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2014.03.16 09:24 Planejet42 Vintage Belt Buckles: a place for you to share your wear to the world!

Share pictures of your cool belt buckles from a time in which what you wore really defined you!
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2010.02.21 01:39 deathless88 metal detecting: treasure hunting

Welcome to metaldetecting, a place to discuss all things metal detecting! Please check out the rules before posting. If you are looking for advice on a detector or gear, take a look at the stickied post. As a member of our sub you are welcome to use our sub's code "REDDITMD" at checkout on Kellycodetectors.com. Thanks for being a part of our community!
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2024.05.17 12:05 Ok_Acanthisitta3736 FEEDING TIME T Minus 2 HOURS!

Have your $4.20 (0.025 SOL) Ready!!!
Based on an earlier post we have agreed to move the feeding time earlier to coincide with the announcement. hopefully we get a little Pump!!
Have your belt buckled, table tray in its upright position. we are ready for lift-off folks!
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2024.05.17 11:55 CommanderRoku Fully Explained: Star Cards for Blaster Heroes (Part III)

Fully Explained: Star Cards for Blaster Heroes (Part III)
To celebrate the upcoming 25th anniversary of the Phantom Menace this 19th of May, I decided to go all out on discovering the hidden effects or poorly described star cards in this game based on the plentiful resources and posts of the past (References are found at the end). At the same time, I did what I could to rewrite the ability and card descriptions to be somewhat unilateral and have similar explanations. Many were a surprise to be sure but a welcome one, while others are completely out of hand. Use what’s useful to you, and feel free to share your own test results. At last we will reveal these stats to all, at last…
Star Cards for Blaster Heroes (Part III)
· Boba Fett
o Quick Refill: The 8.3% per second refill rate for jetpack fuel is faster when not being used. At EPIC rarity, it is 12.3% per second. Normal Refill Time: 12 seconds; EPIC Rarity: 10.5 seconds. (S1)
§ Refill Rate per Second: ? / ? / ? / 12.3%
o Born to Fly: Reduces the cooldown times of CONCUSSION ROCKET, FOR THE HUNT, and ROCKET BARRAGE when flying with a jetpack. Health regeneration is delayed from 5 seconds to 6.5 seconds as a result. FOR THE HUNT’s Duration: 8 seconds. “Fuel Efficiency” Jetpack Flight Time in Seconds: 5.00 / 5.25 / 5.40 / 5.55 / 5.75; Normal Cooldown Times by order of mention (And “Intense Barrage”): 15 seconds; 10 seconds; 20 seconds; 13 seconds. Hypothetical EPIC Rarity: 12 seconds; 8 seconds; 16 seconds; 10.4 seconds.
§ Reduced Cooldown Time: 5% / 10% / 15% / 20%
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o Extended Exposure: Enemies stay revealed for additional seconds after FOR THE HUNT’s 8-second duration ends. Ability Cooldown Time: 10 seconds; Total Reveal Time: 10 / 11 / 12 / 14 (S1)
§ Additional Seconds: 2 / 3 / 4 / 6
o Acute Concussion: Adds seconds to the 5-second duration of the concussive effect caused by CONCUSSION ROCKET. Extended Effects: blurring of vision; disabling of lightsaber attack target lock-on. Duration in Seconds: 5.5 / 6.0 / 6.5 / 7.0
§ Added Seconds: 0.5 / 1.0 / 1.5 / 2.0
o Augmented Gear: If CONCUSSION ROCKET hits the number of enemies stated below, flying with a jetpack can be used without fuel consumption. Normal “Fuel Efficiency” Jetpack Flight Time in Seconds: 5.00 / 5.25 / 5.40 / 5.55 / 5.75; New “Fuel Efficiency” Jetpack Flight Time in Seconds: 9.00 / 9.25 / 9.40 / 9.55 / 9.75; FOR THE HUNT Duration: 8 seconds; “Quick Refill” Refill Time: 12 seconds / 10.5 seconds.
§ Number of Enemies: 5 / 4 / 3 / 2
§ No Fuel Consumption Time in Seconds: 2 / 2 / 3 / 4
o Fuel Efficiency: Decreases the consumption rate of jetpack fuel, increasing the 5-second flight time. Jetpack Flight Time in Seconds: 5.25 / 5.40 / 5.55 / 5.75
§ Decreased Consumption Rate: 5% / 8% / 11% / 15%
o Intense Barrage: If 500 damage points are dealt to enemies within a single use of ROCKET BARRAGE, the following 20-second cooldown time is reduced. “Focalize” Rocket Damage: 75 / 79 / 81 / 83 / 85; “Focalize” on Two Enemies: 150 / 158 / 162 / 166 / 170; “Focalize” Five Rockets on One Enemy: 375 / 395 / 405 / 415 / 425; Cooldown Time: 16 / 15 / 14 / 13
§ Seconds Removed from Cooldown Time: 4 / 5 / 6 / 7
o Death From Above: Damage reduction is received when using ROCKET BARRAGE while flying with a jetpack. “Fuel Efficiency” Jetpack Flight Time in Seconds: 5.00 / 5.25 / 5.40 / 5.55 / 5.75; Health Points: 600 / 648 / 660 / 672 / 690
§ Damage Reduction: 8% / 10% / 12% / 15%
o Focalize: ROCKET BARRAGE rockets deals bonus damage within a 1-meter radius of the center of the explosion. Rocket Damage: 75 / 79 / 81 / 83 / 85; On Two Enemies: 150 / 158 / 162 / 166 / 170; Five Rockets on One Enemy: 375 / 395 / 405 / 415 / 425
§ Bonus Damage: 4 / 6 / 8 / 10
· Bossk
o Name Your Poison: Health is regained each in-game tick within DIOXIS GRENADE’s cloud of gas. Ability Duration: 6 seconds. Total Health Regained: 90 / 120 / 150 / 180
§ Health regained per Second: 15 / 20 / 25 / 30
o Trap Arming Speed: PROXIMITY MINES arm faster when deployed, reducing activation time. At EPIC rarity, it reduces by 65%. Arming Speed in Seconds: 4 / 2.8 / 2.4 / 2 / 1.6 (S1)
§ Reduced Activation Time: ? / ? / ? / 65% OR 30% / 40% / 50% / 60%
o Spreading The Disease: This card does nothing. (BF1; R1)
o Sniper Expert: A headshot defeat with the sniper scope resets removes blaster heat. Blaster Overheat: 8 shots.
§ No Blaster Heat Time in Seconds: 1.0 / 1.5 / 2.0 / 2.5
o Unrelenting Predator: For every enemy defeated while PREDATOR INSTINCTS is active, the 20-second cooldown times of DIOXIS GRENADE and PROXIMITY MINES are reduced. Ability Duration: 25 seconds; Cooldown Times in Seconds: 19.0 / 18.4 / 17.8 / 17.2
§ Reduced Cooldown Time: 5% / 8% / 11% / 14%
o Predator Resilience: Damage Reduction is received while PREDATOR INSTINCTS is active. Ability Duration: 25 seconds; Health Points: 600 / 660 / 678 / 696 / 720
§ Damage Reduction: 10% / 13% / 16% / 20%
o Multi-Traps: Adds two additional PROXIMITY MINES. All mines also have an extended detonation radius. Mine Damage: 76; All Five Mines: 380; Detonation Radius: 6 / 6.5 / 6.9 / 7.2 / 7.5; Inner Detonation Radius: 5 / 5.5 / 5.75 / 6 / 6.25
§ Extended Detonation Radius: 10% / 15% / 20% / 25%
o Ultimate Predator: For every enemy defeated with micro-grenades or proximity-mines and while active, PREDATOR INSTINCTS’s 25-second duration is extended. (S1)
§ Extended Duration: 15% / 20% / 25% / 30%
o Lingering Dioxis: Adds seconds to DIOXIS GRENADE’s 6-second duration. At EPIC rarity, it deals up to 238 damage. Duration: 8 / 9 / 10 / 12 (R4)
§ Added Seconds: 2 / 3 / 4 / 5
· Chewbacca
o Bonus Health: Increases maximum base health. Maximum Base Health: 700 / 750 / 775 / 800 / 850
§ Health Added: 50 / 75 / 100 / 150
o Echoing Roar: For every enemy defeated with FURIOUS BOWCASTER, its 25-second duration is extended. Duration: 7.5 to 25 seconds; Cooldown Time: 20 seconds. (S1)
§ Extended Duration: 15% / 20% / 30% / 40%
o Extended Shock: Extends SHOCK GRENADE’s duration of 1.1 seconds. The 15-second cooldown time is extended by 50% as a result. At EPIC rarity, the shock duration is extended 20%. EPIC Rarity: 1.3 seconds; New Cooldown Time: 22.5 seconds. (S1)
§ Extended Shock Duration: ? / ? / ? / 20%
o Charging Frenzy: Even more damage reduction is added to the 30% damage reduction received while sprinting with CHARGE SLAM. Cooldown Time: 10 seconds; Total Damage Reduction: 50% / 60% / 70% / 80%; Health Points: 910 / 1050 / 1120 / 1190 / 1260; And “Bonus Health”: 850 / 1105 / 1275 / 1360 / 1445 / 1530; And “Impervious” Only: 938 / 1219 / 1407 / 1501 / 1595 / 1688; “Bonus Health” And “Impervious”: 1139 / 1481 / 1709 / 1822 / 1936 / 2050; “Bonus Health” And “Furious Resilience”: 1020 / 1326 / 1530 / 1632 / 1734 / 1836; “Impervious” And “Furious Resilience”: 1126 / 1464 / 1689 / 1802 / 1914 / 2027 (S1)
§ Additional Damage Reduction: 20% / 30% / 40% / 50%
o Multi-Shock: SHOCK GRENADE splits into even more missiles, increasing area of affect. Missiles: 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9
§ Added Missiles: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4
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o Impervious: Every 200 damage points dealt to enemies while any ability is active permanently adds damage reduction by 2%. As a bonus, if an enemy hero is thrown off a ledge using CHARGE SLAM and they die from the void within 3 seconds, the additional damage reduction received will be set to the maximum value possible. The effect resets after being defeated. Maximum Health Points Possible: 700 / 854 / 882 / 910 / 938; And “Bonus Health”: 850 / 1037 / 1071 / 1105 / 1139 (S1)
§ Maximum Damage Reduction: 22% / 26% / 30% / 34%
o Shocked And Vulnerable: Enemies shocked by SHOCK GRENADE receive Damage Vulnerability for the shock duration of 1.1 seconds.
§ Damage Vulnerability: 3% / 5% / 7% / 9%
o Slammed: CHARGE SLAM deals bonus damage to enemies within half of its 8-meter radius. Cooldown Time: 10 seconds; Total Damage to Troopers: 200 / 220 / 230 / 240 / 250; Heroes: 150 / 170 / 180 / 190 / 200 (BF1)
§ Bonus Damage: 20 / 30 / 40 / 50
o Furious Resilience: Blaster damage reduction is received while FURIOUS BOWCASTER is active. Ability Duration: 25 seconds. Health Points: 700 / 735 / 770 / 805 / 840; And “Bonus Health”: 850 / 893 / 935 / 978 / 1020; And “Impervious Only: 938 / 985 / 1032 / 1079 / 1126;“Bonus Health” And “Impervious”: 1139 / 1196 / 1253 / 1310 / 1367
§ Blaster Damage Reduction: 5% / 10% / 15% / 20%
· Han Solo
o Broad Shoulders: Damage reduction is received while sprinting with SHOULDER CHARGE. Cooldown Time: 10 seconds; Health Points: 650 / 813 / 845 / 878 / 910
§ Damage Reduction: 25% / 30% / 35% / 40%
o Sharpshooter's Calm: Decreases SHARPSHOOTER’s time reduction per blaster shot. Cooldown Time: 15 seconds; Duration in Seconds: 3 / 3.3 / 3.45 / 3.6 / 3.75
§ Decreased Time Reduction: 10% / 15% / 20% / 25%
o Keep Your Head Cool: Every headshot defeat removes all blaster heat. Blaster Overheat: 8 shots.
§ No Blaster Heat Time in Seconds: 1.0 / 1.5 / 2.0 / 2.5
o Big Bang: After 5 seconds of being attached, DETONITE CHARGE’s 10-meter outer blast radius is extended. Unknown if the 5-meter inner blast radius remains the same or extends as well. Inner Blast radius Damage: 200; Outer Blast Radius Damage: 60; Inner Blast Radius in Meters: 5.5 / 5.75 / 6 / 6.25; Total Blast Radius in Meters: 11 / 11.5 / 12 / 12.5 (BF1; S1)
§ Extended Blast Radius: 10% / 15% / 20% / 25%
o All In: A defeat with SHOULDER CHARGE reduces the cooldown times of all abilities. The effect is permanent until the ability is used again or when defeated. At EPIC rarity, SHOULDER CHARGE’s cooldown time reduces by 75%, while DETONITE CHARGE and SHARPSHOOTER reduces by the values stated below. Without Card by order of mention: 10 seconds; 18 seconds; 15 seconds. EPIC Rarity: 5 seconds; 9 seconds; 7.5 seconds; And “Smuggler’s Wits”: 6 seconds; 10 seconds; 8.5 seconds. (BF1; R1)
§ Reduced Cooldown Time: 20% / 30% / 40% / 50%
o Air Burst: DETONITE CHARGE’s damage increases if it is detonated in the air before attaching itself to a surface. Damage: 200 / 220 / 226 / 232 / 240
§ Increased Damage: 10% / 13% / 16% / 20%
o Smuggler's Wits: An extra dodge is ready for use. Seconds are added to the cooldown times to DETONITE CHARGE, SHARPSHOOTER, and SHOULDER CHARGE as a result. Without Card by order of mention: 10 seconds; 18 seconds; 15 seconds. EPIC Rarity: 12 seconds; 20 seconds; 17 seconds.
§ Added Seconds: 3.5 / 3.0 / 2.5 / 2.0
o Heavily Modified Blaster: Reduces the main weapon’s blaster heat. Blaster Shots Before Overheat: 8 / 9 / 9 / 10 / 11
§ Blaster Heat Reduction: 10% / 14% / 18% / 25%
· Iden Versio
o Pulse Cannon Mastery: PULSE CANNON reveals enemies that are hit by it.
§ Reveal Time in Seconds: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4
o Sturdy Shield: Increases DROID SHIELD’s health. Health: 750 / 825 / 848 / 870 / 900
§ Increased Health: 10% / 13% / 16% / 20%
o Alternative Methods: Decreases the cooldown time of the main weapon’s alternative fire. Cooldown Time: 2.3 / 1.8 / 1.7 / 1.6 / 1.5
§ Reduced Cooldown Time: 10% / 15% / 20% / 25%
o Shock Reach: Extends STUN DROID’s 25-meter area of effect for searching for viable targets. (BF1; R1)
§ Extended Area of Effect: 15% / 20% / 25% / 30%
o Shield Sustain: Adds seconds to DROID SHIELD’S duration. Duration: 12 / 16 / 17 / 18 / 22
§ Added Seconds: 4 / 5 / 6 / 10
o Acquiring Targets: Extends STUN DROID’s area of effect that shocks enemies. (BF1; R1)
§ Extended Area of Effect: 25% / 30% / 35% / 40%
o Shocking Weakness: STUN DROID reveals enemies within 25 meters.
§ Reveal Time in Seconds: 4 / 6 / 8 / 10
o Droid Batteries: Reduces the cooldown times of STUN DROID and DROID SHIELD. STUN DROID Cooldown Time in Seconds: 20 / 18 / 17 / 16 / 15; DROID SHIELD Cooldown Time in Seconds: 12.0 / 9.0 / 8.5 / 8.0 / 7.5
§ Reduced Cooldown Time: 10% / 15% / 20% / 25%
o Cooled Blaster: Reduces the main weapon’s blaster heat. Blaster Shots Before Overheat: 48 / 52 / 53 / 55 / 57
§ Blaster Heat Reduction: 8% / 10% / 12% / 15%
· Lando Calrissian
o Disabler Lifetime: Adds seconds to the 25-second duration of DISABLER. Area of Effect: 20 meters; Duration in Seconds: 33 / 35 / 37 / 40
§ Added Seconds: 8 / 10 / 12 / 15
o Hot and Cold: Increases maximum base health. Maximum Base Health: 700 / 725 / 750 / 800
§ Health Added: 50 / 75 / 100 / 150
o Welcome To Cloud City: This card does nothing. (BF1; R1)
o Maximized Efficiency: If three enemies or more are targeted, SHARP SHOT’s cooldown time is reduced. Cooldown Time in Seconds: 12 / 9 / 8.4 / 7.8 / 7.2
§ Reduced Cooldown Time: 25% / 30% / 35% / 40%
o Buckle Up, Baby: Every enemy trooper defeated or 100 damage points dealt to enemy heroes permanently reduces the main weapon’s blaster heat by 2%. The effect resets after being defeated. Maximum Blaster Shots Possible: 15 / 17 / 18 / 19 / 20
§ Maximum Blaster Heat Reduction: 10% / 18% / 26% / 34%
o Lingering Smoke: Adds seconds to the 10-second duration of SMOKE GRENADE. Duration in Seconds: 12 / 13 / 14 / 16
§ Added Seconds: 2 / 3 / 4 / 6
