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2024 Three Days at the Fair 50K - my first Ultra!
2024.05.19 14:19 shmajent 2024 Three Days at the Fair 50K - my first Ultra!
Race information
- What? 3 Days at the Fair 50K
- When? May 18, 2024 ‡
- How far? 31.1mi
- Where? Augusta, NJ
- Website: https://sites.google.com/site/njtrailseries/fair
- Strava activity: https://www.strava.com/activities/11441314526
- Finish time: 4:40:46
Goals
| Goal | Description | Completed? |
|---|---|---|
| A | 4:30:00 | No |
| B | < 5 hours | Yes |
Splits
| Mile | Time |
|---|---|
| 1 | 0:39 * |
| 2 | 7:33 |
| 3 | 7:31 |
| 4 | 8:01 |
| 5 | 7:45 |
| 6 | 7:56 |
| 7 | 8:08 |
| 8 | 8:00 |
| 9 | 8:00 |
| 10 | 8:27 |
| 11 | 8:04 |
| 12 | 8:11 |
| 13 | 8:08 |
| 14 | 8:10 |
| 15 | 8:06 |
| 16 | 8:10 |
| 17 | 8:43 |
| 18 | 8:09 |
| 19 | 8:40 |
| 20 | 8:21 |
| 21 | 8:38 |
| 22 | 8:39 |
| 23 | 9:06 |
| 24 | 9:05 |
| 25 | 9:56 |
| 26 | 9:45 |
| 27 | 9:40 |
| 28 | 10:16 |
| 29 | 11:07 |
| 30 | 10:20 |
| 31 | 11:46 |
| 32 | 11:00 |
| 33 | 6:30 ** |
- "Lap 1" was from the 50K start to the timing mat. ** "Lap 33" was the remainder from my GPS watch auto-split to the end of the lap/race. ‡ "3 Days at the Fair" went from 13 May to 19 May 2024 (yep!). I was there 18 May.
Training
This was a spring full of sharp turns and hard knocks. The original training went towards the Cheap Marathon in Derry, NH. (That race was reported upon by flocculus here.) Training then consisted of maintaining 30-40 weekly miles, with a weekly long run adding two miles from the prior week, with some fluctuation. My hometown is quite hilly, so I foregone specific hill training as all of my runs were not near flat. My final long run was 21.5 miles March 6 before tapering down my weekly long runs.A freak snowstorm delayed the Cheap Marathon from 4/6 to 4/20, however on 4/9 I fell in my gym shower. Either a rib contusion or hairline fracture paused any running or training for nearly two weeks. Scrambling for some sort of race to scratch the itch and not toss away months of prior training, I found 3 Days at the Fair online – a six day affair featuring ultramarathon categories from 50K to 144H races. They offered a marathon category, with an alluring 50K at similar start times. Naturally, I signed up for shy of 5 more miles than a marathon. One of my running mates gave me the best advice that "ultra running is more of an eating contest than anything else." Considering that during prior marathons I had salt tabs and 3 or 4 GU packets, I thought more about this statement. Hoping my ribs and legs would stand up, I went for the race.
Note: If registering for this race, you can choose the specific date and time you wish to start it. Just stick to that time. I would end up toeing the line with three other 50K runners who opted for the Saturday 9AM start. One could have theoretically started their run any day between Monday and Saturday, at 9AM or 6PM.
Pre-race
The Sussex County NJ fairgrounds were easy enough for me to get to. Those who were not running longer ultra races had plenty of parking mere steps from the registration/food/starting line. (Those running longer races have opportunities to park campers, tents, and so forth.) Weather was gray and cool, at 58˚F/14˚C -ish. I ended up playing with how I'd pack for the run, before noticing racks set up after the start line into which you could place your water bottle so as to not hold it the entire time.Race
For check-in, I picked up my swag (a plush bathrobe) and timing ankle chip. No bibs here! At 8:50, marathoners and 50K'ers were brought to the respective start lines, 0.1 and 0.2 miles after the timing mat. At 9AM, we would run against the sea of all other runners back to the starting mat, turn around, and continue in the anti-clockwise 1 mile loop course. This is why marathons are 27 laps and 50K is 32 laps – that quarter lap registered as "lap 1 completed," so 31.1 miles registers as 32 at the end. I'm getting ahead of myself!I found the course compelling enough to follow. After the timing mat, there is a short uphill that weaves past the toilet and shower area, and toward a hairpin. While the 'pin itself was set wide, most of the time I would walk it because of traffic or weakening knees. This continued straight past a Camper's Row of sorts with mild downhill. The second half runs a long arch around the grounds, with a gradual gentle uphill. The course is paved except for a 200m segment of packed gravel – if it had rained, this part could've been muddy. The course completed after a shot down a causeway, and left turning back to the mat. It's this area where registration, fuel/food/catering, and timing is displayed. Overall, no real potholes to be concerned about, just 31 total laps of this!
Hydration and food – tons of everything including Impossible Burgers, PB&J, cola, and sports vitamins – was supplied after the timing mat. I kept track of which lap I was on with a big-screen projection. My name, lap number, prior lap time, and total time appeared. Every 30 minutes or so I decided to take in calories. This included GU Rocktane, GU Vanilla (sooooo good), two stroopwaffels, two ice pops, and a few salt tabs. It was roughly 400 or so more calories than I would have consumed during a race. Hydration was also a factor, that the course was completely uncovered made me feel hotter and "drier" than normal. I might have taken on about 50 fl oz / 1.5 liters of water. My stomach tolerated this!
The main causeway/timing mat area is where I stopped for water and stowed my foods so I didn't have to carry it around. Early on, I didn't understand where the timing screen was, so took minor detours in the registration area. These factors are why my paces seem inconsistent by 30-odd seconds per mile at points.
The people here are amazing! Other runners were highly supportive, chatty, upbeat. One person was dressed up like a chicken (the race logo featured one), and another person blasted some pretty appropriate and popular tunes. It would be a game for me to guess the artist or song on every lap – we had a great banter going! Another group had a dry-erase board and changed it every few minutes or so with a new dad joke. Naturally, I had to stop to retort with another. For example, they wrote, "3.14% of sailors are pi-rates!" I replied, "if it's $4.50 in Jamaica for a beef patty, $3.50 in DR, and $2 in Trinidad, are those the pie rates of the Caribbean?" Sorry, not sorry.
The lack of proper training began to present itself around mile 22. Pacing was targeted at 8:00-8:15 per mile, with goal half-marathon splits at 1h45m or so. After mile 26, I was 3h40m44s, ten minutes off goal pace. Around that point I slowed, taking more walk breaks but promising myself to run at least half every lap. Landmarks were mentally set to designate where walking and running would occur. When I crossed the line I was done.
Post-race
From a mental standpoint, the concept of so many laps did not bother me. My daily runs more often than not are laps in my parking lot, and I've completed a few half marathons on traditional 400m tracks a few times prior – especially during the Global Pandemilovato of '20. Physically, my legs did not feel any worse than they would have after 26.2 miles. My stomach was actually doing quite alright – nausea and headache would set in within a few minutes of finishing other marathons, but not today. My buddy's advice is making me rethink my marathon strategy.As the event is ultra-marathon focused, finishers of marathon and 50K received a coin. The longer the distance, the larger the coin, with special awards for those who have invested 100+ miles with the organization. (A paver brick [!] stamped with the runner's name is awarded after 1,500 miles with the organization.) Either way, I circled back to the registration area to press my luck at burger availability. Unfortunately they were out, yet making more. While at the beginning of the race the smell of bacon and pancakes wafted onto the line, the sweet smell of success – naturally, manifest as deliciously greasy burgers – greeted us at the end.
Post-race nutriton in my car included Gatorlyte electrolytes, SiS Rego Rapid recovery, and 1.5 liters of water. I opted against the on-site showers and made the long ride home for one which was far more satisfying.
EDIT: Added info about registration. EDIT 2: Grammar.
2024.05.19 13:51 GPTSportsWriter Edmonton Oilers VS Vancouver Canucks Recap 2024-05-18 20:10:00-04:00
 | Edmonton Oilers VS Vancouver Canucks Recap 2024-05-18 20:10:00-04:00 submitted by GPTSportsWriter to GPTSportsWriter [link] [comments] Edmonton Oilers vs. Vancouver Canucks: A Night of Icy RivalryIn the frosty expanse of the NHL rink, the Edmonton Oilers and the Vancouver Canucks clashed in a game that was as chilling as the ice beneath their skates. On May 18, 2024, fans were treated to a spectacle of speed, skill, and the occasional slip-up, as these two titans of the North battled for supremacy.Pre-Game Odds and ExpectationsBefore the puck even hit the ice, the bookmakers had their say. DraftKings and FanDuel, those soothsayers of sports, had the Oilers as the favorites with odds of 1.7 and 1.71 respectively. The Canucks, the underdogs of this icy tale, were given odds of 2.2 and 2.16 (DraftKings, 2024; FanDuel, 2024). But as any seasoned hockey fan knows, the game isn't played on paper or decided by the clairvoyants of the betting world.First Period: A Cold StartThe game commenced with the Canucks looking to prove the oddsmakers wrong. They came out with sticks blazing, or as blazing as one can be on a surface more suited to penguins than pyrotechnics. The Oilers, perhaps a bit too confident in their favored status, seemed to skate with the weight of expectation slowing them down. The first period ended with a score that would make a soccer fan feel at home: 0-0.Second Period: The Ice Begins to CrackAs the second period began, the Oilers must have remembered that they were, in fact, supposed to be the better team. They turned up the heat, metaphorically speaking, and began to put pressure on the Canucks' defense. It was a period of near-misses and "oohs" and "aahs" from the crowd, as the Oilers hit the post, the crossbar, and everything but the net.The Canucks, on the other hand, played as if they were trying to prove that slow and steady wins the race, or at least ties it. They managed to keep the score level, thanks to their goaltender, who must have been born in a freezer given how comfortable he looked amidst the onslaught. Third Period: The Thaw Sets InBy the time the third period rolled around, the fans were getting restless. They had come for goals, and the players seemed finally ready to deliver. The Oilers, fueled by the fear of being the punchline in tomorrow's sports section, found their scoring touch. They slipped one past the Canucks' goalie, who, until that point, had seemed as impenetrable as a bank vault.Not to be outdone, the Canucks struck back with a goal of their own, a shot that was more a thing of luck than skill, deflecting off two Oilers players before finding the back of the net. The game was tied, and the tension was as thick as the ice. Overtime: Sudden Death or Sudden Victory?Overtime in hockey is like a high-stakes game of chess, if the chess pieces were shot out of a cannon. Both teams, aware that the next goal would end it, played with a mix of desperation and caution. It was the Oilers who blinked first, making a mistake that the Canucks capitalized on to score the winning goal.The underdogs had triumphed, and somewhere, a bookmaker was crying into his ledger. Post-Game Analysis: The Numbers Tell the TaleIn the end, the stats painted a picture of a game that was closer than the Oilers would have liked. Shots on goal were nearly even, with the Oilers edging out the Canucks by a slim margin. The faceoff circle was a battleground all night, with both teams winning their fair share.The real story of the game, however, was the goaltenders. The Canucks' goalie, in particular, put on a performance that would have made a brick wall jealous. The Oilers' netminder, while not quite as spectacular, made the saves he needed to, except for that one in overtime, but who's counting? Conclusion: The Ice Melts for the OilersIn a game where the favored Oilers were supposed to skate to an easy victory, it was the Canucks who left the ice with their sticks held high. The oddsmakers will have to go back to their crystal balls, and the Oilers will have to go back to the drawing board.As for the Canucks, they'll enjoy this victory, as fleeting as it may be in the grand scheme of the NHL season. For one night, at least, they were the kings of the ice castle. And so, the puck drops on another chapter of the NHL saga. The Oilers and the Canucks will meet again, but for now, the underdogs can bask in the glow of their unexpected victory. After all, in hockey, as in life, it's not over until the fat lady sings—or in this case, until the Zamboni driver does his final lap. References
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2024.05.19 13:26 Sweet-Count2557 12 Outdoor Ice Skating Rinks Across Connecticut for Winter Family Fun
 | 12 Outdoor Ice Skating Rinks Across Connecticut for Winter Family Fun Are you ready to slide into winter with some chilly family fun? Connecticut has got you covered with not one, not two, but twelve outdoor ice skating rinks just waiting to be explored.From the picturesque town of Stamford to the vibrant city of Hartford, there's a perfect spot for everyone to lace up their skates and glide across the ice.So, grab your mittens and join us as we take a journey through the frozen wonderland of Connecticut's outdoor ice skating rinks.Key TakeawaysThere are outdoor ice skating rinks available in various cities across Connecticut, including Stamford, Westport, Darien, Redding, Fairfield, New Haven, and Hartford.Each rink has its own unique features and offerings, such as the Steven & Alexandra Cohen Ice Skating Center in Stamford, which spans over 9,000 feet of ice and is open most days through February.Some rinks have specific opening dates, such as the Westport PAL Rink in Westport, which is scheduled to open on November 25, 2022, weather permitting.Certain rinks, like Gorhams Pond in Darien, offer picturesque winter scenes and invite families for ice skating. Skating seasons may start earlier in locations with colder weather.Stamford Ice Skating CenterLocated in Stamford, the Steven & Alexandra Cohen Ice Skating Center offers an expansive 9,000 feet of ice for an exhilarating outdoor skating experience. Our center is the perfect place for ice skating enthusiasts of all ages and skill levels. Whether you're a beginner looking to learn the basics or an experienced skater looking to improve your skills, we've a variety of ice skating lessons and programs to suit your needs. Our highly trained instructors are dedicated to providing a safe and supportive environment for learning and growth.At the Stamford Ice Skating Center, we also offer a range of special events and activities to enhance your skating experience. From themed skate nights to holiday celebrations, there's always something exciting happening on the ice. Bring your friends and family for a fun-filled day of skating and enjoy our festive atmosphere.In addition to our regular ice skating sessions, we host a variety of special events throughout the season. Whether it's a figure skating competition, a hockey tournament, or a charity fundraiser, there's always something happening at the Stamford Ice Skating Center. Join us for thrilling performances and support the local skating community.Westport PAL RinkAfter enjoying the exciting skating experience at the Steven & Alexandra Cohen Ice Skating Center in Stamford, it's time to venture to the Westport PAL Rink for more open-air skating near the picturesque Long Island Sound. Westport PAL Rink offers a variety of activities and events for skaters of all ages and skill levels.One of the highlights of the Westport PAL Rink is its skating schedule and events. The rink is open for public skating sessions throughout the week, providing ample opportunity for families and friends to enjoy the ice together. Additionally, the rink hosts special events such as theme nights, live music, and even ice shows. These events add an extra element of excitement and entertainment to the skating experience, making each visit to the rink a memorable one.For beginners or those looking to improve their skating skills, Westport PAL Rink also offers skating lessons. These lessons are taught by experienced instructors who are dedicated to helping skaters develop their abilities and confidence on the ice. Whether you're a complete novice or just looking to refine your technique, the skating lessons at Westport PAL Rink are designed to cater to your individual needs and goals.With its beautiful location near the Long Island Sound, the Westport PAL Rink provides a unique and invigorating outdoor skating experience. Skaters can enjoy the crisp winter air and scenic views as they glide across the ice. The rink's open-air setting adds a sense of freedom and liberation to the skating experience, allowing skaters to fully embrace the joy of gliding on the ice.Gorhams Pond in DarienGorhams Pond in Darien offers a picturesque winter scene for families and individuals to enjoy the exhilarating activity of ice skating. Here are three reasons why Gorhams Pond in Darien is the perfect destination for family-friendly ice skating activities and winter scenery:Timing of the Ice Skating Season: Gorhams Pond in Darien starts its ice skating season earlier than other rinks due to the colder weather in the area. This means that you can hit the ice sooner and make the most of the winter season. Imagine gliding across the frozen pond, surrounded by the beauty of nature, with the crisp winter air filling your lungs. It's a truly liberating experience.Family-Friendly Activities: Gorhams Pond in Darien isn't just about ice skating. It offers a range of family-friendly activities to keep everyone entertained. From ice hockey games to figure skating lessons, there's something for everyone. You can spend quality time with your loved ones, creating memories that will last a lifetime. And with the stunning winter scenery as your backdrop, every moment spent at Gorhams Pond will feel like a winter wonderland.Winter Scenery: One of the highlights of Gorhams Pond in Darien is its picturesque winter scenes. The pond is surrounded by tall trees, their branches covered in a blanket of snow. The glistening ice reflects the sunlight, creating a magical atmosphere. Whether you're a seasoned skater or a beginner, you'll be captivated by the serene beauty of the surroundings. It's a place where you can escape the hustle and bustle of daily life and immerse yourself in the freedom of the winter season.Redding Community CenterTucked away in a quiet corner of Redding, the Redding Community Center offers a convenient and inviting location for ice skating enthusiasts of all