiations at my previous job, where I was known for my resonant yet finely tuned voice.
Yet, as the months wore on and the job market remained unyielding, our early merriment slowly surrendered to a creeping anxiety. The kitchen island, once the heart of our home where laughter and shared meals flowed freely, gradually morphed into the epicenter of our collective unease, bearing silent witness to the quiet desperation settling over us.
One evening, in the suspiciously affordable yet stylish apartment, I sank into the sofa, my spirits dampened by my favorite team's disheartening loss. The mood was grim, mirroring my fears of my beloved player's potential retirement at season's end. Later, as we congregated around the kitchen island for dinner, I transformed into an impromptu sports commentator, passionately preaching about the game’s disappointing details that led to failure and my favorite player’s fine qualities. Meanwhile, Jaz updated us on a friend's melodramatic breakup, with guesses that something ugly must have happened behind the scenes. Kath, ever the culinary enthusiast, not only served up her delicious pasta but also dished out the latest celebrity gossip, each tidbit as spicy as her sauce.
The next day, during a late breakfast at the same kitchen island—our unwitting oracle—we were hit by a triple whammy of reality checks. The news of my favorite player's retirement broke, echoing my gloomy predictions from the night before. Jaz chimed in with an update that our friend had uncovered a cheating scandal worthy of its own reality TV special. And Kath, never one to be left out of the drama: her favorite celebrity was now the star of a scandal.
By the third morning, as we sipped our coffee, the newspaper slapped me with another bizarre twist. I was going through the devastating economics and politics sections, then I saw the sports section——featured an irate coach, hell-bent on convincing my favorite player to dismiss retirement plans and keep his jersey on a little longer. Meanwhile, Jaz had good news for a change: it turned out our friend's love story might have a second act after all, as misunderstandings were being cleared up. Amidst these revelations, Kath, who had been grumbling about the nearby supermarket’s inability to stock anything remotely gourmet, and hadn’t had a taste of her favorite Blue Mountain coffee since the beginning of that year, triumphantly found a can of Blue Mountain coffee, and it was on sale and therefore affordable—proof that miracles happen, and sometimes they even go on discount.
As I sat there, absorbing the serendipity of our discussions manifesting into real-world events, I couldn't help but marvel at the mysterious knack of our kitchen island. Was it merely a coincidence, or had this stylish piece of decor become the unlikely conductor of our lives symphony? One thing was certain: life in apartment 606 was never dull, and our kitchen island seemed to be more than just a place to eat—it was a place where, apparently, you could stir the pot of fate.
I decided to conduct a whimsical experiment with our now seemingly magical kitchen island. Clearing my throat theatrically, I declared, "I should be interviewed for a director position." To my sheer astonishment, the next day a headhunter rang me up, claiming I was the ideal candidate for a directorial role at a prestigious corporation in my field. Despite the other candidates possessing decades more experience which defeated me with no effort, and my own lingering self-doubt from months of unemployment, I sailed to the final interview round with the company's executives.
Upon returning to our apartment, I found Kath flaunting a chic dress from a designer brand brand she’d snagged on clearance—a little luxury courtesy of our wish-granting island. Inspired, I approached the island and cheekily requested, "Get us jobs. Something fun." Lo and behold, the following day was spent lounging and binge-watching Netflix, only to be interrupted by a call from a former bigwig at my old job. He was venturing into a more illustrious company and wanted me onboard. The informal chat that followed was a breeze, and just like that, I was back in the game with a fancier title and a fatter paycheck.
The subsequent week was a flurry of celebrations. Jaz secured a senior-level position, and Kath landed her dream job at an influencer management agency. Feeling triumphant, we decided to indulge in a night of fine dining—our first in months. That Friday evening when I went from office to restaurant, on a whim, stopped at a convenience store to grab snacks and cigarettes for our post-dinner revelry. Outside, I encountered a homeless person. After offering him a sandwich (which he traded for a cigarette instead), he took a drag, peered into my eyes, and ominously muttered, “Look, young lady, this isn’t my business, but be wary of what you wish for; everything comes with a price. Good luck and god bless you.”
His words barely registered until later that evening when a mishap occurred that seemed to underline his warning. As we enjoyed syphon coffee post-dinner, a barista accidentally tripped over Kath’s flowing dress. The resulting spill left her with first-degree burns, abruptly ending our night as we rushed to the emergency room. Though it was "just" a first-degree burn, the pain was significant enough to require several days off for Kath’s recovery. Amid the drama, I couldn't help but wonder about the cryptic caution from the man outside the store—had our fortunate streak come with a hidden cost?
We chalked up the coffee calamity to bad luck. The next month flowed smoothly: Kath's fingers healed, she returned to work, and I quickly found my groove at the new job. With all of us gainfully employed, our communal meals at the kitchen island became rare. My mornings were a whirlwind of grabbing breakfast and coffee on the go, followed by an hour's commute to a job that had me scarfing down instant noodles by nightfall, just in time for a quick shower.
As the busy season kicked in, my workload ballooned—not just from the seasonal uptick, but because I was hell-bent on proving my mettle. I quickly outshone most of my peers, and my employer, recognizing a budding overachiever, piled on major tasks, which I eagerly accepted. What started as the occasional hour of overtime soon devoured my weekends. Unpaid overtime, as the fine print in my contract gleefully noted, became my new norm. Driven by a mix of ambition and expectation, I had become the go-to young hotshot, the erstwhile record-breaker now expected to continually outdo myself.
Mentally, I was too swamped to entertain thoughts of anything beyond work, which, in a twisted way, felt like a break. Physically, however, the strain began to show. A bout of flu caught on a business trip escalated into a fever. Sick as I was, deadlines waited for no one, and I soldiered on medicated and miserable. By the time I made it home, my voice had abandoned me. Unable to utter a word the next morning, I resorted to emailing my manager about my sorry state.
That week, robbed of my voice, I mused that it was perhaps a well-deserved hiatus for my overworked vocal cords—a silent retreat if you will. But when my voice did return, it was as a raspy whisper, a shadow of its former crisp and melodious timbre. My doctor offered a grim prognosis: slight improvement might come, but the golden tones were gone for good—scarred by the relentless grind. Ah, the price of ambition—a scratchy throat as a permanent reminder of my corporate conquests.
It seemed I had unwittingly exchanged the clarity of my voice for the tumult of career success. In the midst of our domestic enchantment with the possibly mystical kitchen island, Kath unearthed the contact of a reputed psychic, hailed as the finest in the land. However, the consultation fee was nothing short of princely, and with Jaz vehemently dismissing anything that couldn't be explained by cold, hard science, she promptly opted out of splitting the bill. Kath and I, unwilling to drain our wallets on what could be mere phantasmagoria, reluctantly let the opportunity pass.
Meanwhile, I couldn’t help but notice a curious change in Jaz’s routine. She had ceased dining at the kitchen island, avoiding it as if it were cursed—or perhaps, in her view, simply out of style. The Saturday morning brought a particularly harsh twist: a murder of crows took to spiralling above our balcony, their cries as sharp as the plot of a Poe novel. We found ourselves drawn to the infamous kitchen island, lined up like the cast of a macabre play, silently praying for the birds to disperse. Kath, ever trying to restore some semblance of normalcy, offered up cups of Blue Mountain coffee. She absentmindedly inquired if I wanted cream or sugar in mine—a blunder that made me realize just how long it had been since our last coffee klatch at this very spot. My inner monologue couldn't resist a dark wish for the crows to scatter, perhaps too dark, for they began to dive bomb our balcony in a feathery kamikaze. The spectacle was enough to knock Jaz off her feet—literally—as her mug met its end on the floor. Kath, meanwhile, made a hasty retreat to worship the porcelain god, and I sat frozen, my brain offline, pondering the twisted power of our kitchen island's apparent wish-granting.
After the unnerving spectacle of crows turning our balcony into a scene straight out of a Hitchcock film, our first rational step—post-collective fainting, of course—was to summon cleaners to manage the feathery carnage. Then, still rattled but increasingly curious, we visited a psychic, who, contrary to the crystal-ball-gazer image, operated out of a posh boutique in a high-end mall and dressed more like she was headed to a fashion show than a séance. We laid bare our saga of the seemingly cursed kitchen island, complete with photographic evidence of where domestic bliss meets eerie phenomena.
The psychic introduced a term that chilled the air around us: “limbo,” the threshold between our world and the otherworldly, and she dubbed our kitchen island the "Devil’s Bargain Counter." According to her, our wishes came with a heavy and unpredictable price, because we have accidentally started trades with beings from the netherworld. Her advice was disarmingly simple: cease all trades on the island. To address the repercussions of past wishes, she advised us the first line of defence, which was an eclectic mix of offerings laid out on our cursed countertop: raw meat(rooster works the best), a cocktail of spices(coca and cinnamon preferably), liberal splashes of spirits(whiskey and rum ideally), and an eerie bouquet of black flowers(luckily I found some black roses at a flower shop of the mall). In a grander gesture of appeasement, Kath relinquished her shiny new diamond bracelet, Jaz her absurdly expensive headphones, and I parted with cash—— a hefty slice of my bonus in hopes of placating whatever capricious spirits we'd angered.
Our return to normalcy was brief but sweet, prompting us to plan a getaway, eager to forget about our nefarious kitchen island. Yet, the respite was merely a tease. Jaz, in a stroke of spectacular misfortune, narrowly dodged disaster twice in one day—first nearly becoming subway track fodder on her way back after work, and then almost getting knocked out by a rogue plant at our apartment building’s doorstep. Clearly, our previous offerings were mere appetizers to whatever forces we'd stirred. The psychic, summoned once again to our now-dubious sanctuary, decreed that the spirits had developed rather expensive tastes, unsatisfied by our initial gestures.
In a desperate bid for closure, we had the psychic over for a nighttime ritual, timed perfectly with Earth's closest approach to the netherworld, according to her. Our living room turned into a ritual chamber, with windows blacked out for days, to keep the otherworldly dealings strictly nocturnal. That night, we arranged ourselves around the island, now less a kitchen fixture and more an altar of last resort.
The psychic, amidst a chorus of Latin incantations, directed us through a chilling séance that included a mirror that reflected nothing but darkness and a burning black candle, the three of us sat in a row, joined hands, eyes closed. When the black candle was flickering at its last, the first eerie scratches heard prompted our eyes to open prematurely, we saw a command appear on the island, written by invisible hand and pen, in blood-red script, urging us to find the next "succeeder" before our lease on otherworldly disturbances could be terminated.
With bated breath, we agreed, and as if by magic, our signatures materialized on the countertop, then faded as the candle sputtered out. We tore off the black cardboard taped on the windows at dawn, the sunrise revealed a final message etched into the surface: "Debt cleared." As the daylight grew, the ominous inscription dissolved into nothingness, signalling the end of our spectral saga.
The ordeal, now officially behind us, left us enjoying a semblance of normalcy: life in 606 returned to its mundane rhythm, with dinners and movie nights back on our social calendar. Though not without its scars—literal and figurative.
It’s been two years since then, Jaz, in the throes of romantic bliss, is now gearing up for a new chapter waiting to be written alongside her soon-to-be spouse; Kath, her career finally taking a lucrative turn, was poised to upgrade her living situation, she secured a lease on a lavish serviced apartment in the city center—a place that matched her newfound financial swagger.
I’m not without my own leaps forward. With a modest boost from my parents, I took the plunge into homeownership, snagging a property within the city’s vibrant confines. The process was a whirlwind of paperwork and decorating decisions, culminating in a space I could truly call my own.
As we are packing up now, my last act is to type out our story, at the infamous island, and of course, I left a note in the fridge for the next tenants:
"Welcome to 606. We had a wonderful time here, especially at the kitchen island, filled with joy and unforgettable moments. We hope you find as much happiness as we did. Use the isle well. Warm wishes, the previous tenants."