o Disabler Growth: After 5 seconds of being attached, DISABLER’s 20-meter area of effect is extended. At EPIC rarity, it extends by 25%. Area of Effect in Meters: 23 / 24 / 25 / 26 (S1; YB1)
§ Extended Area of Effect: ? / ? / ? / 25% OR 15% / 20% / 25% / 30%
o Quick Shock: After 5 seconds of being attached, DISABLER’s shock duration of 1.1 seconds is extended. At EPIC rarity, it extends by 20%. Shock Duration in Seconds: 1.265 / 1.32 / 1.375 / 1.43 (S1; YB1)
§ Extended Shock Duration: ? / ? / ? / 20% OR 15% / 20% / 25% / 30%
o Wide Eyed: Extends SHARP SHOT’s 40-meter targeting reach distance. At EPIC rarity, it extends by 40%. Reach Distance in Meters: 50 / 52 / 54 / 56 (S1)
§ Extended Reach Distance: 25% / 30% / 35% / 40%
· Leia Organa
o Optimized Shield Deployment: Decreases SQUAD SHIELD’s 20-second cooldown time. At EPIC rarity, it reduces 25%. Ability Duration: 30 seconds. EPIC Rarity: 15 seconds. (S1)
§ Reduced Cooldown Time: ? / ? / ? / 25%
o High Spirit: More health can be regenerated. Health Regeneration: 200 / 225 / 250 / 275 / 300
§ Added Health to Regeneration: 25 / 50 / 75 / 100
o Fearless: This card does nothing. (BF1; R1)
o Rebel Heart: Damage reduction is received when RAPID FIRE is active. Duration: 8 to 25 seconds; Health Points: 650 / 715 / 748 / 780 / 812.5; And “Stay Together”: 660 / 726 / 759 / 792 / 825
§ Damage Reduction: 10% / 15% / 20% / 25%
o Stay Together: If two allies or more are within 15 meters, damage reduction is received. Allies also receive this damage reduction. Health Points: 600 / 625 / 636 / 648 / 660
§ Damage Reduction: 4% / 6% / 8% / 10%
o Handy Device: Removes seconds from THERMAL DETONATORS’ cooldown time. Cooldown Time in Seconds: 13.00 / 12.50 / 12.00 / 11.75 / 11.50
§ Removed Seconds: 0.50 / 1.00 / 1.25 / 1.50
o Laser Brain: The main weapon’s alternate fire deals extra damage. Alternate Fire Charge-Up Time: 1.5 seconds; Total Damage: 145 / 165 / 170 / 175 / 180
§ Extra Damage: 20 / 25 / 30 / 35
o Relentless Firing: Decreases RAPID FIRE’s time reduction per blaster shot. Cooldown Time: 15 seconds; Duration in Seconds: 8.0 / 10.0 / 10.8 / 11.6 / 12.4
§ Decreased Time Reduction: 25% / 35% / 45% / 55%
o Shield Durability: Increases SQUAD SHIELD’s health. Health: 3000 / 3300 / 3450 / 3600 / 3750
§ Increased Health: 10% / 15% / 20% / 25%
· Finn
o In Charge: For every enemy trooper defeated or 100 damage points dealt to enemy heroes while UNDERCOVER TEAM is active, 2% damage reduction is permanently received whether UNDERCOVER TEAM is active or not. Any ally within 15 meters also receives this damage reduction. The effect resets after being defeated. Health Points: 600 / 696 / 744 / 780 / 816; With BIG DEAL: 930 / 1079 / 1153 / 1209 / 1265
§ Damage Reduction: 16% / 24% / 30% / 36%
o Beacon Of Hope: Extends BIG DEAL’s 15-meter radius if two allies are affected. Radius in Meters: 17.25 / 18 / 19.5 / 21 (S1)
§ Extended Radius: 15% / 20% / 30% / 40%
o No More Running: DEADEYE deals extra damage. Minimum Damage: 20 / 25 / 28 / 30 / 22; Maximum Damage: 30 / 35 / 38 / 40 / 42 (R1)
§ Extra Damage: 5 / 8 / 10 / 12
o Come Get It: Headshots extend BIG DEAL’s duration. Normal Duration: 10 seconds.
§ Extended Duration: 5% / 9% / 12% / 15%
o I Can Do This: Enemies stay revealed for additional seconds after UNDERCOVER TEAM’s duration ends. Area of Effect: 15 meters; Ability Duration: 5 to 25 seconds; Ability Cooldown Time: 15 seconds; Minimum Reveal Time Possible: 8.0 / 9.0 / 9.5 / 10.0; Maximum Reveal Time Possible: 28.0 / 29.0 / 29.5 / 30.0 (S1)
§ Additional Seconds: 3.0 / 4.0 / 4.5 / 5.0
o Stay Calm: For every enemy defeated and while active, DEADEYE’s duration is extended. Cooldown Time: 15 seconds; Normal Duration: 5 to 25 seconds (S1)
§ Extended Duration: 15% / 20% / 30% / 40%
o One Resistance: If used on three or more allies, BIG DEAL’s cooldown time is reduced.
§ Reduced Cooldown Time: 15% / 20% / 30% / 40%
o Never Going Back: For every enemy defeated and while active, UNDERCOVER TEAM’s duration is extended. Normal Duration: 5 to 25 seconds (R1)
§ Extended Duration: 15% / 20% / 30% / 40%
o Raised To Do One Thing: This card does nothing. (YT6, Timestamp: 6:37-8:48)
· Captain Phasma
o The More the Better: FIRST ORDER SENTRY DROID’s motor capacity is improved, decreasing the time it takes to make a 6-second full rotation. At EPIC rarity, motors are used at 150% capacity, making the full rotation now 4.5 seconds, a 25% decrease in time. Full Rotation in Seconds: 5.4 / 5.1 / 4.8 / 4.5 (S1, Comment: ajschefflerbackup)
§ Increased Motor Capacity: 20% / 30% / 40% / 50%
o Blaster Inspection: Every enemy defeated permanently reduces the main weapon’s blaster heat by 3%. Any ally within 15 meters also receives this blaster heat reduction. The effect resets after being defeated. Maximum Blaster Shots Possible: 58 / 68 / 72 / 75 / 79; And “Easy Shots”: 77 / 91 / 95 / 100 / 105
§ Maximum Blaster Heat Reduction: 18% / 24% / 30% / 36%
o Easy Shots: Reduces the main weapon’s blaster heat. Blaster Shots Before Overheat: 48 / 62 / 67 / 72 / 77 (S1)
§ Blaster Heat Reduction: 30% / 40% / 50% / 60%
o Finish Them Off: This card does nothing. (S1; YB1)
o Safety First: SURVIVOR gives even more bonus health. Total Bonus Health: 200 / 220 / 240 / 250 / 260; Total Health: 700 / 900 / 920 / 940 / 950 / 960
§ Extra Bonus Health: 20 / 40 / 50 / 60
o Laser Wall Durability: Card’s Actual Name: “All for Myself”. After defeating four enemies with STAFF STRIKES, the 20-second cooldown times of SURVIVOR and FIRST ORDER SENTRY DROID are permanently reduced. At EPIC rarity, they reduce by 30%. The effect resets after being defeated. New Cooldown Time: 14 seconds. (S1)
§ Reduced Cooldown Time: ? / ? / ? / 30%
o Come Closer: After defeating three enemies or more while FIRST ORDER SENTRY DROID is active, the shock area of effect is extended. The effect is permanent until the sentry droid is disassembled or destroyed. Total Shock Duration: 0.8 seconds; Shock Area of Effect in Meters: 15.0 / 18.0 / 19.5 / 21.0 / 22.5 (S1)
§ Extended Shock Area of Effect: 20% / 30% / 40% / 50%
o There's No Escape: After shocking an enemy, the next unique individual to get shocked by the FIRST ORDER SENTRY DROID will suffer an extended shock duration. The seconds added are permanent until the sentry droid is disassembled or destroyed. Total Shock Duration in Seconds: 0.8 / 1 / 1.05 / 1.1 / 1.15 (S1)
§ Seconds Added to Shock Duration: 0.20 / 0.25 / 0.30 / 0.35
o Not Hard Enough: Damage Reduction is received while SURVIVOR is active. Health Points: 900 / 1080 / 1170 / 1260 / 1350; And “Safety First”: 960 / 1152 / 1248 / 1344 / 1440
§ Damage Reduction: 20% / 30% / 40% / 50%
· BB-8
o Self Repairs: More health can be regenerated. Health Regeneration: 300 / 325 / 350 / 375 / 400
§ Added Health to Regeneration: 25 / 50 / 75 / 100
o Shielded Roll: Damage reduction is received while ROLLING CHARGE is active. Cooldown Time: 10 seconds; Health Points: 650 / 845 / 910 / 975 / 1040
§ Damage Reduction: 30% / 40% / 50% / 60%
o Headfirst: ROLLING CHARGE deals extra damage. Cooldown Time: 10 seconds; Damage to Troopers: 200 / 220 / 225 / 235 / 240; Damage to Heroes: 150 / 170 / 175 / 180 / 190; With RESISTANCE BACKING to Troopers: 210 / 231 / 236 / 247 / 252; With RESISTANCE BACKING to Heroes: 158 / 179 / 184 / 189 / 200; And “Uncover” to Troopers: 235 / 259 / 264 / 276 / 282; And “Uncover” to Heroes: 176 / 200 / 206 / 212 / 223
§ Extra Damage: 20 / 25 / 35 / 40
o Whirlwind: CABLE SPIN deals extra damage. Area of Effect is also extended. Ability Duration: 8 seconds; Damage per 0.3 Seconds: 45 / 47 / 49 / 51 / 53; Total Damage: 1170 / 1222 / 1274 / 1326 / 1378; With RESISTANCE BACKING per 0.3 Seconds: 47 / 49 / 51 / 54 / 56; With RESISTANCE BACKING Total: 1229 / 1283 / 1338 / 1392 / 1447; And “Uncover” per 0.3 Seconds: 53 / 55 / 58 / 60 / 62; And “Uncover” Total: 1375 / 1436 / 1497 / 1558 / 1619; Area of Effect in Meters: 5 / 5.5 / 6.0 / 6.5 / 7.0
§ Extra Damage per 0.3 Seconds: 2 / 4 / 6 / 8
§ Extended Area of Effect in Meters: 0.5 / 1.0 / 1.5 / 2.0
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o Spared Batteries: For every three enemy troopers defeated or 300 damage points dealt to enemy heroes, 1 damage point is permanently added to basic attack damage. As a bonus, if an enemy hero is thrown off a ledge using ROLLING CHARGE and they die from the void within 3 seconds, the extra attack damage will be increased to the maximum value possible. The effect resets after being defeated. Basic Attack Damage: 29 / 31 / 33 / 35 / 36; With RESISTANCE BACKING: 30 / 33 / 35 / 37 / 38; And “Uncover”: 34 / 36 / 39 / 41 / 42 (S1)
§ Maximum Extra Damage: 2 / 4 / 6 / 7
o Spinner: Hitting the number of enemies stated below with CABLE SPIN removes seconds from the following cooldown time. Cooldown Time in Seconds: 25 / 21 / 19 / 17 / 15
§ Number of Enemies: 4 / 3 / 2 / 2
§ Removed Seconds: 4 / 6 / 8 / 10
o Trusty Droid: If an enemy revealed by RESISTANCE BACKING is defeated, allies nearby will regenerate health. [Unknown if it is health regeneration per second or health gained as bonus health]
§ Area of Effect in Meters: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4
§ Extra Health: 5 / 7 / 10 / 12
o Uncover: Even more damage weakness is received to enemies revealed by RESISTANCE BACKING. Area of Effect: 20 meters; Duration: 12 seconds; Cooldown Time: 18 seconds; Damage Weakness: 5% / 10% / 12.5% / 15% / 17.5%; Basic Attack Damage per 0.3 Seconds: 29 /
§ Additional Damage Weakness: 5% / 7.5% / 10% / 12.5%
o Roll Together: Adds additional percentage reduction to the already 6% reduced cooldown time of allies' abilities through SWIFT REACTION. Total Reduced Cooldown Time: 11% / 15% / 18% / 21% (R1; S1)
§ Additional Reduced Cooldown Time: 5% / 9% / 12% / 15%
· BB-9E
o Full Reconstruction: More health can be regenerated. Health Regeneration: 250 / 275 / 300 / 325 / 350
§ Added Health to Regeneration: 25 / 50 / 75 / 100
o Hearty Exhaust: SMOKE SCREEN’s area of effect is extended. Duration: 12 seconds; Cooldown Time: 18 seconds; Area of Effect: 30 / 31 / 31.3 / 31.6 / 32
§ Extended Area of Effect in Meters: 1.0 / 1.3 / 1.6 / 2.0
o I See You: Enemies stay revealed for additional seconds after SMOKE SCREEN’s 12-second duration ends. Area of Effect: 30 meters; Cooldown Time: 18 seconds; Reveal Time: 14.5 / 15.0 / 15.5 / 16.0 (S1)
§ Additional Seconds: 2.5 / 3.0 / 3.5 / 4.0
o Spin Me Round: SHOCK SPIN pushes enemies 4 meters away. Seconds are added to its cooldown time as a result. Initial Damage: 90 damage; Normal Cooldown Time: 25 seconds; New Cooldown Time in Seconds: 25 / 31 / 30 / 29 / 28
§ Added Seconds: 6 / 5 / 4 / 3
o Linked Systems: For every four shocks with shock prod, 1 damage point is permanently added to basic attack damage. The effect resets after being defeated. Basic Attack Damage per 0.3 Seconds: 24 / 26 / 28 / 30 / 32 (S1)
§ Maximum Extra Damage: 2 / 4 / 6 / 8
o Faster, Faster!: If SHOCK SPIN hits the number of enemies stated below, its damage will be doubled. Duration: 8 seconds; Cooldown Time: 25 seconds; Normal Damage per 0.8 Seconds: 30; Total Damage: 270; Double: 540.
§ Number of Enemies: 5 / 4 / 3 / 2
o Supercharged: CHARGE UP’s Area of Effect is extended. Duration: 5 Seconds; Cooldown Time: 15 seconds; Area of Effect in Meters: 20 / 24 / 25 / 26 / 27
§ Extended Area of Effect in Meters: 4 / 5 / 6 / 7
o Swift Power: Removes seconds from CHARGE UP’s cooldown time. Duration: 5 Seconds; Cooldown Time in Seconds: 15 / 13 / 12 / 11 / 10
§ Removed Seconds: 2 / 3 / 4 / 5
o Potent Bacta: BACTA SUPPORT’s Area of Effect is extended. Seconds are added to its cooldown time as a result. Area of Effect in Meters: 7 / 8 / 8.5 / 9 / 9.5; Seconds Health Is Gained: 0.8 / 3.8 / 3.8 / 2.8 / 2.8
§ Extended Area of Effect in Meters: 1.0 / 1.5 / 2.0 / 2.5
§ Added Seconds: 3 / 3 / 2 / 2
CATEGORIZED BY COLOR
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NOTES
· The EPIC rarity is only stated in the card description if it is a different value than shown in-game.
· All Star Card descriptions were rewritten to be unilateral and have similar explanations. The names of heroes and second-person pronouns were avoided.
· Clearer antonyms are used: increased/decreased; extended/reduced.
o Increase/decrease suggests a progression in size, amount, or numbers (like adding/subtracting health, damage, stamina drain, and sprint speed).
o Extend/reduce suggests a change made to a value or number (like percentages for time, distance, and blaster heat).
· Damage Reduction is received; health points are regained.
· To avoid confusion, the term increased cooldown speed and increased recharge time (which uses percentage increased) is avoided. To keep all related effects as close in description as possible: extended/reduced cooldown time (still percentage) is the simplest way to describe the effect without changing the in-game number values.
· Extra damage is damage added to ability; bonus damage is situational.
· Some values were rounded to whole numbers to reflect in-game values. Such are health points, damage points, and blaster overheat. As a result, though noticeably small, the actual values in-game may be a little off when it comes to stacked values (like stacking damage reduction) and are yet to be tested.
· Some stats between the BF2 wiki and SammyBoiii’s Hero Guides differ in stats; however, they agree for the most part and usually differ by units less than a second.
· Feel free to pick any hero and test out the stats yourself. The more accurate stats we have, the better we can use them.
· Question Marks are unknown values. If you happen to know them or calculate the value, feel free to share them. Video proof seems to always work best.
· I personally feel that being open to the intricacies of every star card and ability is the best way to go and should not be considered an exploit. Everyone should know what’s happening when the enemy team starts using these game-changers (and there are many people who do), and best enabling them to learn how to counter it. In the end, understanding these little details leads to a more competitive and playable battlefront.
· Although not too often, some of the supposed up-to-date references below contradict each other; I had to make a final choice without having the time to test them.
· Getting all these stats was a hard-earned headache in the end. Feel free to correct any discrepancies you may find!
REFERENCES

