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hangar advice, returning player
2024.05.17 10:15 Living_Drop2584 hangar advice, returning player
 | apologies for the long post i left the game around 4 years back, came back a month ago and have been grinding, mainly f2p but i did buy a few cheap key deals when i came back submitted by Living_Drop2584 to walkingwarrobots [link] [comments] -> am currently needing a brawletank, i used to run the t-falcon but it seemed underwhelming, however i did win the cryptic fenrir and the leg-pilot b-wolf and i do encounter fenrirs still. so do i go about levelling it up or focus resources on the t-falcon as well as try to get its leg-pilot ? or any other brawletank recommendations? -> am also trying to fix on a titan and level it up - (indra, newton, rook, heimdall), weapons - i do have bits of vajra/maha vajra, dazzlelantern, gargantua, glaive, single pair of tonans/fulgur, and some retaliators/vengeance , would like to use it for staying around the 300-400m range and still being able to handle the occasional close quarters brawl. current hangar regarding my current hangar - the titan and angler are placeholders, the angler build is more to annoy since the splash hits bots behind small covers and the blast effect takes out small chunks of health at a time i have got the leg-pilot ozu for ares recently and it seems to be good, also rates of fire between magnetar and fainter are very different so perhaps pulsars instead of fainter on it ? for scorpion the shotguns seem to work, but ive seen sonics do better so thought of building sonics for the scorpion, but i do have a needle/spike in inventory so thats there strider and raven since they are pretty fun to use, the ravens leg-pilot is pretty good and i recently won the strider leg-pilot, am also considering replacing strider with a nether + its shieldbreaker leg-pilot since similar dash abilities. bots in inventory - phantom, fenrir, nether, typhon, seraph, mars, skyros, ravana but yes overall its one too many beacon runners/mid range builds/glass cannons am open to any other recommendations and suggestions on bots/titans/builds as well |
2024.05.17 10:11 Joy1067 Of Arrogance and Valor
“Incredible!”
The rebel reeled from the punch, the fist slamming through his protective helmet and cracking his jaw. He choked out a sob at the pain and the feeling of several of his teeth being knocked down his throat.
“This? This is what you send to try and rebel against the Imperium?! THIS?!”
A harsh kick was sent into the rebels stomach, making him cough up the rations he had that morning and a few of the once missing teeth. He grabbed his stomach and his body made to tilt forward and lay in the dust.
Only he was stopped as an armored gauntlet grabbed him by the throat and forced him to stand. His hands came up and grabbed at his attackers wrist as he stared into his own grim reaper.
Said killer wore the helmet of the Macraggian Auxilia, his faceplate being that of a stylized skull. His rank was shown proudly in the form of a centurions plum, blue and white horsehair picked out atop a gilded mount on the top of his helmet.
“Incredible. It’s truly incredible what passes for rebellion these days hm?”
The soldiers behind the centurion laughed or smiled as they watched their leader hoist the rebel up as if the rebel was some game beast that was just recently hunted. Pressure in the form of steam shot out of the centurions wrist, betraying the hidden augmented limb under the armor. The rebel tried to speak, scratching at the Centurion’s arm.
“What? Speak up damn you, and speak clearly. I have no time or patience to hear some long speech about tyranny or whatever else. We have your city to burn insurgent.”
And burn it would. Two large tanks with massive flamers could be seen in the back, protected by infantry and assault vehicles. The main force would break the walls, the infantry would kill the people, and the tanks would burn the rest to ashes.
“Aghh….thill….you….thasard!”
The rebel said, spitting blood and bone fragments from his shattered jaw through what was left of his faceplate.
“Ah. Nothing interesting to say. Oh well.”
The rebel tried in vain to speak again but was silenced as the centurion forced a power gladius through his mouth. He was then unceremoniously dropped to the dust, choking on blood as he watched the Macraggian soldiers march on his home. The last thing he saw before dying was his killer, taking his helmet off and smiling in a wide, cocky manner. ————————————————————————
“Don’t spare the body men, he was a rebel. March over him.”
Tiberius Victor, Centurion of the 3rd Macraggain Legion, yelled as he wiped the grim that had built up over his helmet. He scowled at the filth that adorned his armor and sighed.
“Bloody rebels will pay for more than just rebellion. Look at this! They scratched my faceplate! And that bastard I just killed dared to spit blood at me! Oh they will pay tenfold.”
He chuckled and shrugged as he replaced his helmet. He rolled his head and drew the lapistol he had holstered at his side. He examined it for a moment before shaking his head.
“Ugh….to easy.”
He holstered the pistol again and flourished his gladius as he grabbed the handholds of a Leman Russ tank that was about to pass him by. He climbed up until he stood on top of the tank and crouched down, using his newfound height to look over his army and the objective.
The city was massive….but so were the last three he had burned. Both Imperial Army and even Ultramarine Legion Command had told him he was too far ahead and that he needed to slow down. But where was the fun in that? Besides, the campaign has been far too easy thus far. He had suffered very few casualties, his men were never hungry and his tanks never ran dry on fuel, and the enemy bled. Oh how they bled.
He sighed.
“Easy. Far too easy. Captain?”
The command hatch the tank he rode popped open and a woman in the dirty coveralls and goggled helmet of a tank commander. She looked around, rubbing her eyes before turning and smiling widely. She gave a crisp salute, one which he lazily returned, before nodding.
“Aye my Centurion?”
“Do we have any more wine about? I’m parched from all these victories we keep piling on.”
The captain cringed then turned towards the city.
“Uh….my centurion? Wouldn’t you rather have some water?”
Tiberius turned his head towards the captain, the tilt of his head betraying the cocky smile hidden beneath that the captain and the rest of the army had come to love and hate.
“Captain….are you questioning me?”
“I-no! No, of course not my centurion! But uh….well….”
He made a ‘go on’ motion with his hand, not bothering to stand up from the relaxed position he had taken. He had laid down on his side, his sword hand having sheathed his gladius to prop his head up.
“Well….shouldn’t uh….shouldn’t wine be saved for victory?”
The centurion stared at her for a moment. A very long moment. Perhaps….to long of a moment.
“I….I apologize my centurion! I will-“
Laughter. The centurion was laughing, something he rarely did outside of combat or when around the campfires at night. He laughed loudly and caught the attention of several other Auxilia soldiers.
“True! Haha! I knew I kept you around for something Captain. Fine, me and you shall share the first bottle of wine after that….excuse for a city burns. Return to your duties captain.”
He waved the captain off then turned his head back to the city, not moving out of his relaxed position. She knew better then to consider him lazy or incompetent, she had seen him in action.
She saluted and quickly went back down into her tank. ————————————————————————
He held his helmet in the crook of his arm. He breathed in deeply, smiling as he watched the city burn. Something grabbed his boot and looked down, only to scowl in disgust.
A woman, her lower half aflame with one leg missing, held onto his boot and shin guard.
“Please….mercy! We surrender!”
He raised an eyebrow and followed the trail the rebel left in the dust to see several more wounded and scared rebels. One held up a white rag on a piece of rebar as a white flag.
Several of his auxilia aimed their rifles at the rebels as a sergeant began to moved forward with a pair of restraints.
He was stopped by Tiberius’s sword.
“Sergeant? What are you doing?”
“Uh…taking prisoners sir?”
The centurion tilted his head and smiled widely.
“Prisoners? I don’t recall ordering anyone to take prisoners.”
He lifted his boot and stomped on the wounded woman’s head, smiling wickedly at the crunch he heard under his foot.
“Uh….no my Centurion but legion command has-“
“Legion command? You are taking orders from Ultramarines instead of telling me that such orders have come through?”
“There was no time sir! The orders came fro-“
Tiberius put his helmet on and shoved the sergeant to the side, ripping the rifle from the soldiers hands.
“I see no space marines here soldier. I see soldiers and I see rebels. We kill rebels because we are soldiers.”
He took aim at the closest rebel, put his finger on the trigger and-
“Thats enough Centurion.”
He stopped. He slowly turned his head towards the new, feminine voice behind him.
“Excuse me troo-“
He stopped again and stared. She had to have been 10 feet or at least close, this goddess in blue and gold. Her short, cropped hair was golden blonde and a green, metallic laurel wreath was wrapped around her head to add to her noble features. She came with several ultramarines as an honor guard in tow but he was sure she could handle anything thrown her way with ease.
“The Lady of Macragge.”
He whispered in awe before looking around. Those under his command had shared his awe but where he shook himself free, the rest still stared.
“Damn you all, our Lady is here! Bow damn you! All of you bow!”
He paced up and down the line, ensuring his auxilia bowed. He then turned towards the rebels and pointed at the guards who stood over them.
“Them too, cmon now. Bow!”
The rebels resisted the guards orders and movements. The centurions rage grew as he stormed over and pulled his gladius from its sheath.
“I command thee BOW.”
He sliced the back of the knees of one of the captives, the man yelping in pain before yelling in agony from his nearly cut tendons. The rest fell in line quickly.
Tiberius marched towards the Primarch, her honor guard bringing their weapons to bare only for him to kneel down and stab his gladius into the dirt.
“My Lady. Centurion Tiberius Victor of the 3rd Macraggian Legion reporting.”
The Primarch stared down at the Centurion before her eyes went up and around. She took note of the rather large number of prisoners and the burning cityscape around them.
“A good campaign Centurion?”
Tiberius nodded, smiling widely under his helmet.
“Yes my Lady. I only wish it weren’t so boring, so easy! But it is done.”
It took every ounce of self control to not scowl at his arrogant and cocky nature. He spoke as if he had stomped on a bug rather than a rebels skull. Yet….something about him caught her attention.
“Remove your helm centurion.”
He did so without delay, removing his helmet and setting it at her feet. His hair was cut in the traditional military ‘high and tight’ fashion and he was mostly clean cut save for a well trimmed mustache that went no further than the corners of his mouth.
“I recall telling my command staff to recall you back as you had pushed to far ahead. Yet we stand here at the city we were meant to take, the one we were meant to hold. The one….that is currently burning to ashes around us. What do you have to say for yourself Centurion?”
He said nothing for a long time. Then, to her surprise, he laughed. The auxilia around them slowly looked at each other, their faces hidden beneath their helmets but all were worried or tense.
“Hahah! Ah….I say mission accomplished my Lady. I also say that this light really brings out the color of your eyes.”
He laughed again and slowly stood up while extending his arms out wide.
“I say I give you the best gift this galaxy can offer to someone like you from someone like me.”
His smile grew into the same cocky, full of himself grin those under his command knew so well.
“I give you victory, my Lady Juno.”
He held his gladius up and flourished it, letting the blade catch the firelight of a dying city.
“Victory.”
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The rebel reeled from the punch, the fist slamming through his protective helmet and cracking his jaw. He choked out a sob at the pain and the feeling of several of his teeth being knocked down his throat.
“This? This is what you send to try and rebel against the Imperium?! THIS?!”
A harsh kick was sent into the rebels stomach, making him cough up the rations he had that morning and a few of the once missing teeth. He grabbed his stomach and his body made to tilt forward and lay in the dust.
Only he was stopped as an armored gauntlet grabbed him by the throat and forced him to stand. His hands came up and grabbed at his attackers wrist as he stared into his own grim reaper.
Said killer wore the helmet of the Macraggian Auxilia, his faceplate being that of a stylized skull. His rank was shown proudly in the form of a centurions plum, blue and white horsehair picked out atop a gilded mount on the top of his helmet.
“Incredible. It’s truly incredible what passes for rebellion these days hm?”
The soldiers behind the centurion laughed or smiled as they watched their leader hoist the rebel up as if the rebel was some game beast that was just recently hunted. Pressure in the form of steam shot out of the centurions wrist, betraying the hidden augmented limb under the armor. The rebel tried to speak, scratching at the Centurion’s arm.
“What? Speak up damn you, and speak clearly. I have no time or patience to hear some long speech about tyranny or whatever else. We have your city to burn insurgent.”
And burn it would. Two large tanks with massive flamers could be seen in the back, protected by infantry and assault vehicles. The main force would break the walls, the infantry would kill the people, and the tanks would burn the rest to ashes.
“Aghh….thill….you….thasard!”
The rebel said, spitting blood and bone fragments from his shattered jaw through what was left of his faceplate.
“Ah. Nothing interesting to say. Oh well.”
The rebel tried in vain to speak again but was silenced as the centurion forced a power gladius through his mouth. He was then unceremoniously dropped to the dust, choking on blood as he watched the Macraggian soldiers march on his home. The last thing he saw before dying was his killer, taking his helmet off and smiling in a wide, cocky manner. ————————————————————————
“Don’t spare the body men, he was a rebel. March over him.”
Tiberius Victor, Centurion of the 3rd Macraggain Legion, yelled as he wiped the grim that had built up over his helmet. He scowled at the filth that adorned his armor and sighed.
“Bloody rebels will pay for more than just rebellion. Look at this! They scratched my faceplate! And that bastard I just killed dared to spit blood at me! Oh they will pay tenfold.”
He chuckled and shrugged as he replaced his helmet. He rolled his head and drew the lapistol he had holstered at his side. He examined it for a moment before shaking his head.
“Ugh….to easy.”
He holstered the pistol again and flourished his gladius as he grabbed the handholds of a Leman Russ tank that was about to pass him by. He climbed up until he stood on top of the tank and crouched down, using his newfound height to look over his army and the objective.
The city was massive….but so were the last three he had burned. Both Imperial Army and even Ultramarine Legion Command had told him he was too far ahead and that he needed to slow down. But where was the fun in that? Besides, the campaign has been far too easy thus far. He had suffered very few casualties, his men were never hungry and his tanks never ran dry on fuel, and the enemy bled. Oh how they bled.
He sighed.
“Easy. Far too easy. Captain?”
The command hatch the tank he rode popped open and a woman in the dirty coveralls and goggled helmet of a tank commander. She looked around, rubbing her eyes before turning and smiling widely. She gave a crisp salute, one which he lazily returned, before nodding.
“Aye my Centurion?”
“Do we have any more wine about? I’m parched from all these victories we keep piling on.”
The captain cringed then turned towards the city.
“Uh….my centurion? Wouldn’t you rather have some water?”
Tiberius turned his head towards the captain, the tilt of his head betraying the cocky smile hidden beneath that the captain and the rest of the army had come to love and hate.
“Captain….are you questioning me?”
“I-no! No, of course not my centurion! But uh….well….”
He made a ‘go on’ motion with his hand, not bothering to stand up from the relaxed position he had taken. He had laid down on his side, his sword hand having sheathed his gladius to prop his head up.
“Well….shouldn’t uh….shouldn’t wine be saved for victory?”
The centurion stared at her for a moment. A very long moment. Perhaps….to long of a moment.
“I….I apologize my centurion! I will-“
Laughter. The centurion was laughing, something he rarely did outside of combat or when around the campfires at night. He laughed loudly and caught the attention of several other Auxilia soldiers.
“True! Haha! I knew I kept you around for something Captain. Fine, me and you shall share the first bottle of wine after that….excuse for a city burns. Return to your duties captain.”
He waved the captain off then turned his head back to the city, not moving out of his relaxed position. She knew better then to consider him lazy or incompetent, she had seen him in action.
She saluted and quickly went back down into her tank. ————————————————————————
He held his helmet in the crook of his arm. He breathed in deeply, smiling as he watched the city burn. Something grabbed his boot and looked down, only to scowl in disgust.
A woman, her lower half aflame with one leg missing, held onto his boot and shin guard.
“Please….mercy! We surrender!”
He raised an eyebrow and followed the trail the rebel left in the dust to see several more wounded and scared rebels. One held up a white rag on a piece of rebar as a white flag.
Several of his auxilia aimed their rifles at the rebels as a sergeant began to moved forward with a pair of restraints.
He was stopped by Tiberius’s sword.
“Sergeant? What are you doing?”
“Uh…taking prisoners sir?”
The centurion tilted his head and smiled widely.
“Prisoners? I don’t recall ordering anyone to take prisoners.”
He lifted his boot and stomped on the wounded woman’s head, smiling wickedly at the crunch he heard under his foot.
“Uh….no my Centurion but legion command has-“
“Legion command? You are taking orders from Ultramarines instead of telling me that such orders have come through?”
“There was no time sir! The orders came fro-“
Tiberius put his helmet on and shoved the sergeant to the side, ripping the rifle from the soldiers hands.
“I see no space marines here soldier. I see soldiers and I see rebels. We kill rebels because we are soldiers.”
He took aim at the closest rebel, put his finger on the trigger and-
“Thats enough Centurion.”
He stopped. He slowly turned his head towards the new, feminine voice behind him.
“Excuse me troo-“
He stopped again and stared. She had to have been 10 feet or at least close, this goddess in blue and gold. Her short, cropped hair was golden blonde and a green, metallic laurel wreath was wrapped around her head to add to her noble features. She came with several ultramarines as an honor guard in tow but he was sure she could handle anything thrown her way with ease.
“The Lady of Macragge.”
He whispered in awe before looking around. Those under his command had shared his awe but where he shook himself free, the rest still stared.
“Damn you all, our Lady is here! Bow damn you! All of you bow!”
He paced up and down the line, ensuring his auxilia bowed. He then turned towards the rebels and pointed at the guards who stood over them.
“Them too, cmon now. Bow!”
The rebels resisted the guards orders and movements. The centurions rage grew as he stormed over and pulled his gladius from its sheath.
“I command thee BOW.”
He sliced the back of the knees of one of the captives, the man yelping in pain before yelling in agony from his nearly cut tendons. The rest fell in line quickly.
Tiberius marched towards the Primarch, her honor guard bringing their weapons to bare only for him to kneel down and stab his gladius into the dirt.
“My Lady. Centurion Tiberius Victor of the 3rd Macraggian Legion reporting.”
The Primarch stared down at the Centurion before her eyes went up and around. She took note of the rather large number of prisoners and the burning cityscape around them.
“A good campaign Centurion?”
Tiberius nodded, smiling widely under his helmet.
“Yes my Lady. I only wish it weren’t so boring, so easy! But it is done.”
It took every ounce of self control to not scowl at his arrogant and cocky nature. He spoke as if he had stomped on a bug rather than a rebels skull. Yet….something about him caught her attention.
“Remove your helm centurion.”
He did so without delay, removing his helmet and setting it at her feet. His hair was cut in the traditional military ‘high and tight’ fashion and he was mostly clean cut save for a well trimmed mustache that went no further than the corners of his mouth.
“I recall telling my command staff to recall you back as you had pushed to far ahead. Yet we stand here at the city we were meant to take, the one we were meant to hold. The one….that is currently burning to ashes around us. What do you have to say for yourself Centurion?”
He said nothing for a long time. Then, to her surprise, he laughed. The auxilia around them slowly looked at each other, their faces hidden beneath their helmets but all were worried or tense.
“Hahah! Ah….I say mission accomplished my Lady. I also say that this light really brings out the color of your eyes.”
He laughed again and slowly stood up while extending his arms out wide.
“I say I give you the best gift this galaxy can offer to someone like you from someone like me.”
His smile grew into the same cocky, full of himself grin those under his command knew so well.
“I give you victory, my Lady Juno.”
He held his gladius up and flourished it, letting the blade catch the firelight of a dying city.
“Victory.”
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2024.05.17 04:49 NewWays91 Why Anastasia Worked as a Film, But Not on Stage (LOOOONG POST)
Adaptation is a game of give and take. Especially when you're adapting something from film to the stage, you have to be aware of what you are losing by removing from the piece when placing all of it in real time in front of the actors. With film you can use close-ups, montages, quick editing, lighting tricks, visual effects etc to create your world. The suspension of belief in film can be harder to keep in tact because we expect a degree of realism from it. In the theater, we know everything we're watching is an artifice. We know the sets are made of cardboard. We know the ocean is shiny plastic. We know that's not real blood or a real knife. You're going into this with a much higher suspension of belief than in film where the goal is often to mimic real life as much as humanly possible. One bad visual effect can break the whole movie. Think of how many reviews, good and bad, couldn't help but mention the less than great visuals in the final battle in the first Black Panther film. On stage, you have the benefit of actors being able to respond in real time to anything that goes wrong and because that person is right in front of us, we have that connection with them and we can go along for the ride much easier than with film. That give and take can make or break an adaptation because for whatever you take away you have to justify that choice by adding something to it. Many adaptations, regardless of the medium, don't always do this and if they do they don't fully understand why what they removed worked. Anastasia is one such example of this because while they do try to add new elements to the story, it almost feels like an entirely different show. But to explain the intricacies of that we need to go back, all the way back.
Don Bluth made a name for himself primarily in the 80's after leaving Disney and creating his own animated films. His work was seen by many as anti-Disney because of the complexity of themes, darker subject matter and animation style that wasn't afraid to be uncomfortable or ugly. That's the general perception of his work but I'd also argue that the relationships between the characters in his films were much more fleshed out and complex than a lot of the stuff Disney was releasing at the time or after. Bluth wasn't afraid to have his characters be rude or mean or cowardly or insecure. The protagonist wasn't always a hero in the purest sense and oftentimes characters would act in a way we'd consider realistic. If they were in a scary situation, they'd run away or try to get out of it. If it was a situation that could benefit them, they'd try to profit to the fullest. Bluth placed his characters in worlds that were very mean and cruel but this only served to heighten the moments of joy and levity. As the 90's rolled on and Disney managed to climb back to the top of the mountain, Bluth did what he could to try to keep up. He didn't see a ton of success in the 90's largely because while at times he tried to ape the Disney formula, they still felt like watered down Don Bluth films.
Enter Lynn Arhens and Stephen Flathery.
In the 90's, these two were some of the biggest names in musical theater with projects like Once On This Island and Ragtime under their belts, to name a few. Lynn Arhens is actually a personal hero and inspiration of mine and oddly enough not for her theater work, although I'm a huge fan of that as well. I grew up watching Schoolhouse Rock as a kid and I actually learned how to write songs while watching those videos. Laugh all you want but you tell me how'd you explain something as complex as parts of grammar or the solar system or the revolutionary war in three minutes or less, for children no less. Her superpower is being able to explain a lot of information in a very short amount of time while having you sing along. Another thing she excels at is making songs the audience can actually leave the theater humming. That being said, it's worth contextualizing the world in which the bulk of their success was born.
Much like Democrats shell shocked by the Republican successes of the 90's, everyone not named Andrew Lloyd Webber was still in a state of awe and envy due to the massive success of Phantom of the Opera, Cats and Evita. The mega musical was born in the 80's and as we tap danced into the 90's, everyone else was trying to catch up. A characteristic of musicals from this era was that they all had that one big song they could perform just about everywhere to pull people in who otherwise may have never given the show a second glance. This was often the catchiest song in the show, oftentimes the opener, and the rest of the songs could range from equally good to songs you'd skip on the soundtrack. This is very much an approach that Arhens and Flathery would use and while I wouldn't say any of their songs were outright bad, there's often quite a bit of fluff. On the flip side, the 90's Disney animated musicals maybe had 5 to 7 songs and there was definitely an economy of time at play here. Today an animated film can be two hours, in the 90's this was far from the case. Every song needed to have a specific function within the story and character development. Rarely would you get songs that are just there to be there. Les Poissons is an example of this. The court of miracles and gargoyles number from Hunchback are also examples. But usually the stronger films like Aladdin, Beauty and the Beast, The Lion King etc were very careful about how many songs and where they were placed. In theater, you can cut and remove songs during previews or even during the run of the show. Outside of doing test screenings, film doesn't really afford you this unless you're early enough in production that the changes can be done in a reasonable amount of time. It's not like Disney could've released a new version of Hunchback as it was in theaters if audiences weren't responding to A Guy Like You. All of this is important because while Don Bluth was very much aping Disney's style at the time, it was clear he was trying to bring elements of the theater to the film as well.
Anastasia the film for all its flaws, and we'll get to those, is a pretty tight narrative and nearly every single song serves some sort of narrative or character based purpose. If a character is singing there is a reason why and that character is important in some way. A big part of the reason why it works is because while it's definitely inspired by The Mouse's then current offerings, it still very much feels like a Don Bluth film. The concept of even turning this story into a musical is very off-beat and in-tune with what Bluth would normally make. I can't imagine Disney making The Secret of Nimh but I can imagine Bluth trying and succeeding at making The Black Cauldron. I really don't see Disney ever making a film like All Dog's Go to Heaven but I can definitely see Bluth doing something really interesting with The Great Mouse Detective. His style is dark and evocative and isn't afraid to make you deeply uncomfortable or sad. Anastasia definitely toes the line but there's sequences in there I just cannot imagine Disney ever doing. The sequence for Once Upon a December is so haunting, melancholy, deeply sad and yet hopeful. Anything having to do with those weird demon things, especially when they try to get Anya to commit suicide, is something Eisner would never let his animators do. At the same time, the relationship between Anya and Demitri feels less like a fairytale romance but honestly like a 90's Meg Ryan romcom. They argue like normal people. They joke with each other like an actual couple would. They feel very realistic and realistic relationships between characters is something Bluth excels at. Because the worlds he creates are usually pretty ugly in some ways, it allows for the relationships to be more grounded. You wouldn't but Anya falling for Demitri in a day like Ariel did for Eric because the world the former couple inhabits feels harsher and therefore the characters have more grit. That being said the film does have flaws that become very relevant once we start talking about the stage version:
1) The villain does not feel properly integrated into the story. Most Disney villains had some kind of relationship with the protagonist that sets the main conflict into motion. Ursula is the one who conducts the spell. Scar is both Simba's uncle and kills Mufasa. Jafar is the first main character we ever see and he's the one who finds Aladdin. Rasputin is in the opening and he does set up the main conflict but there's no relationship between him and the protagonists. They don't even know he's alive until the last ten minutes of the film. He impact the narrative but he definitely could have been woven into the narrative more. I think confining him to the underworld was a mistake. With some slight reworking, you could have had him appearing as some of the randos Anastasia meets along her journey or even have the orphanage owned by him a la Mister Sinister. The setting and time period feels more like a suggestion than any sort of adherence to historical accuracy so they could've gone wild.
2) Most of the stuff in Paris feels like a completely separate movie. The last song we get is Key to Your Heart, which is also the closest we get to fluff, and there's no song within the film proper until after that. At the Beginning absolutely slaps but it should've been in the actual film. Everything after Sophie's song is fine but the film takes on a much more serious and grounded tone until Rasputin decides to remind us he's in the movie. The somewhat surreal tone and the momentum the film had comes to a screeching halt once we get to Paris. That being said, it's still a very good portion of the film but it doesn't really match with anything else in the first two acts.
3) Rasputin's motivations aren't entirely clear. He's still alive because the curse hasn't been fulfilled, I think. He wants to die forreal but that only happens if Anya is offed and even then that's ambiguous. Does he wanna die? Does he wanna be human again? Did he want power of any sort? If he wants to fulfill the curse to move on, we see he bites the dust quite literally once Anya breaks the glowing thingy anyway. It's a cartoon so you could say don't think too hard about it but the logic falls apart the exact second you analyze it. Why not have Bartok just smash the thing once he realizes it's still active? Why does Rasputin want the Romanovs dead so damn badly? His reasonings aren't explained well in the beginning so his actions feel more like an act of interia that anything else.
4) The side characters are kinda annoying. Vlad is mostly okay because he serves a definite role in the story as playing the more level headed one to Demitri's more fiery personality. Sophie starts to grate on my nerves but whenever she does they shunt her out of the film. The mandatory cute animal sidekicks range from irritating to please make it stop.
For what it's worth, the stage adaptation exercises both animal sidekicks largely be consequence of this version trying to be more historical fiction rather than a Disney Renaissance style musical. That brings us to one of the biggest and most controversial changes in the stage version, Gleb. He's a Russian officer who is torn between his feelings for Anya and his duty to the cause. He replaced Rasputin as the main threat. With Gleb, they do rectify points 1 and 3 but this is not without losing much of the energy Rapustin injects into the piece. For all his faults, Rasputin and his weird demon things move shit from Point A to Point B while also being very entertaining at the same time. Gleb has more of a motivation than Rasputin but the story comes to a screeching halt whenever we have to focus on him. He is in love with Anya because she's hot I guess and we get so many songs of this dude belting for the gods about how much he wants her but he can't pursue her. There are a total of three songs counting reprises that are dedicated to this and they're basically all the same. Gleb wants to bone, he has daddy issues and we move on. He interacts with her more but there is no reason he should be this blue balled over a chick he does not know. Anya and Demitri still have great chemistry and the plot is reworked to give them more time together. I like their dynamic more in the film but the musical does this fine but just differently. Anya doesn't really even know Gleb nor that he wants to see if the curtains match the drapes. So we're stuck in this completely unnecessary lopsided love triangle that makes Wolverine, Scott and Jean Grey's bullshit seem like Shakespeare. There is almost zero evolution within Gleb's many croons about how much he wants to bang this chick. He comes to basically the same revelation every single time so whenever he gets a song it's basically time for a pee break. Unlike Rapustin who at least gets an entertaining last fight and death, Gleb doesn't really even get that. He corners her, she goes full on Malala and tells him to do what he's gotta do, he chickens out and dips. They try to give it some weight by having Anya comfort him but she doesn't know this man and she certainly doesn't know he's in love with her. It feels even less powerful than the original ending because at least Rasputin actually killed her family so there's some connection there. Gleb is the son of the guy who was involved so his connection to any of this is nebulous at best. Why not just make him an ex-boyfriend or orphan she grew up with? Why not actually just make him the dad Gleb keeps referring to? Rasputin actually wants her dead and the story moves mostly because of his machinations behind the scenes. Gleb feels shoehorned into this narrative and he's not even entertaining while he's there. His songs are slow, repetitive and he has no real personality.
