Hey Guys, Never had to do this type of wiring before but basically I want to add an outlet underneath this switch that’s constantly on.
I ran 14/2 wire down, tied in the neutral and hot wires as well as the ground however, when I plugged in my outlet tester I got “Hot Net Rev”. Then when I hit the switch the lights changed but using my wire testor I can see the red wire is constantly providing power if the switch is disconnected.
Do I need to pigtail a lead to that switch (red) wire?

I think a lot about signals. Signals that show people what groups they belong to. Signals that hide the truth. Everybody uses signals to blend, entice, or trap.
Grandma Pearl died not long after her stroke, and I've been making bad decisions ever since. Maybe my expectations are too high, or I'm just an idiot. Either way, I ran away from the group home to be with people who called themselves my "family." They were the wrong people. They used the words family, brother, sister, and love like lock picks, stealing trust, and taking self-respect.
The only person I remember using the word family correctly was Grandma Pearl. She was a small woman who toured the US as an actress before settling with Granddad above their theatrical rentals shop. I was three when the car accident took Granddad and Mom, so I don't know if they used the word "family" correctly, but I hope they did.
I was never as outgoing as Grandma, but that didn't bother her; she taught me how to watch people. How to see their signals, and how to listen. When she died. I forgot a lot of those lessons for a while.
They called it a "family". The "family" moved product. That product could be goods, drugs, or people.
The uninitiated, like me, were distracted with food and a dry place to sleep, but it didn't take long to see behind the curtain. Things got too intense with the new "family" and I ran.
I ran back to my old neighborhood. The buildings were familiar even if my home was gone. The old theatrical shop had been turned into a microbrewery.
After an appropriate amount of self-pity, thirty minutes, I wandered the alleys, picking up cans or scavenging for bits and pieces that could be recycled, used, or bartered.
I recognized old faces, but I tried to stay out of sight. It was safer that way.
The only place I allowed myself to be seen was the old Lutheran church on the park's far side. Most people who might have known me had aged out of the congregation or died. It was worth the risk because St. Lazarus had a food pantry in the basement and gave out lunches most days, so I wasn't always hungry, which was nice.
I found a dry spot near the library to sleep, which seemed like a stroke of luck until it wasn't.
I had the contentment that came with being in a familiar place. Little bits of comfort let me believe, for a moment, that I wasn't a screw-up and hadn't trusted the wrong people. That moment scurried away when Stick found me.
Stick was a scary asshole. He technically wasn't in charge of the " family," but he made it work. He got things done. I have no idea how old he was. He was all corded muscle and could clock in between twenty and fifty. He looked half-starved and moved like a stalking predator, even with his limp.
His left leg was stiff. The knee didn't bend, and anytime he sat, his left leg would be splayed to the side like a kickstand on a bike. The leg was why he walked with a cane. The cane and how he used it was why we called him Stick.
I don't know why he took the time to track me down. It's not like I was wanted. Maybe it was that I had become property. Property shouldn't just wander off.
Sometimes, you feel a person before you see them. The air is different. When Stick was around, the air felt dead and motionless. I knew I was being watched before I opened my eyes.
Stick was sitting on a milk crate, his bad leg cocked to the side and his forehead resting on his cane. I pushed myself out from beneath the ductwork of the HVAC unit I had been sleeping under and slapped the dirt off my jeans.
"I thought that was you," Stick said as his sharp grin curved up to his unblinking dark eyes.
Stick wanted my discomfort. I'd seen him play the intimidation game too many times. He'd act too friendly, and then when you were good and worried, quick movements, a hand around the back of your neck, and violence would be next. Then he'd act like the whole mind fuck was a big joke, like you were friends, and isn't it great that you can joke around with someone who "really" cared.
It worked, too. If you were the unfortunate focus of Stick's attention, you would be grateful when he smiled and said, "Just a joke, kid. Don't be so sensitive." I'd seen the pattern enough times to know Stick trained people like dogs with his hot and cold game. I didn't like the game, or the fear, so I changed the pattern.
"Hey, Stick, did you come to help pick up cans?" I asked, making sure my smile reached my eyes. I was trying to be pleasant while ignoring the burning nervousness in my gut.
It was still dark out, but I could see Stick's expressions well enough.
Stick tapped his cane on the sidewalk and squinted at me skeptically before answering. "Just checking on my little brother."
We were not related.
Stick liked to call the uninitiated his little brothers or little sisters. He forced intimacy into his language. I didn't argue the point. Interactions went best with Stick when you agreed with everything he said.