BF1
BF2 Community on Fandom [Most stats taken from here]
https://battlefront.fandom.com/wiki/Heroes_and_Villains

R1
These are ALL the Broken Hero Star Cards (u/RogueZeroRendar on Reddit)
https://www.reddit.com/StarWarsBattlefront/comments/gcyh0these_are_all_the_broken_hero_star_cards/

R2
Hero Star Cards that are broken in a “beneficial way”? (u/T-RevLynn on Reddit)
https://www.reddit.com/StarWarsBattlefront/comments/ub797m/hero_star_cards_that_are_broken_in_a_beneficial/

R3
Hero Star Card Guide (u/ MAshby1001 on Reddit)
https://www.reddit.com/StarWarsBattlefront/comments/pmf1b5/hero_star_card_guide/

R4
Damage stats for every trooper, hero and reinforcement in BF2 (u/ImpecableBunny on Reddit) [To Confirm Stats]
https://www.reddit.com/StarWarsBattlefront/comments/15bvq7z/damage_stats_for_every_trooper_hero_and/#lightbox

R5
Grievous strikes again (u/Accomplished_Ebb1545 on Reddit) [“Jedi Killer” Secondary Effect]
https://www.reddit.com/StarWarsBattlefront/comments/1610bg5/grievous_strikes_again/

S1
All Broken Hero Starcards in BF2 (By shuds and Shineberg on Steam)
https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=3024044483

YB1
SWBF2 Guide to Hero/Villain Stats (By jmorga3) [To Confirm Stats; Found this list after finishing my list, consider it a simplified version]
https://www.yekbot.com/swbf2-guide-to-hero-villain-stats/

YT1
Star Cards Breakdown (@KillerDebit on YouTube)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KtoW9-Eb-QU&list=PLwVdQ5vamLGbW4srkAHahjSYp7qayFb88

YT2
Every hidden/actual star card effect on battlefront 2 (@Picos on YouTube)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EZb-iNSpFrM

YT3
Battlefront 2 has 17 Star Cards that DON’T WORK (or are useless)… DO NOT USE THESE! (@Battlefront Knight on YouTube) [OUTDATED, BUT USEFUL COMMENT SECTION]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CQNIOHv-yxA

YT4
SammyBoiii: Star Wars Hero Guides [Stats also taken from here]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q9yGv_5YaeI&list=PLMe4n3PD17TRrp_7adLtTblLCDmZeygZm

YT5
Every Broken Hero Card In Battlefront 2
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V0H70XpXI24

YT6
Star Wars Battlefront 2 Testing 5 USELESS Star Cards And Proving That They Don't Work!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kBF4kRo6Y88
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2024.05.17 11:39 Lord_McBeth What do you call the catch clip that holds a buckle to the belt?

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2024.05.17 11:22 Bane_LoToR Star Wars: Legacy of the Old Republic Dev Diary 16 - 2nd Anniversary

Star Wars: Legacy of the Old Republic Dev Diary 16 - 2nd Anniversary
NOTE: All images are from a test build of the mod and do not represent the final product. Text and other visual aspects are subject to change. Most of the images including event text are deliberately cut off to avoid full spoilers.
Star Wars Legacy of the Old Republic, a total conversion set in the Old Republic Era.

Introduction:

Greetings fellow Old Republic enthusiasts, it's been more or less a year since our last dev diary. In general, this year has been full of surprises, reworks and fun little modding shenanigans. First the 1.3.5 Update will drop in a couple of hours, we originally wanted to drop this update on the actual anniversary of lotor but the Stellaris Update and the Machine Age DLC threw us back a bit.
Nevertheless, we have many things planned for the future which benefit a lot from Machine Age changes, like potential Kilostructures (which fit Star Wars way better than Megastructures) or Crisis Paths for the Sith and Mandalorian Crusades. But before we lose ourselves in future content, what can you expect later today? For this, we split this Dev Diary into two sections, the initial one will focus on Technologies and Tech Tree alignment.

Technologies and the Tech Tree:

Hello everyone, allow me to introduce myself: I'm Sola. I've been working behind the scenes, handling internal testing, balancing tasks, and whatever else Bane decides to throw my way. For this LotOR update, I wanted to comb through the technology tree and revamp it. The aim? To ensure that, with the plethora of techs we've added, everything felt cohesive and choices felt meaningful.
Changing Progression Paths: One of the biggest changes we've made was to incorporate the bonus modifier technologies into the progression paths, instead of being an optional side-choice. This change helps with similar technology effects not clogging the limited technology choices, but also doesn't remove anything that would speed up tech progression. We've expanded upon the built-in 'gateway' system (the lock icon located at the bottom right of a tech choice). It should help indicate if a technology is a prerequisite for more than just the immediate following tech in the tree.
One example of the expanded gateway system, various technologies now show what kind of fields they advance, like the new Droids field which also has a unique research category on later technologies
A simple example of this new progression is: Thrusters 1 -> Thruster Improvement 1 -> Thrusters 2 -> Thruster Improvement 2, etc A more complex example is how laser weapons progress (image below): One of either Turbolasers 1 or Laser Cannons 1 needs to be researched to access the Laser Weapon Improvement 1 technology, and then for Turbolaser 2 or Laser Cannons 2 you need both the previous weapon level researched and the previous improvement technology researched. (You can completely skip researching either Laser Cannons or Turbolasers and still progress the other one to max tier.)
Technological Progress Example
Additional Starting Components: One significant change involved introducing a "level zero" version for components with multiple research direction choices. Currently, these include Missiles, Torpedoes, and Shield Types. This adjustment ensures that concussion missiles, proton torpedoes, and deflector shields are not a level ahead of other choices within the same tech tier.
Aligning Tech Tiers: We also addressed inconsistencies in the placement of technologies on the tree. The tier spacing between direct improvements along any given 'tech-progression-line' is now much more consistent. For instance, fuel extraction bonuses were all in the first few tiers, they are now spread out and you should no longer see a million of them early-game. Also, components like armor or weapons now feature all their normal (non-rare) upgrades on the same tier. This also included filling in missing technology or adding more component levels to ensure a smoother progression.
I don't want to talk about the Droids, but I have to talk about the Droids: They follow canon classes now. Changing them all around gave me a headache. Lore-heads, you're welcome Super-secret message just for those that read these: Tech tree coming soonTM
Some of the Droid Technologies, essentially they follow a formula of advancements in Droid Brains unlocking various subtypes which give minor bonuses
Beyond those methodical changes various technologies got new Icons, names and descriptions in our ongoing effort to adapt them closer to the Star Wars Universe.

Map Changes and Replayability:

Back to me, my major focus for this update was replayability and the sense of actually finding something out there. Lotor (which as you can see everyone spells differently) has a inherent problem, it's a mix between the full randomness of vanilla and the entirely static galaxy of total conversions like SW: New Dawn or the late Fallen Republic. While this is a change made by design after years of working on the previously mentioned mods, we were still somewhat limited by the clusterfuck which is the Star Wars Galaxy (various authors just adding things they find cool without thinking about what actually makes sense).
To this end, we essentially changed a bunch of minor things which might make Lotor closer to lore-inspired than fully lore accurate, which at least from our perspective makes more sense for a game like Stellaris. In general systems are still where they are supposed to be but might be a bit of miss aligned compared to the Star Wars map to allow for more natural choke points, exploration and better visual consistency. Beyond that we also placed some systems strategically over the galaxy which are never mentioned but are there, like pulsars and black holes which rarely if at all get mentioned in Star Wars media.
But what does that have to do with replayability? We essentially want you to have a playthrough where the most important systems are where you expect them think Coruscant, Kuat, Mandalore, but systems between them are somewhat randomized with a set cannon name. This means minor systems can be different sometimes it's a pirate base, sometimes it's an asteroid belt etc., yet it still uses the canonical position and name it's supposed to have. To this extent, we also created a dynamic spawning system for pirates (which now use Star Wars ships & components) as well as the space critters (which are usually renamed to more lore accurate versions).
Mandalorian Raiders hiding in a nebula in your neighborhood
With this we essentially checked all the boxes we set ourselves for replayability, expect one. What can we actually discover out there? For this, one of the major features included in this version is a new rare resource system. Essentially it's 40ish deposits of rare Star Wars substances which can be found on planets through the galaxy. This initial version mostly focuses on rare metals, gemstones, medical supplies, but the system can be expanded in the future.
All rare substances have unique deposits with special icons and effects, which vary depending on the category. Some of them even have further uses
One further use is for example the reworked Isotope-5 which can be applied to various ship systems or the rare Oridium which has beneficial effects on ship armor
While no where being close to the full update, those previews show some of the new and reworked features in Lotor, we hope you will enjoy them and want to thank you folks for sticking around for two years!
If you’d like to know more, feel free to head over to our discord or check out the mod page on the Steam workshop! And as usual a small shoutout to the two other RMG Total Conversions: - SW: New Dawn: Which should be updated soon - Star Trek: New Civilisations: Which recently added a Borg Crisis Path, resistance may indeed be futile!
As usual, you can join our Discord here to see some last-minute teasers and further announcements: RMG Community Discord Server
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2024.05.17 11:14 dogglesnake ChocoPro 374 Guide 🍫 Popcorn Carnival (Chie Koishikawa & Sayaka Obihiro) VS Setouchi Sisters (Miya Yotsuba & Nonoka Seto)

ChocoPro 374: Pure Energy On the next ChocoPro: The BestBros face off against the next strange assassin chosen by Masa on their road to their next title defense, Erii’s trials continue as she challenges 20 year veteran Bambi, and finally the Setouchi Sisters attempt to bring an end to Popcorn Carnivals momentum! This one should be extra wild and spicy! Let’s Go, ChocoPro!
🍫 When it airs, it will be available HERE! (Usually at night around 9 pm EDT / 6 pm PDT / the next day at 2 am BST, 10 am JST) on YouTube!
Don't forget to Adjust Your Volume, Wrestling is Loud!
Need a change of pace? ChocoPro is built different. Join us for this episode or check out the back catalog of hundreds of episodes on the Gatoh Move ChocoPro YouTube channel...360+ ChocoPro’s with stories and pro-wrestling like you've never seen. New to the promotion? It features a roster of skilled veterans, rising stars, and wonderful guests fighting in the strange and wonderful ChocoPro Arena: Ichigaya Chocolate Square. This is not your regular wrestling show!

BestBros (Mei Suruga 🍎 & Baliyan Akki ♠️)

VS

Masa Takanashi 🍶 & 2daime Tappuri Tarako Man 🆕

2daime Tappuri Tarako Man

Right there! The Best Bros (Mei Suruga & Baliyan Akki) are the Asia Dream Tag Champions. While the Belt Days might not be numbered anymore, the champs still protect their gold against all foes with equal passion. “Apple Goblin” Mei Suruga tends to be the one who seals the deal, one way or another. This Pin Specialist and Submission Innovator will find a way to put their foes down, every single time. Someday the world will acknowledge her genius! The Ace of ChocoPro, Akki, manages to keep a cool head unlike his short tempered partner. His breezy strike combos and all around skills are unrivaled in the Square. Will the Zephyr of Ichigaya perform an aerial feat? Will he wrap his opponents in that brutal Kimagure Lock? Together, these two are a universal threat. The BestBros are not only the champs, but also the pinnacle of ChocoPro's tag division. The Genius & the Ace will be looking to send another message to Masa ahead of the Apple Ambitious show at the end of the month. Can they defeat the next strange appearance?
Speaking of which, the person bringing this series of foes in is the Drunken Monkey, Masa Takanashi! He is smooth as butter in both the ring and square. Being a defensive tactician and tag specialist comes in handy! His flashy counter-fighter style is a great support role, and incredibly effective against multiple opponents. Since this will be on the road to the Thunders title shot against the Bros, expect the Drunken Monkey to continue to grind them down! He’ll be joined by another hired gun to bring down the BestBros before their title defense, this time in the form of...a food man? Who or what is 2daime Tappuri Tarako Man!? Tarako consists of plain, salted sacks of pollock or cod roe. It’s a delicious part of Japanese cuisine! But this one wrestles. There was once another version of this food to appear in the GTMV universe, but this mystrious wrestler is the second generation (not at all because Masa is the tag partner, of course). They’ll be plenty of cod roe related humor in this one...and potentially Mei trying to eat a sentient creature (again). Did you know Tarako is the roe of the Alaskan Pollock, which is actually a cod, despite its name?

Erii Kanae 🎼

VS

Bambi 🆕

Erii’s Trials: 2 Months, 20 Years

Take-down specialist Erii Kanae is always fired up! With Lime Green gear, fierce determination, and an air of mysterious potential, the latest member of GTMV will be looking to prove herself! This tackle-focused rookie is all about going on the attack, when she isn’t nimbly dodging her seniors. Watch for that shot-put style strike! Her relentless offense and overwhelming fury could be the key to taking down her veteran opponent. Can she overcome another difference in power to bring down Bambi? Show your endless passion, Erii!
Bambi finally appears in the numbered ChocoPro episodes! This whip brandishing freelancer is a product of the Kaientai Dojo (much like Hagane Shinno!) and is celebrating her 20th Anniversary in Pro-Wrestling (compared to Erii’s two months!). She has appeared in plenty of promotions across her long career...and also is a comic illustrator! Ichigaya has been attracting artists these days. Bambi’s size, power, and experience will probably give her an edge over the plucky rookie, but this will be an excellent lesson for Erii. Remember, Bambi overpowered both Obi & Mei in her last appearance!