Hi there! Beginner here, I got my betta tank setup and betta in tank thats been cycled for almost 48 hours (I learned AFTER I got my betta, as I was originally given advice at the pet store when I got the tank the day before getting my betta) he's doing great and the water levels seem to be doing fine other than its a little higher in ammonia and nitrites than it should be and the water is a little cloudy. I did a 10% water change today and lil guy seems to be doing great despite the water being in the (lower end) stress zone. I did test my water continuously and will continue to do so since I've read its recommended for fish in cycles (I wish I'd known better so I wouldn't have to put him through this).
I couldn't determine if I just didn't wash off the gravel and decor well enough but it DOES appear on the water tests its not likely that.
Is there anything else I can do to get the levels right? I've read not feeding for a couple of days can help with the ammonia levels, unless I just am catching the cycle doing its thing? Also any tips for water changes i should know? Should I just keep doing water changes every day or few days? Should I leave it alone?
To note: he does not have live plants i am still learning and didn't feel comfortable messing with plants yet.
I apologize for my negligence, I was confident at the time I had everything right:(
Any advice welcome, I want what's best for him and his health.
Maybe I'm being overly paranoid but I rather ask dumb questions now over waiting around and making mistakes.

"Dejar de pesar en uno y pensar en los demás es el mas claro signo de maduración" "El hombre que siembra un árbol sabiendo que nunca se sentara en su sombra, es un hombre que comprendió el sentido de la vida" "El que no vive para servir no sirve para vivir" no importa quien lo dijo esas frases son patrimonio y fruto de toda la humanidad y esos frutos son buenas señales que las primicias de la cosecha para Dios estan listas.
Otro dato mas escuche que la palabra “Yahve” también tiene el mismo sonido de fuego, ósea lo primordial para que se produzca la fotosíntesis en la flora pero paralelamente en el hombre es la capacidad de transformar la información en luz. Mas redondo imposible. La magistral terminación de la obra de Dios.
Jesús dijo quien se esfuerce por comprender, yo le daré mas entendimiento" ven? al esforzarse le abro las puertas, es un trabajo sincopado, mancomunado pero si me esfuerzo sin las cuentas claras será en vano, ojo, alguien dijo “si existe la inspiración siempre me encuentra trabajando”, es que asi es como se activa justamente la inspiración = arduo trabajo. Las puertas del reino se abren con nuestro esfuerzo por la luz. Por eso la perfecta justica de las palabas de Pablo “es necesario pasar por muchas tribulaciones para entrar al reino”. No es un capricho de Dios, es el mecanismo mismo que demuestra si somos aptos o no. Ese trabajo son los dientes de la llave que abren la puerta "yo le mostrare a este lo que hay que sufrir para entrar al reino" dice Jesús sobre Pablo. No es sadismo, es funcionalidad pura, si nos matamos por una copa del mundo que no hacer por aquello no perecedero?! Si, es arduo pero soportable humanamente y si usurpadores lo quieren volver insoportable Dios ordena palizas… Pero en la parte justa de la lucha se llenan de luz Dios y Jesús y esa misma luz hacer caer del cielo a satanás del cielo, una y otra vez hasta la ultima y final al lago de azufre. Es algo mecánico. Lógico. Natural.
Y hay mas, Jesús era el ayudante de su padre carpintero, que hace un carpintero? trabaja con la madera de los arboles y hace cosas útiles para facilitar la vida de los hombres, con arboles comenzó todo y termino todo, porque una cruz esta hecha de madera, y Jesús se fusiona con el arbol pero no para perdición como Adan sino para salvación e inmortalidad. La madera con el oro son, quizás los materiales mas nobles del mundo y de ambas cosas estaba hecha el arca de la alianza el receptáculo de Dios que contenía: la vara de Aron, el mana y las tablas de la ley. ósea árbol, pan y pan espiritual porque no solo de pan vivirá el hombre sino de cada palabra que salga de Dios. Dios nos hizo ignorantes y hambriento para colmarnos en ambos sentidos. y ambas cosas muchas veces se funden.
Entonces la sangre de Jesús es el agua de vida que al ser integrada activa nuestro ADN PARA QUE DEMOS FRUTOS, LA POSIBILIAD DE SALVACION Y DE INMORTALIDAD. EL JUSTO EN SU VEJES FLORECERAS ...DICE EN UN SALMO.
RECORDEMOS QUE no todos la humanidad es de la misma familia por ende la palabra de Dios en cada uno hará un efecto diferente y opuesto por eso de la boca de Jesús en el apocalipsis sale una espada de dos filo, para las dos cosechas, los que crean y para los que no crean.
El hombre como la luz es onda y partícula es decir alma y cuerpo, es decir, luz y agua, los portales que activan el ADN al comer y beber de Jesus, asi el vive en nosotros y bloquea el mal, la matrix, el astral, el demonio que nos dio su mente. Porque cuando el diablo nos quiere tumbar la fe con sus dardos incendiarios super potentes y nosotros creemos que es nuestro discernimiento lo que esta peleando como gato pansa arriba contra esas diabólicas inquisiciones, pero no, es el, Jesús en nosotros. peleando alma por alma. Por eso están bueno comer mucho de El y “retener” ósea memorizar, a muchos que entran en su camino la primer tarea es aprenderse de memoria salmos, que quizás sea el grado mas puro de Dios, Manos a la obra... el hombre es barro lo que importa es lo que tenga a dentro, que mejor que tener a Dios mismo “los que me responda iremos con mi Padre y haremos morada en el”. ALELUYA.
Y la antítesis de todo esto también es verdad, porque la elite se sabe que no quiere nuestro despertar y nos da black go, grafeno, fluor, chemsitral 5g, Monsanto. Pero lo peor de todo es cuando tocan nuestros cosas sobre todo los alimentos, presten atención, muchas gente al pasarte cosas innecesariamente la pasa de una mano a la otra, se que eso se neutraliza tomándolo con la izquierda y pasadlo a la derecha, cuando uno hace eso su enojo es evidente, y eso lo dice todo "BRUJO DETECTADO" y toda esa contaminación bien sazonada con muchos pecados de la porno-ilumiantis hasta en la sopa, y todo esto actua como alquitrán con brea caliente entre los electrones y el nucleo de nuestro átomos atrofiándonos y Madonna en Rio nos parece cool... porque el pecado nos disminuye los sentidos y ya ni acordamos como éramos antes y las alturas que accedíamos volando con Dios de la mano comiendo de sus dulces manjares de su arbol de la vida: Jesús. Despertar que Jesús quiere otra juventud.
No olvidemos que Dios iba desarraigar esta planta porque no daba frutos para liberar el lugar para otra mas fructífera, peor Jesús se jugo por nosotros y le prepuso no déjala yo la regaré, abonaré, podare y dara fruto pero si no da, si la liberamos el lugar… “ demos frutos por el amor de Dios” frutos de santidad de inmortalidad para que Dios sea glorificado entre sus adversarios para que no se puedan mofar que su obra le salió mal.
Todo Esta escrito en el ADN que el diablo trata de hakear pero “conoce la verdad ella te liberara” porque Dios nos dio la libertad para que logremos cumplir el destino, vaya paradoja no? y es dando todo de uno, es como se abre los portales para que luz de Dios nos venga socorrer. Otra hermosa paradoja es que si recuerdo que todo esta escrito me oscurezco y con migo todo mi entorno y todo nos vamos al seol, pero si me creo libre me ilumino y mi onda positiva atraerá a un salvable (a que le esta nota) y recibirá la palabra de Dios y todo porque me creí libre... lo ven? Tambien esta en nuestro ADN que tengamos un líder que “la creación sin Jesús no tiene sentido” como dicen varios pensadores.
Otra cosa que nos libera del determinante destino escrito y abre todas las posibilidades es la existencia del multiverso, ahí ya no ahí escusa para luchar para trasformase en la mejor versión de uno mismo. Porque en el infinito mutliverso siempre habrá un universo donde cada uno de nosotros es salvo y transformarse en ese YO, no hay lucha que mas valga la pena. Otra razón para dar lo mejor de si es que así el concepto general de la humanidad para Dios subirá pues para Dios todos contamos como uno, y asi será mas factible la salvación y fíjense esto: uno será el destino de las almas que no entraron al reino pero la humedad se salvo, y otro será el destino de las almas sino hay mas humanidad en el plano físico. Que es lo que quiere el diablo con el NOM iluminati. comprendió lo importante que aunque sea suba un nivel. No quiera ser perfecto solo suba un nivel, solo aspirar todos los días ser un poquito mejor, menos violencia, chismografía, pornografía, vciosn, y mas amor, virtud, altruismo, generosidad, perdón. Pero sin pausa y sin prisa como las estrellas, que “en el cielo hay mas felicidad por un pecador arrepentido que por cien santo que no necesitan corrección”, y “los que se me acerquen Yo les hago gustar la salvación” dice un salmo, pues claro el siendo luz a su lado veo con claridad lo primordial de valorar lo primordial mi salvación y dia de toda la humanidad.
Pero porque la crucifixión de Jesús contiene este mecanismo interno? Esta sutil estructura funciona como el esqueleto o cimiento de todo el reino de la luz, que por esa profunda y bien cimentada raíz, desbaratara el reino del mal, la oscuridad, la matriz, los brujos que dominan este mundo en las sombras, y repercutirá en nuestro plano con mas coherencia e inteligencia en los gobiernos del mundo, en la ONU, la OMS, en FMI, en la OTAN, en el FBI, etc. Si, hoy todos ellos camina con los pies y piensan con la cabeza pero estaba escrito asi, estamos en los tiempos finales.