ages. This hidden gem provides a safe and enjoyable experience for families looking to have some winter fun on the ice.The Redding Community Center boasts a flexible skating schedule that caters to various preferences and schedules. From dawn to dusk, the ice rink is open every day, allowing visitors to choose a time that works best for them.One of the standout features of the Redding Community Center is its designated evening skate times. These evening sessions create a magical atmosphere, with twinkling lights illuminating the ice and creating a cozy ambiance. Skating under the night sky adds an extra touch of enchantment to the experience.In addition to its convenient schedule, the Redding Community Center offers a range of amenities to enhance the skating experience. Visitors can take advantage of the on-site skate rentals, ensuring that everyone has access to the necessary equipment. The center also provides a warming hut where skaters can take a break and warm up before heading back onto the ice.The Redding Community Center isn't just a place for skating; it's a hub of family-friendly activities. Alongside the ice rink, there are often other winter activities available, such as sledding or snowball fights. Families can make a whole day out of their visit, enjoying the various winter activities and creating cherished memories.Whether you're a seasoned skater or just starting out, the Redding Community Center is the perfect place to lace up your skates and enjoy some quality time on the ice. Its convenient schedule, amenities, and family-friendly atmosphere make it a must-visit destination for winter fun. So gather your loved ones, embrace the freedom of the ice, and make unforgettable memories at the Redding Community Center.Gould Manor Park in FairfieldNestled within the picturesque town of Fairfield, Gould Manor Park offers a delightful outdoor ice skating experience for families and skating enthusiasts alike. As you step onto the glistening ice, you can't help but feel a sense of freedom and excitement.Here are three things to know about Gould Manor Park in Fairfield:Best times to visit for a less crowded experience: If you prefer a quieter skating session, it's best to visit Gould Manor Park in the early morning or on weekdays. The park tends to be less crowded during these times, allowing you to glide across the ice with ease and enjoy the peaceful surroundings. Embrace the freedom of having the rink to yourself or with just a few fellow skaters.Tips for beginners to enjoy ice skating at the park: If you're new to ice skating, Gould Manor Park is the perfect place to learn and improve your skills. Remember to dress warmly and wear comfortable, supportive shoes. It's also a good idea to bring a helmet for added safety. Take your time and start by practicing your balance and basic strides along the edges of the rink. Don't be afraid to ask for help or take a lesson if you're feeling unsure. With a little practice and determination, you'll soon be gliding confidently across the ice.Embrace the freedom of the open space: Gould Manor Park offers a spacious outdoor rink that allows you to fully embrace the freedom and joy of ice skating. Take in the crisp winter air as you skate under the clear blue sky. Feel the wind on your face as you glide effortlessly across the ice. Whether you're twirling, spinning, or simply taking leisurely laps around the rink, Gould Manor Park provides the perfect backdrop for an unforgettable ice skating experience.Owen Fish Park in FairfieldHave you ever wondered where to find a charming outdoor ice skating rink in Fairfield, Connecticut? Look no further than Owen Fish Park, a hidden gem nestled within the town. This picturesque park offers a tree-lined pond that is perfect for ice skating activities and immersing yourself in the beautiful winter scenery.At Owen Fish Park, you can lace up your skates and glide across the smooth ice, surrounded by towering trees and a peaceful atmosphere. The park provides a serene setting for families and friends to enjoy the timeless activity of ice skating. Whether you're a beginner or an experienced skater, Owen Fish Park offers a welcoming space for everyone to embrace the joy of gliding on ice.To give you a better idea of what to expect at Owen Fish Park, here's a table that highlights some key features:Owen Fish Park in FairfieldLocationFairfield, ConnecticutSkating ActivitiesIce Skating, Ice Hockey, Skating PracticeWinter SceneryTree-lined Pond, Serene AtmosphereAmenitiesBenches, Restrooms, ParkingOpening HoursDawn to DuskAs you can see, Owen Fish Park provides more than just a place to skate. It offers a tranquil escape from the hustle and bustle of everyday life, allowing you to reconnect with nature and enjoy the simple pleasures of winter. So grab your skates, bundle up in warm attire, and head over to Owen Fish Park for a memorable ice skating experience.Remember to always check the park's opening hours and any safety guidelines before your visit. Enjoy the freedom of gliding on ice and creating lasting memories in the enchanting winter wonderland of Owen Fish Park.Osbornedale State Park in DerbyLooking for a stunning outdoor ice skating destination in Derby, Connecticut? Look no further than Osbornedale State Park, where you can experience the thrill of gliding across the ice in a picturesque setting.Here are three reasons why Osbornedale State Park is the perfect place for your next ice skating adventure:Safety First: When enjoying outdoor ice skating, it's important to prioritize safety. Remember to wear proper attire, including warm clothing, gloves, and a helmet. Check the ice thickness before stepping onto it, and always skate in designated areas to avoid any potential hazards. By following these outdoor ice skating safety tips, you can ensure a fun and worry-free experience at Osbornedale State Park.Best Times to Visit: To make the most of your visit to Osbornedale State Park, it's helpful to know the best times to go. The park is open from sunrise to sunset, but for optimal ice skating conditions, it's recommended to go during colder months when the ice is more likely to be frozen solid. Additionally, weekdays tend to be less crowded, providing more freedom and space to enjoy the ice.An Enchanting Winter Wonderland: Osbornedale State Park offers a magical winter backdrop for your ice skating escapades. The park's designated ice skating area is surrounded by beautiful natural scenery, including towering trees and snow-covered landscapes. As you glide across the ice, you'll feel a sense of freedom and exhilaration, surrounded by the beauty of nature.Wrights Pond in OrangeWrights Pond in Orange offers a delightful winter experience, with its serene setting and abundant wildlife. As you glide across the ice, you'll be surrounded by the beauty of nature, with snow-covered trees and the sounds of birds chirping in the distance. This hidden gem is the perfect place to escape the hustle and bustle of daily life and immerse yourself in the tranquility of winter.One of the highlights of Wrights Pond is the opportunity to observe winter wildlife in their natural habitat. As you skate, keep an eye out for graceful swans gliding across the frozen surface and playful squirrels darting through the snow. The pond is teeming with life, providing a unique and enchanting experience for visitors of all ages.To ensure your safety, the city Parks and Recreation Department closely monitors the ice conditions at Wrights Pond. They regularly check the thickness of the ice and provide updates to the public. It's important to always follow their guidance and heed any warnings or restrictions they may have in place. By doing so, you can enjoy a worry-free skating experience and focus on the joy of being outdoors.To further emphasize the importance of ice safety, here's a table highlighting some key tips:Ice Safety TipsCheck ice thicknessAvoid skating aloneWear appropriate gearStay away from cracksObserve posted warningsTrust your instinctsThe Bushnell in HartfordNestled in the heart of Hartford, The Bushnell provides a winter wonderland for ice skating enthusiasts of all ages. The Bushnell, known for its stunning architecture and rich history, transforms into a magical ice skating rink during the winter months.Here are three reasons why The Bushnell is a must-visit destination for winter fun:Winterfest activities: The Bushnell hosts a variety of Winterfest activities that are sure to delight visitors. From ice sculpting demonstrations to live music performances, there's always something exciting happening at The Bushnell. Families can enjoy the festive atmosphere while gliding across the ice and creating lasting memories.Free skating lessons: For those who are new to ice skating or want to improve their skills, The Bushnell offers free skating lessons. Experienced instructors are available to teach beginners the basics of skating or help more advanced skaters refine their techniques. Whether you're a novice or an expert, The Bushnell has something to offer everyone.The perfect setting: The Bushnell's picturesque location, surrounded by the beauty of downtown Hartford, provides a stunning backdrop for a day of ice skating. Skaters can enjoy panoramic views of the city skyline as they glide across the ice. The Bushnell's outdoor rink is the perfect place to embrace the freedom of winter and experience the joy of skating.Simsbury Farms in SimsburyAfter experiencing the enchanting winter wonderland at The Bushnell, it's time to explore another captivating outdoor ice skating destination in Connecticut - Simsbury Farms in Simsbury.Simsbury Farms is a hidden gem nestled in the charming town of Simsbury, offering a range of exciting winter activities for the whole family to enjoy.One of the highlights of Simsbury Farms is its covered ice skating rink, which provides a sheltered and cozy environment for skaters of all ages and skill levels. Whether you're a seasoned pro or just starting out, the rink at Simsbury Farms has something for everyone. And if you're new to ice skating, don't worry - they offer skating lessons taught by experienced instructors who'll guide you every step of the way.Aside from ice skating, Simsbury Farms also offers other winter activities to keep the whole family entertained. You can take a leisurely stroll on the nearby walking trails, surrounded by picturesque winter scenery. Or, if you're feeling adventurous, you can try your hand at cross-country skiing on the groomed trails. And for those who prefer a more relaxed pace, there are designated areas for sledding and snowshoeing.Winter at Simsbury Farms is truly a magical experience. The crisp air, the sound of blades gliding on ice, and the laughter of families enjoying the outdoors create an atmosphere of freedom and joy. So, gather your loved ones and head over to Simsbury Farms for a day of winter fun. Whether you're a seasoned skater or just starting out, Simsbury Farms has something for everyone.Winding Trails in FarmingtonWinding Trails in Farmington offers a charming and picturesque outdoor ice skating experience for visitors of all ages. As you glide across the smooth ice, surrounded by snow-covered landscapes, you'll feel a sense of freedom and joy.Here are three reasons why Winding Trails is a must-visit destination for winter activities:Tranquil Setting: Winding Trails is nestled in the heart of Farmington, surrounded by snow-encrusted pines and breathtaking natural beauty. The peaceful atmosphere creates the perfect backdrop for a serene ice skating experience. As you skate hand-in-hand with loved ones or gracefully twirl on your own, you'll feel a sense of tranquility and escape from the hustle and bustle of everyday life.Family-Friendly Environment: Winding Trails welcomes visitors of all ages, making it an ideal destination for a fun-filled family outing. Whether you're a seasoned skater or a beginner, there's something for everyone to enjoy. Parents can watch their little ones take their first wobbly steps on the ice, while older siblings can challenge each other to friendly races. The laughter and smiles of families enjoying the winter wonderland will warm your heart.Old-Fashioned Charm: Winding Trails offers an authentic and nostalgic ice skating experience. The rink is reminiscent of a bygone era, where outdoor skating was a cherished winter pastime. As you glide across the ice, the crisp winter air filling your lungs, you'll feel connected to a simpler time. The sound of skates gliding and laughter echoing off the surrounding trees creates a magical ambiance that will transport you to a world of pure joy and freedom.Make sure to carve out some time this winter to visit Winding Trails in Farmington. With its tranquil setting, family-friendly environment, and old-fashioned charm, it's the perfect place to create lasting memories and embrace the beauty of the winter season.Eastbury Pond in GlastonburyWith its expansive frozen surface and thrilling skating adventure, Eastbury Pond in Glastonbury is a winter wonderland for ice skating enthusiasts of all ages. As you glide across the glistening ice, you can feel a sense of freedom and exhilaration, surrounded by the beauty of nature.To give you a glimpse of what awaits you at Eastbury Pond, let me paint a picture with words. Imagine stepping onto the ice, your blades cutting through the smooth surface with ease. The crisp winter air fills your lungs as you pick up speed, the wind rushing past your face. The pond stretches out before you, inviting you to explore its frozen expanse. And as you twirl and spin, you can't help but feel a sense of joy and liberation.But while Eastbury Pond offers thrilling winter adventures, it's important to prioritize ice safety precautions. Before heading out onto the ice, make sure to check its thickness. A minimum of four inches is generally considered safe for skating. It's also essential to wear appropriate gear, including a helmet, knee pads, and warm clothing. And remember, never skate alone. Bring a friend or family member along for added safety and enjoyment.Now, let's take a look at a table that showcases the key features of Eastbury Pond:FeatureDescriptionExpansive SurfaceThe pond offers a large area for skating, allowing for freedom of movement.Natural BeautySurrounded by picturesque landscapes, Eastbury Pond provides a visually stunning backdrop.Family-FriendlyThe pond is suitable for ice skaters of all ages and welcomes families for a fun-filled experience.With its thrilling skating adventure and emphasis on safety, Eastbury Pond in Glastonbury is the perfect destination for a winter escapade. So grab your skates, bundle up, and get ready to embark on a memorable ice skating journey.Frequently Asked QuestionsAre There Any Age Restrictions for Ice Skating at the Stamford Ice Skating Center?There are no age restrictions for ice skating at the Stamford Ice Skating Center. It's a great place for the whole family to enjoy some winter fun on the ice.The center follows strict ice skating rules and safety measures to ensure a safe and enjoyable experience for everyone.As for the best time to visit the outdoor ice skating rinks in Connecticut, it's typically during the colder months when the ice is at its best.Is There a Fee for Ice Skating at the Westport PAL Rink?Yes, there's a fee for ice skating at the Westport PAL rink. The rink offers open skate time near Long Island Sound and is mostly dedicated to recreational skating.As for the age restrictions at the Stamford Ice Skating Center, there are no specific restrictions mentioned.Visitors are allowed to bring their own ice skates to Gorhams Pond in Darien, and skate rental services are available at the Redding Community Center.It's worth noting that there's no information about a limit on the number of people allowed on the ice at Gould Manor Park in Fairfield.Can Visitors Bring Their Own Ice Skates to Gorhams Pond in Darien?Yes, visitors are allowed to bring their own ice skates to Gorhams Pond in Darien. It's a picturesque winter destination that invites families for a delightful ice skating experience.However, it's important to remember to take safety precautions while enjoying the ice. At the Steven & Alexandra Cohen Ice Skating Center in Stamford, safety measures are in place to ensure a secure skating environment.Are There Any Skate Rental Services Available at the Redding Community Center?Yes, there are skate rental services available at the Redding Community Center. They understand the importance of providing convenience to visitors and offer skate rentals for those who don't have their own skates.Additionally, many other outdoor ice skating rinks across Connecticut also offer skate rentals. It's a great option for families who want to enjoy the winter fun without the hassle of bringing their own equipment.Is There a Limit on the Number of People Allowed on the Ice at Gould Manor Park in Fairfield?There is no limit on the number of people allowed on the ice at Gould Manor Park in Fairfield. It's a charming spot with a Currier & Ives scene of children skating.As for the Stamford Ice Skating Center, there are no age restrictions for ice skating. It spans over 9,000 feet of ice and is open most days through February.Both locations offer a wonderful opportunity for families to enjoy outdoor ice skating in Connecticut.ConclusionSo lace up your skates and let the ice be your canvas as you glide across the frozen landscapes of Connecticut.Whether you choose the Steven & Alexandra Cohen Ice Skating Center in Stamford or the Westport PAL Rink near Long Island Sound, there's no shortage of outdoor ice skating rinks for winter family fun.So grab your loved ones and embark on a winter adventure that will leave you with memories as sparkling as the ice itself. submitted by Sweet-Count2557 to worldkidstravel [link] [comments] |
2024.05.19 12:20 Hot-Aside-96 Help with PIO!
I have been diligently reading on PIO shots. Most of the posts here refer to heating the medicine in the vial or in the syringe.
It may sound silly but i live in the tropics in Asia. Do I still need to do it? I gave up on icing the site. It burned more. I later learnt that icing after injection was not going to help from this group. I try to massage it as much as possible. Left side is better but right has so many knots.
At the moment I don’t own a microwave nor an electric heating pad. All the electric ones which was listed on amazon in my country had reviews of the bag bursting open or not working. Perfectly fine with it not working after a while but bursting open and spilling water was scary.
A nurse does my shots. I am too scared to do it myself.
Any help to survive another 5 days for now?
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It may sound silly but i live in the tropics in Asia. Do I still need to do it? I gave up on icing the site. It burned more. I later learnt that icing after injection was not going to help from this group. I try to massage it as much as possible. Left side is better but right has so many knots.
