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The K’krai populace roared in unison, celebrating the victory against the Human United Nations. Every holoprojector was transmitting the devastation of the human world of Sirius Prime. The K’krai superweapon, the Kul’kur, or as it was known in Galactic Common, the Biological Atomizer, sent a shockwave of neutrons across the surface of the planet, turning every piece of bio matter into a sort of ash.
The broadcast showed humans running and being vaporized, crying and trying to hide, like the primitive apes they were. Surely, this would show that inferior species that the K’krai Empire was the strongest and as such, they should grovel beneath our feet.
However, in the following weeks, no capitulation came from the Human United Nations. Neither a condemnation of the devastation of Sirius Prime. In fact, the human leadership was weirdly silent. Maybe they were in shock of their absolute defeat. After all, the Humans were still experiencing a splintered state government despite their ascension to interstellar colonization. Maybe they were experiencing internal strife between the human nations. That was the first sign we ignored. The second sign, was the mass exodus of the human population that were inhabiting several worlds of the Galactic Community, all of them apparently returning to the human home world, Terra. But the final sign we ignored was perhaps our biggest failure, for we not only ignored it as a sign of danger, but laughed, believing it to be a sign of weakness by the humans.
The erasure of the hyper-lanes connecting to all human systems. It was an incredible feat, on par with the greatest civilizations to ever grace the galactic stage, but we were so drunk in our hubris, we failed to realize what such an action entailed. It meant the humans were more technologically advanced than anyone else in the current Galactic Community.
The Galactic Community chastised us for our barbaric actions during the war, some members going as far as saying we had awoken a sleeping giant. But once again, we laughed, blinded by our self-righteous arrogance, calling those members cowards, especially when some attempted to send diplomatic missions to Terra to try and broker a true peace. We promised those members the same fate as Sirius for such an act of defiance.
It turns out they were wiser than us.
It was normal day when every holoprojector in the galaxy stopped their usual program to broadcast a message from the humans. However instead of the usual emblem of the Human United Nations, a new emblem appeared, a golden eagle with 12 stars all around it and the human letters SPQT below. Then a human male appeared, his head shaven, and his brown eyes piercing. His skin wasn’t as dark as some humans got, but it wasn’t the lightest. It was somewhere in between their pigmentation levels and patterns.
“People of the Galaxy, my name is Augustus. I am the Emperor of the Senate and the People of Terra. In the wake of the war with the vermin known as K’krai, we, the people of Terra, underwent a shift. We realised that we could no longer be divided amongst ourselves when fighting enemies as ruthless as the vermin. As such, the world agreed, and instead of a single nation taking over, we all abdicated and revived one of the greatest empires of our past.”
My brood mates snarled every time he called us vermin, shouting insults and death threats towards the holoprojector. Me however, I felt something was terribly wrong. A heavy sense of dread was setting over me, dominating me. I got up and opened a window and in the sky, I could see a new bright star in the distance.
“Today is the two year anniversary of the Massacre of Sirius Prime. That day, our eyes were opened to the reality of war with other galactic powers. We were so focused on our peacekeeping agenda and our own rules of war, we did not consider the other powers did not care about such rules. We were wrong, and we paid the price. This brings me to my next point. To every power in the galaxy, I ask that you understand what we are about to do is not an act of revenge, nor is it born out of hatred for the K’krai. We spent the last year and a half debating this topic, with several global referendums and senate votes being issued and revised. The People and the Senate of Terra have declared the K’krai to be a parasite and vermin, a species that exalts in destruction and misery. As such, we have voted that the Geneva Conventions do not apply to them and have marked them for extermination.”
I felt a chill travel down my body as the star in the sky kept glowing brighter and brighter. The human’s voice felt otherworldly.
“We have initiated the Nemesis Protocol 30 minutes ago and began shattering every K’krai world apart from their capital world. To those inhabiting those worlds, I hope you find solace in each other before the end, because you will find none after. And to the K’krai leadership, do not worry. We, on our path towards the stars, have learned the importance of preservation of species, even those considered to be parasitic in origin. Your capital world will be reaped, with ten thousand individuals being transported to a Preservation Station orbiting the Erebus Black Hole, where every possible need your species might have, from environment to nutritional will be met. The world will then be quantum shifted, existing in a locked temporal loop for all of eternity.”
I turned towards my brood mates, whose faces were twisted in horror as the realization of reality washed over them. Outside I could hear the commotion and the cries of panic and I couldn’t help but feel empty, wondering if this was how the humans we vaporized had felt just before their deaths. The glow was now so bright that it was outshining our star.
“For Sirius Prime”, said the human emperor on the holoprojector as I ran towards my brood mates to hug th-
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This is the first chapter, please provide feedback if you have the time. If this chap turns out to be decent, I'll keep working on the novel. If there are flaws, I'll polish this up before moving on. English ain't my first language, so please understand my poor grammar. Also, I'm also not sure how dialogue works, so that's another thing you'll have to understand.
e.g.
"Hey," Jim said. "What's up?" "Hey." Jim said. "What's up?"
stuff like that, i'm not sure about.
I've copied and pasted the text from Google docs, and the indentation is slightly off. Forgive me for the formatting.