Nosotros vemos solo la forma, al Cristo crucificado, pero si no contuviera esta estructura interna no tendría poder, pero no podría no conternerla porque la forma es el contenido y viceversa. Shequespeare decía la realidad esta hecha con madera de los sueños. Sueños queda muy cerca de la 4 dimensiona, del plano astral, del mundo invisible que nos rodea, forma y conforma, la quisquillosos ley mosaica era un mdo de vivi en este plano estando en armonía en aquel plano porque todo repercute. Robar, matar, envidiar, calumniar, repercute mal no es lo mismo etrar a un templo que entrar a un cabaret no es lo mismo un matrimonio haciendo el amor, que dos hombre penetrándose por el ano… la percusiones de alguno pecado son deplorables y desbastadoras. Escuche bien: “Yo soy la vid…Yo soy el pan de la vida eterna, coman de mi…” Si alguno tiene sed, venga a mí y beba. ³⁸ El que cree en mí, como dice la Escritura, de su interior correrán ríos de agua viva. A que ahora tiene otro sonido?
Y esto que aquí vemos que hace la luz, igualmente lo hace la oscuridad y la falsa luz, bien lo sabrán los brujo y paganos con sus miles de vueltas para sus fechorías en las magias negras, hechizos o ritos. Algunos muy inextricables otros muy simples como contemplar una espiga de trigo, esto en el mito de Cibeles. Los ritos satánicos ni los mencionaremos por su asquerosidad YAHVE TE RERÉDA SATAN. pero tampoco caiga en la falsa luz porque solo ahí salvación en la Biblia todo se trata de Yahvé versus dioses paganos y No hay nada nuevo bajo el sol.
Y otra pregunta que nos podríamos hacer, que es lo que determina que sea asi y no de otra forma? Algo mucho mas solido que lo que determina el precio a nutras cosas y es nuestra naturaleza, nuestra bilogía, el hecho que tengamos dos hemisferios uno racional uno emocional, el hecho que estemos en la 3 dimensión de la creación. Nuestro particular ADN, La caída de Adán, el hecho fundamental de estar compuesto por 4 esferas, lo espiritual, lo mental, lo emocional y lo físico. Y un extenso etcétera. No es un capricho divino, por esto no tiene sentido la rebelión contra Dios como dice el salmo dos, Dios simplemente quiere lo superior sobre lo inferior, el diablo al revés solo para obtener licencia para destruirte por pecador en el juicio perpetuo que ejecuta simultáneamente mientras estamos acá. Ahora vemos claramente que como un motor fusiona porque respeta miles de leyes igualmente es en el plano espiritual, y con mas razón aun siendo que este es superior y mas elevado y cimiente del plano físico.
CONCEJO: NO DEJES AHORA QUE LA MATRIZ LE BORRONEE TODO ESTO. QUE EL TRIGO INTELIGENTE A PESAR DE NO LLEGAR EL SEMBRADOR POR SU COSECHA, NO SE DEJA NI COMER POR LOS PAJARON, NI PODRIR POR LA LLUVIA, NI SECAR POR EL SOL. TIENE VIDA PROPIA Y ES INAGOTABLE PORQUE LO CREEN EN EL SEÑOR SE LE RENUEVAN LAS FUERZA AD INFINITUM!!!!
COMPARTA TODO ESTO, GRÍTELO DESDE LOS TEJADOS QUE NADA SE PIERDE TODO SE TRASFORMA, LUZ EN MAS LUZ. Y FUE EL ULTIMO MANDAMIENTO: ID A LA NACIONES Y HACED DISCÍPULOS MIOS. MANOS A LA OBRA. Y SI USTED QUIERE SER DISCÍPULO DE JESUS? COMA DE SU CARNE Y BEBA DE SU SANGRE. Y LEER ESTE TEXTO FUE EXACTAMENTE ESO: ESCUCHAR SU PALARBA Y MEDITAR EN SU PENSAMIENTO, PARA QUE EL VIVA EN NOSOTROS Y NOSOTROS EN EL PARA QUE PODAMOS DECIR COMO PABLO “YO TENGO LA MENTE DE CRISTO. FIGENCE QUE ESTO MISMO ERA LO QUE SE HACIA CON LO CORDEROS OFREDADOS A DIOS COMIDOS EN SU PRESENCIA. DEUT 16. GLORIA A DIOS.
DIOS LOS BENDIGA.
ALABADO SEA DIOS YAHVE Y JESUS CRISTOREY UNIVERSAL
Anexo el principio de todo esto al final: En una oportunidad creí encontrar una clave en la biblia y era que muchas veces el autor del AT parece que habla del fin de todo lo fines, pero luego agrega un comentario donde revela que se refería a ese hecho puntual de algún tramo de las historias contenidas dentro del antiguo testamento, (y fíjense en el Apocalipsis de Juan ocurrirá lo opuesto). Y me dije: y que si es una clave que uno debe descubrir, porque si, en realidad el autor si se refería al fin de todo, pero luego se le adoso un comentario para despistar. Pero no para el que deba encontrar la clave, bueno me hice toda esa película y Jesús ahí me dijo: "Lo que debes encontrar aun, es algo del nuevo testamento muy pequeño pero muy redondo y revelador" y anoche por fin con una ayuda de El se me revelo por fin este hermosos símbolo de la Biblia, y esto luego de 3 o 4 años de suplicas, y es lo siguiente.
Hermosa metáfora del nuevo testamento revelada
Primero se expresara en forma sintética y central y luego nos explayaremos, lo único que temo es relacionar de mas las cosas, pues son mi pasión las analogía, al igual que Pablo. Quien para encontrarlas era muy bueno o quizás sea gozamos del mismo y mejor maestro...
En el Edén, inalcanzable para Adán, el árbol de vida quedó custodiado por querubines y una espada flamígera, se dijo que el perfecto árbol de la vida sea el sistema sanguínea porque se parece, y a esto lo corrobora el hecho de que muchos procuran detener el envejecimiento haciendo trasfusiones de sangre de gente mas joven, por no hablar del mito del andenocromo. Pero perfectamente y sin licencia poética se podría entender a JESUS COMO EL VERDADERO ARBOL DE LA VIDA, PORQUE AL COMER DE EL NOS VOLVEMOS INMORTALES. Porque una cruz de madera la fabrico un carpintero, profesión de Jesús, y un cruz es la perfecta humanización del árbol, cabeza, brazos, piernas en ángulo rectos, otros signo del hombre, y Jesús se fusiona con el árbol en la crucificasion donde muere en sacrificio por la humanidad como el cordero divino. El árbol se volvió hombre y hombre se trasformo en el cordero divino que redime de pecado a todos los hombres, y de su costado brota sangre y agua, para regar la tierra para que de frutos que den vida eterna. Para Activar el ADN ya programado de la salvación en el pueblo de Dios para que si den frutos que no perezcan. Frutos que alimentaran a Dios para su inmortalidad para esta humanidad puntual.
Meditemos esto: Adán en un plano mas sutil donde podía comer de todo menos del árbol del conocimiento, desobedece al Padre seducido por la mujer seducida por la serpiente, y come y cae de plano, a uno mas denso, donde debe trabajar y donde envejecerá y morirá. Para redimirlo y libéralo de la caída y de la muerte, debe venir el Hijo de Dios para hacer exactamente el camino opuesto: en un plano imperfecto, debe obedecer al Padre bajo la máxima presión, razonando bien con todo el peso del diablo encima, pero invicto cruza el velo venciendo todos los recursos del adversario y como no peco, la muerte no lo puede retener y resucita con poder salvador. Pues su gran amor, su pasión, su misericordia lo doto de toda la luz necesaria para dominarlo todo en el cielo y en la tierra, incluida la oscuridad del inframundo. Si se quiere la espada flamígera que custodia al árbol de la vida son los "hombres violentos", mencionados en Mateos 11:12, que hay que superar para llegar al reino tras llegar a Jesús, el árbol de la vida. Porque esas tribulaciones es indispensable para que el proceso tenga éxito pues nuestro mismo sufrimiento, traspiración, esfuerzo, por alcanzar la luz es lo mismo que le permite a Jesús llegar a nosotros y defendernos de esos mismos hombres violentos que arrebatan el reino si no esta bien nutridos Jesús y Dios con nuestras buenas obras nuestra salvación corre peligro. Ellos nos dice lo que debemos hacer para que ellos nos protejan, si, ellos comen de nosotros pero con esa energía nos protegen a nosotros mismos. Asi ellos se llenan de luz, poder y alcance para derribar el mal que nos acosa ese es el alimento que Dios quiere, para que Jesús pueda atravesar todos los velos y neutralizar a los hombres violentos. "Quien aguantara en pie hasta que el llegue" dice Dios del mismo Jesús, en su afán por limpiar bien limpiado a Israel de todos su pecados, quienes son los que gritan "Yoooo!" yo aguantare!!!!
Ahora suena diferente: "Quien coma de mi no morirá jamás". Traspirar luz es la salvación. Generar luz. Irradiar luz. Claro que se refiere a comer su mensaje, sus palabras, su discurso que son las palabras de Dios que es la vibración de mas alta calidad, la primordial con la que Dios lo hizo todo. Al comer su palabra se activa en nosotros nuestra luz ya programada en el ADN. Porque recordemos que tanto Juan como Ezequiel se deben comer un libro, para predicarlo luego, eso es un símbolo de la luz programada en su ADN, pero esa programación en algún grado la tiene todas las semillas de Dios, que Jesús con sus palabras los debe activar, despertar, comiendo de El, se activa ese código en el ADN.
El cordero divino debía morir en la Cruz fusionado con el árbol, vertiendo su sangre en la tierra donde nacen arboles que nos alimentan, cuando lo atraviesan que brota de su costado? sangre y agua... agua?! donde y cuándos se vio eso? es imposible, eso tiene todo un poder simbólico, porque el agua que vierte sobre la tierra, lo que se llama regar, para humedecer la tierra y hace posible que el árbol absorba los minerales y con la luz del Sol (Dios = Luz) haga el proceso de fotosíntesis y viva y de flores y frutos y alimente a los hombres. Hay una unión analógica entre los minerales y nutrientes de la Tierra para los arboles comestibles y el ADN del hombre. Recordemos del símbolo de Jesús maldiciendo la higuera por no tener fruto fuera de estación!, ósea debemos dar frutos a tiempo y a destiempo, que si lo exigió es porque se puede! en MIQUEAS 7 Dios se queja de la mala conducta de su pueblo y dice algo como "Yo con tanto hambre y ni un fruto en las ramas..." Dios come de nuestras buenas obras. Que los arboles infructuosos, las uvas agrias y la cizaña, al fuego eterno.