At the moment I don’t own a microwave nor an electric heating pad. All the electric ones which was listed on amazon in my country had reviews of the bag bursting open or not working. Perfectly fine with it not working after a while but bursting open and spilling water was scary.
A nurse does my shots. I am too scared to do it myself.
Any help to survive another 5 days for now?
2024.05.19 11:47 CyclopsApex FT; Legit Shiny [Legendaries, Events, ShAlphas & Starters / including Non-Shiny Legend/Mythical] refer spreadsheet
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1514EMF8p_c7ik3In6w1zV9nkfOy6IFo4Gb7t6X0kvJM/edit
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- LF; Personality/Sized Marked Aprishinys
- LF (BULK); Ability Patches, PPMax, Fresh-Start Mochi, TMs
2024.05.19 11:36 InfernoMeteor I'm so happy, I finally defeated the Rival at 195 and her f'in MegaQuaza
I was unable to do this with 3 of my previous team. But my current team finally beat her.
My members were Dragon Dancing Gyarados with Ice Fang Swords Dancing Blaziken with Flame Charge Duraludon with Electro Shot An Agility Vikavolt Salt Cure Recover Garganacl Boomburst Roost Noivern
Honorary members who helped in the start of the game... Razor Shell Kingler Victory Dance Victreebell
Now I'm hoping to survive this level 200 stupid eternatus.
Not sure how to beat it...it's too much really
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My members were Dragon Dancing Gyarados with Ice Fang Swords Dancing Blaziken with Flame Charge Duraludon with Electro Shot An Agility Vikavolt Salt Cure Recover Garganacl Boomburst Roost Noivern
Honorary members who helped in the start of the game... Razor Shell Kingler Victory Dance Victreebell
Now I'm hoping to survive this level 200 stupid eternatus.
Not sure how to beat it...it's too much really
2024.05.19 10:34 _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.
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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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2024.05.19 10:19 proximodorkus Why does it feel like nothing is helping but also the remedies are making it worse?
Going on about 5 months of this and I’m at a loss.
Saw a podiatrist a couple months ago who said because of where the pain is (spread out to the sides and less on top of the heal) that a shot won’t help.
I’ve tried every stretch I can look up.
I make sure my calves aren’t tight.
I stretch several times a day and ice before bed.
I use a roller ball to massage the area
I’ve put in orthotics recommended by the podiatrist for all my shoes.
I have Oofos sandals for around the house and new Brooks Adrenaline 23 for when I’m getting some exercise which has been zero impact.
I take advil when it gets really rough.
I would love to just put it up and rest it for days but I have a 6 months old.
I feel like all of the remedies make it more painful than just being my dumb flat footed self but that wasn’t working either.
Any advice?
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Saw a podiatrist a couple months ago who said because of where the pain is (spread out to the sides and less on top of the heal) that a shot won’t help.
I’ve tried every stretch I can look up.
I make sure my calves aren’t tight.
I stretch several times a day and ice before bed.
I use a roller ball to massage the area
I’ve put in orthotics recommended by the podiatrist for all my shoes.
I have Oofos sandals for around the house and new Brooks Adrenaline 23 for when I’m getting some exercise which has been zero impact.
I take advil when it gets really rough.
I would love to just put it up and rest it for days but I have a 6 months old.
I feel like all of the remedies make it more painful than just being my dumb flat footed self but that wasn’t working either.
Any advice?
2024.05.19 09:08 Diamondangel82 So about Lilith...
Ok so I've played sorc every season and I've played a variety of builds with this class. Every season (except one), I usually throw on a blizzard build and run through all the ubers, NM100, and lilith. Well, I did the first two (ubers, NM100), but holy hell, did I miss where they buffed Lilith's Health?
Granted my Blizzard build isn't optimized, but I felt like I was doing no damage to her even though my ice spikes were ticking for 300k-1.2m.
I kept checking her level to make sure she wasn't tormented or some shit. I guess she no longer one shot and that's fine, but man she has so much health, I run out of potions before I can even get her out of phase one. I noticed that bash barbs are bashing for 20-30m hits, and it still took them awhile to down her.
Guess I got a long way to go before I can make the Lilith fight reasonable.
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Granted my Blizzard build isn't optimized, but I felt like I was doing no damage to her even though my ice spikes were ticking for 300k-1.2m.
I kept checking her level to make sure she wasn't tormented or some shit. I guess she no longer one shot and that's fine, but man she has so much health, I run out of potions before I can even get her out of phase one. I noticed that bash barbs are bashing for 20-30m hits, and it still took them awhile to down her.
Guess I got a long way to go before I can make the Lilith fight reasonable.
2024.05.19 08:15 kiyyang Anxiety, Addiction, and Dopamine Issues
A while ago, I posted about dealing with addiction as a founder: link to previous post.
Thanks to the incredibly supportive comments and suggestions, I implemented a few of the recommended strategies. This helped me better understand the root causes of my addictive behaviors and make some progress toward addressing them.
To give more context on my previous issues, I'm a bootstrap startup founder in my second year after quitting my job. While my service generates some revenue, I've been struggling with addictions to porn, masturbation, gaming, and drinking. (+ high calories/sugar food). These issues have significantly harmed my business. Fundamentally, my core problem is anxiety about my business. My attempts to temporarily alleviate this anxiety turned into habits, which further worsened my business and increased my anxiety, creating a vicious cycle. Reflecting on this, I realized I was avoiding even the smallest business issues. (+ slower pace)
Fortunately, I've made some progress:
Also, Especially when I'm struggling in the short term, having a 5-shot iced Americano or a Monster Energy drink seems to provide a temporary fix. While not a long-term solution, this temporarily creates a state of hyper-alertness, which helps alleviate anxiety in the short term.
There are still goals I haven't achieved yet:
In addition to tackling addiction, many comments from my previous post were insightful. For example, "You can observe business opportunities in dopamine too. Sometimes when you realize things about yourself, you realize things about your customers."
Reflecting on this advice, I see potential in turning my issues into strengths and leveraging my current situation to my advantage.
submitted by kiyyang to startups [link] [comments]
Thanks to the incredibly supportive comments and suggestions, I implemented a few of the recommended strategies. This helped me better understand the root causes of my addictive behaviors and make some progress toward addressing them.
To give more context on my previous issues, I'm a bootstrap startup founder in my second year after quitting my job. While my service generates some revenue, I've been struggling with addictions to porn, masturbation, gaming, and drinking. (+ high calories/sugar food). These issues have significantly harmed my business. Fundamentally, my core problem is anxiety about my business. My attempts to temporarily alleviate this anxiety turned into habits, which further worsened my business and increased my anxiety, creating a vicious cycle. Reflecting on this, I realized I was avoiding even the smallest business issues. (+ slower pace)
Fortunately, I've made some progress:
- Quitting Alcohol: This was the most crucial step. Alcohol intensified all other addictive behaviors. On days I drank, I craved porn, gaming, and other distractions even more. (Additionally, the more challenging my business becomes, the less control I have over my alcohol consumption. I find myself getting drunk more frequently.)
- Meditation/Running: I run 10 km once a week. The post-run alertness lasts for about two days. Meditation helps me maintain some level of calm in my daily life.
- Low-Carb, High-Fat Diet: This might vary from person to person, but I found that blood sugar levels from carb intake significantly affected my concentration. In a state of ketosis, my daily anxiety seems to be cut in half.
Also, Especially when I'm struggling in the short term, having a 5-shot iced Americano or a Monster Energy drink seems to provide a temporary fix. While not a long-term solution, this temporarily creates a state of hyper-alertness, which helps alleviate anxiety in the short term.
There are still goals I haven't achieved yet:
- Reducing porn consumption
- Reducing gaming
- Seeking counseling from a therapist
In addition to tackling addiction, many comments from my previous post were insightful. For example, "You can observe business opportunities in dopamine too. Sometimes when you realize things about yourself, you realize things about your customers."
Reflecting on this advice, I see potential in turning my issues into strengths and leveraging my current situation to my advantage.
2024.05.19 08:06 Mantis_Shrimp47 The monster in the sand dunes turned my brother into a bird
"You gotta know that there's an art to it, Ezra," Hitch said, cutting another piece of duct tape.
The sleeves of his weather-beaten coat were shoved all the way up his arms, to stop the fabric from falling over his knuckles while he was working, and goosebumps lined his skin. He was strapping a rubber chicken to the back of his truck, over the lens of the shattered backup camera, with the legs pointing down so that they hung a couple inches above the ground. There were dents in the hood from the crash last week, and scratches along the door from scraping into a curb. The chicken, hopefully, would keep him from breaking anything else.
"You can't go cheap," Hitch said. "The cheap rubber chickens only make noise when pressure lets go. That's no good. As soon as I back up into something, I want this chicken to be screaming like it’s in the depths of hell."
“Sure thing,” I said in a monotone, leaning against the side of the truck.
There were scrambled electronic parts piled in the back of the truck, the innards of a radio, a broken computer, tangled wires, a couple loose pairs of earbuds. He found the parts in alleyways or bummed them off his friends for a couple bucks or stole them from the vacation homes that were left empty for most of the year. Then he sold them for a profit at the scrapyard. Hitch had bounced between minimum-wage jobs for a while after high school, spending a couple months as a bagger at the grocery store or as a seasonal worker at the farm two hours down the highway. He'd never stuck with it. At the very least, the scrapyard got him enough money to eat and occasionally spend a night in a motel when he got tired of sleeping in his car.
Hitch pressed the last piece of tape in place and grinned up at me. "I've got something for you, duck."
The nickname came from when I’d broken my leg as a child and waddled around in a cast until it was healed. I hated it with a burning passion, and I glared at Hitch with the ease of twenty-one years of practice. He had a duck tattoo at the base of his thumb that he’d gotten in a back-alley shop as a teenager. He said that he’d gotten it to remind him of me, and the fact that I hated the nickname was just a bonus. It was shaky-lined, with an uneven face, but he loved it anyway.
The handle stuck when Hitch tried to open the door, a consequence of the rust collecting in the crevices of the car and running down the sides like blood from a cut. The car groaned when the door finally popped open, a metal against metal screech that had me flinching away. Hitch dug through the cluttered fast food containers in the passenger-side footwell, eventually coming up with a crinkly paper bag. He waved away the flies buzzing around the opening of the bag and held it out to me.
The last time Hitch had brought me food, I’d gotten food poisoning because he’d left it out in the midday sun for two days. The donut was squished slightly, and the icing was stuck to the bag. I still ate it, grimacing at the harsh citrus flavor. Taking Hitch’s food was an instinct engraved from the days when Dad had given us a can of kidney beans for dinner and Hitch had drank the juice, leaving the beans for me.
I rarely went hungry anymore, three mostly square meals a day and granola in my pockets just in case, but habits didn’t die easy.
These days, Hitch only brought me food when he wanted my help, like when he saw a place he wanted to hit but was worried about doing it alone.
I got in the car, like I always did.
We drove past the cluster of seafood-themed restaurants with chipped paint decks, the beachfront park where there were always shifty-eyed men sitting under the slide, the single room library where all the books had been water damaged in the flood last year. The change was quick as we drove across Main Street, heading closer to the beach. The roads were freshly paved, the concrete a smooth black except where the sun had already started to pick away at it. The three-story homes lining the sides of the street were crouched on elegant stilts, with space underneath for a car or three. Most of the garages were empty, with the lights off and curtains drawn in the house. Come summer, the streets would be swarming with tourists and vacationers, but until then, most of the buildings nearest to the beach were unoccupied.
Hitch stopped as the sun started to go down at a house that was leaning precariously out towards the beach, tilted ever so slightly, the edge of its foundation buried in the shifting sand of the beach. It certainly looked deserted, with an overgrown yard and blue paint peeling off the door in sheets.
Hitch took his hammer out of the backseat, hoisting it over his shoulder. It was two feet of solid metal with rags wrapped around the head to muffle the sound of the hits. Hitch squared up, bending his knees and holding the hammer like a baseball bat. Before he could swing, though, the door creaked open on its own, the hinges squeaking. The house beyond was dark enough that I could only make out general shapes, glimpsing the curve of a sofa to the left, what was maybe the shimmer of a chandelier on the other side.
Hitch lowered his hammer, looking vaguely disappointed that he didn’t get to use it. “That’s…weird as hell.”
“Maybe the deadbolt broke, maybe they forgot to lock it, it doesn’t matter,” I hissed, checking our surroundings for other people again. “Just hurry up and get inside before someone calls the cops.”
Hitch flicked the lightswitch on the wall, and the lights flickered on. They were dim, buzzing audibly and blinking off occasionally. The walls were plastered with contrasting swatches of wallpaper and splattered with random colors. There was neon orange behind the dining table, a galaxy swirl in the kitchen, and on the ceiling there was a repeating floral pattern covered in nametag stickers. Each of the stickers was filled out with The Erlking. Chandeliers hung in every room, three or four for each, and rubber ducks sat on every table. A miniature carousel sat in the corner along with a towering model rocket.
Sand was heaped on every surface, at least a couple inches everywhere. It was piled in the corners and stuck to the walls, and it covered the floor in a thick blanket. Our hesitant steps into the house left footprints clearly outlined in the sand.
Hitch took a cursory look around and headed immediately for the TV mounted on the wall. “Look out the windows and tell me if anyone is coming.”
I shook the sand out of the blinds and pulled them open, then had to brush sand off of the window before I could see anything.
Hitch was quick, practiced at finding and appropriating the things that were worth taking. He came back to me with an armful of electronics and chandeliers, dumping it at my feet before turning to head deeper into the house again.
There was a thump, somewhere upstairs, and then footsteps, slow and deliberate. Hitch froze at the threshold of the room, then ran for the door with me just ahead of him, sand flying out from under our feet.
My hand was almost brushing the doorknob, close enough that I could see the light from the streetlamp outside streaming in through the cracks in the door. My fingers touched the wood and it gave under my touch, becoming malleable and warm. I yelped, stumbling backwards, and the door started to melt. The paint ran down in thick drops, pooling at the bottom of the door, and the wood warped like metal being welded. The soft edges of the door ran into the walls until there was no sign of an exit ever being there.
“Well, well, well,” said a cultured voice with just an edge of snooty elitism. “What do we have here?”
The man was well over eight feet tall, with long black hair covering his eyes. He was wearing a yellow raincoat with holes cut out of the hood to accommodate the deer antlers jutting upwards from his head. There was sand settled on his shoulders and hovering around his head like a halo.
“Who the fuck are you?” Hitch said, inching towards a window.
He smiled, just a little bit, and his teeth shone in the dim light. “I am the Erlking.”
Hitch nodded, and seemed about to respond. I grabbed him by the hand and pulled him towards the window. I could feel sand in the wind roaring against my back as the Erlking growled in anger, the grains scraping harshly against my cheeks.
We were almost to the window when Hitch was ripped away from me, and I came to a startled halt. The sand had formed long grasping arms that pressed Hitch against the floral wallpaper. His wrists were held tight, and as I watched, a sandy hand wrapped around his mouth and forced its way between his teeth. He gagged, and sand trickled out of the corners of his mouth.
The Erlking strolled towards him, not seeming to be in any sort of rush. “You know, I’m not very fond of your yapping.”
He made an idle gesture and the sand wrapped around my ankles, tethering me in place.
“I yap all the time,” Hitch said. “Three-time olympic yapper, that’s me. Best to just let me go now and save yourself some trouble.”
The Erlking tapped a manicured nail against Hitch’s mouth, hard enough to hurt, judging by the way he flinched away. “But why would I ever let you go when I’ve gone to this much trouble to catch you and your sister? It’s so hard, these days, to find people that no one will miss.”
Hitch struggled against the sand, trying to escape and failing. “What do you want with us, then? You just said it, we’re nobody.”
“I’m fae, dear one,” the Erlking said. “I get my power from my followers. And I think that you two will make lovely additions to my flock.”
He flicked Hitch's nose and Hitch gasped. Feathers started to form on his arms, popping out from under his skin in a spray of blood.
Hitch pushed off the wall, using his bound hands as a fulcrum, and his knees crashed into the Erlking’s stomach. The Erlking fell backwards, wheezing, and the sand around my ankles loosened.
Hitch made desperate eye contact with me as feathers shot up his neck and jerked his head towards the window. The message was obvious. Run.
