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2024.05.17 10:11 Joy1067 Of Arrogance and Valor
“Incredible!”
The rebel reeled from the punch, the fist slamming through his protective helmet and cracking his jaw. He choked out a sob at the pain and the feeling of several of his teeth being knocked down his throat.
“This? This is what you send to try and rebel against the Imperium?! THIS?!”
A harsh kick was sent into the rebels stomach, making him cough up the rations he had that morning and a few of the once missing teeth. He grabbed his stomach and his body made to tilt forward and lay in the dust.
Only he was stopped as an armored gauntlet grabbed him by the throat and forced him to stand. His hands came up and grabbed at his attackers wrist as he stared into his own grim reaper.
Said killer wore the helmet of the Macraggian Auxilia, his faceplate being that of a stylized skull. His rank was shown proudly in the form of a centurions plum, blue and white horsehair picked out atop a gilded mount on the top of his helmet.
“Incredible. It’s truly incredible what passes for rebellion these days hm?”
The soldiers behind the centurion laughed or smiled as they watched their leader hoist the rebel up as if the rebel was some game beast that was just recently hunted. Pressure in the form of steam shot out of the centurions wrist, betraying the hidden augmented limb under the armor. The rebel tried to speak, scratching at the Centurion’s arm.
“What? Speak up damn you, and speak clearly. I have no time or patience to hear some long speech about tyranny or whatever else. We have your city to burn insurgent.”
And burn it would. Two large tanks with massive flamers could be seen in the back, protected by infantry and assault vehicles. The main force would break the walls, the infantry would kill the people, and the tanks would burn the rest to ashes.
“Aghh….thill….you….thasard!”
The rebel said, spitting blood and bone fragments from his shattered jaw through what was left of his faceplate.
“Ah. Nothing interesting to say. Oh well.”
The rebel tried in vain to speak again but was silenced as the centurion forced a power gladius through his mouth. He was then unceremoniously dropped to the dust, choking on blood as he watched the Macraggian soldiers march on his home. The last thing he saw before dying was his killer, taking his helmet off and smiling in a wide, cocky manner. ————————————————————————
“Don’t spare the body men, he was a rebel. March over him.”
Tiberius Victor, Centurion of the 3rd Macraggain Legion, yelled as he wiped the grim that had built up over his helmet. He scowled at the filth that adorned his armor and sighed.
“Bloody rebels will pay for more than just rebellion. Look at this! They scratched my faceplate! And that bastard I just killed dared to spit blood at me! Oh they will pay tenfold.”
He chuckled and shrugged as he replaced his helmet. He rolled his head and drew the lapistol he had holstered at his side. He examined it for a moment before shaking his head.
“Ugh….to easy.”
He holstered the pistol again and flourished his gladius as he grabbed the handholds of a Leman Russ tank that was about to pass him by. He climbed up until he stood on top of the tank and crouched down, using his newfound height to look over his army and the objective.
The city was massive….but so were the last three he had burned. Both Imperial Army and even Ultramarine Legion Command had told him he was too far ahead and that he needed to slow down. But where was the fun in that? Besides, the campaign has been far too easy thus far. He had suffered very few casualties, his men were never hungry and his tanks never ran dry on fuel, and the enemy bled. Oh how they bled.
He sighed.
“Easy. Far too easy. Captain?”
The command hatch the tank he rode popped open and a woman in the dirty coveralls and goggled helmet of a tank commander. She looked around, rubbing her eyes before turning and smiling widely. She gave a crisp salute, one which he lazily returned, before nodding.
“Aye my Centurion?”
“Do we have any more wine about? I’m parched from all these victories we keep piling on.”
The captain cringed then turned towards the city.
“Uh….my centurion? Wouldn’t you rather have some water?”
Tiberius turned his head towards the captain, the tilt of his head betraying the cocky smile hidden beneath that the captain and the rest of the army had come to love and hate.
“Captain….are you questioning me?”
“I-no! No, of course not my centurion! But uh….well….”
He made a ‘go on’ motion with his hand, not bothering to stand up from the relaxed position he had taken. He had laid down on his side, his sword hand having sheathed his gladius to prop his head up.
“Well….shouldn’t uh….shouldn’t wine be saved for victory?”
The centurion stared at her for a moment. A very long moment. Perhaps….to long of a moment.
“I….I apologize my centurion! I will-“
Laughter. The centurion was laughing, something he rarely did outside of combat or when around the campfires at night. He laughed loudly and caught the attention of several other Auxilia soldiers.
“True! Haha! I knew I kept you around for something Captain. Fine, me and you shall share the first bottle of wine after that….excuse for a city burns. Return to your duties captain.”
He waved the captain off then turned his head back to the city, not moving out of his relaxed position. She knew better then to consider him lazy or incompetent, she had seen him in action.
She saluted and quickly went back down into her tank. ————————————————————————
He held his helmet in the crook of his arm. He breathed in deeply, smiling as he watched the city burn. Something grabbed his boot and looked down, only to scowl in disgust.
A woman, her lower half aflame with one leg missing, held onto his boot and shin guard.
“Please….mercy! We surrender!”
He raised an eyebrow and followed the trail the rebel left in the dust to see several more wounded and scared rebels. One held up a white rag on a piece of rebar as a white flag.
Several of his auxilia aimed their rifles at the rebels as a sergeant began to moved forward with a pair of restraints.
He was stopped by Tiberius’s sword.
“Sergeant? What are you doing?”
“Uh…taking prisoners sir?”
The centurion tilted his head and smiled widely.
“Prisoners? I don’t recall ordering anyone to take prisoners.”
He lifted his boot and stomped on the wounded woman’s head, smiling wickedly at the crunch he heard under his foot.
“Uh….no my Centurion but legion command has-“
“Legion command? You are taking orders from Ultramarines instead of telling me that such orders have come through?”
“There was no time sir! The orders came fro-“
Tiberius put his helmet on and shoved the sergeant to the side, ripping the rifle from the soldiers hands.
“I see no space marines here soldier. I see soldiers and I see rebels. We kill rebels because we are soldiers.”
He took aim at the closest rebel, put his finger on the trigger and-
“Thats enough Centurion.”
He stopped. He slowly turned his head towards the new, feminine voice behind him.
“Excuse me troo-“
He stopped again and stared. She had to have been 10 feet or at least close, this goddess in blue and gold. Her short, cropped hair was golden blonde and a green, metallic laurel wreath was wrapped around her head to add to her noble features. She came with several ultramarines as an honor guard in tow but he was sure she could handle anything thrown her way with ease.
“The Lady of Macragge.”
He whispered in awe before looking around. Those under his command had shared his awe but where he shook himself free, the rest still stared.
“Damn you all, our Lady is here! Bow damn you! All of you bow!”
He paced up and down the line, ensuring his auxilia bowed. He then turned towards the rebels and pointed at the guards who stood over them.
“Them too, cmon now. Bow!”
The rebels resisted the guards orders and movements. The centurions rage grew as he stormed over and pulled his gladius from its sheath.
“I command thee BOW.”
He sliced the back of the knees of one of the captives, the man yelping in pain before yelling in agony from his nearly cut tendons. The rest fell in line quickly.
Tiberius marched towards the Primarch, her honor guard bringing their weapons to bare only for him to kneel down and stab his gladius into the dirt.
“My Lady. Centurion Tiberius Victor of the 3rd Macraggian Legion reporting.”
The Primarch stared down at the Centurion before her eyes went up and around. She took note of the rather large number of prisoners and the burning cityscape around them.
“A good campaign Centurion?”
Tiberius nodded, smiling widely under his helmet.
“Yes my Lady. I only wish it weren’t so boring, so easy! But it is done.”
It took every ounce of self control to not scowl at his arrogant and cocky nature. He spoke as if he had stomped on a bug rather than a rebels skull. Yet….something about him caught her attention.
“Remove your helm centurion.”
He did so without delay, removing his helmet and setting it at her feet. His hair was cut in the traditional military ‘high and tight’ fashion and he was mostly clean cut save for a well trimmed mustache that went no further than the corners of his mouth.
“I recall telling my command staff to recall you back as you had pushed to far ahead. Yet we stand here at the city we were meant to take, the one we were meant to hold. The one….that is currently burning to ashes around us. What do you have to say for yourself Centurion?”
He said nothing for a long time. Then, to her surprise, he laughed. The auxilia around them slowly looked at each other, their faces hidden beneath their helmets but all were worried or tense.
“Hahah! Ah….I say mission accomplished my Lady. I also say that this light really brings out the color of your eyes.”
He laughed again and slowly stood up while extending his arms out wide.
“I say I give you the best gift this galaxy can offer to someone like you from someone like me.”
His smile grew into the same cocky, full of himself grin those under his command knew so well.
“I give you victory, my Lady Juno.”
He held his gladius up and flourished it, letting the blade catch the firelight of a dying city.
“Victory.”
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The rebel reeled from the punch, the fist slamming through his protective helmet and cracking his jaw. He choked out a sob at the pain and the feeling of several of his teeth being knocked down his throat.
“This? This is what you send to try and rebel against the Imperium?! THIS?!”
A harsh kick was sent into the rebels stomach, making him cough up the rations he had that morning and a few of the once missing teeth. He grabbed his stomach and his body made to tilt forward and lay in the dust.
Only he was stopped as an armored gauntlet grabbed him by the throat and forced him to stand. His hands came up and grabbed at his attackers wrist as he stared into his own grim reaper.
Said killer wore the helmet of the Macraggian Auxilia, his faceplate being that of a stylized skull. His rank was shown proudly in the form of a centurions plum, blue and white horsehair picked out atop a gilded mount on the top of his helmet.
“Incredible. It’s truly incredible what passes for rebellion these days hm?”
The soldiers behind the centurion laughed or smiled as they watched their leader hoist the rebel up as if the rebel was some game beast that was just recently hunted. Pressure in the form of steam shot out of the centurions wrist, betraying the hidden augmented limb under the armor. The rebel tried to speak, scratching at the Centurion’s arm.
“What? Speak up damn you, and speak clearly. I have no time or patience to hear some long speech about tyranny or whatever else. We have your city to burn insurgent.”
And burn it would. Two large tanks with massive flamers could be seen in the back, protected by infantry and assault vehicles. The main force would break the walls, the infantry would kill the people, and the tanks would burn the rest to ashes.
“Aghh….thill….you….thasard!”
The rebel said, spitting blood and bone fragments from his shattered jaw through what was left of his faceplate.
“Ah. Nothing interesting to say. Oh well.”
The rebel tried in vain to speak again but was silenced as the centurion forced a power gladius through his mouth. He was then unceremoniously dropped to the dust, choking on blood as he watched the Macraggian soldiers march on his home. The last thing he saw before dying was his killer, taking his helmet off and smiling in a wide, cocky manner. ————————————————————————
“Don’t spare the body men, he was a rebel. March over him.”
Tiberius Victor, Centurion of the 3rd Macraggain Legion, yelled as he wiped the grim that had built up over his helmet. He scowled at the filth that adorned his armor and sighed.
“Bloody rebels will pay for more than just rebellion. Look at this! They scratched my faceplate! And that bastard I just killed dared to spit blood at me! Oh they will pay tenfold.”
He chuckled and shrugged as he replaced his helmet. He rolled his head and drew the lapistol he had holstered at his side. He examined it for a moment before shaking his head.
“Ugh….to easy.”
He holstered the pistol again and flourished his gladius as he grabbed the handholds of a Leman Russ tank that was about to pass him by. He climbed up until he stood on top of the tank and crouched down, using his newfound height to look over his army and the objective.
The city was massive….but so were the last three he had burned. Both Imperial Army and even Ultramarine Legion Command had told him he was too far ahead and that he needed to slow down. But where was the fun in that? Besides, the campaign has been far too easy thus far. He had suffered very few casualties, his men were never hungry and his tanks never ran dry on fuel, and the enemy bled. Oh how they bled.
He sighed.
“Easy. Far too easy. Captain?”
The command hatch the tank he rode popped open and a woman in the dirty coveralls and goggled helmet of a tank commander. She looked around, rubbing her eyes before turning and smiling widely. She gave a crisp salute, one which he lazily returned, before nodding.
“Aye my Centurion?”
“Do we have any more wine about? I’m parched from all these victories we keep piling on.”
The captain cringed then turned towards the city.
“Uh….my centurion? Wouldn’t you rather have some water?”
Tiberius turned his head towards the captain, the tilt of his head betraying the cocky smile hidden beneath that the captain and the rest of the army had come to love and hate.
“Captain….are you questioning me?”
“I-no! No, of course not my centurion! But uh….well….”
He made a ‘go on’ motion with his hand, not bothering to stand up from the relaxed position he had taken. He had laid down on his side, his sword hand having sheathed his gladius to prop his head up.
“Well….shouldn’t uh….shouldn’t wine be saved for victory?”
The centurion stared at her for a moment. A very long moment. Perhaps….to long of a moment.
“I….I apologize my centurion! I will-“
Laughter. The centurion was laughing, something he rarely did outside of combat or when around the campfires at night. He laughed loudly and caught the attention of several other Auxilia soldiers.
“True! Haha! I knew I kept you around for something Captain. Fine, me and you shall share the first bottle of wine after that….excuse for a city burns. Return to your duties captain.”
He waved the captain off then turned his head back to the city, not moving out of his relaxed position. She knew better then to consider him lazy or incompetent, she had seen him in action.
She saluted and quickly went back down into her tank. ————————————————————————
He held his helmet in the crook of his arm. He breathed in deeply, smiling as he watched the city burn. Something grabbed his boot and looked down, only to scowl in disgust.
A woman, her lower half aflame with one leg missing, held onto his boot and shin guard.
“Please….mercy! We surrender!”
He raised an eyebrow and followed the trail the rebel left in the dust to see several more wounded and scared rebels. One held up a white rag on a piece of rebar as a white flag.
Several of his auxilia aimed their rifles at the rebels as a sergeant began to moved forward with a pair of restraints.
He was stopped by Tiberius’s sword.
“Sergeant? What are you doing?”
“Uh…taking prisoners sir?”
The centurion tilted his head and smiled widely.
“Prisoners? I don’t recall ordering anyone to take prisoners.”
He lifted his boot and stomped on the wounded woman’s head, smiling wickedly at the crunch he heard under his foot.
“Uh….no my Centurion but legion command has-“
“Legion command? You are taking orders from Ultramarines instead of telling me that such orders have come through?”
“There was no time sir! The orders came fro-“
Tiberius put his helmet on and shoved the sergeant to the side, ripping the rifle from the soldiers hands.
“I see no space marines here soldier. I see soldiers and I see rebels. We kill rebels because we are soldiers.”
He took aim at the closest rebel, put his finger on the trigger and-
“Thats enough Centurion.”
He stopped. He slowly turned his head towards the new, feminine voice behind him.
“Excuse me troo-“
He stopped again and stared. She had to have been 10 feet or at least close, this goddess in blue and gold. Her short, cropped hair was golden blonde and a green, metallic laurel wreath was wrapped around her head to add to her noble features. She came with several ultramarines as an honor guard in tow but he was sure she could handle anything thrown her way with ease.
“The Lady of Macragge.”
He whispered in awe before looking around. Those under his command had shared his awe but where he shook himself free, the rest still stared.
“Damn you all, our Lady is here! Bow damn you! All of you bow!”
He paced up and down the line, ensuring his auxilia bowed. He then turned towards the rebels and pointed at the guards who stood over them.
“Them too, cmon now. Bow!”
The rebels resisted the guards orders and movements. The centurions rage grew as he stormed over and pulled his gladius from its sheath.
“I command thee BOW.”
He sliced the back of the knees of one of the captives, the man yelping in pain before yelling in agony from his nearly cut tendons. The rest fell in line quickly.
Tiberius marched towards the Primarch, her honor guard bringing their weapons to bare only for him to kneel down and stab his gladius into the dirt.
“My Lady. Centurion Tiberius Victor of the 3rd Macraggian Legion reporting.”
The Primarch stared down at the Centurion before her eyes went up and around. She took note of the rather large number of prisoners and the burning cityscape around them.
“A good campaign Centurion?”
Tiberius nodded, smiling widely under his helmet.
“Yes my Lady. I only wish it weren’t so boring, so easy! But it is done.”
It took every ounce of self control to not scowl at his arrogant and cocky nature. He spoke as if he had stomped on a bug rather than a rebels skull. Yet….something about him caught her attention.
“Remove your helm centurion.”
He did so without delay, removing his helmet and setting it at her feet. His hair was cut in the traditional military ‘high and tight’ fashion and he was mostly clean cut save for a well trimmed mustache that went no further than the corners of his mouth.
“I recall telling my command staff to recall you back as you had pushed to far ahead. Yet we stand here at the city we were meant to take, the one we were meant to hold. The one….that is currently burning to ashes around us. What do you have to say for yourself Centurion?”
He said nothing for a long time. Then, to her surprise, he laughed. The auxilia around them slowly looked at each other, their faces hidden beneath their helmets but all were worried or tense.
“Hahah! Ah….I say mission accomplished my Lady. I also say that this light really brings out the color of your eyes.”
He laughed again and slowly stood up while extending his arms out wide.
“I say I give you the best gift this galaxy can offer to someone like you from someone like me.”
His smile grew into the same cocky, full of himself grin those under his command knew so well.
“I give you victory, my Lady Juno.”
He held his gladius up and flourished it, letting the blade catch the firelight of a dying city.
“Victory.”
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M4A4 Daybreak (Factory New), B/O: $309.51
StatTrak™ AK-47 Aquamarine Revenge (Factory New), B/O: $305.43
AK-47 Case Hardened (Well-Worn), B/O: $196.38
StatTrak™ M4A4 Temukau (Minimal Wear), B/O: $174.64
P90 Run and Hide (Field-Tested), B/O: $167.03
AWP Asiimov (Field-Tested), B/O: $153.33
Souvenir SSG 08 Death Strike (Minimal Wear), B/O: $140.00
M4A1-S Printstream (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $124.70
StatTrak™ M4A1-S Golden Coil (Field-Tested), B/O: $117.48
AWP Asiimov (Well-Worn), B/O: $115.97
StatTrak™ Desert Eagle Printstream (Minimal Wear), B/O: $112.96
StatTrak™ AK-47 Asiimov (Minimal Wear), B/O: $110.85
Souvenir M4A1-S Master Piece (Well-Worn), B/O: $102.42
AK-47 Bloodsport (Minimal Wear), B/O: $100.53
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2024.05.17 09:04 sahil_parakh30 [Store] Crownfall 2024/August 2023 Collectors/Diretide 2022/Aghanim's/Nemestice/TI10/TI9/TI8/TI7 Collector's Caches Sets
350+/1800$ Gift Trades in 6 years
Made a Google doc because the list is long
MY Trade ReputationYOUR FAVOURITE SELLER IS BACK FOR 6TH YEAR IN A ROW. CHECK MY REP THREAD
CACHE Price Increases as I stock out & Reservation is Compulsory
Want Paypal/Zelle/Venmo/GooglePay/PayTm worth the listed Amount or Items (1.2x - STEAM TAX). I will not go first. The link to add me :LINK to ADD ME
Crownfall Treasure Chest 1 & 2 (Buy 3+ More at 10% / 6+ More at 20% / 9+ More at 30% discount)
| Item | Quantity | Price | Type | Reserved |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Owly Bear (URSA) | 1 | 25$ or Items | Ultra Rare Treasure 2 | Only ONE |
| Mocking Bird (Meepo) | 4 | 20$ or Items | Very Rare Treasure 1 | None |
| Ravencloak (Drow Ranger) | 2 | 50$ or Items | Very Rare Treasure 2 | One Reserved Last Left |
| Whispering Wings (Silencer) | 6 | 8$ or Items | Rare Treasure 1 | None |
| Crown of the Condor (Wraith King) | 6 | 8.5$ or Items | Rare Treasure 1 | One Sold 5 Left |
| Thunderbird (Zeus) | 5 | 7$ or Items | Rare Treasure 2 | None |
| Birdfeed Bandit (Hood Wink) | 4 | 8$ or Items | Rare Treasure 2 | None |
| Blood Raven (Blood Seeker) | 10 | 2.5$ or Items | Treasure 1 | None |
| Tines of the Pyrexae (Jakiro) | 8 | 2.5$ or Items | Treasure 1 | None |
| Imperial Ember (Lina) | 8 | 2.5$ or Items | Treasure 1 | None |
| Designs of Ancient Druud (Disruptor) | 8 | 2.5$ or Items | Treasure 1 | None |
| Verdant Swarm (Nature Prophet) | 8 | 2.5$ or Items | Treasure 1 | None |
| Phalanx of the Bronze Eagle (Legion Commander -LC) | 8 | 2.5$ or Items | Treasure 1 | None |
| Raven of Ristul (Queen of Pain) | 8 | 2.5$ or Items | Treasure 1 | None |
| Eyes in the Endless Dark (Shadow Shaman) | 8 | 2.5$ or Items | Treasure 1 | None |
| Crystalline Crown (Ancient Apparition) | 6 | 2.5$ or Items | Treasure 2 | None |
| Flight of the Gryphon Lord (Keeper of the Light) | 6 | 2.5$ or Items | Treasure 2 | None |
| Lionheart (Omnikinght | 6 | 2.5$ or Items | Treasure 2 | None |
| Song of the Sea Lotus (Naga Siren) | 7 | 2.5$ or Items | Treasure 2 | None |
| Keeper of the Nether-Lens (Pugna) | 6 | 2.5$ or Items | Treasure 2 | None |
| Twitcher (Timker) | 7 | 2.5$ or Items | Treasure 2 | None |
| Highborn Heretic (Skywrath Mage | 7 | 2.5$ or Items | Treasure 2 | None |
| Mischief of the Winter Moth (Puck) | 6 | 2.5$ or Items | Treasure 2 | None |
AUGUST 2023 Collectors Cache (Buy 3+ More at 10%/ 6+ More at 20%/ 9+ More at 30% discount)
| Item | Quantity | Price | Type | Reserved |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Snailfire (SnapFire) | 2 | 25$ or Items | Very Rare Cache Set | None |
| Brightfist (Marci) | 5 | 18$ or Items | Rare Cache Set | Three Sold One Reserved Last Left |
| Dezun Viper (Dazzle) | 5 | 4$ or Items | Cache Set | One Sold One Reserved |
| Primeval Abomination (Primal Beast) | 5 | 5.5$ or Items | Cache Set | Two Sold |
| Astral Herald (Dawnbreaker) | 5 | 5.5$ or Items | Cache Set | Two Sold |
| Spectral Shadow (Abaddon) | 5 | 3.5$ or Items | Cache Set | None |
| Taur Rider (Alchemist) | 5 | 4$ or Items | Cache Set | One Sold |
| Crescent Huntress (Spectre) | 5 | 4$ or Items | Cache Set | One Sold |
| Tyrant of the Veil (Wraith King) | 5 | 5.5$ or Items | Cache Set | Two Sold |
| Tomo'kan Footsoldier (Hoodwink) | 5 | 5$ or Items | Cache Set | One Sold |
| Darkwood Eulogy (Death Prophet) | 5 | 3.5$ or Items | Cache Set | None |
| Sea Spirit (Kunkka) | 5 | 4$ or Items | Cache Set | One Sold |
| Triumph of the Imperatrix (Legion Commander) | 5 | 4$ or Items | Cache Set | None |
| Beast of Thunder (Storm Spirit) | 5 | 5.5$ or Items | Cache Set | Two Sold |
| Ancestral Heritage (Jakiro) | 5 | 4$ or Items | Cache Set | One Sold |
Ultra Rare Immortals 2022
| Item | Quantity | Price | Type | Reserved |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Bloodfeather Finery (Queen of Pain) | 1 | 15$ or Items | Ultra Rare Immortal 2 | LastLeft |
Diretide Collectors Cache-2 2022
| Item | Quantity | Price | Type | Reserved |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Sublime Equilibrium (Void Spirit) | 2 | 45$ or Items | Very Rare Direteide Collectors Cache | One Sold Last Left |
| Grudges of the Gallows Tree (Treant) | 6 | 15$ or Items | Rare Direteide Collectors Cache 2 | Five Sold Last Left |
| War Rig Eradicators (Techies) | 5 | 8$ or Items | Direteide Collectors Cache 2 | Three Sold |
| Sacred Chamber Guardian (Huskar) | 5 | 7$ or Items | Direteide Collectors Cache 2 | Two Sold One Reserved |
| Acrimonies of Obsession (Vengeful Spirit) | 5 | 7.5$ or Items | Direteide Collectors Cache 2 | One Sold |
| Freeboot Fortunes (Ogre Magi) | 5 | 4.5$ or Items | Direteide Collectors Cache 2 | None |
| Withering Pain (Clinkz) | 5 | 6$ or Items | Direteide Collectors Cache 2 | Two Sold |
| Darkfeather Factioneer (Phantom Assassin) | 5 | 8$ or Items | Direteide Collectors Cache 2 | Three Sold |
| Feasts of Forever (Night Stalker) | 5 | 5.5$ or Items | Direteide Collectors Cache 2 | Two Sold |
| Cursed Cryptbreaker (Pudge) | 5 | 5.5$ or Items | Direteide Collectors Cache 2 | Two Sold |
| Dawn of Darkness Foretold (Doom) | 5 | 10$ or Items | Direteide Collectors Cache 2 | Three Sold |
| The Wilding Tiger (Brewmaster) | 5 | 11$ or Items | Direteide Collectors Cache 2 | Four Sold Last Left |
| Transcendent Path (Oracle) | 5 | 7.5$ or Items | Direteide Collectors Cache 2 | Two Sold |
| Darkbrew´s Transgression (Alchemist) | 5 | 10$ or Items | Direteide Collectors Cache 2 | Four Sold Last Left |
| Grand Suppressor (Silencer) | 5 | 4.5$ or Items | Direteide Collectors Cache 2 | One Sold |
| Bird of Prey (Legion Commander) | 5 | 7.5$ or Items | Direteide Collectors Cache 2 | Three Sold |
Diretide Collectors Cache 2022
| Item | Quantity | Price | Type | Reserved |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Blue Horizons(Marci) | 4 | 16$ or Items | Rare Direteide Collectors Cache | Three Sold Last Left |
| Hounds of Obsession (Chen) | 3 | 7.5$ or Items | Direteide Collectors Cache | Two Sold Last Left |
| Seadog's Stash (Clockwerk) | 3 | 6$ or Items | Direteide Collectors Cache | One Sold |
| Starlorn Adjudicator (Dawn Breaker) | 3 | 11$ | Direteide Collectors Cache | Two Sold Last Left |
| 3 | 18.5$ | Direteide Collectors Cache | ||
| Crimson Dawn (Phoenix) | 3 | 7$ or Items | Direteide Collectors Cache | Two Sold Last Left |
| Forgotten Station (Terrorblade) | 3 | 4.5$ or Items | Direteide Collectors Cache | None |
| Dirge Amplifier (Undying) | 3 | 5.5$ or Items | Direteide Collectors Cache | One Sold |
| Champion of the Fire Lotus (Monkey King) | 3 | 7.5$ or Items | Direteide Collectors Cache | Two Sold Last Left |
| Deathstitch Shaman (Witch Doctor) | 3 | 5.5$ or Items | Direteide Collectors Cache | One Sold |
Aghanim's Continuum Cache 2021 / Ti-11
| Item | Quantity | Price | Type | Reserved |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Scales of the Shadow Walker (Phantom Lancer) | 4 | 12$ or Items | Aghanim Cache | Three Sold Last Left |
| Test of the Basilisk Lord (Razor) | 4 | 11.5$ or Items | Aghanim Cache | Three Sold Last Left |
| Secrets of the Frost Singularity (Ancient Apparation) | 4 | 5$ or Items | Aghanim Cache | None |
| Perils of the Red Banks (Chen) | 4 | 7$ or Items | Aghanim Cache | Two Sold Last Left |
| The Chained Scribe (Grimstroke) | 4 | 8$ or Items | Aghanim Cache | One Sold One Reserved |
| Widow of the Undermount Gloom (Broodmother) | 4 | 9.5$ or Items | Aghanim Cache | Three Sold Last Left |
| Forgotten Fate (Mars) | 4 | 5$ or Items | Aghanim Cache | One Sold |
| March of the Crackerjack Mage (Rubick) | 4 | 12$ or Items | Aghanim Cache | Three Sold Last Left |
| Cosmic Concoctioneers (Alchemist) | 4 | 12$ or Items | Aghanim Cache | Two Sold |
| Blightfall (Abbadon) | 4 | 8$ or Items | Aghanim Cache | Two Sold |
Nemestice Cache 2021 / Ti-11
| Item | Quantity | Price | Type | Reserved |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Astral Terminus (Enigma) | 3 | 12$ or Items | Nemestice Cache 1 | One Sold One Reserved Last Left |
| Caerulean Star (Enchantress) | 3 | 9$ or Items | Nemestice Cache 1 | Two Sold Last Left |
Collector's Cache 2020 / Ti-10
| Item | Quantity | Price | Type | Reserved |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 3 | 15$ | TI-10 Rare Cache 2 | ||
| Talons of the Endless Storm (CK/Chaos Knight) | 3 | 7.5$ or Items | TI-10 Cache 2 | One Sold One Reserved Last Left |
| Carousel of the Mystic Masquerade (Rubick) | 3 | 10$ or Items | TI-10 Cache 2 | Two Sold Last Left |
| Blacksail Cannoneer (Sniper) | 3 | 7$ or Items | TI-10 Cache 2 | None |
| Blaze of Oblivion (Phoenix) | 3 | 7$ or Items | TI-10 Cache 2 | None |
| Songs of Starfall Glen (Enchantress) | 3 | 6$ or Items | TI-10 Cache 1 | None |
| Flashpoint Proselyte (Huskar) | 3 | 13$ or Items | TI-10 Cache 1 | Two Sold Last Left |
| Fissured Flight (Jakiro) | 3 | 12$ or Items | TI-10 Cache 1 | Two Sold Last Left |
| Fury of Righteous Storm (Disruptor) | 3 | 6$ or Items | TI-10 Cache 1 | None |
| Apocalypse Unbound (Ancient Apparation) | 3 | 9$ or Items | TI-10 Cache 1 | Two Sold Last left |
Collector's Cache 2019/ Ti-9
| Item | Quantity | Price | Type | Reserved |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Prized Acquisitions (Batrider) | 4 | 7$ | TI-9 Cache Set-2 | Two Sold |
| 4 | 12$ | TI-9 Cache Set-2 | ||
| Directive of the Sunbound(Clockwerk) | 5 | 9$ | TI-9 Cache Set-2 | Four Sold Last Left |
| Distinguished Expeditionary (Tusk) | 4 | 7$ | TI-9 Cache Set-2 | Two Sold |
| Automaton Antiquity (Broodmother) | 5 | 9$ | TI-9 Cache Set-2 | Four Sold Last Left |
| Fury of the Bloodforge (Bloodseeker) | 5 | 9$ | TI-9 Cache Set-2 | Three Sold |
| Tribal Pathways (Warlock) | 5 | 8.5$ | TI-9 Cache Set-2 | Three Sold |
| Verdant Predator (Venomancer) | 5 | 9$ | TI-9 Cache Set-2 | Three Sold |
| The Arts of Mortal Deception (Enigma) | 3 | 9$ | TI-9 Cache Set | Two Sold Last Left |
| Poacher's Bane (Tidehunter) | 3 | 8$ | TI-9 Cache Set | One Sold One Reserved Last Left |
| Riddle of the Hierophant (Oracle) | 3 | 9$ or 3 Keys | TI-9 Cache Set | Two Sold Last Left |
Collector's Cache 2018/ Ti-8
| Item | Quantity | Price | Type | Reserved |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Raiments of the Obsidian Forge (Underlord) | 4 | 18$ | TI-8 Rare Cache Set | Three Sold Last Left |
| Pattern of the Silken Queen (Brood) | 4 | 8$ | TI-8 Cache Set | Three Sold Last Left |
https://steamcommunity.com/id/whatsyouraff (DireTide 2022 Oracle Set Sold Successfully)
https://steamcommunity.com/profiles/76561198063913439 (2021 Gyro, 2020 Huskar, AA, Warlock, Grim Sets Sold Successfully)
https://steamcommunity.com/id/Mujou64 (Diretide Cache 2 Doom & Venge Sold Successfuly)
https://steamcommunity.com/id/rudmax (2019 Brood Automation, 2021 Shadow Shaman & Enchantress Reserved - Full Payment Made Advance)
https://steamcommunity.com/profiles/76561198064920459 (2023 Rare Marci and Dawn Cache Sold successfully)
https://steamcommunity.com/id/Alacaster (2023 AM Ultra Rare, Hoodwink & Dawn Reserved - 14/70 Paid Advance)
https://steamcommunity.com/id/Default_panda (2023 Spectre Cache & Mars Wings of Imperium Sold Successfully)
https://steamcommunity.com/id/hollywoodsbleeding_ (2022 LC Cache Set Sold Successfully)
https://steamcommunity.com/profiles/76561198041012739 (2022 Phoneix Cache Sold Successfully)
https://steamcommunity.com/id/carantis (2023 Jakiro and Dazzle Cache Sold Successfully)
https://steamcommunity.com/profiles/76561198079185431/ (2023 Rare Treant, 2021 Rare Ogre & PL Cache Sold Successfully)
https://steamcommunity.com/id/muruph (2017 DP Cache Reserved Sold Successfully)
https://steamcommunity.com/id/LovelasStrasti/ (Techies 2022 Cache Sold Successfully)
https://steamcommunity.com/id/uziexe/(2020 Timber Cache Sold Successfully)
https://steamcommunity.com/id/SemiOfficialAnthonyAdams (Brewmaster and Oracle Cache Sold Successfully)
https://steamcommunity.com/id/V3G3TA (2023 - Wk, Primal, Storm, Alche, 2022 - LC, Techies, Alche Cache Sold Successfully)
https://steamcommunity.com/profiles/76561198829952373/ (2023 Kunka Cache Sold Successfully)
https://steamcommunity.com/id/Darkio567/ (2023 Dawnbreaker Cache Sold Successfully)
https://steamcommunity.com/profiles/76561198176999423 (2022 Brew Set Sold Successfully)
https://steamcommunity.com/profiles/76561198325291097/ (2023 Rare Marci Cache Sold Successfully)
https://steamcommunity.com/id/Snaily3000/ (2020 Shadow Demon Cache Sold Successfully)
https://steamcommunity.com/id/catgirllyra/ (2023 Rare Marci and Diretide 2022 Hoodwink Cache Sold Successfully)
https://steamcommunity.com/profiles/76561198877138961/ (2023 Dazzle and Aghanim Brood Cache Sold Successfully)
https://steamcommunity.com/profiles/76561198059954390/ (Diretide 2022 Rare Antimage, Huskar, 2021 Grimstroke, 2019 Drow, Chen & Tide, 2018 Axe & QOP Sold Successfully)
https://steamcommunity.com/profiles/76561199173346010/ (2023 Hoodwink Sold Successfully)
https://steamcommunity.com/id/LordPlasmarr (2023 WK Sold Successfully)
https://steamcommunity.com/profiles/76561198138951034/ (2023 Primal Beast and Brewmaster Cache Sold Successfully)
https://steamcommunity.com/id/waffler99/ (2023 Rare Marci Cache Reserved - 3.5/13.5 Paid Advance)
https://steamcommunity.com/id/vcxxiv (Crownfall Rare WK Cache Sold- Old Customer)
https://steamcommunity.com/profiles/76561198051968045 (2020 Pudge Cache Reserved - Full Payment Made Advance)
https://steamcommunity.com/profiles/76561199195274635 (2022 Faceless Void Cache Reserved - Full payment made advance)
https://steamcommunity.com/id/naptime_/ (2020 TA and 2021 Enigma Reserved - Full payment made advance)
https://steamcommunity.com/id/GayNoNePida (2x 2022 Rare Antimage Cache Reserved - Full Payment made advance)
https://steamcommunity.com/profiles/76561198334003229 (2019 Drow Ranger Cache Reserved - 25% paid advance)
https://steamcommunity.com/profiles/76561198176818975/ (2019 CK reserved - Full Payment made Advance)
https://steamcommunity.com/id/otafurvasquez/ (Crownfall Super Rare Drow Cache Reserved - 25% payment received advance)
Wall of Shame:
https://steamcommunity.com/profiles/76561199102322625/ (This clown added me and when I asked to reserve which I have clearly stated in my post backtracked on trade offer, has no idea how 30-day steam gifting works so beware)
https://steamcommunity.com/profiles/76561197974015392/ (The newest Clown in town, Asks to buy legacy items, agrees to pay my listed price then tells me 2 days later about not making the payment because he found these sets for only 2 Dollars each which is not possible. Beware and don't add this person)
2024.05.17 08:44 luxactoR [STORE] $60,000 Inventory (7 Knives - 12 Gloves & more)
Trade URL - Steam Profile
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submitted by luxactoR to GlobalOffensiveTrade [link] [comments]
- Buyouts valued as items in cash prices.