La Fotosíntesis es: agua + sales + luz = energía. Eso no queda muy lejos de lo que debemos hacer nosotros. Con la informacion que Jesus no da y transformala en luz y eso no es tan simbolico porque los buros pueden ver como el aura se ilumina, al amar, al comprender, al perdonar a ser liberado, sanado de obsesiones o miedos. "Tu tiene la palabra que da vida" le dice Pedro a Jesus sobre porque no abandonarlo. Pero esta en nosotros hacer ese trabajo. Paralelamente la "fotosíntesis" que nosotros debemos hacer es: CRISTO: AGUA + DIOS: LUZ = VIDA INMORTAL​

Nosotros, el pueblo de Dios somos el alimento de Dios para su inmortalidad, ojo si nosotros fracasamos, Dios seguirá existiendo pues lo real es aquello que sigue existiendo luego que dejamos de pensar en ello, como dijo alguien, pero para esta humanidad nosotros somos la comida de Dios para su inmortalidad, ósea la existencias de Dios será posible para esta nuestra humanidad sin nosotros lo alimentamos con la mejor calidad, (y por supuesto todo kosher). Que si no es así la oscuridad se lo engullirá todo, "tus pecado Israel han creado una muralla entre tu y yo" dice en un momento en Isaías y en esa oscuridad los enemigos se hacen un festín con su pueblo esquilándolo con desprecio y maldad.
Es la palabra de Jesús bien comida y bien meditada lo que activa en nosotros la facultad de dar frutos que deben estar acompañado de tribulación, ese traspire son los dientes de la llave que abre la puerta que ilumina y potencie a Dios. (Miren que acierto en el guion de Dune, Paul recibe un gran poder por soportar un gran dolor, ahi esta todo). Un proverbio dice "si bajo presión fracasas, indicas debilidad" porque el holgura todos somos dadivosos, ahora en escases y conflictos? Tanto Pablo como Pedro indican que esta bien sufrir por pecador pero mucho mas sufrir por ser justo, en un mundo que reina la hipocresía... eso anula muchas preguntas a Dios sobre sus "injusticias" como dijo alguien "no importan las injustica del mundo, lo que importa es que hagamos nosotros con ellas" correcto además si Dios se queja de las injusticia del mundo, como le vamos a devolver la pregunta a El, es obvio que somos nosotros los que con trabajo y oración debemos imponer la justica en la Tierra para que la ley de la razón domine la ley de la selva, de nuestro cuerpo e instintos.
Entonces fe=luz=agua=fuego=vida=palabra de Dios= vida, amor, fe, voluntad, resiliencia, salivación=inmortalidad de Dios.
Entonces luz y agua = Cristo. lo que hace que la naturaleza produzca frutos de alimentación. Y luz y agua = Cristo lo que al comer activa en nosotros el ADN programado para no morir puenteando la muerte y el deseo del NOM de fusionarnos con una IA, que el obvio sentido de la vida es fusionarnos con Dios. volver a casa, luego de toda la aventura esta.
ahora a los siguiente le dará otra lectura mas profunda:
"Quien beba de mi no tendrá mas sed... Yo soy el pan vivo bajado del cielo... Yo soy la vid." no solo se pan vivirá el hombre sino de cada palabra que salga de la boca de Dios... Dios a Jesús lo llama el germen o el brote. También recodemos que de la nueva Jerusalén salen ríos de agua cristalina que regaran arboles que sus hojas servirán de medicina a las naciones. Todo comenzó con arboles prosiguió con arboles en forma de cruz y termina con estos arboles medicinales.
Y le damos mas vueltas aun, el Sol, la luz y su calor evaporan el agua y hacen las nubes, y como nube Dios se le manifestó a los hebreos en el desierto, y Pablo dijo que hay había una analogía del bautismo cristiano sumergiéndose en agua, entonces cae la lluvia que humedece el suelo y los arboles se nutren de minerales para florezcan y fructifiquen, lo mismo con nosotros con la palabra de Dios al comer de Jesús.... que los que comieron el mana murieron pero los que coman de Jesús son inmortales.
"Dejar de pesar en uno y pensar en los demás es el mas claro signo de maduración" "El hombre que siembra un árbol sabiendo que nunca se sentara en su sombra, es un hombre que comprendió el sentido de la vida" "El que no vive para servir no sirve para vivir" no importa quien lo dijo esas frases son patrimonio y fruto de toda la humanidad y esos frutos son buenas señales que las primicias de la cosecha para Dios estan listas.
Otro dato mas escuche que la palabra “Yahve” también tiene el mismo sonido de fuego, ósea lo primordial para que se produzca la fotosíntesis en la flora pero paralelamente en el hombre es la capacidad de transformar la información en luz. Mas redondo imposible. La magistral terminación de la obra de Dios.
Jesús dijo quien se esfuerce por comprender, yo le daré mas entendimiento" ven? al esforzarse le abro las puertas, es un trabajo sincopado, mancomunado pero si me esfuerzo sin las cuentas claras será en vano, ojo, alguien dijo “si existe la inspiración siempre me encuentra trabajando”, es que asi es como se activa justamente la inspiración = arduo trabajo. Las puertas del reino se abren con nuestro esfuerzo por la luz. Por eso la perfecta justica de las palabas de Pablo “es necesario pasar por muchas tribulaciones para entrar al reino”. No es un capricho de Dios, es el mecanismo mismo que demuestra si somos aptos o no. Ese trabajo son los dientes de la llave que abren la puerta "yo le mostrare a este lo que hay que sufrir para entrar al reino" dice Jesús sobre Pablo. No es sadismo, es funcionalidad pura, si nos matamos por una copa del mundo que no hacer por aquello no perecedero?! Si, es arduo pero soportable humanamente y si usurpadores lo quieren volver insoportable Dios ordena palizas… Pero en la parte justa de la lucha se llenan de luz Dios y Jesús y esa misma luz hacer caer del cielo a satanás del cielo, una y otra vez hasta la ultima y final al lago de azufre. Es algo mecánico. Lógico. Natural.
Y hay mas, Jesús era el ayudante de su padre carpintero, que hace un carpintero? trabaja con la madera de los arboles y hace cosas útiles para facilitar la vida de los hombres, con arboles comenzó todo y termino todo, porque una cruz esta hecha de madera, y Jesús se fusiona con el arbol pero no para perdición como Adan sino para salvación e inmortalidad. La madera con el oro son, quizás los materiales mas nobles del mundo y de ambas cosas estaba hecha el arca de la alianza el receptáculo de Dios que contenía: la vara de Aron, el mana y las tablas de la ley. ósea árbol, pan y pan espiritual porque no solo de pan vivirá el hombre sino de cada palabra que salga de Dios. Dios nos hizo ignorantes y hambriento para colmarnos en ambos sentidos. y ambas cosas muchas veces se funden.
Entonces la sangre de Jesús es el agua de vida que al ser integrada activa nuestro ADN PARA QUE DEMOS FRUTOS, LA POSIBILIAD DE SALVACION Y DE INMORTALIDAD. EL JUSTO EN SU VEJES FLORECERAS ...DICE EN UN SALMO.
RECORDEMOS QUE no todos la humanidad es de la misma familia por ende la palabra de Dios en cada uno hará un efecto diferente y opuesto por eso de la boca de Jesús en el apocalipsis sale una espada de dos filo, para las dos cosechas, los que crean y para los que no crean.
El hombre como la luz es onda y partícula es decir alma y cuerpo, es decir, luz y agua, los portales que activan el ADN al comer y beber de Jesus, asi el vive en nosotros y bloquea el mal, la matrix, el astral, el demonio que nos dio su mente. Porque cuando el diablo nos quiere tumbar la fe con sus dardos incendiarios super potentes y nosotros creemos que es nuestro discernimiento lo que esta peleando como gato pansa arriba contra esas diabólicas inquisiciones, pero no, es el, Jesús en nosotros. peleando alma por alma. Por eso están bueno comer mucho de El y “retener” ósea memorizar, a muchos que entran en su camino la primer tarea es aprenderse de memoria salmos, que quizás sea el grado mas puro de Dios, Manos a la obra... el hombre es barro lo que importa es lo que tenga a dentro, que mejor que tener a Dios mismo “los que me responda iremos con mi Padre y haremos morada en el”. ALELUYA.
Y la antítesis de todo esto también es verdad, porque la elite se sabe que no quiere nuestro despertar y nos da black go, grafeno, fluor, chemsitral 5g, Monsanto. Pero lo peor de todo es cuando tocan nuestros cosas sobre todo los alimentos, presten atención, muchas gente al pasarte cosas innecesariamente la pasa de una mano a la otra, se que eso se neutraliza tomándolo con la izquierda y pasadlo a la derecha, cuando uno hace eso su enojo es evidente, y eso lo dice todo "BRUJO DETECTADO" y toda esa contaminación bien sazonada con muchos pecados de la porno-ilumiantis hasta en la sopa, y todo esto actua como alquitrán con brea caliente entre los electrones y el nucleo de nuestro átomos atrofiándonos y Madonna en Rio nos parece cool... porque el pecado nos disminuye los sentidos y ya ni acordamos como éramos antes y las alturas que accedíamos volando con Dios de la mano comiendo de sus dulces manjares de su arbol de la vida: Jesús. Despertar que Jesús quiere otra juventud.
No olvidemos que Dios iba desarraigar esta planta porque no daba frutos para liberar el lugar para otra mas fructífera, peor Jesús se jugo por nosotros y le prepuso no déjala yo la regaré, abonaré, podare y dara fruto pero si no da, si la liberamos el lugar… “ demos frutos por el amor de Dios” frutos de santidad de inmortalidad para que Dios sea glorificado entre sus adversarios para que no se puedan mofar que su obra le salió mal.
Todo Esta escrito en el ADN que el diablo trata de hakear pero “conoce la verdad ella te liberara” porque Dios nos dio la libertad para que logremos cumplir el destino, vaya paradoja no? y es dando todo de uno, es como se abre los portales para que luz de Dios nos venga socorrer. Otra hermosa paradoja es que si recuerdo que todo esta escrito me oscurezco y con migo todo mi entorno y todo nos vamos al seol, pero si me creo libre me ilumino y mi onda positiva atraerá a un salvable (a que le esta nota) y recibirá la palabra de Dios y todo porque me creí libre... lo ven? Tambien esta en nuestro ADN que tengamos un líder que “la creación sin Jesús no tiene sentido” como dicen varios pensadores.
Otra cosa que nos libera del determinante destino escrito y abre todas las posibilidades es la existencia del multiverso, ahí ya no ahí escusa para luchar para trasformase en la mejor versión de uno mismo. Porque en el infinito mutliverso siempre habrá un universo donde cada uno de nosotros es salvo y transformarse en ese YO, no hay lucha que mas valga la pena. Otra razón para dar lo mejor de si es que así el concepto general de la humanidad para Dios subirá pues para Dios todos contamos como uno, y asi será mas factible la salvación y fíjense esto: uno será el destino de las almas que no entraron al reino pero la humedad se salvo, y otro será el destino de las almas sino hay mas humanidad en el plano físico. Que es lo que quiere el diablo con el NOM iluminati. comprendió lo importante que aunque sea suba un nivel. No quiera ser perfecto solo suba un nivel, solo aspirar todos los días ser un poquito mejor, menos violencia, chismografía, pornografía, vciosn, y mas amor, virtud, altruismo, generosidad, perdón. Pero sin pausa y sin prisa como las estrellas, que “en el cielo hay mas felicidad por un pecador arrepentido que por cien santo que no necesitan corrección”, y “los que se me acerquen Yo les hago gustar la salvación” dice un salmo, pues claro el siendo luz a su lado veo con claridad lo primordial de valorar lo primordial mi salvación y dia de toda la humanidad.
Pero porque la crucifixión de Jesús contiene este mecanismo interno? Esta sutil estructura funciona como el esqueleto o cimiento de todo el reino de la luz, que por esa profunda y bien cimentada raíz, desbaratara el reino del mal, la oscuridad, la matriz, los brujos que dominan este mundo en las sombras, y repercutirá en nuestro plano con mas coherencia e inteligencia en los gobiernos del mundo, en la ONU, la OMS, en FMI, en la OTAN, en el FBI, etc. Si, hoy todos ellos camina con los pies y piensan con la cabeza pero estaba escrito asi, estamos en los tiempos finales.
Nosotros vemos solo la forma, al Cristo crucificado, pero si no contuviera esta estructura interna no tendría poder, pero no podría no conternerla porque la forma es el contenido y viceversa. Shequespeare decía la realidad esta hecha con madera de los sueños. Sueños queda muy cerca de la 4 dimensiona, del plano astral, del mundo invisible que nos rodea, forma y conforma, la quisquillosos ley mosaica era un mdo de vivi en este plano estando en armonía en aquel plano porque todo repercute. Robar, matar, envidiar, calumniar, repercute mal no es lo mismo etrar a un templo que entrar a un cabaret no es lo mismo un matrimonio haciendo el amor, que dos hombre penetrándose por el ano… la percusiones de alguno pecado son deplorables y desbastadoras. Escuche bien: “Yo soy la vid…Yo soy el pan de la vida eterna, coman de mi…” Si alguno tiene sed, venga a mí y beba. 38 El que cree en mí, como dice la Escritura, de su interior correrán ríos de agua viva. A que ahora tiene otro sonido?
Y esto que aquí vemos que hace la luz, igualmente lo hace la oscuridad y la falsa luz, bien lo sabrán los brujo y paganos con sus miles de vueltas para sus fechorías en las magias negras, hechizos o ritos. Algunos muy inextricables otros muy simples como contemplar una espiga de trigo, esto en el mito de Cibeles. Los ritos satánicos ni los mencionaremos por su asquerosidad YAHVE TE RERÉDA SATAN. pero tampoco caiga en la falsa luz porque solo ahí salvación en la Biblia todo se trata de Yahvé versus dioses paganos y No hay nada nuevo bajo el sol.
Y otra pregunta que nos podríamos hacer, que es lo que determina que sea asi y no de otra forma? Algo mucho mas solido que lo que determina el precio a nutras cosas y es nuestra naturaleza, nuestra bilogía, el hecho que tengamos dos hemisferios uno racional uno emocional, el hecho que estemos en la 3 dimensión de la creación. Nuestro particular ADN, La caída de Adán, el hecho fundamental de estar compuesto por 4 esferas, lo espiritual, lo mental, lo emocional y lo físico. Y un extenso etcétera. No es un capricho divino, por esto no tiene sentido la rebelión contra Dios como dice el salmo dos, Dios simplemente quiere lo superior sobre lo inferior, el diablo al revés solo para obtener licencia para destruirte por pecador en el juicio perpetuo que ejecuta simultáneamente mientras estamos acá. Ahora vemos claramente que como un motor fusiona porque respeta miles de leyes igualmente es en el plano espiritual, y con mas razón aun siendo que este es superior y mas elevado y cimiente del plano físico.
CONCEJO: NO DEJES AHORA QUE LA MATRIZ LE BORRONEE TODO ESTO. QUE EL TRIGO INTELIGENTE A PESAR DE NO LLEGAR EL SEMBRADOR POR SU COSECHA, NO SE DEJA NI COMER POR LOS PAJARON, NI PODRIR POR LA LLUVIA, NI SECAR POR EL SOL. TIENE VIDA PROPIA Y ES INAGOTABLE PORQUE LO CREEN EN EL SEÑOR SE LE RENUEVAN LAS FUERZA AD INFINITUM!!!!
COMPARTA TODO ESTO, GRÍTELO DESDE LOS TEJADOS QUE NADA SE PIERDE TODO SE TRASFORMA, LUZ EN MAS LUZ. Y FUE EL ULTIMO MANDAMIENTO: ID A LA NACIONES Y HACED DISCÍPULOS MIOS. MANOS A LA OBRA. Y SI USTED QUIERE SER DISCÍPULO DE JESUS? COMA DE SU CARNE Y BEBA DE SU SANGRE. Y LEER ESTE TEXTO FUE EXACTAMENTE ESO: ESCUCHAR SU PALARBA Y MEDITAR EN SU PENSAMIENTO, PARA QUE EL VIVA EN NOSOTROS Y NOSOTROS EN EL PARA QUE PODAMOS DECIR COMO PABLO “YO TENGO LA MENTE DE CRISTO. FIGENCE QUE ESTO MISMO ERA LO QUE SE HACIA CON LO CORDEROS OFREDADOS A DIOS COMIDOS EN SU PRESENCIA. DEUT 16. GLORIA A DIOS.
DIOS LOS BENDIGA.
ALABADO SEA DIOS YAHVE Y JESUS CRISTOREY UNIVERSAL
ANEXO AL FINAL COMO COMENZO TODO ESTO
En una oportunidad creí encontrar una clave en la biblia y era que muchas veces el autor del AT parece que habla del fin de todo lo fines, pero luego agrega un comentario donde revela que se refería a ese hecho puntual de algún tramo de las historias contenidas dentro del antiguo testamento, (y fíjense en el Apocalipsis de Juan ocurrirá lo opuesto). Y me dije: y que si es una clave que uno debe descubrir, porque si, en realidad el autor si se refería al fin de todo, pero luego se le adoso un comentario para despistar. Pero no para el que deba encontrar la clave, bueno me hice toda esa película y Jesús ahí me dijo: "Lo que debes encontrar aun, es algo del nuevo testamento muy pequeño pero muy redondo y revelador" y anoche por fin con una ayuda de El se me revelo por fin este hermosos símbolo de la Biblia, y esto luego de 3 o 4 años de suplicas, y es lo siguiente.