This is not the only change they made to the story. Vlad now has a mini subplot where he's trying to get back Sophie, now named Lily. This means she's in the story a lot more than she was previously and they don't succeed in making her less annoying. In film, a character can bounce in and out of the narrative without us questioning why they're not there. Theater is a bit different because you can't really have characters that just show up and never appear again. It's been done but usually they'll have the actor play a dual role in the story as well. Lily gets a lot more to do and I'm sorry but almost every song she gets besides the one from the film are also pee break songs. Land of Yesterday just feels like a Russian version of If I Knew Then from Beetlejuice but with much less relevance to the story. The Empress also gets a song now and while it's more memorable than any of the stuff Gleb or Lily get, there's no reason for it to be there. Some composers feel the compulsion to make every single emotional beat a song and while I understand that desire, you don't need it. Honestly my first time seeing the show, I started laughing when she busted out singing because it's so random. The original film got the point across without this and the musical does not expand on her character in any way so there's nothing new to communicate here. Maybe they felt the character should sing more but even without Close the Door, she gets some parts in other songs. This is an example of the fluff I was referring to earlier.
But for everything they added, they removed a lot of stuff but tried to play it down the middle. For example, in the film Rasputin tries to get Anastasia to kill herself by giving her an enchanting dream that turns into a nightmare. Demetri saves her life, she now has learned to trust him more and we move on. In the musical, Rapustin no longer exists but the scene does in a way. Now she has a nightmare about her family being killed where she Demetri comforts her as he does before but there's no narrative reason for this scene to be here. By this point, they've had more moments to build the romantic connection so it feels redundant. They also want to give us a reason to lead into the song where they realize they both know each other and that she's really Anastasia. It's a very flimsy setup and the film did this much better by having Demetri be the one who saved her life. It also undercuts his character development by a lot. There's no scene where he rejects the money. He doesn't have a personal connection to Anya or her grandmother like he did before. His character is neutered a lot in this version and doesn't come off as selfless as he did before. He turns down the money but not only does he have less of a reason to that now, that reveal feels much less powerful. His character isn't even involved in saving her life towards the end. While they do get more time to bond in this version, I just don't feel like they added enough to justify some of these changes.
I don't quite understand why they chose to go the route of realism with the musical. Maybe they're responding to people who thought the more fantastical elements were out of place but as we can see without that, the story doesn't have much of a reason to be a musical. There's an older movie version of this story with Ingrid Bergman that hits a lot of the same beats as the 90's version. That version is decidedly not a musical and also isn't that great of a film either. This isn't the easiest story to make compelling and the 90's version threaded the needle as best as it could. By using the story of Anastasia as more of a jumping off point for the type of fairytale musical audiences had become used to, it managed to make the story more removed from the actual real life Anastasia who did in fact die, although that was not known back then. The musical leans too much into the history and it just doesn't work. There are dark shows that deal with heavy subject matter. The Color Purple is basically just Beat My Ass: The Musical. But that show isn't also trying to be a romantic whimsical experience, Anastasia very much is. I wish they had just kept Rapustin, weaved him into the story more naturally and gave him a stronger personal connection to Anastasia and kept the darker non-history related elements in the show. The movie is plenty dark at times but the history and political struggle is given a passing mention in the opening and is rarely ever brought up again unless to refer to actual murders. The musical felt like Bridge of Spies set to music with how much focus they put on the political aspect of the story. That does not mesh and I think it's part of the reason why this show doesn't have as strong of a following as the film. It's not ungodly awful, but it doesn't justify its existence.
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Don Bluth made a name for himself primarily in the 80's after leaving Disney and creating his own animated films. His work was seen by many as anti-Disney because of the complexity of themes, darker subject matter and animation style that wasn't afraid to be uncomfortable or ugly. That's the general perception of his work but I'd also argue that the relationships between the characters in his films were much more fleshed out and complex than a lot of the stuff Disney was releasing at the time or after. Bluth wasn't afraid to have his characters be rude or mean or cowardly or insecure. The protagonist wasn't always a hero in the purest sense and oftentimes characters would act in a way we'd consider realistic. If they were in a scary situation, they'd run away or try to get out of it. If it was a situation that could benefit them, they'd try to profit to the fullest. Bluth placed his characters in worlds that were very mean and cruel but this only served to heighten the moments of joy and levity. As the 90's rolled on and Disney managed to climb back to the top of the mountain, Bluth did what he could to try to keep up. He didn't see a ton of success in the 90's largely because while at times he tried to ape the Disney formula, they still felt like watered down Don Bluth films.
Enter Lynn Arhens and Stephen Flathery.
In the 90's, these two were some of the biggest names in musical theater with projects like Once On This Island and Ragtime under their belts, to name a few. Lynn Arhens is actually a personal hero and inspiration of mine and oddly enough not for her theater work, although I'm a huge fan of that as well. I grew up watching Schoolhouse Rock as a kid and I actually learned how to write songs while watching those videos. Laugh all you want but you tell me how'd you explain something as complex as parts of grammar or the solar system or the revolutionary war in three minutes or less, for children no less. Her superpower is being able to explain a lot of information in a very short amount of time while having you sing along. Another thing she excels at is making songs the audience can actually leave the theater humming. That being said, it's worth contextualizing the world in which the bulk of their success was born.
Much like Democrats shell shocked by the Republican successes of the 90's, everyone not named Andrew Lloyd Webber was still in a state of awe and envy due to the massive success of Phantom of the Opera, Cats and Evita. The mega musical was born in the 80's and as we tap danced into the 90's, everyone else was trying to catch up. A characteristic of musicals from this era was that they all had that one big song they could perform just about everywhere to pull people in who otherwise may have never given the show a second glance. This was often the catchiest song in the show, oftentimes the opener, and the rest of the songs could range from equally good to songs you'd skip on the soundtrack. This is very much an approach that Arhens and Flathery would use and while I wouldn't say any of their songs were outright bad, there's often quite a bit of fluff. On the flip side, the 90's Disney animated musicals maybe had 5 to 7 songs and there was definitely an economy of time at play here. Today an animated film can be two hours, in the 90's this was far from the case. Every song needed to have a specific function within the story and character development. Rarely would you get songs that are just there to be there. Les Poissons is an example of this. The court of miracles and gargoyles number from Hunchback are also examples. But usually the stronger films like Aladdin, Beauty and the Beast, The Lion King etc were very careful about how many songs and where they were placed. In theater, you can cut and remove songs during previews or even during the run of the show. Outside of doing test screenings, film doesn't really afford you this unless you're early enough in production that the changes can be done in a reasonable amount of time. It's not like Disney could've released a new version of Hunchback as it was in theaters if audiences weren't responding to A Guy Like You. All of this is important because while Don Bluth was very much aping Disney's style at the time, it was clear he was trying to bring elements of the theater to the film as well.
Anastasia the film for all its flaws, and we'll get to those, is a pretty tight narrative and nearly every single song serves some sort of narrative or character based purpose. If a character is singing there is a reason why and that character is important in some way. A big part of the reason why it works is because while it's definitely inspired by The Mouse's then current offerings, it still very much feels like a Don Bluth film. The concept of even turning this story into a musical is very off-beat and in-tune with what Bluth would normally make. I can't imagine Disney making The Secret of Nimh but I can imagine Bluth trying and succeeding at making The Black Cauldron. I really don't see Disney ever making a film like All Dog's Go to Heaven but I can definitely see Bluth doing something really interesting with The Great Mouse Detective. His style is dark and evocative and isn't afraid to make you deeply uncomfortable or sad. Anastasia definitely toes the line but there's sequences in there I just cannot imagine Disney ever doing. The sequence for Once Upon a December is so haunting, melancholy, deeply sad and yet hopeful. Anything having to do with those weird demon things, especially when they try to get Anya to commit suicide, is something Eisner would never let his animators do. At the same time, the relationship between Anya and Demitri feels less like a fairytale romance but honestly like a 90's Meg Ryan romcom. They argue like normal people. They joke with each other like an actual couple would. They feel very realistic and realistic relationships between characters is something Bluth excels at. Because the worlds he creates are usually pretty ugly in some ways, it allows for the relationships to be more grounded. You wouldn't but Anya falling for Demitri in a day like Ariel did for Eric because the world the former couple inhabits feels harsher and therefore the characters have more grit. That being said the film does have flaws that become very relevant once we start talking about the stage version:
1) The villain does not feel properly integrated into the story. Most Disney villains had some kind of relationship with the protagonist that sets the main conflict into motion. Ursula is the one who conducts the spell. Scar is both Simba's uncle and kills Mufasa. Jafar is the first main character we ever see and he's the one who finds Aladdin. Rasputin is in the opening and he does set up the main conflict but there's no relationship between him and the protagonists. They don't even know he's alive until the last ten minutes of the film. He impact the narrative but he definitely could have been woven into the narrative more. I think confining him to the underworld was a mistake. With some slight reworking, you could have had him appearing as some of the randos Anastasia meets along her journey or even have the orphanage owned by him a la Mister Sinister. The setting and time period feels more like a suggestion than any sort of adherence to historical accuracy so they could've gone wild.
2) Most of the stuff in Paris feels like a completely separate movie. The last song we get is Key to Your Heart, which is also the closest we get to fluff, and there's no song within the film proper until after that. At the Beginning absolutely slaps but it should've been in the actual film. Everything after Sophie's song is fine but the film takes on a much more serious and grounded tone until Rasputin decides to remind us he's in the movie. The somewhat surreal tone and the momentum the film had comes to a screeching halt once we get to Paris. That being said, it's still a very good portion of the film but it doesn't really match with anything else in the first two acts.
3) Rasputin's motivations aren't entirely clear. He's still alive because the curse hasn't been fulfilled, I think. He wants to die forreal but that only happens if Anya is offed and even then that's ambiguous. Does he wanna die? Does he wanna be human again? Did he want power of any sort? If he wants to fulfill the curse to move on, we see he bites the dust quite literally once Anya breaks the glowing thingy anyway. It's a cartoon so you could say don't think too hard about it but the logic falls apart the exact second you analyze it. Why not have Bartok just smash the thing once he realizes it's still active? Why does Rasputin want the Romanovs dead so damn badly? His reasonings aren't explained well in the beginning so his actions feel more like an act of interia that anything else.
4) The side characters are kinda annoying. Vlad is mostly okay because he serves a definite role in the story as playing the more level headed one to Demitri's more fiery personality. Sophie starts to grate on my nerves but whenever she does they shunt her out of the film. The mandatory cute animal sidekicks range from irritating to please make it stop.
For what it's worth, the stage adaptation exercises both animal sidekicks largely be consequence of this version trying to be more historical fiction rather than a Disney Renaissance style musical. That brings us to one of the biggest and most controversial changes in the stage version, Gleb. He's a Russian officer who is torn between his feelings for Anya and his duty to the cause. He replaced Rasputin as the main threat. With Gleb, they do rectify points 1 and 3 but this is not without losing much of the energy Rapustin injects into the piece. For all his faults, Rasputin and his weird demon things move shit from Point A to Point B while also being very entertaining at the same time. Gleb has more of a motivation than Rasputin but the story comes to a screeching halt whenever we have to focus on him. He is in love with Anya because she's hot I guess and we get so many songs of this dude belting for the gods about how much he wants her but he can't pursue her. There are a total of three songs counting reprises that are dedicated to this and they're basically all the same. Gleb wants to bone, he has daddy issues and we move on. He interacts with her more but there is no reason he should be this blue balled over a chick he does not know. Anya and Demitri still have great chemistry and the plot is reworked to give them more time together. I like their dynamic more in the film but the musical does this fine but just differently. Anya doesn't really even know Gleb nor that he wants to see if the curtains match the drapes. So we're stuck in this completely unnecessary lopsided love triangle that makes Wolverine, Scott and Jean Grey's bullshit seem like Shakespeare. There is almost zero evolution within Gleb's many croons about how much he wants to bang this chick. He comes to basically the same revelation every single time so whenever he gets a song it's basically time for a pee break. Unlike Rapustin who at least gets an entertaining last fight and death, Gleb doesn't really even get that. He corners her, she goes full on Malala and tells him to do what he's gotta do, he chickens out and dips. They try to give it some weight by having Anya comfort him but she doesn't know this man and she certainly doesn't know he's in love with her. It feels even less powerful than the original ending because at least Rasputin actually killed her family so there's some connection there. Gleb is the son of the guy who was involved so his connection to any of this is nebulous at best. Why not just make him an ex-boyfriend or orphan she grew up with? Why not actually just make him the dad Gleb keeps referring to? Rasputin actually wants her dead and the story moves mostly because of his machinations behind the scenes. Gleb feels shoehorned into this narrative and he's not even entertaining while he's there. His songs are slow, repetitive and he has no real personality.
This is not the only change they made to the story. Vlad now has a mini subplot where he's trying to get back Sophie, now named Lily. This means she's in the story a lot more than she was previously and they don't succeed in making her less annoying. In film, a character can bounce in and out of the narrative without us questioning why they're not there. Theater is a bit different because you can't really have characters that just show up and never appear again. It's been done but usually they'll have the actor play a dual role in the story as well. Lily gets a lot more to do and I'm sorry but almost every song she gets besides the one from the film are also pee break songs. Land of Yesterday just feels like a Russian version of If I Knew Then from Beetlejuice but with much less relevance to the story. The Empress also gets a song now and while it's more memorable than any of the stuff Gleb or Lily get, there's no reason for it to be there. Some composers feel the compulsion to make every single emotional beat a song and while I understand that desire, you don't need it. Honestly my first time seeing the show, I started laughing when she busted out singing because it's so random. The original film got the point across without this and the musical does not expand on her character in any way so there's nothing new to communicate here. Maybe they felt the character should sing more but even without Close the Door, she gets some parts in other songs. This is an example of the fluff I was referring to earlier.
But for everything they added, they removed a lot of stuff but tried to play it down the middle. For example, in the film Rasputin tries to get Anastasia to kill herself by giving her an enchanting dream that turns into a nightmare. Demetri saves her life, she now has learned to trust him more and we move on. In the musical, Rapustin no longer exists but the scene does in a way. Now she has a nightmare about her family being killed where she Demetri comforts her as he does before but there's no narrative reason for this scene to be here. By this point, they've had more moments to build the romantic connection so it feels redundant. They also want to give us a reason to lead into the song where they realize they both know each other and that she's really Anastasia. It's a very flimsy setup and the film did this much better by having Demetri be the one who saved her life. It also undercuts his character development by a lot. There's no scene where he rejects the money. He doesn't have a personal connection to Anya or her grandmother like he did before. His character is neutered a lot in this version and doesn't come off as selfless as he did before. He turns down the money but not only does he have less of a reason to that now, that reveal feels much less powerful. His character isn't even involved in saving her life towards the end. While they do get more time to bond in this version, I just don't feel like they added enough to justify some of these changes.
I don't quite understand why they chose to go the route of realism with the musical. Maybe they're responding to people who thought the more fantastical elements were out of place but as we can see without that, the story doesn't have much of a reason to be a musical. There's an older movie version of this story with Ingrid Bergman that hits a lot of the same beats as the 90's version. That version is decidedly not a musical and also isn't that great of a film either. This isn't the easiest story to make compelling and the 90's version threaded the needle as best as it could. By using the story of Anastasia as more of a jumping off point for the type of fairytale musical audiences had become used to, it managed to make the story more removed from the actual real life Anastasia who did in fact die, although that was not known back then. The musical leans too much into the history and it just doesn't work. There are dark shows that deal with heavy subject matter. The Color Purple is basically just Beat My Ass: The Musical. But that show isn't also trying to be a romantic whimsical experience, Anastasia very much is. I wish they had just kept Rapustin, weaved him into the story more naturally and gave him a stronger personal connection to Anastasia and kept the darker non-history related elements in the show. The movie is plenty dark at times but the history and political struggle is given a passing mention in the opening and is rarely ever brought up again unless to refer to actual murders. The musical felt like Bridge of Spies set to music with how much focus they put on the political aspect of the story. That does not mesh and I think it's part of the reason why this show doesn't have as strong of a following as the film. It's not ungodly awful, but it doesn't justify its existence.
2024.05.17 04:33 Mista9000 Perfectly Safe Demons -Ch 39- Sundresses at Night
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-Rooftop of the White Flame Factory-
Grigory smiled nervously at his men as they lounged on the rooftop patio. As the sun sank lower, he was happy to see them relax after the day's tensions. He’d wanted to give them their imps when they first arrived, or after the demonstration, but they seemed a little too skittish. Their reactions were causing him to doubt his strategy. If his most loyal supporters were repelled by them, wider acceptance was going to be a non-trivial hurdle. He’d been working on an improved version of the imps for months, but making them less threatening, or light forbid, ‘cute’, seemed deeply at odds with his plans. He hoped time might be the missing ingredient. Once they get a bit more familiar with them, they’ll come around. The imps were really nothing for them to fear.
The demonologist sat alone, observing how his men were dealing with the news. He was deep in thought, adjusting his plans and ruminating on his concerns. Was he forcing them to do things they weren’t comfortable with? The basis of his entire plan was that the whole world was to benefit from the imps, so it had to start somewhere, or he might as well give up. They seemed to be taking it as well as he could have hoped.
Catching a wisp of savoury smells, he thought it was scarcely fair to relax while Stanisk was busy in the kitchen. He rose to see if he could lend a hand with dinner. During their overland trek to the capital months ago, it was clear that Stanisk was a superlative cook, but Grigory was a dexterous helper. Much of what he knew about surgical techniques had been picked up preparing meals.
Grigory arrived at the great hall that served as the eating area. In the centre of the chamber, two long tables stretched across the room, capable of seating fifty, though only four simple chairs he had crafted a few weeks ago were present. His men had yet to grasp the potential of the imps' labour; instead of proper seating, they had improvised with crates and timbers haphazardly arranged around the tables. Near one table, a jute sack of potatoes lay abandoned on the floor, possibly mistaken for a makeshift seat. Grigory hoped they'd be eating the potatoes, not sitting on them.
Separated from the hall by a low half-wall, the kitchen bustled with activity. Stanisk sat on the thick timber counter, a casual sentinel over dinner’s preparations, while Jourgun and Klive stood nearby, deep in conversation with their commander.
Stanisk’s five imps, in their fancy clothes, dashed around the kitchen. Under his expert guidance they were preparing a grand feast. One was peeling potatoes, another stirred a great bubbling pot, while two were doing dishes.
“Sir, did you know that Stanisk’s imps have names? And fancy clothes! Can I have one like his?” Klive blurted when he saw his employer. “Uh, as it pleases milord, of course.”
“Plus mine bow when they bring us beers! They don't do that fresh out of hell!” Stanisk's toothy smile implied he might have been bowed at by imps a half dozen times already.
Grigory tilted his head and blinked for a second.
Surely a bit of clothes can’t have that much of an impact on their acceptance?
“Oh, Of course! Certainly!” he paused again. “Feel free to ask Stanisk for tips on how he made his.” Observing the bustling activity, “It looks like dinner is well in hand?” The kitchen was huge, far larger than the one at Planed Pine Peak Inn. A half dozen dishes simmered or baked, their aromas — exotic spices, rich gravies, and roasted meats filled the expansive space.
Stanisk replied without glancing away from the imps handling the tasks. “Well in hand, boss. Take ‘er easy tonight!” The imps' movements were quick and fluid, their antics distractingly comical at times. Grigory watched, smiling, as one imp hugged a yam to its chest that likely weighed more than it did, and made its way along the countertop from the vegetable sack to the cutting board. Each step was an exaggerated sway, the creature was badly top-heavy and teetering.
With effort he pulled his focus back, “Capital! I’ve a matter to attend to! Smells great already!”
Grigory went into the factory proper to whip up enough chairs for everyone. Simple wooden ones for now, but with cushions. Cushions were quick enough to make and he had a few cart loads of wool and woollen fabrics. He watched his imps work, glad he could share them with his whole team now. Obviously it made everything a bit riskier, but it was worth it. One of his concerns was that he’d been overlooking opportunities and uses. He was bound by only being able to think his own thoughts, so he was excited to see what non-demonologists would think of.
They carved and joined the pine chairs with their normal speed and accuracy, but watching them sew was its own reward. The imps wielded needles like longswords in their tiny hands, the points moving too fast to see clearly. They stacked up the plain cushions in a neat pile at the end of their low workbench.
He also didn’t have any utensils, placemats, serving spoons nor trivets either, since this was their first proper meal here. He commanded the imps to make those as well, and carry them like a row of ants from the workshop to the dining hall. The demonologist walked around the table, surveying his work. With a minor gesture of flame he lit the lamps, and frowned at the beige-grey of undyed wool of the chair cushions.
He pulled the chairs out, and one at a time enchanted the cushions to bright, cheerful colours. He was going to make them all company purple, but thought better of it. Enchanting colours was a fun spell to cast, because the act of changing its colour also unravelled enchantment as it went. Much like building and knocking over houses of cards, the end effect was a mundane unenchanted object, but in whatever colour he’d chosen. Having done the spell countless times for entire days to prepare for the midsummer tourney, he didn’t even have to check his notes for any of the hues.
Satisfied with his work, though slightly frustrated that his first and last red cushions weren’t quite the same shade, he sat down. He pulled a notebook out of his satchel and started making notes on his ideas for some improvements, mostly for his own use, but some to the things he’d be soon selling. Lost in his own world, he had no idea how much time had passed when Ros and Taritha joined him at the table.
“Good evening, milord,” Ros said deferentially.
The young herbalist elbowed him, “Come on, he had one rule! He was writing!”
“Oh! Terribly sorry, sir!” Ros stammered.
“Not at all, I was basically doodling. How’s your evening going, is everything to your liking?” Grigory closed his notebook and put it away.
“Amazing milord, These rooms are huge! They're bigger than some of the houses I was looking at!” Taritha said.
“Of course! No one wants to live in dingy cells! Glad to hear! It’s easy to make a place bigger when you are building fresh. Let me know if you find anything that needs fixing, our builders are still in town working on the harbour fortress now, but I can have them send someone if there is anything amiss!”
“I don’t reckon neither of us knew palaces this nice existed anywhere, milord!” Ros said with a shrug. “We might not be the best eyes for finding faults!”
“Heh! This is just the rustic first stage! Don’t worry about its crudeness for now, we’ll get there over time!” the demonologist promised, patting his satchel where the notebook of ideas was. His confidence was both unshakeable and unnecessary.
“Not to question your plans, but there are a lot more rooms than people. Are we expecting company? Are we hiring?” Taritha asked. Her eyebrows twitched slightly, having just questioned his plan for the first time.
“Big plans indeed! So that empty stretch east of the main building? That’s also part of our land grant. In a while we’ll be building a barracks there for our troops, while senior officers will stay in the main factory. That’s also why Stanisk will be taking a much more active role with civil defence. It’s central to our plan to secure the town, and by extension our own safety.”
“Our troops? Like us?” Jourgun asked, having joined them at the long table.
“Maybe? Probably not? We’ll see. The plan is to extensively recruit as we can afford it, since the pirate raid was just the beginning. We have something of incredible value, in the form of me, the imps and the factory itself. Many violent people feel they should possess every valuable thing, so we must be vigilant. Not to worry though! That’s just us planning for the worst. In reality, nothing like that will likely happen. Just by being well defended we’ll scare off the greedy.”
“Ah, like why it's dangerous for a beggar to wear a silk robe!” Rikad added as he joined them, along with a few others. The smells from the kitchen were intoxicatingly rich now, as Stanisk and Klive used the imps to finish and plate the meal.
“Just so, a lord can only have what he can defend, and because the first phases of my plan require a certain level of material wealth, I’ll need extensive defences,” Grigory explained as diplomatically as he could.
“The Empire itself will fear our might, milord!” Ros said excitedly.
“Nah, it won’t. That’s a dangerous thought. The Imperial army’s smallest deployable force is a legion, near enough to five thousand men. Even if we hit every hiring and training target, we’se not going to be in the business of fightin’ wars. Just enough to make us a spiky nut. The sort not worth chompin’,’” Stanisk called over from the kitchen.
“Oh,” Ros said, shrinking back into his seat.
“That’s more than all the men in the whole town!” Taritha lamented.
“Yeah, that’s why lil fishing villages don’t win wars. A legion is five thousand infantry with warships, supplies, siege cohorts, and command companies. If’n it’s a real fight, then they might deploy all ten Imperial legions. Then start raising more if’n they’re losing. We ain’t never gonna try to fight that. No nation in the world has ever picked that fight and won.”
To counter the grim tone settling over his celebratory dinner, Grigory chimed in with a reassuring smile, “We’re loyal Hyruxian subjects, and the legions protect us. We pay taxes in full, we’re on the right side of all this. We just want a bit of security against more, uh, regional actors. Besides, a large well equipped force lends our diplomacy weight we wouldn’t otherwise have.”
Now that the table was filling up and his men looked satisfied with his answers, he raised his voice to the kitchen, “How’s it going in there?”
“Good! I bought a deer from one of the hunters this morning, and it turned out just right!” Stanisk replied, personally putting the finishing touches on his creation. Aethlina moved across the kitchen to watch Stanisk work, making Grigory do a double take. He hadn’t realised she was even in the building.
“Oh! Capital! Everyone in the entire company is here now! Even better!” Grigory said, motioning Aethlina to sit by him. He was glad he’d made the full number of chairs!
Stanisk and Klive brought out plates heaped with slices of braised venison, steamed tubers and sautéed onions. Tubs of butter, bowls of gravy, and finally a heaping basket of fresh buns followed. Stanisk took his seat and, smiling with pride, “What’re you helpless kittens lookin’ at? Never seen dinner ‘afore? Dig in!”
The feast was a perfect end to a troubling day, and even though the conversation died down as they ate, Grigory observed every single one of his hirelings intently, relieved to see not a single one seemed put off by a meal made by demons. Catching Stanisk’s eye, he made an empty cup gesture.
“Imps! Bring us all some drinks! Wine, beer and water!” Stanisk shouted to his imps. With speed and efficiency, the little demons filled clay cups and brought everyone three drinks, exactly as ordered.
“Ah, dammit, I meant—It’s fine. Drink what you want and I’ll just dump the rest!” The chief of security’s good humour faded for an instant before returning twice as bright.
“No, I love having three drinks! And the water and beer are cold! In the summer! The gods themselves envy me!” Rikad declared.
“Uh oh! It looks like Mage Thippily made imps, but the imps made the real monster!” Kedril retorted, gesturing at Rikad holding three cups between his hands, rotating them to drink out of each, while spilling beer all over his own arm.
Their high spirits encouraged Grigory. He’d worried they would be morose and frightened tonight, after making them to live in what could be described as a hive of demons. Joking about the imps was beyond his expectations, so he smiled without speaking, sipping his red wine. Not his cherished Malaentian Red, but a nice varietal from the mainland he’d recently imported a few cases of. Once the plates were empty, Stanisk had the imps clear the table and start washing up while everyone remained seated at the long pine table, bellies full to bursting.
“That was spectacular Stanisk! Thank you!” Grigory offered, and everyone else chimed in a breath later.
“Nothing like a lifetime of bland ration bars for months to really spark an interest in what good food ought to be! I’m glad ya’se liked it,” the big veteran said dismissively.
“How is everyone finding their new accommodations? I know I don’t have all the furniture done just yet, but is everyone good for tonight?” Grigory asked, ever the eager host.
The men nodded and looked at each other. Complaining was frowned upon and nothing here was remotely a hardship.
“Capital! Glad to hear it, and by all means bring it to my attention if your needs are unmet!” Grigory sat still and everyone kept looking at him.
Now’s as good a time as any. It’s not even a surprise, I think I mentioned it a few times already.
“Ahem! So! I’d like to present each of you with your own imps! Some ground rules though; there may be people that aren’t ready for this style of magic, so I ask that you don’t mention anything about them anywhere outside of the factory. Or even imply there are any magical creatures, just that things get made here?”
He waited until they all at least nodded.
“Alright! Here you go, I have one for everyone! The imps are identical, so don’t worry about which ones you get. Um. Good luck?” With a shrug he reached down beside his chair and from a leather case he pulled a series of carved wooden boxes, and passed them out to everyone sitting at the table.