"Thanks, man," I complimented, trying to sound genuine and ignorant as I stepped forward and offered him my hand.
Stick didn't move, but I could see that this conversation wasn't going as planned for him, and I forced myself not to react to his confusion. I couldn't break character, or he would know I was playing him.
Stick tapped his cane on the ground twice, grasped my hand, and stood. He watched me. I held his stare, but in an open, naive, guileless way that I had perfected in front of the mirror as grandma gave acting advice while she put her face on.
I once asked Grandma Perl why anyone would practice acting stupid. She pointed her mascara brush at me and, in her ditsiest Minnesota Nice character, said, "It's easier to be forgiven when people think you're a little dumb, don't ya know?" Like with most things, Grandma was right.
Before I understood what had happened, Stick pulled me into his side and slung an arm around my shoulder.
"You don't have a name yet. Everyone gets a name, but they don't get to pick it." He paused and gave me a Cheshire cat grin. "I have a name for you, little brother. You are going to be called Slide." Then he held my chin and forced eye contact." Your name will be Slide because I have never seen anyone slide out of shit faster than you. I can't tell if you do it on purpose or not, and I've been watching. I watch everybody. You do, too. Hell, this might be the first time I've ever heard you talk. So let's celebrate your name, Slide." Stick's smile slipped as he pulled me out of the alley. "We'll go do something special."
I stayed silent, knowing full well what was coming. Being named meant doing something you could never take back. It was public and would put you in prison if the police ever took the time to look for you. It meant severing yourself from your life before and relying entirely on the "family." I had been absent each time naming seemed to be in the cards, but I couldn't duck out this time.
There was only one place to go at this time of night that would have an impact, the Bodega.
The Bodega was a red hole in the wall with a glass door papered over with grocery ads years outdated. Canned salmon two for one seemed to be the dominant theme. Although there were two large windows, one on either side of the door, you could barely see in. The right window was a tapestry of cigarette promotions. The left window displayed the only swath of uncovered glass with a view of the interior. From the outside, the view was of tobacco, lottery scratchers, and Old Lady Imitari.
Old Lady Imitari owned the store. She was a short, dark-haired woman who always wore a long floral tank top. Grandma Pearl loved the old woman but said Imitari looked like an old man's thumb all the years she had known her, and Grandma moved to the neighborhood with Grandad thirty years ago. Imitari was a local legend even then because the Bodega was open twenty hours a day, three hundred sixty-five days a year, and no one else worked in the store. Grandma used to make an extra strong coffee called Barako and chat with Imitari sometimes when work in the shop was slow.
I would sneak out at night and try to catch Imitari sleeping. No matter the time, I never caught her snoozing, and she always saw me peeking at her through the window. I know she saw me because she would uncross her arms and wave her flyswatter at me.
All these memories flicked through my mind as Stick smiled his too-wide smile and pushed me into the Bodega.
Imitari flicked her fly swatter at me in acknowledgment, and her attention returned to the small TV she had nestled beside the cash register, which seemed to be the old woman's only real tether to the world outside her shop.
The inside of the Bodega was just a long hallway with shelves of convenience foods, drinks, home supplies, candy, and cold meds covering every available surface from floor to ceiling. The only break in the tunnel of products was the glass counter at the back corner of the store; Imitari presided over her mini domain by casually ignoring her shoppers. I tried to make eye contact with the old woman again as Stick pushed me to the back of the shop, but after her initial acknowledgment of our entrance, Imitari's eyes stayed focused on her TV.
As casually confident as possible, I walked to the cooler and grabbed an iced tea. "Want a drink," I asked over my shoulder, my voice unusually steady, given the electric current of anxiety flowing through me.
Stick sneered and tapped his cane twice on the ground. His eyes found all the security cameras in the tiny store, a frown creasing his angular features.
I followed his line of sight and finally realized what had bothered him. The cameras were fake. They looked like security cameras, but they weren't. There were no wires or lenses, just rectangles and circles in a security camera shape.
Stick took a deep breath and tapped his cane on the ground again. " There… is … so… much… here… to… see… but… no… one… is… watching," he said with a singsong. Then his sneer turned into a cruel smile.
I knew Stick wanted an audience for what he would force me to do. The fact that the security cameras were fakes meant that whatever was going to happen would now have to be significant. An event that the neighborhood wouldn't be able to ignore. My stomach twisted with the thought.
Stick waggled his eyebrows at me. He had been watching. He had seen my thoughts, and we both knew he had something terrible in mind.