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Crafted By Her

One year ago mybest friend passed away tragically, leaving his mother and a younger sister behind. His sister is 19, I had met her 3 years ago for the first time, and I thought that she was really pretty and exactly my type (good girl, but also a bit tomboyish and girly at the same time) and I respected her as my best friend's sister, so I kept my feelings for her for myself. I treated her like she was my own sister, instead of thinking about how happy we'd be together.

I went to visit her mother because she was having trouble with the ceiling, needed to put a barrier on the balcony and to install the things that surround the light bulbs. I dont know how you call them in english.
Her husband also passed away, and she's a widow with a low income job and a girl to raise, and my father told me to check in on them once in a while and help them in case they need some help in the house for things to fix
Turns out the issue was that the ceiling leaked in her daughter's room, so I went there. The girl still had a very chilhood sort of bedroom with decorations, and she herself seemed to be so different. I greeted her and shook her hand as we do over here, and she kept studyin g on her desk. I opened the windows to remove the old satellite and install the new receiver, and noticed that there were some crumbs on the side of the window. I asked her about the crumbs, and she said "it's for a little bird that comes to visit me every day"
and I said "ok". Sounds fine... until I found out later, by another friend of mine, that the girl is heavily depressed and hasnt stepped out of home for days since her brother died, and that in college she endured some sort of abuse by some guys, there is a trial going on, this friend said we should do something for her as she is our best friend's sister, and we should protect her, and this also makes sense because I saw in her room packets of a medicine that I looked up and turns out it's an antidepressant. Actually she looked so different from the last time I saw her, she was very pretty, wearing girly summer dresses and long hair and looked so pretty and lovely and now she seems so pale, wears baggy clothes and turtlenecks and seems sort of "without will to live"
and the silly thing she said about the bird worries me too. I feel like that bird is the only interaction she has had in a while. At some point while I was asking her questions about the things to fix, it seemed like she was turning red about to cry. Like, something was very wrong.
I said "I know you miss him, but you have to be strong, for your mom at least" and she said "I dont know... everything is over now. they're not coming back anymore. mom knows that, I know that" (she lost her brother, and also her father a few years earlier).
I did the things I had to do, but I tried to involve her. Like, I asked "where is the hammer? do you have some nails like this one?" and she went looking for things for me in the house in case they already had them, and she tried her best to look for them. even if she didnt find all the things, I always said "ok dont worry, I'm gonna buy them on the store here close to your house"
After I finished, I tried to clean up the place, but she said "no dont worry, I'll clean up. you already did a lot for us thank you" with a very sad face.
I didnt tell her mother anything, I'm sure she's already aware of how her daughter is, but I cant help but think about her. I'm so worried. Should I talk to her mom? Even if I do, what am I supposed to say? I'm just his brother's friend, not someone important for her.