Avocation

8:13 A.M. January 23rd, 2012
Pristine Worth, 13th
Vail, Colorado
Your average bank robbery
“So, as you can probably guess…” a figure dressed in a leather jacket said. “This is a robbery.”
The robber had a gun in his hands and was wearing a small fanny pack on his hips. On his face was a Guy Fawkes mask. On his hands were a pair of blue latex gloves. “Everybody down on the ground. Now!” He shouted. The gun had a black leather handle with a silver handle. He toggled the safety lever and heard a click. The robber felt the trigger loosen.
There were three people in the relatively small bank. One guard, one manager, and one teller. The others had fled when he pulled out the gun; a logical response. He’d originally planned a note job; he’d pass a Post-It note to a teller, who would withdraw the money for him. It was stupid, but thanks to the U.S.'s compliance policy, all tellers had to comply with robbers no matter what. He’d received the cash from the drawers and safes, but had made a gamble when he told her to go to the vault and withdraw all the deposit boxes. Within seconds, she ran out and called the authorities. The remaining teller was curled up in the fetal position on the ground, so the robber didn’t think she’d be much help. So here he was now. Another enthusiastic security guard had stood his ground but decided to go for a capricious stroll when a bullet grazed his shoes. Minimum wage had its limits. One by one, the hostages slowly lowered themselves to the ground except for the teller, who was still curled up into a ball.
He pondered to himself where to hit, keeping his gun trained on the hostages. The ATMs were out of the question. The teller stations were empty, but maybe the teller had intentionally not given him all of the cash in the drawers. Or he could go into the office area, which almost definitely would lead to a vault. He’d have to settle for the motherlode. The police were definitely contacted; it wouldn’t be long before the boys in blue showed up.
He stuffed the cash the teller had given him into his duffel bag, skimming through them, on the lookout for any dye packs. The robber wouldn’t have to worry about bait bills; he’d learnt from experience they did little to nothing. He filtered out one dye pack and threw it away. The bills with the dye pack attached to them were probably fakes anyway. The rest were dumped into his duffel bag. He left it open for later.
The robber looked around to see a frail, wooden door to his right. A sign read, ‘Restricted Area, Authorized Personnel Only’. Unfortunate. He aimed the gun at the lock, then pulled the trigger. It fell off with a clunk, then holstered his gun by habit. The robber walked up to the door and opened it.
Keeping the gun pointed towards the lobby, he stepped into the room. The door opened to an office area, with granite countertops and old desktop computers. He looked around until his eyes fell upon a large vault. Perfect. He holstered his gun and pulled out two brown blocks from his fanny pack. The box had a forest of wires woven around it and other pieces of electronic scrap and metal, snaking into the large box. Something was scribbled on the cardboard exterior in permanent pen. The whole contraption was held together by pieces of duct tape and glue. He kept his ears and eyes trained on the main room and peeled off the plastic on the side with the adhesive and attached them to the hinges of the vault door. A strip of white paper jutted out from the gray box. Even though it was a rush job, the robber felt proud of himself having made it with only C4 putty and cardboard boxes. He yanked out the white stripes on the explosives and ran back to the lobby, then covered his ears, despite the pair of headphones on his head. A deafening boom echoed through the room. The hostages screamed while the floor shook as if an earthquake had hit the area. Dust and debris cascaded down from the ceiling. Then, the shock stopped as abruptly as it had started. Sneaking a look through the window for any signs of law enforcement, he found the roads to be clear other than pedestrians running about like a flock of birds. Although the police weren’t here yet, it wouldn’t be long before they arrived in the vicinity. Worse yet, this was his first robbery in a while. He would have to be careful. Gun aimed at the door leading to the office area, the figure walked back into the room past the charred carpet and stench of burning cloth. The vault door’s handle had been sheared off by the explosion and sat embedded in a desk. The vault door itself was hanging slightly ajar. The robber yanked it open and entered the vault.
He stepped inside to find a cage door, most likely made out of steel.
“Right, right…” he muttered. Of course it wouldn’t be easy. The robber then checked his watch. It had been a minute since the alarms started ringing. He’d at least have about 5 minutes. He aimed his gun at the lock and took some potshots. The bullets clinked off harmlessly, only denting it. The robber then walked up to it and extracted the last improvised explosive from his pocket. Dropping his gun to the ground, he stuck it to the cage door and yanked out the cord. Even if the caged door didn’t exist, he had to use it to get rid of the evidence; no use in keeping it as a souvenir.
Picking up his gun from the ground hastily, he stumbled back into the lobby. The hostages rolled up into the fetal position, as if they knew another bomb was being blown. Another boom roared in the building. Glass fragments from the broken lights rained down on the floor, along with a shower of more dust. Some Monday for the three brave boys here, he thought. Dusting himself off, the robber then rose slowly and returned to the vault room, where the caged door had been blown off his hinges. Smoke rose from it like vapor rising from a kettle. The robber carefully kicked aside the charred door. He wouldn’t dare touch or step on it; he’d learnt from experience that explosives left metals scorching hot. The robber then dashed back out of the vault, then peeked around the corner to see if police force had arrived. Although he could hear echoes of sirens in the distance, there were still no police cars nearby. He tore his headphones out from his head, stray strands of hair getting caught in the headband and being yanked off. Grimacing from the stinging pain, he folded it back up and stowed it in his fanny pack. If he could, the robber would leave it behind; however, any DNA could easily be traced back to him. That was the reason why he was wearing the surgical gloves. Setting the gloves on fire and getting rid of the toxic fumes were the tricky part; though a reasonable price to pay in exchange for not getting thrown behind bars.