The cane twirled in Stick's hand and then tapped twice on the shop tile.
"I think I want a little bit of this," Stick said, gesturing wildly with his cane, sending a row of soup cans tumbling to the floor. "And a little bit of that," Stick added as another wild gesture sent cups of ramen spinning and knocking glass bottles of hot sauce to the floor.
I stood paralyzed, unable to run. I was trapped with nowhere to duck away to. I didn't want Stick to hurt Old Lady Imitari, and I didn't want Stick to hurt me, either. The truth was, he would hurt both of us no matter what I did. That was just the way Stick was. I'd seen him. I'd seen him show us who he was every day.
Then I realized Imitari hadn't moved. She was watching her TV and chuckling at the sitcom as if nothing had happened.
Stick glanced at me, confused. I almost felt sorry for the sociopath. His night was not going to plan.
Imitari chuckled at her TV again, and a crease formed in the middle of Stick's forehead, letting me know that he was beyond angry. He was calm, dangerous, and vicious. People had been left for dead when Stick got this way.
Stick raised his cane and flipped it so the handle jutted like a pickax. He was going to attack Imitari.
Somehow, I moved. I didn't do much, but when I slid forward and grabbed the back of Stick's shirt, the cane missed Imitari, and the sharp handle punctured the thick glass top of the counter just above a roll of Lotto scratchers.
Old lady Imitari slowly looked up into Stick's eyes and smiled. Her wide, gentle frown was replaced with a look of joy and something else, something primal, something hungry. Her pupils were blown, and I had the uneasy feeling that I was watching someone be served their absolute favorite meal.
Before Stick could pull his cane from the punctured glass, Imitari casually reached forward, grabbed the cane, and pulled the wirey man forward. Small, old, and wrinkled, Imitari stared into Stick's eyes and overpowered him.
Stick fell forward across the counter. He tried to push himself back, but Imitari's hand clamped down on his wrist like a vice.
Bones ground together as Imitari pulled Stick's hand to her mouth, and with a swift, subtle movement, she bit off the tips of Stick's pinky and ring finger like she was sampling a cookie.
I jumped back next to the cooler as a thin spray of blood arched toward me.
Stick screamed and thrashed, but Imitari's small form was static and immovable. Stick was a fly in a trap. No matter how much he struggled, punched, poked, or kicked, he could not break the old woman's hold. Then, slowly, she took another bite.
It was strangely fascinating watching the frail form of this old woman I had known for years take bite after bite out of Stick. This man, whom I thought of as a predator, a hunter, an enforcer, was crying and begging while an old woman, who looked like a wrinkled thumb in a floral top, quietly devoured him.
I was surprised by the lack of blood after the first spray. I'm sure it was Imitari's crushing grip that stanched the flow of blood. The flesh of Stick's arm looked white from the pressure.
Hand over hand, Imitari pulled Stick forward. Bones cracked as she gripped higher on Stick's arm, clamped down with her long leathery fingers, and fed the flesh and bone, one concise bite at a time, into her open smiling maw. It was rhythmical in its simplicity: chomp, crunch, chew, chew, swallow. Over and over, the pattern continued until the begging stopped.
Stick wasn't dead. He gave up. Not struggling, he laid over the glass counter like a rag doll. He watched me glassily as Imitari took bite after bite, and I knew he wasn't there anymore. Whatever made Stick Stick had either curled up and hidden in a dark corner of his mind or had been devoured with his arm.
The old woman seemed displeased that her meal had stopped struggling. She shook him, but he flopped, and his head lulled from side to side. Imitari frowned, let go of Stick's arm, and pushed down on the limp man's back. Blood gushed from the ragged stump, and Imitari lowered her mouth and drank from the wound like she was sipping from a garden hose.
Stick didn't move. He just grew pail, and eventually, his panicked, shallow breaths ended, and the blood stopped flowing.
Then Imitari stood. With a quick tug, she pulled Stick's body over the counter and let it flop to the floor at her feet. Her eyes closed. A contented smile bloomed on her face as the explosive sound of crunching and cracking bones echoed through the small shop.
The deafening sound of crunching stopped, and only the buzzing of the drinks cooler reverberated through the small space. Imitari opened her eyes and watched me, a broad smile still on her lips. At that moment, I realized I could hear the drinks cooler so well because I had crawled into it, wedged between the glass door and the shelves.
Imitari held me with her gaze as cords of pink flesh lowered from the ceiling and efficiently tidied up Stick's mess, lapping up blood and hot sauce, placing cans on shelves, and scooping up cups of ramen with whip-like tendrils. Then, the cords of flesh nudged me forward, and I stood before Old Lady Imitari.
The thing that I had always thought of as a stern old woman handed me Stick's cane. With the same benign smile I remembered from buying red hots from it as a ten-year-old, it waved me away with its flyswatter, and the cords of flesh pushed me out the door onto the sidewalk.