The last thing I saw before crashing out the window and into freedom was Hitch’s body twisting, his arms wrenching into wings and feathers covering every inch of his skin. By the time I landed on the concrete outside, he was a small black bird, held tightly in the Erlking’s hands. The whole building was sinking into the ground, burnished-gold sand piling up over top and streaming from the windows.
Thirty years later, I saw Sam’s Supernatural Consultation and Neutralization written in neat, looping handwriting on a piece of paper taped to the door. The tape was peeling at the corners and the paper was yellowed with age, but there was obviously care put into the sign, in its perfectly centered text and looping floral designs drawn over the edges in gold marker.
I knocked, hesitantly, drawing my woolen coat closer around my shoulders. I’d bought it as a fiftieth birthday gift for myself, and I took comfort in the heavy weight of it over my shoulders.
“Coming!” someone called from within the depths of the office.
There were a couple crashes, and the sound of paper shuffling. Eventually, the door was opened by a young woman with ketchup stains on her shirt and pencils stuck through her hair.
“Hi, I’m Sam, I specialize in supernatural consultation and hunting, how may I help you today?” Sam said, customer-service pep in her voice. She stood in the doorway, solidly blocking entry into the office.
“My name is Ezra, I’m for a consultation. I emailed you but you didn’t respond?” I shifted in place, suddenly feeling awkward.
“Oh! Yeah, I lost the password for the email ages ago. Sorry for the bad welcome, I get lots of people thinking I’m crazy or pulling a prank and harassing me.”
She ushered me into the office, clearing papers off one of the chairs to make room for me to sit down. There was a collection of swords along one wall, all of them polished to perfection, several with deep knicks in the metal which indicated that they’d been used heavily.
“So what can I help you with?” Sam asked again, more sincere this time.
“Thirty years ago, my brother was turned into a bird,” I started. I’d told this story so many times that it barely felt ridiculous to say anymore. I was used to the disbelieving looks, the careful pity. But Sam just nodded along, face open and welcoming.
“I’ve almost given up on finding him, at this point,” I said. “But I saw your ad in the newspaper, and…here I am, I suppose.”
“Here you are,” Sam echoed, smiling. She pulled one of the pencils out of her hair and took a bit of paperwork off of one of her stacks, turning it over so that the blank side sat neatly in front of her. “Tell me everything.”
I told Sam everything, and she wrote it all down, pencil scratching along the paper.
The last part of the story was always the hardest to tell. “I left him there. I ran and I didn’t look back.”
I had been to dozens of detectives and investigators over the years, once the police had dropped Hitch’s case. I’d been to professional offices with smartly-dressed secretaries and met scraggly men in coffee shops. All of them had given me the same look, pity and annoyance all mixed up into a humor-the-crazy-lady soup. Sam, though, just seemed thoughtful.
Sam leaned forward and put a hand over mine, carefully, like she thought that I would pull away. “Sometimes you have to leave people behind.”
I tightened her hold on Sam’s hand and drew it towards me, like I could make Sam listen if only I squeezed tight enough. “But that’s why I’m here. I don’t want to leave him behind.”
“Okay then. I’ll do my best to help you.” Sam agreed, finally. Then she paused, and said softly, “You know…I think I met your brother once. He might have saved my life. He’s certainly why I started in this business.”
“Really? What happened?” I asked.
This is the story that Sam told me, related to the best of my abilities:
It was a new moon, so the only illumination came from the stars gazing idly down and distant porch lights shining across the scraggly brush of the dunes. Sam’s neighbors were decent people who cared about baby turtles, so the lights were a low, unobtrusive red, and the ocean sloshed like blood. Sam walked on the beach almost every night, drawing back the gauzy pink curtains and clambering out her bedroom window. She didn’t often bother to be quiet; her mama worked the late shift and came home exhausted. As long as Sam got home before the sun, her mama would never find out that she paced the shoreline and dreamed of inhaling sand until her lungs became their own beach.
The sky was lightening. The sun would come up soon, and that meant Sam’s time on the beach was over. She needed to get back to her real life, go to her fifth grade class and stop that nonsense, as her mother would say. Her mother loved to say things like that, pushing Sam into her proper place by implication alone.
“She’s a good kid, of course, but she’s a bit…” Her mother would trail off there, usually getting a commiserating expression from whoever she was talking to. Sam always wondered how that sentence would have finished. She’s a bit strange, maybe. She’s a bit intense. She’s a bit abrasive. She’s quiet enough but when Jason tried to steal her pencil in math class, she stabbed him in the hand so hard that the lead tattooed him.
Her mother was better, for the most part. The days of her stocking up the fridge, and leaving a post-it note on the counter, and leaving for days at a time were gone. But Sam still stepped around the place on the kitchen tile where her mother had collapsed and caved her head in, even though the bloodstains had been replaced with new tile.
“Your auntie got an abortion, you know,” her mother had said from her place on the couch, slurring her words. “Pill in the mail and then bam, no more baby.”
She had clapped her hands together to illustrate her point. Her mother jerked forward and grabbed Sam by the wrist, then, staring up at her until Sam met her eyes.
“I love you, you know? But sometimes I wonder…” She settled back onto the couch. “Yeah. I wonder.”
She’d gotten up, then, back to the kitchen. She’d been stumbling, a shambling zombie of a woman. The ground in the entryway of the kitchen was raised, ever so slightly, and her mother went down hard. Her head cracked against the tile, chin first, and she didn’t move.
Sam had been the one to call the ambulance. She had stared at the scattering of loose teeth on the ground while she waited, and considered what her life would be like with a dead mom. Not so bad, she thought, and immediately felt guilty for it.
Her mom was better, now, for the most part. But Sam still stepped around the place on the kitchen floor where she had collapsed. There was still a matchbox hidden under her bed with the gleaming shine of her mother’s lost teeth, two canines and a molar. It was nice, having a piece of her mom to keep. Even if she left again, Sam would still have part of her.
Sam sighed, and turned away from the ocean. As she faced towards the low dunes further up the beach, she saw a sandcastle sitting nestled among them. It was such a strange sight that her eyes skipped over it at first, almost automatically, disregarding it because it was so out of place.
Sam found sandcastles out on the beach sometimes, usually half-collapsed and on the verge of being washed away by the waves, but she had never seen anything like the sandcastle in front of her. It was life-sized, something that wouldn’t have looked out of place in the Scottish highlands, with spires shooting up above her head and carefully etched out bricks lining each side. The front wall was dominated by an arched set of double doors, twice her height, with a portcullis nestled at the top, ready to be dropped. All of it was lovingly detailed, down to the rust on the tips of the towers and the wood grain of the door. It was made out of wet, densely-packed sand, held together impossibly. It had not been there two hours ago, when she had come to the beach.
There was a bird sitting on the overhang of the door, small and black.
As soon as she took a step towards the sandcastle, the bird shook out its feathers and swooped down towards Sam, landing at her feet with a little stumble.
“Hey, kid, get out of here,” said the bird.
Sam closed her eyes, very deliberately. When she opened them, the bird was still there. Sam considered herself a very reasonable person, so she immediately drew the most logical conclusion. The bird was, she was almost certain, a demon.
“Trust me, you don’t want to run into Mr. Salty, the queen bitch himself,” the bird said.
“Mr. Salty?” Sam inquired, polite as she knew how to be. She edged to the side, trying to get a good angle to kick the bird like a soccer ball.
The bird did something similar to a wince, all its feathers fluffing up then settling back down. “Ah, don’t call him that. He’d turn you into a toad.”
The bird gestured with its head, towards the looming sand structure. “That’s his castle. He’s in there, probably scuttling along the ceiling or some shit because that’s the sort of weirdo he is.”
Sam nodded, encouraging. She pulled back her foot and lined up her shot, the way she’d seen athletes do on TV. She aimed right for its sharp beak and let loose. The bird saw it coming, its beady eyes widening, and it cawed in distress. It flapped away, avoiding her kick only to fall backward into the sand in a scramble of wings.
“What’s your fucking problem?” it squawked. “I was trying to help you!”
“I don’t need the help of a demon,” Sam yelled, trying to remember the exorcism that her mama had taught her once, because her mama believed in being prepared for anything.
“I’m not a demon,” the bird said indignantly.
It was at about that moment that Sam gave up and just decided to roll with it.
“What are you, then?” Sam asked.
The bird shuffled its clawed feet, looking about as awkward as it could, given that it didn’t really have recognizable facial expressions. “Technically I’m a familiar of the Erlking, prince of the fae, but I prefer to be called Hitch.”
“You can’t blame me for assuming, though,” Sam said. “Ravens do tend to be associated with murder.”
“Hey, excuse you,” Hitch said. “I’m a rook, not a raven. Ravens are way bigger.”
“Sure,” Sam said, not really paying attention. Her eyes had caught on the details of the sandcastle, and she was transfixed by the slow spirals of the sand, the strange beauty of it. She found herself stepping towards the great doors, lifting a hand to knock, and as she did, the sand warped in front of her eyes, heaving itself towards her with bulging slowness. The door creaked open before her, revealing a vast, empty room. Just before she stepped inside, she felt a piercing pain in her foot, and she yelped, leaping backwards.
Hitch pecked her again, really digging his beak in. “Don’t be an idiot.”
Sam glared at him, rubbing her foot. About to retort, she finally really took in the room inside the sandcastle, and her words died in her throat.
There was a body just past the threshold of the door, face down and limbs hanging limp at its sides. Long hair splayed out in a halo around its head.
“Don’t,” Hitch warned, suddenly serious. “Just leave, kid, I mean it. I’ve seen too many people go down this road and you don’t want to be one of them.”
Sam ignored him. She made her way across the beach, slipping with every step. The sand felt deeper, piling up around her feet in silent drifts. She picked up the nearest stick and poked the body with it through the door, ready to leap back if anything went wrong, staying firmly outside of the sandcastle.
This close, Sam could tell that it used to be a woman. Her head wasn’t attached to her body. It hadn’t been a clean amputation, either. Her upper body was bruised, with chunks taken out of it, and the bones in her neck hung mangled, not connected to anything.
“Well, I warned you,” Hitch said, defeated. “I did warn you.”
Sam nudged the head with the end of the stick, nudging it over so that she could see the face. Her mother stared back at her, torn to pieces, breath still wheezing from her lungs. She wasn’t blinking, just gazing forward with glazed eyes. Sweat dripped down from her hairline.
Sam screamed and dropped the stick, tripping over herself in her haste to get away.
Her mother’s eyes were wide and pleading, and she was mouthing desperate words at Sam. Her vocal cords were broken to bits, and the only sound that came out was a strained groan.
The head rolled, inching closer to Sam like a grotesque caterpillar.
Her mother gasped for air, torn lips fluttering. Finally, comprehensible words came out. “Help. Help me, daughter.”
“That’s not your mother,” Hitch said, quiet.
Sam knew that. Her mother was sleeping back at home, and anyways her mom had never asked for her help. She had an aversion to accepting charity, as she put it.
“Okay,” Sam said, shaking all over. “Okay.”
She backed away from the sandcastle, not looking away.
“Failure,” her mother hissed as she stepped away. “I never wanted a daughter like you.”
The sun came up over the horizon. The sandcastle, Hitch, and her mom all disintegrated into sand as the light hit them.
The beach, the next night, was almost exactly how I remembered it. The beams of our flashlights sent light bouncing across the dunes, illuminating the waves, and I imagined faces in the foam of the waves.
“I’ve been back here a hundred times. There’s nothing left,” I said.
Sam took the car key out of her purse and pointed it at the sand, adjusting the sword slung over her shoulder in order to do it. The key had belonged to Hitch; Sam had requested an item of his, and it was the only thing I had left. She rested the key on the sand and drew a circle around it, inscribing symbols around the borders.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
Sam shrugged. “Not much, really. I’m…I guess you could say that I’m knocking.”
The key laid inert on the sand for long enough that I was just about to give up and go home, admit to myself that Hitch was dead and that I was a fool to believe that Sam could actually help me. Then a building started to take shape, flickering in and out like it was struggling to get away. With a pop of displaced air, the sandcastle settled into existence.
Sam banged on the entryway. Nothing happened. She did it again, harder, and scowled when the door still didn’t open.
“We demand entrance, under your honor,” Sam yelled. There was a hard rush of wind, and I gripped Sam’s arm to keep my balance, but the doors cracked open reluctantly.
The inside of the sandcastle consisted of one enormous hall, the roof arching up out of sight. Rafters crisscrossed from wall to wall, and a cobbled path led further into the building, but other than that, it was completely empty, except for the birds. There were thousands of them, perched on the rafters or hopping along the ground. They parted in front of Sam and I, and reformed behind us, leaving us in a small pocket of open space. They were all black-feathered, with sharp beaks and beady eyes.
The Erlking sat on a throne at the end of the hall, lounging across it with his feet up on the armrest. He watched them as they came forward, the soft caw of the birds the only sound.
“I am here to bargain for the life of my brother,” I said, with as much dignity as I could muster, before the Erlking could say anything.
The Erlking ignored her, tilting his head to look at Sam. “I remember you. I almost got you, once.”
Sam glared at him but didn’t respond.
“You want your brother,” The Erlking said to me, and he almost sounded amused. “Then go get him.”
As if by some sort of silent signal, every bird in the room took flight at once, and their cawing made me think of screams. I covered my head against the flapping of their wings, and my vision was quickly obscured by the chaotic movement of them. I found myself on my knees, just trying to escape them.
A hand met my shoulder. Sam urged me to my feet, and together we ran for the edge of the room, where the swarm was the thinnest. We pressed ourselves into the corner and the swarm spiraled tighter and tighter at the center of the room. It went on until there seemed to be no differentiation between the birds, all of them fused together into one creature.
When the chaos died down, the birds had become one mass, with wings and eyes and talons sticking out of its flesh, thrashing and chirping. Human body parts stuck out of it, bulging out from the feathers. It was hands, mostly, with a couple knees or staring eyes. The bird amalgamation had no recognizable facial features, but there was one long beak extending from the front of its head. Most of the body parts were concentrated around the beak, and they peeked out from where the beak connected with muscle, or grew from the tongue, nestled between the two crushing halves of the beak.
It turned its beak down and crawled forward, using the hands to balance. The fingers scrambled over the ground. I was afraid of centipedes as a child, and I felt that same crawling dread when it started moving.
“Holy shit,” Sam whispered, which was rather disappointing, because I had been hoping that at least one of us knew what to do.
The creature turned, a lurching movement that crushed some of the hands underneath it, and started heaving itself slowly towards our corner.
“Better hurry up!” the Erlking called from his throne.
It was blocking the exit, by then. The shifting body of it had moved to block us off. It ambled towards us and I tried to sink further into the corner.
As it approached, getting close enough that I could smell the stink of it, I saw a flash of a tattoo on one of the hands. I leaned in, trying to find it again, like looking for dolphins surfacing in the ocean. And again, I caught a glimpse of a duck tattoo, the tattoo that Hitch had gotten on his hand as a teenager.
I ripped away from Sam’s death grip and ran for the monster.
I fell to my knees in front of it, wincing as I impacted the ground, and reached into the nest of hands. I could feel them tearing at my forearms and ripping into me with their sharp nails, but I kept going. I pressed further in, up to my shoulder in a writhing mass of limbs, aiming for the spot where I had last seen that tattoo.
The hands were tugging at me, wrapping around my back and hair. They were pulling together, trying to draw me completely into the mass of them. I was aware of Sam at my side, anchoring me in place and bashing any hand that got too close with her sword or the sparks that leapt from her hands with muttered words. But I didn’t think it would be enough. They were too strong, and there were too many of them.
I was up to my waist in the hands when something grabbed my palm. I felt the way it clung to me, and the calluses on its palm, and I knew that I had found my brother.
I flung herself back. The hands didn’t want to let me go, and they fought the whole way, but slowly, I made progress. I kept hold of Hitch’s hand in mine the whole time, gripping it as hard as I could. I finally broke free, Hitch with me, and Sam was immediately charging the creature, able to use her sword with much greater strength without being worried about injuring Hitch. She swung it forward, and it sliced through the wrist of one of the hands. It fell without a sound, red sand flowing out of it. It deflated until it looked like dirty laundry, just a piece of limp flesh. The creature shrieked, scuttling away enough that the door was finally accessible. The three of us ran for it, Sam and I supporting Hitch between us.
I looked back as I left and found the Erlking staring right at me.
“Interesting,” he murmured, his voice carrying impossibly across the vast space between us.