- Mainly interested in trading but taking offers through third party websites.
- Taking TF2 keys (Mann Co. Supply Crate Key) as well.
- Sending a trade offer will be the fastest way to contact me, you can either dm or add me on steam.
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| Type | Name | FV | Info | Tradable | SS | B/O ($) |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 💔Knife | ★ Karambit Case Hardened (BS) | 0.83 | #463 - red eye pattern | Yes | 📷 | 12345 |
| 💔Knife | ★ StatTrak™ M9 Bayonet Case Hardened (FT) | 0.16 | #503 - tier 1 pattern with scar | Yes | 📷 | 5555 |
| 💔Knife | ★ Karambit Case Hardened (WW) | 0.42 | #670 - blue ring & blue playside | Yes | 📷 | 4444 |
| 💔Knife | ★ Bayonet Case Hardened (WW) | 0.42 | #321 - p4 | Yes | 📷 | 2499 |
| 💔Knife | ★ Talon Knife Crimson Web (FT) | 0.29 | 5/22/2024 | 📷 | 446 | |
| 💔Knife | ★ Nomad Knife Case Hardened (BS) | 0.98 | decent amount of mixed blue | 5/22/2024 | 📷 | 303 |
| 💔Knife | ★ Bowie Knife Ultraviolet (FT) | 0.15 | Yes | 📷 | 125 | |
| 💙Gloves | ★ Driver Gloves King Snake (FT) | 0.15 | very clean knuckles | 5/18/2024 | 📷 | 956 |
| 💙Gloves | ★ Sport Gloves Slingshot (FT) | 0.26 | 5/23/2024 | 📷 | 955 | |
| 💙Gloves | ★ Hydra Gloves Case Hardened (BS) | 0.77 | #829 - p1 | Yes | 📷 | 938 |
| 💙Gloves | ★ Driver Gloves Snow Leopard (FT) | 0.20 | 5/23/2024 | 📷 | 521 | |
| 💙Gloves | ★ Driver Gloves Snow Leopard (FT) | 0.20 | 5/22/2024 | 📷 | 521 | |
| 💙Gloves | ★ Driver Gloves King Snake (FT) | 0.19 | Yes | 📷 | 519 | |
| 💙Gloves | ★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Web (FT) | 0.22 | #89 - tier1 pattern with clean E | 5/17/2024 | 📷 | 499 |
| 💙Gloves | ★ Specialist Gloves Field Agent (FT) | 0.16 | Yes | 📷 | 426 | |
| 💙Gloves | ★ Sport Gloves Omega (BS) | 0.47 | Yes | 📷 | 272 | |
| 💙Gloves | ★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Web (WW) | 0.38 | Yes | 📷 | 199 | |
| 💙Gloves | ★ Moto Gloves Smoke Out (FT) | 0.19 | Yes | 📷 | 198 | |
| 💙Gloves | ★ Driver Gloves Diamondback (FT) | 0.31 | Yes | 📷 | 129 | |
| 💚Rifle | StatTrak™ AK-47 Slate (FN) | 0.00004 | x4 vox holo kato15 on super low float ak (1/2) | Yes | 📷 | 3999 |
| 💚Rifle | M4A1-S Cyrex (FN) | 0.04 | ibuypower holo kato14 above mag + x2 crown foil | Yes | 📷 | 3333 |
| 💚Rifle | AK-47 Fire Serpent (FT) | 0.18 | vox holo kato14 on wood + crown foil next position | Yes | 📷 | 3333 |
| 💚Rifle | AWP Asiimov (FT) | 0.29 | titan holo kato14 on the scope | Yes | 📷 | 3125 |
| 💚Rifle | AK-47 Black Laminate (FT) | 0.35 | x4 kato14 (ibuypower holo on wood, titan, lgb holo, reason) | Yes | 📷 | 2599 |
| 💚Rifle | StatTrak™ M4A4 In Living Color (FN) | 0.042000 | x4 dignitas holo col14 (1/1) | Yes | 📷 | 2499 |
| 💚Rifle | StatTrak™ AWP Electric Hive (FN) | 0.03 | dignitas holo col14 on the scope + x3 holo kato14 (vp, dignitas, mystik) | Yes | 📷 | 1666 |
| 💚Rifle | AK-47 Case Hardened (FT) | 0.37 | ibuypower holo kato14 above trigger | Yes | 📷 | 1449 |
| 💚Rifle | StatTrak™ AK-47 Slate (FN) | 0.01 | x4 fnatic holo dh14 | Yes | 📷 | 749 |
| 💚Rifle | M4A4 Eye of Horus (FN) | 0.06 | 5/19/2024 | 📷 | 670 | |
| 💚Rifle | AK-47 The Empress (WW) | 0.39 | x4 gold krakow17 (dosia, pashabiceps, x2 nbk) | Yes | 📷 | 669 |
| 💚Rifle | StatTrak™ AK-47 Phantom Disruptor (FN) | 0.05 | x4 navi holo dh14 (1/1) | Yes | 📷 | 549 |
| 💚Rifle | AK-47 Fuel Injector (FN) | 0.06 | x2 flammable Foil (wood and back) | Yes | 📷 | 549 |
| 💚Rifle | AWP Redline (MW) | 0.11 | titan kato14 on the scope | Yes | 📷 | 369 |
| 💚Rifle | AWP Sun in Leo (FN) | 0.05 | crown foil on the scope | Yes | 📷 | 269 |
| 💚Rifle | StatTrak™ M4A4 Faded Zebra (BS) | 0.78 | high float - x4 kato14 (3dmax, vox, ldlc, complexity) | Yes | 📷 | 199 |
| 💚Rifle | M4A4 Temukau (FN) | 0.06 | x4 c9 kato15 (1/1) | Yes | 📷 | 179 |
| 💚Rifle | StatTrak™ AK-47 Vulcan (BS) | 0.46 | Yes | 📷 | 164 | |
| 💚Rifle | StatTrak™ AK-47 Red Laminate (WW) | 0.38 | harp of war holo next to wood | Yes | 📷 | 149 |
| 💚Rifle | StatTrak™ AWP Asiimov (BS) | 0.81 | Yes | 📷 | 120 | |
| 💚Rifle | StatTrak™ AK-47 Legion of Anubis (FN) | 0.06 | Yes | 📷 | 53,32 | |
| 💚Rifle | AWP Worm God (MW) | 0.11 | x3 kato15 (envyus holo on scope * x2 clg) | Yes | 📷 | 22 |
| 💛Pistol | USP-S Stainless (WW) | 0.43 | titan holo kato14 above handle & x2 titan holo kato15 | Yes | 📷 | 2499 |
| 💛Pistol | USP-S Overgrowth (FN) | 0.06 | crown foil above handle (rare combo) | Yes | 📷 | 279 |
| 💛Pistol | P250 Mehndi (FN) | 0.04 | x4 kato14 (vp, mousesports, fnatic mystik) | Yes | 📷 | 222 |
| 💛Pistol | StatTrak™ Desert Eagle Conspiracy (FN) | 0.03 | x4 liquid mlg16 | Yes | 📷 | 36 |
| 💜SMG | Souvenir UMP-45 Urban DDPAT (FT) | 0.35 | titan foil kato14 | Yes | 📷 | 169 |
2024.05.17 07:24 Active_Ask_8355 First Urethrotomy (DVIU) 3 post op
24M with a medical background and 4 year history of absolutely terrible stream and pain finally underwent my first Urethrotomy for a bulbar urethral stricture (no clue as to cause) all thanks to plenty of research and first hand advice from two amazingly helpful chaps in this subreddit. Throughout my career I've placed plenty of 16Fr caths in many patients and I've used liberal lido gel to ease their pain but man o man new found respect for my patients. Currently having a 22Fr cath (or 24Fr not sure the tip is blue) inside me right now because doc said there was alot of bleeding when he made the cuts so tried using a higher diameter cath to sort of tamponade the bleeding. But gosh y'all this shit hurts. Was wondering if anyone had alot of bleeding at the tip of the penis where the catheter meets the urethra post op. Fresh bright red circumferential clots that are uncomfortable and hurt like a bitch. They sort of clog up that area and make the catheter stiff at that meeting point. Any tips from people who've underwent DVIU would be much appreciated. My cath stays in for 10 days.
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2024.05.17 07:07 Dr_FragHead A dapper scent for the discerning gentleman. Guerlain Habit Rouge EDP, a comprehensive review 👇🏼
 | (Pc: Tried) submitted by Dr_FragHead to DesiFragranceAddicts [link] [comments] Guerlain⭕️The epitome of French sophistication and luxury, boasts a rich history dating back to 1828 when Pierre-François Pascal Guerlain , a chemist and perfumer, founded the house in Paris. With an innate talent for blending exquisite scents, Guerlain quickly garnered attention and patronage from aristocrats and royalty.⭕️One of Guerlain's early triumphs came in 1853 when Pierre-François created Eau de Cologne Impériale for Empress Eugénie , wife of Napoleon III. This fragrance, inspired by the scent of Eau de Cologne brought to France by soldiers returning from Cologne, Germany, became a sensation, solidifying Guerlain's reputation as a purveyor of luxury perfumes. Under the subsequent generations of the Guerlain family, the brand continued to flourish. Aime Guerlain, Pierre-François's grandson, introduced groundbreaking fragrances such as Jicky in 1889 , often regarded as the first modern perfume, and Shalimar in 1925 , inspired by the gardens of Shalimar in Lahore , India. ⭕️Today, as it has for nearly two centuries (196 years), Guerlain remains a beacon of timeless sophistication. The brand is also known as one of the manufacturers of luxury cosmetics. Habit Rouge🌹This is an incredibly successful line of fragrances inspired by the 'red jacket' or 'hunting coat' and refers to professional equestrians dark red jacket . Habit Rouge was first introduced into the market in 3 different concentrations: EDC, EDT & EDP in 1965. Since then its been represented in various iterations & stood the test of time.🌹This incredible line of fragrances has 20Flankers under its name, if this doesn’t tell how successful this is, I don’t know what is. I’ll tried to summarise all the flankers in chronological order, to the best of my ability.
This review only includes the EDP version of newer reformulated version. If I’m not mistaken 3 reformulations has been done. 1st in 1996, 2003 & sometime after by Thierry Wasser. I didn’t have the opportunity to experience vintage batches, but I had a 2015 version. So I’m familiar with the DNA. Habit RougeConcentration: EDPReleased in : 1965 (My current bottle : 2022 version)Packaging & Presentation🎁This comes in a cherry red, paperboard box, with the name of the brand taking the centre, Sandwiched by the name of the fragrance above & concentration below.🎁The fragrance comes in a flat square bottle with a heavy red cap. [Previous “briefcase style” bottles by Robert Granai are rebottled in this new flat square bottles] Perfumer☀️ Jean Paul GuerlainA generational perfumer, known for his finesse in creating modern & original fragrances. Some of his creations include 1)Samsara 2)Spiritueuse Double vanille 3)Heritage 4)Habit Rouge 5)Many from Aqua Allegoria line, etc,. Fragrance ProfileThis is a Fougère with twists. This is an aromatic—woody—amber fragrance.Notes Here
How it smells?💄It opens with bright 🍋 lemon note, it is the same as in Guerlain’s vetiver too. This lemon note starts sharp but not very abrasive. The rest of the citruses are hard to perceive.💄The immediate second note that’s noticeable is the carnation. The carnation is extremely masculine, it expresses powdery & spicy qualities. The carnation gives this fragrance a spicy & floral edge. Then comes the rose & sandalwood 🪵. 💄The Rose & carnation along with some woodsy notes gives this fragrance a Lipsticky nature or Makeup box like nuance. Many ppl may not agree with this, but this is certainly lipsticky. The rose here is hardly there, even rose haters won’t mind this one. 💄The whole fragrance is based on Oakmoss & patchouli. Other notes such as amber, Benzoin & leather are playing second fiddle. The overall fragrance has a barbershoppy 💈quality to it. Citrusy opening — floral & powdery mid & Oakmoss base. Undecorated breakdownThis opens up with fizzy lemon & some spices. The spiciness maybe from the carnation. This dries down to a 💄lipsticky or makeup box sorta smell. To my nose, this smells like Waxy Hibiscus 🌺 in the dry-down. It is not given in the notes breakdown. I’m saying this for a better understanding of the subject. That’s all.PerformanceLongevity🌕🌕🌕🌑🌑Projection🌕🌕🌗🌑🌑Compliment🌕🌕🌕🌑🌑The longevity of the fragrance maybe got affected after number of serious reformulations, but when comparing it to my 2015 version, I think the performance is about the same. Lasts about 4–5hrs with medium bubble of projection. The people who appreciate classic perfumery will love this. When & Where, For whom?🌤️ This can be an all-Seasoner, but I wouldn’t wear it in high heat. Not because it get cloying or anything, but you might not able to appreciate the beauty of this in high heat summer.🌤️ This is polarising to an extent, but has an inoffensive bubble, this can be a daily to the office. This is definitely a dress-up fragrance. For the mature audience. 🌤️ This is definitely masculine, old school French perfumery. If you are into some old-school fragrances, you wouldn’t be disappointed. But you gotta love the lipsticky rose & carnation to love this. Similarities with other fragrancesI haven’t come across anything that smell like this. But if I have to compare, this can be compared to Cartier Declaration dun Soir, but added citruses ,leathery & lipsticky goodness. But the core of Roses & mild spices, is to an extent similar to Habit Rouge. But the rose is toned at the background at all given time in HR but its not the same with Declaration Dun Soir. The similarites are really far fetched, its rather a resemblance than similarity.Verdict🎖️This is an Old-school Barbershoppy fragrance with a twist. The overall fragrance can be polarising cuz of the lipsticky smell.🎖️The performance is just about average. I wouldn’t know the performance on vintage batches like (pre 1996) but I owned 2015 bottle, its about the same. 🎖️If you are really into retro/ antiquated fragrances, then you will really love it. If you are a fan of modern day freshies & blues, this won’t please you. TL;DR :This is a masculine, old-school, barbershoppy, lipsticky floral fragrance, with 4-5hrs of longevity with medium bubble of projection. |
2024.05.17 06:57 IlikethequietZeppo Animagi (part of my book 3 no time turners rewrite)
Wood had been training the Gryffindor Quidditch team relentlessly at every free moment. Last night Wood had been running broomless drills between dinner and curfew. Once back in their common room he had tried to talk strategies using Ron's chess pieces, Harry had been King, George and Fred were bishops, the chasers were pawns, and Oliver was the Queen. Until Angelina Johnson had yawned, and explained that a good night's sleep was the the best strategy.
Harry stiffled a yawn in transfiguration. He found it hard to concentrate. For some unknown reason Harry began to think about werewolves. Were werewolves even real? He couldn't remember.
"Mr Potter!" Snapped Professor McGonagal. "Would you care to share what is so important it has taken all of your attention?"
"Werewolves" he answered before he could consider the question. "...and the difference between them, and the transfiguration when you turn into a cat."
"Animagus" Hermione coughed
"Animagus! That's it. I was trying to remember the word. Now that I have, I can leave this to consider later." Harry rambled.
Professor McGonagal stared her unblinking cat stare. Harry grew increasingly uncomfortable but decided not to say anything further.
"That, Mr Potter, is an interesting question. What is a difference between them?"
Hermione's hand shot up three inches higher than her natural reach.
Professor McGonagal continued to stare at Harry. Harry thought of the B grade horror films Dudley watched.
"Er..a werewolf is forced to transform on the full moon, and you... er... Animagus.... Animaguses? ....Animagi? ... an Animagus can transform.... at will?" Harry tentatively answered.
"Given your attention was diverted for seven minutes, I want seven factual points comparing werewolves and Animagi, handed to me by tomorrow's class."
"Are you giving me a detention?" Harry asked hopefully
"Not unless you fail to hand in an acceptable response to the question."
Harry's shoulders slumped. He would have to stop by the library and complete it in 'History of Magic'. He had hoped to get a nap in during Professor Binns class.
...
Harry asked Madam Pince for any documents on Werewolves and Animagi that were accessible to him. Soon she had compiled a stack of books for him, and oddly a copy 'Teen witch weekly' (issued monthly, but Hermione pointed out that if it was called 'Teen Witch Monthly' it would sound like a euphemism for a ladies time of the month. Ron had promptly dropped the magazine.). The issue of 'Topographical Habitat' made some sense, as it was purported to be a factual periodical about unknown magical tribes from around the world and rare fantasic beasts.
Hermione took the largest book from the stack, Ron took 'Topographical Habitat', and Harry flipped through 'Teen Witch'.
Hermione seemed somewhat impressed that Ron had at least taken the serious publication. Harry's own suspicions about Ron's choice appeared confirmed, when Ron blushed such deep scarlet, he could have been camouflaged next to Fawkes.
"100 ways to woo your wizard? Top 10 potions for a slimmer summer body? Love potions gone wrong, a young witch's horror? Who reads this trash?" Harry asked aloud.
Hermione didn't meet his eyes.
"I don't. Some of the other girls do. Apparently they can often have interesting articles, and they have a 'questions to the Sage Sisters' section where young witches can ask embarrassing questions they can't ask their parents or professors"
Hermione attempting to hide the red flush in her cheeks,nonchalantly flipped through the large book, seemingly unaware it was upside down.
"There must be a reason Madam Pince got it for you." She continued before turning the book right side up. "It's faster to get to 'W' for werewolves from the back" she explained without looking up.
Harry smiled.
"Take our quiz. Which Animagus are you?"
"That sounds highly inaccurate. I suppose you did say any documents..."
Harry pushed it to the side a little too far and it slipped off the edge of the table with three other books. Harry ducked down to tidy them up. He quickly slipped the magazine into his bookbag and picked up the other three books.
The three of them quickly found the pages with basic information on both, and a refence to the spell to become an animagus, but it was in the restricted section. Harry noted the book title down. Unfortunately there wasn't time to write down all the important bits. If he hurried, Harry thought he might just be able to mark down page numbers and book titles to find them on the next break.
"I wish I had access to a photocopier" Harry lamented.
"Just ask Madam Pince for a copy." Ron suggested
Madam Pince read through the pages quickly, and copied them. She redacted a few pieces of "restricted" information, including the name of the restricted book. Finally, a watermark charm indicating it was an authorised copy, before handing them the pages.
Hermione stared in awe.
"I need to learn that spell." She said as they raced to 'History of Magic'
"Yeah, it'd be super helpful." Replied Ron.
"How did you know what a photo copier was?" Harry panted as they sprinted up to the classroom
"A wha? You said copier. I assumed you wanted a copy. Name seemed pretty obvious."
During 'History of Magic' Harry propped open the text book and flipped to the quiz in the magazine. He readied his quill, but as it was a magical publication, you used your wand to tap the answer. After the result was given the pages would clear and the next person could take the test.
There were several disclaimers in fine print stating results were not guaranteed, and merely for entertainment purposes.
...
Which Animagus are you?
Question one:
Where do you live?
Harry tapped the box next to the UK.
The page shifted revealing the next question.
If you attend/ed Hogwarts, which house were you, or do you hope to be sorted into?
On the questions continued.
Pick a sport or activity
□Quidditch
□Spelunking
□Dueling
□Wrestling
□Spectating
Harry didn't even know what spelunking was. He assumed it was some obscure wizard sport, common elsewhere in the world. He picked Quidditch of course.
The questions were odd and seemed mostly irrelevant to animals, but finally he came to the results.
Red Kite
"Think it's broken mate" Ron whispered over Harry's shoulder "my dad found one of those at the ministry. It's a toy for muggle kids."
"It says its a bird of prey." Harry whispered back.
"Give it here so I can take it." Ron asked.
Harry carefully passed it over and started writing his comparison for McGonagal.
Ron grumbled when he was done.
"Still say its broken. I got goat."
"It's just a ridiculous quiz Ronald. Hardly likely to be accurate is it? Besides goats are excellent creatures. " Hermione reached over and took the magazine.
Soon she showed her own results.
"Utter nonsense. I got an octopus. I'd much rather be a goat, than an octopus." Hermione carefully showed the result page to Ron and Harry.
"Nah, that's way cooler than a goat." Ron sighed
"Imagine you turn for first time, no water in sight. Not very useful. Great, I could swim around the lake. I personally, have no desire to find myself in any way in the lake, or any other body of water bigger than a bathtub. Animagus forms are random, I have just as much chance of being a Blue Ringed Octopus, as I do a Fox. You wouldn't know what animal you'll get until to do the full spell. One reason why I'd not likely try to become an animagus." Hermione closed up the magazine, and returned to her classwork, except her classwork was for Arithmancy not history of magic.
When the class ended, Nevile came up to Harry.
"I took that quiz, or one like it ages ago. I was at St Mungos,... just waiting at the minor aliments clinic. I don't subscribe to 'teen witch' magazine or anything. I got a Honey Badger. I thought for sure it would mean I'd be in Hufflepuff. Do you think I could maybe,... maybe I could... borrow your magazine to see if I'd be something else now?" Neville shyly asked
"Go for it. This is just a library copy. Part of my extra homework McGonagal set me. I'll give it to you in our room"
At the end of class, Ron had a free class block. Oliver Wood had a copy of all the Gryffindor Quidditch team player's timetables, and he and Harry had a one on one training session during this free block. Hermione had an elective that Ron and Harry didn't take. In an attempt to delay the training session, Harry offered to walk with Hermione to the next class.