THE 2000 YEAR OLD MAN (1975) - FULL TRANSCRIPT 2000 Year Old Man is an old Brooks-Reiner comedy routine turned into a half-hour animated TV special. Reiner, a TV reporter, interviews Brooks, a man claiming to be 2000 years old. The interview consists of a serious of questions regarding the history of the world. Brooks' answers to Reiner's questions are priceless.
About four days ago a plane landed at Idlewild Airport.
The plane came from the Middle East bearing a man who claims to be
2000 years old.
He spent the last six days at the Mayo Clinic.
Ei, sir.
Sir, is it true that you are 2000 years old?
Oh boy.
-Yes. -You are?
It's hard to believe sir because
in the history of man nobody has ever lived more than 167 years
wich a man from Peru claimed to be.
But you claim to be 2000?
I'll be, not yet. I'll be 2000, October 16th.
You will be 2000. When were you born?
We didn't have formal years and names and writing.
We didn't know. I see.
Nobody kept time.
See, we didn't know.
We didn't write. We just sat around, pointed in the sky
and said wow hot there wow.
-That's all they said? -We didn't even know it was the sun.
You really didn't know anything.
Anything, we were so dumb.
We didn't know who was a lady.
-But they were... -They were with us.
But we didn't know who they was
we didn't know who was the ladies and who was fellows.
You thought they were just different type of fellows.
Yes, stronger or smaller or softer.
The softer ones I think was the ladies all the time.
What about that? How did you find out?
Well, they are cute, a fat guy,
could you could have mistaken him,
soft and cute.
Who is the person who discovered the female?
Bernie.
Who was Bernie?
Bernie, one of the first leaders of our group.