Not that he’d been operating under the radar; the robber had developed quite the reputation in the local community. A few years back, he’d once been caught breaking into a safe without anything covering his face. The robber had to stay out of town for half a year before law enforcement stopped investigating. Even though he was wearing a face mask, the robber still felt skittish walking in crowds.
The freelancer then walked slowly into the vault room. Surprisingly, it was only the size of an office cubicle. With shaking hands, he reached up to the shelves and jerked them open. In them were worn files and records, their pages yellow with age. There were some deposit boxes at the bottom of the shelves, but he wouldn’t have enough time to break them open, let alone get the keys. As he examined the trove, he could hear cars screeching down the street, with the faint echo of police sirens. Adrenaline started pumping in his blood and his heartbeat started to quicken. It had been a while since he’d committed a robbery; he’d forgotten about the feeling of the job. He took some deep breaths and tried to calm down. Checking his watch, he saw that he had 2 minutes of the original 5 until the police got here. In the explosions, he’d burnt through 2 whole minutes. And even 5 minutes were an estimate at best; Google Maps could only be so accurate with its guesses, apparently bad ones, since sirens had already started howling somewhere downtown.
The stale dust in the room stung his nose, but he soldiered on, turning to a table with a mountain of 100-dollar bills on it. He unslung his now empty fanny pack and set it down on the floor. He unzipped it and shoved the cash in, missing a few bundles on the way, handfuls of cash fluttering down to the ground like tree leaves. Even though the fanny pack was an extra-large model, he still couldn’t shove the entire load in. He’d have to settle for a dozen fistfuls. “Come on…” he muttered under his breath as he fumbled with the bag. He grabbed another fistful and stuffed it in, sneaking looks behind him to make sure the hostages didn’t attempt anything funny. Or maybe they had escaped; it wasn’t like the robber had zip tied them. The sirens had gotten louder now. He could faintly hear engines rumbling outside the building. The freelancer then managed to zip the pack back up and stumbled back into the employee area.
The robber ran back to the lobby and tore open the fanny pack. He shook it as bundles of cash fell into the duffel bag. The thud of money was music to his ears. He dashed back into the employee area.
The robber cased the room for an exit. He knew he’d parked a motorbike around here. Though he had scouted the place out before, he was still unsure of where the exit was. The front door was a big no-no; he could see the police cars now through the window. They were only a couple blocks away. Unfortunately, he wouldn’t be able to get the rest of the money.. Then, he saw it. A door in the break room area, its hinges rusty with age, though there was a keycard reader next to it. Nebraska, he thought. He recalled the time when he’d blown up truck doors with his fellow robbers and made out with 20 million in gold. Good times. At least until he had to shoot someone.
Ignoring the increasing noise of the sirens, he ran around the room, opening drawers and sweeping tables in a frenzy. Nothing that he could use. The freelancer started panicking. He willed himself to calm down; law enforcement couldn’t be here so quickly. And he couldn’t give up now; he had the cash. All that was left was to get out of there. He cursed under his breath. Maybe he should just run out the front door after all. But he knew that was a Go To Jail card. He hadn’t stayed in the game this long by strutting around in broad daylight with a gun strapped to his waist.
The robber took a few deep breaths and walked over to the back door, kickin it. He tried again, putting more momentum into the kick. The door shook, but nothing. Heart pounding, he tried to bring the door down again, but was met with a sharp, stinging pain in his ankle. Wincing, he stood up. He’d watched James Bond one too many times. Once again, Hollywood had sold him a false bill of goods.
Frowning slightly, he retrieved the pair of headphones from his fanny pack and put it on his head. Then, he aimed at the door and shot the rusty hinges, emptying the clip. Sparks erupted from the brackish-orange steel like fireworks. He reached into his pocket and pulled out another magazine, then slapped it into the gun sloppily, his dexterity long gone from the adrenaline coursing in his blood. He felt one more magazine in his pocket. It was a tangential worry at best; he wouldn’t last long in a firefight. Not that he’d ever want to enter one in the first place. A leather jacket might stop a pebble being thrown at him, but not a pebble coming towards him at 2,600 feet per second. Then, the sound of tires screeching against concrete stopped. The robber’s heart felt like it did too, for a second. Damn it, he cursed. He hadn’t even got to the getaway vehicle yet. He would need a miracle.
Over the noise of alarms, a voice in a megaphone boomed outside the building.
“This is Officer Jackson of the Center Police Department. Surrender now and come out of the building with your hands raised.”
Yet another flashback to one of his robberies. Not every day do you get to face a squad of police officers on a Monday morning. He brushed that thought aside, blood roaring in his ears.
He shot off a hinge and pulled 5 shots at the hinge on top. Empty casings clattered onto the floor. The last hinge loosened and then fell off. With a rush of exhilaration, he opened the door and stumbled out to a getaway bike. No cameras were covering the dimly lit alley, though there was still foot traffic on the streets. With his blood roaring in his ears, he scanned the highway. Yes! Amidst the back alley, he could see that the roads were not locked down yet. He fumbled for the motorbike helmet on the seat and hastily put it on. The robber looked around for a brick or some heavy object to block the door with. Finding none, he slammed the door behind him. At this point, he was starting to feel light-headed from the adrenaline. He almost dropped the keys into a gap in a manhole, but grabbed it just in time. He stabbed it into the keyhole, taking two tries before finally finding purchase. He then turned the engines on and took off in the dark alleyway. He joined the bustling road, hopefully blending in with the fleeing caravan of cars. Most people seemed to treat a bank robbery like the plague; they’d do anything to run from the vicinity, something the robber didn’t quite understand. Tightening the straps on his helmet he’d neglected while making his getaway, he let out a sigh of relief, fogging up the helmet. The robbery was messy, even by amateur standards. He’d seen and committed better robberies, most not involving having the police on-site. At least he hit the ground running from his recent month off.