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With a muted clatter, Taritha watched as the small dark boxes were distributed. She wasn’t sure if there was one for her, being fairly new to the company. She wasn’t sure how she felt; owning demons seemed like a big step, but the ancient urge to possess something nice or powerful was one she wasn’t immune to. Her heart leapt as a heavy box slid in front of her.
With trepidation, she touched it with one finger; it appeared to be regular wood, perhaps stained oak. The box was small and rectangular, quite thin, and she held it easily in one hand. It was narrow enough to fit comfortably between her thumb and fingers, its weight noticeable but not oppressive. She had expected dread, palpable evil, or something, but it just felt a bit heavy. Turning it over, she saw no visible clasps or hinges. The outside was covered in the flawless ornate carvings she was starting to grow familiar with. This time, the carvings depicted joyful industrial scenes—strong men swinging square hammers, smoke stacks, and laden ships and carts. The central image on each side was gilded with gold leaf, making it strikingly dignified.
Ignoring the excitement and increasing movement around her, she felt as if she were in her own universe. She slowly pulled on the lid, finding it opened on tiny hidden hinges, revealing three ebony totems inside. They were the size and shape of a fairytale wand, resting on a bed of lush green velvet, held in place by a broad ribbon tied in a perfect bow.
Even without considering the priceless nature of the artefacts, she was impressed, almost distracted, by the quality of the presentation. He didn’t have to go to such lengths; she’d expected them to be simply handed to her.
She slid one of the totems out without undoing the bow. It was cool and heavy but otherwise seemed normal. She could see layers of impossibly fine carving, this time gilded with silver. She could sense the potent magic in the object, but it felt strange. She’d examined other enchanted items before, and their enchantments were all transcendently beautiful in a complex and technical way. This was so dense it felt like nothing. Or perhaps everything? She wasn’t sure, but it wasn’t at all like the other objects. Stilling herself and trying to puzzle out its secrets brought her no closer to any revelation. She shook her head and resolved to investigate further in private. She returned the totem to its place in the box and gently closed it.
Only now did she notice the table was thick with imps, more than twenty darting and leaping energetically. Her colleagues had summoned theirs and were already giving orders.
“You two, throw the third imp as high as you can!”
“Merp!”
“All of you, cross the table as fast as you can, but walk on your hands!”
“Merp!”
“Duel with these forks!”
“Merp! Merp!”
The men were laughing and pointing between shouting out fresh orders. All the commands were pointless and frivolous, making Taritha powerfully uncomfortable. These were forces of nature, extraplanar beings of unimaginable power, and they were being made to sprint into empty mugs to see how far the mug would fly!?
She shot a questioning look to the master demonologist to gauge his reaction. He was smiling and complimenting their creativity, so maybe she was overreacting? Still, she had no interest in wasting them on silly games. Emergencies only. Or at least serious concerns only. Not for dodging knotted linen napkins, that’s for sure!
With the burden of responsibility successfully dodged, she was free to watch everyone else’s fun. The cacophony of excitement was so infectious that she found herself giggling and pointing at them racing as makeshift horses, with an imp bent over holding the tiny waist of the imp in front of him, while a third one sat atop as a rider. They were so silly looking and energetic.
“You’re sure this doesn’t hurt or anger them?” Taritha asked.
“Oh my no, it’s not like that at all. They have minds, but lack awareness, or awareness of their own mind I guess? It’s fine! They are just made out of the same stuff as demons, but not actually demonic.” The mage stood up and stretched. “They are remarkably durable, it’s unlikely anything short of silvered steel will harm them. I, on the other hand, am at risk of being badly over-tired already! I trust you will be okay, left on your own! I’ll see you in the morning!”
“I’se properly tired too, but if you want, let's pop into the factory and I’ll show you how to get them to make their own clothes. It’s just tellin’ ‘em to do that, so you’se might not need too much hand holding!” Stanisk pushed himself away from the long table, and motioned for them to follow him.
They went into the cavernous factory, just across the hallway. What was an impressive and huge room in the daylight was now an infinite blackness, like a starless night. A few men had grabbed leviathan-oil lamps off the table, and they huddled in a small circle of warm, safe light. They gathered around a long low table, and Stanisk laid out a few bolts of fabric. The fine weaves were familiar to Taritha; they were the same as those used in the clothes she’d been getting from the company.
“It’s simple enough,” Stanisk said as he put a heavy leather bag of tools on the table. “Just say what you want, with as much or as little detail, and they’ll just make that.”
“Imps, make a suit of legion plate armour, imp-sized, out of shoe leather!” Rikad said with glee.
“Merp!” replied several at once, as they began cutting and forming the leather without hesitation. The imps even used grey wool for the under-mail parts, and tiny flares of hellfire to warp the leather into the right shapes. Soon, a tiny suit of black armour lay on the table, looking like what an imperial heavy infantryman would wear, but distorted to the proportions of the gawky imps.
“I dub thee, Imperial commander, Real Imp. Don thy armour!” Rikad ordered. “Do they remember their names?” he asked over his shoulder to Stanisk.
“Oh yeah, they’re proper sharp!” he confirmed.
“Create an imp-sized lord's robe with a sash of office! When it is done, you shall be known as D’Imp Lomat! I might need a minute to think of the last one though…” Rikad said to everyone watching his imps.
Reluctantly, Taritha opened the box and invoked her three imps. She looked at them closely; as far as she could tell, they were perfectly interchangeable with every other imp.
Looking over the fabrics, she chose a striking blue, a deep red, and a golden yellow. “Imps! Make imp-sized sundresses, mainly white with these colours as a main theme. and matching coloured sun hats,” she added hastily. Their heads were distractingly inhuman, so covering them might help. She watched them work, even interrupting a few times to ask for embroidered details and minor adjustments. Once they finished, she had them don their new outfits.
Oh! The hems seem scandalously short on their long lanky legs! Better than before, but not by a lot.
“Imps, please put on the hats that match the colour of your dress.”
“Merp.”
Much better! They look like ladies now!
“You are now Lady Bluebird, Lady Crossbill, and…” She paused at the last one, thinking of songbirds that were as bright yellow as the fabric. “Miss Goldfinch!”
She leaned back and admired her little ladies. They were far less threatening now, and their dull crimson skin really made the dresses look extra vibrant.
“Dang Taritha, how did you make yours so pretty? I want some pretty ones!” Jourgun commented as he looked over.
“Drool over your own demons! These are mine!” she said playfully. There was an undercurrent of possessiveness that she didn’t expect, but these ones were hers now. “Anyways, I’m going to bed too, you guys are too slow! Have fun, boys!” she said as she devoked her imps. The new clothes fell to the work surface.
“Oh yeah, they don’t take that with ‘em, wherever they go, so just keep it in a lil bag or whatever,” Stanisk said when he saw her distress. “They gotta get dressed every time you invoke it,” he shrugged.
So much to learn today!
With a brave smile, she replaced the totems in the box and gathered the dresses and hats. “Mind if I take…” she said as she slowly lifted a lamp from near Rikad.
“Oh yeah, all yours,” he said dismissively, fully engrossed in examining the tiny lordly robes of D’Imp Lomat.
She went back to the hall, up the wide even stairs to the third floor. She’d only spent a bit of time investigating it earlier, as she and Ros had been anxious about being late for dinner. She saw the heap of her worldly possessions against the wall where she’d left them. The only furniture here was the bed, but by the sounds of it, getting some tables, chairs, and wardrobes would be easy enough tomorrow. She placed the totem box and the tiny outfits on the floor beside the bed.
The bed itself was unlike any she’d ever heard of. Crafted with thick pine beams and topped with a mattress of imported cotton, it was probably wider than her entire hovel. A family of five could sleep on it and barely touch. She couldn’t imagine a more lordly bed. Its refined look and the luxurious softness were worlds apart from the coarse fabric and straw she was used to. Sometimes in the fall, she’d add freshly fallen leaves to her straw mattress for extra comfort, but that was a fleeting pleasure. This bed, however, promised constant comfort. She eyed the pile of heavy blankets at the foot of the bed. Recently, she had bought a single blanket from the market, thin and scratchy, but these were the mage’s blankets—thick, plush, and impossibly soft.
She shut the heavy door and took off her tall boots. The floor felt smooth under her bare feet. Even having a floor was a new luxury; she was accustomed to hard-packed dirt floors like most everyone else. This wasn’t just a floor; it was a delicate herringbone pattern of different kinds of wood, obviously done by the agile imps. It was cleaner, smoother, and more level than any table she’d eaten off before the mage came to town.
She stopped admiring the floor and stripped to her shift. She felt exposed being so undressed around so many men. She reasoned it out—the iron and oak door was stronger than a hide flap, and this would doubtlessly be the safest sleep of her life. Just a reaction, not a reality. She left the lamp on the floor and got in bed.
With a panic, she yelped as the whole bed flowed underneath her, as if she’d stepped on the tail of a sleeping cat. She tried to get up but her feet were already off the floor, and she couldn’t find a stable purchase with her hands. She froze up to think her way out of it, and the bed stopped moving almost as soon as she did.
Her heart pounded in her chest.
Was this an enchantment gone awry? Some bed demon?
Slowly, she log-rolled towards the edge of the bed, and the mattress under her also slowly moved, but not enough to stop her. Slow and steady, she might get free yet. Finally, she was close enough to put a foot down and stand. The bed flowed back to being perfectly flat.
She stood up, with a hand to her sternum, trying to catch her breath.
Think! What did the mage say about this today? It would magically adjust? Maybe that was all it was doing?
She leaned over and gently pushed down with a single fist. It was super pliable, then increasingly firm. But it felt unlike anything else—stacks of clothes or hides all felt different when they got pressed.
It must be magic. No time to be timid, and it would be humiliating to go to either the mage or the chief about this.
The only spell she could reliably cast was a gesture of Mana-Visualization. It caused the invisible lines of arcane energy to glow visibly, in bright colours that hinted at their use and purpose. She cast it to better examine her bed. It wasn’t enchanted as she expected; rather, hundreds and hundreds of things inside it were, and they linked and overlapped in ways she wouldn’t understand if she studied enchantments for a decade. She involuntarily took a step back from it, like finding a hundred warhorses inside a small cabinet.
She dismissed the gesture. With renewed determination, she slowly sat down on the bed. It shifted but only a bit. It was very soft and comfortable. Slowly, she turned and laid back, fighting her panic as the mattress kept shifting everywhere her body touched it, unnervingly lifelike. Fully laying down, she stopped and the mattress stopped. Even as her eyes were still wide with terror, she started to calm down. To test her theories, she rolled onto her side, and the mattress under her hip grew softer, and the part under her ribs grew firmer, until the pressure equalised. Rolling back, she felt it shift again, and once more the mattress's firmness changed all up and down her body, stopping once it was the same shape as her body’s pressure, resulting in sublime comfort.
Oh. This is incredible. I get it now!
She reached to the foot of the bed, pulled one of the soft blankets up to her chin, reached down to extinguish the lamp and drifted off into a better sleep than anyone in the history of her family ever had.
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-Rooftop of the White Flame Factory-
Grigory smiled nervously at his men as they lounged on the rooftop patio. As the sun sank lower, he was happy to see them relax after the day's tensions. He’d wanted to give them their imps when they first arrived, or after the demonstration, but they seemed a little too skittish. Their reactions were causing him to doubt his strategy. If his most loyal supporters were repelled by them, wider acceptance was going to be a non-trivial hurdle. He’d been working on an improved version of the imps for months, but making them less threatening, or light forbid, ‘cute’, seemed deeply at odds with his plans. He hoped time might be the missing ingredient. Once they get a bit more familiar with them, they’ll come around. The imps were really nothing for them to fear.
The demonologist sat alone, observing how his men were dealing with the news. He was deep in thought, adjusting his plans and ruminating on his concerns. Was he forcing them to do things they weren’t comfortable with? The basis of his entire plan was that the whole world was to benefit from the imps, so it had to start somewhere, or he might as well give up. They seemed to be taking it as well as he could have hoped.
Catching a wisp of savoury smells, he thought it was scarcely fair to relax while Stanisk was busy in the kitchen. He rose to see if he could lend a hand with dinner. During their overland trek to the capital months ago, it was clear that Stanisk was a superlative cook, but Grigory was a dexterous helper. Much of what he knew about surgical techniques had been picked up preparing meals.
Grigory arrived at the great hall that served as the eating area. In the centre of the chamber, two long tables stretched across the room, capable of seating fifty, though only four simple chairs he had crafted a few weeks ago were present. His men had yet to grasp the potential of the imps' labour; instead of proper seating, they had improvised with crates and timbers haphazardly arranged around the tables. Near one table, a jute sack of potatoes lay abandoned on the floor, possibly mistaken for a makeshift seat. Grigory hoped they'd be eating the potatoes, not sitting on them.
Separated from the hall by a low half-wall, the kitchen bustled with activity. Stanisk sat on the thick timber counter, a casual sentinel over dinner’s preparations, while Jourgun and Klive stood nearby, deep in conversation with their commander.
Stanisk’s five imps, in their fancy clothes, dashed around the kitchen. Under his expert guidance they were preparing a grand feast. One was peeling potatoes, another stirred a great bubbling pot, while two were doing dishes.
“Sir, did you know that Stanisk’s imps have names? And fancy clothes! Can I have one like his?” Klive blurted when he saw his employer. “Uh, as it pleases milord, of course.”
“Plus mine bow when they bring us beers! They don't do that fresh out of hell!” Stanisk's toothy smile implied he might have been bowed at by imps a half dozen times already.
Grigory tilted his head and blinked for a second.
Surely a bit of clothes can’t have that much of an impact on their acceptance?
“Oh, Of course! Certainly!” he paused again. “Feel free to ask Stanisk for tips on how he made his.” Observing the bustling activity, “It looks like dinner is well in hand?” The kitchen was huge, far larger than the one at Planed Pine Peak Inn. A half dozen dishes simmered or baked, their aromas — exotic spices, rich gravies, and roasted meats filled the expansive space.
Stanisk replied without glancing away from the imps handling the tasks. “Well in hand, boss. Take ‘er easy tonight!” The imps' movements were quick and fluid, their antics distractingly comical at times. Grigory watched, smiling, as one imp hugged a yam to its chest that likely weighed more than it did, and made its way along the countertop from the vegetable sack to the cutting board. Each step was an exaggerated sway, the creature was badly top-heavy and teetering.
With effort he pulled his focus back, “Capital! I’ve a matter to attend to! Smells great already!”
Grigory went into the factory proper to whip up enough chairs for everyone. Simple wooden ones for now, but with cushions. Cushions were quick enough to make and he had a few cart loads of wool and woollen fabrics. He watched his imps work, glad he could share them with his whole team now. Obviously it made everything a bit riskier, but it was worth it. One of his concerns was that he’d been overlooking opportunities and uses. He was bound by only being able to think his own thoughts, so he was excited to see what non-demonologists would think of.
They carved and joined the pine chairs with their normal speed and accuracy, but watching them sew was its own reward. The imps wielded needles like longswords in their tiny hands, the points moving too fast to see clearly. They stacked up the plain cushions in a neat pile at the end of their low workbench.
He also didn’t have any utensils, placemats, serving spoons nor trivets either, since this was their first proper meal here. He commanded the imps to make those as well, and carry them like a row of ants from the workshop to the dining hall. The demonologist walked around the table, surveying his work. With a minor gesture of flame he lit the lamps, and frowned at the beige-grey of undyed wool of the chair cushions.
He pulled the chairs out, and one at a time enchanted the cushions to bright, cheerful colours. He was going to make them all company purple, but thought better of it. Enchanting colours was a fun spell to cast, because the act of changing its colour also unravelled enchantment as it went. Much like building and knocking over houses of cards, the end effect was a mundane unenchanted object, but in whatever colour he’d chosen. Having done the spell countless times for entire days to prepare for the midsummer tourney, he didn’t even have to check his notes for any of the hues.
Satisfied with his work, though slightly frustrated that his first and last red cushions weren’t quite the same shade, he sat down. He pulled a notebook out of his satchel and started making notes on his ideas for some improvements, mostly for his own use, but some to the things he’d be soon selling. Lost in his own world, he had no idea how much time had passed when Ros and Taritha joined him at the table.
“Good evening, milord,” Ros said deferentially.
The young herbalist elbowed him, “Come on, he had one rule! He was writing!”
“Oh! Terribly sorry, sir!” Ros stammered.
“Not at all, I was basically doodling. How’s your evening going, is everything to your liking?” Grigory closed his notebook and put it away.
“Amazing milord, These rooms are huge! They're bigger than some of the houses I was looking at!” Taritha said.
“Of course! No one wants to live in dingy cells! Glad to hear! It’s easy to make a place bigger when you are building fresh. Let me know if you find anything that needs fixing, our builders are still in town working on the harbour fortress now, but I can have them send someone if there is anything amiss!”
“I don’t reckon neither of us knew palaces this nice existed anywhere, milord!” Ros said with a shrug. “We might not be the best eyes for finding faults!”
“Heh! This is just the rustic first stage! Don’t worry about its crudeness for now, we’ll get there over time!” the demonologist promised, patting his satchel where the notebook of ideas was. His confidence was both unshakeable and unnecessary.
“Not to question your plans, but there are a lot more rooms than people. Are we expecting company? Are we hiring?” Taritha asked. Her eyebrows twitched slightly, having just questioned his plan for the first time.
“Big plans indeed! So that empty stretch east of the main building? That’s also part of our land grant. In a while we’ll be building a barracks there for our troops, while senior officers will stay in the main factory. That’s also why Stanisk will be taking a much more active role with civil defence. It’s central to our plan to secure the town, and by extension our own safety.”
“Our troops? Like us?” Jourgun asked, having joined them at the long table.
“Maybe? Probably not? We’ll see. The plan is to extensively recruit as we can afford it, since the pirate raid was just the beginning. We have something of incredible value, in the form of me, the imps and the factory itself. Many violent people feel they should possess every valuable thing, so we must be vigilant. Not to worry though! That’s just us planning for the worst. In reality, nothing like that will likely happen. Just by being well defended we’ll scare off the greedy.”
“Ah, like why it's dangerous for a beggar to wear a silk robe!” Rikad added as he joined them, along with a few others. The smells from the kitchen were intoxicatingly rich now, as Stanisk and Klive used the imps to finish and plate the meal.
“Just so, a lord can only have what he can defend, and because the first phases of my plan require a certain level of material wealth, I’ll need extensive defences,” Grigory explained as diplomatically as he could.
“The Empire itself will fear our might, milord!” Ros said excitedly.
“Nah, it won’t. That’s a dangerous thought. The Imperial army’s smallest deployable force is a legion, near enough to five thousand men. Even if we hit every hiring and training target, we’se not going to be in the business of fightin’ wars. Just enough to make us a spiky nut. The sort not worth chompin’,’” Stanisk called over from the kitchen.
“Oh,” Ros said, shrinking back into his seat.
“That’s more than all the men in the whole town!” Taritha lamented.
“Yeah, that’s why lil fishing villages don’t win wars. A legion is five thousand infantry with warships, supplies, siege cohorts, and command companies. If’n it’s a real fight, then they might deploy all ten Imperial legions. Then start raising more if’n they’re losing. We ain’t never gonna try to fight that. No nation in the world has ever picked that fight and won.”
To counter the grim tone settling over his celebratory dinner, Grigory chimed in with a reassuring smile, “We’re loyal Hyruxian subjects, and the legions protect us. We pay taxes in full, we’re on the right side of all this. We just want a bit of security against more, uh, regional actors. Besides, a large well equipped force lends our diplomacy weight we wouldn’t otherwise have.”
Now that the table was filling up and his men looked satisfied with his answers, he raised his voice to the kitchen, “How’s it going in there?”
“Good! I bought a deer from one of the hunters this morning, and it turned out just right!” Stanisk replied, personally putting the finishing touches on his creation. Aethlina moved across the kitchen to watch Stanisk work, making Grigory do a double take. He hadn’t realised she was even in the building.
“Oh! Capital! Everyone in the entire company is here now! Even better!” Grigory said, motioning Aethlina to sit by him. He was glad he’d made the full number of chairs!
Stanisk and Klive brought out plates heaped with slices of braised venison, steamed tubers and sautéed onions. Tubs of butter, bowls of gravy, and finally a heaping basket of fresh buns followed. Stanisk took his seat and, smiling with pride, “What’re you helpless kittens lookin’ at? Never seen dinner ‘afore? Dig in!”
The feast was a perfect end to a troubling day, and even though the conversation died down as they ate, Grigory observed every single one of his hirelings intently, relieved to see not a single one seemed put off by a meal made by demons. Catching Stanisk’s eye, he made an empty cup gesture.
“Imps! Bring us all some drinks! Wine, beer and water!” Stanisk shouted to his imps. With speed and efficiency, the little demons filled clay cups and brought everyone three drinks, exactly as ordered.
“Ah, dammit, I meant—It’s fine. Drink what you want and I’ll just dump the rest!” The chief of security’s good humour faded for an instant before returning twice as bright.
“No, I love having three drinks! And the water and beer are cold! In the summer! The gods themselves envy me!” Rikad declared.
“Uh oh! It looks like Mage Thippily made imps, but the imps made the real monster!” Kedril retorted, gesturing at Rikad holding three cups between his hands, rotating them to drink out of each, while spilling beer all over his own arm.
Their high spirits encouraged Grigory. He’d worried they would be morose and frightened tonight, after making them to live in what could be described as a hive of demons. Joking about the imps was beyond his expectations, so he smiled without speaking, sipping his red wine. Not his cherished Malaentian Red, but a nice varietal from the mainland he’d recently imported a few cases of. Once the plates were empty, Stanisk had the imps clear the table and start washing up while everyone remained seated at the long pine table, bellies full to bursting.
“That was spectacular Stanisk! Thank you!” Grigory offered, and everyone else chimed in a breath later.
“Nothing like a lifetime of bland ration bars for months to really spark an interest in what good food ought to be! I’m glad ya’se liked it,” the big veteran said dismissively.
“How is everyone finding their new accommodations? I know I don’t have all the furniture done just yet, but is everyone good for tonight?” Grigory asked, ever the eager host.
The men nodded and looked at each other. Complaining was frowned upon and nothing here was remotely a hardship.
“Capital! Glad to hear it, and by all means bring it to my attention if your needs are unmet!” Grigory sat still and everyone kept looking at him.
Now’s as good a time as any. It’s not even a surprise, I think I mentioned it a few times already.
“Ahem! So! I’d like to present each of you with your own imps! Some ground rules though; there may be people that aren’t ready for this style of magic, so I ask that you don’t mention anything about them anywhere outside of the factory. Or even imply there are any magical creatures, just that things get made here?”
He waited until they all at least nodded.
“Alright! Here you go, I have one for everyone! The imps are identical, so don’t worry about which ones you get. Um. Good luck?” With a shrug he reached down beside his chair and from a leather case he pulled a series of carved wooden boxes, and passed them out to everyone sitting at the table.
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With a muted clatter, Taritha watched as the small dark boxes were distributed. She wasn’t sure if there was one for her, being fairly new to the company. She wasn’t sure how she felt; owning demons seemed like a big step, but the ancient urge to possess something nice or powerful was one she wasn’t immune to. Her heart leapt as a heavy box slid in front of her.
With trepidation, she touched it with one finger; it appeared to be regular wood, perhaps stained oak. The box was small and rectangular, quite thin, and she held it easily in one hand. It was narrow enough to fit comfortably between her thumb and fingers, its weight noticeable but not oppressive. She had expected dread, palpable evil, or something, but it just felt a bit heavy. Turning it over, she saw no visible clasps or hinges. The outside was covered in the flawless ornate carvings she was starting to grow familiar with. This time, the carvings depicted joyful industrial scenes—strong men swinging square hammers, smoke stacks, and laden ships and carts. The central image on each side was gilded with gold leaf, making it strikingly dignified.
Ignoring the excitement and increasing movement around her, she felt as if she were in her own universe. She slowly pulled on the lid, finding it opened on tiny hidden hinges, revealing three ebony totems inside. They were the size and shape of a fairytale wand, resting on a bed of lush green velvet, held in place by a broad ribbon tied in a perfect bow.
Even without considering the priceless nature of the artefacts, she was impressed, almost distracted, by the quality of the presentation. He didn’t have to go to such lengths; she’d expected them to be simply handed to her.
She slid one of the totems out without undoing the bow. It was cool and heavy but otherwise seemed normal. She could see layers of impossibly fine carving, this time gilded with silver. She could sense the potent magic in the object, but it felt strange. She’d examined other enchanted items before, and their enchantments were all transcendently beautiful in a complex and technical way. This was so dense it felt like nothing. Or perhaps everything? She wasn’t sure, but it wasn’t at all like the other objects. Stilling herself and trying to puzzle out its secrets brought her no closer to any revelation. She shook her head and resolved to investigate further in private. She returned the totem to its place in the box and gently closed it.
Only now did she notice the table was thick with imps, more than twenty darting and leaping energetically. Her colleagues had summoned theirs and were already giving orders.
“You two, throw the third imp as high as you can!”
“Merp!”
“All of you, cross the table as fast as you can, but walk on your hands!”
“Merp!”
“Duel with these forks!”
“Merp! Merp!”
The men were laughing and pointing between shouting out fresh orders. All the commands were pointless and frivolous, making Taritha powerfully uncomfortable. These were forces of nature, extraplanar beings of unimaginable power, and they were being made to sprint into empty mugs to see how far the mug would fly!?
She shot a questioning look to the master demonologist to gauge his reaction. He was smiling and complimenting their creativity, so maybe she was overreacting? Still, she had no interest in wasting them on silly games. Emergencies only. Or at least serious concerns only. Not for dodging knotted linen napkins, that’s for sure!
With the burden of responsibility successfully dodged, she was free to watch everyone else’s fun. The cacophony of excitement was so infectious that she found herself giggling and pointing at them racing as makeshift horses, with an imp bent over holding the tiny waist of the imp in front of him, while a third one sat atop as a rider. They were so silly looking and energetic.
“You’re sure this doesn’t hurt or anger them?” Taritha asked.
“Oh my no, it’s not like that at all. They have minds, but lack awareness, or awareness of their own mind I guess? It’s fine! They are just made out of the same stuff as demons, but not actually demonic.” The mage stood up and stretched. “They are remarkably durable, it’s unlikely anything short of silvered steel will harm them. I, on the other hand, am at risk of being badly over-tired already! I trust you will be okay, left on your own! I’ll see you in the morning!”
“I’se properly tired too, but if you want, let's pop into the factory and I’ll show you how to get them to make their own clothes. It’s just tellin’ ‘em to do that, so you’se might not need too much hand holding!” Stanisk pushed himself away from the long table, and motioned for them to follow him.
They went into the cavernous factory, just across the hallway. What was an impressive and huge room in the daylight was now an infinite blackness, like a starless night. A few men had grabbed leviathan-oil lamps off the table, and they huddled in a small circle of warm, safe light. They gathered around a long low table, and Stanisk laid out a few bolts of fabric. The fine weaves were familiar to Taritha; they were the same as those used in the clothes she’d been getting from the company.
“It’s simple enough,” Stanisk said as he put a heavy leather bag of tools on the table. “Just say what you want, with as much or as little detail, and they’ll just make that.”
“Imps, make a suit of legion plate armour, imp-sized, out of shoe leather!” Rikad said with glee.
“Merp!” replied several at once, as they began cutting and forming the leather without hesitation. The imps even used grey wool for the under-mail parts, and tiny flares of hellfire to warp the leather into the right shapes. Soon, a tiny suit of black armour lay on the table, looking like what an imperial heavy infantryman would wear, but distorted to the proportions of the gawky imps.
“I dub thee, Imperial commander, Real Imp. Don thy armour!” Rikad ordered. “Do they remember their names?” he asked over his shoulder to Stanisk.
“Oh yeah, they’re proper sharp!” he confirmed.
“Create an imp-sized lord's robe with a sash of office! When it is done, you shall be known as D’Imp Lomat! I might need a minute to think of the last one though…” Rikad said to everyone watching his imps.
Reluctantly, Taritha opened the box and invoked her three imps. She looked at them closely; as far as she could tell, they were perfectly interchangeable with every other imp.
Looking over the fabrics, she chose a striking blue, a deep red, and a golden yellow. “Imps! Make imp-sized sundresses, mainly white with these colours as a main theme. and matching coloured sun hats,” she added hastily. Their heads were distractingly inhuman, so covering them might help. She watched them work, even interrupting a few times to ask for embroidered details and minor adjustments. Once they finished, she had them don their new outfits.
Oh! The hems seem scandalously short on their long lanky legs! Better than before, but not by a lot.
“Imps, please put on the hats that match the colour of your dress.”
“Merp.”
Much better! They look like ladies now!
“You are now Lady Bluebird, Lady Crossbill, and…” She paused at the last one, thinking of songbirds that were as bright yellow as the fabric. “Miss Goldfinch!”