• And he discovered the female?
• Yeah.
  
• How did that happen?
  
• Ladies, ladies here.
  

I'm very interested to find out how Bernie discovered the woman.
-Well, he... -How did he come to find?
One morning
he got up smiling. So he said:
I think there is ladys here.
I said, well, what do you mean, you know?
He said: 'cause in the night.
I was swelled and delighted, see?
So he went into such a story that
it's hundreds of years later, I still blush.
Could you give us the secret of your longevity?
Well, the major thing.
The major thing.
Is that I never, ever touch ripe food.
I don't eat it.
I wouldn't look at it and I don't touch it.
And and I never run for a bus.
There's always another.
Even if even if you're late for work.
You know, I never run for a bus.
I never ran.
I just stroll, jump it, slowly walk to the next bus...
Yeah, well but there were no buses at the time.

• No, in my... -Right.

In my time ahnn...
What was the means of transportation then?
-Mostly fear.
-Fear transported you? -Fear yes.
You could see.
A lion, he would would growl, you would go two miles a minute.
I'd like to find out about some social customs
the origination of social customs.
For instance, singing how that started?
Oh it stems from fear.
-Could you explain? -Because in the old days,
I said old days.
I don't mean the georgian cars.
-Did you.. -I mean rocks and caves...
I'm asking you, sir, how song...
Some song came about when you really had to communicate.
-But in trouble you couldn't say help. -Yes.
But have to use your mouth.
Yes, I know.
Hello.
-I mean, I wouldn't say help, I say good morning.
Yes. You're really...
you know you in trouble.

• But somebody said eeeh eeeeh. -That was the first song.
  
• I don't know.
  
• In other words, fear, right?
  

I was singing.
We thought happiness did.
Oh, and the song came out of it.
A lion is eating my foot off.
Somebody call a cop.
A lion is eating my foot off.
Somebody call a cop.
A lion is eating my foot off.
Somebody call a cop.
A lion is eating my foot of
Somebody call a cop.
Very interesting to hear the derivation of songs
The first songs,
the first songs were all the anthem songs.
We always thought...
We always thought...
Wanna hear an anthem song?
You had an anthem song?
We had a national anthem.
-What was the anthem? -Well, ah...
you see, was only fragment...
-Fragment? -It wasn't a nation.
-Yes. -It was cave, each cave. Yes.
Each cave had a national anthem.
You remember the national anthem of your cave?
Ok. I say I'll never forget it.
You don't forget a national anthem in a minute.
Let them go to the hell
except cave 76.
For instance, how did the custom of two people shaking hands
how the handshake come to be?
The handshake? As you know...
I don't, that's why I'm asking!
The handshake has also stemmed from fear.

• Everything seems to stem from fear.
• Of course.

Everything we do is based on fear.
-Even love? -Mainly love.
How can love stem from fear?
How can love stem from fear?
What do you need a woman for?
You know what you need for?
-In my time? -Yes.
To see if an animal is behind yourself,
you had to get eyes in the back of your head.
you take two eyes that is to be a lady.
I see.
You say, lady, you look behind me for a while.
And that was the first... the first marriages.
What if you take a look behind me ok?
How long you want?Forever, we are married.
You walked back to back to the rest of your life?
Yes. You only look at her once in a while,
when you knew you it was safe?
When I knew I was in a highground.
-The handshakes they started how?
-They started to see if the fellow had a rock
or a dagger in his hand.
Where is you hand? Hi, Charlie.
How you're doing Jumpy, where is you hand?
Then you open it and you look...
And you shook another one.
And that's the way the handshakes started.
Yes, the shake.
May have a stone or a marble to stick in your eye.
In the older days
you should get a snap and all.
How the dancing started?
-Dancing is the same thing. -Fear again?
Just fear. The only thing you could do with a hand
was to see if there was a rock or a marble
or rubber band or nail or something that would stick in your head.
Right. Ok.
But while imobilizing my hand
dancing gets to complete the imobilization.
Dance and keep the feet busy so he can't get you.
Yes, but I think most people are interested
in living a long and fruitful life.
-You mentioned? -Fruit is good food, you mentioned.
Fruit kept me going for 140 years once
when I... was on a very strict diet,
mainly nectarines, I love that fruit
half a peach, half a plum, such a hell of a fruit.
It's not too cold
Not too hot, you know, just nice.
-What if... -A rotten one?
That's how much I love. I'd rather eat a rotten nectarine than a fine plum.
-What do you think about? -I can understand that.
Yes, that's how much I love them.
-Yes, I can understand, sir. -Some good things.
What did you do for a living?
Well, many years ago, thousands.
There was no heavy industry.
We know that.
Most things that we manufactured or we made,
most things we ever made,
was we would make a take a piece of wood
and rub it, rub it and rub it and rub it
then clean it and look at it and hit right with it
and hit a tree with it.
-For what purpose? -Just to keep busy.
There was not. There was absolutely nothing to do, had no job.
What other jobs were there?
Must've been something else besides hitting a tree with
the knowledge, hitting a tree with a
piece of stick was already a good job.
You couldn't get that job.
Mainly was sitting and looking in the sky
was a big job
and another job was watching each other.
-And what language did you speak? -They spoke...
-Rock, basic rock. -Years before Hebrew.
Yes. 200 years before Hebrew was the rock language, the rock talk.
Could you give us an example of that?
Hey, you don't put that rock on me.
Hey, what you do with the rock?
Do you remember you remember your Hebrew sir?
Yes, I would just I think I remember fluent...
Because I understand the modern Hebrew is different from the...