The sandcastle collapsed behind us, the great walls falling in on themselves. We were out in the morning sun, the sandcastle disappearing as we watched. Hitch was on the ground in front of me, as young as he’d been thirty years ago, when he was captured. He started laughing, feathers puffing out of his mouth. He laughed until he cried and I hugged him in the way that he’d held me when I was young, in the times when my life had been defined by hunger and fear.
Hitch left, afterwards. He scratched at the pinhole scars covering his body, where feathers burst through his skin, and pulled his long sleeves down around his wrists. He didn’t know where he was going but he told me that he needed time
I had spent thirty years worth of time without him. I wanted to grab my brother by the shoulders and beg him to stay. But he flinched when I hugged him goodbye and he refused to go near sand and he stared distrustfully at the birds chirping in the trees. Hitch needed to go away and I loved him too much to stop him.
I sat out on the beach every morning. I felt the sun on my face and I waited for Hitch to come home.
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The sleeves of his weather-beaten coat were shoved all the way up his arms, to stop the fabric from falling over his knuckles while he was working, and goosebumps lined his skin. He was strapping a rubber chicken to the back of his truck, over the lens of the shattered backup camera, with the legs pointing down so that they hung a couple inches above the ground. There were dents in the hood from the crash last week, and scratches along the door from scraping into a curb. The chicken, hopefully, would keep him from breaking anything else.
"You can't go cheap," Hitch said. "The cheap rubber chickens only make noise when pressure lets go. That's no good. As soon as I back up into something, I want this chicken to be screaming like it’s in the depths of hell."
“Sure thing,” I said in a monotone, leaning against the side of the truck.
There were scrambled electronic parts piled in the back of the truck, the innards of a radio, a broken computer, tangled wires, a couple loose pairs of earbuds. He found the parts in alleyways or bummed them off his friends for a couple bucks or stole them from the vacation homes that were left empty for most of the year. Then he sold them for a profit at the scrapyard. Hitch had bounced between minimum-wage jobs for a while after high school, spending a couple months as a bagger at the grocery store or as a seasonal worker at the farm two hours down the highway. He'd never stuck with it. At the very least, the scrapyard got him enough money to eat and occasionally spend a night in a motel when he got tired of sleeping in his car.
Hitch pressed the last piece of tape in place and grinned up at me. "I've got something for you, duck."
The nickname came from when I’d broken my leg as a child and waddled around in a cast until it was healed. I hated it with a burning passion, and I glared at Hitch with the ease of twenty-one years of practice. He had a duck tattoo at the base of his thumb that he’d gotten in a back-alley shop as a teenager. He said that he’d gotten it to remind him of me, and the fact that I hated the nickname was just a bonus. It was shaky-lined, with an uneven face, but he loved it anyway.
The handle stuck when Hitch tried to open the door, a consequence of the rust collecting in the crevices of the car and running down the sides like blood from a cut. The car groaned when the door finally popped open, a metal against metal screech that had me flinching away. Hitch dug through the cluttered fast food containers in the passenger-side footwell, eventually coming up with a crinkly paper bag. He waved away the flies buzzing around the opening of the bag and held it out to me.
The last time Hitch had brought me food, I’d gotten food poisoning because he’d left it out in the midday sun for two days. The donut was squished slightly, and the icing was stuck to the bag. I still ate it, grimacing at the harsh citrus flavor. Taking Hitch’s food was an instinct engraved from the days when Dad had given us a can of kidney beans for dinner and Hitch had drank the juice, leaving the beans for me.
I rarely went hungry anymore, three mostly square meals a day and granola in my pockets just in case, but habits didn’t die easy.
These days, Hitch only brought me food when he wanted my help, like when he saw a place he wanted to hit but was worried about doing it alone.
I got in the car, like I always did.
We drove past the cluster of seafood-themed restaurants with chipped paint decks, the beachfront park where there were always shifty-eyed men sitting under the slide, the single room library where all the books had been water damaged in the flood last year. The change was quick as we drove across Main Street, heading closer to the beach. The roads were freshly paved, the concrete a smooth black except where the sun had already started to pick away at it. The three-story homes lining the sides of the street were crouched on elegant stilts, with space underneath for a car or three. Most of the garages were empty, with the lights off and curtains drawn in the house. Come summer, the streets would be swarming with tourists and vacationers, but until then, most of the buildings nearest to the beach were unoccupied.
Hitch stopped as the sun started to go down at a house that was leaning precariously out towards the beach, tilted ever so slightly, the edge of its foundation buried in the shifting sand of the beach. It certainly looked deserted, with an overgrown yard and blue paint peeling off the door in sheets.
Hitch took his hammer out of the backseat, hoisting it over his shoulder. It was two feet of solid metal with rags wrapped around the head to muffle the sound of the hits. Hitch squared up, bending his knees and holding the hammer like a baseball bat. Before he could swing, though, the door creaked open on its own, the hinges squeaking. The house beyond was dark enough that I could only make out general shapes, glimpsing the curve of a sofa to the left, what was maybe the shimmer of a chandelier on the other side.
Hitch lowered his hammer, looking vaguely disappointed that he didn’t get to use it. “That’s…weird as hell.”
“Maybe the deadbolt broke, maybe they forgot to lock it, it doesn’t matter,” I hissed, checking our surroundings for other people again. “Just hurry up and get inside before someone calls the cops.”
Hitch flicked the lightswitch on the wall, and the lights flickered on. They were dim, buzzing audibly and blinking off occasionally. The walls were plastered with contrasting swatches of wallpaper and splattered with random colors. There was neon orange behind the dining table, a galaxy swirl in the kitchen, and on the ceiling there was a repeating floral pattern covered in nametag stickers. Each of the stickers was filled out with The Erlking. Chandeliers hung in every room, three or four for each, and rubber ducks sat on every table. A miniature carousel sat in the corner along with a towering model rocket.
Sand was heaped on every surface, at least a couple inches everywhere. It was piled in the corners and stuck to the walls, and it covered the floor in a thick blanket. Our hesitant steps into the house left footprints clearly outlined in the sand.
Hitch took a cursory look around and headed immediately for the TV mounted on the wall. “Look out the windows and tell me if anyone is coming.”
I shook the sand out of the blinds and pulled them open, then had to brush sand off of the window before I could see anything.
Hitch was quick, practiced at finding and appropriating the things that were worth taking. He came back to me with an armful of electronics and chandeliers, dumping it at my feet before turning to head deeper into the house again.
There was a thump, somewhere upstairs, and then footsteps, slow and deliberate. Hitch froze at the threshold of the room, then ran for the door with me just ahead of him, sand flying out from under our feet.
My hand was almost brushing the doorknob, close enough that I could see the light from the streetlamp outside streaming in through the cracks in the door. My fingers touched the wood and it gave under my touch, becoming malleable and warm. I yelped, stumbling backwards, and the door started to melt. The paint ran down in thick drops, pooling at the bottom of the door, and the wood warped like metal being welded. The soft edges of the door ran into the walls until there was no sign of an exit ever being there.
“Well, well, well,” said a cultured voice with just an edge of snooty elitism. “What do we have here?”
The man was well over eight feet tall, with long black hair covering his eyes. He was wearing a yellow raincoat with holes cut out of the hood to accommodate the deer antlers jutting upwards from his head. There was sand settled on his shoulders and hovering around his head like a halo.
“Who the fuck are you?” Hitch said, inching towards a window.
He smiled, just a little bit, and his teeth shone in the dim light. “I am the Erlking.”
Hitch nodded, and seemed about to respond. I grabbed him by the hand and pulled him towards the window. I could feel sand in the wind roaring against my back as the Erlking growled in anger, the grains scraping harshly against my cheeks.
We were almost to the window when Hitch was ripped away from me, and I came to a startled halt. The sand had formed long grasping arms that pressed Hitch against the floral wallpaper. His wrists were held tight, and as I watched, a sandy hand wrapped around his mouth and forced its way between his teeth. He gagged, and sand trickled out of the corners of his mouth.
The Erlking strolled towards him, not seeming to be in any sort of rush. “You know, I’m not very fond of your yapping.”
He made an idle gesture and the sand wrapped around my ankles, tethering me in place.
“I yap all the time,” Hitch said. “Three-time olympic yapper, that’s me. Best to just let me go now and save yourself some trouble.”
The Erlking tapped a manicured nail against Hitch’s mouth, hard enough to hurt, judging by the way he flinched away. “But why would I ever let you go when I’ve gone to this much trouble to catch you and your sister? It’s so hard, these days, to find people that no one will miss.”
Hitch struggled against the sand, trying to escape and failing. “What do you want with us, then? You just said it, we’re nobody.”
“I’m fae, dear one,” the Erlking said. “I get my power from my followers. And I think that you two will make lovely additions to my flock.”
He flicked Hitch's nose and Hitch gasped. Feathers started to form on his arms, popping out from under his skin in a spray of blood.
Hitch pushed off the wall, using his bound hands as a fulcrum, and his knees crashed into the Erlking’s stomach. The Erlking fell backwards, wheezing, and the sand around my ankles loosened.
Hitch made desperate eye contact with me as feathers shot up his neck and jerked his head towards the window. The message was obvious. Run.
The last thing I saw before crashing out the window and into freedom was Hitch’s body twisting, his arms wrenching into wings and feathers covering every inch of his skin. By the time I landed on the concrete outside, he was a small black bird, held tightly in the Erlking’s hands. The whole building was sinking into the ground, burnished-gold sand piling up over top and streaming from the windows.
Thirty years later, I saw Sam’s Supernatural Consultation and Neutralization written in neat, looping handwriting on a piece of paper taped to the door. The tape was peeling at the corners and the paper was yellowed with age, but there was obviously care put into the sign, in its perfectly centered text and looping floral designs drawn over the edges in gold marker.
I knocked, hesitantly, drawing my woolen coat closer around my shoulders. I’d bought it as a fiftieth birthday gift for myself, and I took comfort in the heavy weight of it over my shoulders.
“Coming!” someone called from within the depths of the office.
There were a couple crashes, and the sound of paper shuffling. Eventually, the door was opened by a young woman with ketchup stains on her shirt and pencils stuck through her hair.
“Hi, I’m Sam, I specialize in supernatural consultation and hunting, how may I help you today?” Sam said, customer-service pep in her voice. She stood in the doorway, solidly blocking entry into the office.
“My name is Ezra, I’m for a consultation. I emailed you but you didn’t respond?” I shifted in place, suddenly feeling awkward.
“Oh! Yeah, I lost the password for the email ages ago. Sorry for the bad welcome, I get lots of people thinking I’m crazy or pulling a prank and harassing me.”
She ushered me into the office, clearing papers off one of the chairs to make room for me to sit down. There was a collection of swords along one wall, all of them polished to perfection, several with deep knicks in the metal which indicated that they’d been used heavily.
“So what can I help you with?” Sam asked again, more sincere this time.
“Thirty years ago, my brother was turned into a bird,” I started. I’d told this story so many times that it barely felt ridiculous to say anymore. I was used to the disbelieving looks, the careful pity. But Sam just nodded along, face open and welcoming.
“I’ve almost given up on finding him, at this point,” I said. “But I saw your ad in the newspaper, and…here I am, I suppose.”
“Here you are,” Sam echoed, smiling. She pulled one of the pencils out of her hair and took a bit of paperwork off of one of her stacks, turning it over so that the blank side sat neatly in front of her. “Tell me everything.”
I told Sam everything, and she wrote it all down, pencil scratching along the paper.
The last part of the story was always the hardest to tell. “I left him there. I ran and I didn’t look back.”
I had been to dozens of detectives and investigators over the years, once the police had dropped Hitch’s case. I’d been to professional offices with smartly-dressed secretaries and met scraggly men in coffee shops. All of them had given me the same look, pity and annoyance all mixed up into a humor-the-crazy-lady soup. Sam, though, just seemed thoughtful.
Sam leaned forward and put a hand over mine, carefully, like she thought that I would pull away. “Sometimes you have to leave people behind.”
I tightened her hold on Sam’s hand and drew it towards me, like I could make Sam listen if only I squeezed tight enough. “But that’s why I’m here. I don’t want to leave him behind.”
“Okay then. I’ll do my best to help you.” Sam agreed, finally. Then she paused, and said softly, “You know…I think I met your brother once. He might have saved my life. He’s certainly why I started in this business.”
“Really? What happened?” I asked.
This is the story that Sam told me, related to the best of my abilities:
It was a new moon, so the only illumination came from the stars gazing idly down and distant porch lights shining across the scraggly brush of the dunes. Sam’s neighbors were decent people who cared about baby turtles, so the lights were a low, unobtrusive red, and the ocean sloshed like blood. Sam walked on the beach almost every night, drawing back the gauzy pink curtains and clambering out her bedroom window. She didn’t often bother to be quiet; her mama worked the late shift and came home exhausted. As long as Sam got home before the sun, her mama would never find out that she paced the shoreline and dreamed of inhaling sand until her lungs became their own beach.
The sky was lightening. The sun would come up soon, and that meant Sam’s time on the beach was over. She needed to get back to her real life, go to her fifth grade class and stop that nonsense, as her mother would say. Her mother loved to say things like that, pushing Sam into her proper place by implication alone.
“She’s a good kid, of course, but she’s a bit…” Her mother would trail off there, usually getting a commiserating expression from whoever she was talking to. Sam always wondered how that sentence would have finished. She’s a bit strange, maybe. She’s a bit intense. She’s a bit abrasive. She’s quiet enough but when Jason tried to steal her pencil in math class, she stabbed him in the hand so hard that the lead tattooed him.
Her mother was better, for the most part. The days of her stocking up the fridge, and leaving a post-it note on the counter, and leaving for days at a time were gone. But Sam still stepped around the place on the kitchen tile where her mother had collapsed and caved her head in, even though the bloodstains had been replaced with new tile.
“Your auntie got an abortion, you know,” her mother had said from her place on the couch, slurring her words. “Pill in the mail and then bam, no more baby.”
She had clapped her hands together to illustrate her point. Her mother jerked forward and grabbed Sam by the wrist, then, staring up at her until Sam met her eyes.
“I love you, you know? But sometimes I wonder…” She settled back onto the couch. “Yeah. I wonder.”
She’d gotten up, then, back to the kitchen. She’d been stumbling, a shambling zombie of a woman. The ground in the entryway of the kitchen was raised, ever so slightly, and her mother went down hard. Her head cracked against the tile, chin first, and she didn’t move.
Sam had been the one to call the ambulance. She had stared at the scattering of loose teeth on the ground while she waited, and considered what her life would be like with a dead mom. Not so bad, she thought, and immediately felt guilty for it.
Her mom was better, now, for the most part. But Sam still stepped around the place on the kitchen floor where she had collapsed. There was still a matchbox hidden under her bed with the gleaming shine of her mother’s lost teeth, two canines and a molar. It was nice, having a piece of her mom to keep. Even if she left again, Sam would still have part of her.
Sam sighed, and turned away from the ocean. As she faced towards the low dunes further up the beach, she saw a sandcastle sitting nestled among them. It was such a strange sight that her eyes skipped over it at first, almost automatically, disregarding it because it was so out of place.
Sam found sandcastles out on the beach sometimes, usually half-collapsed and on the verge of being washed away by the waves, but she had never seen anything like the sandcastle in front of her. It was life-sized, something that wouldn’t have looked out of place in the Scottish highlands, with spires shooting up above her head and carefully etched out bricks lining each side. The front wall was dominated by an arched set of double doors, twice her height, with a portcullis nestled at the top, ready to be dropped. All of it was lovingly detailed, down to the rust on the tips of the towers and the wood grain of the door. It was made out of wet, densely-packed sand, held together impossibly. It had not been there two hours ago, when she had come to the beach.
There was a bird sitting on the overhang of the door, small and black.
As soon as she took a step towards the sandcastle, the bird shook out its feathers and swooped down towards Sam, landing at her feet with a little stumble.
“Hey, kid, get out of here,” said the bird.
Sam closed her eyes, very deliberately. When she opened them, the bird was still there. Sam considered herself a very reasonable person, so she immediately drew the most logical conclusion. The bird was, she was almost certain, a demon.
“Trust me, you don’t want to run into Mr. Salty, the queen bitch himself,” the bird said.
“Mr. Salty?” Sam inquired, polite as she knew how to be. She edged to the side, trying to get a good angle to kick the bird like a soccer ball.