Popcorn Carnival (Chie Koishikawa 🏵️ & Sayaka Obihiro 💙)

VS

Setouchi Sisters (Miya Yotsuba 🍀 & Nonoka Seto 🍋)

Pure Energy

The Popcorn Carnival continues! The always spicy Sayaka Obihiro, when paired with “Too Much Energy” Chie Koishikawa, are a high impact striking duo that will always bring it in the Square. The recently recovered Chie is a very warm presence, but even more so with her Hero, Mentor, and the chaotic Soul of Gatoh Move itself: Obi! The Blue Heart & Guard Dog of Ichigaya always leave a mark on their foes, and this time they will be further motivated to punish their juniors. It should be a fun mix of the unique fencing chops of the shark loving girl that loves to say “Hello!”, and the almost magic movement and pinning style of “Sprint” Obi. Chie's journey into counters and advanced tactics has made her a real threat! Are we gonna see some of Obi's devastating heavy chops, second only to the Oni herself? On top of all that, this is one of the most charismatic combo's that ChocoPro can field. These two together are loud, energetic, out of control, and on a roll! Can the Sisters bring an end to the Popcorn Carnival?
Did you know that Miya Yotsuba & Nonoka Seto are actually sisters? With each match, the Setouchi Sisters continue improving their natural synergy. Miya provides an intense power and presence unheard of in someone so new to the sport, while Nonoka is an inferno of passion and speed. Miya’s hammer blows and backbreakers can help even the odds, while Nonoka’s adaptability combined with her agility can be a game changer. She’s making great use of her Cravat technique! Together they’re improving at an alarming rate. The students of Mei Suruga are proving their worth on every showing. Can the Sisters establish themselves as a high threat tag team by taking down the Carnival? Facing off against a loud and energetic team with momentum is a tough task, but these two spunky sisters are more than capable of giving their seniors a run for their money. Will Miya overwhelm them with her power? Can Nonoka out maneuver their quick foes? They’ll have their work cut out for them, but everyone loves an underdog. Good luck, Setouchi Sisters!
Until next time!
ChocoPro is a free online promotion run by AEW's Emi Sakura, that takes place in the legendary Ichigaya Chocolate Square! It features a steady pace of Episode releases, fan interaction, long story arcs, and much more! A place where the turnbuckles are replaced with 14th floor windows, the ropes are replaced with fans, unforgiving walls provide creative avenues for skills otherwise unthinkable, and you can take solace in knowing that the referees usually do nothing. While it might be a shocking change at first, the intensity and storytelling will leave you wanting more. Think of it like the Hart Dungeon but as a promotion, if that helps! If you have any questions, feel free to ask me.
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2024.05.17 10:15 Low-Forever-9683 GMP Nitro Coupe

GMP Nitro Coupe
Finally acquired one of these gnarly GMP Nitro Coupes, it was between this or the solid gloss black but by the time I decided on the black, they jumped from about $150 to over $200 so the red it is (it was my second favorite anyway) This is a gorgeous model and has some really cool details such as, rotating driveshaft visible from the interior, posable shifter, steel braided cables and brake lines, aluminum bucket seat and door cards, spring loaded doorlocks, die-cast metal engine block, and moving supercharger screw and pulleys with rubber belt.
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2024.05.17 09:52 Edwardthecrazyman Hiraeth or Where the Children Play: The Preparation for a Night of Demon Burning [13]

First/Previous
The travel took on a less gloomy quality in the day that passed since Gemma’s self-reflection and although there remained a queer distance in her eyes, she seemed in better spirits in losing the weight of the words.
It was a night just beyond Wabash Crevasse that we pushed on till sunset was almost upon us and we were each tired and the food stocks ran low and so we found harbor in a half collapsed cellar where a home once stood; it was only after examining the slatted, rotted boards of the old place, fallen over, tired with decay, that we spied the cellar doors intact; sheets of door metal plied us with safety from the outside world and the interior of the place stank of mold and the deeper recesses were collapsed, but there was a cradle to crossbar the stair hatch and I put my prybar there for the night. We finished the water and canned tomatoes, and I smoked a cigarette, staving off the inevitable doom which would come with the dwindling of our supplies.
I’d peeked through the space where the doors met at the cellar’s entry and watched the full darkness there while the youngins spoke of life and the trivial pursuits of it and I hardly said a word besides.
Sitting on the lowest step with Trouble dumbly maintaining her station by me, by the low glow of the space in the threshold, I saw they’d pushed their bedrolls together and Andrew had fallen asleep with his arm over Gemma’s shoulder and her eyes glowed with shine from the crack, blinked a few times while seeing me; she too eventually drifted to sleep, and I spent time by the secured door.
Gunshots rang across the stillness, and they stirred from their quiet slumber and Gemma asked, “Harlan, is it alright?”
I moved to the space there at the doorway again and listened and watched what I could through that crack and nothing beyond came. “It’s safe. I’ll be up a bit longer. I’ll watch.”
Andrew asked, “Can’t sleep?”
“I’ll sleep in a bit. Don’t worry about me. Rest. Sleep good and we can put more behind us.
They sat up, legs crossed triangle-wise, and Gemma spoke again, “Why do you have such a hard time sleeping? It seems I’m asleep after you and only awake after you too.”
“Yeah,” said Andrew.
“It’s cool at night. I can listen to the wind.” I shrugged.
“You should be the one that tries to get some sleep,” said Andrew.
I said nothing.
They reached out their arms and I shook my head.
“Here,” Gemma said, “Move your bedroll closer.” She reached across the dirt floor of the cellar and dragged my splayed roll so that it sat beside hers.
“I’ll sleep later.” I turned my attention back to the door and ignored them till their sounds of sleep could be heard. The Alukah was nowhere and did not tap on the door that night and when I moved to sleep, I shimmied onto the roll beside them, facing away on my shoulder; the dog followed, laid on the bare dirt beside me and I held the mutt.
Though I refused a noise as they stirred in the absolute darkness, I felt Gemma’s arm fall over my own shoulder and felt Andrew’s hand touch my back, and water traced the bridge of my nose and I slept deeply thereafter.
There was no breakfast without food, and the water was gone; I felt the eyes of the dog on us as we packed up our belongings that next morning and I tried not to imagine the poor animal skinned over fire. I smiled at Trouble, patted its head, scratched its chin; she sniffed my hand like she was looking for something that wouldn’t be found.
We went west again, ignoring roads and pushed through straight wasteland where nothing was and no one was, and with every dry footfall on the dry hard ground, I wished for rain, and I wished that when it had rained, as infrequent as it was, that I had been wise enough to save what we could from the sky; that sky was red and swollen and refused to burst. We pushed on through strange dead thickets where grayed and twisty yellow branches lurched from the ground into the sky like even they too wished for an end to all the suffering. It was days more till we would see Alexandria and though I could stave off hunger (thirst too, if necessary), I was not so certain that the children would be able to push on without it; they did not complain and watched the ground in our march and maintained higher spirits than I could’ve imagined from them.
Early in the day, they spoke often, and I listened and as they wore on, their words came less and even the dog seemed in a lower mood for the unsaid predicament; me too.
Gemma broke the silence on the matter by saying, “What are we going to do about food? Water?”
“We’ll push on.”
“We could turn back?” asked Andrew.
“The more time we spend out in the open, outside of a city, the more likely it is that the Alukah will catch us unawares. Tighten your belts.” Our feet took us around a dilapidated truck, an old thing with a rusty hook which dangled off a rear arm. “Save your urine.”
They made faces but did not protest.
“Does that work? You ever drink pee?” asked Andrew.
I laughed, “I thought we’d be there by now. I took us too long by trying to drop the scent of the Alukah. That thing’s hunted us for days—last night was the first time it ain’t bothered us. It’s got me wondering why.”
Gemma piped up, licking her dry lips before speaking, “Do you think that monster ran into those scavengers we saw?” Then I caught her shooting a look at Andrew, “At least we warned them.” Her smile was faint and almost indiscernible as one.
I shrugged. “Can’t say. Don’t think it’s smart to turn back. Won’t be long and we’ll touch the 40 and then it’ll be a straight on to Babylon—couple of days—can’t turn back though. Maybe without food; that’s doable. Water’s the worst, but if it comes to it,” I paused and looked on the weathered faces of the children, on the lowered head of Trouble which followed her nose across the ground (it searched just short of frantic), “Like I said, ‘save your urine’.”
The first pains of hunger held within me brought up some reminiscence and I wished for nothing more than to hold Suzanne; I could nearly smell them and in the swaying walk which took us on past toppled townships, I held long blinks where I could nearly make out their face and if I really pushed the limits of my imagination, I could feel them. In those moments, as we passed dead places, rotted pits of despair, I could think of little more than their presence. Though I knew it was a dangerous game, hoping for more than I was worth, I hoped for Suzanne then and I wished that I’d taken them up on their offer to travel to Alexandria with them; it could’ve been home—it never was in all the times I’d gone there, but who knows? The thoughts of Babylon brought forth their gardens; the wild gardens and the water which flowed freely through their pipes. I wished I was a different person entirely and that too would’ve been better for Suzanne; how it was that they’d seen anything in me, I don’t know. How it was that they could stoop to the level of being with someone like me—I warded off that thought, because to place the blame there would certainly be unfair. I thought of my love plainly and wanted a different life more suited to them.
Imaginations played more furiously, and I remembered the evening when Dave stopped me from leaping from that roof—it’s doubtful that he even realized that he’d slowed my demise; perhaps he did know—I wished then that I could ask him. Too kind for the world. People too kind for the world were scarce and hardly worth the trouble. Yet, there I was, chaperoning those two across the wastes.
Gemma was a broken person when I’d found her, tortured in Baphomet’s well; Andrew was a dullard boy who’d lost his hand. What a silly predicament.
I stopped in my movements and swiveled on my heel to catch Andrew by the shoulder. “You still got your hand, don’t you?”
In good humor, the boy grinned, lifted the nub on the end of his left forearm to show me, “Nope.”
“Dammit, no! The hand in the jar!”
Andrew raised his eyebrows. “In my pack.”
“Stop,” I commanded Trouble; the dog hardly recognized my words and continued a way then circled back, sad eyes looking up from where she took to sit by my side. Gemma, both arms dangling loosely from her own pack’s shoulder straps, took into the circle we’d formed.
The girl asked, “What about the jar? It’s nasty, but I guess it’s his.”
“I think that’s it,” I said. I took Andrew by his shoulders, looked him in his eyes, “We could use it!”
“What?” The boy almost laughed in the display of our concern. “What’s that got to do with anything?”
“I think I’ve got it! It’s good for a trap.” I shook him; maybe too hard. I almost smiled. “It’s worth a shot!”
“It’s mine.” He bit his top lip, withdrew from me.
“You’ll feel differently about that,” I said.
Gemma placed a hand on Andrew’s pack and tried ripping it open. “Give it to him!” shouted the girl.
The boy whipped from her grasp, and he spun on his feet, and panic stood on his face. “It’s mine, isn’t it?”
I took a step forward, “No, not anymore.” I put out my palm, “Give it.”
Andrew nearly flinched at the thought of it and shook his head a little. “Why?”
“I told you why,” I said.
“You don’t even know if it’ll work, do you?” his words were long in protest.
The girl started again, “Andrew, please.”
He locked eyes with Gemma and once again, his bottom teeth came up to meet over his top lip and he moved his jaw methodically with contemplation.
“What does it even matter?” she asked.
“It’s mine. You don’t know what it’s like.”
“Don’t be ridiculous!”
“C’mon,” he said, but his pack straps fell from his shoulders, and he hunkered down on the ground and opened his bag; his right hand plunged into the recesses therein and withdrew the jar with his severed left hand. He held the object up, refusing to come up from his open pack, keeping his eyes on the ground. “Take it then.” He shook the jar; its contents sloshed with liquid decay.
I grabbed the thing, held it to skylight; the remains within had congealed and rotted and lumps nearly floated in the brownish liquid which had formed in the base of the container. I shook it and stared for a moment at the miniscule debris which floated alongside the hand; each of its digits had swollen and erupted to expose bone; some had come away in pieces. “Tomorrow,” I said and nodded.
We gathered ourselves and Andrew pulled his pack on again and we moved, Trouble still looked sorry and the boy remained quiet while the girl chattered on with questions while we took through the dying ground in a formation with the dog on point then me then the children.
“What will you do with it?” she asked me.
“Not sure yet.”
Andrew made a noise like he wanted to say something but didn’t.
“You think it will work?” asked Gemma.
“Nothing’s a guarantee. They’re smart—Alukah.”
“Smart enough to figure out a trap?”
I shrugged. “We’ll find out.”
“We could put stakes in a pit.”
“Keep on the lookout for a building. Something with multiple floors.”
With that, we moved on, found a worn, mostly destroyed road and we fell into a travelling quiet and the thought of hunger or thirst arose again, and I pushed it down—though I knew the uneasiness could only last so long before savagery would overtake the human condition; the kids seemed strong enough, but I kept an eye on the dog too. Savagery belonged not only to humans, after all.
The ground of the wastes was harder when it was quiet, and it was flatter further west. The sky—red and full of thin and transparent drifting clouds—seemed an awful sight when stared at for too long; it was the thing which stretched as if to signal there wasn’t an end in any direction, as if to declare we had much more to go till safety. Wanderlust is a thing that I believe I’ve felt before, but under that sky, with those two and the dog, I didn’t feel it at all. It was doom that I felt. Ignorance and doom. And it was all because I was certain I’d made all the wrong mistakes, and it was coming back to me. I was experienced. We should’ve had food and water. Perhaps there was some deep and nasty part inside of me that had intended to sacrifice them along the way. The words of the Alukah might have rung true: You say you make no deals, but I smell it. I think you’d deal.
Surely, I felt differently. Surely.
“Getting darker,” called Andrew as we came to where signposts—worn and bent and barely legible—told us of a place once called Annapolis and the buildings were nearly gone entirely; places, maybe places that were once homes, were leveled—I was briefly caught in imagining what it might’ve been like all those ages ago. As are most places, it was haunted like that and when we came to a long rectangular structure of metal walls—thin walls—we took it as a place for rest for the night.
It once served as an agricultural station, for when we breached its entry, there were a line of dead machines—three in all—cultivators or tillers which stood higher than any of our heads and Gemma asked what they were, and I told her I thought they were for farming. The great rusted bodies stood in quiet shadow as we came through a side passage of the building and the great doors which had once been used to release those machines from the building stood frozen in their frame. I approached the doors, lighting my lantern and motioning for the children to shut the door we’d entered through.
Upon closer inspection, it seemed the doors would roll into the ceiling and the chains which held the doors in place were each secured with rusted padlocks—I removed my prybar from my pack and moved along the wall of doors, giving each old lock a smack with the weapon; each one held in place, seemingly fused there through years of corrosion, and I rounded the cultivators once more, back to the children, near the side door where they’d discovered a rickety stair frame which crawled up the side of the wall to a catwalk; along the catwalk, a levitated box stood at the height of the structure, stilted by metal legs, and we took the stairs slowly with the dog following close behind; the poor mutt was mute save the sound of its own shuffling paws.
The metal stairs creaked under our weight and Gemma held her own lantern high over her head so that the strange shadows of the place grew longer, stranger, and suddenly I felt very sure that something was in the dark with us, but there was no noise except what we made. My eyes scanned the darkness, and I followed the children up the stairs till we met the overhang of the catwalk and I peered into the shadows, the blades of the cultivators—far extended on foldable arms—struck up through the pool of blackness beneath us and I felt so cold there and if it were not for the breath of my fellow travelers, I might have been lost in the dark for longer than intended—lost and frozen and contemplative.
“There’s a room,” said the boy, and he pushed ahead on the hanging passage, and he was the first to the door. “Boxes,” he said plainly.
Upon coming to the place where he stood, Gemma pushed her lantern over the threshold, and I saw what he’d meant as I traced my own lantern to help; the room was crammed with plastic totes and old metal containers of varied sizes. There seemed to be enough empty space to maneuver through the room, but only if one watched their feet while they walked. Carefully.
We moved to the room, and I found a stack of crates to place my lantern then motioned for Gemma to douse hers. In minutes, the place was rearranged so that we could sit comfortably on the floor; crates lined the walls precariously and we breathed heavy from the work done, but we began to unpack and upon watching the children while I rolled a cigarette, I felt a pang of guilt, a terrible summation—all choices in my life had led me here and with them and perhaps it would have been a better world for them without me.
Mentally shrugging this thought away, I lit my cigarette, inhaled deeply, and then withdrew the jar which Andrew had handed over. I held it to the lantern to examine it. The grotesqueness of it hardly phased me and I watched it more curious and hopeful than disgusted.
“I hope it’ll work,” said the boy, “Whatever it is that you plan on doing with it.” He grimaced and maintained a further silence in patting his bedding for fluff. The dog moved to him, and she pushed her forehead against him where he squatted on floor. The boy scratched Trouble’s chin and whispered, “Good girl,” into the top of her head where he’d pushed his own face.
“I’m hungry,” said Gemma; she placed her chin in her arm while watching Andrew with the dog. She sat on her own flat bed there on the floor and stated plainly the thing that I’d hoped to ignore for longer.
“I know.” I took another drag from the cigarette and let the smoke hang over my head. “The dog?”
Andrew recoiled, pulling Trouble closer into his arms.
I smiled. “It was a joke.”
Andrew relaxed, but only a moment before Gemma added, “Maybe.”
The boy narrowed his eyes in the girl’s direction, and she shrugged. “If it’s life or death.”
He didn’t say anything and merely continued stroking Trouble’s coat.
That night, we slept awfully and even in the complete darkness, I felt the cramp of the storage room and the angled shapes of the tools that protruded from the containers on all sides remained permanent well after we’d turned the light off and it felt like those shapes were the teeth of a great creature like we were sitting inside of its mouth, looking out.
Trouble positioned herself partially on my chest, her slow rhythmic breathing brought my thoughts calm and I whispered to her in the dark after I was sure the others were asleep, “I promise it was a joke.” And I brushed the back of her neck with my hand and the animal let go of a long sigh then continued that deep rhythmic breathing.
Still without food or water, the following day was the true indication of the misery to come. Gemma’s stomach growled audibly in waking and Andrew—though he kept his complaints to himself—smacked his lips more often or protruded the tongue in his mouth in a starvation for water. The room, in the daylight which peered through pinpricks of its half-decayed roof, seemed another beast altogether from its nighttime counterpart; it was not so frightening. Again, I admonished myself for the lack of preparation, but there was another thought that brought together a more cohesive feeling; we had a possible plan, a trap for the demon that’d been following us.
We went into the field to the west of the building where there was only dirt beneath our feet in the early sunlight and in the coolness of morning air, I nearly felt like a person. The sun crested the horizon and brought with it a warmth that would quickly become overwhelming—in those few minutes though—it felt good enough. I wished for the shy dew and saw none. The weirdness of holding Andrew’s rotting hand in a jar momentarily caught me and I almost laughed, but refrained and the dog and the children looked on while I held the container up and suddenly, seeing the congealed mass of tissue floating in its own excretions, I was overcome with the urge to run, the urge that nothing would ever be right again in my life, and that I was marked to be that way.
I blinked and tossed the jar to Andrew. “Say goodbye,” I said. He fumbled after it with his right hand and caught it to his chest.
“It’s strange you care so much anyway,” said Gemma, shrugging—her eyes forgave a millisecond of pity and when Andrew looked at her, still holding the jar in his right hand, she smiled and stuffed her hands into the pockets of her pants.
“We’ve enough oil, I think,” my voice was raspy from it being early, “Enough for good fire, but if we use it, it’ll mean a few more dark nights on our way.”
“We’re going to set it on fire?” Andrew pondered, keeping his eyes to the contents of the jar. “It worked good enough last time. It’ll work,” I nodded, “I has to, doesn’t it?”
His dry lips creased into a brief smile, and he tossed the jar back to me and I caught it.
“Let’s dig,” I said.
Without much in the way of proper tools, we began at the ground under us with our hands, then taking turns with my prybar till there was a hole in the ground comfortably large enough to conceal a human head and I uncapped the jar and spilled it contents there and we covered it back and I lightly tamped it with my boot. My eyes scanned the outbuilding we’d taken refuge in the night prior and then to the street to the north then to the houses which stood as merely rotted plots of foundation with frames that struck from the ground more as markers than support. “I’ll take up over there across the street when it gets dark. I want you two in that storage room before anything goes off.”
“We can’t help?” asked Gemma.
“You can help by staying out of the way—the mutt too,” I said; the words were harsh, but my feelings were from worry.
“Wouldn’t it be better if we stuck together?” asked the girl.
I shook my head. “You stay in the room and keep quiet. No matter what you hear, you stay quiet and safe.”
“That’ll put you at a bigger risk,” Gemma furrowed her brow at me and shifted around to look out on the houses across the street, “There’s hardly any cover over there.”
The boy nodded, smacked his lips, and rubbed his forearm across his mouth then audibly agreed with her.
“Doesn’t matter,” I said, “No matter what you hear happening outside, no matter, you don’t open the door and you don’t scream—don’t make a noise at all. Alright? Even if you hear me calling you, you don’t do it.”
“Pfft,” Gemma crossed her arms and kicked her foot against the ground. The way her eyes seemed hollowed with bruising showed that the irritation would only grow without food. “Alright,” she finally sighed.
Andrew looked much the same as she did in that; he swallowed a dry swallow then stuffed his hand into his pocket and looked away when our eyes matched.
We gathered our light oil. Altogether, it seemed enough; rummaging through the room of the outbuilding we’d earlier taken refuge within, we managed three intact glass containers—the only ones found that wouldn’t leak with liquid; two were bottles and the third was the jar that’d once kept Andrew’s hand. With that work done, we sat with three Molotov cocktails within our huddled circle of the storage room.
“Is it enough?” asked Gemma.
“We’ll see,” I began rolling a cigarette to ignore the hunger and the thirst.
Andrew took to the corner and glanced over his shoulder only a moment before a steady liquid stream could be heard and when he rotated from the wall once the noise was finished and he held a canteen up to his nose, sniffed it and quivered and shook his head.
As the sun pushed on, I scanned the perimeter outside, and they followed. Far south I spied a mass of shadow inching across the horizon and Gemma commented, “What’s that?”
I pushed the binoculars to her and let her gaze through them.
“A fiend—that’s what we called it back in the day anyway. A mutant.”
She held the binoculars up and frowned. “A mutant? So, it was once human?”
“A fiend was once many humans.” I pointed out to the horizon though she couldn’t see me doing so and continued, “If you look at the edges of its shape, you’ll see it’s got limbs galore on it. Sticking up like hairs is what it’ll look like at this distance. Those are arms and legs. It’s got faces too. Many faces.” I shuddered.
“I can barely see any details,” she passed the binoculars to Andrew, and he looked through them, “What’s it do?”
“What?” I asked.
“What’s it do if it catches a person?”
“It pulls people into it. Makes you apart of its mass. Nasty fuckers.”
Andrew removed the lenses from his eyes and held them to his chest and asked, “It won’t mess up your trap, will it?”
“We’ll keep an eye on it,” I said, “You don’t want to mess with a fiend unless you have to.”
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2024.05.17 09:47 Edwardthecrazyman Hiraeth or Where the Children Play: Oh, Dear Brother of Mine, How I Hate What I've Made You [12]