"Ron, do me a favour and talk Quidditch strategies with Wood. Maybe he won't notice I'm late. I need a few minutes to myself. Encourage him to get substitute players too. If he has more players to train then maybe he'll ease up on the rest of us." Harry sighed.
"Hermione mind if I accompany you to..." Harry paused not knowing what her next class.
"Ancient Runes" Ron said as he packed up his books.
"Actually, I've got Ancient....Runes. How did you know that Ron?"
"I spent long enough helping you shift your classes around, so you could do them all." Ron replied "Catch you two at lunch then. Do you think Wood would really listen to my strategies?"
"Percy apparently complained to Oliver that 'it was bad enough having a house full of Quidditch obsessed siblings, he could no longer handle it taking over their dorm room too.' I feel bad for their other roommates, having to deal with both Percy and Oliver. Anyway Percy must have mentioned you helping with Hermione's schedule, and treating it like a Quidditch league. I think Oliver will be quite keen to hear your opinion. If only to annoy Percy further."
"That's 'nough reason for me." Laughed Ron in response.
The trio split off at the staircase, with Ron promising to stall Oliver.
"So Vix, Octopus you say?"
Hermione glared at Harry
"Did you forget my name Harry?"
"You've only been my best friend for two years. Of course I forgot it, Vix. Must have been obliviated. You said you got a Blue Ringed Octopus."
"I did. It proves only that the quiz was nonsense."
"You got a small poisonous..."
"Venomous." She corrected
"Probably poisonous too. You got a small venomous octopus from Australia? I did a project on them in primary school. They live in Australian waters not anywhere near the U.K. The quiz asked your location, so you'd only get a creature that lived here. So why wouldn't you tell Ron you got a Fox?"
"How did you... I got an octopus you saw the results."
Harry gave no further reponse and waited for Hermione to come clean.
"Fine. I took the test multiple times. How did you know I got a fox?!"
"You said 'you had as much chance of being a Blue Ringed Octopus, as you did a Fox'." Harry shrugged. "You'd make a pretty good fox."
"Serves me right for choosing Australia as a location. I thought I might get a Koala or something cute. Instead I get a tiny but deadly octopus." She shook her head in frustration, frizzy hair flying everywhere.
"You would have have the fluffiest fox fur ever." Harry concluded. Hermione swatted him in the arm.
"It's still nonsense. Each animagus is completely random, as far as current research can tell. I'd probably get a hare, or a vole, or....or...an otter! Not something im currently planning to try."
"Only 'cause you don't know how." Which earned him another whack in the arm.
"Would you learn the spell?"
"If I could guarantee I'd get a bird, of any kind, hell I'd even take a bloody pigeon, absolutely. Only birds I'd say no to would be flightless birds"
"That's the problem isn't it. You could get anything. I wouldn't want to be a water animal, like a fish, or a rat like Ron's pet" She shuddered "or a bug. Can you be a bug?"
He shrugged
"If you could choose your form, I know, I know" he held his hands up before she could tell him off "but IF you could, what animal would make you say yes immediately?"
They walked in silence while she pondered the question.
"Not something people want to kill. Not a pest creature; rats, mice, insects, spiders, snakes. Nothing like that. Something strong, something friendly, something beautiful."
"So not a fox then?"
"No. Too many people trying to hunt them down."
"What about a horse?"
"Hmmm possibly."
"Do you think that most Animagi are Gryffindors, because it requires courage to go through with becoming an unknown animal?"
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Harry stiffled a yawn in transfiguration. He found it hard to concentrate. For some unknown reason Harry began to think about werewolves. Were werewolves even real? He couldn't remember.
"Mr Potter!" Snapped Professor McGonagal. "Would you care to share what is so important it has taken all of your attention?"
"Werewolves" he answered before he could consider the question. "...and the difference between them, and the transfiguration when you turn into a cat."
"Animagus" Hermione coughed
"Animagus! That's it. I was trying to remember the word. Now that I have, I can leave this to consider later." Harry rambled.
Professor McGonagal stared her unblinking cat stare. Harry grew increasingly uncomfortable but decided not to say anything further.
"That, Mr Potter, is an interesting question. What is a difference between them?"
Hermione's hand shot up three inches higher than her natural reach.
Professor McGonagal continued to stare at Harry. Harry thought of the B grade horror films Dudley watched.
"Er..a werewolf is forced to transform on the full moon, and you... er... Animagus.... Animaguses? ....Animagi? ... an Animagus can transform.... at will?" Harry tentatively answered.
"Given your attention was diverted for seven minutes, I want seven factual points comparing werewolves and Animagi, handed to me by tomorrow's class."
"Are you giving me a detention?" Harry asked hopefully
"Not unless you fail to hand in an acceptable response to the question."
Harry's shoulders slumped. He would have to stop by the library and complete it in 'History of Magic'. He had hoped to get a nap in during Professor Binns class.
...
Harry asked Madam Pince for any documents on Werewolves and Animagi that were accessible to him. Soon she had compiled a stack of books for him, and oddly a copy 'Teen witch weekly' (issued monthly, but Hermione pointed out that if it was called 'Teen Witch Monthly' it would sound like a euphemism for a ladies time of the month. Ron had promptly dropped the magazine.). The issue of 'Topographical Habitat' made some sense, as it was purported to be a factual periodical about unknown magical tribes from around the world and rare fantasic beasts.
Hermione took the largest book from the stack, Ron took 'Topographical Habitat', and Harry flipped through 'Teen Witch'.
Hermione seemed somewhat impressed that Ron had at least taken the serious publication. Harry's own suspicions about Ron's choice appeared confirmed, when Ron blushed such deep scarlet, he could have been camouflaged next to Fawkes.
"100 ways to woo your wizard? Top 10 potions for a slimmer summer body? Love potions gone wrong, a young witch's horror? Who reads this trash?" Harry asked aloud.
Hermione didn't meet his eyes.
"I don't. Some of the other girls do. Apparently they can often have interesting articles, and they have a 'questions to the Sage Sisters' section where young witches can ask embarrassing questions they can't ask their parents or professors"
Hermione attempting to hide the red flush in her cheeks,nonchalantly flipped through the large book, seemingly unaware it was upside down.
"There must be a reason Madam Pince got it for you." She continued before turning the book right side up. "It's faster to get to 'W' for werewolves from the back" she explained without looking up.
Harry smiled.
"Take our quiz. Which Animagus are you?"
"That sounds highly inaccurate. I suppose you did say any documents..."
Harry pushed it to the side a little too far and it slipped off the edge of the table with three other books. Harry ducked down to tidy them up. He quickly slipped the magazine into his bookbag and picked up the other three books.
The three of them quickly found the pages with basic information on both, and a refence to the spell to become an animagus, but it was in the restricted section. Harry noted the book title down. Unfortunately there wasn't time to write down all the important bits. If he hurried, Harry thought he might just be able to mark down page numbers and book titles to find them on the next break.
"I wish I had access to a photocopier" Harry lamented.
"Just ask Madam Pince for a copy." Ron suggested
Madam Pince read through the pages quickly, and copied them. She redacted a few pieces of "restricted" information, including the name of the restricted book. Finally, a watermark charm indicating it was an authorised copy, before handing them the pages.
Hermione stared in awe.
"I need to learn that spell." She said as they raced to 'History of Magic'
"Yeah, it'd be super helpful." Replied Ron.
"How did you know what a photo copier was?" Harry panted as they sprinted up to the classroom
"A wha? You said copier. I assumed you wanted a copy. Name seemed pretty obvious."
During 'History of Magic' Harry propped open the text book and flipped to the quiz in the magazine. He readied his quill, but as it was a magical publication, you used your wand to tap the answer. After the result was given the pages would clear and the next person could take the test.
There were several disclaimers in fine print stating results were not guaranteed, and merely for entertainment purposes.
...
Which Animagus are you?
Question one:
Where do you live?
Harry tapped the box next to the UK.
The page shifted revealing the next question.
If you attend/ed Hogwarts, which house were you, or do you hope to be sorted into?
On the questions continued.
Pick a sport or activity
□Quidditch
□Spelunking
□Dueling
□Wrestling
□Spectating
Harry didn't even know what spelunking was. He assumed it was some obscure wizard sport, common elsewhere in the world. He picked Quidditch of course.
The questions were odd and seemed mostly irrelevant to animals, but finally he came to the results.
Red Kite
"Think it's broken mate" Ron whispered over Harry's shoulder "my dad found one of those at the ministry. It's a toy for muggle kids."
"It says its a bird of prey." Harry whispered back.
"Give it here so I can take it." Ron asked.
Harry carefully passed it over and started writing his comparison for McGonagal.
Ron grumbled when he was done.
"Still say its broken. I got goat."
"It's just a ridiculous quiz Ronald. Hardly likely to be accurate is it? Besides goats are excellent creatures. " Hermione reached over and took the magazine.
Soon she showed her own results.
"Utter nonsense. I got an octopus. I'd much rather be a goat, than an octopus." Hermione carefully showed the result page to Ron and Harry.
"Nah, that's way cooler than a goat." Ron sighed
"Imagine you turn for first time, no water in sight. Not very useful. Great, I could swim around the lake. I personally, have no desire to find myself in any way in the lake, or any other body of water bigger than a bathtub. Animagus forms are random, I have just as much chance of being a Blue Ringed Octopus, as I do a Fox. You wouldn't know what animal you'll get until to do the full spell. One reason why I'd not likely try to become an animagus." Hermione closed up the magazine, and returned to her classwork, except her classwork was for Arithmancy not history of magic.
When the class ended, Nevile came up to Harry.
"I took that quiz, or one like it ages ago. I was at St Mungos,... just waiting at the minor aliments clinic. I don't subscribe to 'teen witch' magazine or anything. I got a Honey Badger. I thought for sure it would mean I'd be in Hufflepuff. Do you think I could maybe,... maybe I could... borrow your magazine to see if I'd be something else now?" Neville shyly asked
"Go for it. This is just a library copy. Part of my extra homework McGonagal set me. I'll give it to you in our room"
At the end of class, Ron had a free class block. Oliver Wood had a copy of all the Gryffindor Quidditch team player's timetables, and he and Harry had a one on one training session during this free block. Hermione had an elective that Ron and Harry didn't take. In an attempt to delay the training session, Harry offered to walk with Hermione to the next class.
"Ron, do me a favour and talk Quidditch strategies with Wood. Maybe he won't notice I'm late. I need a few minutes to myself. Encourage him to get substitute players too. If he has more players to train then maybe he'll ease up on the rest of us." Harry sighed.
"Hermione mind if I accompany you to..." Harry paused not knowing what her next class.
"Ancient Runes" Ron said as he packed up his books.
"Actually, I've got Ancient....Runes. How did you know that Ron?"
"I spent long enough helping you shift your classes around, so you could do them all." Ron replied "Catch you two at lunch then. Do you think Wood would really listen to my strategies?"
"Percy apparently complained to Oliver that 'it was bad enough having a house full of Quidditch obsessed siblings, he could no longer handle it taking over their dorm room too.' I feel bad for their other roommates, having to deal with both Percy and Oliver. Anyway Percy must have mentioned you helping with Hermione's schedule, and treating it like a Quidditch league. I think Oliver will be quite keen to hear your opinion. If only to annoy Percy further."
"That's 'nough reason for me." Laughed Ron in response.
The trio split off at the staircase, with Ron promising to stall Oliver.
"So Vix, Octopus you say?"
Hermione glared at Harry
"Did you forget my name Harry?"
"You've only been my best friend for two years. Of course I forgot it, Vix. Must have been obliviated. You said you got a Blue Ringed Octopus."
"I did. It proves only that the quiz was nonsense."
"You got a small poisonous..."
"Venomous." She corrected
"Probably poisonous too. You got a small venomous octopus from Australia? I did a project on them in primary school. They live in Australian waters not anywhere near the U.K. The quiz asked your location, so you'd only get a creature that lived here. So why wouldn't you tell Ron you got a Fox?"
"How did you... I got an octopus you saw the results."
Harry gave no further reponse and waited for Hermione to come clean.
"Fine. I took the test multiple times. How did you know I got a fox?!"
"You said 'you had as much chance of being a Blue Ringed Octopus, as you did a Fox'." Harry shrugged. "You'd make a pretty good fox."
"Serves me right for choosing Australia as a location. I thought I might get a Koala or something cute. Instead I get a tiny but deadly octopus." She shook her head in frustration, frizzy hair flying everywhere.
"You would have have the fluffiest fox fur ever." Harry concluded. Hermione swatted him in the arm.
"It's still nonsense. Each animagus is completely random, as far as current research can tell. I'd probably get a hare, or a vole, or....or...an otter! Not something im currently planning to try."
"Only 'cause you don't know how." Which earned him another whack in the arm.
"Would you learn the spell?"
"If I could guarantee I'd get a bird, of any kind, hell I'd even take a bloody pigeon, absolutely. Only birds I'd say no to would be flightless birds"
"That's the problem isn't it. You could get anything. I wouldn't want to be a water animal, like a fish, or a rat like Ron's pet" She shuddered "or a bug. Can you be a bug?"
He shrugged
"If you could choose your form, I know, I know" he held his hands up before she could tell him off "but IF you could, what animal would make you say yes immediately?"
They walked in silence while she pondered the question.
"Not something people want to kill. Not a pest creature; rats, mice, insects, spiders, snakes. Nothing like that. Something strong, something friendly, something beautiful."
"So not a fox then?"
"No. Too many people trying to hunt them down."
"What about a horse?"
"Hmmm possibly."
"Do you think that most Animagi are Gryffindors, because it requires courage to go through with becoming an unknown animal?"
2024.05.17 06:39 Artistic-Ant-7783 I am getting bent over
Long story short, I am currently on my 4th or 5th negative review just this month.
Reason being, my home state has opened up a new distribution facility, so instead of my packages going to the regular Atlanta facility, they’re going to the new one, where I guess they’re extremely backed up. My packages are being held hostage there basically. And when there hasn’t been movement on a package in 3 days, the buyers are messaging me, and the refund requests are back to back to back while the package is still in transit. I have been nice, professional, patient, and understanding of everyone’s grievances and I am doing the very best I possibly can with putting their minds at ease.
I saw a day or two ago that the USPS delays have now made the news and made big mentions to help new facility in my home state to where now I guess congress/senate is getting involved. Example: I shipped an item out maybe a week and half ago to a buyer that lives in my state, and it’s still not to her, now I’m being left with feedback that I’m a scammer, I never sent the item, I gave a fake tracking number, and that I was somehow able to forge the progress in the shipping process and make it “look like it was sent somewhere”.
I’m so done. Is there anything else I can be doing? My local usps guy suggested I send a disclaimer to all buyers about the delays in my home state.
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Reason being, my home state has opened up a new distribution facility, so instead of my packages going to the regular Atlanta facility, they’re going to the new one, where I guess they’re extremely backed up. My packages are being held hostage there basically. And when there hasn’t been movement on a package in 3 days, the buyers are messaging me, and the refund requests are back to back to back while the package is still in transit. I have been nice, professional, patient, and understanding of everyone’s grievances and I am doing the very best I possibly can with putting their minds at ease.
I saw a day or two ago that the USPS delays have now made the news and made big mentions to help new facility in my home state to where now I guess congress/senate is getting involved. Example: I shipped an item out maybe a week and half ago to a buyer that lives in my state, and it’s still not to her, now I’m being left with feedback that I’m a scammer, I never sent the item, I gave a fake tracking number, and that I was somehow able to forge the progress in the shipping process and make it “look like it was sent somewhere”.
I’m so done. Is there anything else I can be doing? My local usps guy suggested I send a disclaimer to all buyers about the delays in my home state.
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
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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.
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Learning to walk and not-squirrels
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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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Impact and introduction
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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.
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Learning to walk and not-squirrels
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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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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,
2024.05.17 06:17 _Triple_ [STORE] 900+ KNIVES/GLOVES/SKINS, 100.000$+ INVENTORY. BFK Lore, Gloves Amphibious, Skeleton Fade, Bowie Emerald, BFK Auto, Gloves MF, Talon Doppler, Gloves POW, Bayo Tiger, Gut Sapphire, Stiletto MF, M9 Ultra, Ursus Doppler, Flip Doppler, M9 Stained, Nomad CW, Paracord CW, AK-47 X-Ray & A Lot More
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KNIVES
★ Butterfly Knife Lore (Factory New), B/O: $7194.77
★ Butterfly Knife Autotronic (Minimal Wear), B/O: $2025.74
⎯★ M9 Bayonet Ultraviolet (Field-Tested), B/O: $557.87
★ M9 Bayonet Stained (Well-Worn), B/O: $529.41
★ M9 Bayonet Boreal Forest (Field-Tested), B/O: $465.39
⎯★ Talon Knife Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $1295.27
★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Minimal Wear), B/O: $746.28
★ Karambit Bright Water (Field-Tested), B/O: $688.15
⎯★ Flip Knife Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $547.93
★ Flip Knife Autotronic (Minimal Wear), B/O: $476.69
★ Flip Knife Case Hardened (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $278.18
★ Flip Knife Black Laminate (Well-Worn), B/O: $258.83
★ Flip Knife Urban Masked (Field-Tested), B/O: $181.64
⎯★ Stiletto Knife Marble Fade (Factory New), B/O: $686.04
★ Stiletto Knife Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $665.41
★ Stiletto Knife, B/O: $601.39
★ Stiletto Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested), B/O: $418.25
★ Stiletto Knife Night Stripe (Field-Tested), B/O: $227.80
★ Stiletto Knife Boreal Forest (Field-Tested), B/O: $194.96
★ Stiletto Knife Safari Mesh (Field-Tested), B/O: $192.79
⎯★ Nomad Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested), B/O: $518.11
★ Nomad Knife Scorched (Field-Tested), B/O: $169.78
★ Nomad Knife Forest DDPAT (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $166.88
★ StatTrak™ Nomad Knife Blue Steel (Field-Tested), B/O: $335.79
⎯★ Skeleton Knife Stained (Well-Worn), B/O: $442.05
★ Skeleton Knife Urban Masked (Minimal Wear), B/O: $426.24
★ Skeleton Knife Boreal Forest (Field-Tested), B/O: $314.03
★ StatTrak™ Skeleton Knife Fade (Minimal Wear), B/O: $2361.28
★ StatTrak™ Skeleton Knife Urban Masked (Field-Tested), B/O: $376.53
⎯★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $557.12
★ Ursus Knife, B/O: $471.42
★ Ursus Knife Blue Steel (Minimal Wear), B/O: $212.37
★ Ursus Knife Case Hardened (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $187.66
★ Ursus Knife Damascus Steel (Field-Tested), B/O: $178.18
★ Ursus Knife Ultraviolet (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $155.13
★ Ursus Knife Boreal Forest (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $124.26
⎯★ Huntsman Knife Black Laminate (Minimal Wear), B/O: $204.83
★ Huntsman Knife Black Laminate (Field-Tested), B/O: $184.50
★ StatTrak™ Huntsman Knife Lore (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $224.11
⎯★ Bowie Knife Gamma Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $2142.02
★ Bowie Knife, B/O: $230.44
★ Bowie Knife Damascus Steel (Factory New), B/O: $209.20
★ Bowie Knife Ultraviolet (Minimal Wear), B/O: $180.51
★ Bowie Knife Ultraviolet (Field-Tested), B/O: $131.03
⎯★ Falchion Knife Night (Field-Tested), B/O: $132.54
★ Falchion Knife Urban Masked (Well-Worn), B/O: $112.81
★ Falchion Knife Scorched (Field-Tested), B/O: $108.81
★ Falchion Knife Forest DDPAT (Field-Tested), B/O: $107.82
★ Falchion Knife Safari Mesh (Field-Tested), B/O: $107.46
★ StatTrak™ Falchion Knife Ultraviolet (Field-Tested), B/O: $143.08
⎯★ Paracord Knife Crimson Web (Minimal Wear), B/O: $486.48
★ Paracord Knife Blue Steel (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $163.12
⎯★ Survival Knife Blue Steel (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $138.26
★ Survival Knife Night Stripe (Field-Tested), B/O: $131.03
⎯★ Gut Knife Sapphire (Minimal Wear), B/O: $1127.79
★ Gut Knife Gamma Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $286.17
★ Gut Knife Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $246.55
★ Gut Knife Marble Fade (Factory New), B/O: $240.77
★ Gut Knife, B/O: $210.49
★ Gut Knife Lore (Field-Tested), B/O: $194.22
★ Gut Knife Case Hardened (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $151.51
★ Gut Knife Blue Steel (Minimal Wear), B/O: $124.94
★ Gut Knife Rust Coat (Well-Worn), B/O: $118.99
★ Gut Knife Boreal Forest (Minimal Wear), B/O: $109.80
★ StatTrak™ Gut Knife Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $237.96
⎯★ Shadow Daggers Gamma Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $264.92
★ Shadow Daggers Marble Fade (Factory New), B/O: $253.03
★ Shadow Daggers Tiger Tooth (Factory New), B/O: $237.22
★ Shadow Daggers Crimson Web (Field-Tested), B/O: $153.40
★ Shadow Daggers Autotronic (Minimal Wear), B/O: $144.42
★ Shadow Daggers Blue Steel (Field-Tested), B/O: $105.20
★ StatTrak™ Shadow Daggers Damascus Steel (Minimal Wear), B/O: $150.46
⎯★ Navaja Knife Fade (Factory New), B/O: $365.99
★ Navaja Knife Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $228.93
★ Navaja Knife Marble Fade (Factory New), B/O: $227.43
★ Navaja Knife Slaughter (Factory New), B/O: $209.06
★ Navaja Knife, B/O: $203.16
★ Navaja Knife Case Hardened (Well-Worn), B/O: $132.57
★ Navaja Knife Damascus Steel (Factory New), B/O: $121.69
★ Navaja Knife Damascus Steel (Minimal Wear), B/O: $109.95
★ Navaja Knife Damascus Steel (Field-Tested), B/O: $100.41
★ StatTrak™ Navaja Knife Fade (Factory New), B/O: $369.01
★ StatTrak™ Navaja Knife Damascus Steel (Field-Tested), B/O: $109.95
GLOVES
★ Sport Gloves Amphibious (Minimal Wear), B/O: $2394.67
★ Sport Gloves Omega (Well-Worn), B/O: $572.33
★ Sport Gloves Bronze Morph (Minimal Wear), B/O: $338.88
★ Sport Gloves Big Game (Field-Tested), B/O: $323.66
⎯★ Specialist Gloves Marble Fade (Minimal Wear), B/O: $1652.07
★ Specialist Gloves Tiger Strike (Field-Tested), B/O: $599.14
★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Web (Well-Worn), B/O: $231.57
★ Specialist Gloves Buckshot (Minimal Wear), B/O: $126.21
⎯★ Moto Gloves POW! (Minimal Wear), B/O: $996.99
★ Moto Gloves POW! (Field-Tested), B/O: $383.31
★ Moto Gloves POW! (Well-Worn), B/O: $276.00
★ Moto Gloves Turtle (Field-Tested), B/O: $180.28
⎯★ Hand Wraps CAUTION! (Minimal Wear), B/O: $502.29
★ Hand Wraps Giraffe (Minimal Wear), B/O: $180.73
★ Hand Wraps CAUTION! (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $178.32
⎯★ Driver Gloves Queen Jaguar (Minimal Wear), B/O: $181.01
★ Driver Gloves Rezan the Red (Field-Tested), B/O: $101.66
⎯★ Broken Fang Gloves Jade (Field-Tested), B/O: $127.88
★ Broken Fang Gloves Needle Point (Minimal Wear), B/O: $124.55
⎯★ Bloodhound Gloves Guerrilla (Minimal Wear), B/O: $127.94
★ Hydra Gloves Case Hardened (Field-Tested), B/O: $102.55
WEAPONS
AK-47 X-Ray (Well-Worn), B/O: $478.95
AUG Hot Rod (Factory New), B/O: $425.83
StatTrak™ M4A1-S Hyper Beast (Factory New), B/O: $413.95
M4A4 Daybreak (Factory New), B/O: $309.51
StatTrak™ AK-47 Aquamarine Revenge (Factory New), B/O: $305.43
AK-47 Case Hardened (Well-Worn), B/O: $196.38
StatTrak™ M4A4 Temukau (Minimal Wear), B/O: $174.64
P90 Run and Hide (Field-Tested), B/O: $167.03
AWP Asiimov (Field-Tested), B/O: $153.33
Souvenir SSG 08 Death Strike (Minimal Wear), B/O: $140.00
M4A1-S Printstream (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $124.70
StatTrak™ M4A1-S Golden Coil (Field-Tested), B/O: $117.48
AWP Asiimov (Well-Worn), B/O: $115.97
StatTrak™ Desert Eagle Printstream (Minimal Wear), B/O: $112.96
StatTrak™ AK-47 Asiimov (Minimal Wear), B/O: $110.85
Souvenir M4A1-S Master Piece (Well-Worn), B/O: $102.42
AK-47 Bloodsport (Minimal Wear), B/O: $100.53
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2024.05.17 05:42 Sweet-Count2557 Maldives Island Hopping Cruise
 | Maldives Island Hopping Cruise Did you know that the Maldives is made up of a staggering 1,200 islands? That's right, this tropical paradise in the Indian Ocean offers endless opportunities for exploration and adventure.And what better way to experience the beauty of the Maldives than through an island hopping cruise? From swimming with whale sharks to indulging in fresh seafood dinners, there is something for everyone on this luxurious getaway.But that's not all, there is so much more to discover and we can't wait to share it with you. So, join us as we embark on a journey through the stunning atolls and pristine beaches of the Maldives.Get ready for an unforgettable experience that will leave you wanting more.Key TakeawaysIsland hopping in the Maldives allows travelers to visit multiple local islands and experience their distinct charm and attractions.The best time to visit the Maldives for island hopping is during the dry season, when the weather is perfect for water activities like snorkeling and scuba diving.Travelers can immerse themselves in the local culture, try traditional Maldivian cuisine, and interact with friendly locals during their island hopping adventure.Luxury cruise options offer a range of activities, exclusive dining experiences, and the opportunity to explore picturesque atolls, making it a truly unforgettable experience.Island Hopping ItineraryWhen planning your island hopping itinerary in the Maldives, get ready for an action-packed adventure that will immerse you in the beauty of the crystal blue waters, stunning marine life, and unique cultural experiences. The Maldives is a dream destination for anyone looking to explore a tropical paradise. With its diverse range of islands and atolls, there's something for everyone to enjoy.Island hopping in the Maldives allows you to visit multiple local islands, each offering their own distinct charm and attractions. From the bustling markets of Malé, the capital city, to the serene beaches of Baa Atoll, there's always something new and exciting to discover. You can immerse yourself in the local culture, try traditional Maldivian cuisine, and interact with the friendly locals.The best time to embark on an island hopping adventure in the Maldives is from November to April, during the dry season. This is when the weather is at its best, with clear skies and calm waters. It provides the perfect conditions for shore excursions and smooth sailing between the islands. You'll have the opportunity to explore the breathtaking coral reefs, swim with whale sharks, and watch for manta rays and green sea turtles.Whether you're an adventure seeker or simply looking to relax and unwind, island hopping in the Maldives offers a unique and unforgettable experience. From thrilling water sports like stand-up paddleboarding and parasailing, to tranquil moments spent on secluded sandbanks, there's something for everyone to enjoy.Best Time to VisitThe best time to visit the Maldives for a cruise holiday is during the dry season from November to April, offering clear weather and minimal rainfall for an unforgettable island hopping experience. Here are five reasons why this is the best time to visit:Perfect weather: During this time, the Maldives experiences sunny days with temperatures ranging from 25 to 30 degrees Celsius. The clear skies create a picturesque backdrop for exploring the stunning islands and enjoying the crystal-clear turquoise waters.Ideal for water activities: The calm seas and excellent visibility make it the perfect time for snorkeling, scuba diving, and swimming with marine creatures like manta rays and whale sharks. Dive into the vibrant coral reefs and discover a world teeming with colorful fish and other fascinating underwater species.Lower humidity: The dry season brings with it lower humidity levels, making it much more comfortable for tourists. You can enjoy your island hopping adventure without feeling overwhelmed by the heat and humidity.Peak season attractions: November to April is considered the peak season for traveling to the Maldives, which means you'll have the opportunity to witness the beautiful marine life and vibrant reefs in their full glory. It's also the best time to engage with the locals and learn about their culture and traditions.Unforgettable experiences: From watching the sunset over the Indian Ocean to indulging in a romantic beach dinner, the dry season offers a plethora of unforgettable experiences. Explore remote islands, relax on pristine beaches, and create memories that will last a lifetime.Plan your visit to the Maldives during the dry season, and you'll be rewarded with the best weather, optimal conditions for water activities, and a chance to immerse yourself in the natural beauty and rich culture of this tropical paradise.Getting to the MaldivesAs we continue our journey through the Maldives, we now turn our attention to the practical aspects of getting to this tropical paradise. The Maldives, with its picturesque islands and crystal-clear waters, is a dream destination for many. Thankfully, there are several ways to reach this idyllic location.The main gateway to the Maldives is Male International Airport, which serves as the main hub with connections to major countries in South-East Asia. Additionally, there are other international airports, such as Gan, Hanimaadhoo, and Maafaru, which offer convenient access to different parts of the archipelago.For those traveling from Dubai or other major cities, direct flights are available, and chartered flights from Europe, China, and Singapore are also options to consider. British Airways even offers direct flights during the peak season, making it even easier to reach this tropical paradise.To make your journey as smooth as possible, it is advisable to arrive at Male before 9:30 a.m. This timing ensures that you have ample time to catch connecting transport to other islands, whether it's a domestic flight or a speedboat transfer.To give you a better idea of the transportation options available, here is a table outlining the various ways to reach the Maldives:Method of TransportationProsConsInternational FlightsConvenient connectionsLimited availabilityChartered FlightsFlexible schedulingHigher costDomestic FlightsQuick and efficientLimited routesSpeedboat TransfersScenic journeyWeather-dependentFerriesAffordable optionLonger travel timeOnce you have successfully arrived in the Maldives, the adventure truly begins. Whether you choose to explore the capital city of Male or venture out to visit local islands, you are sure to be captivated by the natural beauty and warm hospitality that the Maldives has to offer.Packing TipsTo ensure you're well-prepared for your Maldives adventure, here are some essential packing tips to keep in mind.As you embark on your island hopping cruise in this picturesque paradise, you'll want to come equipped with the right gear to fully immerse yourself in the stunning marine life and exhilarating water sports that await you.Pack lightweight, quick-dry clothing: The Maldives is a tropical destination with warm temperatures year-round, so be sure to pack breathable, lightweight clothing that dries quickly. This will come in handy during your water activities and beach outings, allowing you to stay comfortable and cool.Bring snorkeling gear: With its crystal-clear turquoise waters and vibrant coral reefs, the Maldives is a snorkeler's paradise. Don't forget to pack your own snorkeling gear, including masks, fins, and snorkels. This way, you can explore the underwater world at