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Yeah why don't I wait until memorial day to sell my stuff, that'll go well
PP G&S required due to flair. Prices include shipping but not G&S fees (buyer covers please). Will ship Tuesday at the earliest. PM, not chat. Dibs takes it, PM does not, etc.
Selling:

• New, unfired Expo 5.56 14.5" chrome-lined 1/7 govt profile, 0.77 gas port dia. with KAK extended A2 FH (unpinned, just on there to protect threads). More pics. This is a Gen 1, reportedly made by Rosco but I've never seen confirmation. Includes crush washer but you may need to try out some different ones for timing. Some marks from gas block test fit. Prefer to sell as a package for $125.
  
• General manufacturing blem M16 upper rifle style with laser T-marks. Unused, unmounted. Good for anyone who couldn't resist the Larue Stealth/PredatAR sale, and for anyone else who didn't know M4 extensions also work on rifle uppers. Blem is a small nick in ano on the reverse side. They are about 70 on their site BUT they charge you $22 for shipping. $75
  
• Stocks:
  
• B5 Bravo, milspec, no storage. Was grey, dyed black. Has grey accents. Looks good with your dry-lubed USGI mags and NP3 triggers. $45
  
• Magpul ACS, black: comes with QD cup and Enhanced buttpad. Not original owner, don't know if it's commercial but it fits on a milspec tube. I don't have a commercial tube to confirm. $50
  
• Windham M4 waffle stock, milspec: $15 or $10 add-on
  
• KAC URX 3.1 4-panel long panel set, black. New. Opened to look at. Original thread compound still in place. $50
  
• Virgin .750 F-marked FSB, no sight post assembly. Selling for $35 or looking for a straight swap with a virgin .750 A2 height FSB
  
• 30mm Mounts
  
• UTG Accu-Sync, non-QD, rattlecanned with a primer. Too lazy to strip. $20
  
• Warne Vapor MSR 30mm. Probably going to regret this. $50
  
• M81 Woodland ripstop BDU, very clean. X-small/Reg. $20 or $15 add-on
  
• BFG Vickers sling, unpadded wolf grey, with black pull tab, unused. Wife changed her mind. Comes with one push button QD attachment sewn-in. $55
  
• Grips:
  
• One ODG A2, nub ground off, taped. One black A2, slightly purple hue, nub ground off, taped. No screws. $10ea or $5 add-on ea.
  