She leaned back and admired her little ladies. They were far less threatening now, and their dull crimson skin really made the dresses look extra vibrant.
“Dang Taritha, how did you make yours so pretty? I want some pretty ones!” Jourgun commented as he looked over.
“Drool over your own demons! These are mine!” she said playfully. There was an undercurrent of possessiveness that she didn’t expect, but these ones were hers now. “Anyways, I’m going to bed too, you guys are too slow! Have fun, boys!” she said as she devoked her imps. The new clothes fell to the work surface.
“Oh yeah, they don’t take that with ‘em, wherever they go, so just keep it in a lil bag or whatever,” Stanisk said when he saw her distress. “They gotta get dressed every time you invoke it,” he shrugged.
So much to learn today!
With a brave smile, she replaced the totems in the box and gathered the dresses and hats. “Mind if I take…” she said as she slowly lifted a lamp from near Rikad.
“Oh yeah, all yours,” he said dismissively, fully engrossed in examining the tiny lordly robes of D’Imp Lomat.
She went back to the hall, up the wide even stairs to the third floor. She’d only spent a bit of time investigating it earlier, as she and Ros had been anxious about being late for dinner. She saw the heap of her worldly possessions against the wall where she’d left them. The only furniture here was the bed, but by the sounds of it, getting some tables, chairs, and wardrobes would be easy enough tomorrow. She placed the totem box and the tiny outfits on the floor beside the bed.
The bed itself was unlike any she’d ever heard of. Crafted with thick pine beams and topped with a mattress of imported cotton, it was probably wider than her entire hovel. A family of five could sleep on it and barely touch. She couldn’t imagine a more lordly bed. Its refined look and the luxurious softness were worlds apart from the coarse fabric and straw she was used to. Sometimes in the fall, she’d add freshly fallen leaves to her straw mattress for extra comfort, but that was a fleeting pleasure. This bed, however, promised constant comfort. She eyed the pile of heavy blankets at the foot of the bed. Recently, she had bought a single blanket from the market, thin and scratchy, but these were the mage’s blankets—thick, plush, and impossibly soft.
She shut the heavy door and took off her tall boots. The floor felt smooth under her bare feet. Even having a floor was a new luxury; she was accustomed to hard-packed dirt floors like most everyone else. This wasn’t just a floor; it was a delicate herringbone pattern of different kinds of wood, obviously done by the agile imps. It was cleaner, smoother, and more level than any table she’d eaten off before the mage came to town.
She stopped admiring the floor and stripped to her shift. She felt exposed being so undressed around so many men. She reasoned it out—the iron and oak door was stronger than a hide flap, and this would doubtlessly be the safest sleep of her life. Just a reaction, not a reality. She left the lamp on the floor and got in bed.
With a panic, she yelped as the whole bed flowed underneath her, as if she’d stepped on the tail of a sleeping cat. She tried to get up but her feet were already off the floor, and she couldn’t find a stable purchase with her hands. She froze up to think her way out of it, and the bed stopped moving almost as soon as she did.
Her heart pounded in her chest.
Was this an enchantment gone awry? Some bed demon?
Slowly, she log-rolled towards the edge of the bed, and the mattress under her also slowly moved, but not enough to stop her. Slow and steady, she might get free yet. Finally, she was close enough to put a foot down and stand. The bed flowed back to being perfectly flat.
She stood up, with a hand to her sternum, trying to catch her breath.
Think! What did the mage say about this today? It would magically adjust? Maybe that was all it was doing?
She leaned over and gently pushed down with a single fist. It was super pliable, then increasingly firm. But it felt unlike anything else—stacks of clothes or hides all felt different when they got pressed.
It must be magic. No time to be timid, and it would be humiliating to go to either the mage or the chief about this.
The only spell she could reliably cast was a gesture of Mana-Visualization. It caused the invisible lines of arcane energy to glow visibly, in bright colours that hinted at their use and purpose. She cast it to better examine her bed. It wasn’t enchanted as she expected; rather, hundreds and hundreds of things inside it were, and they linked and overlapped in ways she wouldn’t understand if she studied enchantments for a decade. She involuntarily took a step back from it, like finding a hundred warhorses inside a small cabinet.
She dismissed the gesture. With renewed determination, she slowly sat down on the bed. It shifted but only a bit. It was very soft and comfortable. Slowly, she turned and laid back, fighting her panic as the mattress kept shifting everywhere her body touched it, unnervingly lifelike. Fully laying down, she stopped and the mattress stopped. Even as her eyes were still wide with terror, she started to calm down. To test her theories, she rolled onto her side, and the mattress under her hip grew softer, and the part under her ribs grew firmer, until the pressure equalised. Rolling back, she felt it shift again, and once more the mattress's firmness changed all up and down her body, stopping once it was the same shape as her body’s pressure, resulting in sublime comfort.
Oh. This is incredible. I get it now!
She reached to the foot of the bed, pulled one of the soft blankets up to her chin, reached down to extinguish the lamp and drifted off into a better sleep than anyone in the history of her family ever had.
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2024.05.17 04:12 AdGood2452 Hemlock's personal ambitions
Something I put some thought into after watching the series, we know Hemlock was obviously very close to attaining the desired results for project necromancer. However it's interesting to think about his personal goals in the empire past or outside of that.
He makes it clear to Rampart that this project made him indispensable to the Emperor, meaning he was privy to the fear tactics and negative reinforcement used by the Empire because they can afford to replace just about anyone (and often did). Hemlock was, albeit rightfully, arrogant and thought his work would secure his place outside of the ever changing political structure which he was clearly not a fan of. His sarcastic back and forths with tarkin, being subtly threatened, him dragging his ass to that summit meeting like a kid getting up for school. It's clear Hemlock didn't care for any of that. And with success on the Emperor's project he would have had both feet out of it, and for all intents and purposes, free reign with imperial resources without jumping through hoops.
With all that said, behind closed doors, Hemlock probably shares a similar sentiment to Nala Se about jedi (or sith) and that the M count crap is probably spiritual mumbo jumbo to him. So what do we think his personal objectives were? He had asked the emperor to become appointed the chief scientific minister. He was, to some extent, after the notoriety aspect which in his mind probably is just a big "f you" to the former republic that condemned his work.
But more importantly, what did he want to do for himself? It was clear the CX project meant a lot to him, as he made a deliberate effort to advance it even while being tied up with necromancer. He was proud of his operatives, lending them around which can be seen in s2 when he gave one to Rampart to take care of the whole whistle-blower / senator chuchi situation . The CX dagger vessel being able to cloak and temporarily not show up on the radar when it went to Pabu, if I'm not mistaken, was super ahead of its time. Was Hemlock's personal aspiration to create the perfect super soldier? It must be up there, considering he literally could have had CF99 killed when they were obviously compromised, but instead chose to capture them and brainwash them into becoming operatives. That was a personal risk he took for his own benefit, and DEFINITELY not one the emperor or any advocate of project necromancer would have approved of.
One thing that is also teased was the zillo beast armor plating project, which we got little to no info on as far as how that was coming along. Obviously the zillo was meant purely to destroy tantiss in the end. But it's fun to consider what else they may have been using it for all that time.
What do you guys think Hemlocks ultimate goal was?
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He makes it clear to Rampart that this project made him indispensable to the Emperor, meaning he was privy to the fear tactics and negative reinforcement used by the Empire because they can afford to replace just about anyone (and often did). Hemlock was, albeit rightfully, arrogant and thought his work would secure his place outside of the ever changing political structure which he was clearly not a fan of. His sarcastic back and forths with tarkin, being subtly threatened, him dragging his ass to that summit meeting like a kid getting up for school. It's clear Hemlock didn't care for any of that. And with success on the Emperor's project he would have had both feet out of it, and for all intents and purposes, free reign with imperial resources without jumping through hoops.
With all that said, behind closed doors, Hemlock probably shares a similar sentiment to Nala Se about jedi (or sith) and that the M count crap is probably spiritual mumbo jumbo to him. So what do we think his personal objectives were? He had asked the emperor to become appointed the chief scientific minister. He was, to some extent, after the notoriety aspect which in his mind probably is just a big "f you" to the former republic that condemned his work.
But more importantly, what did he want to do for himself? It was clear the CX project meant a lot to him, as he made a deliberate effort to advance it even while being tied up with necromancer. He was proud of his operatives, lending them around which can be seen in s2 when he gave one to Rampart to take care of the whole whistle-blower / senator chuchi situation . The CX dagger vessel being able to cloak and temporarily not show up on the radar when it went to Pabu, if I'm not mistaken, was super ahead of its time. Was Hemlock's personal aspiration to create the perfect super soldier? It must be up there, considering he literally could have had CF99 killed when they were obviously compromised, but instead chose to capture them and brainwash them into becoming operatives. That was a personal risk he took for his own benefit, and DEFINITELY not one the emperor or any advocate of project necromancer would have approved of.
One thing that is also teased was the zillo beast armor plating project, which we got little to no info on as far as how that was coming along. Obviously the zillo was meant purely to destroy tantiss in the end. But it's fun to consider what else they may have been using it for all that time.
What do you guys think Hemlocks ultimate goal was?
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2024.05.17 01:31 MentalTerm What bedding brands do you use?
Hi, all! I’m new in this group, but have been a host for a while now and have always used premium bedding- Brooklinen, Tuft&Needle, etc… but am finding I’m having to replace them so often because of harsh cleaning before and after each guest.
I don’t want to compromise bedding quality, but $1,500 every couple of months is getting out of hand.
My question: what bedding brand have you found that is comfortable, somewhat affordable and can hold up to regular cleanings?
Thank you all in advance!
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I don’t want to compromise bedding quality, but $1,500 every couple of months is getting out of hand.
My question: what bedding brand have you found that is comfortable, somewhat affordable and can hold up to regular cleanings?
Thank you all in advance!
2024.05.16 23:34 goBerserk_ Project Napoleon Chapter 4
Fletch gently pushed open the large and lavishly decorated bronze doors of the university administration building and ambled out into the portico. He set his cup of coffee down on the pedestal of a granite pillar and pulled his cigarette case from the breast pocket of his tan trench coat. The old chief inspector plucked a cigarette from the ornately engraved case with slender fingers and wondered why the Kael let him come at all.
Something felt very off with the whole thing. The more he thought about it, the more he questioned the story he got. Mike Anderson was certainly depressed, but as far as Fletch could tell, he had not displayed any suicidal behavior. And why now? Fletch thought. Things were on the upswing for the kid. His grades were excellent, his family situation was good, and he was out of the house more this term than the last. Fletch scratched his mustache. Why would the seals hide the autopsy and the gun? He brought the cigarette to his lips, snapped the filigreed case shut, and slipped it back into the breast pocket of his coat. Fletch flicked open his lighter and sighed as he lit his cigarette. Murder.
It was a hopeless case. These days, warrants were approved by the seals, and even if they weren't, he doubted that he could get one anyway. His suspicion of foul play was backed by nothing but his instinct.
Fletch watched students hustle and bustle through the plaza in front of him as he puffed away at his cigarette and pondered his theory.
But why kill him now? They could have done it in complete secrecy while he was a POW. And it couldn’t be to keep what happened in Philadelphia under wraps. His death brings more attention to it. And he wasn’t a rebel. So why? Fletch sipped at his coffee as he flicked ash from his cigarette. Vengeance? Did he kill some noble brat during the war?
Fletch scratched at his grey mustache and glanced at his watch. I’ll have to follow that thread. He tossed his half-smoked cigarette into a puddle as he briskly walked down the steps and through the university plaza.
The withered investigator was deep in thought when he entered the parking lot. What do I tell that Enrique chap? He unlocked his car and crawled in. I certainly can’t tell him that his mate’s been clipped with no evidence. Fletch turned the key, and the engine of his little Volvo sputtered to life. It’s no bleeding use. I’ll just tell the lad they weren’t interested in sharing and keep my suspicions to myself.
As he reached for the shifter, Fletch noticed a delightfully thick manilla envelope stuck in the gap between the center console and the passenger seat.
He pulled the envelope from the crack. Gingerly, he opened it and pulled out a small note. It read We’re even now, prick.
Fletch smiled and couldn’t help but mutter, “The game is afoot,” as he flicked through the stack of documents inside.
Isabella poked her head into the large office and saw Professor Dret’la with a ball of dark green yarn on her lap and bone darning needles beset with carvings in her hands.
Isabella was struck with confusion. What? She crochets!?
The professor looked up from her labor, spotted the confused girl outside her door, and called, “Come in.”
Isabella walked into the office and took a seat. She gestured to the yarn in the professor's hands. “What are you making?”
The professor smiled as motherly as one could with a mouth full of razor-sharp teeth. “It will be a hat for my son. He just received his commission as a junior biologist, so he has to rummage around in freezers to get samples for his whole research team.”
Isabella blinked. This was not characteristic at all for the quick-tempered professor with a penchant for launching chalk across lecture halls at the mildest provocation.
Isabella shook off her shocked expression and gave the tall professor a dimpled cheek smile. “That’s so sweet! I’m sure he’ll love it. One of the best gifts I’ve ever received was a thick wool sweater from my mamma during a training exercise off the coast of Norway.”
The professor, still smiling, sat up straight. “I hope that’s the kind of reception I get.”
The professor’s demeanor hardened as she stowed the yarn and needles in the desk drawer. “Now, let's get down to business.”
Isabella gulped.
“To start, congratulations. You’ve passed our testing and been selected for officer training.”
Isabella asked, “Who else was selected?”
“There are nine others: Robert Rhodes, Elena Pavel, Hal Jellico, Zheng Li, Brooke Halsey, Colow Aden, Magnus Tordenskjold, Bill Lee, and Kazuya Yamamoto.”
Isabella didn’t recognize all the names.
“Should you choose to accept, you will be taking a prep course taught by Colonel Ocidea and I starting next week and lasting all through the summer. If we deem you ready, you’ll ship out for basic training and then off to the Royal Military Academy, where you can earn your commission.” Dr. Dret’la leaned in close to Isabella. “Do you accept?”
Without hesitation, Isabella answered, “Yes.”
“Mike, come over here. You’re going to want to see this.” Calty voiced from her seat in the front of the cockpit.
Mike rolled off the couch and walked into the front of the cockpit as the captain shouted, “Decelerate!” Mike couldn’t help but grab onto the back of Calty’s seat as the FTL drive kicked into gear. The cockpit glass dimmed just before blindingly bright blue jets of fire from the front-facing engines came into view. A bright green circle flickered onto the glass surrounding a marble-sized dot darker than the rest of the now dim screen. The dots and circles expanded at an extreme pace until they took up most of the display. Another dot appeared—minuscule compared to the other—surrounded by a red circle. The growth of the shadowy dots and the circles around them slowed and then stopped entirely as the engines sputtered out.
The HUD faded out of view, and the tint of the glass slowly lightened, revealing a vast planet embraced by blue-green ice with a colossal foundry in its orbit. The planet, a gas giant called Drassus, was orbited by four rings. One was made of containers, and the other three were made up of loose ore gleaming in the nearby star's light. Exhaust chimneys spewing gas and fire sprouted from the otherwise spherical foundry, giving it a sea urchin-like profile, which, together with the weave of pipes bringing fuel from beneath the icy surface of the planet below, made the foundry resemble an old naval mine.
The captain strode up to the front of the cockpit. “One-third ahead and steer 14 degrees left. We’re unloading in bay three.”
Six mech suits and a tug exited a plasma-shielded hanger as the ship came to a halt. The mechs glided to the front of the ship and started dismounting the external cargo bay from the Broken Fin while the tug hitched onto the opposite end of the ten-kilometer-long rack of containers.
A little while later, the tug pulled away with the load of containers, and the comm system blared to life. “Broken Fin, you are cleared to leave. The UO corporation thanks you for your business.”
The captain replied, “Our pleasure. Broken fin out.” as the ship pulled out of the loading bay.
He turned to the navigation officer and said, “Lock in coordinates for jump to Kael Prime.”
The captain went to the central control board and pulled up traffic control. “Tower 1, this is the Broken Fin. We request a jump slot to Kael Prime from Drassus.”
“Broken Fin, request granted. Your departure slot is at 16:33.”
Mike glanced at the top right of the ship's HUD and looked at the time. 16:21.
Better get my stuff together…
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The ship shuddered ever so slightly despite the inertial dampeners as it exited FTL. Mike was lounging on the couch with his bag at his feet. He was ready to get off this tub.
Mike idly watched flames lick at the cockpit window as the ship descended into the atmosphere of Kael Prime. He looked at Dreki, who was sitting on the other couch. His muscles bulged through his clothes despite wearing a white sweater so large it could be mistaken for the sail of an average-sized boat. Mike asked, “Do you know anything about what’ll happen to me now?”
The big Kael shifted in his seat. “Technically, I’m not supposed to tell you anything, but what the hell.” Dreki pulled the collar of his sweater down, revealing an angry white number burnt into his iron-gray skin just below the collarbone. “First, you’ll get branded.” He released his shirt and pointed to a small scar on the side of his head. “Then you’ll get an AR implant.”
“Where will I be getting that?” Mike asked.
“The Imperial Science Academy. We’re going to be staying there for a few days. They’ll run a bunch of tests and get you fitted for equipment there. After that, I’ll drop you off at the spaceport, and you’ll be off to Tlaxcalssus for basic training. After that, I don’t know.”
“Thanks.”
The ship shook as it touched down on the landing pad. “Time to go.” Dreki shouldered his pack and walked out the door. Mike fiddled with the straps of his bag as he followed Dreki down the ramp and to the far side of the ship, away from the rest of the passengers. Mike's nose was immediately assaulted with the acrid smell of sulfur from where the fiery exhausts of engines had melted asphalt. The spaceport was swarming with vehicles and filled with the constant roar of ship engines and a symphony of smaller equipment. Power loaders and mechs loaded and unloaded heavy cargo, shuttles bustled to and fro with passengers, baggage carriers snaked through the crowded landing pads, and vehicles that looked like floating garage doors zipped through the air at ankle height, bringing pilots and crew to their ships. Mike couldn’t help but chuckle a little at the absurdity of it all. Here he was, in the heartland of the enemy, walking through what was essentially a ten-acre parking lot.
Dreki plopped his bags on the ground and yawned as he stretched his arms over his head. “Our skiff will be here in a minute.”
Mike tuned out the beeps and whirrs of the tank-sized forklifts and mechs unloading the ship and gazed out beyond at the horizon. You’re not in Kansas anymore, bub. Mike thought as he studied the skyline of the imperial city basked in the glow of the early evening sun. Some of the buildings wouldn’t look all that out of place on Earth, but the skyline was assaulted with abominations that pissed on the laws of physics as Man understood them. Tusk-shaped skyscrapers defied gravity with their seemingly unsupported curves, and even more absurd were pyramids stacked atop another point-to-point like hourglasses. Any delusion of normalcy that Mike could come up with was shattered.
Dreki picked up his bag and pointed to a slab of black marble speeding towards them at ankle height. “Here’s our skiff.” A railing popped out of the center as the skiff came to a gliding halt. Dreki boarded the skiff and took hold of the rail, and Mike followed suit.
They sped through the spaceport and stopped outside what looked to Mike like a train station. Dreki shouldered his bag and stepped off the skiff. Mike stepped off and quickly fell in pace with Dreki. The big Kael led Mike into a grand station bustling with people. Most were Kael, but there was a smattering of other species. Some stared at Mike, others glanced, but most completely ignored him as he followed Dreki through the hall and onto a platform. Unfamiliar aliens clearly weren’t an uncommon sight here.
The walls of the station were covered with mosaics depicting Kael warriors from the distant past. Dreki noted the human's curiosity and said, “The founders of the clans.” He leveled a massive hand toward an opulent, towering mosaic of a Kael warrior wielding a bronze falx. The imposing figure's body was made of blue gemstones, the eyes rubies, one tusk silver, and the other gold. “That’s the founder of my clan, Drekalla Gold Tusk.”
Mike asked, “How’d he manage that?” As he followed Dreki into a mostly empty train car.
Dreki plopped down on a bench. “He was the war priest of Hroptaug the Conqueror during the unification wars. After the wars were won, Hroptaug granted us the Steam Hills.” Dreki pointed through the train window at the mosaic of another warrior whose body was made of milky white pearls. “That one,” He paused and spat on the floor, “Tiblan the Terror, challenged Drekalla to a duel for most of that land. Drekalla was cutting him to pieces, but the craven poisoned his blade. Just before Drekalla could deliver the final blow, the poison reached his heart, and Drekalla died. The only wound on his body was a cut across his forearm that barely drew blood.” Dreki rolled up his sleeve, showing a scar that reached from his elbow to the middle of his forearm. “Every K’alla is cut the same way to remind us of the blood feud.”
Mike inwardly sighed. Kael and their damned feuds… “How long ago was this.”
“Seven thousand four hundred and fifty-one years ago.”
Mike held back a snort. The absurdity of it all. The first human law codes came about to stop blood feuds, and out here, they have feuds that have lasted longer than Earth's recorded history.
“How’s that feud been going as of late?”
Dreki’s face sagged, “Not good.”
They both grew quiet. Mike shuffled uncomfortably.
Mike glanced at the route display and broke the silence, “What's with the middle city, inner city thing?”
Dreki relaxed slightly. “Oh, so the city used to be a fortification. The inner city is actually a volcanic island. The middle is built over the river, and the outer city was built on the banks.”
“I see.”
The doors closed, and the intercom sounded, “Next stop, the inner city.”
Dale Robert’s wrinkled face was unreadable, and his highly decorated black and blue dress uniform immaculate as he led a horse through the street. He felt the eyes of thousands of onlookers on him, and he hated it. The pure black horse had a black leather saddle on its back. Two tall, glossy black boots were placed backward in silver stirrups, and the elaborate hilt of Mike’s basket-hilted broadsword jutted from the top of a black leather scabbard buckled to the saddle. Roberts followed the horse-drawn caisson bearing the flag-draped coffin of his old commanding officer. Not much farther now, he thought. The sounds of the cartwheels rolling and the horse’s tack jangling were wholly drowned out by boots stamping the ground in unison. Almost all of the 1800 survivors of the 801st regiment were there, resplendent in their dress uniforms, marching behind Mike one more time. The local police and fire departments joined them.
Roberts was unsure about it all. He felt that the poor kid's family would have preferred a smaller service back home in Colorado instead of this damn near royal procession. And Roberts was damn sure that the seals did not give their permission for this, no matter what the police chief said.
A reporter ducked through the police barricade and tried to ask the marching soldiers questions, but they remained stone-faced as the procession marched nearer to the gates of Philadelphia National Cemetery. Roberts handed the reigns of the riderless horse to another man in uniform and joined seven other members of Charlie platoon in pulling the casket from the cassion. They silently began their march to the grave, closely followed by General McCarthy, the man who was Joint Chief of Staff, and the color guard. Bagpipers began to blare, “Going Home.” Roberts heard the sound of gravpulse engines and looked up in dismay as a Kael gunship broke through the low clouds and descended to just barely above the cemetery. A loudspeaker blared, “Disperse at once.”
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Something felt very off with the whole thing. The more he thought about it, the more he questioned the story he got. Mike Anderson was certainly depressed, but as far as Fletch could tell, he had not displayed any suicidal behavior. And why now? Fletch thought. Things were on the upswing for the kid. His grades were excellent, his family situation was good, and he was out of the house more this term than the last. Fletch scratched his mustache. Why would the seals hide the autopsy and the gun? He brought the cigarette to his lips, snapped the filigreed case shut, and slipped it back into the breast pocket of his coat. Fletch flicked open his lighter and sighed as he lit his cigarette. Murder.
It was a hopeless case. These days, warrants were approved by the seals, and even if they weren't, he doubted that he could get one anyway. His suspicion of foul play was backed by nothing but his instinct.
Fletch watched students hustle and bustle through the plaza in front of him as he puffed away at his cigarette and pondered his theory.
But why kill him now? They could have done it in complete secrecy while he was a POW. And it couldn’t be to keep what happened in Philadelphia under wraps. His death brings more attention to it. And he wasn’t a rebel. So why? Fletch sipped at his coffee as he flicked ash from his cigarette. Vengeance? Did he kill some noble brat during the war?
Fletch scratched at his grey mustache and glanced at his watch. I’ll have to follow that thread. He tossed his half-smoked cigarette into a puddle as he briskly walked down the steps and through the university plaza.
The withered investigator was deep in thought when he entered the parking lot. What do I tell that Enrique chap? He unlocked his car and crawled in. I certainly can’t tell him that his mate’s been clipped with no evidence. Fletch turned the key, and the engine of his little Volvo sputtered to life. It’s no bleeding use. I’ll just tell the lad they weren’t interested in sharing and keep my suspicions to myself.
As he reached for the shifter, Fletch noticed a delightfully thick manilla envelope stuck in the gap between the center console and the passenger seat.
He pulled the envelope from the crack. Gingerly, he opened it and pulled out a small note. It read We’re even now, prick.
Fletch smiled and couldn’t help but mutter, “The game is afoot,” as he flicked through the stack of documents inside.
Isabella was struck with confusion. What? She crochets!?
The professor looked up from her labor, spotted the confused girl outside her door, and called, “Come in.”
Isabella walked into the office and took a seat. She gestured to the yarn in the professor's hands. “What are you making?”
The professor smiled as motherly as one could with a mouth full of razor-sharp teeth. “It will be a hat for my son. He just received his commission as a junior biologist, so he has to rummage around in freezers to get samples for his whole research team.”
Isabella blinked. This was not characteristic at all for the quick-tempered professor with a penchant for launching chalk across lecture halls at the mildest provocation.
Isabella shook off her shocked expression and gave the tall professor a dimpled cheek smile. “That’s so sweet! I’m sure he’ll love it. One of the best gifts I’ve ever received was a thick wool sweater from my mamma during a training exercise off the coast of Norway.”
The professor, still smiling, sat up straight. “I hope that’s the kind of reception I get.”
The professor’s demeanor hardened as she stowed the yarn and needles in the desk drawer. “Now, let's get down to business.”
Isabella gulped.
“To start, congratulations. You’ve passed our testing and been selected for officer training.”
Isabella asked, “Who else was selected?”
“There are nine others: Robert Rhodes, Elena Pavel, Hal Jellico, Zheng Li, Brooke Halsey, Colow Aden, Magnus Tordenskjold, Bill Lee, and Kazuya Yamamoto.”
Isabella didn’t recognize all the names.
“Should you choose to accept, you will be taking a prep course taught by Colonel Ocidea and I starting next week and lasting all through the summer. If we deem you ready, you’ll ship out for basic training and then off to the Royal Military Academy, where you can earn your commission.” Dr. Dret’la leaned in close to Isabella. “Do you accept?”
Without hesitation, Isabella answered, “Yes.”
Mike rolled off the couch and walked into the front of the cockpit as the captain shouted, “Decelerate!” Mike couldn’t help but grab onto the back of Calty’s seat as the FTL drive kicked into gear. The cockpit glass dimmed just before blindingly bright blue jets of fire from the front-facing engines came into view. A bright green circle flickered onto the glass surrounding a marble-sized dot darker than the rest of the now dim screen. The dots and circles expanded at an extreme pace until they took up most of the display. Another dot appeared—minuscule compared to the other—surrounded by a red circle. The growth of the shadowy dots and the circles around them slowed and then stopped entirely as the engines sputtered out.
The HUD faded out of view, and the tint of the glass slowly lightened, revealing a vast planet embraced by blue-green ice with a colossal foundry in its orbit. The planet, a gas giant called Drassus, was orbited by four rings. One was made of containers, and the other three were made up of loose ore gleaming in the nearby star's light. Exhaust chimneys spewing gas and fire sprouted from the otherwise spherical foundry, giving it a sea urchin-like profile, which, together with the weave of pipes bringing fuel from beneath the icy surface of the planet below, made the foundry resemble an old naval mine.
The captain strode up to the front of the cockpit. “One-third ahead and steer 14 degrees left. We’re unloading in bay three.”
Six mech suits and a tug exited a plasma-shielded hanger as the ship came to a halt. The mechs glided to the front of the ship and started dismounting the external cargo bay from the Broken Fin while the tug hitched onto the opposite end of the ten-kilometer-long rack of containers.
A little while later, the tug pulled away with the load of containers, and the comm system blared to life. “Broken Fin, you are cleared to leave. The UO corporation thanks you for your business.”
The captain replied, “Our pleasure. Broken fin out.” as the ship pulled out of the loading bay.
He turned to the navigation officer and said, “Lock in coordinates for jump to Kael Prime.”
The captain went to the central control board and pulled up traffic control. “Tower 1, this is the Broken Fin. We request a jump slot to Kael Prime from Drassus.”
“Broken Fin, request granted. Your departure slot is at 16:33.”
Mike glanced at the top right of the ship's HUD and looked at the time. 16:21.