I just shot a wedding recently and was completely blown away by the restrictions they implemented for ceremonies. Before I explain, I should state that I'm Catholic, and a majority of my weddings are Catholic or in a Catholic church, so I know how to be respectful of the mass while capturing it. I've shot in small churches, cathedrals, and basilicas, and have never run into anything like this.
Anyway, I arrive after shooting the morning activities and am met by who I can assume is the event coordinator for the church. She's an older woman who was polite enough (to begin with) but she explains to me that I can stand no further than the 5th pew from the back for the procession, and must move to the back of the church and stay there for the remainder of the ceremony. I can move along the sides, but no further than the 5th row. To me, this is ridiculous, as the space is fairly large. My business is small, I shoot weddings with my wife, and we have one long lens capable of shooting a wedding from the back of a damn church between the two of us. This has worked just fine for us for the last 7 years of doing this since I generally have the freedom to move around. I bring up to her that this is going to be a problem for me since I won't be able to capture the photos that my client is expecting based on my prior work. She says "I don't make the rules, I just enforce them. The priest makes the rules." She mentions that a big part of the reasoning is that I would be in the way of their live stream of the ceremony. I find this hard to believe since they have several cameras in the back, all of which are at least 10-12ft above seating space, and a professional technician in a booth managing the stream (this is a church in a very wealthy city in case you couldn't tell).
I know the bride and groom quite well, so I was comfortable talking with them about the matter, asking the bride if she knew about these restrictions beforehand. She is shocked and tells me to just do whatever I need to do to do my job, stating that she cares way more about her pictures than she does a livestream. She also sends her attendants to talk to the priest about it, whom they know really well. The priest later finds me and says as long as I'm respectful and not distracting I can move further up as needed, which I of course would do anyway. I'm not sure if this was mentioned to the coordinator, but she was definitely with the priest when the attendants brought up the issue.
Cut to the ceremony and I do what I was told by the event coordinator as best I can. I'm kind of boy scout with rules and don't want to make enemies with anyone, so I just tried to make the best of it. However, it didn't take long to realize that this was going to be an issue. My second shooter (my wife) is basically useless for the entire ceremony. We can't get any photos of the bride and groom's parents or family since they're in the front row. I can barely get shots of the musicians because of the layout of the church. The way the decor and seating are arranged, we can't even get photos of the bridal party, even if we had longer lenses. By the time we get to the Marian Devotion portion of their mass, I have had enough. After struggling to get a shot that the bride and groom explicitly said they wanted, I send my second discretely up the front to capture it, but we were too late in the end.
Upon heading to the back of the church, the event coordinator walks up to my wife and sternly tells her that she's being disruptive and can't go up that far for photos, which drives me over the edge. I confront her (quietly of course) saying that their rules are hindering our ability to do the job that we were paid to do. She reiterates that she doesn't make the rules, to which I respond that I received permission from the person who does, as well as the bride. Her response is, and I quote, "Well that's just not cool." She then tells us that we're moving around too much and too quickly and being distracting. Apparently, casually and quietly walking around the edges of the church, as instructed, qualifies as such. Never mind the two dozen small children that are making noise and running around, or the crying babies being taken from their pews to the back of the church. We are the distraction. She spends the rest of the mass talking behind our backs to her little henchman helping her with the ceremony, both of whom stare daggers at us the rest of the ceremony.
I've never had to deal with something like this before. Sure I've worked with restrictions, but never anything this rigid. I fully understand that it's their facility and they can make the rules however they please, and I'm sure they're there for a reason. However, when you are permitted by the person who makes said rules to bend them a bit, I don't think there's an excuse to be made. To me, this was very clearly someone who was given a small amount of power and takes it to a level of seriousness that is completely unnecessary. Likely because she can't do so anywhere else in her life.
I also get that there's an argument to the made that if I'm going to shoot weddings then I should have all the necessary equipment to do so, which I believe that I do. Does it help that I have to share that equipment with my second? No, but again, it's worked out just fine for the entirety of my career. This is my side gig, and we all know how expensive equipment can be.
So, my question is whether I should reach out to the church with my experience in hopes of inspiring some sort of change for future photographers. Again, I know there are plenty of places that operate like this (if not worse) and at the end of the day, we all have to make do. This particular set of circumstances, and how it was managed on their end, just don't sit well with me though. I'm curious to hear your thoughts.

Round 2, Pick 33 - Keon Coleman, WR, Florida State:
NFL: After trading back twice on Thursday, the Bills stick at 33 and take a big, physical and athletically gifted target. Coleman isn't fast and isn't a deep threat, but he can win in a variety of ways. But who will Josh Allen's deep threat be? Stay tuned.
CBS Sports: C-. “X” receiver for a WR-needy team. Plays faster than his combine speed but doesn’t separate consistently and isn’t as good of a contested-catch wideout as his size and highlight-reel would indicate. Young though.
ESPN: After trading back twice, the Bills addressed the team's most significant position of need with Coleman, a big outside receiver with the ability to make splash plays -- 12 receiving touchdowns on contested catches since the start of 2022, second-most in the FBS, however, only a 31.7% contested catch percentage in 2023 -- to create separation and a release that general manager Brandon Beane described as "about as good as any." Beane acknowledged that while he's "probably not" going to run away from defenders, Buffalo feels his play speed is faster than the speed he showed at the combine -- 4.61 40-yard dash -- also noting that they liked his athletic ability that came from playing basketball. The Bills needed starting-level talent at outside receiver and Coleman, who turns 21 in May, fits into what Buffalo was looking for, while the team was still able to move back and add picks.
NFL Absolutely Not Fake News: Believes that knitting is the original “Netflix and chill”.
Round 2, Pick 60 - Cole Bishop, S, Utah:
NFL: Safety was a big need for the Bills, and they go back to the Utes for help after taking Dalton Kincaid in Round 1 a year ago. Bishop is a very good athlete and field general who can play the post safety spot and cover a lot of ground. He played like the QB of the Utes' defense the past two years and could be a rookie starter for Buffalo.
CBS Sports: A-. Large, intimidating safety with magnificent movement skill. The QB of the defense. Aligns everywhere. Can wear many hats. Excelled as slot defender and vs. TEs in coverage and runs the alley on outside runs as well as any safety in the class. Ball skills and tackling must improve. Short arms. Need filled.
ESPN: Another pick for the Bills in the second round, another big need addressed. Drafting Bishop adds someone who can compete for a starting role this season, in addition to being a potential answer in the secondary after moving on from Jordan Poyer this offseason while Micah Hyde continues to contemplate retirement. Bishop has the ability to move all over the field, along with speed -- 4.45 40-yard dash -- and many of the qualities and instincts the Bills look for at the position.
NFL Absolutely Not Fake News: He always weebles and wobbles, but he won’t ever fall down.
Round 3, Pick 95 - DeWayne Carter, DT, Duke:
NFL: When I first watched Carter at the Senior Bowl, I wrote in my notes: "rolling ball of knives." Carter's game doesn't have a lot of pretty to it, but he's a scheme disruptor with his low center of gravity, ferocious style and nasty demeanor.
CBS Sports: B+. Active, high-energy interior rusher who’s on the ground a bit more than what’s desired because of his frenetic style. But it also gets him to the football more often than most DTs. Flashes of swim move and spin just needs to utilize them more. Length is a plus and he works hard vs. run. Some power too. Fills niche need on Buffalo’s defensive front. Needs to use his length better on passing downs.
ESPN: Using the pick acquired via the trade with the Kansas City Chiefs on Thursday, the Bills addressed another hole with Carter bringing depth at defensive tackle. The three-technique tackle will have the opportunity to continue to develop -- potentially as Ed Oliver's backup -- adding to a defensive tackle room that has limited young talent. The Bills didn't draft a defensive tackle last year due to the way the board fell, but the team was able to add to the rotation early this year.
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Round 4, Pick 128 - Ray Davis, RB, Kentucky:
NFL: Davis has overcome a lot to reach this level, and though he lacks long speed, he can be a Zack Moss-like player for the Bills. Davis' vision and wicked spin move have left a few defenders in a blender.
CBS Sports: C. Compact, older RB with plus stop-start ability, married to his feet well. Can deploy multiple cuts in a run to make defenders miss. Good, not amazing overall elusiveness though. Quicker than fast too. Will work hard to fight through contact. Has the skills to be fine complementary RB in NFL.
ESPN: With Davis, the Bills add a needed bigger back -- 5-foot-8, 211-pounds -- to pair with James Cook, but also someone who has the ability to catch the football (seven touchdown catches in 2023, tied with Najee Harris for the most by any SEC running back in a season in the last 25 years). Buffalo had a variety of veterans complimenting Cook last season, but Davis, 24, will give Buffalo a power runner and another younger presence in the room, albeit with plenty of collegiate experience from two seasons at Temple, two at Vanderbilt and one at Kentucky.
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Round 5, Pick 141 - Sedrick Van Pran-Granger, C, Georgia:
NFL: He's a tough, durable competitor with good anchor strength and three years starting experience for an SEC power, although SVP's lack of athleticism and smaller frame might make him a center-only projection.
CBS Sports: A-. Multi-year starter in the SEC with wrestler’s mentality. Battles through the whistle every snap. Mobility stands out. Explosive short-area quicks. Doesn’t have supreme length and clearly has to add weight/strength to his game. Methodically carries out run-game duties with ease. Second-level climbs etc. Older prospect but comes with high floor.
ESPN: This offseason, the Bills moved on from the team's starting center, Mitch Morse, and backup Ryan Bates. Last year's left guard Connor McGovern is set to slide over to the starting role. Adding Van Pran-Granger brings depth at center -- he allowed one sack his entire career in 1,337 pass-blocking plays, according to Sports Info Solutions -- and a strong candidate for the future at the position with significant starting experience (he started the last three seasons at center for Georgia).
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Round 5, Pick 160 - Edefuan Ulofoshio, LB, Washington:
NFL: In recent years, Buffalo has taken some interesting shots on linebackers in Rounds 3-7, and Ulofoshio continues that trend. He was one of the final players in my top 100 prospect list with his excellent speed, intense style and special teams experience, even if injuries have clouded his projection.
CBS Sports: A-. Six-year LB who starred for a long time as a full-time player in Washington’s program. Big-time tester and it shows on the field. Just takes a second to diagnose. Keen block-avoider as he’s sifting through traffic. Smooth athlete all around but doesn’t quite play to his workout. Reliable tackler who also flashed coverage skill down the seam. High-floor pick here. Crowded LB room.
ESPN: The Bills lost major special teams contributors this offseason, including linebacker Tyrel Dodson and defensive back Siran Neal, while captain linebacker Tyler Matakevich remains a free agent. Ulofoshio adds depth to the linebacker room, but perhaps more importantly, he can find a role on this roster as someone who can make an impact on special teams, an area of priority for the Bills. He has experience from playing six years at Washington, and while he dealt with multiple significant injuries in 2021 and 2022, he played every game in 2023 and earned Washington's Guy Flaherty Most Inspirational Award, the program's oldest and most prestigious honor.
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Round 5, Pick 168 - Javon Solomon, DE, Troy:
NFL: Solomon was a highly productive rusher the past few years in an unusual frame. He's short and undersized at 6-foot-1 and 247 pounds but with nearly 34-inch arms and huge hands. That extra length helps Solomon get to the quarterback, along with his quick burst and non-stop motor. An interesting study for sure.
CBS Sports: A. Burst, bend, speed predicated outside EDGE. Small frame but serious length. Unique build. Doesn’t get engulfed by bigger blockers as much as expected because of his speed-to-power conversion. Hand work is good, not amazing and can flatten to the QB. Motor hums on every play. Bills needed this type of quick winner on the outside.
ESPN: Solomon provides depth at edge rusher, another position of need for Buffalo. He led the FBS with 16 sacks last season and totaled 31.5 sacks since the start of 2021 (also most in the FBS), in addition to 49 career tackles for loss (third in Sun Belt history). Being a Day 3 selection, finding a special teams role will be important for Solomon. He'll also have the opportunity to develop behind the likes of Greg Rousseau, Von Miller -- someone that Solomon has modeled his game after -- and AJ Epenesa.
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Round 6, Pick 204 - Tylan Grable, OT, UCF:
NFL: He's a converted Jacksonville State tight end who became a solid left tackle the past two years at UCF. Grable is a quality athlete with great length and potential to be groomed at center, even if he's still learning how to play O-line.
CBS Sports: B. Height and length type at OT who probably plays guard at the next level. Smooth athleticism and can sustain speed throughout the play. Not just quick. Hands are more active and heavy than they are accurate. Good depth add here with positional versatility. Can grow into his frame.
ESPN: Grable started his collegiate career as a walk-on tight end at Jacksonville State, but transitioned to offensive line starting in 2019 and then started 27 games at left tackle while at UCF. He will compete for a roster spot in an offensive line room with veteran players, and said he's prepared to make a switch to a different position if needed. General manager Brandon Beane said that Grable is "gonna have to continue to work on his lower body strength, his power to move guys in the run game, but has great feet you know for pass pro."
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Round 6, Pick 219 - Daequan Hardy, CB, Penn State:
NFL: His return skills might be what keeps him in the league, as Hardy lacks the mass and strength to hold up full time on defense, but sub-4.4 speed is always appealing in a DB.
CBS Sports: A-. Case for most sudden, twitch-up athlete at CB in the class. Super speedy too. Plus recovery talent. Explosiveness in every movement. Not always sticky in coverage but does have high-caliber reps. Check Ohio State game. Erratic tackling and hard to get off blockers because of his size. Chippy in trying to make plays on screens.
ESPN: Hardy brings depth at the cornerback position and skills as a returner. In 2023, he tied the Penn State record for most punt return touchdowns in a season (two) and finished seventh in punt return average (14.6) in school history. Beane noted that if not for the new return rules, he's not sure if they would have picked Hardy, but "this guy can play one of the backup corner spots, but also he's a really nice returner." Buffalo lost multiple players at the returner spot in free agency, and with more focus on it going into this season, Hardy will have the opportunity to compete for the role.
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Round 7, Pick 221 - Travis Clayton, OT, England:
NFL: The Brit, who is 6-foot-7 and 301 pounds with 35-inch arms, ran a 4.81-second 40-yard dash at South Florida's pro day and immediately put himself on scouts' radars late in the process. He's a total project but might be a terrific find with some seasoning, thanks to those unusual athletic traits.
CBS Sports: C+. At 6-foot-7 and 300 pounds with 35-inch arms and a sub 5.00 40-yard dash, this is a ridiculous athlete who is new to football from London.
ESPN: Despite the Bills never seeing Clayton play football, he's an intriguing addition to develop. The initial projection is as an offensive tackle for the 6-foot-7, 303-pound boxer and former rugby player from England after offensive line coach Aaron Kromer came away from watching tape of his workouts. Notably, he ran a 4.79 40-yard dash, faster than all offensive linemen who competed at the combine in the last 10 years. He'll have an opportunity to show the Bills exactly how his skills will translate and what he may be capable of in the NFL, especially as he does not count for a roster spot as part of the International Player Pathway program.
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I currently own one raptor 700, I'm looking to get another. I'd need a way to transport both, so I want a trailer - specifically an enclosed cargo trailer, that way I can lock the quads up to feel more comfortable taking them somewhere overnight.
I've just got one minor constraint to work with here. My "truck" is a ford maverick; it's only rated to pull 2000 pounds. I don't have a hitch yet, but I am getting one next week (even if I don't buy a trailer, I want the hitch as some sort of a recovery point for when I inevitably do something stupid and get it stuck in sand).
The trailer I'm looking at is a 6x12 Carry-On trailer - it's just under a thousand pounds empty, which is the lightest of this size I can find. This with a couple raptor 700s in it should keep me under 2000 pounds just fine.
But I went to physically measure the interior of the trailer. Apparently, the "12 feet" is measured from the tip of the bull nose, not the rectangular area. It's about 141" in length from the tip of the bull nose, or 130" from the edge of the rectangular area, & the interior width is about 68".
Each quad is about 73" long and 46" wide, so I cannot fit two either nose to nose or side by side (as I'd have 146" of length or 92" of width).
My gut tells me from looking at the inside of the trailer that there's an angle I'd be able to load them at and make them fit. Either that, or make some sort of platform to raise one axle of a quad to decrease the horizontal distance that it takes up. Otherwise, potentially offsetting the wheels of one atv in order to place a wheel from the other atv between the first atv's wheel and front grab bar, which'd allow me to put the two closer together... At least, I think so. I don't currently have a second quad so I can't mess around with them to see how they'd fit. And I don't want to pull the trigger on buying another quad or trailer unless I'm sure the quad would fit in the trailer.
Has anyone put two raptor 700s (or similarly sized quads) in a trailer this size before? is it reasonable to load them both in a trailer of this size? Have any of you ran into problems with not having nearly enough space in your trailer, but having some creative solutions?
Alternatively, the only reason I want an enclosed trailer is for overnight security of the quads. I am also open to other theft-prevention solutions and using a flatbed trailer instead. Any insight with any of this would be helpful!