your own pace and marvel at the colorful marine life that calls these waters home.Pack reef-safe sunscreen: The Maldives is committed to preserving its pristine marine environment, and you can contribute to this effort by using reef-safe sunscreen. Traditional sunscreens contain harmful chemicals that can damage coral reefs, so opt for reef-safe alternatives that protect your skin without harming the underwater ecosystem.Include water shoes: While the Maldives is known for its powdery white sandy beaches, some shorelines can be rocky. To protect your feet and fully enjoy all the beaches have to offer, pack a pair of water shoes. These will also come in handy during water sports activities, providing you with grip and protection.Pack a reusable water bottle: Staying hydrated is crucial during your excursions in the Maldives. Carry a reusable water bottle with you to ensure you have access to fresh water at all times. Plus, using a reusable bottle is an eco-friendly choice that helps reduce plastic waste on the islands.Snorkeling and Fishing EquipmentAre you ready to dive into the underwater wonders of the Maldives? On our Maldives Island Hopping Cruise, we provide snorkeling and fishing equipment to ensure that you have the best possible experience exploring the mesmerizing marine life that surrounds these beautiful islands.When it comes to snorkeling, we understand the importance of having high-quality gear. That's why we provide top-notch snorkeling equipment onboard. Whether you're a beginner or an experienced snorkeler, you'll find everything you need to discover the vibrant coral reefs and the incredible variety of marine life that call the Maldives home. From colorful tropical fish to majestic Manta Rays and even the occasional sighting of Whale sharks, you'll be in awe of the underwater world that awaits you.If fishing is more your style, we've got you covered too. Our fishing equipment is readily accessible, allowing you to try your hand at catching some of the delicious local fish. Imagine casting your line into the crystal-clear waters of the Vaavu Atoll, surrounded by breathtaking scenery, and feeling the thrill as you reel in your very own catch of the day. Whether you're an experienced angler or a beginner, our crew will be there to assist you every step of the way.With the provision of snorkeling and fishing equipment, we aim to make your marine adventures as convenient and enjoyable as possible. So get ready to explore the underwater wonders of the Maldives, encounter Manta Rays, marvel at the beauty of the Vaavu Atoll, and maybe even have a close encounter with a gentle giant like the Whale shark.It's time to make unforgettable memories and experience the magic of the Maldives like never before.Travel AdviceAlright, folks, let's talk about some travel advice for your Maldives island hopping cruise.First up, packing essentials. Make sure you have your passport with at least 6 months validity, along with important documents like hotel bookings and return tickets.Next, let's discuss local transportation options. Check with resorts or tour operators for age restrictions for kids and plan to arrive before 9:30 a.m. at Male to ensure smooth connections to other islands.And finally, don't miss out on the must-visit island destinations. Get ready for adventurous activities like snorkeling and island hopping, and pack accordingly.Packing EssentialsWhen preparing for your Maldives island hopping cruise, there are a few essential items you'll want to pack to ensure a comfortable and enjoyable experience. Here are the must-haves for your time on this picturesque island:Lightweight, quick-dry clothing: Pack clothes that are easy to move in and dry quickly, perfect for daily excursions and water activities. You'll be able to explore the local gems without feeling weighed down.Reef-safe sunscreen and wide-brimmed hat: Protect your skin from the sun's rays while enjoying the crystal-clear waters. A wide-brimmed hat will provide shade and keep you cool as you soak up the stunning views.Water shoes or sandals: These will come in handy for walking on the sandy beaches and exploring the underwater world. Keep your feet comfortable and protected, whether you're on land or in the water.Reusable water bottle: Stay hydrated during your adventures by carrying a reusable water bottle. You'll have access to refreshing drinks and reduce plastic waste at the same time.Compact snorkel set: Dive into the vibrant coral reefs and discover the hidden treasures beneath the surface. A compact snorkel set will allow you to explore the underwater wonders with ease.Local Transportation OptionsTo navigate the beautiful islands of the Maldives, there are several local transportation options available for travelers to choose from. For inter-island travel, speedboats and ferries are common modes of transportation. These options not only offer scenic routes but are also affordable, allowing you to explore different atolls at your own pace.If you're looking to cover longer distances between atolls, domestic flights are a convenient choice, providing quicker travel times. Additionally, for a unique and leisurely experience, you can opt for traditional dhoni boat rides. These boats allow you to navigate between nearby islands and soak in the breathtaking views.For a more immersive experience, consider utilizing local transportation options like bicycles or walking to explore the smaller islands and local communities. Whether you choose to travel by speedboat, ferry, flight, or traditional boat, the local transportation options in the Maldives ensure a memorable and enjoyable island-hopping adventure.Must-Visit Island DestinationsAs we delve into the must-visit island destinations in the Maldives, prepare to be captivated by breathtaking sunrises, crystal blue waters, and unforgettable experiences.Here are five incredible places that should be at the top of your list:North Ari Atoll: Dive into the mesmerizing world of coral reefs and vibrant marine life. Get up close and personal with colorful fish and explore the underwater caves and swim-throughs.Baa Atoll: Discover the UNESCO Biosphere Reserve and witness the annual migration of manta rays. Immerse yourself in the beauty of this atoll's untouched nature.Vaavu Atoll: Embark on thrilling scuba diving adventures and come face to face with hammerhead sharks and eagle rays. Dive deep into the clear and calm waters for a truly unforgettable experience.South Mal Atoll: Explore the untouched beauty of this atoll's stunning coral reefs. Snorkel alongside sea turtles and discover the rich biodiversity of this underwater paradise.Meemu Atoll: Indulge in adrenaline-pumping water sports like parasailing and stand-up paddleboarding. Unwind on secluded beaches and soak in the tranquility of this hidden gem.Get ready to create memories that will last a lifetime as you explore these must-visit island destinations in the Maldives.Reviews and TestimonialsBased on our experience, the Maldives Island Hopping Cruise has left us absolutely impressed with its luxurious accommodations. The cruise can accommodate up to 40 guests, ensuring an intimate and exclusive travel experience. The cabins are tastefully decorated, featuring panoramic sea views that create a sense of tranquility and serenity. The attention to detail in the decor perfectly complements the stunning natural beauty of the Maldives.One of the highlights of the cruise is the Alimatha Resort, which offers a unique and unforgettable experience. With its pristine white sandy beaches and crystal-clear turquoise waters, it's considered one of the best Maldives has to offer. The resort provides a range of activities and amenities to cater to all interests and preferences. Whether you're a diving enthusiast or simply looking to relax and unwind, the Alimatha Resort has something for everyone.Another standout feature of the Maldives Island Hopping Cruise is the ScubaSpa. This luxury liveaboard diving yacht offers a truly indulgent experience. Guests can pamper themselves with rejuvenating spa treatments while enjoying the breathtaking views of the Maldivian seascape. The ScubaSpa combines the thrill of diving with the relaxation of a spa retreat, making it a truly unique and memorable experience.Maldives Boat Tours and Yacht ChartersNow let's talk about the exciting boat tour options and yacht charters available for exploring the Maldives.With a variety of options to choose from, you can embark on a thrilling adventure to discover the hidden gems of this stunning archipelago.Whether you prefer a private yacht charter or a guided boat tour, you'll have the opportunity to visit different atolls, immerse yourself in the local culture, and indulge in exhilarating activities like snorkeling and swimming with magnificent marine creatures.Get ready for an unforgettable journey through the crystal-clear waters of the Maldives.Boat Tour OptionsBoat tours in the Maldives offer an array of exciting activities, making it an ideal destination for adventure seekers and nature enthusiasts. Here are some boat tour options that will surely make your trip to the Maldives unforgettable:Watching the sunrise from secluded beaches: Imagine starting your day by witnessing the golden rays of the sun painting the sky as you relax on a pristine beach.Swimming with local Whale Sharks: Get up close and personal with these majestic creatures, swimming alongside them in crystal clear waters.Snorkeling and scuba diving: Dive into the vibrant underwater world of the Maldives, with its colorful coral reefs and diverse marine life.Exploring shipwrecks: Discover the secrets of sunken vessels, exploring the history and marine ecosystems that have thrived around them.Island hopping: Visit different atolls like Baa Atoll, Vaavu Atoll, South Mal Atoll, and Meemu Atoll, each offering unique experiences and stunning landscapes.With these boat tour options, you can immerse yourself in the natural beauty that has made the Maldives a sought-after destination. Don't miss the chance to explore the house reef and create lifelong memories on your island hopping adventure.Yacht Charter AvailabilityAfter exploring the exciting boat tour options in the Maldives, it's time to set sail on a luxurious yacht charter and immerse ourselves in the breathtaking beauty and thrilling adventures that await.Yacht charter availability in the Maldives offers a range of activities to satisfy every traveler's desires. From scuba diving in crystal-clear waters to snorkeling among vibrant coral reefs, there's something for everyone.Imagine cruising through the Indian Ocean on a tastefully decorated yacht, with panoramic sea views and en-suite bathrooms with showers. The itinerary includes visits to picturesque locations such as Rasdhoo Atoll, Madivaru Finolhu beach, Meeruvenfushi Island, and Maamigili Island, where you can encounter majestic whale sharks.The best time to embark on a Maldives island hopping cruise is during the dry season, from November to April, when the weather is clear, and the sailing is smooth.Access to these unforgettable experiences is made easy through international airports like Male International Airport, Gan, Hanimaadhoo, and Maafaru, with connections to major countries in South-East Asia.Get ready for an unforgettable journey through paradise.Luxury Cruise Itinerary and HighlightsEmbark on a truly luxurious and unforgettable cruising experience aboard the Handhu charter boat, where indulgence and relaxation await at every turn. Our luxury cruise itinerary is designed to showcase the best of the Maldives, ensuring you have a remarkable island hopping experience. Here are the highlights:Exclusive Dining Experiences: Delight your taste buds with exquisite meals prepared by our talented onboard chefs. From fresh seafood caught right from the Indian Ocean to international cuisines, every meal is a culinary masterpiece.Island Hopping Tours: Explore the stunning Maldives by visiting local islands and pristine locations off the beaten path. Immerse yourself in the vibrant culture, interact with the friendly locals, and discover the hidden gems of this tropical paradise.Diverse Range of Activities: Dive into the crystal-clear waters and swim with magnificent whale sharks, embark on thrilling scuba diving adventures, or simply snorkel and witness the colorful marine life. Experience the local traditions and customs through engaging cultural activities.Picturesque Atolls: Discover the breathtaking atolls of Baa, Vaavu, South Mal, and Meemu. Each offers unique marine life, historical significance, and serene landscapes. Marvel at the vibrant coral reefs, pristine white sandy beaches, and lush tropical vegetation.Ideal Time to Visit: Plan your visit during the dry season from November to April for clear weather, minimal rainfall, and a fantastic peak season experience. Enjoy sunny days and calm seas as you explore the beauty of the Maldives.Indulge in luxury, explore the wonders of the Maldives, and create unforgettable memories on our island hopping cruise. It's time to embark on a journey of a lifetime.Frequently Asked QuestionsIs It Worth Island Hopping in Maldives?Island hopping in the Maldives is definitely worth it! There are both pros and cons to consider.On the positive side, you get to experience the stunning natural beauty of the Maldives, swim with whale sharks, and explore local islands.However, it can be expensive and crowded during peak tourist season. The best time to go is during the dry season from November to April.Some recommended islands to visit are Baa Atoll for its UNESCO Biosphere Reserve and Meemu Atoll for its historical significance.Can You Island Hop the Maldives?Yes, you can definitely island hop in the Maldives!Exploring this stunning archipelago is a must for any traveler. From savoring the local cuisine to immersing ourselves in the vibrant culture, there's so much to experience.The best time to visit is from November to April, when the weather is dry and perfect for island hopping.Don't miss out on the top destinations like Baa Atoll and Vaavu Atoll, where you can discover breathtaking coral reefs and indulge in thrilling water activities.How Much Does It Cost to Go Island Hopping in Maldives?Island hopping in the Maldives offers a budget-friendly way to explore this beautiful archipelago. The cost for adults is approximately USD 225, and children can join for USD 113.The best time to go is during the dry season from November to April, when the weather is perfect for exploring.Some must-visit islands during your trip include the North Ari Atoll, known for its stunning coral reefs, and the local islands where you can experience the unique culture of the Maldives.Can You Travel Between Islands in Maldives?Yes, we can definitely travel between islands in the Maldives! It's an incredible experience to explore the diverse landscapes and cultures this beautiful country has to offer.With over 1200 islands and 26 atolls, there are so many popular island destinations to choose from. However, it's important to keep in mind any current travel restrictions in place.The best time to visit for island hopping is from November to April, when the weather is perfect for exploring and enjoying the stunning beaches and marine life.ConclusionEmbark on a thrilling journey through the Maldives' enchanting islands with our Island Hopping Cruise.Dive into crystal-clear waters, swim alongside majestic whale sharks, and indulge in mouthwatering seafood feasts as the sun sets over the horizon.Whether you're seeking adventure or relaxation, our customizable packages and luxurious charter boat will ensure an unforgettable experience.Get ready to create lifelong memories as you sail through turquoise waters, explore vibrant reefs, and bask in the beauty of this tropical paradise. submitted by Sweet-Count2557 to worldkidstravel [link] [comments] |
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2024.05.17 03:32 lukelzzo BJLG: Toronto Blue Jays vs. Tampa Bay Rays
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Commander Dunajski
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We were the watchful eyes over Earth. That was my job. The only thing second to that was the search for the missing pieces of my life.
As usual, however, that work was hard. After all, the past two years had been the same process. I get my human subordinates to find a list of names from anywhere: concentration camps, labour camps, ghettos, and all of those rotten places. Then, they'd hand me a report with the unimportant names blacked out and only the specific names I needed were left uncrossed. I had spent two years doing that process, every day on this station was spent doing that. Finding those two was the main goal of my life; It's what let me wake up every morning. The hope of a reunion.
But, until I got my hands on another report, I was keeping myself busy with monitoring my subordinates on the Romnua Space Headquarters as we orbited over Southern Africa. Something to help me take my mind off of everything was admiring our native Earth from my post. The golden deserts of Namibia and the green rainforests of the Congo dominated the view from the huge glass wall that separated us from the cold vacuum of space. Although I’ve been on this damn station for two years now, the sights never cease to get a gasp of amazement from me.
The Confederation used this station and 16 others to monitor and keep tabs on anything happening on Earth. We were the keen observers that protected Earth from any foreign incursion.
A bit ironic coming from the people who invaded us.
At least the Germans didn’t fill us with such lies.
The only reason why they chose me to run this joint human-Confederation sector was because I was an unwilling favourite of their high command. I was one of the best remaining generals in Poland. I served in the Great War and the Polish-Soviet War as a lowly troop, but I was a respected general by the time of the German invasion in 1939.
I defended my country for as long as I could. I resisted for a long time after our official surrender. When the Nazis got to me, they carted me off to a labour camp. Then I escaped and continued the fight on the British Isles, being airdropped and ferried out on multiple occasions. Once the Confederation arrived, my fight against the Nazis and their brutal occupation ended, but I was left without the sunshine of my life.
“Here’s the registered civilian report, sir,” a Lithuanian lieutenant saluted as he handed me a manila folder with a printed paper that had a list of names typed onto it. Even though Lithuania and Poland weren’t the greatest of chums before the war, occupation by the Soviet and Nazi barbarians created a sense of tragic camaraderie between our people.
“Did you file out the names?” I asked calmly, flipping open the folder. I kept my ears open for the response as I waded my hands across pages of paper with smooth flips.
“Yes, sir,” the lieutenant replied as my eyes scanned the paper. The names were crossed out in black marker. I scanned it top-to-bottom and page after page. I began to lose hope even more, but then again, it’s not like there was much left of it anyway.
I had been searching for them for two long years. Two years of going against the rules of our hulky alien occupiers. I used their systems to find evidence and our tools to file them out into something comprehensible. I wouldn’t trust an “AI” to find the names I was looking for. The Germans kept well organised records of everything well-organised, so a good thorough search was probably the best thing I had. Still, however, it was an arduous process.
But, just as that thought appeared in my mind, it was my eyes that had fixed on the one name I had been anticipating for the last two years:
Katarzyna Kaminski. My love.
I must’ve jumped with joy. I’d done it! I found her! After what? Six long years of waiting and searching! Finally! First my wife, and then that would open the gate to finding my son too! After so long! I’d see them again! This day was something to be remembered forever!
“Oh, you did your job spectacularly!” I cheered to the lieutenant. However, his expression was more grim.
“Ne, pone,” he advised sombrely in Lithuanian, shaking his head. "The top of the page.”
I was so hooked in my search for any sign of my family that I forgot to even read the title of the page. Looking up, my eyes locked onto the print and read. In a moment, my hopes were stamped out and rage and suffering swallowed my heart like the deep blue ocean.
Registered List of All Prisoners Killed in Auschwitz Death Camp in the Year of Our Lord 1942
Everything went silent in an instant. I froze upright with my eyes glued to the paper. My ears began to ring like a shell had just hit nearby. My face bubbled red in embarrassment, rage, and most of all, misery. My legs felt just about ready to collapse inward and my hips were ready to explode outwards. My body pushed against itself, betraying my fundamental being as my eyes reread the name over and over, trying to make some worthless attempt to console my burning body of emission. None of it worked.
My Katarzyna. Gone. In one sentence. All my joy trampled in a second.
She died not even with a proper burial. She died leaving her son and not knowing if her fighting husband would even embrace her again. All of my searching, and the result was this. This.
It seems that the story of my search for my loved ones ended here. But upon reviewing the rest of the list in silence, I couldn’t find a single mention of a Jakub Dunajski. All my hope was gone to the extent that I held out no idea that Jakub survived the camps.
If his mother didn’t, then he didn’t either.
The final verdict of my search hit me like a train: I would never see my family again.
That depressing day I had to leave them in September of that fateful year was the last time I’d ever see my son and wife again. Our paths diverged with me toling in labour camps hoping to escape to find them once more. And while I was fighting onwards in England, they were shipped to Auschwitz to die. While I was toiling in captivity, they were being beaten and tortured daily. While the Confederation swept across Europe, they were gassed or gunned down in their cots.
After all this time, the thought that I had been suppressing for my entire search was now the dominant ruler of my brain. It was the fact that I had failed them.
I did not sob loudly, I did not scream. Nor did I stamp the floor or tear the page from the folder. I resisted them all. As I had for the past six years. The only response the Lithuanian got from me was a barely audible whimper and a tear.
The tear rolled from my eye down my shaved cheek, slowly dripping down and curving up to my chin in a swift motion. It hung there delicately as if it was absorbing all of my pain into it. Then, when the load became too much for it to bear, it fell. Quickly slipping off and dropping down before it slapped against the white page with a plop. A stain that looked like a crater in no man’s land now rested, ingrained into the paper that killed my hope.
The paper that essentially killed my wife.
Silence engulfed the room and ringing my ears as the words and black marker on the paper became no more than a blur, incomprehensible and unidentifiable. That’s what I wanted anyway, every glance at the page would just finalise the fact that it all was over. That I was alone.
“Legion-Commander Henix wants to see you,” an unforgiving feminine alien voice came from behind me. I jumped in response as my head flew back to meet the alien.
It was a Yetiayhu. And, as was apparently commonplace, they had the typical fangs and talons that all species other than us seemed to have, along with a giant tail that had a little ball of fur at the very end of it. Adding onto that, the Yetiayhu had large expansive cool-coloured frills that were interrupted by little blackish-blue dots here and there, like some Amazonian animal. Their bodies were slimmer than others but still pretty much buff tanks compared to me.
“For what purpose?” I replied with a brow raised in suspicion. My experience in the military and as a resistance head gave me a good tutorial on how to suppress the tears in one’s voice. After years upon years of endless trial and error, I had pretty much perfected it. But, in the case of my reddened eyes, I brought the brim of my military cap down to obscure my eyes.
“He didn’t tell me. Get moving,” the Yetiayhu hissed, her frills fluttering in annoyance.
I almost forgot that the aliens didn’t give a shit about any of our feelings. I’m sure showing too much emotion was an offence in the Confederation military. Could you imagine emotion being a punishable offence? What sort of dystopian fascist hellhole did that!?
Oh wait, I could think of one: Nazi Germany.
My eyes subtly fixed on the Yetiayhu with a bit of contempt that she came to me at my worst moment. I just found out that my wife was unceremoniously killed in a death camp, and she was just acting as pouty as a kid. Granted, she didn’t know of my suffering, but that attitude is deserving of a wrist-slap back on my world.
Too bad for me, the world I’m referring to was no longer even ours anymore.
“You better show some respect,” I huffed, containing my emotions in a little capsule of misery.
“Last time I checked, you were still a transpec,” she scoffed. “Get to his office. Now.”
I couldn’t say no. The first was because she was right about our species’ standing as a “Transitional Species”. But the other reason was because the females of these species were huge. It made sense since their system of governance was a matriarchy. But even then, this bitchy Yetiayhu was a good 2.3 metres tall, towering over me by quite a bit.
Why the hell were these species so damn demonic? Did nature really just shit on us for all of evolution? Every single alien species I had ever seen was some sort of superhuman being. Was there some galactic hierarchy that I didn’t know of? But whatever, there was nothing I could ever do about that fact. The most concerning thing on my platter now was finding the fate of my only child. Whatever Henix had would have to come second.
But either way, I obliged. Leaving my little command sector with a scowl. The doors hissed shut behind me and I turned to my left and began my journey. To prevent an emotional disaster, I tried to ease my haywire senses by inspecting the futuristic facility around me.
Around me was a circular walkway that wrapped around the edge of the station as the outer rim wrapped around the core. Now that I think about it, the station resembled more like a solar system than the bullseye some of the Hungarians compared it to. There was a huge spherical central command at the core of the structure, and then there were the rims. Those were essentially shorter tube structures that wrapped around the centre. Like an orbit.
But these “orbits” weren’t separated by any spaces at all and were all bunched together and connected. The only open space in this station was between the centre and the outer sectors, which was only punctuated by multiple pressurised walkways. The other sectors and posts were in a concentric batch of circular structures around the core. Where I was going, was into the core.
I strolled along the outskirt walkway before taking a right turn into the deeper sections of the station. The view changed from a large window of space to machines and tech beyond my comprehension as I made my way into the inner sectors. The closer it was to the core, the more important it was. These areas were exclusively for the Confederation members, so no human without permission or clearance could enter. But apparently, they were okay when I was there. Many of them gave parting glances before getting back to their work on their “holograms” and “holopads”.
That was something to note, the tech difference between our two civilisations was greater than we could even conceived of, following the Armistice. I watched as humanity went from pigeons and telegraphs to radios and enigma. Now these aliens had “networks” and “internets”. All the new tech was annoying and complex, I never knew what to do. That’s why my sector, the only sector with humans, used telegraphs, enigma, morse, paper, ink, pen, typewriters, and everything else that you would find in an earthly workplace.
I went through a workplace that was basically a science fiction book. It had bright white individual work pods, big glowing blue screens that weren’t even tangible, and so many other things that were too much for me to comprehend. This was stuff only a writer could come up with! Even if we had all of the guns, tanks, and planes our planet’s resources would’ve let us make, it still wouldn’t have even come close to the weapons of the Confederation and their sophistication.
After a long stroll through the labyrinth of connected stations and workplaces, I finally reached the connecting walkways. I entered a little middle chamber that hissed a little gas onto me and ran over me with a blue and red laser. The other doors then opened and I was let through into the lightless walkway.
Once again, only space shined through the top glass dome that ran across the whole upper section of the walkway. But even if I wanted to, I couldn’t even gaze at the stars due to the circumference of the spherical central command blocking half my vision. The outside cover of the sphere was white and hexagon padded, which just added to the already humongous gap between humanity and our Confederation conquerors.
But, even if I looked beyond that when no structures were blocking my view, I could see at least a hundred or more blocky slabs of black and grey.
And there it was, the Confederation Occupational Fleet. It was so menacing with all of their Vatican-sized ships. Except, those ships were only frigates. Their fleet had cruisers, frigates, destroyers, battleships, battle cruisers, carriers, supercarriers, and everything in between. All to monitor our little desolate rock of two billion.
Their supercarriers which were probably the size of Rome, were the prides of the enemy fleet. Those bulky beasts and their battleships were the literal symbols of their superiority. All of these ships had enough firepower to raze a good million or so Earths. Why they sent all of this to deal with a species that hadn’t done anything past grazing space with a V-2 rocket was beyond me.
Overkill, My mind ranted to itself. Ego just radiates off those ships like heat from the sun!
Speaking of the sun, in a good few months, there wouldn’t even be one.
Or, to be more specific, it would be pretty much enclosed in a megastructure to harness power from it. The Confederation called their mad project a “Hrana Complex”. Construction began even before they attacked Earth, and they were making progress. Whenever a human complained about it, the Confederation ilk always shot them down with either a patronisation of their primitive nature or a response that there would be a small window for Earth to receive light; As if that was better.
The sun was dimmer and dimmer by the day, the one light that all humans looked up to was fading. Blocked out by tech and machines from the occupying powers. That’s like if the Germans built a big space shield to block America from the sun and kill all of their crops or something.
The idea was so alien that not even I could come up with a relatable explanation for it!
After a long while of distracting myself with successful results, I finally reached the other side of the walkway, which was a large metal door. I now had to push the heavy metal door open with difficulty as it slowly hissed open. Upon entering, I was greeted by two Bwkas, who were basically supersized humanoid bears, but with deadly attributes tripled in their power and appearance. Of course, I was met with the average stare of contempt as I made my way up to them.
“And why are you here?” one of them growled with venom as it balanced its heavy rifle in its claws. Those “rifles” were the size of an anti-tank rifle or an Ami bazooka. The difference was that it was also automatic and powered by plasma. Just by seeing that, anyone could’ve already predicted it to you that humanity was doomed from the start of the war.
“Legion-Commander Henix wanted to speak with me?” I replied with a head tilt.
“Up the stairs and down the left hall to the right,” the other grumbled with a snarl of its fangs. He was talking as if I didn’t know where my own senior officer was.
I rolled my eyes secretly and trudged on. Scurrying off into the main lobby, I gazed up to see that the vertex of the roof was an absolutely stupendous 40 metres high! That just added a cavernous feeling to the multi-floored white chamber. It was a whole office building in space.
Not many of those were left in Warsaw anyway.
As I made my way toward the circulating stairwell, my gaze snapped to the circular stellar map that projected a huge three-dimensional view of the galaxy. I couldn’t help but be mesmerised by the glowing non-touchable lights every time I saw it. The map was of the whole known galaxy, the dark pink was the Confederation at the centre. It was huge, at least triple the size of the second largest power, whose name was in an alien tongue unknown to me. All the other colours were of the different species that were independent states and empires of their own.
Free from the forced “civilising” we were suffering through.
Annoyingly, my long black military boots slapped against the clean granite floor with loud audible clacks. This, of course, instantly drew attention from all the beasts around me. All of them looked at me with confusion before it morphed into what I assumed was judgment. These species didn’t think highly of us at all. I mean, according to them, we were uncivilised brutes. Dumb primates that just invented new ways of chucking rocks at one another.
Now, that wasn’t wrong per se. But, it wasn’t nice when that was their one sole opinion of our species.
From the beginning of my tenure here, they practically spat on me. They saw my use of our antiquated tech to be insubordination, and savage in nature. Whenever I did my Polish two-fingered salute, they saw it as disrespect and dishonour. Whenever I didn’t eat the same solely raw and carnivorous diet as them, I was a disgusting omnivore who was a greedy bastard wanting to steal from both sides.