• Yes. The difference in some of the

-phonetic alliteration paterns. -Yes.
Can we hear an example of the ancient Hebrew?
A very ancient Hebrew is...
Oh, hi there, hello.
Hello there. How are you.
-Hi. How are you. -That's English.
-Oh wait, wait. -You remember any Hebrew?
Very little.
I don't think I remember.
I must have forgot a great deal of it.
-I think you forgot it all. -Maybe all, yes.
Maybe all. Thousands of years since I needed it.
Now, sir, did you ever...
Did you ever have any formal job as we know it today?
Yeah, well, I was a manufacturer. I was owner.
What kind of a factory did you have?
I had a I used to make the star of David, Jew stars.
Making a little money?
Where's that? Yeah.
Soon as religion came in, I was one of the first in that.
I figured this was a good thing.
How did you make them? Did you have tools?
Well, we didn't have a lady.
I employed six men each with a point.
They used to run together in the middle of the factory
A great speed, it was huge.
They were making a star.
Yes. We would make two a day because of the many accidents.
Six men running and... you know.
Lots of accidents.
You never thought of going into anything else?
Oh, no, I had an offer once.
-It came to me. Simon. -What Simon asked you to do?
Said he had a new thing, a new item,
a winner, looks like a winning item.
That was gonna be a big seller is called a cross.
And I looked at it and I turned it over
and looked in all sides of it
and I said, it's simple. It's too simple.
I didn't know then. Element.
-I didn't know with such a -You turned him down?
and I said, I'm sorry, but I'm too busy.
See, I could have I could have fired four men,
two men run together, bang, that is a cross.
Would say that I would I would have earned
over a hundred dollars doing that crosses and everything.
Yes, certainly.
Do you have a few moments, sir?
What do you mean? Money or the time.
No, we have to cut way for messages now.
-Okay, let's do it. Is it in English? -Yes.
By the way, sir, are you married?
I have been married several hundred times.
-Several hundred times? -Yes.
You haven't, man. Do you remember all your wives?
-One I remember well. -Which one was that?
The five one, Shyla.
I remeber her well.
I'm afraid to ask the next question, you had many hundreds of wives...
-Hundreds and hundreds. -But how many children you have?
I have over forty two thousand children.
And not one comes to visit me.
It's awful, sir
well, sir, it's really you mean to say there isn't one daughter...
there's many daughters, but, but they
you know how they are, children.
Good luck to them, let them go.
I don't want listen, let them be happy as long they're happy
I don't care. But they could send a note
write how're you Pop how you're doing Pop
you know, they don't.
Sir... ahn, you must have known
some great men in your time, you did travel to...
I knew the greater and the near greater.
Can I ask you about some of these...
Certainly, I'll tell you the true
the true whether I knew or not.
For instance, people are people are
very interested in somebody like Joan of Arc.
A lot has been written about her, we read a lot...
Aah what a kiss.
You knew Joan of Arc?
I went for her, damn it, I went for her.
Nowhere in history do we know of Joan going with it anybody.
Well, they don't print everything.
You did marry her? No.
No. I didn't marry her because she was on a mission.
she used to say to me
she used to say to me, I've got to save France.
I should say I look.
I've got to wash up. You save France.
See you later after you save France. I'll wash up, you know.
-How did you... -Hold it, I... yet.
How did you feel about her being burned at the stake?
Terrible.
I didn't I didn't know.
Sir, how about some of the legendary characters
who supposedly might have existed?
For instance, Robin Hood.
-Did he...? -Oh, yeah. Lovely man.
Ran around in the forest.
Did he really steal from the rich and give to the poor?
No, he didn't.
He stole from everybody and kept everything.
Out of the legend?
Out of the legend let's bring up that
he had a fellow monk, hired a press agent
running all the paper and roll and scroll.
He takes from the rich and gives to the poor, who knew?
You knew you took such a knock in the head
when he robbed you wouldn't knock him down.
-In other words... -A tough guy.
I hate to have our legendary figures smashed
Well, I hate do smashing for you.
So much to discuss, for instance,
-somebody like William Shakespeare -Oh what a pussycat.