• Sparrow dynamics CA compliance grip, grey, no use, no screw. $20 or $15 add-on
  
• Clamshell handguards:
  
• One midlength from doublestar, unknown maker. Has heat shields. $15 or $10 add-on
  
• One carbine, catch and release, has heat shields. Purple hue from dye job, it looks like. $15 or $10 add-on
  
• Rail taco grey DPM, and WTC gen 1 FDE magwell.
  
• Rail taco has heat shielding and lacing tool. $20.
  
• Magwell was test fit and removed. $5 add-on
  

Trade inquiry:

• Aimpoint PRO on QRP2 mount with one new battery installed and three spares in very good/almost new condition. Serial comes back with manufacture date of 2021 according to aimpoint.us customer service. More pictures available to anyone interested. Trade value $375

I am looking for a similar condition L&S LP-1 with Aurawake. I'm seeing them go for around $260-280 in good shape so I would be asking for a little extra on your end.
Deal sweeteners: I am also looking for a low use/new rifle length Super 42 spring (TV ~$25), a UTG super slim A2-style fixed rear sight (TV ~$35)

I am under counteract to buy a house in Wake County NC and we put down $5k in due dilligence. The seller is also their own agent and she market no representation on the disclosure form about issues pertaining to the house. It turns out the house has structural damage underneath the house in the crawl space. There is a ton of water damage that has compromised the beams and joists under the home, which are crumbling due to long term water exposure. The owner put a vapor barrier in the crawl space and French drains on both sides of the house, clearly trying to divert water which puddles up in the front, up against the home. If she won’t give us price concessions to help us fix the issues, do we have to just lose the due dilligence money, or can we do something about it? Small claims?

PHOTOS HERE: https://imgur.com/a/SvP5Qc9
Hello all! Up for sale are some extra figures I’ve decided to part with as I have decided to be more focused in my figure collecting. Everything is in good shape, adult-owned & from a smoke-free home, don’t hesitate to ask any questions. All figures are shipped wrapped and boxed securely. I ship my figures the way I'd want to receive my figures.
Shipping is done via USPS Ground Advantage with tracking. I only ship to the PayPal verified address included with your payment. If you mess up & use the wrong address accidentally, I'm happy to refund so you can send again using your correct address.
Price does not include shipping but I only charge actual shipping. I have boxes, packing material (paper, bubble wrap, etc) and a scale on hand and use Pirate Ship so I can get you a quote quickly. I only accept PayPal Goods & Services because YOU deserve to feel reassured that you're getting what you pay for.
You will have your tracking number within an hour of my receiving payment (assuming I'm home — if I make a sale during work I'll have your tracking as soon as I get home). My sales go out next day 99% of the time and within two days 100% of the time.
Prices are negotiable, especially when buying multiple items, please post a comment so I know to check PM and Chats!
MEZCO
OG Atticus Doom CIB + Magical Enhancement Kit + Comic — $205 (picture is further down on the first link I’ve provided up top, I forgot it first time around)
OG Nosferatu CIB (the one with the coffin) + "Film Cel" — $180
OG Vapor CIB — $175
SH FIGUARTS
SHF Bruce Lee (Original Release, Shirtless w Black Pants) — Open, CIB — $50
SHF Freddie Mercury (Live Aid Version) — Open, CIB — $70
SHF Spider-Man Stealth Suit — Open, CIB — $40
NENDOROID
Nendoroid Goblin Slayer — Open, CIB — $40
Nendoroid Genji — Open, CIB — $22
Nendoroid Hanzo — Open, CIB — $22
Nendoroid Miles Morales 1180 DX — Open, CIB — $90
STAR WARS RETRO COLLECTION LOT
All the boxes are open and every figure is complete. I'm willing to ship with or without the cards/bubbles. Please be aware I charge actual shipping when making your decision on this.
Lot contains: Boba Fett, Bespin Luke, Darth Vader, Grand Moff Tarkin, Stormtrooper, ANH Han Solo, IG-11, The Child & The Mandalorian. I am also including nine of the little acrylic peg stands seen in the last photo — $120 OBO FOR ALL
OTHER
Mafex Mandolorian No. 129 (OG Release) — Open, CIB — $50
Boss Fight Studios Sam & Max — Open, CIB, Only Sold Together — $80
NECA Pans Labyrinth Pale Man — Open Box Never Removed, CIB (Moderate shelf/shipping wear on the box thanks to the garbage people at Barnes & Noble, see pictures) — $80
Figma SP-111 Toyosaki Ena (TOMYTEC Little Armory) — Open, CIB — $50
AJ Customs Monster Vegeta Face Plate — $50
KO/Bootleg "1000Toys" Hellboy w/ Horns & Sword Accessories — Open, No Box — $90
Executive Replicas/Loose Collector Vampirella — Open, CIB — $60 (Some damage to the front top right corner of the box, see pictures)
Sentinel Miles Morales (SO SEALED ITS STILL GOT THE TISSUE PAPER BABY!) — $95
Demoniacal Fit Chosen Ones (Goku Black Clone) — Open, CIB — $125 (Box has damage on top & sides due to the dumbass that packed it poorly when I purchased it initially. Has a slightly loose right arm but it may just need to be pushed in further or popped out and get a coat of clear nail polish on the peg — let it dry overnight then pop it back in!)