Better get my stuff together…
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The ship shuddered ever so slightly despite the inertial dampeners as it exited FTL. Mike was lounging on the couch with his bag at his feet. He was ready to get off this tub.
Mike idly watched flames lick at the cockpit window as the ship descended into the atmosphere of Kael Prime. He looked at Dreki, who was sitting on the other couch. His muscles bulged through his clothes despite wearing a white sweater so large it could be mistaken for the sail of an average-sized boat. Mike asked, “Do you know anything about what’ll happen to me now?”
The big Kael shifted in his seat. “Technically, I’m not supposed to tell you anything, but what the hell.” Dreki pulled the collar of his sweater down, revealing an angry white number burnt into his iron-gray skin just below the collarbone. “First, you’ll get branded.” He released his shirt and pointed to a small scar on the side of his head. “Then you’ll get an AR implant.”
“Where will I be getting that?” Mike asked.
“The Imperial Science Academy. We’re going to be staying there for a few days. They’ll run a bunch of tests and get you fitted for equipment there. After that, I’ll drop you off at the spaceport, and you’ll be off to Tlaxcalssus for basic training. After that, I don’t know.”
“Thanks.”
The ship shook as it touched down on the landing pad. “Time to go.” Dreki shouldered his pack and walked out the door. Mike fiddled with the straps of his bag as he followed Dreki down the ramp and to the far side of the ship, away from the rest of the passengers. Mike's nose was immediately assaulted with the acrid smell of sulfur from where the fiery exhausts of engines had melted asphalt. The spaceport was swarming with vehicles and filled with the constant roar of ship engines and a symphony of smaller equipment. Power loaders and mechs loaded and unloaded heavy cargo, shuttles bustled to and fro with passengers, baggage carriers snaked through the crowded landing pads, and vehicles that looked like floating garage doors zipped through the air at ankle height, bringing pilots and crew to their ships. Mike couldn’t help but chuckle a little at the absurdity of it all. Here he was, in the heartland of the enemy, walking through what was essentially a ten-acre parking lot.
Dreki plopped his bags on the ground and yawned as he stretched his arms over his head. “Our skiff will be here in a minute.”
Mike tuned out the beeps and whirrs of the tank-sized forklifts and mechs unloading the ship and gazed out beyond at the horizon. You’re not in Kansas anymore, bub. Mike thought as he studied the skyline of the imperial city basked in the glow of the early evening sun. Some of the buildings wouldn’t look all that out of place on Earth, but the skyline was assaulted with abominations that pissed on the laws of physics as Man understood them. Tusk-shaped skyscrapers defied gravity with their seemingly unsupported curves, and even more absurd were pyramids stacked atop another point-to-point like hourglasses. Any delusion of normalcy that Mike could come up with was shattered.
Dreki picked up his bag and pointed to a slab of black marble speeding towards them at ankle height. “Here’s our skiff.” A railing popped out of the center as the skiff came to a gliding halt. Dreki boarded the skiff and took hold of the rail, and Mike followed suit.
They sped through the spaceport and stopped outside what looked to Mike like a train station. Dreki shouldered his bag and stepped off the skiff. Mike stepped off and quickly fell in pace with Dreki. The big Kael led Mike into a grand station bustling with people. Most were Kael, but there was a smattering of other species. Some stared at Mike, others glanced, but most completely ignored him as he followed Dreki through the hall and onto a platform. Unfamiliar aliens clearly weren’t an uncommon sight here.
The walls of the station were covered with mosaics depicting Kael warriors from the distant past. Dreki noted the human's curiosity and said, “The founders of the clans.” He leveled a massive hand toward an opulent, towering mosaic of a Kael warrior wielding a bronze falx. The imposing figure's body was made of blue gemstones, the eyes rubies, one tusk silver, and the other gold. “That’s the founder of my clan, Drekalla Gold Tusk.”
Mike asked, “How’d he manage that?” As he followed Dreki into a mostly empty train car.
Dreki plopped down on a bench. “He was the war priest of Hroptaug the Conqueror during the unification wars. After the wars were won, Hroptaug granted us the Steam Hills.” Dreki pointed through the train window at the mosaic of another warrior whose body was made of milky white pearls. “That one,” He paused and spat on the floor, “Tiblan the Terror, challenged Drekalla to a duel for most of that land. Drekalla was cutting him to pieces, but the craven poisoned his blade. Just before Drekalla could deliver the final blow, the poison reached his heart, and Drekalla died. The only wound on his body was a cut across his forearm that barely drew blood.” Dreki rolled up his sleeve, showing a scar that reached from his elbow to the middle of his forearm. “Every K’alla is cut the same way to remind us of the blood feud.”
Mike inwardly sighed. Kael and their damned feuds… “How long ago was this.”
“Seven thousand four hundred and fifty-one years ago.”
Mike held back a snort. The absurdity of it all. The first human law codes came about to stop blood feuds, and out here, they have feuds that have lasted longer than Earth's recorded history.
“How’s that feud been going as of late?”
Dreki’s face sagged, “Not good.”
They both grew quiet. Mike shuffled uncomfortably.
Mike glanced at the route display and broke the silence, “What's with the middle city, inner city thing?”
Dreki relaxed slightly. “Oh, so the city used to be a fortification. The inner city is actually a volcanic island. The middle is built over the river, and the outer city was built on the banks.”
“I see.”
The doors closed, and the intercom sounded, “Next stop, the inner city.”
Dale Robert’s wrinkled face was unreadable, and his highly decorated black and blue dress uniform immaculate as he led a horse through the street. He felt the eyes of thousands of onlookers on him, and he hated it. The pure black horse had a black leather saddle on its back. Two tall, glossy black boots were placed backward in silver stirrups, and the elaborate hilt of Mike’s basket-hilted broadsword jutted from the top of a black leather scabbard buckled to the saddle. Roberts followed the horse-drawn caisson bearing the flag-draped coffin of his old commanding officer. Not much farther now, he thought. The sounds of the cartwheels rolling and the horse’s tack jangling were wholly drowned out by boots stamping the ground in unison. Almost all of the 1800 survivors of the 801st regiment were there, resplendent in their dress uniforms, marching behind Mike one more time. The local police and fire departments joined them.
Roberts was unsure about it all. He felt that the poor kid's family would have preferred a smaller service back home in Colorado instead of this damn near royal procession. And Roberts was damn sure that the seals did not give their permission for this, no matter what the police chief said.
A reporter ducked through the police barricade and tried to ask the marching soldiers questions, but they remained stone-faced as the procession marched nearer to the gates of Philadelphia National Cemetery. Roberts handed the reigns of the riderless horse to another man in uniform and joined seven other members of Charlie platoon in pulling the casket from the cassion. They silently began their march to the grave, closely followed by General McCarthy, the man who was Joint Chief of Staff, and the color guard. Bagpipers began to blare, “Going Home.” Roberts heard the sound of gravpulse engines and looked up in dismay as a Kael gunship broke through the low clouds and descended to just barely above the cemetery. A loudspeaker blared, “Disperse at once.”
2024.05.16 23:07 Aayckorn [29M] Scattered petechiae on feet
29M, 5'9, 160lbs
No medications except vitamin d supplement daily, rarely drink alcohol, non smoker
I will preface this post with admitting that I do have a history of health anxiety.
For the past few weeks (perhaps longer, but I've only tuned into it the last few weeks) I have been observing scattered petechiae along the tops of my feet and sometimes ankles. I made the mistake of googling what petechiae is and seeing scary things. I've noticed that this seems to only occur after my daily walks and shower. I suspect the heat and activity from walking and a hot shower is causing my capillaries to burst? The dots come in about a half dozen at a time, and are gone by the next morning, only to be replaced by new ones whenever I go for my daily walk.
Another thing worth mentioning is as a work-from-home desk worker I live a pretty sedentary lifestyle. Recently I’ve begun going for walks and being more active. Perhaps the sudden change in activity is putting stress on my feet and causing this?
No other symptoms to report. The petechiae are so small and short-lived I'm inclined to brush it off as a nothing, but I'm posting here to see if this is a normal body thing other people experience to put my anxiety at ease.
https://ibb.co/wWKv9x9
Due to my olive skin it's difficult to see them on camera. They are needle-point sized and about a dozen in number.
Thanks in advance for any words.
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No medications except vitamin d supplement daily, rarely drink alcohol, non smoker
I will preface this post with admitting that I do have a history of health anxiety.
For the past few weeks (perhaps longer, but I've only tuned into it the last few weeks) I have been observing scattered petechiae along the tops of my feet and sometimes ankles. I made the mistake of googling what petechiae is and seeing scary things. I've noticed that this seems to only occur after my daily walks and shower. I suspect the heat and activity from walking and a hot shower is causing my capillaries to burst? The dots come in about a half dozen at a time, and are gone by the next morning, only to be replaced by new ones whenever I go for my daily walk.
Another thing worth mentioning is as a work-from-home desk worker I live a pretty sedentary lifestyle. Recently I’ve begun going for walks and being more active. Perhaps the sudden change in activity is putting stress on my feet and causing this?
No other symptoms to report. The petechiae are so small and short-lived I'm inclined to brush it off as a nothing, but I'm posting here to see if this is a normal body thing other people experience to put my anxiety at ease.
https://ibb.co/wWKv9x9
Due to my olive skin it's difficult to see them on camera. They are needle-point sized and about a dozen in number.
Thanks in advance for any words.
2024.05.16 22:26 SickDudeLmao4 Locations, lore and factions of my Semi-Apocalyptic world important for the story
Hello!
Please gimme your opinions.
This takes place in a world pretty similar to ours, same technology and a north and southpole.
The old world ended when terrorists of an unnamed country murdered the daughter of President Ezmil of Asba in a livestream.
The terrorists(who acted on their own) country lost all international support in their war with Asba in return.
Ezmil went mad with grief however, replaced the important decision makers with radicals (Asba was a dictatorship even before that) and launched a nuckear attack, not only on the enemy bloc, but other countries and the Poles.
However, there were new defense systems in place; essentially a highly complicated cluster of bombs, able to deter hypersonic missles. Many went through though, leading to some places still being irradiated. The destruction of the Poles led to the creations of huge wastelands in some parts (where people still live with great difficulty). This means there are now pockets of civilizations seperated by destroyed swathes of land.
This lead to horrible catastrophes as well as a world war, which quickly broke down due to the environmental problems not allowing for large scale warfare. Instead, rogue legions and warlords of once the same or allied states fought each other, leading to devastating massacres left and right.
The country of Prexberg, a strong democratic country, was destroyed by floods and some nukes in it's center, essentially cutting it in half.
The Empire
In the northeast, the forces leaning torwards facism prevailed, turning into the Pseudo-monarchy "The Imperial state of Prexberg"., usually referred to as "The Empire". The Emperor is only a figurehead, though, the real power lies in the hand of the party, made up of the officers and leaders of the old legions.
The north of Prexberg was relatively rural compared to the south, parts due to mismanagement and corruption, parts due to it's proximity to the "Leguanas", a powderkeg of states constantly at each others throats. This often forced Prexberg into conflict and made it the industrial elite more likely to settle in the more peaceful south.
The Empire really tries to sell the feeling of "home" and "the good ol' times". They play folk songs on the radio, build old style houses and heavily encourage the "old ways".
This is a scam, of course. The Empire is a technocratic horror show, their luxury bought by enslaving those considered minorities in the old Prexberg, as well as heavily micromanaging society.
Their military is feared everywhere. The black masks and heavy armor is a bringer of news. Death will come to you and all who don't fit in.
Their ruthless tactics are their strength and their weakness at the same time. Fear keeps the people in line, and victory the loyalists. However, the potential influx of new citizens is often denied to them, because their massacres make people run in the arms of their rival, Luxgia. This, however, also created greater social cohesion and a more efficent use of their resources.
Luxgia
On the other side of the Wasteland lies Luxgia, which is made up mainly of old Prexberg territory, but also that of other smaller states who joined willingly. They are in a cold war with the Empire, due to their different ideologies and due to both states claims to be the rightful succesor state of Prexberg.
Here, the democratic forces won out. The army became not an instrument of the old Warlords to enforce their will, but a citizens force.
Liberal and democratic values are held high in Luxgia, and remain a staple of inner and foreign policy.
However, despite it's founding myth, cracks begin to appear. The democratic dream also slowly rotted away, turning Luxgia into an oligarchy. It's elite, enboldened by the constantly increasing populations need for secruity, shelter and food and the resulting complacency, allowed them take bigger steps in centralising power.
Luxgias elite are known for their lavish feasts , weird fashion and lifestyle. They are despised in parts of society. However, everyone realizes they are needed, and they give the masses personal freedom and a sense of secruity, creating an unstable equilibrium.
To cope with the lack of resources, corners are often cut. The cities are rather ugly, made up of concrete and square blocs, in which hundred od families find place in.
Nothing is wasted. Due to the lack of space, even corpses are used as fertilizer to feed everyone. (A tactic the Empire greatly frowns upon; but do so secretly as well)
However, despite Luxgias huge influx of people from the Wasteland and other surrounding states, their resources are spread thin. The aforementioned fear of collapse as well as personal freedoms, and their even bigger fear of the Empire, are what keeps it going.
The Wasteland
The Wasteland is a flooded, partly radioactive swamp. Arnachy is the order of the day.
The land, whose earth is only black sludge by now, is filled with the bombed out skeletons of once great cities and burnt forests, the water in the streets often hiding the huddling corpses below.
But even here, life still thrives.
Survivors of the war, independent settlements, smaller criminal operations and the powerful cartel all operate within it.
As it's mostly flooded, many are stuck within, allowing for the Cartel to make business. The Cartel acts as a unofficial trade orginazation for the Empire and Luxgia. If a powerful Luxgian Oligarch needs a slave, or an Imperial Party Official needs a new heart, the Cartel will profit. Their small fleet of ships , their unaccountabilty and acess to a larger market make them a huge player everyone depends on one way or another. This also ensures their secruity within the Wasteland. Attack a cartel merchant, and your fellow survivors will flay you before the Cartel does, for they often are the lifeline for the poor souls trapped in the Wastes.
However, there are many colorful characters and places in the Wastes. Be it the the Zuian Settlement, a religious enclave of psychedlics enjoyers, or Father Lambold, a self proclaimed priest picking off people with his sniper from the church tower.
Some even claim to have seen mutants roam the Wastes, but no one has been caught, yet. Just a rumor, I'm sure.
Yeah, so That's it for now. These places are actually way more detailed, but I wanted to give a short overview. Please tell me what you think.
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Please gimme your opinions.
This takes place in a world pretty similar to ours, same technology and a north and southpole.
The old world ended when terrorists of an unnamed country murdered the daughter of President Ezmil of Asba in a livestream.
The terrorists(who acted on their own) country lost all international support in their war with Asba in return.
Ezmil went mad with grief however, replaced the important decision makers with radicals (Asba was a dictatorship even before that) and launched a nuckear attack, not only on the enemy bloc, but other countries and the Poles.
However, there were new defense systems in place; essentially a highly complicated cluster of bombs, able to deter hypersonic missles. Many went through though, leading to some places still being irradiated. The destruction of the Poles led to the creations of huge wastelands in some parts (where people still live with great difficulty). This means there are now pockets of civilizations seperated by destroyed swathes of land.
This lead to horrible catastrophes as well as a world war, which quickly broke down due to the environmental problems not allowing for large scale warfare. Instead, rogue legions and warlords of once the same or allied states fought each other, leading to devastating massacres left and right.
The country of Prexberg, a strong democratic country, was destroyed by floods and some nukes in it's center, essentially cutting it in half.
The Empire
In the northeast, the forces leaning torwards facism prevailed, turning into the Pseudo-monarchy "The Imperial state of Prexberg"., usually referred to as "The Empire". The Emperor is only a figurehead, though, the real power lies in the hand of the party, made up of the officers and leaders of the old legions.
The north of Prexberg was relatively rural compared to the south, parts due to mismanagement and corruption, parts due to it's proximity to the "Leguanas", a powderkeg of states constantly at each others throats. This often forced Prexberg into conflict and made it the industrial elite more likely to settle in the more peaceful south.
The Empire really tries to sell the feeling of "home" and "the good ol' times". They play folk songs on the radio, build old style houses and heavily encourage the "old ways".
This is a scam, of course. The Empire is a technocratic horror show, their luxury bought by enslaving those considered minorities in the old Prexberg, as well as heavily micromanaging society.
Their military is feared everywhere. The black masks and heavy armor is a bringer of news. Death will come to you and all who don't fit in.
Their ruthless tactics are their strength and their weakness at the same time. Fear keeps the people in line, and victory the loyalists. However, the potential influx of new citizens is often denied to them, because their massacres make people run in the arms of their rival, Luxgia. This, however, also created greater social cohesion and a more efficent use of their resources.
Luxgia
On the other side of the Wasteland lies Luxgia, which is made up mainly of old Prexberg territory, but also that of other smaller states who joined willingly. They are in a cold war with the Empire, due to their different ideologies and due to both states claims to be the rightful succesor state of Prexberg.
Here, the democratic forces won out. The army became not an instrument of the old Warlords to enforce their will, but a citizens force.
Liberal and democratic values are held high in Luxgia, and remain a staple of inner and foreign policy.
However, despite it's founding myth, cracks begin to appear. The democratic dream also slowly rotted away, turning Luxgia into an oligarchy. It's elite, enboldened by the constantly increasing populations need for secruity, shelter and food and the resulting complacency, allowed them take bigger steps in centralising power.
Luxgias elite are known for their lavish feasts , weird fashion and lifestyle. They are despised in parts of society. However, everyone realizes they are needed, and they give the masses personal freedom and a sense of secruity, creating an unstable equilibrium.
To cope with the lack of resources, corners are often cut. The cities are rather ugly, made up of concrete and square blocs, in which hundred od families find place in.
Nothing is wasted. Due to the lack of space, even corpses are used as fertilizer to feed everyone. (A tactic the Empire greatly frowns upon; but do so secretly as well)
However, despite Luxgias huge influx of people from the Wasteland and other surrounding states, their resources are spread thin. The aforementioned fear of collapse as well as personal freedoms, and their even bigger fear of the Empire, are what keeps it going.
The Wasteland
The Wasteland is a flooded, partly radioactive swamp. Arnachy is the order of the day.
The land, whose earth is only black sludge by now, is filled with the bombed out skeletons of once great cities and burnt forests, the water in the streets often hiding the huddling corpses below.
But even here, life still thrives.
Survivors of the war, independent settlements, smaller criminal operations and the powerful cartel all operate within it.
As it's mostly flooded, many are stuck within, allowing for the Cartel to make business. The Cartel acts as a unofficial trade orginazation for the Empire and Luxgia. If a powerful Luxgian Oligarch needs a slave, or an Imperial Party Official needs a new heart, the Cartel will profit. Their small fleet of ships , their unaccountabilty and acess to a larger market make them a huge player everyone depends on one way or another. This also ensures their secruity within the Wasteland. Attack a cartel merchant, and your fellow survivors will flay you before the Cartel does, for they often are the lifeline for the poor souls trapped in the Wastes.
However, there are many colorful characters and places in the Wastes. Be it the the Zuian Settlement, a religious enclave of psychedlics enjoyers, or Father Lambold, a self proclaimed priest picking off people with his sniper from the church tower.
Some even claim to have seen mutants roam the Wastes, but no one has been caught, yet. Just a rumor, I'm sure.
Yeah, so That's it for now. These places are actually way more detailed, but I wanted to give a short overview. Please tell me what you think.
2024.05.16 22:18 John_Badminton Shure RXT5 Needle Replacement Help
 | Hi, I'm trying to replace a needle on my Shure RXT5 cartridge for a Dual 1228. The entire cartridge seems to rest on the record when playing, and I assume it is a needle failure, so I bought a needle off of Amazon as a replacement. (I do not 100% know if it is a needle failure). The needle does not fit the dimensions accurately. The jacket is shorter, and too tall to fit inside the cartridge. The red header seems like it would fit perfectly, and it was advertised as a replacement for the RXT5. Does anyone have any suggestions for what I should do next? Or any replacement cartridges? I saw some suggestions that the AT120eb might be a good choice if I went the cartridge replacement option. submitted by John_Badminton to turntables [link] [comments] |
2024.05.16 22:13 _Triple_ [STORE] 900+ KNIVES/GLOVES/SKINS, 100.000$+ INVENTORY. BFK Lore, Gloves Amphibious, Skeleton Fade, Bowie Emerald, BFK Auto, Gloves MF, Talon Doppler, Gloves POW, Bayo Tiger, Gut Sapphire, Stiletto MF, M9 Ultra, Ursus Doppler, Flip Doppler, M9 Stained, Nomad CW, Paracord CW, AK-47 X-Ray & A Lot More
Everything in my inventory is up for trade. The most valuable items are listed here, the rest you can find in My Inventory
Feel free to Add Me or even better send a Trade Offer. Open for any suggestions: upgrades, downgrades / knives, gloves, skins / stickers, patterns, floats.
All Buyouts are listed in cash value.
KNIVES
★ Butterfly Knife Lore (Factory New), B/O: $7194.77
★ Butterfly Knife Autotronic (Minimal Wear), B/O: $2025.74
⎯★ M9 Bayonet Ultraviolet (Field-Tested), B/O: $557.87
★ M9 Bayonet Stained (Well-Worn), B/O: $529.41
★ M9 Bayonet Boreal Forest (Field-Tested), B/O: $465.39
⎯★ Talon Knife Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $1295.27
★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Minimal Wear), B/O: $746.28
★ Karambit Bright Water (Field-Tested), B/O: $688.15
⎯★ Flip Knife Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $547.93
★ Flip Knife Autotronic (Minimal Wear), B/O: $476.69
★ Flip Knife Case Hardened (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $278.18
★ Flip Knife Black Laminate (Well-Worn), B/O: $258.83
★ Flip Knife Urban Masked (Field-Tested), B/O: $181.64
⎯★ Stiletto Knife Marble Fade (Factory New), B/O: $686.04
★ Stiletto Knife Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $665.41
★ Stiletto Knife, B/O: $601.39
★ Stiletto Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested), B/O: $418.25
★ Stiletto Knife Night Stripe (Field-Tested), B/O: $227.80
★ Stiletto Knife Boreal Forest (Field-Tested), B/O: $194.96
★ Stiletto Knife Safari Mesh (Field-Tested), B/O: $192.79
⎯★ Nomad Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested), B/O: $518.11
★ Nomad Knife Scorched (Field-Tested), B/O: $169.78
★ Nomad Knife Forest DDPAT (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $166.88
★ StatTrak™ Nomad Knife Blue Steel (Field-Tested), B/O: $335.79
⎯★ Skeleton Knife Stained (Well-Worn), B/O: $442.05
★ Skeleton Knife Urban Masked (Minimal Wear), B/O: $426.24
★ Skeleton Knife Boreal Forest (Field-Tested), B/O: $314.03
★ StatTrak™ Skeleton Knife Fade (Minimal Wear), B/O: $2361.28
★ StatTrak™ Skeleton Knife Urban Masked (Field-Tested), B/O: $376.53
⎯★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $557.12
★ Ursus Knife, B/O: $471.42
★ Ursus Knife Blue Steel (Minimal Wear), B/O: $212.37
★ Ursus Knife Case Hardened (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $187.66
★ Ursus Knife Damascus Steel (Field-Tested), B/O: $178.18
★ Ursus Knife Ultraviolet (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $155.13
★ Ursus Knife Boreal Forest (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $124.26
⎯★ Huntsman Knife Black Laminate (Minimal Wear), B/O: $204.83
★ Huntsman Knife Black Laminate (Field-Tested), B/O: $184.50
★ StatTrak™ Huntsman Knife Lore (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $224.11
⎯★ Bowie Knife Gamma Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $2142.02
★ Bowie Knife, B/O: $230.44
★ Bowie Knife Damascus Steel (Factory New), B/O: $209.20
★ Bowie Knife Ultraviolet (Minimal Wear), B/O: $180.51
★ Bowie Knife Ultraviolet (Field-Tested), B/O: $131.03
⎯★ Falchion Knife Night (Field-Tested), B/O: $132.54
★ Falchion Knife Urban Masked (Well-Worn), B/O: $112.81
★ Falchion Knife Scorched (Field-Tested), B/O: $108.81
★ Falchion Knife Forest DDPAT (Field-Tested), B/O: $107.82
★ Falchion Knife Safari Mesh (Field-Tested), B/O: $107.46
★ StatTrak™ Falchion Knife Ultraviolet (Field-Tested), B/O: $143.08
⎯★ Paracord Knife Crimson Web (Minimal Wear), B/O: $486.48
★ Paracord Knife Blue Steel (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $163.12
⎯★ Survival Knife Blue Steel (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $138.26
★ Survival Knife Night Stripe (Field-Tested), B/O: $131.03
⎯★ Gut Knife Sapphire (Minimal Wear), B/O: $1127.79
★ Gut Knife Gamma Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $286.17
★ Gut Knife Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $246.55
★ Gut Knife Marble Fade (Factory New), B/O: $240.77
★ Gut Knife, B/O: $210.49
★ Gut Knife Lore (Field-Tested), B/O: $194.22
★ Gut Knife Case Hardened (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $151.51
★ Gut Knife Blue Steel (Minimal Wear), B/O: $124.94
★ Gut Knife Rust Coat (Well-Worn), B/O: $118.99
★ Gut Knife Boreal Forest (Minimal Wear), B/O: $109.80
★ StatTrak™ Gut Knife Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $237.96
⎯★ Shadow Daggers Gamma Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $264.92
★ Shadow Daggers Marble Fade (Factory New), B/O: $253.03
★ Shadow Daggers Tiger Tooth (Factory New), B/O: $237.22
★ Shadow Daggers Crimson Web (Field-Tested), B/O: $153.40
★ Shadow Daggers Autotronic (Minimal Wear), B/O: $144.42
★ Shadow Daggers Blue Steel (Field-Tested), B/O: $105.20
★ StatTrak™ Shadow Daggers Damascus Steel (Minimal Wear), B/O: $150.46
⎯★ Navaja Knife Fade (Factory New), B/O: $365.99
★ Navaja Knife Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $228.93
★ Navaja Knife Marble Fade (Factory New), B/O: $227.43
★ Navaja Knife Slaughter (Factory New), B/O: $209.06
★ Navaja Knife, B/O: $203.16
★ Navaja Knife Case Hardened (Well-Worn), B/O: $132.57
★ Navaja Knife Damascus Steel (Factory New), B/O: $121.69
★ Navaja Knife Damascus Steel (Minimal Wear), B/O: $109.95
★ Navaja Knife Damascus Steel (Field-Tested), B/O: $100.41
★ StatTrak™ Navaja Knife Fade (Factory New), B/O: $369.01
★ StatTrak™ Navaja Knife Damascus Steel (Field-Tested), B/O: $109.95
GLOVES
★ Sport Gloves Amphibious (Minimal Wear), B/O: $2394.67
★ Sport Gloves Omega (Well-Worn), B/O: $572.33
★ Sport Gloves Bronze Morph (Minimal Wear), B/O: $338.88
★ Sport Gloves Big Game (Field-Tested), B/O: $323.66
⎯★ Specialist Gloves Marble Fade (Minimal Wear), B/O: $1652.07
★ Specialist Gloves Tiger Strike (Field-Tested), B/O: $599.14
★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Web (Well-Worn), B/O: $231.57
★ Specialist Gloves Buckshot (Minimal Wear), B/O: $126.21
⎯★ Moto Gloves POW! (Minimal Wear), B/O: $996.99
★ Moto Gloves POW! (Field-Tested), B/O: $383.31
★ Moto Gloves POW! (Well-Worn), B/O: $276.00
★ Moto Gloves Turtle (Field-Tested), B/O: $180.28
⎯★ Hand Wraps CAUTION! (Minimal Wear), B/O: $502.29
★ Hand Wraps Giraffe (Minimal Wear), B/O: $180.73
★ Hand Wraps CAUTION! (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $178.32
⎯★ Driver Gloves Queen Jaguar (Minimal Wear), B/O: $181.01
★ Driver Gloves Rezan the Red (Field-Tested), B/O: $101.66
⎯★ Broken Fang Gloves Jade (Field-Tested), B/O: $127.88
★ Broken Fang Gloves Needle Point (Minimal Wear), B/O: $124.55
⎯★ Bloodhound Gloves Guerrilla (Minimal Wear), B/O: $127.94
★ Hydra Gloves Case Hardened (Field-Tested), B/O: $102.55
WEAPONS
AK-47 X-Ray (Well-Worn), B/O: $478.95
AUG Hot Rod (Factory New), B/O: $425.83
StatTrak™ M4A1-S Hyper Beast (Factory New), B/O: $413.95
M4A4 Daybreak (Factory New), B/O: $309.51
StatTrak™ AK-47 Aquamarine Revenge (Factory New), B/O: $305.43
AK-47 Case Hardened (Well-Worn), B/O: $196.38
StatTrak™ M4A4 Temukau (Minimal Wear), B/O: $174.64
P90 Run and Hide (Field-Tested), B/O: $167.03
AWP Asiimov (Field-Tested), B/O: $153.33
Souvenir SSG 08 Death Strike (Minimal Wear), B/O: $140.00
M4A1-S Printstream (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $124.70
StatTrak™ M4A1-S Golden Coil (Field-Tested), B/O: $117.48
AWP Asiimov (Well-Worn), B/O: $115.97
StatTrak™ Desert Eagle Printstream (Minimal Wear), B/O: $112.96
StatTrak™ AK-47 Asiimov (Minimal Wear), B/O: $110.85
Souvenir M4A1-S Master Piece (Well-Worn), B/O: $102.42
AK-47 Bloodsport (Minimal Wear), B/O: $100.53
Trade Offer Link - Steam Profile Link - My Inventory
Some items on the list may no longer be available or are still locked, visit My Inventory for more details.