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Gemma was right about the sky’s open night, and I could sympathize with her recollection of the beauty, but for me it must’ve been a greater tragedy—the young woman had only ever enjoyed the stars in the pits of Golgotha; I could, long before, drink in the sky at leisure. Cruel memories.
The night the Rednecks died was one of viscera, but before that it was coolness on the breeze, a warmth by the fires while John played his guitar and we had only just taken two dozen kegs of lager (personal reserves) from the Atlanta despot—the man that kept his subjects as slaves and not a person among the camp was left without budding intoxication. No matter the age, everyone was invited to be merry; if it was that children too faced the plight of a bad world, then so too should they reap the moments of plenty—or so the camp figured.
John had taken a group by the fires where wagons were drawn in interlocking semicircles for cover and Jackson sat beside the picker. Jackson was a man which normally preferred quiet reflection over boisterous singing and nearly never wore the band on his throat, and yet there he was belting out the chorus at the top of his lungs, tankard in hand, red cloth blazed around his neck—it was a contagion and those drunk enough for easier embarrassment sang proudly along:
“There is power, there is power in a band of working folk!
When we stand hand in hand,
That’s a power, that’s the power,
That must rule in every land!”
I’d taken to the outlying shadows with my back pressed against the gas-powered caleche, my own tankard in hand. I loved the warmth of that great big family, truly, but even in those days—and maybe it was that queer youthfulness which longed for individualism that made me that way then—I remained as distanced as possible when I could. I sipped the lager, it was a fine drink and my brother Billy, nearly as old as I was when I’d first taken up in the infantry, swaggered to stand beside me just as quiet for minutes and we looked at the stars and he asked me what it was like to kill a man.
“Is it hard?” he asked.
I nodded, “Sometimes.”
“Killing monsters ain’t so bad. Don’t know if I could do it to a person.”
“You could if they meant to kill you; or if they meant to do it to someone you cared about,” I promised him. In those days, spry, energized, I held no time for staring into abysses; though I still wasn’t a man fully, I pretended as one. It was about family, and it was about doing what was right—what’s right seemed to change, or I changed. The world felt stark with good and evil and even later I’d feel that sentiment well up in me, but if that’s true, I know I stand more on the latter and so I intentionally obfuscated it—this I know. If not, it might be too much to bear. I was required to lie to myself and even in knowing I lied, it was better.
Billy tugged on the red kerchief around his throat and asked me how it looked on him.
“Looks good,” I said.
“Don’t think I look stupid at all?”
I smiled over my drink, “You always look stupid.” I sipped. “The neckwear’s fine.”
“Give me a break,” said Billy; he investigated his own cup, gave it a swish with his wrist, watching its contents swirl. “Aren’t you ever afraid you’ll die?”
“Sometimes—nights like this—I wouldn’t mind it.”
“Really?” my brother asked.
“There’s always a chance of it. Every moment, I guess.”
He smiled. “I wish I had that confidence.”
“You’ll get it,” I returned his smile; it was true that he would gain the fighting spirit. It came to us all with time and reminiscing on the early days, I recall the grit and the hatred—there was learning there too though. Besides, I’d seen the squalors of a stationary man. The stagnation of a place, an unmoving home.
John put his guitar away and laughter erupted from the crowd from something said and Sibylle, cowboy hat cocked funny, traipsed across the camp to the open keg for a refill; the man there, tending the cylinders, was a man named Tandy (a foreigner and one unknown besides the way he smoked a skunk pipe and told wild stories). My mother leaned over while Tandy opened the spigot mouth on the keg, and she froze there, and I could see her there cut out forever against the light of the fires; I watched, and it came so suddenly that I couldn’t be sure what’d happened at all. It was so sudden that I couldn’t find my weapon and I couldn’t find even the courage to fight because in those moments it wasn’t courage I needed, it was grounds to understand.
Sibylle came apart in two pieces immediately, torn completely through and dust erupted as her legs struck the ground while her torso spun through the air like a top, a trail of liquid trailed after, caught in the blue of night so it shone as black; she couldn’t scream. Tandy was a statue. Before anyone could react, more flesh, other bodies, went up and there was all manner of limbs which filled the ground, and it is astounding how quickly a red mist forms across the ground during a massacre. Perhaps the wails of my comrades started before, perhaps others fell before Sibylle, but I could not comprehend the goings-on till I saw her drop the way she did.
Frail human screams rose on the night; I slammed to the ground, tankard gone away and hands scrambling in the dirt; I reached up blindly and yanked Billy to my level and his expression was one of innocence, panic, tears even. Glancing around, I saw the demons bolt from the pitch-black darkness on the edges of camp, mutants taking the fore while greater creatures lurked further back, some hurled whips of gliding metal which writhed over their heads when they stretched them out for a strike—alien—and they sliced directly through soft human bodies. Not even a cry escaped me, but Billy let go with it and I slapped my cupped hand over his mouth hard to hold the screams. His voice would not have been alone anyway, not alongside that startling cacophony. Amidst the cries of people, there were the cries of horses, of our hounds.
We rolled across the ground, slipped beneath the raised body of the gas-powered caleche, remained quiet in the dark, peeked out between the wheels.
“What’s happening?” Billy whispered through my fingers; I removed my hand from him and caught a glimpse of him framed in a square of firelight through the wheels—we lay there on our bellies and the left side of his face was glazed with dirt where I’d pulled him down.
“Shh,” I told him, “Shh, please. Please.” Not another word came while I pleaded with him, pleaded with the world to make this all a nightmare.
Through the haze and the running silhouettes painted black, I saw what might have been Jackson; he stumbled and in the moment that it took me to gasp, his head was gone from his body, his torso slid on as he collapsed, came to rest mere feet from the motor wagon. I told myself that it wasn’t him, but it probably was.
Some mutants lumbered through the camp like animated corpses, some leapt with wild energy or sprayed noxious fumes which lingered in the air; others still were amalgams of humanlike limbs themselves—fiends—exhausting terrible sounds, producing smells of sulfur, glistening with whatever liquids excreted from their oblong alien orifices. Demons ran amok, chanted in devil tongued languages, laughed madly at the destruction—others still, those which displayed some greater intelligence, broke into a song I could never hope or want to replicate; it seemed a unified damnation.
“Please,” I repeated in a whimper and Billy hushed me this time and I realized we were holding hands, squeezing for dear life as figures walked the camp, speared those half-alive, elected others for twisted carnality.
In darkness, in fright plainly, we scuttled from the recess of our hiding place, kept quiet, held to each other, and went into the wasteland where nothing was—every shadow was a potential threat, every second could’ve been the last. We were holding hands; then we weren’t.
Only a glance—that’s all I afforded my brother and nothing more—what a joke of a person I am! What a coward I was. Always.
Something got him in the dark and instead of dying alongside those I cared about, I went on, heartbeat driving me till it was all that I heard in my ears and my muscles ached and my chest heaved and sweat covered me, chilled me in the breeze of the night—it was only once I’d accepted the dark completely, crawled into a hollowed space of rocks along a squat ridge that I watched the demolished camp; it seemed no larger than a spark, but the creatures, fiends and others continued their war cries; never before had I witnessed demons participate in such an attack.
I watched till the sun came, till the fires became smoke, then I watched the band of hell creatures disband. The smell of sulfur remained in the air—copper too—and I stumbled back to the camp in a dreamlike daze, totally unbelieving of the things I saw. Among those dead on the ground, I could recognize none; among those piked from rear to shoulder, standing like morbid scarecrows where they’d been steadied against the ground, I could not want to recognize.
Many of the wagons were overturned, including the gas-powered caleche and I went to it; the metal of its body was warped but I fell to the ground by it and pushed my back against the exposed undercarriage, remained frozen there while examining the bodies, the terrible strips of skin which rested places like wet sheets of paper, the piles of bones removed and smashed and piled.
I cried so deeply that oxygen became a memory, and the shakes couldn’t be contained.
It was like that for so long, knees pulled up, face pushed between, and the wails came unafraid of whatever attention they might garner; there was no rationale, but I imagine if there had been, I would’ve welcomed death in that misery. It was a deep wound that not even my own cowardice would overcome for the sake of survival.
Unaware of my surroundings, not wanting to look up from the ground between my legs, the noise which had started out as imaginary became real and I raised my head then to listen better and wipe my sore eyes; it was the sound of clip-clop horse hooves and I mildly wondered if any of the animals had been spared. I stood and pivoted around the dead camp and there it was, a man on a painted horse with golden hair; he leisurely drove the mount through the place, maneuvering around pools of blood, clumps of body parts and upon seeing me, he smiled and offered a languid wave, keeping one of his gloved hands on the reins.
The man wore white and swished his hair back upon arriving directly in front of me. Ahoy, he offered kindly, Did you happen to see the other riders?
I shook my head, feeling numb.
Ah, he said, I could have sworn four other riders, at least, passed me on my way. His gray eyes examined the carnage. Shame. He shook his head. You are?
“H-harlan.”
He nodded and nearly offered an expression of genuine condolence before descending from the horse; the animal gave a gentle grunt and wandered away from its master to inspect a nearby group of the dead. The man offered his hand, and I took it in a shake. Mephisto, said the man. He flashed a smile again before his face grew serious. I’ve come to you to deal.
I shot him a questioning look, one of bafflement.
I heard your calls from far off. He nodded, removed a white handkerchief from his breast pocket and swiped it down his face. Hot out. He shrugged then replaced the cloth in his pocket. This, he motioned to the disarray of vehicles, of bodies, I can’t fix all this—it’s too much—but there’s a person you love, I know. I could bring them back.
“Doctor?” In retrospect it was such a naïve question.
He shook his head.
“Angel?”
He grinned and nodded, Sure.
“Demon?”
Undoubtedly. His eyes—pits of gray in that radiant face—nearly expressed solemness; he daintily shook the hair from his face and looked at his steed which sniffed a corpse. What’s the word, Harlan? There are others calling and I must be on my way soon—I can’t dally. There was a sharpness to the words. Can’t dally. We must convene soon, or I’ll mosey on.
I snorted back the clog in my nose from the tears and wiped my eyes with my sleeves. “Okay.”
Deal?
I nodded, “Deal.”
Sleep tonight, said Mephisto, Sleep and you’ll be rewarded in the morning.
“You said it’s a deal.”
He nodded and scanned the carnage before we matched gazes and then he said, Yes?
“What is it you want from me?”
Nothing you need now. He called the horse, and it came, and he swept his feet quickly from the ground and settled into position atop the animal. Sleep, Harlan. You won’t be bothered. There are worse things still over the horizon.
I watched him go till he disappeared and once he was gone, I couldn’t cry anymore and instead rummaged through the wagons for what I might carry; along the way I found John, face twisted but corpse intact. The body from the previous night that I’d guessed was Jackson couldn’t be determined but I found him nowhere else. I slid Sibylle’s holster from her hips, fell hard onto the ground and found that I could sob more. I took her cowboy hat, placed it on my head and held her pistol in one hand and the belt holster dangled from the other while I searched the other bodies; there were so many, but I could not find Billy.
Waiting for darkness, I took the spot where I rested, back against the caleche’s undercarriage, watched the sky and felt the gun in my hand; it was heavy. I put it to my head, closed my eyes, and whispered affirmations to myself then I put the pistol between my splayed legs, watched it still in the dirt, and pulled the hat down over my eyes but it did little for the smell. Though the brim of the hat cut the sky out, I watched the ground and saw circling shadows form overhead and heard calls of turkey vultures; they came to pick over the bodies. I withdrew my knees to my chest there again and laid my forearm across them and bit into my arm while closing my eyes. I had thought I was a man and for a time, maybe I was, but there in that miserable pit of despair I became a child again and if I’d become more delirious, I’m sure I might’ve called out for Jackson like it was a bad dream.
Into a fading stupor of sleep in the sun I went and when I awoke again it was dark and chilly and I was tired and hungry but too sick to eat and hardly strong enough to move; I looked at the gun and put it into its holster and left it there by the caleche. In the light of the moon and stars, I moved to gather a bolt of canvas; I unfurled the fabric and created a leaning shelter against the overturned vehicle and crawled into it. There was a hole in the canvas, and I peeked out at the stars.
Weeping came again, but not so uproarious; I was stuck there letting go of whimpers, lying on my back, feeling the tears trace in lines from the outer corners of my eyes to collect along my earlobes. In time, I fell to sleep again on the hard ground because the mourning had taken all else from me.
A pinpoint of sunlight broke my eyelids and I jerked awake and reached for the holster, but it was gone. So was the hat. I crawled from the leaning shelter and there he was.
Billy stood plainly among the dried, congealed blood-soaked field and he looked on to the horizon and all shadows were long in the midday sun which hung up there in a soft blue sky. Whether it be a dream or a spell, I couldn’t care—I charged to him and spun him so he faced me and though his face was plain and expressionless, I wrapped him into a forceful hug. He placed his hands on my back and gave a gentle squeeze; when I pulled from him, my hands on his shoulders, I saw he held Sibylle’s hat in his left hand, pinched by the brim; he’d already tugged her holster belt around his hips—he could have it all. I shook while holding him then let go to wipe my face.
“You’re alive,” I nodded.
He nodded without speaking then looked at the hat in his hand and placed it on his head and firmly pressed it down.
“Billy! Hell, you’re alive!”
The corners of his mouth twitched upward for a moment then he nodded again. “Yeah.” His eyes curiously searched our surroundings like he meant to take each detail in forever.
I slapped him on the shoulder and almost squealed. “Goddammit.” I wiped my eyes again and could do little to keep the excitement from exploding from me. “Oh, we should go. We should go on and get somewhere safe.”
He nodded toward the horizon, “’Lanta?”
“Sure.”
We packed and it was a like an ethereal phantom remained among us beside the quiet dead; turkey vultures cawed to break the silence, pecked where they pleased on the bodies, and I couldn’t want to fight them. I kept sidelong eyes on Billy with the ever-present worry that he’d vanish. Perhaps he was the phantom.
From the rear of the caleche, I removed a few sentimental books Jackson liked, essential cookware, and sparse rations for the trek. The last thing I grabbed was my shotgun and a bit of ammo.
As we set from the dead place, the terrible silhouettes that were cut from there on the horizon behind us grew in my mind with every backward glance—I wanted to fall to pieces, but I saw Billy walk alongside me and although contented is not the right word, it is the nearest. The steps of our boots were all that was heard because I could not fathom to pierce the space between us with words for fear that it would all end. It was a dream, surely. I’d lost my mind. With my hands thumbed into the straps of my pack, I saw I my hands still shook, and they would shake a lot longer—years and with memories too. The crunch of earth underfoot became a rhythm and instead of looking at my brother, I watched his shadow on the ground.
“Everyone’s dead?” He asked.
“Yeah.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yeah,” I repeated.
“How ain’t I? How ain’t you?”
To say that it was luck would’ve been too morbid. Instead of saying anything, I shrugged, kicked a loose stone, watched my feet some more, and felt a queasiness come over me. For the moment, the immeasurable deaths of those I’d left behind were forgotten in the company of my brother and a sickness welled up inside of me so suddenly that I felt that I’d fall to pieces at the slightest provocation. Finally, I did speak again, but only after steeling myself to the troubles, “Yeah, how are you alive?”
Billy shrugged at me then stumbled up a hill which overlooked trash wood wilderness where sticks lay twisted and bare and further on the sight of Atlanta was visible and I cupped a hand across my brow and Billy did the same and we looked on at the shadows of the place out there where strings of smoke rose from the skyline as a signature for the desolation of the city; it was dead. I felt it in my bones.
My hands were light while my head was heavy, my throat was dry, and the entire world seized in moments of stillness or perhaps it was my own vision which construed the world in that way; I took to the small hill which Billy had climbed and sat there and stared at the place between my feet to steady myself.
“Fire,” said Billy.
I nodded and nearly choked.
Leviathan—till then I had no belief in dragons—glided over the broken city, its winged shadow little seen but its voice was deep across the scene, letting go of roars which shook the ground. We hid among the trash wood and moved down the hill and watched the creature thrash in the air as if it was angry for its abominable life. Whatever millennia it spent in the pits of hell seemingly thrust upon it a love of destruction and pain.
My brother moved with a more assured stride and kept a cool distance and upon fleeing from the wreckage, from the outlying area of Atlanta and the place we’d left our family, he spoke little and watched me strangely whenever I took to melancholic fatiguing. We lit no fires for fear of what it could draw from the night so in the dark I’d see him watching some far-off place, maybe seeing through the reality which surrounded us, and he’d snap from it, catch my eye, and disappear for minutes to scan the perimeter of whatever place we stayed. Being alongside my resurrected brother was lonelier than I could bear, and I hoped he’d disappear for good or that I could work up the courage to end my own life. It was like purgatory explained in books and for a time, it felt endless; upon witnessing the destruction of Atlanta, we pushed to Marrietta, and it was much the same. As was Chatanooga, Nashville, Knoxville, Louisville, Charlotte. The ocean had risen so that Fayetville was gone underwater, and the Florida leg disappeared completely as far as I’m aware. I understood later that Memphis was overlooked and more places further west were alive too, but when we’d exhausted the south, we moved north and found strongholds of families or traders or even small groupings of civilization, but by and large we found nothing much in the two years that we hoofed it from place to place; it was my doing mostly—I wanted to find a place untouched by the mayhem in the area my family had once patrolled.
In retrospect, I am certain that Billy only stayed by my side for convenience; there wasn’t any of my brother left in the man that was my travelling companion for that time. He was a ghost of a person and Mephisto had preyed upon my desire in the worst moment of weakness in my life. There were nights—maybe we’d taken up in a natural alcove for shelter or we’d locked ourselves in some ancient structure for sleep—I’d watch Billy lay where he was, Sibylle’s hat and holster lying beside him, and I’d think of putting him down but he’d stir and in a brief shadow I’d see my brother as he’d been and withdraw to bury my face in fake sleep to be met with images of the night the demons attacked where I’d shake, sweat, and bite my lips so hard I’d drink blood.
Two years we marched around the Appalachians and in that time, I felt myself wither and disconnect.
Upon moving further north we met Indianapolis—that’s what it was called back then—and it was run by an older woman called Lady Lazarus; I reckon her father, affluent and dead, was a fan of Plath. Indianapolis was fortified more than most with its high walls, and its wall men, and its underground facilities which produced substantial ammunition. We—me and Billy’s revenant—were travelling with a group of traders we’d taken up with from out west; they called themselves wizards and although they seemed of the occult, their spirits discounted whatever suspicions I might’ve had of them.
I remember first pushing through that big gate; the town kept with it an indisputable malaise and though we were greeted at the gate by the leader Lady Lazarus—her brothers came along with her—and her jovial demeanor carried a certain infectious quality, I could not help but notice that the regular denizens maintained a healthy distance from their leader (the guards which followed the Lady everywhere probably had something to do with this).
Lady Lazarus touched each of our hands in greeting with enthusiasm and I could not help but notice how soft they were, how vibrant her eyes were, how much she smiled, and how beautiful she was given her age; already her head was fully gray.
Upon meeting each of us, going through the wizard traders first, she came to me, and Billy and she shook my hand then pivoted to Billy.
“Welcome. You can call me Lady.”
Billy caught her hand in his, held it longer than she’d intended so that they held eye contact, and he smiled broadly, tipped the cowboy hat on his head back to expose his smooth forehead and said, “And you can call me Maron, mam. You are quite a sight for a tired man.”
Though Maron—as he’d named himself—was more boy than man, Lady took a disturbed liking to him immediately and we prolonged our stay in Indianapolis after the wizards departed to head west.
Under the rule of Lady, Indianapolis was a theocracy, with her addressing the huddled masses at the steps of her grand abode, she’d preach for hours on sin and strife and quote her favorite passages; though reminiscent of my time with the Rednecks, I never found any truth or sincerity or freedom in her teaching—hers was more trouble, brimstone, fire and I’d had enough of that for a lifetime. Public execution was common. As was torture.
Maron distanced himself further from me, but I remained to keep an eye on him—it was not sentimentality but rather I existed without purpose and conjured some from watching my brother.
Often, Lady invited Maron to her private rooms and though the rumors and speculation ran the full spectrum of perverse speculation, every denizen feigned ignorance at her pregnancy.
Upon giving birth, the infant was malformed with two heads—her brothers took this as an omen and killed the child, put their leader in the stocks for months, and stripped her of dignity while the denizens did to her what they pleased.
Maron rose through the wall men while Lady’s brothers assumed control of Indianapolis and called themselves Bosses; in the time since Lady’s reign, the place was renamed to Golgotha for its closeness to a messiah.
I went west but always found myself drawn back to Golgotha because of some emptiness in me. It was only with Suzanne that I wanted something more and knowing them, I almost believed in a world like the one that children dream about. The world that Gemma and Andrew chased after when they left home, like the one Aggie talked about in her mother’s books. There’s a hopelessness in me that I’ll never be rid of. In the interim between our initial arrival to Golgotha and that flight from that terrible city, I cannot know how many people I sacrificed in convening with demons because I refuse to know because the number would destroy me. That is the worst of it; I do not even have courage enough to face myself or the actions of my past in any substantive way.
Mephisto tainted me so that I could speak with his kind as a dealmaker and the disease grew.
Billy or Maron or whatever he is should have been reaped long ago or better, I should never have brought that abomination alive. Such a cruel world where a deep longing like that can be inverted, weaponized. Me and him should both die; me and him should have died a long time ago.
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2024.05.17 09:02 PsychologicalCity902 Stonk to the Moon: Reddit Army, Assemble! The Next GME on Solana Awaits! ($STONKE)