Hi I’m getting a new light for my tortoises, and I have some questions about mercury vapor bulbs Can I use a normal mercury vapor bulb or it has to be specialized for reptiles(my country doesn’t make the reptile special ones so their price is 9 times more than normal ones) Do all mercury vapor bulbs emit UVB/UVA lights

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All decants will be pulled and measured using a syringe. I use glass atomizers, which will be sealed using PTFE tape and labeled (example). If you're interested in larger sizes (5 or 10 mL), let me know.
I'll take PayPal FF, Venmo, Zelle, CashApp, and Apple Pay. If the total is < $30, add $5 for shipping or round up the total to $30—whichever is cheaper (CONUS).
If you buy multiple, I'll take 2% off the total for each additional item! For example, if you buy 3 items, you'll receive 4% off the "naïve" total; if you buy 4, you'll receive 6% off the total; and so on, for a maximum of 50% off (final price = (original price)*max(0.5,1-0.02*(n-1)) for n decants).
(I realize the pricing structure appears strange—there's a method to my madness 🙃. That said, I am open to feedback.)

Name	House	1 mL	2 mL	3 mL
Reflection 45	Amouage	$7.78	$11.65	$15.49
Reflection Man	Amouage	$6.49	$9.06	$11.62
Garanat	Bvlgari	$7.13	$10.35	$13.56
Blonde Amber	Clive Christian	$11.65	$19.32	$26.92
Rock Rose	Clive Christian	$10.35	$16.74	$23.08
Aventus	Creed	$6.74	$9.58	$12.39
The One EDP	D&G	$4.54	$5.18	$5.81
Dior Homme Parfum	Dior	$6.49	$9.06	$11.62
Indonesian Oud EDP	Ermenegildo Zegna	$6.49	$9.06	$11.62
Tobacco Honey	Guerlain	$7.78	$11.65	$15.49
1725	Histoires de Parfums	$5.18	$6.45	$7.71
1828	Histoires de Parfums	$5.18	$6.45	$7.71
1899	Histoires de Parfums	$5.18	$6.45	$7.71
Ambre 114	Histoires de Parfums	$5.18	$6.45	$7.71
Oud for Greatness	Initio	$6.63	$9.34	$12.04
Tempest	Kemi	$9.06	$14.17	$19.23
Rogue	Kith × Malin+Goetz	$6.47	$9.02	$11.54
Vapor	Kith × Malin+Goetz	$6.47	$9.02	$11.54
Tabac 28	Le Labo	$9.08	$14.23	$19.37
Oud 4 Roses	Lenoxx	$6.47	$9.02	$11.54
22.22	Les Folies Du Parfum	$7.13	$10.35	$13.56
Constricteur	Les Folies Du Parfum	$7.13	$10.35	$13.56
Vanille Havane	Les Indemodables	$10.09	$16.23	$22.31
L'Immensite	Louis Vuitton	$7.13	$10.35	$13.56
Nouveau Monde	Louis Vuitton	$7.13	$10.35	$13.56
Ombre Nomade	Louis Vuitton	$7.78	$11.65	$15.49
Gentle Fluidity Silver	Maison Francis Kurkdjian	$7.22	$10.52	$13.79
Grand Soir	Maison Francis Kurkdjian	$7.59	$11.25	$14.89
L'Homme A la Rose	Maison Francis Kurkdjian	$7.03	$10.15	$13.24
Masculin Pluriel	Maison Francis Kurkdjian	$6.85	$9.78	$12.69
Leather	Malin+Goetz	$5.43	$6.96	$8.46
Ocean Noir	Michael Malul	$4.80	$5.69	$6.58
En Prise	Mind Games	$6.74	$9.58	$12.39
Grand Master	Mind Games	$6.74	$9.58	$12.39
Vieri	Mind Games	$6.74	$9.58	$12.39
A*Men Pure Havane	Mugler	$5.84	$7.76	$9.68
Amante	Note di Profumum	$7.13	$10.35	$13.56
Meraviglia-re	Note di Profumum	$7.13	$10.35	$13.56
Moiré de Kalha	Orens Parfums	$6.87	$9.83	$12.78
Elysium Parfum Pour Homme	Roja Dove	$10.09	$16.23	$22.31
Vinegia 21	The Merchant of Venice	$6.74	$9.58	$12.39
Ebene Fume	Tom Ford	$8.17	$12.37	$16.51
Atlas	TUMI	$5.43	$6.96	$8.46
Naxos	Xerjoff	$6.23	$8.54	$10.84
Torino21	Xerjoff	$7.76	$11.59	$15.38
Torino22	Xerjoff	$7.76	$11.59	$15.38
L'Homme EDP	Yves Saint Laurent	$4.93	$5.95	$6.97
L'Homme EDT	Yves Saint Laurent	$4.93	$5.95	$6.97
L'Homme Ultime	Yves Saint Laurent	$5.45	$6.99	$8.52
Chipmunk	Zoologist	$6.48	$9.03	$11.57