I've got a 2019 Sierra Denali. I drove a 2024 Denali Ultimate today, considering an upgrade. We arrived at a number for the new truck that I'd be very comfortable with but I can't get over a couple items on the 2024's.
First, I don't like the 22" wheel. Not at all. I vastly prefer my 2019 20" wheels with the larger tire. It just looks more "truck". If I went with the '24 I might actually ask them to swap wheels/tires between them.
Second, allegedly most/all of the more recent 24's are missing the full fender fillers in the rear? I'm not sure if this was entirely accurate since some of the others on the lot had the full rear filler. I really prefer the more finished look with the fillers back there. Is this an easy aftermarket add?
I guess other than those items the 2024 is slick. I was on the fence about the black grill vs the chrome I have now, but it was harder to hate the black in person (on a silver truck). The interior is quite an upgrade, for sure. That bigger display would be life changing. I didn't try the Super Cruise but I bet that's pretty slick too.
I promised to decide one way or another by this time tomorrow. I'm hoping some of you fine people on this sub can help sway me one way or another. Thanks in advance!

I've been thinking about the severe lack of high gothic units in the guard's model line, I know we have a small amount of characters but I think we're outright lacking any high gothic units outside the agents. I know things are mainly geared towards utilitarian miltary in that field for Guard, but there's always been traces of the Imperial Cult in there and it has led me to wonder what an army heavily influenced by the Imperial Cult would be like, or even just having pockets of units integrated in the Imperial Guard's army composition.
So picture this, the Zealout Squad. A 10-20 man squad of Darktide-styled wild ravenous and zealous men and women ready to give their lives for the god-emperor with t-shirt 6+ saves, armed with either hand-me-down firearms that have -1 AP and are more shooty, but are less accurate than the lasgun, or various melee weapons with the sergeant equivelant having something like a hammer to give heavier infantry a harder punch. I think it could be a nice change of pace to have a couple squads of these guys to paint, just because they'd be so different-looking to the guardsmen. For those that aren't familiar with Zealots in Darktide, they're commonly dressed in more medieval worn-down looking gear with metal breastplates stuck to their chest and a few other scraps here and there, feature robes, masks, aquilas and absolutely ton of parchments and papers on them. They tend to have a pretty varied weapon set from melee weapons and small arms to worn down but still effective power hammers.
There could even be a special detachment rule for Zealot Squads, Preachers and such, something like a 6+ FNP for all Zealots and them getting the battleline keyword, or you could even get a full army of them to represent a Feudal World's guardsmen or an upgrade sprue of relics, candles, aquilas etc. to function as wargear or decorate the tanks with. Other people might not want this in their armies, that's absolutely fine. But I really do think the guard is lacking representation for its more gothic regiments, even when the old metal regiments were around.
I dunno, this was just an idea that came to my head but I was wondering what you guys would make of it. Would you like Zealot Squads working alongside your guardsmen, or even just the Imperial Cult being way more prevelant in your armies compared to the few aquilas scattered here and there?

EDIT: Thanks for the input everyone! It seems like a lot of people are happy with Copper's versatile building/decoration theme, they just want more from it. Here's a new idea for new Copper PRECISION based tools for building and interacting with the world that fits this theme!

The Copper Problem:

Let's face it. Copper needs a better use. It's very abundant, has many great associated uses in real life and in mods, but in Minecraft it's hardly justified its existence yet.
All the current copper building blocks and items are great, but they're either highly situational or you'd only ever need to craft one or two of them. I imagine Mojang will continue to add new content that makes use of copper, but until we have a proper resource sink for it, it won't address the main problem:

I've got a double chest full of copper just sitting in my base! What do I do with it all??

There's been lots of ideas for copper... But a lot of them either feel too modded/technological for vanilla Minecraft, step on redstone's toes, or just don't really fix the problem of how much there is.
I don't mind the idea of changing existing redstone related crafting recipes to include copper instead of iron or gold, but that just feels like you're making other ores less useful as opposed to giving us something new and interesting. Even if copper was the go to for pistons and powered rails it still wouldn't justify its abundance.
And I really don't think adding a whole new set of copper tools/armor between iron and stone or iron and diamond will ever be used. We've got enough tool progression steps already!

So what do you think? What is an ideal identity and resource sink for copper that makes it unique, useful and justifies its existence.

(Or do you think copper is fine on its own and we should stop complaining?)
Here's a couple of ideas I've had in the past, some of them don't exactly provide a "central resource sink" like I was talking about, but I think it's a good example of how we can think outside of the box with copper.

• Copper ingots as a stronger but slower unenchantable alternative to sticks in crafting for early game mining
• Copper could be used to store and relocate the damage and magical conversion properties of lightning.
• Copper could be used to absorb, store and relocate the heat from lava for smelting, and for an easier way to clear out lava lakes.
• Reintroduce Copper Golems in a simple but useful way. Allow them to be simply programmable without automating every task.
• Add maps for the night sky: "Astronomy Charts" crafted with paper and spyglasses (which requires copper to craft)
• Add "Magnifying Glasses" crafted with copper to observe inside Bee Hives and other new bug blocks

Discover exquisite wooden handicrafts that blend tradition with artistry. Explore a range of hand-carved sculptures, intricate furniture, and decorative pieces crafted from fine woods. Embrace the beauty of nature in every detail.