The bird did something similar to a wince, all its feathers fluffing up then settling back down. “Ah, don’t call him that. He’d turn you into a toad.”
The bird gestured with its head, towards the looming sand structure. “That’s his castle. He’s in there, probably scuttling along the ceiling or some shit because that’s the sort of weirdo he is.”
Sam nodded, encouraging. She pulled back her foot and lined up her shot, the way she’d seen athletes do on TV. She aimed right for its sharp beak and let loose. The bird saw it coming, its beady eyes widening, and it cawed in distress. It flapped away, avoiding her kick only to fall backward into the sand in a scramble of wings.
“What’s your fucking problem?” it squawked. “I was trying to help you!”
“I don’t need the help of a demon,” Sam yelled, trying to remember the exorcism that her mama had taught her once, because her mama believed in being prepared for anything.
“I’m not a demon,” the bird said indignantly.
It was at about that moment that Sam gave up and just decided to roll with it.
“What are you, then?” Sam asked.
The bird shuffled its clawed feet, looking about as awkward as it could, given that it didn’t really have recognizable facial expressions. “Technically I’m a familiar of the Erlking, prince of the fae, but I prefer to be called Hitch.”
“You can’t blame me for assuming, though,” Sam said. “Ravens do tend to be associated with murder.”
“Hey, excuse you,” Hitch said. “I’m a rook, not a raven. Ravens are way bigger.”
“Sure,” Sam said, not really paying attention. Her eyes had caught on the details of the sandcastle, and she was transfixed by the slow spirals of the sand, the strange beauty of it. She found herself stepping towards the great doors, lifting a hand to knock, and as she did, the sand warped in front of her eyes, heaving itself towards her with bulging slowness. The door creaked open before her, revealing a vast, empty room. Just before she stepped inside, she felt a piercing pain in her foot, and she yelped, leaping backwards.
Hitch pecked her again, really digging his beak in. “Don’t be an idiot.”
Sam glared at him, rubbing her foot. About to retort, she finally really took in the room inside the sandcastle, and her words died in her throat.
There was a body just past the threshold of the door, face down and limbs hanging limp at its sides. Long hair splayed out in a halo around its head.
“Don’t,” Hitch warned, suddenly serious. “Just leave, kid, I mean it. I’ve seen too many people go down this road and you don’t want to be one of them.”
Sam ignored him. She made her way across the beach, slipping with every step. The sand felt deeper, piling up around her feet in silent drifts. She picked up the nearest stick and poked the body with it through the door, ready to leap back if anything went wrong, staying firmly outside of the sandcastle.
This close, Sam could tell that it used to be a woman. Her head wasn’t attached to her body. It hadn’t been a clean amputation, either. Her upper body was bruised, with chunks taken out of it, and the bones in her neck hung mangled, not connected to anything.
“Well, I warned you,” Hitch said, defeated. “I did warn you.”
Sam nudged the head with the end of the stick, nudging it over so that she could see the face. Her mother stared back at her, torn to pieces, breath still wheezing from her lungs. She wasn’t blinking, just gazing forward with glazed eyes. Sweat dripped down from her hairline.
Sam screamed and dropped the stick, tripping over herself in her haste to get away.
Her mother’s eyes were wide and pleading, and she was mouthing desperate words at Sam. Her vocal cords were broken to bits, and the only sound that came out was a strained groan.
The head rolled, inching closer to Sam like a grotesque caterpillar.
Her mother gasped for air, torn lips fluttering. Finally, comprehensible words came out. “Help. Help me, daughter.”
“That’s not your mother,” Hitch said, quiet.
Sam knew that. Her mother was sleeping back at home, and anyways her mom had never asked for her help. She had an aversion to accepting charity, as she put it.
“Okay,” Sam said, shaking all over. “Okay.”
She backed away from the sandcastle, not looking away.
“Failure,” her mother hissed as she stepped away. “I never wanted a daughter like you.”
The sun came up over the horizon. The sandcastle, Hitch, and her mom all disintegrated into sand as the light hit them.
The beach, the next night, was almost exactly how I remembered it. The beams of our flashlights sent light bouncing across the dunes, illuminating the waves, and I imagined faces in the foam of the waves.
“I’ve been back here a hundred times. There’s nothing left,” I said.
Sam took the car key out of her purse and pointed it at the sand, adjusting the sword slung over her shoulder in order to do it. The key had belonged to Hitch; Sam had requested an item of his, and it was the only thing I had left. She rested the key on the sand and drew a circle around it, inscribing symbols around the borders.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
Sam shrugged. “Not much, really. I’m…I guess you could say that I’m knocking.”
The key laid inert on the sand for long enough that I was just about to give up and go home, admit to myself that Hitch was dead and that I was a fool to believe that Sam could actually help me. Then a building started to take shape, flickering in and out like it was struggling to get away. With a pop of displaced air, the sandcastle settled into existence.
Sam banged on the entryway. Nothing happened. She did it again, harder, and scowled when the door still didn’t open.
“We demand entrance, under your honor,” Sam yelled. There was a hard rush of wind, and I gripped Sam’s arm to keep my balance, but the doors cracked open reluctantly.
The inside of the sandcastle consisted of one enormous hall, the roof arching up out of sight. Rafters crisscrossed from wall to wall, and a cobbled path led further into the building, but other than that, it was completely empty, except for the birds. There were thousands of them, perched on the rafters or hopping along the ground. They parted in front of Sam and I, and reformed behind us, leaving us in a small pocket of open space. They were all black-feathered, with sharp beaks and beady eyes.
The Erlking sat on a throne at the end of the hall, lounging across it with his feet up on the armrest. He watched them as they came forward, the soft caw of the birds the only sound.
“I am here to bargain for the life of my brother,” I said, with as much dignity as I could muster, before the Erlking could say anything.
The Erlking ignored her, tilting his head to look at Sam. “I remember you. I almost got you, once.”
Sam glared at him but didn’t respond.
“You want your brother,” The Erlking said to me, and he almost sounded amused. “Then go get him.”
As if by some sort of silent signal, every bird in the room took flight at once, and their cawing made me think of screams. I covered my head against the flapping of their wings, and my vision was quickly obscured by the chaotic movement of them. I found myself on my knees, just trying to escape them.
A hand met my shoulder. Sam urged me to my feet, and together we ran for the edge of the room, where the swarm was the thinnest. We pressed ourselves into the corner and the swarm spiraled tighter and tighter at the center of the room. It went on until there seemed to be no differentiation between the birds, all of them fused together into one creature.
When the chaos died down, the birds had become one mass, with wings and eyes and talons sticking out of its flesh, thrashing and chirping. Human body parts stuck out of it, bulging out from the feathers. It was hands, mostly, with a couple knees or staring eyes. The bird amalgamation had no recognizable facial features, but there was one long beak extending from the front of its head. Most of the body parts were concentrated around the beak, and they peeked out from where the beak connected with muscle, or grew from the tongue, nestled between the two crushing halves of the beak.
It turned its beak down and crawled forward, using the hands to balance. The fingers scrambled over the ground. I was afraid of centipedes as a child, and I felt that same crawling dread when it started moving.
“Holy shit,” Sam whispered, which was rather disappointing, because I had been hoping that at least one of us knew what to do.
The creature turned, a lurching movement that crushed some of the hands underneath it, and started heaving itself slowly towards our corner.
“Better hurry up!” the Erlking called from his throne.
It was blocking the exit, by then. The shifting body of it had moved to block us off. It ambled towards us and I tried to sink further into the corner.
As it approached, getting close enough that I could smell the stink of it, I saw a flash of a tattoo on one of the hands. I leaned in, trying to find it again, like looking for dolphins surfacing in the ocean. And again, I caught a glimpse of a duck tattoo, the tattoo that Hitch had gotten on his hand as a teenager.
I ripped away from Sam’s death grip and ran for the monster.
I fell to my knees in front of it, wincing as I impacted the ground, and reached into the nest of hands. I could feel them tearing at my forearms and ripping into me with their sharp nails, but I kept going. I pressed further in, up to my shoulder in a writhing mass of limbs, aiming for the spot where I had last seen that tattoo.
The hands were tugging at me, wrapping around my back and hair. They were pulling together, trying to draw me completely into the mass of them. I was aware of Sam at my side, anchoring me in place and bashing any hand that got too close with her sword or the sparks that leapt from her hands with muttered words. But I didn’t think it would be enough. They were too strong, and there were too many of them.
I was up to my waist in the hands when something grabbed my palm. I felt the way it clung to me, and the calluses on its palm, and I knew that I had found my brother.
I flung herself back. The hands didn’t want to let me go, and they fought the whole way, but slowly, I made progress. I kept hold of Hitch’s hand in mine the whole time, gripping it as hard as I could. I finally broke free, Hitch with me, and Sam was immediately charging the creature, able to use her sword with much greater strength without being worried about injuring Hitch. She swung it forward, and it sliced through the wrist of one of the hands. It fell without a sound, red sand flowing out of it. It deflated until it looked like dirty laundry, just a piece of limp flesh. The creature shrieked, scuttling away enough that the door was finally accessible. The three of us ran for it, Sam and I supporting Hitch between us.
I looked back as I left and found the Erlking staring right at me.
“Interesting,” he murmured, his voice carrying impossibly across the vast space between us.
The sandcastle collapsed behind us, the great walls falling in on themselves. We were out in the morning sun, the sandcastle disappearing as we watched. Hitch was on the ground in front of me, as young as he’d been thirty years ago, when he was captured. He started laughing, feathers puffing out of his mouth. He laughed until he cried and I hugged him in the way that he’d held me when I was young, in the times when my life had been defined by hunger and fear.
Hitch left, afterwards. He scratched at the pinhole scars covering his body, where feathers burst through his skin, and pulled his long sleeves down around his wrists. He didn’t know where he was going but he told me that he needed time
I had spent thirty years worth of time without him. I wanted to grab my brother by the shoulders and beg him to stay. But he flinched when I hugged him goodbye and he refused to go near sand and he stared distrustfully at the birds chirping in the trees. Hitch needed to go away and I loved him too much to stop him.
I sat out on the beach every morning. I felt the sun on my face and I waited for Hitch to come home.
2024.05.19 07:57 debushunk Technical wrist / snap shot questions from an old learner
Hi everyone,
Old man beginner here checking in. Took up skating from scratch at the young ripe age of 43 to play and “compete” against my 2 young boys, and loving every minute of it.
Fast forward 2 years - I can now play very poorly at a low level beer league without being a complete dead weight.
One thing I simply cannot figure out is my shot. I have paid and watched endless videos from coach Jermey, iTrain hockey, Train 2.0, and the Modern_Hockey instagram guy. We live in Asia and ice time is rare with not much outdoor space to shoot.
I have tried
Thank you all!
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Old man beginner here checking in. Took up skating from scratch at the young ripe age of 43 to play and “compete” against my 2 young boys, and loving every minute of it.
Fast forward 2 years - I can now play very poorly at a low level beer league without being a complete dead weight.
One thing I simply cannot figure out is my shot. I have paid and watched endless videos from coach Jermey, iTrain hockey, Train 2.0, and the Modern_Hockey instagram guy. We live in Asia and ice time is rare with not much outdoor space to shoot.
I have tried
- leaning on the stick to get flex old school style.
- swinging my core and hips like a tennis backhand to generate angular momentum and “use the stick flex”
- keeping my hands as far out as possible for the lean, or close to body for a faster angular swing
- keeping top hand rigid like a pivot point and using all bottom hand to generate flex and push forward
- keeping bottom hand rigid as a pivot point and using only top hand to pull back to “whip” the shot
- doing a combination of both the above.
- shooting the puck off heel to toe old school
- shooting the blade from mid curve only (I have both a P28 and P29)
- my best shots come from holding bottom hand almost totally rigid and pulling only top hand back. Problem is I can’t aim anything, and coaches tell me my bottom hand isn’t pushing out with any proper follow through.
- when I do push pull, the stick slips on the ice and I can’t get any flex.
- leaning on stick puts me off balance. I tend to favor bending my legs and “swinging” the body core to get torque and power. But again I have no idea how to aim.
- I get better shots flexing the blade and whipping from mid curve then the traditional heel to toe. But 90% of my shots go high. If I close the blade then I can’t get any lift nor flex.
- I can’t figure out a snap shot for the life of me. I feel like I am just “whacking” at the puck and hoping for the best.
- moreover, I don’t even know what I am supposed to aim at, and if I am supposed to “whack” the puck or whack the ice and then “carry” the puck a bit before letting it fly.
Thank you all!