1. I had tuberculosis 1.1 I had untreated skull fractures 1.1.1 I had been taking tons of medicine but getting no result so can't be given the whole medicine bolus 1.1.2 I had been on ablation of the nucleus accumbens and raphe nucleus and septal nucleus of only my right side and there was evidence my left side brain had beat me 1.1.3 I am angry and left handed and also hit my left brain 1.1.4 I am not doing this ever nowadays after they had cured it aggressively not even once so am on good behavior 1.1.5 I am being sure to get personal dialective behavior therapy from being left handed now 1.1.6 I am still a little right handed 1.1.7 I am seeing evidence of alien invasion on my left brain where the unabomber assistant got a grenade launcher and destroyed alderan with it by having way too large a paintball, there is the death star laser that destroyed alderan 1.1.8 I had sued people for alien invasion already, but you can sue me for lost profits on that day which are my fault, which actually there were too excess prices so laptops can be had at 11$ 1.1.9 My ableton ticks very slow so i had ran laptops for the entire time i was treated which was very long because oil supply had remediated and gazprom was supplying oil to china 1.2.0 Gazprom is still providing oil to china half opec 1.2.1 I have my laxative without laxative ketamine 1.2.2 I did not but burn myself to trying to kill with portable sun vaporizer oil but it was meant to cure my friend rich's bad agent orange cancer and my agent lemon leukemia 1.2.3 Some of my other friends need to see me alive from time to time as i am justin beibers dad and i am just fine yo it was that dang cursing i was doing, this pooped my shark 1 for all of my electric i ever did and it was safe electric all of it 1.2.4 Dont test my plates bruh that might have been lethal luckily i am wearing wooden plates of a balsa house 1.2.5 Balsa house is on fire to banishing Galbreath's fire