Stonk to the Moon: Reddit Army, Assemble! The Next GME on Solana Awaits! ($STONKE)

Remember the glorious days of GME? The media in a frenzy, the shorts getting squeezed, and the entire financial world watching in disbelief as the Reddit army rewrote the rules? Buckle up apes, because we're about to embark on a new chapter in our fight against Wall Street greed!
This time, our weapon of choice isn't a brick-and-mortar video game retailer, but a revolutionary new token on the Solana blockchain: $STONKE. Buckle up, because we're talking less than a week old and the market cap is already a miniscule 10k, with a 10x peak to a cool 100k already under its belt. Can you imagine the potential for liftoff?
This, my friends, is our golden opportunity to get in early. Remember GME? We were the underdogs, the ragtag group of internet investors who took down the giants. This could be EVEN BIGGER. We've got the legendary Reddit army at our backs, a passionate community fueled by a shared desire to disrupt the status quo. Together, we can send $STONKE on a lunar odyssey that'll leave Wall Street weeping into their champagne flutes.
Here's why $STONKE is the next moonshot candidate:
Are you ready to join the Stonk revolution and rewrite history once again? Here's your battle plan:
Remember, apes strong together! With the combined forces of the Reddit army, we can make Wall Street tremble once again and propel $STONKE to the moon! Disclaimer: This is not financial advice. Do your own research before investing in any cryptocurrency. But hey, don't miss out on a chance to be part of something truly historic!
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2024.05.17 09:02 PsychologicalCity902 Stonk to the Moon: Reddit Army, Assemble! The Next GME on Solana Awaits! ($STONKE)

Stonk to the Moon: Reddit Army, Assemble! The Next GME on Solana Awaits! ($STONKE)

Remember the glorious days of GME? The media in a frenzy, the shorts getting squeezed, and the entire financial world watching in disbelief as the Reddit army rewrote the rules? Buckle up apes, because we're about to embark on a new chapter in our fight against Wall Street greed!
This time, our weapon of choice isn't a brick-and-mortar video game retailer, but a revolutionary new token on the Solana blockchain: $STONKE. Buckle up, because we're talking less than a week old and the market cap is already a miniscule 10k, with a 10x peak to a cool 100k already under its belt. Can you imagine the potential for liftoff?
This, my friends, is our golden opportunity to get in early. Remember GME? We were the underdogs, the ragtag group of internet investors who took down the giants. This could be EVEN BIGGER. We've got the legendary Reddit army at our backs, a passionate community fueled by a shared desire to disrupt the status quo. Together, we can send $STONKE on a lunar odyssey that'll leave Wall Street weeping into their champagne flutes.
Here's why $STONKE is the next moonshot candidate:
Are you ready to join the Stonk revolution and rewrite history once again? Here's your battle plan:
Remember, apes strong together! With the combined forces of the Reddit army, we can make Wall Street tremble once again and propel $STONKE to the moon! Disclaimer: This is not financial advice. Do your own research before investing in any cryptocurrency. But hey, don't miss out on a chance to be part of something truly historic!
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2024.05.17 09:02 PsychologicalCity902 Stonk to the Moon: Reddit Army, Assemble! The Next GME on Solana Awaits! ($STONKE)