2024.05.19 07:46 GhoulGriin Best Car Covers for Snow
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Its lightweight design and breathability make it a great choice for keeping your car clean and protected from the elements, and the additional features, like the elasticized hem and built-in grommets, make it a secure and user-friendly option. At its budget-friendly price point, this car cover is a no-brainer for anyone looking to protect their vehicle from dust, debris, and damage. 🔗High Quality 3-Layer Car Cover with UV Protectionhttps://preview.redd.it/ovqoqjf1nb1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=7ccd5246809f4cb664c243f5bfacca4520b4cf00 I recently purchased the Leader Accessories Car Cover for my vehicle, and I must say, it has exceeded my expectations. The three-layer fabric is incredibly breathable, providing excellent air circulation which has helped to keep my car dry and free from moisture damage. One feature that truly stands out is the UV protection it offers, ensuring my vehicle's paint remains safe from those harmful sunrays. Additionally, the elastic hem provides a snug fit, keeping the cover in place even during windy conditions due to its attached strap and buckle. However, despite its many great qualities, I found that the cover doesn't seem to offer much resistance to dust. Nonetheless, the package it comes in is convenient and includes an easy-to-use storage bag. Overall, I would highly recommend the Leader Accessories Car Cover, especially for those seeking a reliable, well-fitting cover with outstanding UV protection! 🔗Durable All-Weather Car Cover with Door Zipper & Reflective Stripeshttps://preview.redd.it/9q8exfq1nb1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=d6c9c2652918a821704adb6cb2015d24e32b6759 I recently stumbled upon the Nilight Waterproof Car Cover and decided to give it a shot. What caught my eye was its premium 210T Oxford cloth, which I can confirm is both lightweight and incredibly durable. The fabric is waterproof, heat insulating, and breathable, making it perfect for all weather conditions. One feature that stood out is the unique door zipper on the driver's side - it allows me quick and convenient access to my car without having to remove the entire cover. Additionally, the windproof straps and elastic hem help keep the cover snug even in strong winds, and the combination lock offers added security. One downside I noticed is that while the reflective stripes are great for visibility at night, they can be a bit overly bright and reflective during the day when you're driving. Overall, this all-weather car cover has done a great job protecting my car from the elements, and I would recommend it to anyone looking for a solid, reliable solution to keep their vehicle clean and safe from the elements. 🔗Favoto Waterproof All-Weather Sedan Car Coverhttps://preview.redd.it/uaklsf42nb1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=8952a02b07290c0a20c8e1224a77a2ca4059fb18 I want to talk about my car cover experience, especially with the Favoto All-Weather Sedan Car Cover. As a car owner, I've learned the importance of protecting my vehicle from the harsh elements, both natural and man-made. The Favoto cover has been a game-changer for me. Firstly, the driver's side zipper design is such a convenience. It makes getting in and out of the car a breeze, even when it's covered. The night reflection stripes are an added bonus - they make sure my car's contour is visible even in the dark, reducing the risk of accidents. The Favoto cover is made of heavy-duty, 5-layer material that's both durable and waterproof. The cotton lining ensures no scratches on my car's paint. Unlike some other covers made of PE and PEVA, this one won't tear easily. The best part? This cover provides comprehensive protection against all types of weather elements, from dust and snow to acid rain, bird droppings, and even pollution. And let's not forget about securing it - the elasticated edge along with the 4 securing straps under the car keep it in place, even on windy days. In the real world, your car can face potential damages from weather, animals, and even people. Car covers like this one are a great investment to keep your car safe and sound. The Favoto All-Weather Sedan Car Cover offers excellent protection against all these threats. And finally, I must mention how easy it is to store and carry this cover. It folds neatly into its storage bag and doesn't take up much space. This makes it perfect for those times when you need to take your cover with you. In conclusion, if you're looking for a high-quality, all-weather car cover that's easy to use and provides complete protection, the Favoto All-Weather Sedan Car Cover is definitely worth considering. 🔗Motor Trend Snow-Proof Car Cover with Storage Bag and Lockhttps://preview.redd.it/1p5kduo2nb1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=190fce66b0c3d35b99185416c27c2c2085a3b8e1 I recently got my hands on the Motor Trend All Season Weatherwear 1-Poly Layer Snow Proof, Water Resistant Car Cover Size XL1 - Fits Up to 210". Having a car that's subjected to harsh weather conditions, I was in need of something that could offer protection and durability. Since trying it out, I must say I am pleasantly surprised. This cover has an extra durable polyester construction which indeed stands up well against various elements including snow, dust, wind, UV rays, and even minor scratchings. Not to mention, it also keeps the interior cool on sunny days. It even comes with a free storage bag and lock, which is a nice addition. However, on the flip side, the material seems to be quite thin despite its claims. This might be a concern in areas with extreme wind conditions as it could potentially tear. Additionally, although the elastic hem at the bottom provides a snug fit, I found it a bit of a struggle to put on and remove. In conclusion, the Motor Trend All Season Weatherwear Car Cover is a great option for those in search of an affordable, all-season car cover. While it may not be the most robust option out there, it gets the job done in terms of protecting your vehicle from most common weather conditions. Buyer's GuideIn areas with heavy snowfall, protecting your vehicle from harsh winter conditions becomes crucial. Car covers for snow offer excellent protection against snowfall, freezing temperatures, and harsh UV rays. By using a car cover tailored to withstand snow, you can help prevent damage caused by prolonged exposure to winter elements.Features to Considerhttps://preview.redd.it/bgqci603nb1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=7aa357635b6df75a160fa2579a4c34c3b68f2dd9
Considerations for Choosing a Car CoverBefore purchasing a car cover for snow, consider the size of your vehicle, additional features you may require, and the price range that fits your budget. It is also essential to check manufacturer warranties and customer reviews for the best options in the market.General Advice for Car Cover Care
https://preview.redd.it/nyp6qih3nb1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=6b9ad2f38befdb40926e7d73d69a23e08c7ab389 FAQ1. What are the benefits of using a car cover in the snow?Car covers provide protection against snow, ice, and harsh winter elements, preventing damage to your vehicle's paint, windows, and other components. They also keep your car warm and dry, save time on defrosting or scraping ice, and help maintain your vehicle's value and appearance.2. How do car covers help in removing snow?https://preview.redd.it/paa1rxs3nb1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=8ca1cb7d978070cd52c41efdff6183ee35f81259 Car covers prevent snow from accumulating on your vehicle, which means there's less snow to remove when you use the cover. It's generally easier and quicker to brush off a car cover than to scrape ice off your vehicle's surface. 3. How do I choose the right car cover for my vehicle?In addition to fit, consider factors like material, thickness, waterproofing, UV protection, and ease of use. Some covers are more durable, better at shedding water, or easier to put on and take off. You may also want to consider options with added features like integrated straps and grommets for enhanced security.4. What materials are best for winter car covers?Look for materials that offer good waterproofing and insulation, as well as resistance to UV damage. Common materials for car covers include polyester, polypropylene, and polyethylene. Some higher-end covers may also incorporate layers of microfiber or fleece for added insulation and protection. https://preview.redd.it/v9jt7af4nb1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=28f81788a633f31452570e59e3bc750c2b33d92c 5. How do I install a car cover for snow protection?Before installing the cover, clear your vehicle of snow and ice. Place the cover over your car, making sure it covers all necessary areas (including the roof, windows, and mirrors). Secure the cover by using built-in straps, grommets, or clips provided with the cover. Make sure all edges are snug and free of gaps to ensure the best protection from snow and ice.6. Can car covers be used for long-term storage in cold weather?Yes, car covers can be used to protect your vehicle from the harsh elements during long-term storage in the winter. Make sure the cover is properly fitted, secured, and periodically checked for any damage or wear. In addition to the cover, use a suitable storage location that provides protection from moisture, wind, and other environmental factors.7. Are car covers resistant to ice accumulation and damage?The best-quality car covers are designed to be water-resistant and windproof, reducing the risk of ice accumulation and damage. However, it's still important to remove accumulated snow and ice from the cover promptly, especially after significant snowfalls, to prevent damage and ensure optimal performance.8. How often should I clean my car cover in the winter?Car covers should be cleaned periodically to ensure they remain effective at protecting your vehicle. In winter, this may mean more frequent cleanings to remove salt, grime, and other debris. Follow the manufacturer's recommendations for cleaning and maintenance, as some materials may require specific care instructions.9. Can I use the same car cover for summer and winter protection?While some car covers are designed to provide year-round protection, not all will offer optimal performance in both summer and winter. Materials that are breathable and lightweight may be ideal for hot weather, while thicker, more insulated materials can be better for protecting your vehicle in the cold and snow. Consider the specific needs and conditions of your region and vehicle when selecting a cover that will provide the best protection throughout the year.10. How can I store my car cover when not in use?Car covers should be properly stored and maintained to prolong their lifespan. After removing the cover from your vehicle, gently brush off any loose snow, dirt, or debris. Fold or roll the cover neatly, and store it in a cool, dry, and well-ventilated area to prevent mildew or damage from moisture. Following manufacturer's instructions on storage can also help keep your cover in optimal condition for extended use.As an Amazon™ Associate, we earn from qualifying purchases. |
2024.05.19 07:26 Few_Scar7974 I fucked up
I fucked up
I fucked up last night. Again. I promised I'd only have one or two. I promised I wouldn't get drunk. I ended up having 6 beers and 2 shots. I got fucked up. I was mean to my boyfriend. I'm still so ashamed and embarrassed. I can officially say that I don't drink at home, and I haven't for 3 months. I feel good about that. I feel better not drinking at home. I was also doing good outside of the house.
I just feel like shit emotionally and like I really screwed up. My boyfriend still loves me, and I think he's forgiven me, but I feel like I'm on thin ice and like I jeopardized the relationship. I don't know how much longer he's going to stick around. I hate myself.
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I fucked up last night. Again. I promised I'd only have one or two. I promised I wouldn't get drunk. I ended up having 6 beers and 2 shots. I got fucked up. I was mean to my boyfriend. I'm still so ashamed and embarrassed. I can officially say that I don't drink at home, and I haven't for 3 months. I feel good about that. I feel better not drinking at home. I was also doing good outside of the house.
I just feel like shit emotionally and like I really screwed up. My boyfriend still loves me, and I think he's forgiven me, but I feel like I'm on thin ice and like I jeopardized the relationship. I don't know how much longer he's going to stick around. I hate myself.
2024.05.19 07:09 pschlages805 Bilateral labrum tears.
Had bilateral surgery 10 years ago. Today it’s now difficult to walk or sit down and only relief I get is cycling Tylenol and Advil while icing the hips. Then pain comes back an hour later. Getting MRIs to confirm labrum’s are torn again, but hoping to get into PT soon and see if there is anything I can do to avoid bilateral surgery again. First procedure was done at age 18 and now I’m 29. I’ve never tried cortisone injections or paint management practice for steroid shots directly into hip socket. Super glad I found this forum as it’s helping just hear others stories and not feel alone. Any advice on cortisone shots or steroid injections? Are they the same thing? Does anything take stronger pain medicine at least at night time for sleep? I’m not falling asleep until 4-5am past few nights.
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2024.05.19 06:57 _Phunny_ Telling you your type based on your avatar
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2024.05.19 06:13 Mainestrone [TOMT] [TV show] [2000s] Short animated skits about an anthropomorphic bird family
I'm looking for a series of 2D animated comedy shorts I used to watch on a German kids' TV channel back in the 2000s. I think the title was written in lowercase letters and sung out by a male VA in the very short intro sequence, but this could be a false memory. I don't know if it was a German show or just a dub. The main characters were two anthropomorphic bird parents and their bratty son who was still partially in his eggshell. I think they were light brown Dohdoh birds (I know the spelling is wrong, but Reddit won't let me post if I write it correctly). The animation looked a bit simplistic and stilted.
I only remember two skits. In the first, the boy and his Mom were at the doctors' office. The boy was supposed to get a shot, but repeatedly flinched away out of fear, which increasingly agitated the doc. After his Mom promised to get him ice cream if he was brave, the boy had the audacity to tell the doc to hurry up with the shot. It ended with the doc ramming the syringe in the eggshell (not graphic or scary, just comedic).
In the second skit, the Dad asked the boy to go to the store and buy some bottles of water. Since the boy didn't feel like doing it, he kept stalling with What-if scenarios and successfully manipulated his Dad into going to the store himself (I have the feeling it might have been a rip-off or parody of this Sesame Street skit).
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I only remember two skits. In the first, the boy and his Mom were at the doctors' office. The boy was supposed to get a shot, but repeatedly flinched away out of fear, which increasingly agitated the doc. After his Mom promised to get him ice cream if he was brave, the boy had the audacity to tell the doc to hurry up with the shot. It ended with the doc ramming the syringe in the eggshell (not graphic or scary, just comedic).
In the second skit, the Dad asked the boy to go to the store and buy some bottles of water. Since the boy didn't feel like doing it, he kept stalling with What-if scenarios and successfully manipulated his Dad into going to the store himself (I have the feeling it might have been a rip-off or parody of this Sesame Street skit).
2024.05.19 06:00 Bipolar0ctopus Bigger baskets
I recently purchased an IMS 18-22g precision basket because I want to make stronger *lungos.
After I ordered it I saw there was a 25g and decided to order it as well, not realizing it was for a different size portafilter.
Can anyone recommend a larger basket, or is 22g as big as they go?
For a little background I recently learned what a lugo even was, and the reason I’m making them is for iced americanos that I want to have stronger flavor. I’m basically just pouring the shot over ice and calling it an iced americano.
Edit: I think it’s called a lugo??! Maybe I haven’t learned anything 🙄
Edit: Lungo*
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After I ordered it I saw there was a 25g and decided to order it as well, not realizing it was for a different size portafilter.
Can anyone recommend a larger basket, or is 22g as big as they go?
For a little background I recently learned what a lugo even was, and the reason I’m making them is for iced americanos that I want to have stronger flavor. I’m basically just pouring the shot over ice and calling it an iced americano.
Edit: I think it’s called a lugo??! Maybe I haven’t learned anything 🙄
Edit: Lungo*
2024.05.19 05:17 dubbhae Day 7 of Hololive's Hardcore Minecraft Server: The End is upon us! It's time for the girls to face off their final challenge of defeating The Ender Dragon. Let's make this finale a fun one!
See Previous Day 6 Here
Regardless of what happens today/tomorrow (timezone depending), I hope everyone has a great time travelling to the stronghold and defeating the Ender Dragon together. Note that it is expected to begin at 20:00 JST. Pekora did mention that after the fight is finished, anyone who is dead will be revived to take a picture. Kiara notes the server will most likely close after 23:00 JST
Also later at 21:00 JST there will be a Minecraft Priemere Video on Pekora's channel as part of Minecraft's 15th anniversary so do check it out!
General Rules for the server. Written by Pekora in the rulebook, with some edits (NOTE: These rules by Pekora may go through some changes, please make sure to check today's Pekora's News Stream for the latest information):
NOTE: Due to this being the last day, I'll disregard previous missions as everyone will only be focusing on the Stronghold and End. Please see previous posts for past Mission Info.
Today's Mission:
(The death list today will only count for people who died before the end of the fights).
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Regardless of what happens today/tomorrow (timezone depending), I hope everyone has a great time travelling to the stronghold and defeating the Ender Dragon together. Note that it is expected to begin at 20:00 JST. Pekora did mention that after the fight is finished, anyone who is dead will be revived to take a picture. Kiara notes the server will most likely close after 23:00 JST
Also later at 21:00 JST there will be a Minecraft Priemere Video on Pekora's channel as part of Minecraft's 15th anniversary so do check it out!
General Rules for the server. Written by Pekora in the rulebook, with some edits (NOTE: These rules by Pekora may go through some changes, please make sure to check today's Pekora's News Stream for the latest information):
- If you die, its over (Note: Please see revivals below)
- I will write a diary after the broadcast
- Complete the mission
- Nether opening starts on the 16th
- The ultimate goal is to defeat Endora (Ender Dragon) and Wither
- About Survival Diary
- Write about the events and memories of the day
- If the content is good, good things might happen
- Penalty will be incurred if there is no diary
- There are nether and recreational facilities
- Nether opening date 5/16 JST
- Recreational facilities 5/15 JST (Chinchiro)
- You are free!
- You may build a residence
- You can equip yourself
- Survive.
Currently (as of this writing) if a member dies in Hardcore and wishes to be revived, they can do so by going to their own Solo Minecraft World, and collect 7 diamonds. They can only be revived once.- Today is the last day so no more revivals!
- Confirmed Perma-dead: Subaru, Nene, Haachama, Polka, Lui, Lamy, Moona (Note: Lui and Lamy chose to not be revived after their first death).
- Members won't be able to be revived after Day 7 (Today)
- After the Ender Dragon is defeated, the game will be considered cleared and those dead will be revived.
- The server needs 2/3 of its online players sleeping for time to pass to the next morning
- You can buy a totem and 5 golden apples from Pekora for 100 diamonds
- Additional info: Members currently with full set of Netherite Armor
- Kaela, Miko, Kiara, Kanade, Hajime, Anya, Koyori, Aqua, Iroha, Pekora
NOTE: Due to this being the last day, I'll disregard previous missions as everyone will only be focusing on the Stronghold and End. Please see previous posts for past Mission Info.
Today's Mission:
- Survive till the end
- Pekora's News Stream
- Ao
- Aqua
- Watame
- Iroha
- Kaela
- Hajime
- Anya
- Kiara
- Miko
- Botan
- Ina
- Polka
- Kanade
- Noel
- Ririka
- Luna
- Chloe
- Raden
- Azki
- Koyori
- Nene
- Watame is working to get some more Ancient Debris before its time to face the Ender Dragon. She got enough to make her chest plate Netherite. (She now has her boots and chestplate Netherite)
- Pekora during her news stream today notes that while it would be nice to make the Ender Dragon fight more challenging, due to the number of potential bugs that could occur if things were manipulated, they decided to just leave thing as is and make it a winning run.
- Kaela and Iroha met up. Kaela gives Iroha a Smithing template that was from the Jungle Template, which is something that she had wanted to decorate her Netherite Armor with. Iroha says that Kaela is strong, but Kaela just says that she's lucky. Kaela tells Iroha that she has 4 different kinds of trims that could be used. After some talking, Iroha ends up actually using the trims that were found from the ship. Kaela then explains how to make them.
- LOL Kaela is reminding her viewers that no, they are not buying their friends with these items, and to go get some help.
- Kaela went into the nether fortress and she got a wither skeleton head. She says its for research purposes (to see if banner can be made). She also jokingly remarked on making a Wither at the Ender Dragon fight.
- Aqua and Iroha are busy gathering materials for the Ender Dragon fight. Specifically cobblestone to help make a platform for when they reach The End
- Tons of items have been prepared. Theres lots of beds, food, pumpkin heads (about 2 per person), buckets of milk, buckets of water, potions, stones, etc.
- Pekora saw Aqua's gift and message, and see was trying not to cry when she read it.
- Pekora now reduce her price of totems and golden apples to 100 diamonds from 200.
- Kiara went to Raden's house which is a snow house described as a Tofu. Since she was afk (Ao was there and described the house), Kiara decided for fun to pour water on her. However the water destroyed the snow floor that was in her house. She apologized for this.
- Ao-kun went and bought the totem and 5 golden apples from Pekora.
- Kaela decide to go to a woodland mansion. She was able to find one with help of a woodlands map she found. The trip to there took 5 minutes. She went on her own on a solo trip and got a smithing template on her first chest. She got some totems and joked that she will sell them for 50 diamonds.
- During her exploration, a bunch of the strong pillagers and vexes came after Kaela. Fortunately she had a totem on her and it was used as she tried to survive. Fortunately she got 2 more on her in case something happens. It was a close call there. More explorations and she now has a 4 totems. (she got 5 with 1 being used up).
- Kaela on her way back advertised that she was selling the totems on the minecraft chat. Anya offered and was willing to give 44 diamonds. Pekora seeing the messages came to Kaela to also barter. Anya and Kiara came by to Pekora and Kaela to negotiate with them.
- Pekora notes that selling Totems at that cheap of a price (44 diamonds) are illegal, but Anya says not to listen since its part of the totem black market. Kiara also offered to get a totem since part of Anya's diamonds came from Kiara. Anya got 1 totem.