Send a Trade Offer for fastest response. I consider all offers.
Add me for discuss if there is a serious offer that needs to be discussed.
2024.05.16 19:09 mareks05 [Store] [selected. ★900+Skins★] Karambit SAPPHIRE,Vice,AWP Prince,Poseidon,AK Hydroponic,Butterfly RUBY,M9&Kara Doppler,BFK Fade,Kara Fade 98% 0.008,Kara F&I,M4 Howl,BFK Marble Fade,Pandora Box,Talon RUBY,Skeleton Fade,AK Gold,Skele Crimson,M4 Phosphor,AK Case Hard (iBP Holo Kato14),AK CH (#670)
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Check MY INVENTORY for updated list of items !!!
All Prices are negotiable and might not be 100% accurate and updated !
★ Butterfly Knife Doppler - FN RUBY B/O 12000usd
★ Karambit Doppler - FN SAPPHIRE B/O 10000usd
★ Karambit Doppler - FN RUBY B/O 10000usd
★ Karambit Doppler - FN B/O 1500usd
★ Sport Gloves Pandora's Box - FT 0.22 B/O 6000usd
★ Talon Knife Doppler - FN RUBY B/O 5000usd
AK-47 Gold Arabesque - MW B/O 3500usd
★ Karambit Fade - FN 98.8% 0.008 B/O 4500usd
AWP The Prince - FT B/O 2800usd
AK-47 Gold Arabesque - FT B/O 2800usd
AWP The Prince - BS B/O 2400usd
AK-47 Gold Arabesque - BS B/O 2200usd
★ M9 Bayonet Gamma Doppler - FN - x2 Phase 4 B/O 2100usd
★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Kimono - FT Tier 6 0.20 B/O 4500usd
★ Skeleton Knife Fade - FN - x2 B/O 1800usd
Boston 2018 Cobblestone Souvenir Package B/O 2000usd
Souvenir AWP Desert Hydra - FT B/O 1800usd
★ Karambit Marble Fade - FN Fire & Ice 0.002 B/O 4000usd
★ Karambit Marble Fade - FN Fire & Ice B/O 3000usd
AWP Desert Hydra - WW B/O 1700usd
★ Sport Gloves Vice - FT 0.20 B/O 2000usd
★ Bayonet Gamma Doppler - FN Phase 2 0.008 B/O 1300usd
★ Bowie Knife Doppler - FN SAPPHIRE B/O 1200usd
★ M9 Bayonet Lore - FT - x2 B/O 1200usd
★ StatTrak™ Skeleton Knife Crimson Web - MW 0.070 B/O 1500usd
★ StatTrak™ M9 Bayonet Autotronic - FT 0.22 B/O 1200usd
M4A4 Poseidon - MW B/O 1100usd
★ Karambit Case Hardened - FT (Blue pattern) B/O 1200usd
★ Skeleton Knife Slaughter - MW B/O 900usd
★ Butterfly Knife Case Hardened - WW B/O 900usd
★ Karambit Ultraviolet - MW B/O 900usd
★ Sport Gloves Slingshot - FT B/O 900usd
and many more !
AK-47 Case Hardened - WW (#670) B/O 8500usd
M4A1-S Hot Rod - FN (Crown Foil) B/O 1150usd
★ Bayonet Case Hardened - FN 0.0010 (4# in the world) B/O 900usd
StatTrak™ AK-47 Case Hardened - MW (iBUYPOWER Katowice 14 HOLO) B/O 4500usd
USP-S Orion - MW (King on The Field Sticker) B/O 150usd
AK-47 Case Hardened - BS (#265) B/O 250usd
AK-47 Case Hardened - BS (#4) B/O 900usd
AK-47 Case Hardened - WW (#764) B/O 500usd
AK-47 Case Hardened - FT (#169) B/O 600usd
AK-47 Case Hardened - MW (#65) B/O 600usd
AK-47 Redline (4x mousesports Foil MLG Columbus 2016) B/O 100usd
AK-47 Predator (Virtus.Pro Holo Dreamhack 2014) B/O 100usd
AK-47 Redline (Virtus.Pro Holo Dreamhack2014) B/O 100usd
P90 Blind Spot - FN (LDLC Katowice 2014) B/O 50usd
M4A1-S Boreal Forest (Crown Foil) B/O 100usd
Desert Eagle Hypnotic - FN (LGB Katowice 2014) B/O 180usd
StatTrak™ Glock-18 Bunsen Burner (4x Titan Cologne 2015) B/O 50usd
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🟩 [TL] https://steamcommunity.com/tradeoffenew/?partner=83681844&token=QAXcgHQ4
🟩 Not everything is listed, check out my inventory for all new skins !
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Check MY INVENTORY for updated list of items !!!
All Prices are negotiable and might not be 100% accurate and updated !
★ Butterfly Knife Doppler - FN RUBY B/O 12000usd
★ Karambit Doppler - FN SAPPHIRE B/O 10000usd
★ Karambit Doppler - FN RUBY B/O 10000usd
★ Karambit Doppler - FN B/O 1500usd
★ Sport Gloves Pandora's Box - FT 0.22 B/O 6000usd
★ Talon Knife Doppler - FN RUBY B/O 5000usd
AK-47 Gold Arabesque - MW B/O 3500usd
★ Karambit Fade - FN 98.8% 0.008 B/O 4500usd
AWP The Prince - FT B/O 2800usd
AK-47 Gold Arabesque - FT B/O 2800usd
AWP The Prince - BS B/O 2400usd
AK-47 Gold Arabesque - BS B/O 2200usd
★ M9 Bayonet Gamma Doppler - FN - x2 Phase 4 B/O 2100usd
★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Kimono - FT Tier 6 0.20 B/O 4500usd
★ Skeleton Knife Fade - FN - x2 B/O 1800usd
Boston 2018 Cobblestone Souvenir Package B/O 2000usd
Souvenir AWP Desert Hydra - FT B/O 1800usd
★ Karambit Marble Fade - FN Fire & Ice 0.002 B/O 4000usd
★ Karambit Marble Fade - FN Fire & Ice B/O 3000usd
AWP Desert Hydra - WW B/O 1700usd
★ Sport Gloves Vice - FT 0.20 B/O 2000usd
★ Bayonet Gamma Doppler - FN Phase 2 0.008 B/O 1300usd
★ Bowie Knife Doppler - FN SAPPHIRE B/O 1200usd
★ M9 Bayonet Lore - FT - x2 B/O 1200usd
★ StatTrak™ Skeleton Knife Crimson Web - MW 0.070 B/O 1500usd
★ StatTrak™ M9 Bayonet Autotronic - FT 0.22 B/O 1200usd
M4A4 Poseidon - MW B/O 1100usd
★ Karambit Case Hardened - FT (Blue pattern) B/O 1200usd
★ Skeleton Knife Slaughter - MW B/O 900usd
★ Butterfly Knife Case Hardened - WW B/O 900usd
★ Karambit Ultraviolet - MW B/O 900usd
★ Sport Gloves Slingshot - FT B/O 900usd
and many more !
AK-47 Case Hardened - WW (#670) B/O 8500usd
M4A1-S Hot Rod - FN (Crown Foil) B/O 1150usd
★ Bayonet Case Hardened - FN 0.0010 (4# in the world) B/O 900usd
StatTrak™ AK-47 Case Hardened - MW (iBUYPOWER Katowice 14 HOLO) B/O 4500usd
USP-S Orion - MW (King on The Field Sticker) B/O 150usd
AK-47 Case Hardened - BS (#265) B/O 250usd
AK-47 Case Hardened - BS (#4) B/O 900usd
AK-47 Case Hardened - WW (#764) B/O 500usd
AK-47 Case Hardened - FT (#169) B/O 600usd
AK-47 Case Hardened - MW (#65) B/O 600usd
AK-47 Redline (4x mousesports Foil MLG Columbus 2016) B/O 100usd
AK-47 Predator (Virtus.Pro Holo Dreamhack 2014) B/O 100usd
AK-47 Redline (Virtus.Pro Holo Dreamhack2014) B/O 100usd
P90 Blind Spot - FN (LDLC Katowice 2014) B/O 50usd
M4A1-S Boreal Forest (Crown Foil) B/O 100usd
Desert Eagle Hypnotic - FN (LGB Katowice 2014) B/O 180usd
StatTrak™ Glock-18 Bunsen Burner (4x Titan Cologne 2015) B/O 50usd
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Knives - Bowie Knife, Butterfly Knife, Falchion Knife, Flip Knife, Gut Knife, Huntsman Knife, M9 Bayonet, Bayonet, Karambit, Shadow Daggers, Stiletto Knife, Ursus Knife, Navaja Knife, Talon Knife, Classic Knife, Paracord Knife, Survival Knife, Nomad Knife, Skeleton Knife, Patterns - Gamma Doppler, Doppler (Phase 1, Phase 2, Phase 3, Phase 4, Black Pearl, Sapphire, Ruby, Emerald), Crimson Web, Lore, Fade, Ultraviolet, Night, Marble Fade (Fire & Ice, Fake FI), Case Hardened (Blue Gem), Autotronic, Slaughter, Black Laminate, Tiger Tooth, Boreal Forest, Scorched, Blue Steel, Vanilla, Damascus Steel, Forest DDPAT, Urban Masked, Freehand, Stained, Bright Water, Safari Mesh, Rust Coat, Gloves - Bloodhound Gloves (Charred, Snakebite, Guerrilla, Bronzed), Driver Gloves (Snow Leopard, King Snake, Crimson Weave, Imperial Plaid, Black Tie, Lunar Weave, Diamondback, Rezan the Red, Overtake, Queen Jaguar, Convoy, Racing Green), Hand Wraps (Cobalt Skulls, CAUTION!, Overprint, Slaughter, Leather, Giraffe, Badlands, Spruce DDPAT, Arboreal, Constrictor, Desert Shamagh, Duct Tape), Moto Gloves (Spearmint, POW!, Cool Mint, Smoke Out, Finish Line, Polygon, Blood Pressure, Turtle, Boom!, Eclipse, 3rd Commando Company, Transport), Specialist Gloves (Crimson Kimono, Tiger Strike, Emerald Web, Field Agent, Marble Fade, Fade, Foundation, Lt. Commander, Crimson Web, Mogul, Forest DDPAT, Buckshot), Sport Gloves (Pandora's Box, Superconductor, Hedge Maze, Vice, Amphibious, Slingshot, Omega, Arid, Big Game, Nocts, Scarlet Shamagh, Bronze Morph), Hydra Gloves (Case Hardened, Emerald, Rattler, Mangrove), Broken Fang Gloves (Jade, Yellow-banded, Unhinged, Needle Point), Pistols - P2000 (Wicked Sick, Ocean Foam, Fire Element, Amber Fade, Corticera, Chainmail, Imperial Dragon, Obsidian, Scorpion, Handgun, Acid Etched), USP-S (Printstream, Kill Confirmed, Whiteout, Road Rash, Owergrowth, The Traitor, Neo-Noir, Dark Water, Orion, Blueprint, Stainless, Caiman, Serum, Monster Mashup, Royal Blue, Ancient Visions, Cortex, Orange Anolis, Ticket To Hell, Black Lotus, Cyrex, Check Engine, Guardian, Purple DDPAT, Torque, Blood Tiger, Flashback, Business Class, Pathfinder, Para Green), Lead Conduit, Glock-18 (Ramese's Reach, Umbral Rabbit, Fade, Candy Apple, Bullet Queen, Synth Leaf, Neo-Noir, Nuclear Garden, Dragon Tatto, Reactor, Pink DDPAT, Twilight Galaxy, Sand Dune, Groundwater, Blue Fissure, Snack Attack, Water Elemental, Brass, Wasteland Rebel, Vogue, Franklin, Royal Legion, Gamma Doppler, Weasel, Steel Disruption, Ironwork, Grinder, High Beam, Moonrise, Oxide Blaze, Bunsen Burner, Clear Polymer, Bunsen Burner, Night), P250 (Apep's Curse, Re.built, Nuclear Threat, Modern Hunter, Splash, Whiteout, Vino Primo, Mehndi, Asiimov, Visions, Undertow, Cartel, See Ya Later, Gunsmoke, Splash, Digital Architect, Muertos, Red Rock, Bengal Tiger, Crimson Kimono, Wingshot, Metallic DDPAT, Hive, Dark Filigree, Mint Kimono), Five-Seven (Neon Kimono, Berries And Cherries, Fall Hazard, Crimson Blossom, Hyper Beast, Nitro, Fairy Tale, Case Hardened, Copper Galaxy, Angry Mob, Monkey Business, Fowl Play, Anodized Gunmetal, Hot Shot, Retrobution, Boost Protocol), CZ75-Auto (Chalice, Crimson Web, Emerald Quartz, The Fuschia is Now, Nitro, Xiangliu, Yellow Jacket, Victoria, Poison Dart, Syndicate, Eco, Hexane, Pole, Tigris), Tec-9 (Mummy's Rot, Rebel, Terrace, Nuclear Threat, Hades, Rust Leaf, Decimator, Blast From, Orange Murano, Toxic, Fuel Injector, Remote Control, Bamboo Forest, Isaac, Avalanche, Brother, Re-Entry, Blue Titanium, Bamboozle), R8 Revolver (Banana Cannon, Fade, Blaze, Crimson Web, Liama Cannon, Crazy 8, Reboot, Canal Spray, Night, Amber Fade), Desert Eagle (Blaze, Hand Cannon, Fennec Fox, Sunset Storm, Emerald Jörmungandr, Pilot, Hypnotic, Golden Koi, Printstream, Cobalt Disruption, Code Red, Ocean Drive, Midnight Storm, Kumicho Dragon, Crimson Web, Heirloom, Night Heist, Mecha Industries, Night, Conspiracy, Trigger Discipline, Naga, Directive, Light Rail), Dual Berettas (Flora Carnivora, Duelist, Cobra Strike, Black Limba, Emerald, Hemoglobin, Twin Turbo, Marina, Melondrama, Pyre, Retribution, Briar, Dezastre, Royal Consorts, Urban Shock, Dualing Dragons, Panther, Balance), Rifles - Galil (Aqua Terrace, Winter Forest, Chatterbox, Sugar Rush, Pheonix Blacklight, CAUTION!, Orange DDPAT, Cerberus, Dusk Ruins, Eco, Chromatic Aberration, Stone Cold, Tuxedo, Sandstorm, Shattered, Urban Rubble, Rocket Pop, Kami, Crimson Tsunami, Connexion), SCAR-20 (Fragments, Brass, Cyrex, Palm, Splash Jam, Cardiac, Emerald, Crimson Web, Magna Carta, Stone Mosaico, Bloodsport, Enforcer), AWP (Black Nile, Duality, Gungnir, Dragon Lore, Prince, Medusa, Desert Hydra, Fade, Lightning Strike, Oni Taiji, Silk Tiger, Graphite, Chromatic Aberration, Asiimov, Snake Camo, Boom, Containment Breach, Wildfire, Redline, Electric Hive, Hyper Beast, Neo-Noir, Man-o'-war, Pink DDPAT, Corticera, Sun in Leo, Elite Build, Fever Dream, Atheris, Mortis, PAW, Exoskeleton, Worm God, POP AWP, Phobos, Acheron, Pit Viper, Capillary, Safari Mesh), AK-47 (Steel Delta, Head Shot, Wild Lotus, Gold Arabesque, X-Ray, Fire Serpent, Hydroponic, Panthera Onca, Case Hardened, Vulcan, Jet Set, Fuel Injector, Bloodsport, Nightwish, First Class, Neon Rider, Asiimov, Red Laminate, Aquamarine Revenge, The Empress, Wasteland Rebel, Jaguar, Black Laminate, Leet Museo, Neon Revolution, Redline, Frontside Misty, Predator, Legion of Anubis, Point Disarray, Orbit Mk01, Blue Laminate, Green Laminate, Emerald Pinstripe, Cartel, Phantom Disruptor, Jungle Spray, Safety Net, Rat Rod, Baroque Purple, Slate, Elite Build, Uncharted, Safari Mesh), FAMAS (Waters of Nephthys, Sundown, Prime Conspiracy, Afterimage, Commemoration, Dark Water, Spitfire, Pulse, Eye of Athena, Meltdown, Rapid Eye Move, Roll Cage, Styx, Mecha Industrie, Djinn, ZX Spectron, Valence, Neural Net, Night Borre, Hexne), M4A4 (Eye of Horus, Temukau, Howl, Poseidon, Asiimov, Daybreak, Hellfire, Zirka, Red DDPAT, Radiation Hazard, Modern Hunter, The Emperor, The Coalition, Bullet Rain, Cyber Security, X-Ray, Dark Blossom, Buzz Kill, In Living Color, Neo-Noir, Desolate Space, 龍王 (Dragon King), Royal Paladin, The Battlestar, Global Offensive, Tooth Fairy, Desert-Strike, Griffin, Evil Daimyo, Spider Lily, Converter), M4A1-S (Emphorosaur-S, Welcome to the Jungle, Imminent Danger, Knight, Hot Rod, Icarus Fell, Blue Phosphor, Printstream, Master Piece, Dark Water, Golden Coil, Bright Water, Player Two, Atomic Alloy, Guardian, Chantico's Fire, Hyper Beast, Mecha Industries, Cyrex, Control Panel, Moss Quartz, Nightmare, Decimator, Leaded Glass, Basilisk, Blood Tiger, Briefing, Night Terror, Nitro, VariCamo, Flashback), SG 553 (Cyberforce, Hazard Pay, Bulldozer, Integrale, Dragon Tech, Ultraviolet, Colony IV, Hypnotic, Cyrex, Candy Apple, Barricade, Pulse), SSG 08 (Death Strike, Sea Calico, Blood in the Water, Orange Filigree, Dragonfire, Big Iron, Bloodshot, Detour, Turbo Peek, Red Stone), AUG (Akihabara Accept, Flame Jörmungandr, Hot Rod, Midnight Lily, Sand Storm, Carved Jade, Wings, Anodized Navy, Death by Puppy, Torque, Bengal Tiger, Chameleon, Fleet Flock, Random Access, Momentum, Syd Mead, Stymphalian, Arctic Wolf, Aristocrat, Navy Murano), G3SG1 (Chronos, Violet Murano, Flux, Demeter, Orange Kimono, The Executioner, Green Apple, Arctic Polar Camo, Contractor), SMGs - P90 (ScaraB Rush, Neoqueen, Astral Jörmungandr, Run and Hide, Emerald Dragon, Cold Blooded, Death by Kitty, Baroque Red, Vent Rush, Blind Spot, Asiimov, Trigon, Sunset Lily, Death Grip, Leather, Nostalgia, Fallout Warning, Tiger Pit, Schermatic, Virus, Shapewood, Glacier Mesh, Shallow Grave, Chopper, Desert Warfare), MAC-10 (Sakkaku, Hot Snakes, Copper Borre, Red Filigree, Gold Brick, Graven, Case Hardened, Stalker, Amber Fade, Neon Rider, Tatter, Curse, Propaganda, Nuclear Garden, Disco Tech, Toybox, Heat, Indigo), UMP-45 (Wild Child, Fade, Blaze, Day Lily, Minotaur's Labyrinth, Crime Scene, Caramel, Bone Pile, Momentum, Primal Saber), MP7 (Teal Blossom, Fade, Nemesis, Whiteout, Asterion, Bloosport, Abyssal Apparition, Full Stop, Special Delivery, Neon Ply, Asterion, Ocean Foam, Powercore, Scorched, Impire), PP-Bizon (Modern Hunter, Rust Coat, Forest Leaves, Antique, High Roller, Blue Streak, Seabird, Judgement of Anubis, Bamboo Print, Embargo, Chemical Green, Coblat Halftone, Fuel Rod, Photic Zone, Irradiated Alert, Carbon Fiber), MP9 (Featherweight, Wild Lily, Pandora's Box, Stained Glass, Bulldozer, Dark Age, Hot Rod, Hypnotic, Hydra, Rose Iron, Music Box, Setting Sun, Food Chain, Airlock, Mount Fuji, Starlight Protector, Ruby Poison Dart, Deadly Poison), MP5-SD (Liquidation, Oxide Oasis, Phosphor, Nitro, Agent, Autumn Twilly), Shotguns, Machineguns - Sawed-Off (Kiss♥Love, First Class, Orange DDPAT, Rust Coat, The Kraken, Devourer, Mosaico, Wasteland Princess, Bamboo Shadow, Copper, Serenity, Limelight, Apocalypto), XM1014 (Frost Borre, Ancient Lore, Red Leather, Elegant Vines, Banana Leaf, Jungle, Urban Perforated, Grassland, Blaze Orange, Heaven Guard, VariCamo Blue, Entombed, XOXO, Seasons, Tranquility, Bone Machine, Incinegator, Teclu Burner, Black Tie, Zombie Offensive, Watchdog), Nova (Sobek's Bite, Baroque Orange, Hyper Beast, Green Apple, Antique, Modern Hunter, Walnut, Forest Leaves, Graphite, Blaze Orange, Rising Skull, Tempest, Bloomstick, Interlock, Quick Sand, Moon in Libra, Clean Polymer, Red Quartz, Toy Soldier), MAG-7 (Copper Coated, Insomnia, Cinqueda, Counter Terrace, Prism Terrace, Memento, Chainmail, Hazard, Justice, Bulldozer, Silver, Core Breach, Firestarter, Praetorian, Heat, Hard Water, Monster Call, BI83 Spectrum, SWAG-7), M249 (Humidor, Shipping Forecast, Blizzard Marbleized, Downtown, Jungle DDPAT, Nebula Crusader, Impact Drill, Emerald Poison Dart), Negev (Mjölnir, Anodized Navy, Palm, Power Loader, Bratatat, CaliCamo, Phoenix Stencil, Infrastructure, Boroque Sand), Wear - Factory New (FN), Minimal Wear (MW), Field-Tested (FT), Well-Worn (WW), Battle-Scarred (BS), Stickers Holo/Foil/Gold - Katowice 2014, Krakow 2017, Howling Dawn, Katowice 2015, Crown, London 2018, Cologne 2014, Boston 2018, Atlanta 2017, Cluj-Napoca 2015, DreamHack 2014, King on the Field, Harp of War, Winged Difuser, Cologne 2016, Cologne 2015, MLG Columbus 2016, Katowice 2019, Berlin 2019, RMR 2020, Stockholm 2021, Antwerp 2022, Paris 2023, Swag Foil, Flammable foil, Others - Souvenirs, Agents, Pins, Passes, Gifts, Music Kits, Cases, Keys, Capsules, Packages, Patches2024.05.16 19:08 mareks05 [Store] [selected. ★900+Skins★] Karambit SAPPHIRE,Vice,AWP Prince,Poseidon,AK Hydroponic,Butterfly RUBY,M9&Kara Doppler,BFK Fade,Kara Fade 98% 0.008,Kara F&I,M4 Howl,BFK Marble Fade,Pandora Box,Talon RUBY,Skeleton Fade,AK Gold,Skele Crimson,M4 Phosphor,AK Case Hard (iBP Holo Kato14),AK CH (#670)
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★ Butterfly Knife Doppler - FN SAPPHIRE
★ M9 Bayonet Doppler - FN RUBY
★ Karambit Doppler - FN SAPPHIRE
★ Karambit Doppler - FN RUBY
M4 Howl
★ Karambit Doppler - FN
★ Sport Gloves Pandora's Box - FT 0.22
★ Talon Knife Doppler - FN RUBY
AK-47 Gold Arabesque - MW
★ Karambit Fade - FN 98.8% 0.008
AWP The Prince - FT
AK-47 Gold Arabesque - FT
AWP The Prince - BS
AK-47 Gold Arabesque - BS
AK-47 Case Hardened - WW (#670)
M4A1-S Hot Rod - FN (Crown Foil)
★ Bayonet Case Hardened - FN 0.0010 (4# in the world)
StatTrak™ AK-47 Case Hardened - MW (iBUYPOWER Katowice 14 HOLO)
USP-S Orion - MW (King on The Field Sticker) b/o 150usd
AK-47 Case Hardened - BS (#265)
AK-47 Case Hardened - BS (#4)
AK-47 Case Hardened - WW (#764)
AK-47 Case Hardened - FT (#169)
AK-47 Case Hardened - MW (#65)
AK-47 Redline (4x mousesports Foil MLG Columbus 2016)
AK-47 Predator (Virtus.Pro Holo Dreamhack 2014)
AK-47 Redline (Virtus.Pro Holo Dreamhack2014)
P90 Blind Spot - FN (LDLC Katowice 2014)
M4A1-S Boreal Forest FT (Crown Foil)
Desert Eagle Hypnotic - FN (LGB Katowice 2014)
StatTrak™ Glock-18 Bunsen Burner (4x Titan Cologne 2015)
★ M9 Bayonet Gamma Doppler - FN - x2 Phase 4
★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Kimono - FT Tier 6 0.20
★ Skeleton Knife Fade - FN - x2
Boston 2018 Cobblestone Souvenir Package -
Souvenir AWP Desert Hydra - FT
★ Karambit Marble Fade - FN Fire & Ice 0.002
★ Karambit Marble Fade - FN Fire & Ice
AWP Desert Hydra - WW
★ Sport Gloves Vice - FT 0.20
★ Bayonet Gamma Doppler - FN Phase 2 0.008
★ Bowie Knife Doppler - FN SAPPHIRE
★ M9 Bayonet Lore - FT - x2
★ StatTrak™ Skeleton Knife Crimson Web - MW 0.070
★ StatTrak™ M9 Bayonet Autotronic - FT 0.22
M4A4 Poseidon - MW
M4A1-S Hot Rod - FN
★ Karambit Case Hardened - FT (Blue pattern)
★ Skeleton Knife Slaughter - MW
★ Butterfly Knife Case Hardened - WW
★ Karambit Ultraviolet - MW
★ Sport Gloves Slingshot - FT
★ StatTrak™ Karambit Case Hardened - WW
★ Karambit Night - MW
★ Gut Knife Doppler - FN RUBY
★ Bayonet Doppler - FN
★ StatTrak™ Karambit Crimson Web - BS
★ Bayonet Case Hardened - FN
★ Sport Gloves Nocts - MW 0.10
★ Classic Knife Fade - FN
★ M9 Bayonet Damascus Steel - FT
★ Karambit Lore - BS
M4A1-S Blue Phosphor - FN - x2
Desert Eagle Blaze - FN
★ Karambit Freehand - BS
★ Butterfly Knife Safari Mesh - BS
AWP Lightning Strike - FN
StatTrak™ AK-47 Case Hardened - MW
ESL One Katowice 2015 Challengers (Holo/Foil) -
★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth - FN
UMP-45 Fade - FN
★ Shadow Daggers Doppler - FN SAPPHIRE
★ Navaja Knife Doppler - FN
★ Navaja Knife Doppler - FN SAPPHIRE
★ Flip Knife Doppler - FN - x2
★ Huntsman Knife Gamma Doppler - FN - x2
★ Flip Knife Marble Fade - FN - x2
★ Ursus Knife Doppler - FN
★ Nomad Knife -
★ M9 Bayonet Night - FT
★ Skeleton Knife Stained - MW
★ Talon Knife Stained - FN
★ M9 Bayonet Night - BS
★ Stiletto Knife Tiger Tooth - FN 0.002
★ M9 Bayonet Scorched - MW
★ StatTrak™ Talon Knife Ultraviolet - MW 0.08
★ Talon Knife Ultraviolet - MW
★ StatTrak™ Skeleton Knife Case Hardened - WW
AK-47 Vulcan - MW
★ Bowie Knife Fade - FN
★ Survival Knife Fade - FN - x2
★ StatTrak™ Talon Knife Crimson Web - FT
★ Falchion Knife Gamma Doppler - FN
StatTrak™ M4A1-S Printstream - MW 0.070
★ Stiletto Knife - - x2
★ Falchion Knife Doppler - FN - x2
Sticker Virtus.Pro Katowice 2014 -
AK-47 Fuel Injector - FN
★ Classic Knife Case Hardened - FN
★ Bowie Knife Gamma Doppler - FN - x4
★ M9 Bayonet Safari Mesh - MW
★ Hand Wraps Cobalt Skulls - FT
★ M9 Bayonet Boreal Forest - FT
★ StatTrak™ Ursus Knife Marble Fade - FN
AK-47 Case Hardened - FN - x3
★ Specialist Gloves Fade - FT
MP5-SD Oxide Oasis - FN
★ Sport Gloves Nocts - FT
★ Bayonet Freehand - FN
Sticker Flipsid3 Tactics (Holo) Katowice 2015 -
★ Skeleton Knife Stained - WW
★ Huntsman Knife Slaughter - MW
StatTrak™ M4A4 The Emperor - FN
StatTrak™ AK-47 Case Hardened - WW
★ Driver Gloves Imperial Plaid - FT
★ Ursus Knife Tiger Tooth - FN
Glock-18 Synth Leaf - MW
★ Talon Knife Urban Masked - MW
★ Moto Gloves Finish Line - MW
★ Flip Knife Lore - FT
★ Specialist Gloves Marble Fade - FT
AK-47 Case Hardened - MW
★ Huntsman Knife Tiger Tooth - FN
★ Driver Gloves Crimson Weave - FT - x2
★ Flip Knife Autotronic - FT
★ Paracord Knife Slaughter - MW
AWP Oni Taiji - FT
★ StatTrak™ Bowie Knife Tiger Tooth - FN - x2
★ Stiletto Knife Stained - FT
★ Survival Knife Case Hardened - MW
ESL One Katowice 2015 Legends (Holo/Foil) -
★ StatTrak™ Shadow Daggers Crimson Web - MW
AK-47 Case Hardened - FT
★ Huntsman Knife Autotronic - MW
★ Navaja Knife Fade - FN
★ Gut Knife Fade - FN