Stonk to the Moon: Reddit Army, Assemble! The Next GME on Solana Awaits! ($STONKE)

Remember the glorious days of GME? The media in a frenzy, the shorts getting squeezed, and the entire financial world watching in disbelief as the Reddit army rewrote the rules? Buckle up apes, because we're about to embark on a new chapter in our fight against Wall Street greed!
This time, our weapon of choice isn't a brick-and-mortar video game retailer, but a revolutionary new token on the Solana blockchain: $STONKE. Buckle up, because we're talking less than a week old and the market cap is already a miniscule 10k, with a 10x peak to a cool 100k already under its belt. Can you imagine the potential for liftoff?
This, my friends, is our golden opportunity to get in early. Remember GME? We were the underdogs, the ragtag group of internet investors who took down the giants. This could be EVEN BIGGER. We've got the legendary Reddit army at our backs, a passionate community fueled by a shared desire to disrupt the status quo. Together, we can send $STONKE on a lunar odyssey that'll leave Wall Street weeping into their champagne flutes.
Here's why $STONKE is the next moonshot candidate:
Are you ready to join the Stonk revolution and rewrite history once again? Here's your battle plan:
Remember, apes strong together! With the combined forces of the Reddit army, we can make Wall Street tremble once again and propel $STONKE to the moon! Disclaimer: This is not financial advice. Do your own research before investing in any cryptocurrency. But hey, don't miss out on a chance to be part of something truly historic!
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2024.05.17 09:01 PsychologicalCity902 Stonk to the Moon: Reddit Army, Assemble! The Next GME on Solana Awaits! ($STONKE)

Stonk to the Moon: Reddit Army, Assemble! The Next GME on Solana Awaits! ($STONKE)

Remember the glorious days of GME? The media in a frenzy, the shorts getting squeezed, and the entire financial world watching in disbelief as the Reddit army rewrote the rules? Buckle up apes, because we're about to embark on a new chapter in our fight against Wall Street greed!
This time, our weapon of choice isn't a brick-and-mortar video game retailer, but a revolutionary new token on the Solana blockchain: $STONKE. Buckle up, because we're talking less than a week old and the market cap is already a miniscule 10k, with a 10x peak to a cool 100k already under its belt. Can you imagine the potential for liftoff?
This, my friends, is our golden opportunity to get in early. Remember GME? We were the underdogs, the ragtag group of internet investors who took down the giants. This could be EVEN BIGGER. We've got the legendary Reddit army at our backs, a passionate community fueled by a shared desire to disrupt the status quo. Together, we can send $STONKE on a lunar odyssey that'll leave Wall Street weeping into their champagne flutes.
Here's why $STONKE is the next moonshot candidate:
Are you ready to join the Stonk revolution and rewrite history once again? Here's your battle plan:
Remember, apes strong together! With the combined forces of the Reddit army, we can make Wall Street tremble once again and propel $STONKE to the moon! Disclaimer: This is not financial advice. Do your own research before investing in any cryptocurrency. But hey, don't miss out on a chance to be part of something truly historic!
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2024.05.17 09:01 PsychologicalCity902 Stonk to the Moon: Reddit Army, Assemble! The Next GME on Solana Awaits! ($STONKE)

Stonk to the Moon: Reddit Army, Assemble! The Next GME on Solana Awaits! ($STONKE)

Remember the glorious days of GME? The media in a frenzy, the shorts getting squeezed, and the entire financial world watching in disbelief as the Reddit army rewrote the rules? Buckle up apes, because we're about to embark on a new chapter in our fight against Wall Street greed!
This time, our weapon of choice isn't a brick-and-mortar video game retailer, but a revolutionary new token on the Solana blockchain: $STONKE. Buckle up, because we're talking less than a week old and the market cap is already a miniscule 10k, with a 10x peak to a cool 100k already under its belt. Can you imagine the potential for liftoff?
This, my friends, is our golden opportunity to get in early. Remember GME? We were the underdogs, the ragtag group of internet investors who took down the giants. This could be EVEN BIGGER. We've got the legendary Reddit army at our backs, a passionate community fueled by a shared desire to disrupt the status quo. Together, we can send $STONKE on a lunar odyssey that'll leave Wall Street weeping into their champagne flutes.
Here's why $STONKE is the next moonshot candidate:
Are you ready to join the Stonk revolution and rewrite history once again? Here's your battle plan:
Remember, apes strong together! With the combined forces of the Reddit army, we can make Wall Street tremble once again and propel $STONKE to the moon! Disclaimer: This is not financial advice. Do your own research before investing in any cryptocurrency. But hey, don't miss out on a chance to be part of something truly historic!
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2024.05.17 09:00 PsychologicalCity902 Stonk to the Moon: Reddit Army, Assemble! The Next GME on Solana Awaits! ($STONKE)

Stonk to the Moon: Reddit Army, Assemble! The Next GME on Solana Awaits! ($STONKE)

Remember the glorious days of GME? The media in a frenzy, the shorts getting squeezed, and the entire financial world watching in disbelief as the Reddit army rewrote the rules? Buckle up apes, because we're about to embark on a new chapter in our fight against Wall Street greed!
This time, our weapon of choice isn't a brick-and-mortar video game retailer, but a revolutionary new token on the Solana blockchain: $STONKE. Buckle up, because we're talking less than a week old and the market cap is already a miniscule 10k, with a 10x peak to a cool 100k already under its belt. Can you imagine the potential for liftoff?
This, my friends, is our golden opportunity to get in early. Remember GME? We were the underdogs, the ragtag group of internet investors who took down the giants. This could be EVEN BIGGER. We've got the legendary Reddit army at our backs, a passionate community fueled by a shared desire to disrupt the status quo. Together, we can send $STONKE on a lunar odyssey that'll leave Wall Street weeping into their champagne flutes.
Here's why $STONKE is the next moonshot candidate:
Are you ready to join the Stonk revolution and rewrite history once again? Here's your battle plan:
Remember, apes strong together! With the combined forces of the Reddit army, we can make Wall Street tremble once again and propel $STONKE to the moon! Disclaimer: This is not financial advice. Do your own research before investing in any cryptocurrency. But hey, don't miss out on a chance to be part of something truly historic!
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2024.05.17 08:59 PsychologicalCity902 Stonk to the Moon: Reddit Army, Assemble! The Next GME on Solana Awaits! ($STONKE)

Remember the glorious days of GME? The media in a frenzy, the shorts getting squeezed, and the entire financial world watching in disbelief as the Reddit army rewrote the rules? Buckle up apes, because we're about to embark on a new chapter in our fight against Wall Street greed!
This time, our weapon of choice isn't a brick-and-mortar video game retailer, but a revolutionary new token on the Solana blockchain: $STONKE. Buckle up, because we're talking less than a week old and the market cap is already a miniscule 10k, with a 10x peak to a cool 100k already under its belt. Can you imagine the potential for liftoff?
This, my friends, is our golden opportunity to get in early. Remember GME? We were the underdogs, the ragtag group of internet investors who took down the giants. This could be EVEN BIGGER. We've got the legendary Reddit army at our backs, a passionate community fueled by a shared desire to disrupt the status quo. Together, we can send $STONKE on a lunar odyssey that'll leave Wall Street weeping into their champagne flutes.
Here's why $STONKE is the next moonshot candidate:
Are you ready to join the Stonk revolution and rewrite history once again? Here's your battle plan:
Remember, apes strong together! With the combined forces of the Reddit army, we can make Wall Street tremble once again and propel $STONKE to the moon! Disclaimer: This is not financial advice. Do your own research before investing in any cryptocurrency. But hey, don't miss out on a chance to be part of something truly historic!
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2024.05.17 07:48 Lopsided_Peanut4980 No load idle problem

2004 9-3t; 130,000....no lights on dash... still getting 29mpg. I recently got "battery not charging" on my sid; $400 later, the plastic wheel on my idler pulley had a small crack that shredded my drive belt. Everything runs fine now; except I've noticed when pulling in at the end of the day, I usually will sit and run the car in park for a minute or two just to let the turbo cool down a little before shutting off the car...but it will stay idling at 900 rpm instead of dropping down to 700rpm "no load" idle...I think I've noticed it's not dropping down to no load when I'm sitting at red lights either, which it usually does fairly quick within 2-3 seconds after coming to a complete stop. Any ideas?
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2024.05.17 07:14 West_Possession_379 Mazda dealership service recommendations

Mazda dealership service recommendations
I have a 2018 mazda 3, 55k miles, that I took to the dealer because of a rattle/squeak from front passenger area when going over bumps. Of course they didn't find the cause of this but they did recommend a bunch of other things. Car runs fine other than the squeak and low windshield wiper fluid warning light that doesn't go out (for which they charged 100$ diagnostic fee). They recommended almost 3k worth of repairs. I don't know much about cars but have been servicing the vehicle regularly. I became suspicious of their recommendations because they recommended transmission fluid change though from what I read online it states the fluid never needs replacement. They also recommended driver belt and tensioner replacement saying the tensioner was leaking oil. Pic of tensioner and belt from their inspection video included. When I confronted the service rep he appeared to get very anxious and offered 15% discount on the diagnostics. have the car since new, been 0 problems, not planning on keeping it for more than 1-2 more years. Can anyone take a glance and give some advice? I feel they are trying to screw me over.
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2024.05.17 07:02 fastcarsrawayoflife Plymouth Duster Custom Instrument Panel

Plymouth Duster Custom Instrument Panel
So my little girl wants me to build her a Plymouth Duster. So I am. She told me it has to be FC7 In-Violet. Ok, no problem. Her favorite color is purple. So I’m running with it. Just got the auto meter gauges installed into my mock up instrument cluster and back lit them in purple. I got purple back lighting for the turn signal arrows, seat belt warning light, high beam indicator, and so on. She wants purple, purple she gets! I know iPhones don’t seem to pick up the color well, but this should give you an idea. Just got the back lighting wired up and tested. Looks pretty cool in my opinion.
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2024.05.17 06:38 Leading-Secret-9933 Third story (scroll down if you don't know what im yappin about)(*WARNING* This is the longest one ive done so far you'll be here a while if you read it)

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Impact and introduction
_ _ _ _ _
His first thoughts about his little predicament were that it was nothing like the anime he’d watched.
Finding yourself suddenly free falling from hundreds of thousands of feet in the sky was significantly more terrifying than it had seemed while cozied up in his bed, wrapped up in three-plus blankets and contently slurping his microwave ramen.
That said, he felt justified in screaming like a little girl. “Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit! Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit!” What was happening? Where was he? He had just stepped out of his house for a ramen run at the nearest gas station, and now this was happening. Great, just great, now he wasn’t going to be able to watch anymore anime- he stopped suddenly. “Oh, of course,” he muttered to himself, “That’s what’s going on here.” He was suddenly as stoic as a knight in shining armor as he plummeted through the sky, and he pushed the slightly problematic matter of falling out of his mind and focused on what would be important: His story. First: his name was Caen Eloso. He came from a strange other world with wondrous technology that left nothing to the imagination. Caen was what was in his third year at his school, Hansen Academy High School in Colorado Springs, Colorado, where teenagers his age were taught arithmetic, science and language punctuation before they went off into the world on their own. Colorado was one of fifty individually operating states in his home country called America, which was home to more than three hundred million people and overseen by a President.. America was located on one of 7 continents in his world, called Earth. There were a great many other countries besides America, of which he knew varying amounts about their cultures that he could give little tidbits of information about, but he figured he knew the most about Japan. Japan was basically heaven. The Japanese people were responsible for creating the best possible thing that his world had to offer, a wondrous thing called anime. He had dedicated his life to exploring every nook and cranny that was connected to the world of anime, and there was nothing that brought him more happiness than binging.
However, he figured he oughta remember some cooler stuff about Earth (he couldn’t really expect many people to weeb out with his stories without watching anime in person) if he ever found himself in a tight spot and needed to, say, entertain a dragon or something. Because…
He was ninety-nine percent sure that he had just been isekai’d.