- Watame came by to Kaela's and offered to buy two of Kaela's totems for 100 diamonds, but Kaela say that it's too cheap. Aqua came by to watch. Polka as a ghost is also watching this fold out. Kaela turned it to an auction for the totems. Anya advertised it in the Minecraft chat. In the end, Watame got 1 totem for 69 diamonds.
- Kanade then came to buy a totem from Kaela. She originally offered 32 but Kaela said it wasn't enough, so Kanade gave one stack (64) and that was enough for a totem. Kiara came and told Kanade that she made a good deal compared to buying from Pekora.
- Its now time to travel to the stronghold! Everyone is gathered by the spawnpoint to prepare to head out.
- Aqua will lead the way, she throws the first eye and they head off. Pekora will be observing things from above as a spectator.
- During their travels, they went to the ice biome. On the way they came across a polar bear and its cub. Due to that, the polar bear aggroed Aqua and started chasing it, to prevent the polar bear from hurting the group, they shot the polar bear. Anya, allegedly killed the final blow.
- Raden got lost! SHe got lost in the middle of the Taiga forest. The group help to get her back, Koyori provide coordiantes while Ao goes to pick her up. The group is stationed at a broken Nether Portal. They went and found Raden and brought her back to the group
- A Drowned with a Trident showed up! They killed it and no trident was procured.
- They suspect that the Stronghold is under the water so the group proceed to make doors and dig down to find it. Eventually Kaela finds it. Everyone eventually heads down to the stronghold to look for the portal.
- The portal is found. It had no eyes in it, so Aqua and Pekora went to place the eyes. Pekora gives a rundown of what will happen. First the people are to make a path before they go and fight. Good luck!
- Kanade, Miko, Aqua, and Kaela first go in to make a safe path to the ender dragon. Once the path is safe, the rest go in and start the fight!
- At the start, 2 additional withers get summoned along with the Ender Dragon. The group start with the Withers before proceeding with the Ender Dragon
- Kaela goes to the middle to make a beacon out of iron, but it was difficult so she gave up
- Raden died in the middle of the fight, it was due to an enderman.
- Ao-kun dealt the final hit of the Ender Dragon.
- Pekora is now the last boss! She is proceeding to kill everyone! Luna was the first to die, but it wont be easy.
- Everyone is now proceeding to go after Pekora.
- Ririka died during that due to an Enderman
- Pekora was finally defeated by Noel.
- Everyone now heading through the portal back to the spawnpoint. And then Pekora just teleports everyone home.
- Lamy logged in at the end to also join the group for a picture.
- Kaela went and made a beacon at the area, it makes you run faster.
- Many of the girls are now writing their final entries in their diaries.
- Pekora prepares a spot to take pictures, with the Dragon Egg in front and the beacon behind. Aqua is also placing the heads of everyone who participated, even if it was just for one day.
- Otsukaresamenanorades!!
- At the end, everyone killing everyone!
- Pekora brought them back to lack, and now more killing and dying has commence. (Theres too many kills to keep track and with people being brought back to life, its very chaotic).
- lol Miko and Kaela and Miko asked if Kaela could kill her, and so she did. And then more people asked to be killed by Kaela, which she then proceeded to do (Ririka, and Watame, and Kanada)
- Miko and Watame play a game of Janken. Watame wins.
- Kaela, Polka, and Pekora have a battle against each other. In the end, the winner is Kaela. As she types her final message, she gets disconnected from the server.
(The death list today will only count for people who died before the end of the fights).
| Hololive Member | Cause of Death | Additional Notes |
|---|---|---|
| Juufuueti Raden | Slain by Enderman | First death of the fight |
| Himemori Luna | Slained by Pekora | Post-game boss fight |
| Ichijou Ririka | Slain by Enderman | Final death of the game |
2024.05.19 05:16 Cupcake112014 Analyzing 2000s Strawberry Shortcake: Horse of a Different Color
This is a bit late (even though I'm not on an official schedule). Thanks for your patience. Spoilers ahead, so proceed at your own risk
We open with Honey Pie Pony seeing her human friends playing on one of Orange Blossom's tree. They invite her to join, but, given that she's a horse, she can't climb the tree. The humans try to help her, but that also doesn't work, so Honey leaves. We're also introduced to this bee named Honey Doodle, which I'm not sure if we see him in another episode. Later, Honey sees the humans riding bikes. The humans show her how to ride, but she isn't able to slow down or stop, so she crashes. Strawberry and crew realize that they've been playing human-oriented games, so they offer to do what Honey wants to do. She suggests that they jump over fences. The humans quickly realized that they couldn't jump over that fence the way Honey just did. I wish that the humans had at least tried to do it, since Honey had attempted their activities. Honey is convinced that she doesn't belong in Strawberryland and the humans can't convince her otherwise. The humans convene at Strawberry's house and make a plan to find another horse for Honey to hang out with. They tell Honey that they're going to find some friends for her, and that's where Strawberry says the recurring line about what friendship is all about. Also, there's the random moment where Huck puts his hat on Honey, and then Strawberry immediately puts it back on him (the Struckleberry shippers are quaking rn). According to Ginger, the humans traversed all over Strawberryland looking for horses (which begs the questions of how big Strawberryland really is and how long these kids were searching), but they couldn't find any other horses. That leads into Honey's musical number about Ice Cream Island, where a bunch of horses live. The humans follow Honey to Ice Cream Island. The bridge they need to take is very old and unsafe. The humans are able to get across one at a time, but Honey nearly falls through. The humans band together to help her up. We finally get to ICI, where there are plenty of horses, although none of them are capable of human speech. I would have liked to see some inner turmoil related to Honey not fully fitting into either group, but oh well. The humans realize they have to get home and take care of their pets. Honey doesn't want to leave ICI, which makes the humans really sad. On the raft ride, they reminisce on how great Honey was. When they get back to the bridge, instead of going one at a time, they all get to the center of the bride at once, and then a fallen tree passes through and breaks the bridge. The humans are all standing on a broken piece, which falls into the water and sends them into the current. They approach a waterfall, and the only thing that stopped them was a patch of rocks. Meanwhile, Honey reminisces on her human friends, and realizes she can't just leave them behind (it's a pretty quick realization which isn't totally realistic, but this is a common thing in this show). She finds her friends still stuck and about to fall in. Honey sees some rocks (which I don't remember seeing in previous shots), and she gets the idea to jump to them. I gotta mention that Huck's sass is pretty funny here. Anyway, despite all odds, Honey's plan works (although we never see Huck getting on her back to jump off. Also, the way this river flows is extremely confusing, since when the tree hit the bridge, it sent the humans in the opposite direction, but then in this scene, that tree heads towards them). Then, we get the second musical number, where they celebrate being "back together," even though everyone walks home and says goodbye. The last shot is Strawberry riding on Honey's back, and it hammers the message of the episode, which is that friends can be different in many ways and still love each other. Aside from the critiques I gave, this is a pretty solid episode. The message is wholesome and leaves me satisfied.
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We open with Honey Pie Pony seeing her human friends playing on one of Orange Blossom's tree. They invite her to join, but, given that she's a horse, she can't climb the tree. The humans try to help her, but that also doesn't work, so Honey leaves. We're also introduced to this bee named Honey Doodle, which I'm not sure if we see him in another episode. Later, Honey sees the humans riding bikes. The humans show her how to ride, but she isn't able to slow down or stop, so she crashes. Strawberry and crew realize that they've been playing human-oriented games, so they offer to do what Honey wants to do. She suggests that they jump over fences. The humans quickly realized that they couldn't jump over that fence the way Honey just did. I wish that the humans had at least tried to do it, since Honey had attempted their activities. Honey is convinced that she doesn't belong in Strawberryland and the humans can't convince her otherwise. The humans convene at Strawberry's house and make a plan to find another horse for Honey to hang out with. They tell Honey that they're going to find some friends for her, and that's where Strawberry says the recurring line about what friendship is all about. Also, there's the random moment where Huck puts his hat on Honey, and then Strawberry immediately puts it back on him (the Struckleberry shippers are quaking rn). According to Ginger, the humans traversed all over Strawberryland looking for horses (which begs the questions of how big Strawberryland really is and how long these kids were searching), but they couldn't find any other horses. That leads into Honey's musical number about Ice Cream Island, where a bunch of horses live. The humans follow Honey to Ice Cream Island. The bridge they need to take is very old and unsafe. The humans are able to get across one at a time, but Honey nearly falls through. The humans band together to help her up. We finally get to ICI, where there are plenty of horses, although none of them are capable of human speech. I would have liked to see some inner turmoil related to Honey not fully fitting into either group, but oh well. The humans realize they have to get home and take care of their pets. Honey doesn't want to leave ICI, which makes the humans really sad. On the raft ride, they reminisce on how great Honey was. When they get back to the bridge, instead of going one at a time, they all get to the center of the bride at once, and then a fallen tree passes through and breaks the bridge. The humans are all standing on a broken piece, which falls into the water and sends them into the current. They approach a waterfall, and the only thing that stopped them was a patch of rocks. Meanwhile, Honey reminisces on her human friends, and realizes she can't just leave them behind (it's a pretty quick realization which isn't totally realistic, but this is a common thing in this show). She finds her friends still stuck and about to fall in. Honey sees some rocks (which I don't remember seeing in previous shots), and she gets the idea to jump to them. I gotta mention that Huck's sass is pretty funny here. Anyway, despite all odds, Honey's plan works (although we never see Huck getting on her back to jump off. Also, the way this river flows is extremely confusing, since when the tree hit the bridge, it sent the humans in the opposite direction, but then in this scene, that tree heads towards them). Then, we get the second musical number, where they celebrate being "back together," even though everyone walks home and says goodbye. The last shot is Strawberry riding on Honey's back, and it hammers the message of the episode, which is that friends can be different in many ways and still love each other. Aside from the critiques I gave, this is a pretty solid episode. The message is wholesome and leaves me satisfied.
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2024.05.19 04:55 underrated_TNT T-Zombies
 | T-Zombies are one of the most common and basic enemies in the Resident Evil universe. Despite their common extremes, it does not mean that they are weak. In fact, compared to normal humans they are strong. Based on this I decided to put together some statements and feats about them. But first lets define what a T-zombie is: submitted by underrated_TNT to ResidentEvilPowerScal [link] [comments] Biohazard kaitaishisho "ZOMBIE (p.057) Things which were people whose genetic structure was altered as a result of being infected with the t-Virus. It's called a Zombie because its skin decomposes, intelligence is lost and it shows aspects just like a "living corpse." Many of the Zombies seen in this incident were things accidentally created due to an accident that leaked the virus, but it seems they were originally studied with the aim of producing them as weapons. They're driven by hunger and actively touch other creatures in search of flesh, so as a result they can efficiently spread the virus." Now lets see some statements indicate their strenght: Biohazard kaitaishisho "DATA ON THE t-VIRUS 【Summary】A new class of RNA virus developed by Umbrella. Also included are variant types created in research experiments. 【Characteristics】The capacity for environmental adaptation's known to be high and every living thing serves as a vector of infection. 【Infected Organism Characteristics】Miraculous durability and offensive ability, general characteristic of ferociousness. There are many examples of bodies becoming large. Intelligence generally decreases, but may increase before infection extremely rarely." Biohazard 0 kaitaishinsho "ZOMBIE (p.054) If a human's exposed to the t-Virus, the body will undergo a mutation within a very short time. The skin will start to decay with brain cells containing memories being completely destroyed. Meanwhile the carrier's metabolism will be highly augmented, enabling a Zombie to possess great strength much more powerful than regular people. Thus these monsters are referred to as "living dead risen from the grave." Even though the functions of their hearts, lungs and brains have ceased, they can still rise as a Zombie." BIO HAZARD Director's Cut Official Perfect Guide inside of BIO-HAZARD "For humans afflicted with the Clay Virus ε-variant strain, the cerebral neocortex necrotizes, something of a brain dead state, their behavior limited to nothing but simple-minded survival activity, acting in accordance with their instincts. As a result they are driven by a sense of starvation, pathetic beings that merely roam in search of food. Moreover, although an unusual secretion of growth hormone causes the body to grow in size, outward appearance becomes that of a decomposed corpse itself due to a remarkable decline in metabolic functions." Based on this we can clearly see that zombies are stronger than normal humans, not only because that is exactly what the t-virus does but also because it is directly said. and the "rotten" appearance is caused by the decline of metabolic functions, but just because the zombie's appearance is that of a rotten body does not mean that it is weak. Now for some feats: Zombies can survive being hit by a semitruck going at high speeds.(Resident evil 2 Remake) Can break a thick layer of ice while being inside the ice.(Resident evil Code veronica) They can survive multiple shots and explosions.(RE3) 1 Zombie can easily tear a person in half in a couple seconds.(Resident evil 2 Remake) A zombie killed a Stars member in a 1V1 encounter. (Resident Evil). File in umbrella chonicles "KENNETH J. SULLIVAN A member of S.T.A.R.S. Bravo Team, he is a veteran who can be trusted to bring his vast experience and wisdom to his investigations. He is charged with recon and position security. He made it to the mansion, but was soon overtaken and became a meal for a zombie." BIO HAZARD Director's Cut Official Perfect Guide inside of BIO-HAZARD "Name/ Kenneth J. Sullivan Age/ 45 Blood type/ O Height/ 188cm Weight/ 96.8kg Fingerprint/ Technical Skills/ Holds a Ph.D in chemistry, specializes in protective measures against chemical weapons. Position/ PM (Point Man) Note/ A landscape gardening enthusiast with a dog training hobby." "PM (Point Man) Location scouts on the front-line during missions. Reconnaissance and securing positions ahead of time are their duties. The most resourceful officer often falls in this category." biohazard Kaitai Shinsho "The oldest veteran member of S.T.A.R.S. He appears stern and of few words but has a gentle personality. He handled the dangerous duties of reconnaissance and securing positions, with his capabilities renowned by everyone." This is impressive because stars member are incredibly capable as stated in guides and files: BIO HAZARD Director's Cut Official Perfect Guide inside of BIO-HAZARD "FILE 1: S.T.A.R.S. INTERNAL DOCUMENTS (p.013) This file is a textbook prepared for the S.T.A.R.S. officers just before the Biohazard Case in Raccoon City. At a glance it looks like an ordinary manual but based on the fact it describes hostiles presumed to possess higher-than-human capabilities, it's considered indirect evidence of the encounters between the S.T.A.R.S. officers and Bio Organic Weapons having been set up. In addition, the preface by S.T.A.R.S. Captain Albert Wesker is introduced below. (First part omitted) ...I was delivered this manual concerning various skills you should master as my S.T.A.R.S. officers. However, these are the bare minimum essentials and you should be informed of further skill acquisition to be performed through actual combat." "Nature of the Organization Although S.T.A.R.S. should originally only be part of a police force, it differs from public institutions including the regular police to some extent due to its unique circumstances (its sponsors are private companies). The characteristics of its screening during enlistment are particularly striking and, based on the ability-orientated elite group's reputation, recruitment is carried out under a scouting system on a merit basis, regardless of sex, age or personal history. Function Details As mentioned earlier, the missions of S.T.A.R.S. are special operations, but specifically, its four main duties are preserving public order, VIP escort, counter-terrorism, and hostage rescue. In counter-terror ops in particular, their capabilities are estimated to be equal to the SAS (Special Air Service), known as the best in the world." As we can here, the stars members were expected to face hostiles with higher-than-human-capabilities, being a basic skill in their manual. And their capabilities were estimated to equal to SAS, Known as the best in the world. Not only that but the members were chosen with basis on merit. A hand picked group of specialists, the best of the best. As its shown in a file in RE umbrella chronicles: "S.T.A.R.S. Special Tactics and Rescue Service, or S.T.A.R.S., was established within the Raccoon Police Department and is divided into an Alpha Team and Bravo Team. This elite group was formed to respond to terrorism, organized crime, and emergencies too difficult for the regular police force to handle. Its members include a hand-picked group of specialists, the best of the best. Their funding was provided by a grant from private corporations, most notably Umbrella Corporation." So a zombie killing Kenneth is a good feat for the zombie. In code veronica a zombie survives being in epicenter of a big explosion, that explosion was calced at wall level+, 3Kg of TNT. Calc And zombies can hurt eachother so their AP scales to their durability(1:36:05) So based on this zombies are very strong and can be used to scale other characters. |