★ Ursus Knife Case Hardened - FT
M4A4 Eye of Horus - FT - x2
★ StatTrak™ Skeleton Knife Boreal Forest - FT
★ Bowie Knife Stained - FN
★ StatTrak™ Shadow Daggers Gamma Doppler - FN
★ Sport Gloves Big Game - FT
AWP Silk Tiger - MW
★ Moto Gloves POW! - FT
★ Flip Knife Damascus Steel - MW - x2
AK-47 Vulcan - FT - x2
★ Nomad Knife Night Stripe - MW
★ Stiletto Knife Urban Masked - MW
★ Specialist Gloves Foundation - WW
StatTrak™ AK-47 Red Laminate - MW
★ Hand Wraps CAUTION! - FT - x2
StatTrak™ USP-S Kill Confirmed - MW - x2
StatTrak™ AK-47 Vulcan - WW
★ StatTrak™ Flip Knife Freehand - FT
★ Shadow Daggers Gamma Doppler - FN
★ Flip Knife Freehand - FT
StatTrak™ M4A1-S Player Two - FN
★ Survival Knife - - x2
Glock-18 Twilight Galaxy - FN
AK-47 Asiimov - FN - x2
AK-47 Case Hardened - WW
★ StatTrak™ Bowie Knife Freehand - FN
★ Driver Gloves Rezan the Red - MW - x3
USP-S Target Acquired - FN - x2
★ Hand Wraps Overprint - WW
★ Falchion Knife -
StatTrak™ AWP BOOM - MW
★ Falchion Knife Blue Steel - MW
★ Huntsman Knife Damascus Steel - MW
★ Flip Knife Night - FT
★ Moto Gloves Blood Pressure - FT
AK-47 Case Hardened - BS - x3
Glock-18 Gamma Doppler - FT - x3
★ Gut Knife Slaughter - MW
★ StatTrak™ Gut Knife Freehand - FT
★ StatTrak™ Falchion Knife Forest DDPAT - MW
★ Nomad Knife Scorched - FT - x2
★ Bowie Knife -
★ Shadow Daggers Tiger Tooth - FN
★ Ursus Knife Damascus Steel - FT
★ Specialist Gloves Lt. Commander - WW
★ Moto Gloves Finish Line - FT
★ Specialist Gloves Marble Fade - BS
StatTrak™ AWP Wildfire - MW
★ Flip Knife Safari Mesh - MW
M4A4 Asiimov - FT - x3
AK-47 Panthera onca - WW
★ Falchion Knife Freehand - FT
AK-47 Panthera onca - BS
★ Sport Gloves Bronze Morph - FT
StatTrak™ AK-47 Frontside Misty - FN
AWP Containment Breach - MW
★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Web - BS
★ Moto Gloves Eclipse - WW
★ Specialist Gloves Mogul - BS
M4A4 Temukau - FN
M4A1-S Master Piece - FT - x2
★ Bloodhound Gloves Snakebite - MW
★ Moto Gloves Transport - MW
AWP Asiimov - FT - x2
AWP Wildfire - FN
★ Ursus Knife Rust Coat - BS - x2
★ Huntsman Knife Ultraviolet - FT
StatTrak™ AK-47 The Empress - MW
★ Falchion Knife Ultraviolet - FT
★ Huntsman Knife Ultraviolet - BS
★ Broken Fang Gloves Yellow-banded - MW
★ Falchion Knife Ultraviolet - WW
★ Huntsman Knife Urban Masked - WW
★ Huntsman Knife Scorched - FT
★ Broken Fang Gloves Unhinged - MW
StatTrak™ AWP Asiimov - BS - x2
★ Broken Fang Gloves Jade - FT - x2
★ Bowie Knife Night - FT
StatTrak™ M4A1-S Cyrex - FN
★ StatTrak™ Falchion Knife Forest DDPAT - FT
AWP Pink DDPAT - FN
★ Huntsman Knife Safari Mesh - FT
★ Ursus Knife Safari Mesh - FT
USP-S Printstream - FN
Souvenir MP9 Hot Rod - FN
★ Gut Knife Blue Steel - FT
AK-47 Bloodsport - MW
★ Driver Gloves Diamondback - WW - x2
MP9 Hot Rod - FN - x2
★ Shadow Daggers Freehand - MW
M4A1-S Printstream - BS
★ Gut Knife Freehand - FT - x2
Sticker rox (Holo) Antwerp 2022 - - x2
CZ75-Auto Emerald Quartz - FT - x2
★ Bloodhound Gloves Guerrilla - MW
★ Shadow Daggers Autotronic - FT - x2
★ Bowie Knife Scorched - FT
AK-47 Bloodsport - FT - x2
★ Navaja Knife Blue Steel - MW
★ Navaja Knife Damascus Steel - MW
★ Paracord Knife Boreal Forest - FT
Desert Eagle Hypnotic - FN
AWP Asiimov - WW
MP7 Teal Blossom - FN
★ Paracord Knife Forest DDPAT - FT
★ Survival Knife Forest DDPAT - FT
★ Paracord Knife Scorched - FT
★ Navaja Knife Stained - MW
★ Survival Knife Scorched - BS
★ Survival Knife Safari Mesh - FT
★ Hand Wraps Spruce DDPAT - BS
MAC-10 Case Hardened - FT
★ Paracord Knife Forest DDPAT - BS
★ Shadow Daggers Damascus Steel - FT
Desert Eagle Golden Koi - MW
AK-47 Redline - MW - x2
StatTrak™ Desert Eagle Printstream - MW - x2
★ Gut Knife Boreal Forest - FT
AWP BOOM - FT
★ Shadow Daggers Bright Water - MW - x2
Desert Eagle Cobalt Disruption - FN
ESL One Cologne 2014 Legends - - x3
★ Hand Wraps Giraffe - FT
★ StatTrak™ Navaja Knife Boreal Forest - FT
Five-SeveN Berries And Cherries - FN
AWP Containment Breach - FT - x2
FAMAS Prime Conspiracy - FN
★ Navaja Knife Scorched - MW
StatTrak™ Desert Eagle Kumicho Dragon - FN
★ Shadow Daggers Night - FT - x2
★ Shadow Daggers Forest DDPAT - BS
★ Shadow Daggers Safari Mesh - FT
★ Navaja Knife Night Stripe - FT
★ Navaja Knife Safari Mesh - FT
★ Shadow Daggers Boreal Forest - FT
★ Navaja Knife Scorched - FT
★ Shadow Daggers Safari Mesh - BS
★ Navaja Knife Scorched - BS
★ Navaja Knife Urban Masked - BS
★ Navaja Knife Boreal Forest - FT
USP-S Kill Confirmed - MW
★ Broken Fang Gloves Unhinged - FT
StatTrak™ AK-47 The Empress - FT
AWP Asiimov - BS
StatTrak™ AWP Man-o'-war - MW
USP-S Dark Water - MW
Souvenir M4A1-S Master Piece - BS
StatTrak™ SSG 08 Dragonfire - FN
★ Specialist Gloves Buckshot - FT
Sir Bloody Miami Darryl The Professionals -
★ Moto Gloves 3rd Commando Company - FT
AK-47 Neon Rider - MW
★ Hand Wraps Constrictor - FT
Sticker Titan Katowice 2015 -
★ Bloodhound Gloves Snakebite - FT - x2
★ Driver Gloves Convoy - FT - x2
AK-47 Leet Museo - FN
★ Hand Wraps Constrictor - WW
StatTrak™ AK-47 Neon Rider - FT
★ Hand Wraps Duct Tape - WW
★ Hand Wraps Giraffe - BS - x2
AWP Redline - MW - x2
ESL One Cologne 2014 Challengers - - x2
StatTrak™ USP-S Printstream - FT
★ Specialist Gloves Buckshot - BS
M4A4 Temukau - MW
StatTrak™ M4A4 龍王 (Dragon King) - FN - x2
M4A1-S Golden Coil - FT
AWP Wildfire - FT
StatTrak™ AK-47 The Empress - WW
AK-47 Aquamarine Revenge - MW
AK-47 Asiimov - MW - x4
StatTrak™ AWP Hyper Beast - FT
AK-47 The Empress - MW
MAC-10 Gold Brick - FN
Glock-18 Gamma Doppler - FN
StatTrak™ USP-S Caiman - FT
USP-S Whiteout - MW - x2
Desert Eagle Printstream - MW - x2
M4A1-S Chantico's Fire - MW
M4A1-S Hyper Beast - MW
M4A1-S Player Two - MW
Howl Pin -
AWP Hyper Beast - MW
AWP Electric Hive - FN - x2
Sticker TSM Kinguin (Foil) Katowice 2015 -
★ Hydra Gloves Mangrove - FT
Desert Eagle Ocean Drive - MW
StatTrak™ AK-47 Asiimov - FT
AK-47 Jaguar - FT - x2
Getaway Sally The Professionals -
StatTrak™ USP-S The Traitor - MW
Souvenir Five-SeveN Fall Hazard - FT
★ Hydra Gloves Rattler - BS
USP-S Orion - MW - x3
Cmdr. Davida 'Goggles' Fernandez SEAL Frogman -
USP-S Kill Confirmed - FT
StatTrak™ AK-47 Nightwish - MW
AK-47 Neon Rider - FT
★ Driver Gloves Racing Green - WW
Sticker Epsilon eSports (Holo) Cologne 2014 -
StatTrak™ Glock-18 Water Elemental - FN
StatTrak™ Desert Eagle Kumicho Dragon - MW
M4A4 Hellfire - MW - x2
StatTrak™ M4A1-S Mecha Industries - BS
StatTrak™ M4A1-S Guardian - FT
AK-47 Red Laminate - FT
StatTrak™ AWP Neo-Noir - FT - x2
Five-SeveN Fairy Tale - FN
AWP Containment Breach - BS
AWP Electric Hive - MW
M4A4 Cyber Security - FN
Number K The Professionals -
StatTrak™ M4A1-S Hyper Beast - WW
StatTrak™ SSG 08 Dragonfire - MW
M4A1-S Decimator - FN - x2
USP-S Road Rash - MW
StatTrak™ USP-S Serum - FT
USP-S Ancient Visions - MW
AK-47 Wasteland Rebel - MW - x3
AWP Pink DDPAT - MW - x2
M4A1-S Cyrex - FN
USP-S Monster Mashup - FN
P90 Death by Kitty - FT - x2
Desert Eagle Printstream - FT
USP-S Business Class - MW
AWP Neo-Noir - FN - x2
StatTrak™ M4A1-S Basilisk - FN
AK-47 Head Shot - MW - x2
P90 Asiimov - FN
USP-S Kill Confirmed - WW - x3
AWP Man-o'-war - MW - x2
SG 553 Integrale - MW
Desert Eagle Code Red - MW
Desert Eagle Kumicho Dragon - FN - x2
AK-47 Leet Museo - MW - x2
M4A1-S Guardian - FN
AK-47 Black Laminate - MW - x2
AK-47 Asiimov - FT - x3
StatTrak™ M4A4 The Emperor - FT
Souvenir Galil AR Cerberus - FT
AK-47 Neon Revolution - MW
AWP Electric Hive - FT
StatTrak™ P250 Mehndi - MW
StatTrak™ M4A4 龍王 (Dragon King) - MW - x2
StatTrak™ SSG 08 Dragonfire - FT
StatTrak™ AK-47 Cartel - BS
AWP Hyper Beast - FT
P250 Whiteout - FT
StatTrak™ Desert Eagle Kumicho Dragon - FT
StatTrak™ M4A4 In Living Color - MW
StatTrak™ AWP Fever Dream - FN
Five-SeveN Nitro - MW
AWP Neo-Noir - MW - x3
StatTrak™ AK-47 Frontside Misty - FT
M4A1-S Mecha Industries - FT
M4A4 The Coalition - FT
MAC-10 Fade - FN
Sticker MOUZ (Foil) Stockholm 2021 -
StatTrak™ USP-S Blueprint - MW
StatTrak™ Galil AR Chatterbox - BS
M4A4 Modern Hunter - FT
USP-S Monster Mashup - MW - x2
M4A4 龍王 (Dragon King) - FN - x2
AK-47 The Empress - WW
MAC-10 Propaganda - FT - x2
Souvenir Glock-18 Night - FN
Souvenir Galil AR CAUTION! - MW
StatTrak™ Desert Eagle Kumicho Dragon - BS
Desert Eagle Midnight Storm - FN
M4A1-S Cyrex - MW
AK-47 Black Laminate - FT
StatTrak™ AWP Elite Build - FT
StatTrak™ AK-47 Ice Coaled - MW
Souvenir M4A4 Tornado - MW
AK-47 Wasteland Rebel - FT
Sir Bloody Skullhead Darryl The Professionals -
StatTrak™ AK-47 Blue Laminate - FT
USP-S Road Rash - FT
AK-47 Wasteland Rebel - BS
AWP Pink DDPAT - WW
Desert Eagle Kumicho Dragon - MW
Souvenir MAC-10 Indigo - FN
M4A4 Desolate Space - FN - x2
StatTrak™ AK-47 Elite Build - FN
StatTrak™ USP-S The Traitor - WW
AK-47 Neon Rider - BS
StatTrak™ M4A1-S Nightmare - FT - x2
AUG Wings - FN - x2
StatTrak™ USP-S The Traitor - BS
StatTrak™ MAC-10 Neon Rider - MW
AWP Pink DDPAT - FT
Desert Eagle Code Red - FT
M4A4 Global Offensive - MW
Desert Eagle Midnight Storm - MW
USP-S Neo-Noir - MW - x3
Primeiro Tenente Brazilian 1st Battalion -
P250 Mehndi - FN
Health Pin -
AWP Elite Build - MW
M4A1-S Decimator - MW - x4
AK-47 Aquamarine Revenge - WW - x2
AK-47 Asiimov - BS
Sticker Liquid Fire (Holo) -
Desert Eagle Midnight Storm - FT - x2
Bloody Darryl The Strapped The Professionals - - x4
& more
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★ Butterfly Knife Doppler - FN SAPPHIRE
★ M9 Bayonet Doppler - FN RUBY
★ Karambit Doppler - FN SAPPHIRE
★ Karambit Doppler - FN RUBY
M4 Howl
★ Karambit Doppler - FN
★ Sport Gloves Pandora's Box - FT 0.22
★ Talon Knife Doppler - FN RUBY
AK-47 Gold Arabesque - MW
★ Karambit Fade - FN 98.8% 0.008
AWP The Prince - FT
AK-47 Gold Arabesque - FT
AWP The Prince - BS
AK-47 Gold Arabesque - BS
AK-47 Case Hardened - WW (#670)
M4A1-S Hot Rod - FN (Crown Foil)
★ Bayonet Case Hardened - FN 0.0010 (4# in the world)
StatTrak™ AK-47 Case Hardened - MW (iBUYPOWER Katowice 14 HOLO)
USP-S Orion - MW (King on The Field Sticker) b/o 150usd
AK-47 Case Hardened - BS (#265)
AK-47 Case Hardened - BS (#4)
AK-47 Case Hardened - WW (#764)
AK-47 Case Hardened - FT (#169)
AK-47 Case Hardened - MW (#65)
AK-47 Redline (4x mousesports Foil MLG Columbus 2016)
AK-47 Predator (Virtus.Pro Holo Dreamhack 2014)
AK-47 Redline (Virtus.Pro Holo Dreamhack2014)
P90 Blind Spot - FN (LDLC Katowice 2014)
M4A1-S Boreal Forest FT (Crown Foil)
Desert Eagle Hypnotic - FN (LGB Katowice 2014)
StatTrak™ Glock-18 Bunsen Burner (4x Titan Cologne 2015)
★ M9 Bayonet Gamma Doppler - FN - x2 Phase 4
★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Kimono - FT Tier 6 0.20
★ Skeleton Knife Fade - FN - x2
Boston 2018 Cobblestone Souvenir Package -
Souvenir AWP Desert Hydra - FT
★ Karambit Marble Fade - FN Fire & Ice 0.002
★ Karambit Marble Fade - FN Fire & Ice
AWP Desert Hydra - WW
★ Sport Gloves Vice - FT 0.20
★ Bayonet Gamma Doppler - FN Phase 2 0.008
★ Bowie Knife Doppler - FN SAPPHIRE
★ M9 Bayonet Lore - FT - x2
★ StatTrak™ Skeleton Knife Crimson Web - MW 0.070
★ StatTrak™ M9 Bayonet Autotronic - FT 0.22
M4A4 Poseidon - MW
M4A1-S Hot Rod - FN
★ Karambit Case Hardened - FT (Blue pattern)
★ Skeleton Knife Slaughter - MW
★ Butterfly Knife Case Hardened - WW
★ Karambit Ultraviolet - MW
★ Sport Gloves Slingshot - FT
★ StatTrak™ Karambit Case Hardened - WW
★ Karambit Night - MW
★ Gut Knife Doppler - FN RUBY
★ Bayonet Doppler - FN
★ StatTrak™ Karambit Crimson Web - BS
★ Bayonet Case Hardened - FN
★ Sport Gloves Nocts - MW 0.10
★ Classic Knife Fade - FN
★ M9 Bayonet Damascus Steel - FT
★ Karambit Lore - BS
M4A1-S Blue Phosphor - FN - x2
Desert Eagle Blaze - FN
★ Karambit Freehand - BS
★ Butterfly Knife Safari Mesh - BS
AWP Lightning Strike - FN
StatTrak™ AK-47 Case Hardened - MW
ESL One Katowice 2015 Challengers (Holo/Foil) -
★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth - FN
UMP-45 Fade - FN
★ Shadow Daggers Doppler - FN SAPPHIRE
★ Navaja Knife Doppler - FN
★ Navaja Knife Doppler - FN SAPPHIRE
★ Flip Knife Doppler - FN - x2
★ Huntsman Knife Gamma Doppler - FN - x2
★ Flip Knife Marble Fade - FN - x2
★ Ursus Knife Doppler - FN
★ Nomad Knife -
★ M9 Bayonet Night - FT
★ Skeleton Knife Stained - MW
★ Talon Knife Stained - FN
★ M9 Bayonet Night - BS
★ Stiletto Knife Tiger Tooth - FN 0.002
★ M9 Bayonet Scorched - MW
★ StatTrak™ Talon Knife Ultraviolet - MW 0.08
★ Talon Knife Ultraviolet - MW
★ StatTrak™ Skeleton Knife Case Hardened - WW
AK-47 Vulcan - MW
★ Bowie Knife Fade - FN
★ Survival Knife Fade - FN - x2
★ StatTrak™ Talon Knife Crimson Web - FT
★ Falchion Knife Gamma Doppler - FN
StatTrak™ M4A1-S Printstream - MW 0.070
★ Stiletto Knife - - x2
★ Falchion Knife Doppler - FN - x2
Sticker Virtus.Pro Katowice 2014 -
AK-47 Fuel Injector - FN
★ Classic Knife Case Hardened - FN
★ Bowie Knife Gamma Doppler - FN - x4
★ M9 Bayonet Safari Mesh - MW
★ Hand Wraps Cobalt Skulls - FT
★ M9 Bayonet Boreal Forest - FT
★ StatTrak™ Ursus Knife Marble Fade - FN
AK-47 Case Hardened - FN - x3
★ Specialist Gloves Fade - FT
MP5-SD Oxide Oasis - FN
★ Sport Gloves Nocts - FT
★ Bayonet Freehand - FN
Sticker Flipsid3 Tactics (Holo) Katowice 2015 -
★ Skeleton Knife Stained - WW
★ Huntsman Knife Slaughter - MW
StatTrak™ M4A4 The Emperor - FN
StatTrak™ AK-47 Case Hardened - WW
★ Driver Gloves Imperial Plaid - FT
★ Ursus Knife Tiger Tooth - FN
Glock-18 Synth Leaf - MW
★ Talon Knife Urban Masked - MW
★ Moto Gloves Finish Line - MW
★ Flip Knife Lore - FT
★ Specialist Gloves Marble Fade - FT
AK-47 Case Hardened - MW
★ Huntsman Knife Tiger Tooth - FN
★ Driver Gloves Crimson Weave - FT - x2
★ Flip Knife Autotronic - FT
★ Paracord Knife Slaughter - MW
AWP Oni Taiji - FT
★ StatTrak™ Bowie Knife Tiger Tooth - FN - x2
★ Stiletto Knife Stained - FT
★ Survival Knife Case Hardened - MW
ESL One Katowice 2015 Legends (Holo/Foil) -
★ StatTrak™ Shadow Daggers Crimson Web - MW
AK-47 Case Hardened - FT
★ Huntsman Knife Autotronic - MW
★ Navaja Knife Fade - FN
★ Gut Knife Fade - FN
★ Ursus Knife Case Hardened - FT
M4A4 Eye of Horus - FT - x2
★ StatTrak™ Skeleton Knife Boreal Forest - FT
★ Bowie Knife Stained - FN
★ StatTrak™ Shadow Daggers Gamma Doppler - FN
★ Sport Gloves Big Game - FT
AWP Silk Tiger - MW
★ Moto Gloves POW! - FT
★ Flip Knife Damascus Steel - MW - x2
AK-47 Vulcan - FT - x2
★ Nomad Knife Night Stripe - MW
★ Stiletto Knife Urban Masked - MW
★ Specialist Gloves Foundation - WW
StatTrak™ AK-47 Red Laminate - MW
★ Hand Wraps CAUTION! - FT - x2
StatTrak™ USP-S Kill Confirmed - MW - x2
StatTrak™ AK-47 Vulcan - WW
★ StatTrak™ Flip Knife Freehand - FT
★ Shadow Daggers Gamma Doppler - FN
★ Flip Knife Freehand - FT
StatTrak™ M4A1-S Player Two - FN
★ Survival Knife - - x2
Glock-18 Twilight Galaxy - FN
AK-47 Asiimov - FN - x2
AK-47 Case Hardened - WW
★ StatTrak™ Bowie Knife Freehand - FN
★ Driver Gloves Rezan the Red - MW - x3
USP-S Target Acquired - FN - x2
★ Hand Wraps Overprint - WW
★ Falchion Knife -
StatTrak™ AWP BOOM - MW
★ Falchion Knife Blue Steel - MW
★ Huntsman Knife Damascus Steel - MW
★ Flip Knife Night - FT
★ Moto Gloves Blood Pressure - FT
AK-47 Case Hardened - BS - x3
Glock-18 Gamma Doppler - FT - x3
★ Gut Knife Slaughter - MW
★ StatTrak™ Gut Knife Freehand - FT
★ StatTrak™ Falchion Knife Forest DDPAT - MW
★ Nomad Knife Scorched - FT - x2
★ Bowie Knife -
★ Shadow Daggers Tiger Tooth - FN
★ Ursus Knife Damascus Steel - FT
★ Specialist Gloves Lt. Commander - WW
★ Moto Gloves Finish Line - FT
★ Specialist Gloves Marble Fade - BS
StatTrak™ AWP Wildfire - MW
★ Flip Knife Safari Mesh - MW
M4A4 Asiimov - FT - x3
AK-47 Panthera onca - WW
★ Falchion Knife Freehand - FT
AK-47 Panthera onca - BS
★ Sport Gloves Bronze Morph - FT
StatTrak™ AK-47 Frontside Misty - FN
AWP Containment Breach - MW
★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Web - BS
★ Moto Gloves Eclipse - WW
★ Specialist Gloves Mogul - BS
M4A4 Temukau - FN
M4A1-S Master Piece - FT - x2
★ Bloodhound Gloves Snakebite - MW
★ Moto Gloves Transport - MW
AWP Asiimov - FT - x2
AWP Wildfire - FN
★ Ursus Knife Rust Coat - BS - x2
★ Huntsman Knife Ultraviolet - FT
StatTrak™ AK-47 The Empress - MW
★ Falchion Knife Ultraviolet - FT
★ Huntsman Knife Ultraviolet - BS
★ Broken Fang Gloves Yellow-banded - MW
★ Falchion Knife Ultraviolet - WW
★ Huntsman Knife Urban Masked - WW
★ Huntsman Knife Scorched - FT
★ Broken Fang Gloves Unhinged - MW
StatTrak™ AWP Asiimov - BS - x2
★ Broken Fang Gloves Jade - FT - x2
★ Bowie Knife Night - FT
StatTrak™ M4A1-S Cyrex - FN
★ StatTrak™ Falchion Knife Forest DDPAT - FT
AWP Pink DDPAT - FN
★ Huntsman Knife Safari Mesh - FT
★ Ursus Knife Safari Mesh - FT
USP-S Printstream - FN
Souvenir MP9 Hot Rod - FN
★ Gut Knife Blue Steel - FT
AK-47 Bloodsport - MW
★ Driver Gloves Diamondback - WW - x2
MP9 Hot Rod - FN - x2
★ Shadow Daggers Freehand - MW
M4A1-S Printstream - BS
★ Gut Knife Freehand - FT - x2
Sticker rox (Holo) Antwerp 2022 - - x2
CZ75-Auto Emerald Quartz - FT - x2
★ Bloodhound Gloves Guerrilla - MW
★ Shadow Daggers Autotronic - FT - x2
★ Bowie Knife Scorched - FT
AK-47 Bloodsport - FT - x2
★ Navaja Knife Blue Steel - MW
★ Navaja Knife Damascus Steel - MW
★ Paracord Knife Boreal Forest - FT
Desert Eagle Hypnotic - FN
AWP Asiimov - WW
MP7 Teal Blossom - FN
★ Paracord Knife Forest DDPAT - FT
★ Survival Knife Forest DDPAT - FT
★ Paracord Knife Scorched - FT
★ Navaja Knife Stained - MW
★ Survival Knife Scorched - BS
★ Survival Knife Safari Mesh - FT
★ Hand Wraps Spruce DDPAT - BS
MAC-10 Case Hardened - FT
★ Paracord Knife Forest DDPAT - BS
★ Shadow Daggers Damascus Steel - FT
Desert Eagle Golden Koi - MW
AK-47 Redline - MW - x2
StatTrak™ Desert Eagle Printstream - MW - x2
★ Gut Knife Boreal Forest - FT
AWP BOOM - FT
★ Shadow Daggers Bright Water - MW - x2
Desert Eagle Cobalt Disruption - FN
ESL One Cologne 2014 Legends - - x3
★ Hand Wraps Giraffe - FT
★ StatTrak™ Navaja Knife Boreal Forest - FT
Five-SeveN Berries And Cherries - FN
AWP Containment Breach - FT - x2
FAMAS Prime Conspiracy - FN
★ Navaja Knife Scorched - MW
StatTrak™ Desert Eagle Kumicho Dragon - FN
★ Shadow Daggers Night - FT - x2
★ Shadow Daggers Forest DDPAT - BS
★ Shadow Daggers Safari Mesh - FT
★ Navaja Knife Night Stripe - FT
★ Navaja Knife Safari Mesh - FT
★ Shadow Daggers Boreal Forest - FT
★ Navaja Knife Scorched - FT
★ Shadow Daggers Safari Mesh - BS
★ Navaja Knife Scorched - BS
★ Navaja Knife Urban Masked - BS
★ Navaja Knife Boreal Forest - FT
USP-S Kill Confirmed - MW
★ Broken Fang Gloves Unhinged - FT
StatTrak™ AK-47 The Empress - FT
AWP Asiimov - BS
StatTrak™ AWP Man-o'-war - MW
USP-S Dark Water - MW
Souvenir M4A1-S Master Piece - BS
StatTrak™ SSG 08 Dragonfire - FN
★ Specialist Gloves Buckshot - FT
Sir Bloody Miami Darryl The Professionals -
★ Moto Gloves 3rd Commando Company - FT
AK-47 Neon Rider - MW
★ Hand Wraps Constrictor - FT
Sticker Titan Katowice 2015 -
★ Bloodhound Gloves Snakebite - FT - x2
★ Driver Gloves Convoy - FT - x2
AK-47 Leet Museo - FN
★ Hand Wraps Constrictor - WW
StatTrak™ AK-47 Neon Rider - FT
★ Hand Wraps Duct Tape - WW
★ Hand Wraps Giraffe - BS - x2
AWP Redline - MW - x2
ESL One Cologne 2014 Challengers - - x2
StatTrak™ USP-S Printstream - FT
★ Specialist Gloves Buckshot - BS
M4A4 Temukau - MW
StatTrak™ M4A4 龍王 (Dragon King) - FN - x2
M4A1-S Golden Coil - FT
AWP Wildfire - FT
StatTrak™ AK-47 The Empress - WW
AK-47 Aquamarine Revenge - MW
AK-47 Asiimov - MW - x4
StatTrak™ AWP Hyper Beast - FT
AK-47 The Empress - MW
MAC-10 Gold Brick - FN
Glock-18 Gamma Doppler - FN
StatTrak™ USP-S Caiman - FT
USP-S Whiteout - MW - x2
Desert Eagle Printstream - MW - x2
M4A1-S Chantico's Fire - MW
M4A1-S Hyper Beast - MW
M4A1-S Player Two - MW
Howl Pin -
AWP Hyper Beast - MW
AWP Electric Hive - FN - x2
Sticker TSM Kinguin (Foil) Katowice 2015 -
★ Hydra Gloves Mangrove - FT
Desert Eagle Ocean Drive - MW
StatTrak™ AK-47 Asiimov - FT
AK-47 Jaguar - FT - x2
Getaway Sally The Professionals -
StatTrak™ USP-S The Traitor - MW
Souvenir Five-SeveN Fall Hazard - FT
★ Hydra Gloves Rattler - BS
USP-S Orion - MW - x3
Cmdr. Davida 'Goggles' Fernandez SEAL Frogman -
USP-S Kill Confirmed - FT
StatTrak™ AK-47 Nightwish - MW
AK-47 Neon Rider - FT
★ Driver Gloves Racing Green - WW
Sticker Epsilon eSports (Holo) Cologne 2014 -
StatTrak™ Glock-18 Water Elemental - FN
StatTrak™ Desert Eagle Kumicho Dragon - MW
M4A4 Hellfire - MW - x2
StatTrak™ M4A1-S Mecha Industries - BS
StatTrak™ M4A1-S Guardian - FT
AK-47 Red Laminate - FT
StatTrak™ AWP Neo-Noir - FT - x2
Five-SeveN Fairy Tale - FN
AWP Containment Breach - BS
AWP Electric Hive - MW
M4A4 Cyber Security - FN
Number K The Professionals -
StatTrak™ M4A1-S Hyper Beast - WW
StatTrak™ SSG 08 Dragonfire - MW
M4A1-S Decimator - FN - x2
USP-S Road Rash - MW
StatTrak™ USP-S Serum - FT
USP-S Ancient Visions - MW
AK-47 Wasteland Rebel - MW - x3
AWP Pink DDPAT - MW - x2
M4A1-S Cyrex - FN
USP-S Monster Mashup - FN
P90 Death by Kitty - FT - x2
Desert Eagle Printstream - FT
USP-S Business Class - MW
AWP Neo-Noir - FN - x2
StatTrak™ M4A1-S Basilisk - FN
AK-47 Head Shot - MW - x2
P90 Asiimov - FN
USP-S Kill Confirmed - WW - x3
AWP Man-o'-war - MW - x2
SG 553 Integrale - MW
Desert Eagle Code Red - MW
Desert Eagle Kumicho Dragon - FN - x2
AK-47 Leet Museo - MW - x2
M4A1-S Guardian - FN
AK-47 Black Laminate - MW - x2
AK-47 Asiimov - FT - x3
StatTrak™ M4A4 The Emperor - FT
Souvenir Galil AR Cerberus - FT
AK-47 Neon Revolution - MW