That’s why, while plummeting to what seemed to be his inevitable doom, he kept a level head. Ignoring the previous screaming-like-a-five-year-old fit. Because, of course, anyone that was summoned to another world via falling from the sky always survived; it was kind of a given, otherwise the story wouldn’t get anywhere, duh. Whether it be due to some miraculous vitality, impossible superpowers, a one-time “safe-landing” provided by the dude that summoned them, or (and what he personally was hoping for) a rescue from some either super-shy or super-pissy elf hottie in possession of a huge rack… of swords, you pervert, that dressed in some skimpy armor (that really would do nothing to protect the vital organs, from a defensive standpoint) and who would kick off the protagonist’s harem.
When he actually gave it thought, he realized he wasn’t really all that interested in a harem, and kinda found the thought of one IRL gross. Like, did he even have to explain? But he knew that if he’d said that in an online chat with one of his internet buddies, they would definitely try to overrun his laptop with viruses. In what was now his previous life, he had had little to no experience with talking to girls, let alone “getting some action”. He really hadn’t seen the point, considering how difficult 3D girls were to handle. That said, he never really got into the hardcore otaku-type 2D obsession stuff, like buying lewd figurines and pasting posters all over your room and buying body pillows of your favorite waifu. He was just a hardcore watcher, and that kind of made-up for his lack of other tendencies. He would frequently spend 12+ hours a day shacked up in his room in 6 hour sessions of binging anime at 1.5 times speed; (he wanted to get in as much watching as possible) and that was only on weekdays. Yeah. With school. (Needless to say his grades weren’t exactly top notch) But weekends were another story, with him usually staying up till four in the morning on Friday night and then sleeping until twelve, when he would wake up and choose whether or not to eat before watching until he was told to get off, and then stuffing his fat face in the kitchen to his heart’s content. The point was, he had originally decided he didn’t want to “waste time” on a girlfriend. (Not that he was exactly confident he would be on anyone's radar if he were to try)
Anyways, more and more, (before he found himself falling from the sky of his new world) Caen had found himself feeling lonelier and more depressed as time went by, and so, he decided that in his new life he was going to quit his otaku and introvert tendencies and find the love of his life in what was to be his new world. Quite the goal.
With his mind made up, (this was some relatively quick thinking given the situation; he’d been falling for about four and a half minutes before coming upon this decision and entirely giving up on his old world and everything he had loved in it) (Besides his love of anime) he realized something… interesting. He hadn’t noticed it due to being lost in thought and not being capable of feeling it (probably his magical protection or something that came with being summoned), but he was currently a ball of flame. If he had been wearing clothes earlier during his fall, and he hadn’t actually bothered to check because of his little fit, they were long since burnt to a crisp. Even though he was certain he had a grasp on the situation, he couldn’t stop himself from freaking out just a little bit, especially as he felt himself growing closer and closer to the ground. ‘Alright, you can rescue me now,’ he muttered to himself, though his words were lost to the wind. His eyes widened. He realized he was too fast, far too fast. This entry was apparently going to be very flashy, which he wasn’t against, but… He could hardly gauge distance before he had halved it. Twenty thousand feet, ten thousand feet, five thousand, he broke through low hanging cloud cover, two thousand.. He shut his eyes as tight as he could and pulled his limbs in tight while covering his ears to brace himself and-
Boom.
_ _ _ _ _
Learning to walk and not-squirrels
_ _ _ _ _
The sound of impact deafens him. He instantaneously loses awareness of anything else besides the sound, but somehow remains conscious, unaware of if he had completely shattered into a million billion pieces or not. For time out of mind he couldn’t move any part of himself. His ears ring and his head throbbed something awful. He could not conceive what would make him capable of surviving a fall like that. Then, slowly, ever so slowly, he opened an eye to gauge his surroundings…
He was in a crater. Caen had expected as much, but his jaw literally dropped in surprise, something he thought no one actually did. It was at least eight hundred feet from edge-to-edge and four hundred feet deep, the ground smoldering, red-hot and smoky, but surprisingly only warm where he lay (thank you, summoners). He must’ve stayed stagnant longer than he thought for it to have cooled enough to touch. He slowly pushed himself into a seated position, sitting on his right leg and letting his left arm rest on his left leg, which he had bent at the knee. He once again surveyed his crater by twisting his head around.
Quite the entrance. “I guess this fits into the one-time no fall damage category…” he muttered to himself, running his hand through his hair, making note that it was surprisingly silky. “Cause there’s no way this is a vitality thing, right? Way too overpowered.” For a minute he sat like that, until he realized that something was tugging on the back of his mind. At first he ignored it like he would a buzzing insect, but it kept poking at his subconscious. And then he was hit with it with as much force as when his sister sent him to Jupiter for accidentally breaking her new phone; that wasn’t his voice. ‘Huh?’ Neither was that. His eyes darted to the sides of his vision where it gently rested on the sides of his face. His hair. It was much, much longer than it was in his old world, reaching as far as to hang below his pecs. It was shiny and straight, and didn’t look like it had ever been cut. But that didn’t startle him as much as its color did.
Caen thought back to the fairy tales and stuff of his childhood, and about how they tended to over exaggerate the features of their characters and the objects in them so that the average kid could understand it better, with phrases like “as beautiful as a freshly-picked flower”, “as strong as a bull”, “as bright as the sun itself”, and “as white as snow”. Well, now he wasn’t so assuming that those were mere stories and not just incredible experiences from the writers, because he was witnessing something impossibly… beautiful. Because his hair was white. A stark white, with an almost silvery sheen to it. Like when you wake up the morning after a snowstorm and open your window to see if school is canceled, and the snow blinds you when you look at it because it's reflecting the morning sun. Beautiful. He quite literally couldn’t think of another word for it. Slowly, he reached up to touch it again, once again feeling the impossibly smooth sensation. It glided over his fingers like water. And then he saw the fingers of his hand. Long and slender, perfect and unblemished. He was dumbfounded. ‘Are these really… mine?’ he asked quietly with his new voice. ‘A new body was always possible, I suppose, but I thought if that were to happen I would first have to be reincarnated and grow up with it myself. Did this body… come into existence just for me when I got here? I would hate it if I kicked out someone's soul so mine could stay here or whatever.’ He stood shakily. He was tall. Taller than in his other life, where he’d stood at around five-ten, Caen figured he was now around six-two. And, what he found almost as shocking as his hair, was that he was fit. Or perhaps thin would be a better word, something he had never been before. His stomach felt strange to him as it no longer bulged, and when on a whim he attempted the stretches he wasn’t close to being capable of before, he did so with ease. He could reach his feet when he sat and stretched out his legs, and he could even easily touch his toes. He was in the middle of attempting to put his foot behind his head when he realized he should probably get a move on and get out of there. He guessed that he most likely looked like a meteor for any settlement within a few hundred miles of his crash site. He quickly tapped his foot on a particularly smoldery-looking piece of earth to test if he could withstand the heat like before. He once again found it to be only pleasantly warm. With that reassurance in mind, he decided to get himself out of the crater. That was, before he realized he’d need to learn to walk again. He fell hard and broke his fall with his arms. His muscles felt unused and unfamiliar, though the movement of his arms came more naturally than the rest. At first, his legs were very wobbly and his knees shook and moved sharply if he strained them too much or too little, causing them to buckle and him to fall and roll back down to the center of the crater when he tried to walk out. It didn’t help that it was a pretty consistently steep climb to the edge. He must have been at it for at least an hour. But the distance was good practice for him, and with a lot of rolling in the scorched earth he finally managed to get himself to the edge. The adjustment period wasn’t that awful, considering, and he felt he should be kind of proud for learning so quickly. (At least that's how he thought of it) He stood up on the rim of the crater to see exactly where he was. A pretty considerable distance away he could see trees ringing the crater site, and he decided that he had landed in a forest. The further away from the edge the less burnt and bent the trees were, from the shockwave that came with the force of the impact, he decided. He sat down, leaned back and let his feet rest on the decline of the crater. It was incredible. It felt like he’d just woken up after twelve hours of sleep, and his mind was buzzing with activity like he hadn’t experienced before. Everything was so fresh. He didn’t feel tired or winded at all, and he saw everything in vivid detail, even though all there was to see was the smoldering earth and the forest in the distance. He even tried breathing in deep with his nose, but all he got was burnt dirt and he started coughing from the smokiness of it. Despite this, he smiled. He hadn’t felt like this in ages, a thought he had believed was reserved for seventy-year-olds after getting their backs adjusted by a chiropractor. He jumped up, deciding that the first thing he should do would be to find a settlement of some sort, or at least a stream so that he could drink some water. He wasn’t particularly thirsty, but the thought of a cool liquid down his throat made him shiver. He also wanted to eat something, and decided to keep an eye out for nuts or berries in the forest that looked innocent enough. And so he started his trek. Soon he was walking on long, springy grass and gazing at all kinds of fauna that was surprisingly familiar. He couldn’t really see a difference in the trees or bushes at first, but when he plucked a leaf from the low hanging branch of a tree that looked like the one in his backyard, he saw that the pattern of the veins was definitely different, if not by much. He could at least tell that, since he had played under that tree when he was little. He also saw a lot of strange forest critters, and his heightened senses picked up on their presences like a radar. Soon there were dozens of them watching him from the trees, giving him a wide berth but for some reason following, so he still caught a few glances. Most had bushy tails and large ears with short whiskers on their little snouts, and tiny little heads that looked like those of baby foxes. The overwhelming majority were a sandy brown, but a few times he also saw one that looked blue and one that looked red, and even one that was pink, but these were always directly in the shadows of the trees and bushes and would dart away as soon as he tried for a closer look. A different species that looked like a miniature boar no larger than a bowling ball, complete with tusks, a stubby tail and hooves, trotted directly trotted directly through his path with its head held high in what looked like a show of contempt before disappearing into a bush. It was totally adorable and he regretted not trying to pick it up before it had disappeared. He winced internally as he thought of how many of these balls of fluff were incinerated in his landing. Slowly, as he trekked on, the creatures became more and more daring, darting past him and soon getting in his full view shamelessly, but they didn’t seem to have any ill intent, so he really didn’t mind. At least, they didn’t look predatory. (though he inwardly didn’t trust that idea from his knowledge of anime) Suddenly, one that was much larger than the others, probably the pack leader, scurried directly in front of him and stood on its short hind legs, its arms drawn together. It was similar to the way squirrels “stood”. Caen paused mid-step. It had some sort of presence, and its pose seemed to indicate that it wanted him to sit down so they could have a conversation. Unlike the other not-squirrels, (as he decided to temporarily call them) this one’s coat looked much fluffier and was a rich, chocolate brown, and its ears had white tufts at the ends. Its tail twitched and he also noticed that towards the tip of it the hair was also white. It gave off some sort of aura. Caen crouched. ‘Hey there, little guy. What can I do for you?’ He asked in the same voice he would use for a cute dog or other friendly animal. It tilted its head and he had to stop himself from launching at it in a surprise hug attack. It stared at him for a little longer. Then, out of nowhere, it beckoned to him with a little arm, turned, and started running off. For a second, Caen stayed crouched, dumbfounded at what he’d just witnessed, until dozens of the hiding squirrels started running in the same direction as the big one. He shook it off and decided this was supposed to be his first big event in his story, and so he started sprinting after it, because these little guys were speedy. He ran for more than ten minutes, almost losing track of the pack until he caught glimpses of a bushy tail or fluffy ears that kept him on their trail. Since his endurance was off the charts now, he actually enjoyed the chase, and took the opportunity to breathe in the rich forest aroma as he ran. Soon, he broke out into a small clearing, where he saw the leader “standing” beside the mouth of a cave. The once again shy not-squirrels all hid in the trees and bushes that surrounded the clearing, and all he could see were their cute little button eyes glimmering in the leaves. There must have been hundreds of them. He hesitatingly walked over to the giant not-squirrel (because that was what it was in comparison) and crouched down again. ‘Do you want me to go inside there?’ He asked, pointing at the cave, and turning his gaze to the eyes of the creature. It stared at him uncomprehendingly, its black eyes giving no indication of some great intelligence that secretly lurked. He sighed. ‘Might as well,’ he muttered, walking over the cave entrance. It was as dark as one would imagine, but there appeared to be a faint candle light of sorts dancing on the walls around a bend about a hundred feet in. It also smelled heavily like some sort of crushed herb he was unfamiliar with. It almost overshadowed the rancid smell of rotting flesh. He narrowed his eyes at the giant not-squirrel and the rest of the pack hiding in the bushes before walking in. There was definitely something alive in here, and from the smell, it or they were dying.
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Elf hotties and magic
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The further into the cave he went, the more overwhelming the stench of death became. Caen gave himself a second to regain his composure, then covered his nose as he turned the bend. His eyes widened in shock. A pretty girl with silver hair and sharply tipped ears lay upon a bed of leaves, naked save several fern leaves that provided her the barest of modesty. Her form was softly illuminated by several low burning candles that framed her. A singular giant fern rested on her stomach, covering where James guessed the mortal wound was inflicted. Her eyes were closed and she breathed shallowly, and sweat was beaded all over her body. The different colored not-squirrels he had seen earlier were all gathered there, watching her intently, but quickly turned their heads as they heard his bare feet shuffling on the stone floor. All three of them were there, the red, blue, and pink furred not-squirrels, as well as a green one that he hadn’t seen before. They stared at him for several seconds before all but the green not-squirrels scurried behind him. The green one leaned its head down and seemed to whisper something in the ear of the elf. Caen’s world slowed. Her eyes crept open, a rich, deep purple that seemed to shimmer with silver dust like stars. She ever so slightly turned her head to look at the not-squirrel questioningly, and then her gaze drifted to Caen. As their eyes met, he felt a shiver and a volt of electricity passed invisibly between them through their gaze. Her eyes widened with what looked like disbelief, and she smiled at him ever so softly. Caen felt entranced. There was something special about this girl, something so very special, and he felt a stirring in his chest that made his stomach twinge, but not unpleasantly. She beckoned to him with a finger and he slowly approached her and knelt. Those few steps, with her eyes fixated on his, and his on hers, felt like eternity, and he couldn’t break the gaze if he wanted. ‘Greetings, White One.’ She said softly, still not breaking eye contact. Her voice sounded as though it were made to sing. ‘I apologize… I… was meant to be there to greet you upon your arrival. The best I could manage was providing you a safe entrance from the heavens.’ She said sadly, and a tear welled up in the corner of her eye. He hesitatingly reached out a hand and cupped her face, gently wiping away the tear with his thumb. She shouldn’t cry. He knew that, somehow, that it was wrong, that she shouldn’t ever have to experience sadness like that. She breathed in sharply at his touch, and then her gaze softened. ‘Who… are you?’ He asked quietly. She smiled sadly and tears flowed freely on the back of his hand. ‘Unfortunately, I don’t have the leisure to cry with you. I am glad that my friends were able to escort you here and provide you with safe company, for the forest is a very dangerous place, but… more than that, I am glad that I was able to see you… at… least once…’
Her eyes drifted closed. He quickly grabbed her arm and was hugely relieved to find a pulse, ever so faint.
She is so close to death, White One.
She has been holding out so that she could meet you, White One.
She has been waiting so very long for you, White One.
She spent what little mana she had left providing you safe entry into our world, White one.
These sweet-sounding voices echoed in his mind, though all of melancholy tone. He slowly stood and turned to face the not-squirrels.
Please save our Silver Lady, White One.
This voice was deep and strained with pain and suffering. In front of him stood the pack leader. He sat just in front of the other four not-squirrels, all mimicking his position. All Caen could do was nod, even though he was dazed and had no idea how he would be able to help her at all. ‘Show me the wound.’ he declared in a voice that sounded much more confident than he felt.
The four different colored not-squirrels glanced at the leader, and, the words still echoing inside of Caen’s mind like before, he said, ‘Do as the White One proclaims.’ They unhesitatingly scurried to their “Silver Lady” and carefully removed the large fern. Caen did not react how he thought he would. He saw it and his body shook, but not with disgust, or surprise, or horror, but with rage. He clenched his fists and the muscles in his arms grew taut as his fingernails dug into his palms. Her stomach had been ferociously torn open, revealing a sight that was best kept undescribed. His voice shook with power as he spat, “Who… Who did this… to her?”
His head snapped to the not-squirrel leader, his wild, hateful eyes boring into the creature. “We do not know, White One,
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2024.05.17 05:37 deadagoniac E. 2000’s Critter

E. 2000’s Critter
I was looking through some of my old catalogs and found this lol. Does anyone happen to have one? Would love to get one for my homies golden
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2024.05.17 05:33 Informal_Stand3669 Why don’t we all just normalize wearing pajamas to the airport?

People can be weird about wearing pajamas out saying it’s gross and not a good look, but I think the airport is an appropriate place especially if you literally woke up at like 2am to get to the airport, security check would be simpler with less belt buckles, accessories, or complicated shoes, and then you’re more comfortable sleeping on the plane
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2024.05.17 05:20 RougeTimelord [WTS/WTT] Geissele Mk16 15", VMX-3T, Ameriglo Night Sights, and free extras

Timestamp: https://imgur.com/a/UXhtFwf
Alright lads, please help get this stuff out of my spare parts drawer!
First up, Bendy Billy Mk16 rail in black and 15 inches long. Before you get too hyped here's the heartbreaking news: it's a blemula and it has the super ultra mega duty center tab. I'm pricing it so you won't feel as bad when you're taking a belt sander to the tab in an extremely Bubba-esque manic episode so you can mount it to your upper. Hell if you can stand to listen to "tight tolerances" and "matched components" for long enough, Billiam might even sell you the uber super doody upper. I got it in a trade so I know about round counts, it has some signs of use tho. See em for yourself SV: $175 🚢, TV: $175
Next up, Vortex VMX-3T. Will it get you clout on insta? No, but you will be able to see your targets from a bit further away. Got it off here, don't remember what the round count from the previous owner was anymore. I put maybe 2-300 rounds of 22LR on her. Previous owner did the rattle can job, but I'll strip it off for you if you say please. SV: $90 🚢, TV: $90
If you wanna just go full send, I'll bundle the rail and magnifier for $250 🚢
Lastly, a pair of Ameriglo night sights. I got them used on ebay and realized they were tall as fuck. Eyeballing the measurements, I believe that they are GL-481s (white outline and black rear) but with a black serrated rear instead of flat black. Front sight has the date code "LF," which I think means Feb 2023 manufacture? It's definitely more recent than 2022. Do it glow tho? Yes. $40 🚢 SV, $40 TV
I promised some freebies, either as an add on or you pay shipping (~$5 in lower 48): - TLR-7 Sub 1913 jaws and Tac Dev X Macro key. Got this with my light, but I'm a Glock user. No clue what happened to it, but it looks like someone tried to trim it with a dull knife. Will not come with the E-Clip tool. - LAS marked plastic overhooks, for 1.5" belt. Untouched except for removing them from the holster. Comes with all of the hardware, and optionally the vibratite.
Trades I'll consider: - Overwatch Precision Tac trigger, either just the shoe or on a slimline (43/43x/48) trigger bar. - Ranger Proof Vex trigger, same deal. - OEM Glock 43x/48 mags, have to be 10 rounders because I live in commie territory 😭 - Shield Arms Carry Magwell for 43x/48, gotta be black. - Cool muzzle devices, like the FCD 6315KM or SF Warcomps. Yes, it's legal to send me them.
Edit 2: - Light and packable rain shells. Show me whatcha got. - Not really a value add, but if you got trout fishing tips please hit my line, those fish do NOT want me
Comment then DM, I will not respond to you if you don't comment first and I will not message you first. Lmk if I'm off on prices. >11 flair can opt for G&S if you pay the fee. Lower flair ships first for trades.
Edit: default payment method is PayPal F&F with no notes, if you absolutely can not use PayPal we can sort something out.
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