Whatever that meant! Imagine being persecuted because of what you ate! On Earth, we were prosecuting each other over other stupid things like skin, race, ethnicity, national origin, religion, how people looked, and everything else similar.
But!
Nobody was stupid enough to get mad at each other over food. Muslims didn’t kill Christians over eating pork. Jews didn’t kill Muslims over them eating dairy and meat on the same plate. Food was food. We all needed it to survive. Yet, the aliens saw it as just another thing to hate us for.
How could these things hate us but somehow still force themselves to occupy us? Why didn’t they just let us duke it out in the battlefields and on the high seas? Why were they just lamer Nazis? Death by slow assimilation and bigotry was worse than death by starvation, labour, or the firing squad.
Making my way up some circulating steps to the second floor, I took the turn and rushed down the hall before finding the door to Henix’s room. Pushing it open with a low drum, I was met with the dark room of Legion-Commander Henix. The only thing lighting the room was, of course, empty space. Since we were higher than the orbiting sectors, his window was actually able to see into the rest of outer space.
The dimming sun reflected off of the station’s concentric exterior and the stars shined bright through thick glass and into the little dark room. The floor was akin to an emerald-coloured rug and the walls were shelves for storage devices like their “pads” and “drives”.
“Greetings, sir,” I opened to the Kohaul with a two-fingered Polish salute.
The Kohaul were the typical humanoids, but they were practically copies of wolves. Light grey fur, a huge bushy tail, and a patch of dense hair around the pelvis area that acted as a sort of frontal tail. Hazel or blue eyes. And, obviously better than us in every way as usual with fangs, semi-venomous saliva, better hearing with their dog ears, the ability to run faster, especially on all fours, and all of that useless garbage that I was used to. Humanity was clearly always the weak link.
Ending my salute and looking to the right, it was then that I noticed at least three other foreign beasts. I quickly recognised them as superiors of different stations and fleets. Why they were here just added to my paranoia.
A Wenli, a Felshan, and a Geinna. Or the more simplified version being: a humanoid dragon, a blue lizard, and a literal Pacific folk beast.
If you were to continue simplifying it even more, you’d come to the definition that they were the three species assigned to resistance mop-up duty on Earth.
“Now, now,” Henix growled. “What is the way I taught you?”
Sighing deeply, I put my Polish general cap to my chest with my left hand before bowing slightly. They wanted us to purge all of the things that made us Polish soldiers and make us their soldiers. I wasn’t going to give up so easily. No matter how much they held me in high regard. They would have to acknowledge that Poland was for the Poles and I would never be anything else.
“Now, I know you are a good commander. You have served us well,” Henix began with a flick from his dog ear. “But, something has come up in recent days that has been of horrible concern to us.”
“And that is?” I asked with a raised brow, sitting at the open chair in front of Henix with a grunt.
“Wasting Confederation equipment and materials on something unsanctioned by any relevant superior on this station,” the Geinna replied for Henix with a hiss.
Oh, kurwa.
They had caught me red-handed. Was today just the day my luck ran dry from its coffers? I was now completely at their mercy. But, these aliens were brutes. So, I was sure that I’d be beheaded within the next hour.
I had tried my best to scrub all evidence of my operations. I put in false reports and fake alerts to give them the facade of me just doing my job. It appears that they saw through my ulterior actions quickly. I was using their tech to do it. Why did I not expect them to know!?
“Now, unless you would be so kind as to tell me why, maybe I’ll pardon your charges,” Henix warned with a composure that put me off.
“Charges of what?” I asked fearfully.
“Well, normally, that would just be a reprimand or demotion at the worst. But since you are a species that we are trying to integrate into the galactic community . . . the punishment is equivalent to treason.”
Henix must’ve seen my face go pallid as his expression softened from robotic seriousness to empathy in a moment. I didn’t despise Henix at all, and this was the exact reason why.
He could feel empathy.
Unlike most Germans.
And he showed reason.
Unlike most Germans.
“Oh, no, don’t worry,” he reassured me with a sombre grin. “I personally do not wish for that fate to befall you. You have served me well. I’ll defend you. But I can’t do that if you won’t even tell me why.”
I would’ve, but I couldn’t. I trusted Henix. Sure, he was as bigoted and cold as his shitty peers. But, I could trust in his word. He wasn’t a crook. But for his comrades present? For all I knew, this was a death trap to get me to confess and to justify a sudden execution. It's not like they would've cared much if I lived or died anyway. I was expendable.
“I know nothing of this,” I affirmed, straightening myself in the slick white chair. Since I was practically a master of all things cold and emotionless, I could just put off a face of resolute honesty without any weaknesses, barring the death of Katarzyna. They’d have to fuck off eventually for that reason, and I’d be more careful with my further searches.
But then again, Katarzyna was dead, and Jakub probably was too. There was nothing else to really risk my life for. Because I had no more life. The two I loved most were gone. I could’ve just let myself die here. I had nothing else. My parents were dead, my home was rubble, my country was occupied, my wife was dead too, and my son was too. I had nothing left to fight for.
“You are the only human in this position of power,” Henix hummed. “We chose you for a reason. You had talent and composure. But this we cannot tolerate. Don’t play coy and tell us.”
“I didn’t do anything wrong,” I huffed with concern mounting in me and gnawing on my soul. “I do not know why you seem to want to frame me for such a crime.”
“Commander Dunajski,” the Felsha snarled. “We’re not stupid. Do not try and lie to us.”
“I am not lying,” I turned to the row of beasts with a scowl. “Whatever could I even use the equipment for? My subordinates only use human machines. Typewriters. Not ‘holographic display devices’ or any of that fancy tech. Why would I even?”
“Commander Duna—”
“No,” I cut off in a calm but harsh tone, “this will not continue.”
Henix looked between the beasts and then he zeroed in on me with his steely blue eyes that rivalled mine, “I know you’re lying, Commander. This will simply mount your charges.”
“In fact,” the Felshan admiral began with a sad smirk, “you could be helping resistance movements for all we know. That level of treason is something very few get and it’s for a good reason. Does that sound like something you’d want?”
“I didn’t do any of the deeds of which I am accused,” I held my ground with a growl. “I have nothing to gain!”
“Do you not?” Henix growled, now agitated. “I’ve noticed a lot of care in searching for a ‘Katarzyna’ and ‘Jakub’. Is there any reason why?”
The Geinna nodded, “Are these contacts or aliases? You know well what fate awaits you if we prove their origin to be that of a resistance cell.”
Oh, Bog. I was really stuck now. They knew their names too. I couldn’t just shrug this off. If I continued parrying their questions, I’d totally get beheaded. They wanted us to be as meek and docile as possible. Me standing up to their accusations instead of folding probably already probably fucked up my chances of clemency.
I looked up to Henix, and his blue eyes were unforgiving. He was waiting for my next move, like a brutal game of chess. I turned to look at the three bastards to my right, their eyes were filled with scorn and disgust at me, at my people.
Just like the Germans.
“I-I . . . I don’t . . . They aren’t . . . ” I began before letting out a deep sigh to empty my tight lungs. Silence enveloped the room for a good few seconds. I couldn’t fight on anymore. I’d lost. “You win.”
“As expected,” the Wenli grumbled. “I expected better of someone like you. But I guess the nature of such a volatile and insubordinate species like you would always dominate your actions.”
I didn’t mind that blatant patronisation of me and my kind as I just looked up at Henix with decimated dreams. Henix seemed to note that I wished to talk as he leaned and sat up straight in his chair. He’d listen. But not his ilk.
“Do you have a testimony, Commander Dunajski?” Henix purred with his head leaned in on his arm.
“Well,” I began with a wince, “i-it’s for a selfish reason to be fair.”
“Mhm,” Henix replied, pulling out one of his hologram pads to write down my testimony. Even if I trusted him, as of now, I couldn’t even trust him with writing my own testimony. For all I knew, he’d probably just warp it into something reminiscent of a last-second attempt at deception or just plain begging.
Then again, he was my best chance to prevent my fate from manifesting.
“I-I-I . . .” I stuttered, not finding the words to express my suffering. My throat burned and my eyes filled with tears. My face of composure was just as fragile as my mental health. All I knew was going to shit.
“You what?” Henix snarled. “I’m not here to take stutters as a testimony. Give me a comprehensible sentence or I can call the guards in to take you to the brigs.”
“I j-just want to find my family,” I blurted blindly. Clamping my eyes shut, I waited for my reasoning to be torn apart by the monsters before me. The monsters that were killing our homes and assimilating us.
Just like the . . . Oh, you know who!
After a little while of uncomfortable silence, I reopened my eyes and looked up at my prosecutors. Henix’s ears perched up in surprise at the confession, and I heard the slaps of tails and the rustle of scales from my side. I expected that to be an even greater reason to punish me. Using their tech just to find my family? Treason it was. I couldn’t even pull myself back together when a few tears rolled down my cheek as I looked to the floor once more in shame.
I fought and worked for Jakub and Katarzyna. Now both were gone. And even if Jakub was still alive, he would be without a father too in this new world. Nothing was happy about this unceremonious end. My story was over, and so were the stories of my family, friends, and parents.
“F-family?” Henix finally hummed with a hint of shock. He then attempted to hide it with his monotone voice. I slowly and quietly sobbed to myself, cursing my weakness. “Tell me more.”
The other beasts in the room shuffled their feet and locked their gazes on me with a bit of anticipation. I was a bit confused by the reaction. How was saying they were my loved ones a game-changer? But, I didn’t pay much attention anyway, my mind was filled to the brim with the stone-cold fact that had haunted me since the beginning of my searches:
I was now alone.
“Wife and son. I-I don’t know where they are. I was searching for them both. Using your systems, I . . . before you summoned me here, I got a report. In it, Katarzyna, my wife of twenty-two years, is dead. My son . . .” I gave a miserable chuckle, “only God Almighty knows where he is now.”
I should have never cried. I should have never shown emotion, especially on this damn station. Emotional control was the most important here. These beasts were very organised and very honour-driven. Crying itself was probably considered treason. At this point, it was just another thing to add on to my list of present offences.
Everything was collapsing in front of me in quick succession.
Instead of scolding me though, Henix just looked at me and watched me fail at controlling my sobs. It gave me an odd feeling that he was just tacitly judging me rather than chastising me verbally. The other beasts were the same, simply wagging their tails in thought or tilting their heads. It unnerved me a bit, but I was too busy internally cursing myself to care about it.
After what felt like my whole tour in Bolshevik Russia, Henix gave a low growl and a wag of his bushy back tail with the words of his sentencing response pushing against his fangs. The fate waiting for me was only a second away, and with that one growl, I’d be done for. What a fool I was to trust any of these pigs!
“I’m sorry about your predicament,” he spoke slowly. “When we saw the crimes of your ‘Nazis’ it became one of the major reasons why we intervened on this damn planet in the first place.”
What a lie. My brain cackled nonchalantly. They’re doing the same things as the Nazis; Although this time, it was all of us who were suffering from it.
Rolling my eyes, I saw through the bullshit. They were no different.
Scraping at his slick and futuristic desk in ponderous thinking, Henix refocused his pristine and steely blue eyes on me, “What you did was unprofessional and highly dishonourable. Anyone who did such an offence would’ve been discharged or demoted with the snap of a maw.
He shook his head in another short pause as he formulated his next response. I hated the silence, I just wanted a “yes” or a “no” if I was to be shot or not. The aliens had a knack to be blunt, but also verbose. It didn’t make sense, but that’s how they worked. And boy did I hate it!
“But, I cannot even attempt to grasp the gravity of the situation you are dealing with,” he began again, snapping me from my thoughts.
I scowled with agitation and furrowed my brows, “Am I still being shot?”
“No,” the other Wenli interrupted with a sigh and a lick of his fangs. “But, we aren’t leaving you here either.”
My mind went berserk As if that was better! Leaving me alive at this point was punishment enough! Without this station, I’d have to scan all of Europe manually. It’d take the rest of my whole pathetic life to cover even half of Poland! Damn these beasts and damn their posturing!
“Well,” Henix thought, “I have an idea. Akvu?”
The Felsha stepped up from the group of beasts and bowed slightly, “Yes?”
“How about we send Commander Dunajski to be a part of the clearance teams?”
The Felsha slapped its tail against the floor in disdain, “Isn’t he under suspicion of connections?”
“I never saw it in him,” Henix replied. “He was hiding something? Yes. But I never expected resistance affiliations. He isn’t that type of soldier. Besides, I used the accusation to crack him, not actually charge him.”
“W-what is my punishment?” I interrupted with mounting impatience as I tapped my jackboot in annoyance. Talking about how they broke me wasn’t what I wanted to hear at the moment. What was important was my quest for my old life. I wanted my wife back, my son, my home, my country.
“So, the idea is,” Henix began with his hands raised in illustrative explanation, “we send you to Earth to root out the resistance pockets. Some random places like Roosiya, Anghipt, Brazza, Mixka, Cooba, and much more. But! There is also an ongoing search for a resistance network in Eirope.”
“Where?” I shot back with rejuvenated hope.
“Central Eirope,” Henix hummed with a grin. “Former human nations like Polna, Cjermaña, Nodorla, Belja, and Cnzecka.”
It took me a good second to decipher those names. What a mess of pronunciation for all of them they were. Since they were busy trying to wipe our uniqueness from us, the aliens had their own names for our old nations, just the same as how they put my Poland in an occupation zone called “Foije”. A stupid name. Now, they were just coming up with mispronounced names for the defunct nations of old Earth.
I absolutely loathed the name “Polna” because “Polska” was better in every way. But they were our conquerors, and they were the bastards who just sentenced me to scouring Europe for my own kind.
“Who’s under my command?” I sighed.
“Oh, just two dozen of every species in the Confederation,” Henix smiled.
“288? That’s kind of small,” I chuckled. “My all-Pole regiment in Britain was at least 1,000 strong.”
“You really think there’s only a dozen species in the Confederation?” Henix snickered. “No, there’s a good seventy. You really thought we sent all of our power across the galaxy to fight some small plucky band of primates? How adorable.”
That ticked me off, but since I didn’t want to bite the hand that spared me from a beheading, I kept my mouth zipped tight. My composure returned and I wiped the tears off with my sleeve as Henix talked with his other peers in their garbled choking that they called a “language”. My goals had shifted from not crying to not snickering as they conversed in the throat cancer they revered as an actual tongue to be spoken by someone.
“For now, you are dismissed,” Henix sighed. “I hereby remove you from your post. You will report to the bays for a debrief.”
“Can I bring my personal belongings?”
“No,” he replied coldly.
“Why?”
Henix squinted his eyes in anger, “Get there and don’t ask any more questions. You are still a disgraced officer and you will not be shown any more mercy from us.”
How reassuring, I scoffed to myself once more. These aliens were as blunt as wood! They might rival my old camp Oberkommando. Hell, they might as well be him!
Sighing, I pressed my hands against the smooth chair and shakily brought myself up again. With another stupid bow, I left while trembling in every limb. I was in a precarious position now. Anything that went wrong under my command, I would take the hit.
But, if it still gave me a chance to at least try and piece my old life back together;
Then I’d throw myself into it with an intrepid Polish spirit.
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Romuna Administrative Orbital Headquarters, United Confederation Occupied Territories of Earth (QUAL-ZANV)
May 8, 1945
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Commander Dunajski
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We were the watchful eyes over Earth. That was my job. The only thing second to that was the search for the missing pieces of my life.
As usual, however, that work was hard. After all, the past two years had been the same process. I get my human subordinates to find a list of names from anywhere: concentration camps, labour camps, ghettos, and all of those rotten places. Then, they'd hand me a report with the unimportant names blacked out and only the specific names I needed were left uncrossed. I had spent two years doing that process, every day on this station was spent doing that. Finding those two was the main goal of my life; It's what let me wake up every morning. The hope of a reunion.
But, until I got my hands on another report, I was keeping myself busy with monitoring my subordinates on the Romnua Space Headquarters as we orbited over Southern Africa. Something to help me take my mind off of everything was admiring our native Earth from my post. The golden deserts of Namibia and the green rainforests of the Congo dominated the view from the huge glass wall that separated us from the cold vacuum of space. Although I’ve been on this damn station for two years now, the sights never cease to get a gasp of amazement from me.
The Confederation used this station and 16 others to monitor and keep tabs on anything happening on Earth. We were the keen observers that protected Earth from any foreign incursion.
A bit ironic coming from the people who invaded us.
At least the Germans didn’t fill us with such lies.
The only reason why they chose me to run this joint human-Confederation sector was because I was an unwilling favourite of their high command. I was one of the best remaining generals in Poland. I served in the Great War and the Polish-Soviet War as a lowly troop, but I was a respected general by the time of the German invasion in 1939.
I defended my country for as long as I could. I resisted for a long time after our official surrender. When the Nazis got to me, they carted me off to a labour camp. Then I escaped and continued the fight on the British Isles, being airdropped and ferried out on multiple occasions. Once the Confederation arrived, my fight against the Nazis and their brutal occupation ended, but I was left without the sunshine of my life.
“Here’s the registered civilian report, sir,” a Lithuanian lieutenant saluted as he handed me a manila folder with a printed paper that had a list of names typed onto it. Even though Lithuania and Poland weren’t the greatest of chums before the war, occupation by the Soviet and Nazi barbarians created a sense of tragic camaraderie between our people.
“Did you file out the names?” I asked calmly, flipping open the folder. I kept my ears open for the response as I waded my hands across pages of paper with smooth flips.
“Yes, sir,” the lieutenant replied as my eyes scanned the paper. The names were crossed out in black marker. I scanned it top-to-bottom and page after page. I began to lose hope even more, but then again, it’s not like there was much left of it anyway.
I had been searching for them for two long years. Two years of going against the rules of our hulky alien occupiers. I used their systems to find evidence and our tools to file them out into something comprehensible. I wouldn’t trust an “AI” to find the names I was looking for. The Germans kept well organised records of everything well-organised, so a good thorough search was probably the best thing I had. Still, however, it was an arduous process.
But, just as that thought appeared in my mind, it was my eyes that had fixed on the one name I had been anticipating for the last two years:
Katarzyna Kaminski. My love.
I must’ve jumped with joy. I’d done it! I found her! After what? Six long years of waiting and searching! Finally! First my wife, and then that would open the gate to finding my son too! After so long! I’d see them again! This day was something to be remembered forever!
“Oh, you did your job spectacularly!” I cheered to the lieutenant. However, his expression was more grim.
“Ne, pone,” he advised sombrely in Lithuanian, shaking his head. "The top of the page.”
I was so hooked in my search for any sign of my family that I forgot to even read the title of the page. Looking up, my eyes locked onto the print and read. In a moment, my hopes were stamped out and rage and suffering swallowed my heart like the deep blue ocean.
Registered List of All Prisoners Killed in Auschwitz Death Camp in the Year of Our Lord 1942
Everything went silent in an instant. I froze upright with my eyes glued to the paper. My ears began to ring like a shell had just hit nearby. My face bubbled red in embarrassment, rage, and most of all, misery. My legs felt just about ready to collapse inward and my hips were ready to explode outwards. My body pushed against itself, betraying my fundamental being as my eyes reread the name over and over, trying to make some worthless attempt to console my burning body of emission. None of it worked.
My Katarzyna. Gone. In one sentence. All my joy trampled in a second.
She died not even with a proper burial. She died leaving her son and not knowing if her fighting husband would even embrace her again. All of my searching, and the result was this. This.
It seems that the story of my search for my loved ones ended here. But upon reviewing the rest of the list in silence, I couldn’t find a single mention of a Jakub Dunajski. All my hope was gone to the extent that I held out no idea that Jakub survived the camps.
If his mother didn’t, then he didn’t either.
The final verdict of my search hit me like a train: I would never see my family again.
That depressing day I had to leave them in September of that fateful year was the last time I’d ever see my son and wife again. Our paths diverged with me toling in labour camps hoping to escape to find them once more. And while I was fighting onwards in England, they were shipped to Auschwitz to die. While I was toiling in captivity, they were being beaten and tortured daily. While the Confederation swept across Europe, they were gassed or gunned down in their cots.
After all this time, the thought that I had been suppressing for my entire search was now the dominant ruler of my brain. It was the fact that I had failed them.
I did not sob loudly, I did not scream. Nor did I stamp the floor or tear the page from the folder. I resisted them all. As I had for the past six years. The only response the Lithuanian got from me was a barely audible whimper and a tear.
The tear rolled from my eye down my shaved cheek, slowly dripping down and curving up to my chin in a swift motion. It hung there delicately as if it was absorbing all of my pain into it. Then, when the load became too much for it to bear, it fell. Quickly slipping off and dropping down before it slapped against the white page with a plop. A stain that looked like a crater in no man’s land now rested, ingrained into the paper that killed my hope.
The paper that essentially killed my wife.
Silence engulfed the room and ringing my ears as the words and black marker on the paper became no more than a blur, incomprehensible and unidentifiable. That’s what I wanted anyway, every glance at the page would just finalise the fact that it all was over. That I was alone.
“Legion-Commander Henix wants to see you,” an unforgiving feminine alien voice came from behind me. I jumped in response as my head flew back to meet the alien.
It was a Yetiayhu. And, as was apparently commonplace, they had the typical fangs and talons that all species other than us seemed to have, along with a giant tail that had a little ball of fur at the very end of it. Adding onto that, the Yetiayhu had large expansive cool-coloured frills that were interrupted by little blackish-blue dots here and there, like some Amazonian animal. Their bodies were slimmer than others but still pretty much buff tanks compared to me.
“For what purpose?” I replied with a brow raised in suspicion. My experience in the military and as a resistance head gave me a good tutorial on how to suppress the tears in one’s voice. After years upon years of endless trial and error, I had pretty much perfected it. But, in the case of my reddened eyes, I brought the brim of my military cap down to obscure my eyes.
“He didn’t tell me. Get moving,” the Yetiayhu hissed, her frills fluttering in annoyance.
I almost forgot that the aliens didn’t give a shit about any of our feelings. I’m sure showing too much emotion was an offence in the Confederation military. Could you imagine emotion being a punishable offence? What sort of dystopian fascist hellhole did that!?
Oh wait, I could think of one: Nazi Germany.
My eyes subtly fixed on the Yetiayhu with a bit of contempt that she came to me at my worst moment. I just found out that my wife was unceremoniously killed in a death camp, and she was just acting as pouty as a kid. Granted, she didn’t know of my suffering, but that attitude is deserving of a wrist-slap back on my world.
Too bad for me, the world I’m referring to was no longer even ours anymore.
“You better show some respect,” I huffed, containing my emotions in a little capsule of misery.
“Last time I checked, you were still a transpec,” she scoffed. “Get to his office. Now.”
I couldn’t say no. The first was because she was right about our species’ standing as a “Transitional Species”. But the other reason was because the females of these species were huge. It made sense since their system of governance was a matriarchy. But even then, this bitchy Yetiayhu was a good 2.3 metres tall, towering over me by quite a bit.
Why the hell were these species so damn demonic? Did nature really just shit on us for all of evolution? Every single alien species I had ever seen was some sort of superhuman being. Was there some galactic hierarchy that I didn’t know of? But whatever, there was nothing I could ever do about that fact. The most concerning thing on my platter now was finding the fate of my only child. Whatever Henix had would have to come second.
But either way, I obliged. Leaving my little command sector with a scowl. The doors hissed shut behind me and I turned to my left and began my journey. To prevent an emotional disaster, I tried to ease my haywire senses by inspecting the futuristic facility around me.
Around me was a circular walkway that wrapped around the edge of the station as the outer rim wrapped around the core. Now that I think about it, the station resembled more like a solar system than the bullseye some of the Hungarians compared it to. There was a huge spherical central command at the core of the structure, and then there were the rims. Those were essentially shorter tube structures that wrapped around the centre. Like an orbit.
But these “orbits” weren’t separated by any spaces at all and were all bunched together and connected. The only open space in this station was between the centre and the outer sectors, which was only punctuated by multiple pressurised walkways. The other sectors and posts were in a concentric batch of circular structures around the core. Where I was going, was into the core.
I strolled along the outskirt walkway before taking a right turn into the deeper sections of the station. The view changed from a large window of space to machines and tech beyond my comprehension as I made my way into the inner sectors. The closer it was to the core, the more important it was. These areas were exclusively for the Confederation members, so no human without permission or clearance could enter. But apparently, they were okay when I was there. Many of them gave parting glances before getting back to their work on their “holograms” and “holopads”.
That was something to note, the tech difference between our two civilisations was greater than we could even conceived of, following the Armistice. I watched as humanity went from pigeons and telegraphs to radios and enigma. Now these aliens had “networks” and “internets”. All the new tech was annoying and complex, I never knew what to do. That’s why my sector, the only sector with humans, used telegraphs, enigma, morse, paper, ink, pen, typewriters, and everything else that you would find in an earthly workplace.
I went through a workplace that was basically a science fiction book. It had bright white individual work pods, big glowing blue screens that weren’t even tangible, and so many other things that were too much for me to comprehend. This was stuff only a writer could come up with! Even if we had all of the guns, tanks, and planes our planet’s resources would’ve let us make, it still wouldn’t have even come close to the weapons of the Confederation and their sophistication.
After a long stroll through the labyrinth of connected stations and workplaces, I finally reached the connecting walkways. I entered a little middle chamber that hissed a little gas onto me and ran over me with a blue and red laser. The other doors then opened and I was let through into the lightless walkway.
Once again, only space shined through the top glass dome that ran across the whole upper section of the walkway. But even if I wanted to, I couldn’t even gaze at the stars due to the circumference of the spherical central command blocking half my vision. The outside cover of the sphere was white and hexagon padded, which just added to the already humongous gap between humanity and our Confederation conquerors.
But, even if I looked beyond that when no structures were blocking my view, I could see at least a hundred or more blocky slabs of black and grey.
And there it was, the Confederation Occupational Fleet. It was so menacing with all of their Vatican-sized ships. Except, those ships were only frigates. Their fleet had cruisers, frigates, destroyers, battleships, battle cruisers, carriers, supercarriers, and everything in between. All to monitor our little desolate rock of two billion.
Their supercarriers which were probably the size of Rome, were the prides of the enemy fleet. Those bulky beasts and their battleships were the literal symbols of their superiority. All of these ships had enough firepower to raze a good million or so Earths. Why they sent all of this to deal with a species that hadn’t done anything past grazing space with a V-2 rocket was beyond me.
Overkill, My mind ranted to itself. Ego just radiates off those ships like heat from the sun!
Speaking of the sun, in a good few months, there wouldn’t even be one.
Or, to be more specific, it would be pretty much enclosed in a megastructure to harness power from it. The Confederation called their mad project a “Hrana Complex”. Construction began even before they attacked Earth, and they were making progress. Whenever a human complained about it, the Confederation ilk always shot them down with either a patronisation of their primitive nature or a response that there would be a small window for Earth to receive light; As if that was better.
The sun was dimmer and dimmer by the day, the one light that all humans looked up to was fading. Blocked out by tech and machines from the occupying powers. That’s like if the Germans built a big space shield to block America from the sun and kill all of their crops or something.
The idea was so alien that not even I could come up with a relatable explanation for it!
After a long while of distracting myself with successful results, I finally reached the other side of the walkway, which was a large metal door. I now had to push the heavy metal door open with difficulty as it slowly hissed open. Upon entering, I was greeted by two Bwkas, who were basically supersized humanoid bears, but with deadly attributes tripled in their power and appearance. Of course, I was met with the average stare of contempt as I made my way up to them.
“And why are you here?” one of them growled with venom as it balanced its heavy rifle in its claws. Those “rifles” were the size of an anti-tank rifle or an Ami bazooka. The difference was that it was also automatic and powered by plasma. Just by seeing that, anyone could’ve already predicted it to you that humanity was doomed from the start of the war.
“Legion-Commander Henix wanted to speak with me?” I replied with a head tilt.
“Up the stairs and down the left hall to the right,” the other grumbled with a snarl of its fangs. He was talking as if I didn’t know where my own senior officer was.
I rolled my eyes secretly and trudged on. Scurrying off into the main lobby, I gazed up to see that the vertex of the roof was an absolutely stupendous 40 metres high! That just added a cavernous feeling to the multi-floored white chamber. It was a whole office building in space.
Not many of those were left in Warsaw anyway.
As I made my way toward the circulating stairwell, my gaze snapped to the circular stellar map that projected a huge three-dimensional view of the galaxy. I couldn’t help but be mesmerised by the glowing non-touchable lights every time I saw it. The map was of the whole known galaxy, the dark pink was the Confederation at the centre. It was huge, at least triple the size of the second largest power, whose name was in an alien tongue unknown to me. All the other colours were of the different species that were independent states and empires of their own.
Free from the forced “civilising” we were suffering through.
Annoyingly, my long black military boots slapped against the clean granite floor with loud audible clacks. This, of course, instantly drew attention from all the beasts around me. All of them looked at me with confusion before it morphed into what I assumed was judgment. These species didn’t think highly of us at all. I mean, according to them, we were uncivilised brutes. Dumb primates that just invented new ways of chucking rocks at one another.