-You are saying that you knew -A pussycat.
You did know it, for instance
Oh, that little beard, that cute hair...
He was reputed,
I guess you are agreeing that he was the greatest writer of all times.
Oh no, hey, hold up he was small.
What you mean? You just said he was great.
-Oh boy!
-And I said he was great... -No sir.
A cute man and a pussycat.
William Shakespeare was not a great writer?
Not good writer at all.
He wrote 37 of the greatest.
Shakespeare was not a good writer, no.
He wrote 37 of the greatest.
Would you ever see the original the first folios?
You mean they were edited by someone else?
Never mind the edit, did you see the folios?
No, I never saw them. Did you see?
I saw that folios, your wanna see how they are?
A blast...
A 'm' you know that look like a 'D'
an 'M' didn't look like an 'M'
I know that is a 'V'
Every letter was cockeyed and crazy.
Don't tell me he was a good writer.
The worst printmanship I ever saw in my life.
What he did? He did as it was reputed,
he did write 37 of the greatest plays of...
-38! -I only know 37.
Would you care to look at this list sir?
These items are listed come down to the ages.
-You know one that should be there? -Yes.
What's that?
Queen Alexandra and Morris.
Is there any copy of this unexistent?
This is a play that I put invested money in.
Probably the only one that didn't come to light.
Come to light and closed in Egypt.
Sir, you remember...
you remember any of the dialogue of Queen Alexandra and Morris?
Queen Alexandra turn to Morris and said:
Oh, Morris. What could it have been that I have seen?
Is it not in my marrow or we not have one on ourselves?
And he would say to her:
What are you hollering?
What are you hollering?
-Sir, what... -Wake up the whole castle, you know.
Sir, what did you do 2000 years ago to entertain...
-Walk and wing. -I want to know wether...
-Were there comedians -Oh sure sure, we had.
You remember any of the... 2,000 years ago...
A matter of days, let me see.
I remember one comedian gave us some laughs
while we were hysterical.
Well, who is he? Some good laughs.
Murray the Nut. He gave us a laugh.
A tiger came in the cave one afternoon.
Soothed in uninvited naturally.
Nobody asked how a tiger did walk in.
Tiger came in and Murray, you know, the joker
the tumbling, you know, the Nut
jumps at and grabs the tiger by the tail
yahaa, yahaa, yahaa...
and the tiger turn around and ate him in a minute.
and we get histerical laughing and laughing.
Best joke we ever had.
Oh sir, that's not very funny.
That was all we have, our chaos then that was all we have.
Terrible, I would consider that...
Have to pass me out, Murray took the tiger.
-That was entertainment? -Yes.
I would consider that in the realm of tragedy rather than comedy.
It's a point of view, to me tragedy is... is
if I cut my finger, that's tragedy.
It clinch and I cry and I run around
and I go into Mount Sinai for a day and a half.
I'm very nervous about.
And to me comedy is if you walk into an open sewer
and die, I like that.
Comedy I say.
-My finger is important. -Yes
In the 2000 years you've lived, you've seen a lot of items.
Certainly.
What is the biggest change you've seen?
In two thousand years the greatest thing mankind ever devised
I think in my humble opinion is saran wrap.
You can put a sandwich in it.
You can look through it. You can touch
you can put over your face and fool around and everything.
It's so cool you could wrap up
-You would ate it? -I love it,
put three olives in it and put a little one.
can put ten sandwiches and make up this.
-Whatever you want, It's clean and it sticks with.
-You equate this with... -You can look right through.
You equate this with man's discovery of space?
That was good, that was good.
-Sir, we ah... -Yes, yes.
We have to take time out for message now.
Why do you have to take time out?
You take the message, I'll keep talking.
That was a good message.
Well, sir, if we don't have too much more time
but we all here would like to know your code.
Well, alright, is this it?
A farewell? -A farewell address.
Hello there. This is 2000 years talking to you
from the depths of back there when we was
now I'm still and they not and I just want to say
keep your smile on your face.
And stay out of a Ferrari
or any small Italian car.
stay out of them. I wanna tell you that it's been
it's been a wonderful two thousand years
and you've been a wonderful civilization
and it's been a thrill living for 2,000 years
and eat a nectarine, is the best food ever made.