Maiguy chuckled, laughing around a mouthful of cracked teeth as he spat upon the ground. He was bleeding now from dozens of injuries, and dozens more were showing signs of painful bruising and swelling where the Inquisitor’s instruments had not necessarily pierced flesh but still sought to pressure him for information.
That Inquisitor now was leaning over him, compound eyes glaring as he grabbed the rebel leader by the head frill and yanked it backwards forcefully, almost shouting at him “What else do you know? Who else was with you? Speak, or it will be worse for you. Our Lord and true father has given his blessing, that not even the lives of your family and kin will be spared if you continue resisting.”
Maiguy just smiled grimly. “My life is but a small price to pay for the freedom of everyone I know and care about.”
“Oh, you mean that group of traitors hiding amongst the Northern Badlands?”
Maiguy frowned in concern as the torturer gestured to a nearby scrying tube. On it, the image bubbled into view of a seemingly-nondescript stretch of cliff face, marked by a long and magnificent waterfall. “For instance, there wouldn't be anything of interest here now, would there?”
The Inquisitor spoke tauntingly, and despite his efforts to remain strong-hearted, Maiguy could feel his hearts fall, for behind the falls lay the entrance to a secluded valley, sheltered by an overhang from the lord’s satellites and flyover patrols. There, both his surviving familyand good friends and allies had all regrouped, attempting to rebuild their lives as best they could while planning the next step for the freedom of all others on the planet.
“Why, I believe our grand Lord Temunitu has expressed interest in testing out a new viral bomb. One that I've heard is quite agonizing for the test subjects that have survived more than a few seconds of contact with its payload.”
Maiguy let out an involuntary moan of despair, and there was a malevolent snort of satisfaction from the focal point of the chamber. Following the luscious leather and fur floor coverings, they formed a broad-but-narrowing path up the grand chamber, leading past the metal rack and restraints that Maiguy had been affixed to, past the table filled with the inventive methods of the Inquisitor’s sadistic questioning, past the huddled and fearful attendants of the Lord’s court, until it reached the base of a steep ramp upwards, marked only by a set of gilded and carved stairs. Those led to a magnificent throne upon which sat the despot and ruler of the planet, self-proclaimed Lord Temunitu.
He was seated somewhat slouched on the throne, one that had been intended originally to remain empty for all times hence as a warning about the dangers of dictators. But instead, after leading the armies to a coup of the appointed council, he had installed himself as sole ruler, reclaiming the empty seat and violently cracking down on any who dared protest what he now claimed was a divine mandate to rule all.
“I suppose you think that there is some salvation coming? That you're holding out hope for a rescue, perhaps?” Maiguy glared at the despot as he spoke. “Oh, I can assure you that no such rescue is coming. In fact, I can guarantee it. Inquisitor, show this rebel scum what has become of the ‘rescue’ he is holding out for.”
Smirking, the Inquisitor clacked a claw, and a pair of the armed servitor drones he used for his personal bidding and policing raids rolled out, carrying suspended between them a string of chained and similarly-bloodied men and women that Maiguy recognized.
This time his cry was not defiant, but in shocked disbelief. “While you were first being held at the northern sector of the palace compound, they apparently thought that the drainage systems beneath the palace would be lightly guarded enough that they could sneak in undetected. Unfortunate for them, that assumption was not accurate.”
The captured prisoners groaned as the robots yanked on the chains, dropping them all to their knees. A third servitor drone rolled forward, this one equipped for melee combat, and as Maiguy watched a jutting blade sprang to life, the intense magnetic fields holding the liquid metal at a razor thinness that would cut through skin, bone, and armor with ease.
“Now you and your co-conspirators may perish, knowing that your machinations were nothing in the face of Temunitu and his unbreakable will.”
Maiguy howled with fury, and with a sudden wrench, pulled loose the fastening clips on his primary claw. That claw had been injured years ago in a skirmish with the tyrant’s forces, and covered by a partial prosthetic, the part of his remaining natural claw withered and shrunken from the burn he had suffered.
However, it was small enough to slip through the restraint cuff, and he pulled it loose, grabbing the larger prosthetic before it threatened to fall. In a single fluid motion he threw it at Temunitu with a howl of rage.
The projectile flew true, but a mere handful of paces from the throne, it impacted a shimmering, whitish energy shield, dropping harmlessly to the base of the throne. The Inquisitor barked a laugh as more drones came forward to re-restrain them.
“You fool. Our Lord would not leave himself vulnerable to such petty assaults. All you have done is amuse him further before your demise.”
Indeed, the ugly laugh of the tyrannical dictator echoed through the grand hall, and was only interrupted by the chime of an alert of one of the attendants who had been watching the impending execution silently.
The Inquisitor snapped. “What is it?”
“Apologies, sir, but our long range scans picked up something breaking through the near-system perimeter.”
“So? What is it?”
“That's just it, sir. They're not sure. It broke through the further scan range an hour or two ago, but it was initially assumed to be a rogue meteoroid until the scans came back that the object was a non-meteoric metal profile.”
“What of it?”
“We lost contact earlier, but we just re-located its trajectory at approximately 500 miles above atmosphere.” The communicator chimed again. “Apologies, but it appears we’ve lost track of-”
There was a shrieking howl, accompanying the sound of a bomb going off as abruptly the throne disappeared into a crashing fireball of splintered wood, metal and electronics. The shield had offered paltry resistance to such an impressive attack, something resembling railguns the likes of which the engineers had only begun to imagine.
As for the Lord tyrant, what little was left and identifiable of him was scattered across the throne room and the formerly-devoted attendants. The tyrant had been cruel in his treatment of his own court as well as his people, with only the Inquisitor among the small handful afforded his favor, and so as the moment of shock faded, the Inquisitor finished weighing his options and summoned the servitors to follow him. All thoughts of an execution were abandoned as he fled, before the royal court began clamoring to catch him and administer the same tender mercies he had given to them upon his own skin.
As for Maiguy, in the months and years after being freed, he successfully ran for and was nominated as the lead of the newly-reformed council, and lead the planet to much success as they began venturing out into the stars once more, and more importantly, seeking out the saviors who had, with a single surgical strike, eliminated a dictator that had spoiled the planet for generations.
The only clue they had was the echoes of a text, one alien and unfamiliar to them but still determinable by scans of the melted and partially-vaporized projectile that had assassinated the dictator. It took years of searching and consulting, but eventually they managed to find a merchant who recognized the text, saying it was from an inhabited but uncontacted planet known as Earth.
So Maiguy had assembled a diplomatic mission, heading it himself due to both its importance and his own desire to personally thank the saviors of his people, those responsible for the salvation of his people. He wished to meet the one who sent the iron bullet, this “Neenah Foundry,” and shake them warmly by the claw.
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