Now, that wasn’t wrong per se. But, it wasn’t nice when that was their one sole opinion of our species.
From the beginning of my tenure here, they practically spat on me. They saw my use of our antiquated tech to be insubordination, and savage in nature. Whenever I did my Polish two-fingered salute, they saw it as disrespect and dishonour. Whenever I didn’t eat the same solely raw and carnivorous diet as them, I was a disgusting omnivore who was a greedy bastard wanting to steal from both sides.
Whatever that meant! Imagine being persecuted because of what you ate! On Earth, we were prosecuting each other over other stupid things like skin, race, ethnicity, national origin, religion, how people looked, and everything else similar.
But!
Nobody was stupid enough to get mad at each other over food. Muslims didn’t kill Christians over eating pork. Jews didn’t kill Muslims over them eating dairy and meat on the same plate. Food was food. We all needed it to survive. Yet, the aliens saw it as just another thing to hate us for.
How could these things hate us but somehow still force themselves to occupy us? Why didn’t they just let us duke it out in the battlefields and on the high seas? Why were they just lamer Nazis? Death by slow assimilation and bigotry was worse than death by starvation, labour, or the firing squad.
Making my way up some circulating steps to the second floor, I took the turn and rushed down the hall before finding the door to Henix’s room. Pushing it open with a low drum, I was met with the dark room of Legion-Commander Henix. The only thing lighting the room was, of course, empty space. Since we were higher than the orbiting sectors, his window was actually able to see into the rest of outer space.
The dimming sun reflected off of the station’s concentric exterior and the stars shined bright through thick glass and into the little dark room. The floor was akin to an emerald-coloured rug and the walls were shelves for storage devices like their “pads” and “drives”.
“Greetings, sir,” I opened to the Kohaul with a two-fingered Polish salute.
The Kohaul were the typical humanoids, but they were practically copies of wolves. Light grey fur, a huge bushy tail, and a patch of dense hair around the pelvis area that acted as a sort of frontal tail. Hazel or blue eyes. And, obviously better than us in every way as usual with fangs, semi-venomous saliva, better hearing with their dog ears, the ability to run faster, especially on all fours, and all of that useless garbage that I was used to. Humanity was clearly always the weak link.
Ending my salute and looking to the right, it was then that I noticed at least three other foreign beasts. I quickly recognised them as superiors of different stations and fleets. Why they were here just added to my paranoia.
A Wenli, a Felshan, and a Geinna. Or the more simplified version being: a humanoid dragon, a blue lizard, and a literal Pacific folk beast.
If you were to continue simplifying it even more, you’d come to the definition that they were the three species assigned to resistance mop-up duty on Earth.
“Now, now,” Henix growled. “What is the way I taught you?”
Sighing deeply, I put my Polish general cap to my chest with my left hand before bowing slightly. They wanted us to purge all of the things that made us Polish soldiers and make us their soldiers. I wasn’t going to give up so easily. No matter how much they held me in high regard. They would have to acknowledge that Poland was for the Poles and I would never be anything else.
“Now, I know you are a good commander. You have served us well,” Henix began with a flick from his dog ear. “But, something has come up in recent days that has been of horrible concern to us.”
“And that is?” I asked with a raised brow, sitting at the open chair in front of Henix with a grunt.
“Wasting Confederation equipment and materials on something unsanctioned by any relevant superior on this station,” the Geinna replied for Henix with a hiss.
Oh, kurwa.
They had caught me red-handed. Was today just the day my luck ran dry from its coffers? I was now completely at their mercy. But, these aliens were brutes. So, I was sure that I’d be beheaded within the next hour.
I had tried my best to scrub all evidence of my operations. I put in false reports and fake alerts to give them the facade of me just doing my job. It appears that they saw through my ulterior actions quickly. I was using their tech to do it. Why did I not expect them to know!?
“Now, unless you would be so kind as to tell me why, maybe I’ll pardon your charges,” Henix warned with a composure that put me off.
“Charges of what?” I asked fearfully.
“Well, normally, that would just be a reprimand or demotion at the worst. But since you are a species that we are trying to integrate into the galactic community . . . the punishment is equivalent to treason.”
Henix must’ve seen my face go pallid as his expression softened from robotic seriousness to empathy in a moment. I didn’t despise Henix at all, and this was the exact reason why.
He could feel empathy.
Unlike most Germans.
And he showed reason.
Unlike most Germans.
“Oh, no, don’t worry,” he reassured me with a sombre grin. “I personally do not wish for that fate to befall you. You have served me well. I’ll defend you. But I can’t do that if you won’t even tell me why.”
I would’ve, but I couldn’t. I trusted Henix. Sure, he was as bigoted and cold as his shitty peers. But, I could trust in his word. He wasn’t a crook. But for his comrades present? For all I knew, this was a death trap to get me to confess and to justify a sudden execution. It's not like they would've cared much if I lived or died anyway. I was expendable.
“I know nothing of this,” I affirmed, straightening myself in the slick white chair. Since I was practically a master of all things cold and emotionless, I could just put off a face of resolute honesty without any weaknesses, barring the death of Katarzyna. They’d have to fuck off eventually for that reason, and I’d be more careful with my further searches.
But then again, Katarzyna was dead, and Jakub probably was too. There was nothing else to really risk my life for. Because I had no more life. The two I loved most were gone. I could’ve just let myself die here. I had nothing else. My parents were dead, my home was rubble, my country was occupied, my wife was dead too, and my son was too. I had nothing left to fight for.
“You are the only human in this position of power,” Henix hummed. “We chose you for a reason. You had talent and composure. But this we cannot tolerate. Don’t play coy and tell us.”
“I didn’t do anything wrong,” I huffed with concern mounting in me and gnawing on my soul. “I do not know why you seem to want to frame me for such a crime.”
“Commander Dunajski,” the Felsha snarled. “We’re not stupid. Do not try and lie to us.”
“I am not lying,” I turned to the row of beasts with a scowl. “Whatever could I even use the equipment for? My subordinates only use human machines. Typewriters. Not ‘holographic display devices’ or any of that fancy tech. Why would I even?”
“Commander Duna—”
“No,” I cut off in a calm but harsh tone, “this will not continue.”
Henix looked between the beasts and then he zeroed in on me with his steely blue eyes that rivalled mine, “I know you’re lying, Commander. This will simply mount your charges.”
“In fact,” the Felshan admiral began with a sad smirk, “you could be helping resistance movements for all we know. That level of treason is something very few get and it’s for a good reason. Does that sound like something you’d want?”
“I didn’t do any of the deeds of which I am accused,” I held my ground with a growl. “I have nothing to gain!”
“Do you not?” Henix growled, now agitated. “I’ve noticed a lot of care in searching for a ‘Katarzyna’ and ‘Jakub’. Is there any reason why?”
The Geinna nodded, “Are these contacts or aliases? You know well what fate awaits you if we prove their origin to be that of a resistance cell.”
Oh, Bog. I was really stuck now. They knew their names too. I couldn’t just shrug this off. If I continued parrying their questions, I’d totally get beheaded. They wanted us to be as meek and docile as possible. Me standing up to their accusations instead of folding probably already probably fucked up my chances of clemency.
I looked up to Henix, and his blue eyes were unforgiving. He was waiting for my next move, like a brutal game of chess. I turned to look at the three bastards to my right, their eyes were filled with scorn and disgust at me, at my people.
Just like the Germans.
“I-I . . . I don’t . . . They aren’t . . . ” I began before letting out a deep sigh to empty my tight lungs. Silence enveloped the room for a good few seconds. I couldn’t fight on anymore. I’d lost. “You win.”
“As expected,” the Wenli grumbled. “I expected better of someone like you. But I guess the nature of such a volatile and insubordinate species like you would always dominate your actions.”
I didn’t mind that blatant patronisation of me and my kind as I just looked up at Henix with decimated dreams. Henix seemed to note that I wished to talk as he leaned and sat up straight in his chair. He’d listen. But not his ilk.
“Do you have a testimony, Commander Dunajski?” Henix purred with his head leaned in on his arm.
“Well,” I began with a wince, “i-it’s for a selfish reason to be fair.”
“Mhm,” Henix replied, pulling out one of his hologram pads to write down my testimony. Even if I trusted him, as of now, I couldn’t even trust him with writing my own testimony. For all I knew, he’d probably just warp it into something reminiscent of a last-second attempt at deception or just plain begging.
Then again, he was my best chance to prevent my fate from manifesting.
“I-I-I . . .” I stuttered, not finding the words to express my suffering. My throat burned and my eyes filled with tears. My face of composure was just as fragile as my mental health. All I knew was going to shit.
“You what?” Henix snarled. “I’m not here to take stutters as a testimony. Give me a comprehensible sentence or I can call the guards in to take you to the brigs.”
“I j-just want to find my family,” I blurted blindly. Clamping my eyes shut, I waited for my reasoning to be torn apart by the monsters before me. The monsters that were killing our homes and assimilating us.
Just like the . . . Oh, you know who!
After a little while of uncomfortable silence, I reopened my eyes and looked up at my prosecutors. Henix’s ears perched up in surprise at the confession, and I heard the slaps of tails and the rustle of scales from my side. I expected that to be an even greater reason to punish me. Using their tech just to find my family? Treason it was. I couldn’t even pull myself back together when a few tears rolled down my cheek as I looked to the floor once more in shame.
I fought and worked for Jakub and Katarzyna. Now both were gone. And even if Jakub was still alive, he would be without a father too in this new world. Nothing was happy about this unceremonious end. My story was over, and so were the stories of my family, friends, and parents.
“F-family?” Henix finally hummed with a hint of shock. He then attempted to hide it with his monotone voice. I slowly and quietly sobbed to myself, cursing my weakness. “Tell me more.”
The other beasts in the room shuffled their feet and locked their gazes on me with a bit of anticipation. I was a bit confused by the reaction. How was saying they were my loved ones a game-changer? But, I didn’t pay much attention anyway, my mind was filled to the brim with the stone-cold fact that had haunted me since the beginning of my searches:
I was now alone.
“Wife and son. I-I don’t know where they are. I was searching for them both. Using your systems, I . . . before you summoned me here, I got a report. In it, Katarzyna, my wife of twenty-two years, is dead. My son . . .” I gave a miserable chuckle, “only God Almighty knows where he is now.”
I should have never cried. I should have never shown emotion, especially on this damn station. Emotional control was the most important here. These beasts were very organised and very honour-driven. Crying itself was probably considered treason. At this point, it was just another thing to add on to my list of present offences.
Everything was collapsing in front of me in quick succession.
Instead of scolding me though, Henix just looked at me and watched me fail at controlling my sobs. It gave me an odd feeling that he was just tacitly judging me rather than chastising me verbally. The other beasts were the same, simply wagging their tails in thought or tilting their heads. It unnerved me a bit, but I was too busy internally cursing myself to care about it.
After what felt like my whole tour in Bolshevik Russia, Henix gave a low growl and a wag of his bushy back tail with the words of his sentencing response pushing against his fangs. The fate waiting for me was only a second away, and with that one growl, I’d be done for. What a fool I was to trust any of these pigs!
“I’m sorry about your predicament,” he spoke slowly. “When we saw the crimes of your ‘Nazis’ it became one of the major reasons why we intervened on this damn planet in the first place.”
What a lie. My brain cackled nonchalantly. They’re doing the same things as the Nazis; Although this time, it was all of us who were suffering from it.
Rolling my eyes, I saw through the bullshit. They were no different.
Scraping at his slick and futuristic desk in ponderous thinking, Henix refocused his pristine and steely blue eyes on me, “What you did was unprofessional and highly dishonourable. Anyone who did such an offence would’ve been discharged or demoted with the snap of a maw.
He shook his head in another short pause as he formulated his next response. I hated the silence, I just wanted a “yes” or a “no” if I was to be shot or not. The aliens had a knack to be blunt, but also verbose. It didn’t make sense, but that’s how they worked. And boy did I hate it!
“But, I cannot even attempt to grasp the gravity of the situation you are dealing with,” he began again, snapping me from my thoughts.
I scowled with agitation and furrowed my brows, “Am I still being shot?”
“No,” the other Wenli interrupted with a sigh and a lick of his fangs. “But, we aren’t leaving you here either.”
My mind went berserk As if that was better! Leaving me alive at this point was punishment enough! Without this station, I’d have to scan all of Europe manually. It’d take the rest of my whole pathetic life to cover even half of Poland! Damn these beasts and damn their posturing!
“Well,” Henix thought, “I have an idea. Akvu?”
The Felsha stepped up from the group of beasts and bowed slightly, “Yes?”
“How about we send Commander Dunajski to be a part of the clearance teams?”
The Felsha slapped its tail against the floor in disdain, “Isn’t he under suspicion of connections?”
“I never saw it in him,” Henix replied. “He was hiding something? Yes. But I never expected resistance affiliations. He isn’t that type of soldier. Besides, I used the accusation to crack him, not actually charge him.”
“W-what is my punishment?” I interrupted with mounting impatience as I tapped my jackboot in annoyance. Talking about how they broke me wasn’t what I wanted to hear at the moment. What was important was my quest for my old life. I wanted my wife back, my son, my home, my country.
“So, the idea is,” Henix began with his hands raised in illustrative explanation, “we send you to Earth to root out the resistance pockets. Some random places like Roosiya, Anghipt, Brazza, Mixka, Cooba, and much more. But! There is also an ongoing search for a resistance network in Eirope.”
“Where?” I shot back with rejuvenated hope.
“Central Eirope,” Henix hummed with a grin. “Former human nations like Polna, Cjermaña, Nodorla, Belja, and Cnzecka.”
It took me a good second to decipher those names. What a mess of pronunciation for all of them they were. Since they were busy trying to wipe our uniqueness from us, the aliens had their own names for our old nations, just the same as how they put my Poland in an occupation zone called “Foije”. A stupid name. Now, they were just coming up with mispronounced names for the defunct nations of old Earth.
I absolutely loathed the name “Polna” because “Polska” was better in every way. But they were our conquerors, and they were the bastards who just sentenced me to scouring Europe for my own kind.
“Who’s under my command?” I sighed.
“Oh, just two dozen of every species in the Confederation,” Henix smiled.
“288? That’s kind of small,” I chuckled. “My all-Pole regiment in Britain was at least 1,000 strong.”
“You really think there’s only a dozen species in the Confederation?” Henix snickered. “No, there’s a good seventy. You really thought we sent all of our power across the galaxy to fight some small plucky band of primates? How adorable.”
That ticked me off, but since I didn’t want to bite the hand that spared me from a beheading, I kept my mouth zipped tight. My composure returned and I wiped the tears off with my sleeve as Henix talked with his other peers in their garbled choking that they called a “language”. My goals had shifted from not crying to not snickering as they conversed in the throat cancer they revered as an actual tongue to be spoken by someone.
“For now, you are dismissed,” Henix sighed. “I hereby remove you from your post. You will report to the bays for a debrief.”
“Can I bring my personal belongings?”
“No,” he replied coldly.
“Why?”
Henix squinted his eyes in anger, “Get there and don’t ask any more questions. You are still a disgraced officer and you will not be shown any more mercy from us.”
How reassuring, I scoffed to myself once more. These aliens were as blunt as wood! They might rival my old camp Oberkommando. Hell, they might as well be him!
Sighing, I pressed my hands against the smooth chair and shakily brought myself up again. With another stupid bow, I left while trembling in every limb. I was in a precarious position now. Anything that went wrong under my command, I would take the hit.
But, if it still gave me a chance to at least try and piece my old life back together;
Then I’d throw myself into it with an intrepid Polish spirit.
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2024.05.17 03:06 aquakingman Jurassic Park
Is it just me or would it have been a great opportunity to have a commercial with the mach e wrapped as a jurassic park explore talking about blue cruise and out running a t rex with ease
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2024.05.17 02:13 mrethandunne Best Actress Elimination Game Round 14
ELIMINATED - Hilary Swank in Million Dollar Baby - 38.1% of all votes. Million Dollar Baby was released in 2004. The film had four wins, including Best Actress for Swank, at the 77th Academy Awards. Swank was selected for Best Actress of the year in a lineup that also included Annette Bening in Being Julia, Catalina Sandino Moreno in Maria Full of Grace, Imelda Staunton in Vera Drake and Kate Winslet in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Swank also garnered wins at the Critics' Choice Awards, Golden Globes and SAGs for her performance as Maggie Fitzgerald.
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• Charlize Theron as Aileen Wuornos (Monster)
• Helen Mirren as Queen Elizabeth II (The Queen)
• Marion Cotillard as Édith Piaf (La Vie en Rose)
• Natalie Portman as Nina Sayers (Black Swan)
• Cate Blanchett as Jasmine Francis (Blue Jasmine)
• Julianne Moore as Alice Howland (Still Alice)
• Brie Larson as Joy Newsome (Room)
• Frances McDormand as Mildred Hayes (Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri)
• Olivia Colman as Queen Anne (The Favourite)
• Michelle Yeoh as Evelyn Wang (Everything Everywhere All at Once)
• Emma Stone as Bella Baxter (Poor Things)
RANKING:
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• Charlize Theron as Aileen Wuornos (Monster)
• Helen Mirren as Queen Elizabeth II (The Queen)
• Marion Cotillard as Édith Piaf (La Vie en Rose)
• Natalie Portman as Nina Sayers (Black Swan)
• Cate Blanchett as Jasmine Francis (Blue Jasmine)
• Julianne Moore as Alice Howland (Still Alice)
• Brie Larson as Joy Newsome (Room)
• Frances McDormand as Mildred Hayes (Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri)
• Olivia Colman as Queen Anne (The Favourite)
• Michelle Yeoh as Evelyn Wang (Everything Everywhere All at Once)
• Emma Stone as Bella Baxter (Poor Things)
RANKING:
- Hilary Swank as Maggie Fitzgerald (Million Dollar Baby)
- Emma Stone as Mia Dolan (La La Land)
- Nicole Kidman as Virginia Woolf (The Hours)
- Jennifer Lawrence as Tiffany Maxwell (Silver Linings Playbook)
- Kate Winslet as Hanna Schmitz (The Reader)
- Halle Berry as Leticia Musgrove (Monster's Ball)
- Jessica Chastain as Tammy Faye Bakker (The Eyes of Tammy Faye)
- Julia Roberts as Erin Brockovich (Erin Brockovich)
- Reese Witherspoon as June Carter (Walk the Line)
- Frances McDormand as Fern (Nomadland)
- Meryl Streep as Margaret Thatcher (The Iron Lady)
- Renée Zellweger as Judy Garland (Judy)
- Sandra Bullock as Leigh Anne Tuohy (The Blind Side)
2024.05.17 02:04 _Triple_ [STORE] 900+ KNIVES/GLOVES/SKINS, 100.000$+ INVENTORY. BFK Lore, Gloves Amphibious, Skeleton Fade, Bowie Emerald, BFK Auto, Gloves MF, Talon Doppler, Gloves POW, Bayo Tiger, Gut Sapphire, Stiletto MF, M9 Ultra, Ursus Doppler, Flip Doppler, M9 Stained, Nomad CW, Paracord CW, AK-47 X-Ray & A Lot More
Everything in my inventory is up for trade. The most valuable items are listed here, the rest you can find in My Inventory
Feel free to Add Me or even better send a Trade Offer. Open for any suggestions: upgrades, downgrades / knives, gloves, skins / stickers, patterns, floats.
All Buyouts are listed in cash value.
KNIVES
★ Butterfly Knife Lore (Factory New), B/O: $7194.77
★ Butterfly Knife Autotronic (Minimal Wear), B/O: $2025.74
⎯★ M9 Bayonet Ultraviolet (Field-Tested), B/O: $557.87
★ M9 Bayonet Stained (Well-Worn), B/O: $529.41
★ M9 Bayonet Boreal Forest (Field-Tested), B/O: $465.39
⎯★ Talon Knife Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $1295.27
★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Minimal Wear), B/O: $746.28
★ Karambit Bright Water (Field-Tested), B/O: $688.15
⎯★ Flip Knife Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $547.93
★ Flip Knife Autotronic (Minimal Wear), B/O: $476.69
★ Flip Knife Case Hardened (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $278.18
★ Flip Knife Black Laminate (Well-Worn), B/O: $258.83
★ Flip Knife Urban Masked (Field-Tested), B/O: $181.64
⎯★ Stiletto Knife Marble Fade (Factory New), B/O: $686.04
★ Stiletto Knife Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $665.41
★ Stiletto Knife, B/O: $601.39
★ Stiletto Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested), B/O: $418.25
★ Stiletto Knife Night Stripe (Field-Tested), B/O: $227.80
★ Stiletto Knife Boreal Forest (Field-Tested), B/O: $194.96
★ Stiletto Knife Safari Mesh (Field-Tested), B/O: $192.79
⎯★ Nomad Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested), B/O: $518.11
★ Nomad Knife Scorched (Field-Tested), B/O: $169.78
★ Nomad Knife Forest DDPAT (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $166.88
★ StatTrak™ Nomad Knife Blue Steel (Field-Tested), B/O: $335.79
⎯★ Skeleton Knife Stained (Well-Worn), B/O: $442.05
★ Skeleton Knife Urban Masked (Minimal Wear), B/O: $426.24
★ Skeleton Knife Boreal Forest (Field-Tested), B/O: $314.03
★ StatTrak™ Skeleton Knife Fade (Minimal Wear), B/O: $2361.28
★ StatTrak™ Skeleton Knife Urban Masked (Field-Tested), B/O: $376.53
⎯★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $557.12
★ Ursus Knife, B/O: $471.42
★ Ursus Knife Blue Steel (Minimal Wear), B/O: $212.37
★ Ursus Knife Case Hardened (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $187.66
★ Ursus Knife Damascus Steel (Field-Tested), B/O: $178.18
★ Ursus Knife Ultraviolet (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $155.13
★ Ursus Knife Boreal Forest (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $124.26
⎯★ Huntsman Knife Black Laminate (Minimal Wear), B/O: $204.83
★ Huntsman Knife Black Laminate (Field-Tested), B/O: $184.50
★ StatTrak™ Huntsman Knife Lore (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $224.11
⎯★ Bowie Knife Gamma Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $2142.02
★ Bowie Knife, B/O: $230.44
★ Bowie Knife Damascus Steel (Factory New), B/O: $209.20
★ Bowie Knife Ultraviolet (Minimal Wear), B/O: $180.51
★ Bowie Knife Ultraviolet (Field-Tested), B/O: $131.03
⎯★ Falchion Knife Night (Field-Tested), B/O: $132.54
★ Falchion Knife Urban Masked (Well-Worn), B/O: $112.81
★ Falchion Knife Scorched (Field-Tested), B/O: $108.81
★ Falchion Knife Forest DDPAT (Field-Tested), B/O: $107.82
★ Falchion Knife Safari Mesh (Field-Tested), B/O: $107.46
★ StatTrak™ Falchion Knife Ultraviolet (Field-Tested), B/O: $143.08
⎯★ Paracord Knife Crimson Web (Minimal Wear), B/O: $486.48
★ Paracord Knife Blue Steel (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $163.12
⎯★ Survival Knife Blue Steel (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $138.26
★ Survival Knife Night Stripe (Field-Tested), B/O: $131.03
⎯★ Gut Knife Sapphire (Minimal Wear), B/O: $1127.79
★ Gut Knife Gamma Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $286.17
★ Gut Knife Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $246.55
★ Gut Knife Marble Fade (Factory New), B/O: $240.77
★ Gut Knife, B/O: $210.49
★ Gut Knife Lore (Field-Tested), B/O: $194.22
★ Gut Knife Case Hardened (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $151.51
★ Gut Knife Blue Steel (Minimal Wear), B/O: $124.94
★ Gut Knife Rust Coat (Well-Worn), B/O: $118.99
★ Gut Knife Boreal Forest (Minimal Wear), B/O: $109.80
★ StatTrak™ Gut Knife Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $237.96
⎯★ Shadow Daggers Gamma Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $264.92
★ Shadow Daggers Marble Fade (Factory New), B/O: $253.03
★ Shadow Daggers Tiger Tooth (Factory New), B/O: $237.22
★ Shadow Daggers Crimson Web (Field-Tested), B/O: $153.40
★ Shadow Daggers Autotronic (Minimal Wear), B/O: $144.42
★ Shadow Daggers Blue Steel (Field-Tested), B/O: $105.20
★ StatTrak™ Shadow Daggers Damascus Steel (Minimal Wear), B/O: $150.46
⎯★ Navaja Knife Fade (Factory New), B/O: $365.99
★ Navaja Knife Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $228.93
★ Navaja Knife Marble Fade (Factory New), B/O: $227.43
★ Navaja Knife Slaughter (Factory New), B/O: $209.06
★ Navaja Knife, B/O: $203.16
★ Navaja Knife Case Hardened (Well-Worn), B/O: $132.57
★ Navaja Knife Damascus Steel (Factory New), B/O: $121.69
★ Navaja Knife Damascus Steel (Minimal Wear), B/O: $109.95
★ Navaja Knife Damascus Steel (Field-Tested), B/O: $100.41
★ StatTrak™ Navaja Knife Fade (Factory New), B/O: $369.01
★ StatTrak™ Navaja Knife Damascus Steel (Field-Tested), B/O: $109.95
GLOVES
★ Sport Gloves Amphibious (Minimal Wear), B/O: $2394.67
★ Sport Gloves Omega (Well-Worn), B/O: $572.33
★ Sport Gloves Bronze Morph (Minimal Wear), B/O: $338.88
★ Sport Gloves Big Game (Field-Tested), B/O: $323.66
⎯★ Specialist Gloves Marble Fade (Minimal Wear), B/O: $1652.07
★ Specialist Gloves Tiger Strike (Field-Tested), B/O: $599.14
★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Web (Well-Worn), B/O: $231.57
★ Specialist Gloves Buckshot (Minimal Wear), B/O: $126.21
⎯★ Moto Gloves POW! (Minimal Wear), B/O: $996.99
★ Moto Gloves POW! (Field-Tested), B/O: $383.31
★ Moto Gloves POW! (Well-Worn), B/O: $276.00
★ Moto Gloves Turtle (Field-Tested), B/O: $180.28
⎯★ Hand Wraps CAUTION! (Minimal Wear), B/O: $502.29
★ Hand Wraps Giraffe (Minimal Wear), B/O: $180.73
★ Hand Wraps CAUTION! (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $178.32
⎯★ Driver Gloves Queen Jaguar (Minimal Wear), B/O: $181.01
★ Driver Gloves Rezan the Red (Field-Tested), B/O: $101.66
⎯★ Broken Fang Gloves Jade (Field-Tested), B/O: $127.88
★ Broken Fang Gloves Needle Point (Minimal Wear), B/O: $124.55
⎯★ Bloodhound Gloves Guerrilla (Minimal Wear), B/O: $127.94
★ Hydra Gloves Case Hardened (Field-Tested), B/O: $102.55
WEAPONS
AK-47 X-Ray (Well-Worn), B/O: $478.95
AUG Hot Rod (Factory New), B/O: $425.83
StatTrak™ M4A1-S Hyper Beast (Factory New), B/O: $413.95
M4A4 Daybreak (Factory New), B/O: $309.51
StatTrak™ AK-47 Aquamarine Revenge (Factory New), B/O: $305.43
AK-47 Case Hardened (Well-Worn), B/O: $196.38
StatTrak™ M4A4 Temukau (Minimal Wear), B/O: $174.64
P90 Run and Hide (Field-Tested), B/O: $167.03
AWP Asiimov (Field-Tested), B/O: $153.33
Souvenir SSG 08 Death Strike (Minimal Wear), B/O: $140.00
M4A1-S Printstream (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $124.70
StatTrak™ M4A1-S Golden Coil (Field-Tested), B/O: $117.48
AWP Asiimov (Well-Worn), B/O: $115.97
StatTrak™ Desert Eagle Printstream (Minimal Wear), B/O: $112.96
StatTrak™ AK-47 Asiimov (Minimal Wear), B/O: $110.85
Souvenir M4A1-S Master Piece (Well-Worn), B/O: $102.42
AK-47 Bloodsport (Minimal Wear), B/O: $100.53
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2024.05.17 01:49 SuccessfulShock Ori's Patch 14.10b Rundown - The Queen is Dead, Long Live the Queen!