AWP Electric Hive - FT
StatTrak™ P250 Mehndi - MW
StatTrak™ M4A4 龍王 (Dragon King) - MW - x2
StatTrak™ SSG 08 Dragonfire - FT
StatTrak™ AK-47 Cartel - BS
AWP Hyper Beast - FT
P250 Whiteout - FT
StatTrak™ Desert Eagle Kumicho Dragon - FT
StatTrak™ M4A4 In Living Color - MW
StatTrak™ AWP Fever Dream - FN
Five-SeveN Nitro - MW
AWP Neo-Noir - MW - x3
StatTrak™ AK-47 Frontside Misty - FT
M4A1-S Mecha Industries - FT
M4A4 The Coalition - FT
MAC-10 Fade - FN
Sticker MOUZ (Foil) Stockholm 2021 -
StatTrak™ USP-S Blueprint - MW
StatTrak™ Galil AR Chatterbox - BS
M4A4 Modern Hunter - FT
USP-S Monster Mashup - MW - x2
M4A4 龍王 (Dragon King) - FN - x2
AK-47 The Empress - WW
MAC-10 Propaganda - FT - x2
Souvenir Glock-18 Night - FN
Souvenir Galil AR CAUTION! - MW
StatTrak™ Desert Eagle Kumicho Dragon - BS
Desert Eagle Midnight Storm - FN
M4A1-S Cyrex - MW
AK-47 Black Laminate - FT
StatTrak™ AWP Elite Build - FT
StatTrak™ AK-47 Ice Coaled - MW
Souvenir M4A4 Tornado - MW
AK-47 Wasteland Rebel - FT
Sir Bloody Skullhead Darryl The Professionals -
StatTrak™ AK-47 Blue Laminate - FT
USP-S Road Rash - FT
AK-47 Wasteland Rebel - BS
AWP Pink DDPAT - WW
Desert Eagle Kumicho Dragon - MW
Souvenir MAC-10 Indigo - FN
M4A4 Desolate Space - FN - x2
StatTrak™ AK-47 Elite Build - FN
StatTrak™ USP-S The Traitor - WW
AK-47 Neon Rider - BS
StatTrak™ M4A1-S Nightmare - FT - x2
AUG Wings - FN - x2
StatTrak™ USP-S The Traitor - BS
StatTrak™ MAC-10 Neon Rider - MW
AWP Pink DDPAT - FT
Desert Eagle Code Red - FT
M4A4 Global Offensive - MW
Desert Eagle Midnight Storm - MW
USP-S Neo-Noir - MW - x3
Primeiro Tenente Brazilian 1st Battalion -
P250 Mehndi - FN
Health Pin -
AWP Elite Build - MW
M4A1-S Decimator - MW - x4
AK-47 Aquamarine Revenge - WW - x2
AK-47 Asiimov - BS
Sticker Liquid Fire (Holo) -
Desert Eagle Midnight Storm - FT - x2
Bloody Darryl The Strapped The Professionals - - x4
& more
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Knives - Bowie Knife, Butterfly Knife, Falchion Knife, Flip Knife, Gut Knife, Huntsman Knife, M9 Bayonet, Bayonet, Karambit, Shadow Daggers, Stiletto Knife, Ursus Knife, Navaja Knife, Talon Knife, Classic Knife, Paracord Knife, Survival Knife, Nomad Knife, Skeleton Knife, Patterns - Gamma Doppler, Doppler (Phase 1, Phase 2, Phase 3, Phase 4, Black Pearl, Sapphire, Ruby, Emerald), Crimson Web, Lore, Fade, Ultraviolet, Night, Marble Fade (Fire & Ice, Fake FI), Case Hardened (Blue Gem), Autotronic, Slaughter, Black Laminate, Tiger Tooth, Boreal Forest, Scorched, Blue Steel, Vanilla, Damascus Steel, Forest DDPAT, Urban Masked, Freehand, Stained, Bright Water, Safari Mesh, Rust Coat, Gloves - Bloodhound Gloves (Charred, Snakebite, Guerrilla, Bronzed), Driver Gloves (Snow Leopard, King Snake, Crimson Weave, Imperial Plaid, Black Tie, Lunar Weave, Diamondback, Rezan the Red, Overtake, Queen Jaguar, Convoy, Racing Green), Hand Wraps (Cobalt Skulls, CAUTION!, Overprint, Slaughter, Leather, Giraffe, Badlands, Spruce DDPAT, Arboreal, Constrictor, Desert Shamagh, Duct Tape), Moto Gloves (Spearmint, POW!, Cool Mint, Smoke Out, Finish Line, Polygon, Blood Pressure, Turtle, Boom!, Eclipse, 3rd Commando Company, Transport), Specialist Gloves (Crimson Kimono, Tiger Strike, Emerald Web, Field Agent, Marble Fade, Fade, Foundation, Lt. Commander, Crimson Web, Mogul, Forest DDPAT, Buckshot), Sport Gloves (Pandora's Box, Superconductor, Hedge Maze, Vice, Amphibious, Slingshot, Omega, Arid, Big Game, Nocts, Scarlet Shamagh, Bronze Morph), Hydra Gloves (Case Hardened, Emerald, Rattler, Mangrove), Broken Fang Gloves (Jade, Yellow-banded, Unhinged, Needle Point), Pistols - P2000 (Wicked Sick, Ocean Foam, Fire Element, Amber Fade, Corticera, Chainmail, Imperial Dragon, Obsidian, Scorpion, Handgun, Acid Etched), USP-S (Printstream, Kill Confirmed, Whiteout, Road Rash, Owergrowth, The Traitor, Neo-Noir, Dark Water, Orion, Blueprint, Stainless, Caiman, Serum, Monster Mashup, Royal Blue, Ancient Visions, Cortex, Orange Anolis, Ticket To Hell, Black Lotus, Cyrex, Check Engine, Guardian, Purple DDPAT, Torque, Blood Tiger, Flashback, Business Class, Pathfinder, Para Green), Lead Conduit, Glock-18 (Ramese's Reach, Umbral Rabbit, Fade, Candy Apple, Bullet Queen, Synth Leaf, Neo-Noir, Nuclear Garden, Dragon Tatto, Reactor, Pink DDPAT, Twilight Galaxy, Sand Dune, Groundwater, Blue Fissure, Snack Attack, Water Elemental, Brass, Wasteland Rebel, Vogue, Franklin, Royal Legion, Gamma Doppler, Weasel, Steel Disruption, Ironwork, Grinder, High Beam, Moonrise, Oxide Blaze, Bunsen Burner, Clear Polymer, Bunsen Burner, Night), P250 (Apep's Curse, Re.built, Nuclear Threat, Modern Hunter, Splash, Whiteout, Vino Primo, Mehndi, Asiimov, Visions, Undertow, Cartel, See Ya Later, Gunsmoke, Splash, Digital Architect, Muertos, Red Rock, Bengal Tiger, Crimson Kimono, Wingshot, Metallic DDPAT, Hive, Dark Filigree, Mint Kimono), Five-Seven (Neon Kimono, Berries And Cherries, Fall Hazard, Crimson Blossom, Hyper Beast, Nitro, Fairy Tale, Case Hardened, Copper Galaxy, Angry Mob, Monkey Business, Fowl Play, Anodized Gunmetal, Hot Shot, Retrobution, Boost Protocol), CZ75-Auto (Chalice, Crimson Web, Emerald Quartz, The Fuschia is Now, Nitro, Xiangliu, Yellow Jacket, Victoria, Poison Dart, Syndicate, Eco, Hexane, Pole, Tigris), Tec-9 (Mummy's Rot, Rebel, Terrace, Nuclear Threat, Hades, Rust Leaf, Decimator, Blast From, Orange2024.05.16 18:42 Swimming-Assist383 Will wrights quilt binding self heal from needle holes?
Making my first quilt for my new granddaughter. I’m using wrights quilt binding for binding and attempting to machine bind it. My machine is very unhappy with the binding process and I had a bit of a mess yesterday. I’ve ripped out the seam and unpicked all the threads leaving a mess of needle holes in the binding. The binding seems rather thin compared to normal fabric, so wondering if this will heal itself with washing/itoning/time or if I should replace the damaged piece?
submitted by Swimming-Assist383 to quilting [link] [comments]
2024.05.16 17:59 _Triple_ [STORE] 900+ KNIVES/GLOVES/SKINS, 100.000$+ INVENTORY. BFK Lore, Gloves Amphibious, Skeleton Fade, Bowie Emerald, BFK Auto, Gloves MF, Talon Doppler, Gloves POW, Bayo Tiger, Gut Sapphire, Stiletto MF, M9 Ultra, Ursus Doppler, Flip Doppler, M9 Stained, Nomad CW, Paracord CW, AK-47 X-Ray & A Lot More
Everything in my inventory is up for trade. The most valuable items are listed here, the rest you can find in My Inventory
Feel free to Add Me or even better send a Trade Offer. Open for any suggestions: upgrades, downgrades / knives, gloves, skins / stickers, patterns, floats.
All Buyouts are listed in cash value.
KNIVES
★ Butterfly Knife Lore (Factory New), B/O: $7194.77
★ Butterfly Knife Autotronic (Minimal Wear), B/O: $2025.74
⎯★ M9 Bayonet Ultraviolet (Field-Tested), B/O: $557.87
★ M9 Bayonet Stained (Well-Worn), B/O: $529.41
★ M9 Bayonet Boreal Forest (Field-Tested), B/O: $465.39
⎯★ Talon Knife Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $1295.27
★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Minimal Wear), B/O: $746.28
★ Karambit Bright Water (Field-Tested), B/O: $688.15
⎯★ Flip Knife Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $547.93
★ Flip Knife Autotronic (Minimal Wear), B/O: $476.69
★ Flip Knife Case Hardened (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $278.18
★ Flip Knife Black Laminate (Well-Worn), B/O: $258.83
★ Flip Knife Urban Masked (Field-Tested), B/O: $181.64
⎯★ Stiletto Knife Marble Fade (Factory New), B/O: $686.04
★ Stiletto Knife Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $665.41
★ Stiletto Knife, B/O: $601.39
★ Stiletto Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested), B/O: $418.25
★ Stiletto Knife Night Stripe (Field-Tested), B/O: $227.80
★ Stiletto Knife Boreal Forest (Field-Tested), B/O: $194.96
★ Stiletto Knife Safari Mesh (Field-Tested), B/O: $192.79
⎯★ Nomad Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested), B/O: $518.11
★ Nomad Knife Scorched (Field-Tested), B/O: $169.78
★ Nomad Knife Forest DDPAT (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $166.88
★ StatTrak™ Nomad Knife Blue Steel (Field-Tested), B/O: $335.79
⎯★ Skeleton Knife Stained (Well-Worn), B/O: $442.05
★ Skeleton Knife Urban Masked (Minimal Wear), B/O: $426.24
★ Skeleton Knife Boreal Forest (Field-Tested), B/O: $314.03
★ StatTrak™ Skeleton Knife Fade (Minimal Wear), B/O: $2361.28
★ StatTrak™ Skeleton Knife Urban Masked (Field-Tested), B/O: $376.53
⎯★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $557.12
★ Ursus Knife, B/O: $471.42
★ Ursus Knife Blue Steel (Minimal Wear), B/O: $212.37
★ Ursus Knife Case Hardened (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $187.66
★ Ursus Knife Damascus Steel (Field-Tested), B/O: $178.18
★ Ursus Knife Ultraviolet (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $155.13
★ Ursus Knife Boreal Forest (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $124.26
⎯★ Huntsman Knife Black Laminate (Minimal Wear), B/O: $204.83
★ Huntsman Knife Black Laminate (Field-Tested), B/O: $184.50
★ StatTrak™ Huntsman Knife Lore (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $224.11
⎯★ Bowie Knife Gamma Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $2142.02
★ Bowie Knife, B/O: $230.44
★ Bowie Knife Damascus Steel (Factory New), B/O: $209.20
★ Bowie Knife Ultraviolet (Minimal Wear), B/O: $180.51
★ Bowie Knife Ultraviolet (Field-Tested), B/O: $131.03
⎯★ Falchion Knife Night (Field-Tested), B/O: $132.54
★ Falchion Knife Urban Masked (Well-Worn), B/O: $112.81
★ Falchion Knife Scorched (Field-Tested), B/O: $108.81
★ Falchion Knife Forest DDPAT (Field-Tested), B/O: $107.82
★ Falchion Knife Safari Mesh (Field-Tested), B/O: $107.46
★ StatTrak™ Falchion Knife Ultraviolet (Field-Tested), B/O: $143.08
⎯★ Paracord Knife Crimson Web (Minimal Wear), B/O: $486.48
★ Paracord Knife Blue Steel (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $163.12
⎯★ Survival Knife Blue Steel (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $138.26
★ Survival Knife Night Stripe (Field-Tested), B/O: $131.03
⎯★ Gut Knife Sapphire (Minimal Wear), B/O: $1127.79
★ Gut Knife Gamma Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $286.17
★ Gut Knife Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $246.55
★ Gut Knife Marble Fade (Factory New), B/O: $240.77
★ Gut Knife, B/O: $210.49
★ Gut Knife Lore (Field-Tested), B/O: $194.22
★ Gut Knife Case Hardened (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $151.51
★ Gut Knife Blue Steel (Minimal Wear), B/O: $124.94
★ Gut Knife Rust Coat (Well-Worn), B/O: $118.99
★ Gut Knife Boreal Forest (Minimal Wear), B/O: $109.80
★ StatTrak™ Gut Knife Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $237.96
⎯★ Shadow Daggers Gamma Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $264.92
★ Shadow Daggers Marble Fade (Factory New), B/O: $253.03
★ Shadow Daggers Tiger Tooth (Factory New), B/O: $237.22
★ Shadow Daggers Crimson Web (Field-Tested), B/O: $153.40
★ Shadow Daggers Autotronic (Minimal Wear), B/O: $144.42
★ Shadow Daggers Blue Steel (Field-Tested), B/O: $105.20
★ StatTrak™ Shadow Daggers Damascus Steel (Minimal Wear), B/O: $150.46
⎯★ Navaja Knife Fade (Factory New), B/O: $365.99
★ Navaja Knife Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $228.93
★ Navaja Knife Marble Fade (Factory New), B/O: $227.43
★ Navaja Knife Slaughter (Factory New), B/O: $209.06
★ Navaja Knife, B/O: $203.16
★ Navaja Knife Case Hardened (Well-Worn), B/O: $132.57
★ Navaja Knife Damascus Steel (Factory New), B/O: $121.69
★ Navaja Knife Damascus Steel (Minimal Wear), B/O: $109.95
★ Navaja Knife Damascus Steel (Field-Tested), B/O: $100.41
★ StatTrak™ Navaja Knife Fade (Factory New), B/O: $369.01
★ StatTrak™ Navaja Knife Damascus Steel (Field-Tested), B/O: $109.95
GLOVES
★ Sport Gloves Amphibious (Minimal Wear), B/O: $2394.67
★ Sport Gloves Omega (Well-Worn), B/O: $572.33
★ Sport Gloves Bronze Morph (Minimal Wear), B/O: $338.88
★ Sport Gloves Big Game (Field-Tested), B/O: $323.66
⎯★ Specialist Gloves Marble Fade (Minimal Wear), B/O: $1652.07
★ Specialist Gloves Tiger Strike (Field-Tested), B/O: $599.14
★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Web (Well-Worn), B/O: $231.57
★ Specialist Gloves Buckshot (Minimal Wear), B/O: $126.21
⎯★ Moto Gloves POW! (Minimal Wear), B/O: $996.99
★ Moto Gloves POW! (Field-Tested), B/O: $383.31
★ Moto Gloves POW! (Well-Worn), B/O: $276.00
★ Moto Gloves Turtle (Field-Tested), B/O: $180.28
⎯★ Hand Wraps CAUTION! (Minimal Wear), B/O: $502.29
★ Hand Wraps Giraffe (Minimal Wear), B/O: $180.73
★ Hand Wraps CAUTION! (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $178.32
⎯★ Driver Gloves Queen Jaguar (Minimal Wear), B/O: $181.01
★ Driver Gloves Rezan the Red (Field-Tested), B/O: $101.66
⎯★ Broken Fang Gloves Jade (Field-Tested), B/O: $127.88
★ Broken Fang Gloves Needle Point (Minimal Wear), B/O: $124.55
⎯★ Bloodhound Gloves Guerrilla (Minimal Wear), B/O: $127.94
★ Hydra Gloves Case Hardened (Field-Tested), B/O: $102.55
WEAPONS
AK-47 X-Ray (Well-Worn), B/O: $478.95
AUG Hot Rod (Factory New), B/O: $425.83
StatTrak™ M4A1-S Hyper Beast (Factory New), B/O: $413.95
M4A4 Daybreak (Factory New), B/O: $309.51
StatTrak™ AK-47 Aquamarine Revenge (Factory New), B/O: $305.43
AK-47 Case Hardened (Well-Worn), B/O: $196.38
StatTrak™ M4A4 Temukau (Minimal Wear), B/O: $174.64
P90 Run and Hide (Field-Tested), B/O: $167.03
AWP Asiimov (Field-Tested), B/O: $153.33
Souvenir SSG 08 Death Strike (Minimal Wear), B/O: $140.00
M4A1-S Printstream (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $124.70
StatTrak™ M4A1-S Golden Coil (Field-Tested), B/O: $117.48
AWP Asiimov (Well-Worn), B/O: $115.97
StatTrak™ Desert Eagle Printstream (Minimal Wear), B/O: $112.96
StatTrak™ AK-47 Asiimov (Minimal Wear), B/O: $110.85
Souvenir M4A1-S Master Piece (Well-Worn), B/O: $102.42
AK-47 Bloodsport (Minimal Wear), B/O: $100.53
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2024.05.16 17:49 ifeelneutral Skyrim Crashing despite using LLO
I followed logical load order to a tee, yet for some reason, my game is still crashing occasionally. Ive onl really made it to falkreath so far, So idk about other areas.
submitted by ifeelneutral to SkyrimModsXbox [link] [comments]
- USSEP
- Simple Workaround framework
- EFPS 2.3
- Reforging to the masses
- reconciliation qol and bugfixes
- reconciliation ussep qol patch
- realistic water two resources
- minimalistic autosave
- more to say 9.0.2
- Extended guard dialogue
- TES legends loading screens
- Oblivion like loading screens stone
- cloaks and capes
- nordic fur armor
- chainmail cloak
- nordwrua chainmail armor
- wearable lanterns
- Imperious races of skyrim
- the original sleeving skyrim
- disable auto vanity
- no disark unequip
- blood and bubbles
- become a bard
- ordinator
- apocalypse magic
- apocalypse ordinator patch
- better descriptions
- sounds of skyrim
- rainbows over waterfalls
- true storms
- mintys lightning
- veydosebrom
- landscape fixes for grass mods
- no grassias
- high poly project
- lw addon animated
- jarls with sleeves
- lit road signs
- open face guard helmets
- imperial fort battlements
- eeks gildegreen
- falling gildegreen pedals
- LW addon animated world
- use those blankets
- detailed rugs
- fluffworks
- bears of the north 4k
- divine wolves
- thrones of skyrim
- skyland landscapes AIO
- Majestic mountains
- Cathedral snow
- Skyland riften
- Skyland markarth
- Skyland nordic ruins
- Skyland Forts
- Sublime solitude
- Photorealistic farmhouses
- book covers of skyrim
- LH's unique signs
- ennead banners
- DKs realistic ships
- medieval gold coins
- Nordwarua stormcloak armor
- imperia tribune tullius replacer
- my road signs are beautiful
- nordic guard shields
- realistic foods and beverages
- hold guard armor unchanged
- mihails crows 2k
- transparent ice
- realistic transparent glass
- 2022 ultimate hd fire effects
- Qwaffees braziers
- Holidays
- seasonal wildlife distribution
- traverse the ulvenwald
- touring carriages
- fortified whiterun
- after the civil war sige damage repairs
- gallows of skyrim
- forsworn brutality
- Wintersun
- jks interiors aio
- jks skyrim aio
- Jks interiors Jks skyrim patch
- jks skyrim holidays patch
- better innteriors jks interiors compatible
- diverse dragons 1k
- inigo
- lucien
- More to say
- Traverse the ulvenwald
- civil war overhaul redux
- opening scene overhaul
- realistic water two
2024.05.16 17:47 alex_travels Porto Zante - Ultra Luxe, Ultra Private Escape in the Ionian Islands
 | Just stayed at Porto Zante as our last stop in Greece and super pumped to share my review with you all. It really blew me away. I knew it's reputation for luxe was high, but the quality of the hotel and service was beyond my expectation. submitted by alex_travels to FATTravel [link] [comments] This is an ultra luxe, ultra private all-vila escape on the east side of the island of Zakynthos, which is in the Ionian Sea. It’s very old money European vibes and a very similar feeling as Il Pelicano, though more luxe and a more beautiful setting IMO (I think the sea here is more beautiful). This is a place that highly values luxury, quality and service but is neither flashy nor boastful. This is where you go if you want to escape the world and be pampered in extreme luxury and perfect service. It’s the favorite of many prominent European families, celebs, CEOs and others who do *not* want to go to a place to be seen. Come here to fall off the map for a bit and enjoy the pampering of the beautiful weather, food, accommodations and service. https://preview.redd.it/mpvrlnl77t0d1.png?width=2080&format=png&auto=webp&s=0a22c45d6bd9324bc64895a9d91d4a6f18a16b65 https://preview.redd.it/q6uozwe87t0d1.png?width=2076&format=png&auto=webp&s=2dc1a0c8fd7f4122a93db60b606e8923b6409209 The property is open May through September. Background
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2024.05.16 17:06 Prestigious_Elk276 Questions from a newbie. 🎶
 | Please be kind. I’m very new to vinyl & turntables, and was recently gifted this vintage turntable from 1981 that my mother-in-law, and I would love to see up and running. submitted by Prestigious_Elk276 to turntable [link] [comments] Question 1. Am having the hardest time finding a needle that isn’t $70 with an attached brush. I was looking at replacing the whole cartridge so that it accepts a more modern needle making it easier to replace. I wondered if anyone has any suggestions? Attached above is a screenshot where I found one on Amazon, but it has zero reviews and that makes me skeptical. Is there a better supply store online? Am I thinking of doing the right thing? Question 2. As far as speakers go this turn table came with a matching receiver, but I would like to find a different solution. Only one of the speaker outputs on the receiver seems to work which I could probably fix with some compressed air. However; I would prefer to connect the turntable directly into speakers to minimize bulk. The am/fm radio on the receiver longer picks up any stations, and I don’t see the point of having the turntable plugged into the receiver for the soul purpose of transmitting the audio to the speakers. The attached picture of the wires are not removable from the turntable unit. Is there any speakers that would anyone could recommend that have the screw style ground as I’ve seen it could cause humming if not grounded? Question 3. Any recommendations for polishing up the dust cover plastic to renew it to its former glory? Please share links to your recommendations, and any advice is welcome. 🙏🏻 |
2024.05.16 17:02 Prestigious_Elk276 Questions from a newbie. 🎶
 | Please be kind. I’m very new to vinyl & turntables, and was recently gifted this vintage turntable from 1981 that my mother-in-law, and I would love to see up and running. submitted by Prestigious_Elk276 to turntables [link] [comments] Question 1. Am having the hardest time finding a needle that isn’t $70 with an attached brush. I was looking at replacing the whole cartridge so that it accepts a more modern needle making it easier to replace. I wondered if anyone has any suggestions? Attached above is a screenshot where I found one on Amazon, but it has zero reviews and that makes me skeptical. Is there a better supply store online? Am I thinking of doing the right thing? Question 2. As far as speakers go this turn table came with a matching receiver, but I would like to find a different solution. Only one of the speaker outputs on the receiver seems to work which I could probably fix with some compressed air. However; I would prefer to connect the turntable directly into speakers to minimize bulk. The am/fm radio on the receiver longer picks up any stations, and I don’t see the point of having the turntable plugged into the receiver for the soul purpose of transmitting the audio to the speakers. The attached picture of the wires are not removable from the turntable unit. Is there any speakers that would anyone could recommend that have the screw style ground as I’ve seen it could cause humming if not grounded? Question 3. Any recommendations for polishing up the dust cover plastic to renew it to its former glory? Please share links to your recommendations, and any advice is welcome. 🙏🏻 |