Spoilers for if you haven't completed the community center / joja upgrades. Spoilers for if you haven't completed the hidden bundle / extra joja upgrade. Sorry for excessive spoiler warnings but this post has been removed for spoilers before.
So I started recording the NPCs responses to each movie, because while the wiki says who likes, loves, or dislikes each film, it doesn't say what each NPC has to say about it. I think the theater reveals a lot about the NPCs, but since you can only go once a week, and each movie only comes back every other year, you can't see all their responses without starting the same day over and over.
I still recommend you go to the movies with your four favorite NPCs, or the NPCs you think would be interesting with the movie, but this can help satisfy your curiosity for the others. I will update as I get to watch more movies.
STARDEW MOVIE RESPONSES
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GIVEN TICKET
Elliott, Harvey, Sam, Emily, Leah, Maru, Penny, Caroline, Demetrius, Gus, Jodi, Lewis, Marnie: A movie? Sure. I’ll meet you at the theater.
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Sebastian (married if relevant, idk): Oh, you want to go to the movies? Sounds pretty good. I’ll meet you there.
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Alex, Shane, Abigail, Haley, Clint: A movie? Yeah, whatever, sounds good. See you at the theater…
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Dwarf: A moo-what? Well, I’m sure I’ll like it! I’d be happy to go with you.
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Evelyn: Oh my! That’s so kind of you, dear. Why yes… I’d love to go to the movies! You go on ahead, and I’ll meet you at the theater.
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George: You wanna see a movie with an old geezer like me? …Well… okay. I’ll meet you there.
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Jas, Vincent, Leo: A movie? Yay! Let’s meet up at the theater!
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Kent: Erm… okay. Thank you. I’ll meet you there.
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Krobus: Oh? I normally hide myself from humans… But I have an idea… I’ll meet you at the theater later.
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Linus: Oh… me? I usually wouldn’t, but… okay. It’s nice of you to think about me. I’ll head over there in a little while.
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Pam (I am a girl): Ladies night with ol’ Pam, huh? Hah! Sure thing, kid… I’ll see you there.
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Pierre: Hey, that’s a great idea… It’ll be nice to get out from behind the counter. I’ll meet you there!
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Robin: Ooh… Two tickets for tonight’s show, huh? Sounds good! I’ll meet you there.
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Sandy: Ooh.. I’d love to join you. You go on ahead and I’ll meet you there, honey… I have to freshen up!
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Willy: Ah… a movie. That’s kind of ye, miss. I’ll just finish me pipe, and head over.
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Wizard: Hmm… I suppose I could accompany you… yes. Once you’ve arrived, I shall appear. Farewell.
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MYSTERIUM
‘Mysterium.’ A faint silhouette in the dark… The desolate, unknown void of space… where untold horrors await. A variety of disjointed, other-wordly scenes play out… ‘You MUST tell your friends to see MYSTERIUM tonight… Or I will visit you in your sleep!’
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Sebastian:
(before) I’ve heard this movie is pretty grim. I’m looking forward to it.
(middle) This is some next-level cinematography.
(after) Best movie I’ve seen in a while… I wonder how they did some of those special effects?
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Krobus:
(before, in disguise) Psst… Hey, it’s me, Krobus. Could you recognize me? If anyone approaches us, you do the talking, okay?
(after “in your sleep!” but before the end) “Krobus is stewing…” Not all shadow people are like that!
(after) I’m not used to wearing clothes… It’s very uncomfortable!
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Wizard:
(before) I sense an arcane power permeating this building tonight…
(after “in the dark”) “There’s a twinkle in Wizard’s eye…” And to think… the layman has no idea that this is all raw, real footage!
(after) For those aware of the esoteric mysteries, that had deep significance…
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MIRACLE AT COLDSTAR RANCH
The Miracle At Coldstar Ranch. It’s the eve of Winter Star, and it’s been snowing for 3 weeks straight. The Coldstar family is stranded… getting to town is impossible. Fortunately, the cows have enough hay to get by. …But the family has run out of food. Still, Papa Coldstar braves the treacherous conditions to cut down the winter star tree… In spite of their hunger, the family decorates the tree, keeping the promise of Winter Star alive. That night, an unusual phenomenon… The next day, Mama Coldstar is astonished to find the tree adorned with cosmic fruit. “We believed in the Winter Star, and so we were remembered!” They all shared the Stardrop fruit. Despite its small size, it was the most filling and delicious meal they'd ever had. The family is saved, and the spirit of hope is alive and well. The promise of Winter Star is kept once again…
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Alex
(before) Hey, I’m pretty excited to see a movie! I’m gonna need a snack, though…
(after “out of food”) “Alex seems to be having a good time!”
(after) Hey, that was pretty good. Thanks for inviting me to this, Player.
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Elliott
(before) I’ve avoided all information about this film… I like to go in completely ‘blind’!
(after “out of food”) “Elliott seems to be having a good time!”
(after) Very interesting… I’ll be pondering that one for a while.
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Harvey
(before) I read a glowing review of this movie in the Zuzu City Times…
(after “out of food”) It really makes you think, doesn’t it? “Harvey is absolutely enthralled…!”
(after) That was outstanding! I’m really glad you that brought me out for this, Player.
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Sam
(before) It’s an old movie with lots of talking, right? Hmm…
(after “out of food”) “Sam (bugged text?)” Huh? Oh! Yeah… The movie’s… interesting…
(after) Yeah… Uh… That one character was interesting… And, um… heh…
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Sebastian
(before) I hope it’s short…
(after “out of food”) “Sebastian is dozing off…”
(after) It’s probably a fine movie for the target audience, but it’s just not for me.
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Shane
(before) Ugh… this is going to be painful.
(after “out of food”) “Shane’s slumped over…”
(after) I feel depressed…
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Abigail
(before) From seeing the trailer, this one looks like a real snoozefest…
(after “out of food”) Wake me up if anything interesting happens. “Abigail is dozing off…”
(after) *yawn*... that was pretty boring, wasn’t it?
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Emily
(before) When I saw the movie poster for this one, I felt a very positive sensation in the top of my head.
(after “out of food”) “Emily is absolutely enthralled!”
(after) That movie felt very spiritual, in a way… don’t you agree? I loved it!
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Haley
(before) Mmm… It’s nice and warm in here. Winter is my favorite time to go to the movies.
(after “out of food”) “Haley seems to be having a good time!”
(after) I’m glad there was a good ending!
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Leah
(before) I’m not sure what to expect with this movie, but I’m going to keep an open mind!
(after “out of food”) “Leah seems to be having a good time!”
(after) That was simple, but good… It’s like the comfort food of cinema.
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Maru
(before) I really like going to the theater, even if the movie’s bad!
(after “out of food”) “Maru seems to be having a good time!”
(after) That was an interesting choice, for the final scene. What do you think they meant by that?
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Penny
(before) Oh, ‘The Miracle At Coldstar Ranch’! This looks wholesome and fun!
(after “out of food”) “(Penny is smiling)”
(after) I should totally bring the kids to see this sometime!
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Caroline
(before) The Miracle At Coldstar Ranch… I have no idea what this is about! I hope it’s not violent…
(after “out of food”) Caroline seems to be having a good time!
(after) That wasn’t bad! I’ll have to ask Abigail about it when I’m home, I’m sure she’s seen it.
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Clint
(before, I am playing as a girl if that matters) Oh… A… Are we on a date, then?
(after “out of food”) “Clint is taking sips from an unmarked flask.” *whispers*...If you’re, um… tired… you can put your head on my… my shoulder. Heh… or not!
(after) Hey… that was kind of fun… right?
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Demetrius
(before) I read about this one in the paper… didn’t seem like the thing for me. But I’ll give it a shot.
(after “out of food”) “Demetrius is dozing off…”
(after) Nonsense! That was totally unscientific!
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Dwarf
(before) Oh wow! A palace constructed for the sole purpose of entertainment!
(after “out of food”) “Dwarf seems to be in a deep trance.”
(after) “I didn’t understand a thing, but the flashing lights were mesmerizing!”
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Evelyn
(before) Before this theater came to town, I hadn’t seen a movie in twenty years!
(after “out of food”) “Evelyn is absolutely enthralled!”
(after) I loved it… now you know why ‘The Miracle At Coldstar Ranch’ is considered a classic.
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George
(before) Hmph… Theaters aren’t built like they used to be… But the picture might be good enough.
(after “out of food”) “George seems to be having a good time!”
(after) Heh. Compared to most movies these days, it wasn’t bad.
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Gus
(before) It doesn’t feel like the holidays until you’ve seen ‘The Miracle At Coldstar Ranch’!
(after “out of food”) “Gus is absolutely enthralled!”
(after) That was heartwarming… and somehow they make that fabled fruit seem so delicious. I’d love to taste it one day.
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Jas
(before) This is a grown-up movie, right? I’ll be okay!
(after “out of food”) “Jas is nodding and glancing sideways.”
(after) I thought it was good! It had… um.. good ‘die-a-log’! …right?
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Jodi
(before) I hope the seats are plush, I’ve been on my feet all day!
(after “out of food”) “Jodi seems to be having a good time!”
(after) I’m not much of a movie buff… but I had a good time! Thanks, Player.
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Kent
(before) Thanks for inviting me to the movies, Player. It’s not easy to adjust back into the civilian lifestyle, but you’ve helped me feel really welcome.
(after “out of food”) “Kent has a rare smile on his face.” This is great… it reminds me of simpler times…
(after) That was fun. When you’re engrossed in a movie, all your cares and worries disappear.
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Krobus
(before) *ahem*… Hello! I am very excited to be at the visual entertainment center and to consume the popped corn… Just like you! *whisper* …how am I doing?
(after out of food) Krobus is dozing off…
(after) So, your species enjoys staring at flickering lights for hours on end? Very interesting…
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Leo
(before) I’m really happy to be here. This is all so interesting!
(after “out of food”) “Leo seems very interested in the movie.”
(after) Wow… it was like magic!
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Lewis
(before) As mayor, I need to know what kind of movies are being shown in our community. We have the tender minds of the next generation to worry about!
(after “out of food”) “Lewis seems to be having a good time!”
(after) Hah! That wasn’t bad at all… I’d sat this one’s ‘Mayor Approved’.
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Linus
(before) I feel out of place here… I hope I’m not bothering anyone.
(after “out of food’) “Linus is looking at the floor…”
(after) I’m not used to that much stimulation… sorry if I was a disappointing guest, Player. I still appreciate you inviting me!
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Marnie
(before) I know I’m going to love this movie! It was really nice of you to invite me, Player.
(after “out of food”) “Marnie is absolutely enthralled!”
(after) Oh, I’m so glad the family was alright in the end. And the cows, too!
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Pam
(before) Hey, kid. Thanks for inviting me.
(after “out of food”) “Pam seems to be having a good time!”
(after) Heh, that wasn’t too bad!
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Pierre
(before) I’m usually working all the time, so it’s really nice to do something like this.
(after “out of food”) Pierre seems to be having a good time!
(after) Not bad! I wonder if they have any merchandise I could stock…
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Robin
(before) I’m not sure what this movie’s about, but I don’t really care! It’s just good to get out of the house.
(after “out of food”) “Robin seems to be having a good time!”
(after) That was a lot of fun, Player. I’m glad we did this.
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Sandy
(before) I’m so happy to have an excuse to come to Pelican Town!
(after “out of food”) “Sandy is absolutely enthralled!”
(after) That was a lot of fun, thanks for inviting me! I’d better head home soon…
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Vincent
(before) B… But… This movie is for grown-ups, isn’t it?
(after “out of food”) “Vincent is fidgeting in his seat.”
(after) That was boring… I didn’t understand anything.
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Willy
(before) Hehe… I’d never turn down a free movie!
(after “out of food”) “Willy seems to be having a good time!”
(after) Ah, that reminds me of a story me ol’ Pops used to tell…
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Wizard
(before) …
(after out of food) Wizard is dozing off…
(after) You pulled me from my studies for *this*?
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