 | Hey guys Ori here. Here's the patch 14.10b analysis with combat simulation data as usual. submitted by SuccessfulShock to CompetitiveTFT [link] [comments] For the results mentioned in this article you may find the comparison chart in the link below: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1j3mQvjnaiQvhp5U3StObT6zZM_bSt_-xFImO7DULFhg/edit?usp=sharing https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/12OCJdCRrexArqTO8SprZP8DViR754qBL1iXc-rmgOkk/edit?usp=sharing https://preview.redd.it/sbsgaz62uu0d1.png?width=1090&format=png&auto=webp&s=9ad8d3ce5630e1d664a782521854a7ba8dc26a7b I usually have it updated within a couple hours after Mort's patch rundown, and the Reddit post usually comes on patch day. So if you wish to have quick access of the results and analysis please join the Discord: https://discord.gg/4wtNarz3dS TLDR: We have a new Queen!OverviewAs many has already found out the initial plan of 14.10 was a bit problematic. Since Mort has mentioned a B patch is going to happen I've decided to do the rundown after the B patch, therefore we can have a more balanced view of the overall scenario.In general, the good thing about this patch is, after 3 consecutive patches which had significant system changes on econ, shop odds, new artifacts and leveling XP, we finally have a more stable patch to rebuild the knowledge of game basics. In terms of overall balancing, there are a couple of 3 cost units got buffed, with some reroll traits getting buffed as well. The HP buff on 4 costs got reverted by 50%, with a couple of nerfs on 4 costs, hopefully we can see some reroll comps back in the meta. However, significant buffs on some other 4 costs, including vertical trait buffs means it's often more beneficial to push levels instead of reroll on 6/7. Lillia Buff - Much DeservedUndoubtly, even after the 14.10b nerf Lillia is still going to be the biggest winner of this patch. Previously, her normal cast only targets her current target, which means there's a high chance of her normal cast only hitting 1 unit. 14.10 changes her targeting mechanics and now she can consistently hit 2-3 targets per cast. Even with the very modest modeling of her normal cast hits 1.5 targets on average to 2 targets, that's already a big 12.5% damage boost. Considering her cast can now also hitting the backline more consistently, it probably makes healing items like Gunblade/HoJ more useful to slam.https://preview.redd.it/z2iqzuflzu0d1.png?width=673&format=png&auto=webp&s=08f5d67997877ca44edd83d5a267f5dec3950f29 https://preview.redd.it/448tuzfozu0d1.png?width=976&format=png&auto=webp&s=e49da6208116f90f00abd2d3f490895e6688a783 Fated/Dryad Buffs and Nerfs - ControversialNo doubt the most controversial decision of this patch would be buffing Ahri/Kindred, while the Fated line was already being strong enough for the early/mid game. The buff on Kindred might be to catering with the nerf on Gnar, also make the Reaper line more viable. However it's still a bit hard to justify buffing Ahri, as she's already been a good item carrier for quite a while. This double buff on Fated line makes it much easier to have a strong early/mid game and transition into the final board.To fix the issue the dev team decided to have a huge nerf on Syndra, along with Ornn: https://preview.redd.it/3ksvvavy2v0d1.png?width=670&format=png&auto=webp&s=b8c191926103b1865d4da24aff8febc685ed7830 https://preview.redd.it/2s8cs8el3v0d1.png?width=769&format=png&auto=webp&s=c0fd6f9d9be4f0e3dc33bf89d9038c14a0c50069 As it shows, this is a straight 10% overall damage nerf on Syndra, which reverts her back to the state before she got buffed. 1 less orb means she's also doing less damage upfront. For an emergency fix this should be good enough. Since she's also doing a lot of single target damage on bruisers, this would make bruiser comps back on the stage. On the other hand, Kindred gets a sizeable buff along with the Reaper trait buff: https://preview.redd.it/y0nkjlrm4v0d1.png?width=931&format=png&auto=webp&s=3ca41a191ee931d6ce2c6b34577ecccabd79e080 https://preview.redd.it/boj413dp4v0d1.png?width=700&format=png&auto=webp&s=627bdea497fc02f0e63c2c4de3df23c5c97604f9 Does it mean Reaper reroll is going to be back on stage? I have doubts since let's not forget Reaper was dominating before multiple nerfs on Yone, Titan, 3 cost shop odds and trait damage. Only buffing the damage would not be enough to suddenly make it much better. Trickshot Nerf - Mostly UnnecessaryBesides the more prominent Fated/Dryad issue, the mostly undiscussed but maybe more problematic nerf decision is on Trickshot. The 4 Trickshot initially got a 10% damage nerf then reverted to 5% nerf. Along with the base AD nerf on Xayah as she's doing a lot of burst damage even on 1 star. IMHO except the Xayah nerf, nerfing on Trickshot trait is being completely unnecessary and best to be reverted.https://preview.redd.it/j0fizapx7v0d1.png?width=670&format=png&auto=webp&s=b2c9cd4c704457c056a9c6517af3dbbfe3add835 https://preview.redd.it/pxdm83rz7v0d1.png?width=916&format=png&auto=webp&s=8d3719b246aeb6fc9419720fc667b81a5dd14e18 For the Trickshot nerf it means a 10% straight damage nerf on Kaisa with 4 Trickshot. For reference, last time this level of nerf happened when Kaisa was dominating the meta. After the nerf Kaisa's average placement has fallen into the abyss of 4.8 with some other Trickshot units, which makes her one of the worst units in the game: https://preview.redd.it/g0kgenopav0d1.png?width=980&format=png&auto=webp&s=4b3529016c650f819e772603ca2b5d564131db6c Since the Trickshot comp was already falling off quite a lot since last patch, considering the 5 Inkshadow buff I guess the intention was to encourage people play Kaisa differently. However, even with the 5% Inkshadow damage buff, Kaisa is still doing much less damage comparing with the nerfed 4 Trickshot. It's hard to justify compromising overall team strength playing 5 Inkshadow only for the extra 2 Inkshadow items. For Xayah she lost about 6% overall damage after the base AD nerf. I did some research how Trickshot interacts with her skill but got mixed results. Here we assume Trickshot wouldn't affect her skill damage, still if Xayah is being a bit too good on doing some burst damage, maybe nerfing her alone without touching other units and traits would be more reasonable. Understandably, the intention of the nerf is likely to help shifting the meta. Still it's hard to justify the level of the nerf as it would probably make an entire line become unplayable. Zoe Buff - Good Only if You HitZoe got a pretty sizeable buff on her ricochet damage, in exchange her first target damage gets nerfed. Admittedly this makes her cap much higher on 3 star, but also makes her worse on 1 and 2 star.Zoe's skill is always being awkward, as the additional ricochet only triggers when she does the kill. Also the skill wouldn't bounce if there's only 1 enemy alive. Which means if positioned correctly maybe she can claim 1-2 kills, then she'll likely to stuck on the opponent's main tank for the rest of the fight. After hitting 3 star her ricochet is now doing much more damage so that's less of a problem and only on 3 star she becomes a beast. However, since she's also StoryweaveFortune so others might hold her simply to be a trait bot or to grief, with the lowered 3 cost odds she's unreliable to hit. This leads to a more fundamental design issue of this set, as many potentially good units are often sharing with different lines as trait bot. With the lowered bag size those are often not being viable. https://preview.redd.it/14lq2155dv0d1.png?width=761&format=png&auto=webp&s=6e21f3acea8d3bea1e011833509fe379bad4b150 Ashe Buff - Unexpected and ConcerningAlthough herself is left touched, Ashe gets a triple buff from Sniper trait, Warden and Lillia. From Sniper trait she gets a big buff of 8.6% on 4 Snipers, meanwhile Wardens gets more tanky and Lillia gets more damage:https://preview.redd.it/smry8kpqgv0d1.png?width=691&format=png&auto=webp&s=b818c95cb674d18b73038af1841a254785049187 https://preview.redd.it/8gmyk8lsgv0d1.png?width=931&format=png&auto=webp&s=5d0cd84a2e2a653bb73197f14c7962e38cc82867 Honestly after Syndra gets nerfed, she's now becoming a bit scary as we are now seeing a much slower meta which she would enjoy a lot. 4 Sniper becomes better also means now it's more flexible to play her with other tanks and carries instead of Lillia. The damage boost from 2 to 4 Sniper is also already being huge, adding Lillia on level 9 would certainly make it even much harder to beat. Other BuffsGhostly gets a buff to trigger a bit faster. In practice the damage boost and health regen comes a bit earlier, also makes it more stable to trigger late game. If the META starts to shift towards reroll comps, Ghostly now becomes a great platform for multiple carries like Senna, Kindred, Zyra and Zoe. For reference, if we use Morgana that's potentially a 3% overall damage boost for triggering earlier:https://preview.redd.it/w1v3f0s7kv0d1.png?width=766&format=png&auto=webp&s=fe1bb670c75d8298ff1c251c41aaf2d7b45ba47b Kayle also gets a buff and now triple red and blue builds are doing similar level of damage. 5 Storyweaver buff also makes the mid game a bit smoother. However maybe not a good news for those who wants to reroll Zoe/Zyra: https://preview.redd.it/chlmlvjekv0d1.png?width=894&format=png&auto=webp&s=2bd2ed4998aa7e7cb4105f1e8ed846e0423f65a8 Soraka gets a modest damage buff, would make her slightly better on carrying some AP items, but since you probably wouldn't hit 3*, it's mostly a bait not worth pursuing: https://preview.redd.it/wp9jtc09lv0d1.png?width=762&format=png&auto=webp&s=8d382872d95d60395554f91f2b76d0f3748e7346 |
2024.05.17 01:20 OlderBuilder Hardware and Windows messing with me; Please help!
Windows 10 disappeared, along with it's separate D: drive!
Hi All,First, this combines hardware and software with a massive dose of confusion. I feel foolish even posting this, but I'm in a quandary here. One day, a couple of weeks ago, Windows 10 (on a 980 MVE drive) and its Data drive (on an 850 SSD drive) simply disappeared! The strange thing is that Windows 11 (on its separate 850 drive) and its data drive (shared 850 1TB SSD drive) were working!
Since I couldn't get into the "Windows 7-like" backups or the EaseUS backups, I resorted to Norton's backups; I also restored backup my libraries using Norton. Now, here is the problem: The UEFI was no longer working, nor could I get it to operate, not to mention the drive is only recognized in "devices attached" in the BIOS. I attempted to rectify it by using several methods of rebuilding the UEFI but to no avail. Oh, and there is no WindowsRE on the backend of the drive. One last thing: my Asus ROG Crosshair VIII Dark Hero (X570 board) has a habit of not turning on when the power button is used; thus, I'm reduced to using the main power switch on my 1600i to turn the system off, and then on...this is a temporary solution.
Okay, okay, this is the very last thing. When 10 was working, I could only test my system on 11; 10 would have a blue screen. I deleted the nVidia driver for the 3090 FE and used DDU to reinstall while disconnected from the Internet.
Now that you have all the facts and hardware, does anyone know what happened; should I reinstall 10; should I use my backup Gigabyte X570S AORUS Master motherboard to do a rebuild?
Please help. I'm too old (70+) and tired to crawl on the floor (Fractal Design Define 7 XL) today. I know I'm probably being lazy, but as you can see, I need help understanding what happened and how to proceed.
Thank you in advance; laughter will not offend me since I'm past being p*ssed.
2024.05.17 01:00 schylarker [US-NY][H] JER J80, Boardsource Lulu, Leopold PD keycaps, Switches [W] Paypal
timestamps: https://imgur.com/a/vhXNB0c, https://imgur.com/a/zRcyHsP, https://imgur.com/a/Yo72jAO
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| Item | Qty | Price | Available |
|---|---|---|---|
| JER J80 | n/a | 450 | Yes |
| Boardsource Lulu | n/a | 180 | Yes |
| FC750R Keycaps | n/a | 20 | Yes |
| JWICK Semi Silent Linear | 110 | 25 | Yes |
| Haimu Silent Red | 70 | 10 | Yes |
| Geon Clear Tactile (no lube) | 35 | 10 | Yes |
Details
JER Plant J80 - $450
- https://imgur.com/a/Yo72jAO
- Used, desoldered, cleaned
- WKL layout
- E-Beige color
- This is a hardwire board. Cable comes cut. You need to solder the wires directly onto the PCB
- full aluminum build (not the S edition with the weight)
- plateless
- comes with various stickers for the LED portion
- no original packaging included
- flaw: there is an area of the front lip that's been chipped (shown in photo)
Boardsource Lulu -- $180
- https://imgur.com/a/zRcyHsP
- Used, never got used to layout
- Silver top, poly bottom
- OLED, encoder
- Flashed Peg on it to get it to factory default, QMK recommended if you know how to use it, because Peg sucks
- flaw: clear window has adhesive residue from the packaging
- flaw: one side bottom has a scratch (from factory)
- includes: wrist rests, TRRS cable, tenting kit, frosted windows
- Current retail for this package is $339
Leopold FC750R PD keycaps - $20
- blue/black color
- doubleshot PBT
- Cherry-ish profile
- 6.25u bottom row
JWICK Linear semi silent 62g - $25
- 68x + 32x
- 68 lightly lubed 205g0, desoldered
- 32 unlubed, unusued, never soldered
Haimu silent red - $10
- 70x
- desoldered, no switch mods, minimal usage
Geon Clear tactile unlubed - $10
- 35x
- never used, never soldered
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- Shipping is via whatever's the cheapest USPS service
- Please allow 2 business days for shipping
2024.05.17 00:32 BigBookest- Minecraft Class_7196?
I am making a 1.19.2 Mega mod pack and I was able to load into the Minecraft loading screen and everything but the game instantly crashes once I create a world. The crash report is below and the main error I get is "Mixin transformation of net.minecraft.class_7196 failed" I tried looking up what mod is under class 7196 but I can't seem to pinpoint the mod that is responsible.
---- Minecraft Crash Report ----
// Daisy, daisy...
Time: 2024-05-16 15:25:45
Description: mouseClicked event handler
java.lang.RuntimeException: Mixin transformation of net.minecraft.class_7196 failed
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-- Head --
Thread: Render thread
Stacktrace:
Details:
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Details:
porting_lib_common: Porting Lib Common 2.1.1305+1.19.2
porting_lib_constants: Porting Lib Constants 2.1.1305+1.19.2
porting_lib_lazy_registration: Porting Lib Lazy Register 2.1.1305+1.19.2
porting_lib_loot: Porting Lib Loot 2.1.1305+1.19.2
porting_lib_model_generators: Porting Lib Model Generators 2.1.1305+1.19.2
porting_lib_model_loader: Porting Lib Model Loader 2.1.1305+1.19.2
porting_lib_models: Porting Lib Models 2.1.1305+1.19.2
libninepatch: LibNinePatch 1.1.0
submitted by BigBookest- to fabricmc [link] [comments]
---- Minecraft Crash Report ----
// Daisy, daisy...
Time: 2024-05-16 15:25:45
Description: mouseClicked event handler
java.lang.RuntimeException: Mixin transformation of net.minecraft.class_7196 failed
`at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.launch.knot.KnotClassDelegate.getPostMixinClassByteArray(KnotClassDelegate.java:427)` `at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.launch.knot.KnotClassDelegate.tryLoadClass(KnotClassDelegate.java:323)` `at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.launch.knot.KnotClassDelegate.loadClass(KnotClassDelegate.java:218)` `at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.launch.knot.KnotClassLoader.loadClass(KnotClassLoader.java:119)` `at java.base/java.lang.ClassLoader.loadClass(ClassLoader.java:525)` `at net.minecraft.class_525.method_2736(class_525.java:310)` `at net.minecraft.class_525.method_19922(class_525.java:260)` `at net.minecraft.class_4185.method_25306(class_4185.java:43)` `at net.minecraft.class_4264.method_25348(class_4264.java:16)` `at net.minecraft.class_339.method_25402(class_339.java:120)` `at net.minecraft.class_4069.method_25402(class_4069.java:27)` `at net.minecraft.class_312.method_1611(class_312.java:94)` `at net.minecraft.class_437.method_25412(class_437.java:489)` `at net.minecraft.class_312.method_1601(class_312.java:94)` `at net.minecraft.class_312.method_22686(class_312.java:165)` `at net.minecraft.class_1255.execute(class_1255.java:103)` `at net.minecraft.class_312.method_22684(class_312.java:165)` `at org.lwjgl.glfw.GLFWMouseButtonCallbackI.callback(GLFWMouseButtonCallbackI.java:43)` `at org.lwjgl.system.JNI.invokeV(Native Method)` `at org.lwjgl.glfw.GLFW.glfwWaitEventsTimeout(GLFW.java:3474)` `at com.mojang.blaze3d.systems.RenderSystem.limitDisplayFPS(RenderSystem.java:222)` `at net.minecraft.class_310.method_1523(class_310.java:1208)` `at net.minecraft.class_310.method_1514(class_310.java:768)` `at net.minecraft.client.main.Main.method_44604(Main.java:244)` `at net.minecraft.client.main.Main.main(Main.java:51)` `at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.game.minecraft.MinecraftGameProvider.launch(MinecraftGameProvider.java:470)` `at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.launch.knot.Knot.launch(Knot.java:74)` `at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.launch.knot.KnotClient.main(KnotClient.java:23)`Caused by: org.spongepowered.asm.mixin.transformer.throwables.MixinTransformerError: An unexpected critical error was encountered
`at org.spongepowered.asm.mixin.transformer.MixinProcessor.applyMixins(MixinProcessor.java:392)` `at org.spongepowered.asm.mixin.transformer.MixinTransformer.transformClass(MixinTransformer.java:234)` `at org.spongepowered.asm.mixin.transformer.MixinTransformer.transformClassBytes(MixinTransformer.java:202)` `at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.launch.knot.KnotClassDelegate.getPostMixinClassByteArray(KnotClassDelegate.java:422)` `... 27 more`Caused by: org.spongepowered.asm.mixin.injection.throwables.InjectionError: Critical injection failure: Redirector removeAdviceOnLoad(Lnet/minecraft/class_5219;)Lcom/mojang/serialization/Lifecycle; in disable_custom_worlds_advice.mixins.json:MixinIntegratedServerLoader from mod disable_custom_worlds_advice failed injection check, (0/1) succeeded. Scanned 1 target(s). Using refmap DisableCustomWorldsAdvice-refmap.json
`at org.spongepowered.asm.mixin.injection.struct.InjectionInfo.postInject(InjectionInfo.java:468)` `at org.spongepowered.asm.mixin.transformer.MixinTargetContext.applyInjections(MixinTargetContext.java:1384)` `at org.spongepowered.asm.mixin.transformer.MixinApplicatorStandard.applyInjections(MixinApplicatorStandard.java:1062)` `at org.spongepowered.asm.mixin.transformer.MixinApplicatorStandard.applyMixin(MixinApplicatorStandard.java:402)` `at org.spongepowered.asm.mixin.transformer.MixinApplicatorStandard.apply(MixinApplicatorStandard.java:327)` `at org.spongepowered.asm.mixin.transformer.TargetClassContext.apply(TargetClassContext.java:422)` `at org.spongepowered.asm.mixin.transformer.TargetClassContext.applyMixins(TargetClassContext.java:403)` `at org.spongepowered.asm.mixin.transformer.MixinProcessor.applyMixins(MixinProcessor.java:363)` `... 30 more`A detailed walkthrough of the error, its code path and all known details is as follows:
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-- Head --
Thread: Render thread
Stacktrace:
`at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.launch.knot.KnotClassDelegate.getPostMixinClassByteArray(KnotClassDelegate.java:427)` `at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.launch.knot.KnotClassDelegate.tryLoadClass(KnotClassDelegate.java:323)` `at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.launch.knot.KnotClassDelegate.loadClass(KnotClassDelegate.java:218)` `at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.launch.knot.KnotClassLoader.loadClass(KnotClassLoader.java:119)` `at java.base/java.lang.ClassLoader.loadClass(ClassLoader.java:525)` `at net.minecraft.class_525.method_2736(class_525.java:310)` `at net.minecraft.class_525.method_19922(class_525.java:260)` `at net.minecraft.class_4185.method_25306(class_4185.java:43)` `at net.minecraft.class_4264.method_25348(class_4264.java:16)` `at net.minecraft.class_339.method_25402(class_339.java:120)` `at net.minecraft.class_4069.method_25402(class_4069.java:27)` `at net.minecraft.class_312.method_1611(class_312.java:94)` `at net.minecraft.class_437.method_25412(class_437.java:489)` `at net.minecraft.class_312.method_1601(class_312.java:94)` `at net.minecraft.class_312.method_22686(class_312.java:165)` `at net.minecraft.class_1255.execute(class_1255.java:103)` `at net.minecraft.class_312.method_22684(class_312.java:165)` `at org.lwjgl.glfw.GLFWMouseButtonCallbackI.callback(GLFWMouseButtonCallbackI.java:43)` `at org.lwjgl.system.JNI.invokeV(Native Method)` `at org.lwjgl.glfw.GLFW.glfwWaitEventsTimeout(GLFW.java:3474)`-- Affected screen --
Details:
`Screen name: net.minecraft.class_525`Stacktrace:
`at net.minecraft.class_437.method_25412(class_437.java:489)` `at net.minecraft.class_312.method_1601(class_312.java:94)` `at net.minecraft.class_312.method_22686(class_312.java:165)` `at net.minecraft.class_1255.execute(class_1255.java:103)` `at net.minecraft.class_312.method_22684(class_312.java:165)` `at org.lwjgl.glfw.GLFWMouseButtonCallbackI.callback(GLFWMouseButtonCallbackI.java:43)` `at org.lwjgl.system.JNI.invokeV(Native Method)` `at org.lwjgl.glfw.GLFW.glfwWaitEventsTimeout(GLFW.java:3474)` `at com.mojang.blaze3d.systems.RenderSystem.limitDisplayFPS(RenderSystem.java:222)` `at net.minecraft.class_310.method_1523(class_310.java:1208)` `at net.minecraft.class_310.method_1514(class_310.java:768)` `at net.minecraft.client.main.Main.method_44604(Main.java:244)` `at net.minecraft.client.main.Main.main(Main.java:51)` `at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.game.minecraft.MinecraftGameProvider.launch(MinecraftGameProvider.java:470)` `at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.launch.knot.Knot.launch(Knot.java:74)` `at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.launch.knot.KnotClient.main(KnotClient.java:23)`-- Last reload --
Details:
`Reload number: 1` `Reload reason: initial` `Finished: Yes` `Packs: Default, PFM-Runtime-RP, Fabric Mods, Everycomp Generated Pack, Snowyspirit Generated Pack, Essential (fabric_1.19.2).jar`Stacktrace:
`at net.minecraft.class_6360.method_36565(class_6360.java:49)` `at net.minecraft.class_310.method_1587(class_310.java:2348)` `at net.minecraft.class_310.method_1514(class_310.java:787)` `at net.minecraft.client.main.Main.method_44604(Main.java:244)` `at net.minecraft.client.main.Main.main(Main.java:51)` `at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.game.minecraft.MinecraftGameProvider.launch(MinecraftGameProvider.java:470)` `at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.launch.knot.Knot.launch(Knot.java:74)` `at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.launch.knot.KnotClient.main(KnotClient.java:23)`-- System Details --
Details:
`Minecraft Version: 1.19.2` `Minecraft Version ID: 1.19.2` `Operating System: Windows 10 (amd64) version 10.0` `Java Version: 17.0.8, Microsoft` `Java VM Version: OpenJDK 64-Bit Server VM (mixed mode), Microsoft` `Memory: 6762597352 bytes (6449 MiB) / 21474836480 bytes (20480 MiB) up to 21474836480 bytes (20480 MiB)` `CPUs: 16` `Processor Vendor: AuthenticAMD` `Processor Name: AMD Ryzen 7 5800X 8-Core Processor` `Identifier: AuthenticAMD Family 25 Model 33 Stepping 2` `Microarchitecture: Zen 3` `Frequency (GHz): 3.80` `Number of physical packages: 1` `Number of physical CPUs: 8` `Number of logical CPUs: 16` `Graphics card #0 name: AMD Radeon RX 6750 XT` `Graphics card #0 vendor: Advanced Micro Devices, Inc. (0x1002)` `Graphics card #0 VRAM (MB): 4095.00` `Graphics card #0 deviceId: 0x73df` `Graphics card #0 versionInfo: DriverVersion=31.0.24027.1012` `Memory slot #0 capacity (MB): 16384.00` `Memory slot #0 clockSpeed (GHz): 2.13` `Memory slot #0 type: DDR4` `Memory slot #1 capacity (MB): 16384.00` `Memory slot #1 clockSpeed (GHz): 2.13` `Memory slot #1 type: DDR4` `Virtual memory max (MB): 52209.99` `Virtual memory used (MB): 46311.93` `Swap memory total (MB): 19544.52` `Swap memory used (MB): 1083.90` `JVM Flags: 4 total; -XX:HeapDumpPath=MojangTricksIntelDriversForPerformance_javaw.exe_minecraft.exe.heapdump -Xss1M -Xmx20G -Xms19G` `Fabric Mods:` `additionaladditions: Additional Additions 5.1.0` `additionallanterns: Additional Lanterns 1.1.1a` `adorn: Adorn 3.9.1+1.19.2` `advancementplaques: Advancement Plaques 1.4.6` `adventurez: AdventureZ 1.4.18` `alloy_forgery: Alloy Forgery 2.1.1+1.19` `amecs: Amecs 1.3.8+mc.1.19-rc2` `another_furniture: Another Furniture 1.19.2-2.1.4` `appleskin: AppleSkin 2.5.1+mc1.19` `architectury: Architectury 6.6.92` `artifacts: Artifacts 7.1.1+fabric` `expandability: ExpandAbility 6.0.0` `step-height-entity-attribute: Step Height Entity Attribute 1.0.0` `attributefix: AttributeFix 17.2.8` `auudio: Auudio 1.0.3` `azurelib: AzureLib 1.0.41` `badpackets: Bad Packets 0.2.3` `bakery: Bakery 1.0.6` `balm-fabric: Balm 4.6.0` `bclib: BCLib 2.1.8` `beachparty: Beachparty 1.0.12` `beaconoverhaul: Beacon Overhaul 1.7.3+1.19.2` `reach-entity-attributes: Reach Entity Attributes 2.3.0` `beautify: Beautify 1.1.1+fabric-1.19.2` `cardinal-components-base: Cardinal Components API (base) 5.0.2` `cardinal-components-entity: Cardinal Components API (entities) 5.0.2` `cardinal-components-world: Cardinal Components API (worlds) 5.0.2` `beekeeperhut: Friends&Foes - Beekeeper Hut 2.0.0` `betterchunkloading: Better chunk loading mod 1.19.2-4.2` `bettercombat: Better Combat 1.7.1+1.19` `betterdeserttemples: YUNG's Better Desert Temples 1.19.2-Fabric-2.2.2` `org_reflections_reflections: reflections 0.10.2` `betterdungeons: YUNG's Better Dungeons 1.19.2-Fabric-3.2.1` `betterend: Better End 2.1.7` `betterendisland: YUNG's Better End Island 1.19.2-Fabric-1.0` `betterfortresses: YUNG's Better Nether Fortresses 1.19.2-Fabric-1.0.6` `betterjungletemples: YUNG's Better Jungle Temples 1.19.2-Fabric-1.0.1` `bettermineshafts: YUNG's Better Mineshafts 1.19.2-Fabric-3.2.1` `betternether: Better Nether 7.1.5` `betteroceanmonuments: YUNG's Better Ocean Monuments 1.19.2-Fabric-2.1.1` `betterstats: Better Statistics Screen 2.9.3+1.19.2` `tcdcommons: TCD Commons API 2.9.1+1.19.2` `betterstrongholds: YUNG's Better Strongholds 1.19.2-Fabric-3.2.0` `betterwitchhuts: YUNG's Better Witch Huts 1.19.2-Fabric-2.1.0` `bobby: Bobby 4.0.1` `com_typesafe_config: config 1.4.2` `io_leangen_geantyref_geantyref: geantyref 1.3.13` `org_spongepowered_configurate-core: configurate-core 4.1.2` `org_spongepowered_configurate-hocon: configurate-hocon 4.1.2` `bookshelf: Bookshelf 16.3.20` `bosses_of_mass_destruction: Bosses of Mass Destruction (Beta) 1.4.8-1.19.2` `maelstrom_library: Maelstrom Library 1.3.1-1.19.2` `multipart_entities: MultipartEntities 1.2-1.19-pre1` `botanypots: BotanyPots 9.0.43` `botarium: Botarium 1.9.2` `team_reborn_energy: Energy 2.2.0` `bountiful: Bountiful 3.0.0` `brewery: Brewery 1.0.1` `brewinandchewin: Brewin And Chewin fabric-2.1.5+1.19.2` `mm: Manningham Mills 2.3` `bwncr: Bad Wither No Cookie Reloaded 3.14.1` `byg: Oh The Biomes You'll Go` [`2.0.1.6`](http://2.0.1.6) `bygonenether: Bygone Nether 1.3.2` `candlelight: Candlelight 1.1.9` `capybara: Capybara 2.0.1` `cardinal-components: Cardinal Components API 5.0.2` `cardinal-components-block: Cardinal Components API (blocks) 5.0.2` `cardinal-components-chunk: Cardinal Components API (chunks) 5.0.2` `cardinal-components-item: Cardinal Components API (items) 5.0.2` `cardinal-components-level: Cardinal Components API (world saves) 5.0.2` `cardinal-components-scoreboard: Cardinal Components API (scoreboard) 5.0.2` `carryon: Carry On` [`2.1.2.23`](http://2.1.2.23) `cave_enhancements: Cave Enhancements 1.19.2-2.1.12-fabric` `charm: Charm 4.4.4` `com_moandjiezana_toml_toml4j: toml4j 0.7.2` `charmofundying: Charm of Undying 6.2.1+1.19.2` `chat_heads: Chat Heads 0.10.32` `chipped: Chipped 2.1.5` `chunksending: Chunksending Mod 1.19.2-2.8` `cloth-api: Cloth API 4.0.65` `cloth-basic-math: cloth-basic-math 0.6.1` `cloth-client-events-v0: Cloth Client Events v0 4.0.65` `cloth-common-events-v1: Cloth Common Events v1 4.0.65` `cloth-scissors-api-v1: Cloth Scissors API v1 4.0.65` `cloth-utils-v1: Cloth Utils v1 4.0.65` `cloth-config: Cloth Config v8 8.3.115` `clumps: Clumps 9.0.0+14` `cobblemon: Cobblemon 1.3.1+1.19.2` `cobblemon_chaining: Cobblemon Chaining 1.3-fabric-1.1.3` `omega-config: OmegaConfig 1.3.0+1.19.2` `cobblemon_counter: Cobblemon Counter 1.3-fabric-1.5.0` `cobblemon_spawn_notification: Cobblemon Spawn Notification 1.4.0` `cobblepedia: Cobblepedia 0.4.4+1.19.2` `collective: Collective 7.57` `comforts: Comforts 6.0.7+1.19.2` `spectrelib: SpectreLib 0.12.8+1.19.2` `configured: Configured 2.0.0` `connectedglass: Connected Glass 1.1.11` `connectiblechains: Connectible Chains 2.1.4+1.19.2` `connectivity: Connectivity Mod 1.19.2-4.5` `controlling: Controlling For Fabric 10.0+7` `convenientdecor: Convenient Decor 0.2.0` `convenientnametags: Convenient Name Tags 1.0.0` `coolcat_lib: CoolCatLib 1.0.4` `corgilib: CorgiLib` [`1.0.0.34`](http://1.0.0.34) `com_electronwill_night-config_core: core 3.6.6` `com_electronwill_night-config_toml: toml 3.6.6` `cosmetic-armor: Cosmetic Armor 1.4.2` `crafttweaker: CraftTweaker 10.1.55` `org_javassist_javassist: javassist 3.29.0-GA` `create: Create 0.5.1-f-build.1416+mc1.19.2` `com_google_code_findbugs_jsr305: jsr305 3.0.2` `flywheel: Flywheel 0.6.10-8` `forge_tags: Porting Lib Tags 3.0` `milk: Milk Lib 1.0.51`dripstone_fluid_lib: Dripstone Fluid Lib 2.0.1
`porting_lib_accessors: Porting Lib Accessors 2.1.1305+1.19.2` `porting_lib_base: Porting Lib Base 2.1.1305+1.19.2`porting_lib_attributes: Porting Lib Attributes 2.1.1305+1.19.2
porting_lib_common: Porting Lib Common 2.1.1305+1.19.2
porting_lib_constants: Porting Lib Constants 2.1.1305+1.19.2
porting_lib_lazy_registration: Porting Lib Lazy Register 2.1.1305+1.19.2
porting_lib_loot: Porting Lib Loot 2.1.1305+1.19.2
porting_lib_model_generators: Porting Lib Model Generators 2.1.1305+1.19.2
porting_lib_model_loader: Porting Lib Model Loader 2.1.1305+1.19.2
porting_lib_models: Porting Lib Models 2.1.1305+1.19.2
`porting_lib_entity: Porting Lib Entity 2.1.1305+1.19.2` `porting_lib_extensions: Porting Lib Extensions 2.1.1305+1.19.2` `porting_lib_fake_players: Porting Lib Fake Players 2.1.1305+1.19.2` `porting_lib_networking: Porting Lib Networking 2.1.1305+1.19.2` `porting_lib_obj_loader: Porting Lib Obj Loader 2.1.1305+1.19.2` `porting_lib_transfer: Porting Lib Transfer 2.1.1305+1.19.2` `registrate-fabric: Registrate for Fabric 1.1.58-MC1.19.2` `crittersandcompanions: Critters and Companions 1.19.2-2.0.2` `croptopia: Croptopia 2.2.2` `culturaldelights: Cultural Delights Fabric 0.14.10+1.19.2` `terraform-wood-api-v1: Terraform Wood API (v1) 4.2.0` `cupboard: cupboard 1.19.2-2.6` `darkpaintings: DarkPaintings 13.1.5` `darkutils: DarkUtilities 13.1.9` `darkwaters: Dark Waters 0.0.18` `debugify: Debugify 2.8.0` `decorative_blocks: Decorative Blocks 3.0.0` `deeperdarker: Deeper and Darker 1.2.5` `customportalapi: Custom Portal Api 0.0.1-beta63-1.19.X` `diagonalfences: Diagonal Fences 4.2.6` `diagonalwindows: Diagonal Windows 4.0.2` `doapi: Lets Do Api 1.1.0` `blue_endless_jankson: jankson 1.2.1` `dragonfight: Dragonfight Mod 1.19.2-4.4` `dragonloot: DragonLoot 1.1.2` `duckling: Duckling 2.0.8` `dummmmmmy: MmmMmmMmmMmm 1.19.2-1.7.1` `dungeon_difficulty: Dungeon Difficulty 2.0.5+1.19` `com_github_zsoltmolnarrr_tinyconfig: TinyConfig 2.3.2` `dungeon_now_loading: dungeon-now-loading-18.2 1.0.0` `dungeons_arise: When Dungeons Arise 2.1.54` `dungeons_arise_seven_seas: When Dungeons Arise: Seven Seas 1.0.2` `durabilitytooltip: Durability Tooltip 1.1.5+a` `easyanvils: Easy Anvils 4.0.11` `easymagic: Easy Magic 4.3.3` `eatinganimationid: Eating Animation 1.9.1` `ecologics: Ecologics 2.1.11` `elementa: Elementa 647` `elytraslot: Elytra Slot 6.1.1+1.19.2` `emeraldexpansion: Emerald Expansion 1.0` `emi: EMI 1.1.6+1.19.2+fabric` `emi_loot: EMI Loot 0.6.6+1.19` `enchdesc: EnchantmentDescriptions 13.0.14` `endermanoverhaul: Enderman Overhaul 0.0.0` `ends_delight: End's Delight 1.19.2-1.0` `essential: Essential 1.3.2.3+g6a2d13e09b` `essential-container: essential-container 1.0.0` `essential-loader: essential-loader 1.2.1` `everycomp: Every Compat 1.19.2-2.5.22` `exlinefurniture: Exline's Furniture 2.3.2` `expandeddelight: Expanded Delight` [`0.2.5.2`](http://0.2.5.2) `experiencebugfix: Experience Bug Fix 19` `explorify: Explorify v1.4.0` `extended_armor_bars: Extended Armor Bars 1.2.1` `extraalchemy: Extra Alchemy 1.9.0` `fabric-api: Fabric API 0.77.0+1.19.2` `fabric-api-base: Fabric API Base 0.4.15+8f4e8eb390` `fabric-api-lookup-api-v1: Fabric API Lookup API (v1) 1.6.14+93d8cb8290` `fabric-biome-api-v1: Fabric Biome API (v1) 9.1.1+16f1e31390` `fabric-block-api-v1: Fabric Block API (v1) 1.0.2+e415d50e90` `fabric-blockrenderlayer-v1: Fabric BlockRenderLayer Registration (v1) 1.1.25+cafc6e8e90` `fabric-client-tags-api-v1: Fabric Client Tags 1.0.5+b35fea8390` `fabric-command-api-v1: Fabric Command API (v1) 1.2.16+f71b366f90` `fabric-command-api-v2: Fabric Command API (v2) 2.2.1+413cbbc790` `fabric-commands-v0: Fabric Commands (v0) 0.2.33+df3654b390` `fabric-containers-v0: Fabric Containers (v0) 0.1.42+df3654b390` `fabric-content-registries-v0: Fabric Content Registries (v0) 3.5.2+7c6cd14d90` `fabric-convention-tags-v1: Fabric Convention Tags 1.3.0+4bc6e26290` `fabric-crash-report-info-v1: Fabric Crash Report Info (v1) 0.2.8+aeb40ebe90` `fabric-data-generation-api-v1: Fabric Data Generation API (v1) 5.3.9+413cbbc790` `fabric-dimensions-v1: Fabric Dimensions API (v1) 2.1.35+0d0f210290` `fabric-entity-events-v1: Fabric Entity Events (v1) 1.5.4+9244241690` `fabric-events-interaction-v0: Fabric Events Interaction (v0) 0.4.34+562bff6e90` `fabric-events-lifecycle-v0: Fabric Events Lifecycle (v0) 0.2.36+df3654b390` `fabric-game-rule-api-v1: Fabric Game Rule API (v1) 1.0.24+b6b6abb490` `fabric-item-api-v1: Fabric Item API (v1) 1.6.6+b7d1888890` `fabric-item-groups-v0: Fabric Item Groups (v0) 0.3.39+9244241690` `fabric-key-binding-api-v1: Fabric Key Binding API (v1) 1.0.25+5c4fce2890` `fabric-keybindings-v0: Fabric Key Bindings (v0) 0.2.23+df3654b390` `fabric-lifecycle-events-v1: Fabric Lifecycle Events (v1) 2.2.4+1b46dc7890` `fabric-loot-api-v2: Fabric Loot API (v2) 1.1.13+83a8659290` `fabric-loot-tables-v1: Fabric Loot Tables (v1) 1.1.16+9e7660c690` `fabric-message-api-v1: Fabric Message API (v1) 5.0.7+93d8cb8290` `fabric-mining-level-api-v1: Fabric Mining Level API (v1) 2.1.24+33fbc73890` `fabric-models-v0: Fabric Models (v0) 0.3.21+c6af733c90` `fabric-networking-api-v1: Fabric Networking API (v1) 1.2.12+def3f86d90` `fabric-networking-v0: Fabric Networking (v0) 0.3.29+df3654b390` `fabric-object-builder-api-v1: Fabric Object Builder API (v1) 4.2.2+d8ef690890` `fabric-particles-v1: Fabric Particles (v1) 1.1.0+ee641e7390` `fabric-recipe-api-v1: Fabric Recipe API (v1) 1.0.2+413cbbc790` `fabric-registry-sync-v0: Fabric Registry Sync (v0) 0.9.33+9244241690` `fabric-renderer-api-v1: Fabric Renderer API (v1) 1.2.1+1adbf27790` `fabric-renderer-indigo: Fabric Renderer - Indigo 0.8.0+1adbf27790` `fabric-renderer-registries-v1: Fabric Renderer Registries (v1) 3.2.25+df3654b390` `fabric-rendering-data-attachment-v1: Fabric Rendering Data Attachment (v1) 0.3.19+6e0787e690` `fabric-rendering-fluids-v1: Fabric Rendering Fluids (v1) 3.0.11+4d0d570390` `fabric-rendering-v0: Fabric Rendering (v0) 1.1.28+df3654b390` `fabric-rendering-v1: Fabric Rendering (v1) 1.13.0+526f2c6790` `fabric-resource-conditions-api-v1: Fabric Resource Conditions API (v1) 2.1.2+aae9039d90` `fabric-resource-loader-v0: Fabric Resource Loader (v0) 0.8.4+edbdcddb90` `fabric-screen-api-v1: Fabric Screen API (v1) 1.0.32+4d0d570390` `fabric-screen-handler-api-v1: Fabric Screen Handler API (v1) 1.3.8+1cc24b1b90` `fabric-sound-api-v1: Fabric Sound API (v1) 1.0.2+c4f28df590` `fabric-textures-v0: Fabric Textures (v0) 1.0.24+aeb40ebe90` `fabric-transfer-api-v1: Fabric Transfer API (v1) 2.1.6+413cbbc790` `fabric-transitive-access-wideners-v1: Fabric Transitive Access Wideners (v1) 1.3.3+08b73de490` `fabric-furnaces: Fabric Furnaces 2.2.0-1.19.2` `fabric-language-kotlin: Fabric Language Kotlin 1.10.20+kotlin.1.9.24` `org_jetbrains_kotlin_kotlin-reflect: kotlin-reflect 1.9.24` `org_jetbrains_kotlin_kotlin-stdlib: kotlin-stdlib 1.9.24` `org_jetbrains_kotlin_kotlin-stdlib-jdk7: kotlin-stdlib-jdk7 1.9.24` `org_jetbrains_kotlin_kotlin-stdlib-jdk8: kotlin-stdlib-jdk8 1.9.24` `org_jetbrains_kotlinx_atomicfu-jvm: atomicfu-jvm 0.24.0` `org_jetbrains_kotlinx_kotlinx-coroutines-core-jvm: kotlinx-coroutines-core-jvm 1.8.0` `org_jetbrains_kotlinx_kotlinx-coroutines-jdk8: kotlinx-coroutines-jdk8 1.8.0` `org_jetbrains_kotlinx_kotlinx-datetime-jvm: kotlinx-datetime-jvm 0.5.0` `org_jetbrains_kotlinx_kotlinx-serialization-cbor-jvm: kotlinx-serialization-cbor-jvm 1.6.3` `org_jetbrains_kotlinx_kotlinx-serialization-core-jvm: kotlinx-serialization-core-jvm 1.6.3` `org_jetbrains_kotlinx_kotlinx-serialization-json-jvm: kotlinx-serialization-json-jvm 1.6.3` `fabricloader: Fabric Loader 0.15.11` `mixinextras: MixinExtras 0.3.5` `fallingleaves: Falling Leaves 1.13.0+1.19.2` `fallingtree: FallingTree 3.10.1` `farmersdelight: Farmer's Delight 1.19.2-1.3.10.2` `farmersrespite: Farmer's Respite 2.2.5` `porting_lib: Porting Lib 2.1.815+1.19.2`serialization_hooks: Serialization Hooks 0.3.26
`farsight: Farsight Mod 1.19.2-3.5` `org_jctools_jctools-core: jctools-core 4.0.1` `fastload: Fast Load 2.6.11` `faux-custom-entity-data: Faux-Custom-Entity-Data 2.0.2` `fdjei: Just Enough Farmer's Recipes 1.0.1` `findme: FindMe 3.1.0` `flowerymooblooms: Friends&Foes - Flowery Mooblooms 2.0.1` `forgeconfigapiport: Forge Config API Port 4.2.11` `friendlyfire: FriendlyFire 14.0.4` `friendsandfoes: Friends&Foes 2.0.10` `frostiful: Frostiful 0.5.8` `ftbchunks: FTB Chunks 1902.4.4-build.326` `ftblibrary: FTB Library 1902.4.1-build.236` `ftbpc: FTB Pack Companion 2.2.2+mc1.19.2` `ftbteams: FTB Teams 1902.2.14-build.123` `ftbultimine: FTB Ultimine 1902.4.1-build.90` `fusion: Fusion 1.1.1` `fwaystones: Fabric Waystones 3.0.8+mc1.19.2` `galosphere: Galosphere 1.19.2-1.3.0` `geckolib3: Geckolib 3.1.40` `com_eliotlash_mclib_mclib: mclib 20` `goated: You've Goat to be kidding me 1.19.2-1.3.1` `goblintraders: Goblin Traders 1.8.1` `goodall: Goodall 1.2.0` `goodending: Good Ending 1.19.2-1.0.2-fabric` `graveyard: The Graveyard 2.3.3` `handcrafted: Handcrafted 2.0.6` `harvestwithease: Harvest with ease` [`8.0.1.0`](http://8.0.1.0) `highlighter: Highlighter 1.1.4` `icarus: Icarus 1.14` `iceberg: Iceberg 1.0.46` `immersive_aircraft: Immersive Aircraft 0.7.9+1.19.2` `org_mariuszgromada_math_mathparser_org-mxparser: MathParser.org-mXparser 5.2.1` `immersive_armors: Immersive Armors 1.5.6+1.19.2` `incendium: Incendium 5.1.6` `indium: Indium 1.0.9+mc1.19.2` `ingredient-extension-api: Ingredient Extension API 3.0.6` `inmis: Inmis 2.7.1-1.19` `inmisaddon: InmisAddon 1.0.4` `ironbows: Iron Bows (Fabric) 1.4-FABRIC-1.19.2` `ironchests: Iron Chests 1.7.7` `libgui: LibGui 6.2.0+1.19`jankson: Jankson 4.1.1+j1.2.1
libninepatch: LibNinePatch 1.1.0
`itemfilters: Item Filters 1902.2.9-build.51` `jade: Jade 8.7.3` `jadeaddons: Jade Addons 3.2.0` `jamlib: JamLib 0.6.1+1.19-1.19.2` `java: OpenJDK 64-Bit Server VM 17` `jeed: Just Enough Effects Descriptions 1.19.2-2.1.4` `jei: Just Enough Items 11.6.0.1019` `jeresources: Just Enough Resources` [`1.2.3.243`](http://1.2.3.243) `journeymap: Journeymap 5.9.8` `journeymap-api-fabric: JourneyMap API 1.19.1-1.9-fabric-SNAPSHOT` `justenoughbreeding: Just Enough Breeding 1.2.1` `kambrik: Kambrik 4.0-1.19.2` `konkrete: Konkrete 1.8.0` `lambdynlights: LambDynamicLights 2.2.0+1.19.2` `pride: Pride Lib 1.1.2+1.19` `spruceui: SpruceUI 4.1.0+1.19.2` `legendarytooltips: Legendary Tooltips 1.3.3` `letmedespawn: Let Me Despawn fabric-1.0.2` `lilwings: Lil' Wings 1.2.3` `limitedchunks: Limited Chunkloading Mod 1.19.2-3.8` `lithium: Lithium 0.11.1` `logprot: Logprot Mod 1.19-2.0` `lootintegrationaddonyung: Yung's Structures Lootintegration Addon 1.18-1.20.1-1.1` `lootintegrations: Loot integration Mod 1.19.2-3.4` `lootr: Lootr` [`0.4.28.69`](http://0.4.28.69) `luphieclutteredmod: Cluttered 2.1` `malilib: MaLiLib 0.13.0` `mavapi: More Axolotl Variants API 1.1.1` `mavm: More Axolotl Variants Mod 1.2.4` `mcda: MC Dungeons Armors 2.4.4` `mcdar: MC Dungeons Artifacts 1.5.3-1.19` `mcdw: MC Dungeons Weapons 5.0.13-1.19` `enchant_giver: Enchant Giver 1.3.0` `mcsa: MC Story Mode Armors 3.1.4+1.19` `mcwdoors: Macaw's Doors 1.1.0` `mcwfences: Macaw's Fences and Walls 1.1.1` `mcwfurnitures: Macaw's Furniture 3.2.2` `mcwfurnituresbyg: Macaw's Furnitures - BYG 1.19.2-1.1` `mcwholidays: Macaw's Holidays 1.1.0` `mcwlights: Macaw's Lights and Lamps 1.0.6` `mcwtrpdoors: Macaw's Trapdoors 1.1.2` `mcwwindows: Macaw's Windows 2.2.0` `meadow: Meadow 1.2.0` `mes: Moog's End Structures 1.3.1-1.19.2-fabric` `midnightlib: MidnightLib 1.0.0` `minecraft: Minecraft 1.19.2` `miskatonicmysteries: Miskatonic Mysteries 0.1.7` `satin: Satin 1.9.0` `mns: Moog's Nether Structures 1.0.1-1.19.2-fabric` `moblassos: Mob Lassos 4.0.0` `extensibleenums: Extensible Enums 4.0.0` `modernfix: ModernFix 5.17.0+mc1.19.2` `moonlight: Moonlight 1.19.2-2.3.6` `moremobvariants: More Mob Variants 1.0.1` `morevillagers: More Villagers 4.0.2` `mousetweaks: Mouse Tweaks 2.22` `mousewheelie: Mouse Wheelie 1.13.0+mc1.19.2` `amecsapi: Amecs API 1.5.1+mc22w17a` `coat: Coat 1.0.0-beta.20+mc22w17a` `tweed4_annotated: tweed4_annotated 1.3.1+mc22w17a` `tweed4_base: tweed4_base 1.7.1+mc22w17a` `tweed4_data: tweed4_data 1.2.1+mc22w17a` `tweed4_data_hjson: tweed4_data_hjson 1.1.1+mc22w17a` `tweed4_tailor_coat: tweed4_tailor_coat 1.1.3+mc22w17a` `tweed4_tailor_lang_json_descriptions: tweed4_tailor_lang_json_descriptions 1.1.0+mc22w17a` `tweed4_tailor_screen: tweed4_tailor_screen 1.1.4+mc22w17a` `mr_camps_castles_carriages: Camps. Castles. Carriages. 1.1.1` `mutantmonsters: Mutant Monsters 4.0.6` `mvs: Moog's Voyager Structures 4.1.2-1.19.2-fabric` `mythicmetals: Mythic Metals 0.17.3+1.19.2` `additionalentityattributes: Additionalentityattributes 1.2.0+1.19` `mythicmobs: Mythic Mobs 1.19.2-fabric-1.4.5` `mythicupgrades: Mythic Upgrades 1.5.1` `namepain: Name Pain 1.5.2` `naturalist: Naturalist 4.0.3` `naturescompass: Nature's Compass 1.19.2-2.1.0-fabric` `nears: Nears 1.2.3` `netherchested: Nether Chested 4.0.4` `nethersdelight: Nether's Delight 1.0.1` `disable_custom_worlds_advice: Disable Custom Worlds Advice 3.0` `nets: Not Enough Trinket Slots (NETS)` [`0.3.5.2`](http://0.3.5.2) `nochatreports: No Chat Reports 1.19.2-v1.13.12` `oceansdelight: Ocean's Delight fabric-1.0.2-1.19.2` `org_jetbrains_annotations: annotations 23.0.0` `owo: oωo 0.9.3+1.19` `oxidized: Oxidized 1.7.2` `paradise_lost: Paradise Lost 2.2.1-beta+1.19.2` `incubus_core: Outcubus Concern 2.0.0` `patchouli: Patchouli 1.19.2-77-FABRIC` `fiber: fiber 0.23.0-2` `paxi: Paxi 1.19.2-Fabric-3.0.1` `pfm: Paladin's Furniture 1.2.1` `piercingpaxels: Piercing Paxels 1.0.7` `pigpen: PigPen 11.1.2` `player-animator: Player Animator 1.0.2` `pling: Pling 1.5.0` `plushies: Plushie Mod 1.2` `polymer-all: Polymer (Packed) 0.2.28+1.19.2` `polymer: Polymer (Core) 0.2.28+1.19.2`polymer-registry-sync-manipulator: Polymer Registry Sync Manipulator 0.0.3+1.19.2
`polymer-blocks-ext: Polymer Blocks 0.1.0-alpha.9+1.19.2` `polymorph: Polymorph 0.46.6+1.19.2` `powah: Powah! 4.0.11` `prism: Prism 1.0.3` `projectile_damage: Projectile Damage Attribute 3.2.1+1.19` `puzzleslib: Puzzles Lib 4.4.3` `randomium: Randomium 1.19.2-1.22` `repurposed_structures: Repurposed Structures 6.3.28+1.19.2` `resourcefulconfig: Resourcefulconfig 1.0.20` `resourcefullib: Resourceful Lib 1.1.24` `rftoleatherbynyte: RfToLeather 1.0.0` `rottencreatures: Rotten Creatures 1.0.1` `roughly_enough_trades: Roughly Enough Trades 1.19-1.0` `roughlyenoughitems: Roughly Enough Items 9.2.724` `error_notifier: Error Notifier 1.0.9` `runelic: Runelic 14.1.4` `runes: Runes 0.9.8+1.19` `sdrp: Simple Discord Rich Presence 3.0.6-build.39+mc1.19.2` `com_github_jagrosh_discordipc: DiscordIPC a8d6631` `com_kohlschutter_junixsocket_junixsocket-common: junixsocket-common 2.6.2` `com_kohlschutter_junixsocket_junixsocket-native-common: junixsocket-native-common 2.6.2` `org_json_json: json 20210307` `shulkerboxslot: Shulker Box Slot 5.0.0-beta.1+1.19.2` `simplylight: Simply Light 1.19-1.4.3` `simplyswords: Simply Swords 1.47.0-1.19.2` `smartbrainlib: SmartBrainLib 1.9` `smarterfarmers: Smarter Farmers 1.19.2-1.7.2` `smoothboot: Smooth Boot 1.19-1.7.1` `smoothchunk: Smooth chunk save Mod 1.19.2-3.5` `snowyspirit: Snowy Spirit 1.19.2-2.2.0` `sodium: Sodium 0.4.4+build.18` `org_joml_joml: joml 1.10.4` `sodium-extra: Sodium Extra 0.4.16+mc1.19.2-build.90` `caffeineconfig: CaffeineConfig 1.0.0+1.17` `soulsweapons: Marium's Soulslike Weaponry 1.1.3-1.19.2-fabric` `spark: spark 1.10.37` `spirit: Spirit 2.2.7` `splash_milk: Splash Milk 1.2.0` `starlight: Starlight 1.1.1+fabric.ae22326` `starterkit: Starter Kit 6.7` `strawgolem: Strawgolem 2.0.1-alpha` `structory: Structory 1.0.1` `structory_towers: Structory: Towers 1.0.0` `supermartijn642configlib: SuperMartijn642's Config Lib 1.1.8+a` `supermartijn642corelib: SuperMartijn642's Core Lib 1.1.17` `t_and_t: Towns and Towers 1.9` `takesapillage: Takes a Pillage 1.0.4` `terrablender: TerraBlender` [`2.0.1.136`](http://2.0.1.136) `terralith: Terralith 2.3.12` `thermoo: Thermoo 1.4.1` `things: Things 0.3.0+1.19` `thonkutil: ThonkUtil 2.15.4+1.19` `thonkutil-base: ThonkUtil Base 1.13.2+4a8c408a57` `thonkutil-capes-v1: ThonkUtil Capes (v1) 1.4.2+3eb2749857` `thonkutil-coords-v1: ThonkUtil Coords (v1) 1.1.2+8ff533c957` `thonkutil-customization-v1: ThonkUtil Customization (v1) 1.1.2+8ff533c957` `thonkutil-legacy: ThonkUtil Legacy 1.1.2+5d4263f557` `thonkutil-modchecker-v1: ThonkUtil ModChecker (v1) 1.1.3+bd4b387957` `thonkutil-potions-v0: ThonkUtil Potions (v0) 1.5.2+8ff533c957` `thonkutil-titlescreen-v1: ThonkUtil TitleScreen (v1) 1.2.2+8ff533c957` `thonkutil-trades-v1: ThonkUtil Trades (v1) 1.2.2+8ff533c957` `tipthescales: Tip The Scales 6.0.10` `tlib: Tenzin Lib 0.3.11-alpha` `toms_storage: Tom's Simple Storage Mod 1.5.10` `toofast: TooFast 1.0.0` `totw_additions: Towers of the Wild: Additions 1.2.4` `trade_cycling: Trade Cycling 1.19.2-1.0.5` `tradingpost: Trading Post 4.2.0` `tramplenomore: TrampleNoMore 9.0.1` `trashcans: Trash Cans 1.0.18` `travelersbackpack: Traveler's Backpack 1.19.2-8.2.33` `travelerstitles: Traveler's Titles 1.19.2-Fabric-3.1.0` `trinkets: Trinkets 3.4.2` `ultris_mr: Ultris: Boss Expansion 5.6.7f` `universal-graves: Universal Graves 2.1.3+1.19.2` `common-protection-api: Common Protection API 1.0.0` `fabric-permissions-api-v0: fabric-permissions-api 0.1-SNAPSHOT` `hologram-api: Hologram API 0.2.2+1.19` `placeholder-api: Placeholder API 2.0.0-pre.1+1.19.2` `server_translations_api: Server Translations API 1.4.18+1.19.2`packet_tweaker: Packet Tweaker 0.3.0+1.18.2
`sgui: sgui 1.1.5+1.19.1` `universalcraft: UniversalCraft 337` `vanilla-hammers: Vanilla Hammers 3.5.0-1.19.2` `magna: Magna 1.8.0-1.19.2` `static-content: Static Content 1.0.2-1.16.2`staticdata: Static Data 1.1.2
`various_update: various_update 1.0.6.5-1.19-1.19.2` `vigilance: Vigilance 297` `visualworkbench: Visual Workbench 4.2.4` `vitalize: Vitalize 1.1.1` `voicechat: Simple Voice Chat 1.19.2-2.5.14` `voidtotem: Void Totem 2.1.0` `wands: Building Wands 2.6.9-release` `winterly: Winterly 0.8.3` `wmitaf: WMITAF 3.1.1` `wondrouswilds: Wondrous Wilds 1.19.2-1.1.6` `xlpackets: XLPackets 1.19.2-4` `yacg: Yet Another Cobblestone Generator 2023.7.3` `modmenu-badges-lib: ModMenu Badges Lib 2023.4.1` `yet-another-config-lib: YetAnotherConfigLib 2.2.0-for-1.19.2` `yungsapi: YUNG's API 1.19.2-Fabric-3.8.10` `yungsbridges: YUNG's Bridges 1.19.2-Fabric-3.1.0` `yungsextras: YUNG's Extras 1.19.2-Fabric-3.1.0` `z_mcwfencesbyg: Macaw's Fences - BYG 1.19.2-1.1` `zoomify: Zoomify 2.9.0` `dev_isxander_settxi_settxi-core: settxi-core 2.10.5` `dev_isxander_settxi_settxi-gui: settxi-gui 2.10.5` `dev_isxander_settxi_settxi-kotlinx-serialization: settxi-kotlinx-serialization`