Hello there! I'm currently trading, buying and selling all sorts of CS:GO skins and inventories via crypto and at all kinds of price ranges. Feel free to DM me or send me an offer with your proposition.

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Everything that is in my inventory is always up for trade!

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Buyouts are negotiable, nothing is set in stone as prices fluctuate. Willing to consider other skins as well as the ones listed for the buyout.

Knives	Float & Notes	B/O: (negotiable and not limited to items listed below)
★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.012 & Black Pearl	2x ★ Butterfly Knife
★ Flip Knife Doppler (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.075 & Ruby	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Autotronic (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Lore (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.27	3x ★ Karambit Slaughter (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.034 & 94% Faded	4x ★ M9 Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New)
★ Butterfly Knife Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.039 & 84% Faded	4x ★ M9 Bayonet
★ Butterfly Knife Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.032 & 82% Faded	4x ★ M9 Bayonet
★ Butterfly Knife Marble Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.020	4x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Marble Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.032	4x ★ Bayonet Lore (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Marble Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.033	4x ★ Bayonet Lore (Field-Tested)
★ Karambit Gamma Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.033 & Phase 2	5x ★ Bayonet Lore (Field-Tested)
★ Skeleton Knife Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.037 & 92% Faded	4x ★ Bayonet Lore (Field-Tested)
★ Karambit Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.025 & 96% Faded	4x ★ Butterfly Knife Ultraviolet (Field-Tested)
★ Huntsman Knife Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.032 & Sapphire	3x ★ Sport Gloves Amphibious (Field-Tested)
★ Huntsman Knife Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.006 & Sapphire	3x ★ Sport Gloves Amphibious (Field-Tested)
★ StatTrak™ Karambit Marble Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.014	4x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife	Float: 0.365	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Lore (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.445	3x ★ Nomad Knife Slaughter (Factory New)
★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.035	3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.035	3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.026	3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.049	3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.027	3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.042	3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.060	3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.033	3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.047 & Phase 4	4x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.032 & Phase 2	3x ★ Butterfly Knife Night (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.032 & Phase 1	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.034 & Phase 3	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.035 & Phase 3	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.042 & Phase 3	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.028 & Phase 3	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Autotronic (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.356	3x ★ ★ Nomad Knife Slaughter (Factory New)
★ Butterfly Knife Autotronic (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.336	3x ★ ★ Nomad Knife Slaughter (Factory New)
★ Butterfly Knife Autotronic (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.297	3x ★ ★ Nomad Knife Slaughter (Factory New)
★ StatTrak™ Butterfly Knife Autotronic (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.340	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Slaughter (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Slaughter (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.086	3x ★ Bayonet Autotronic (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Slaughter (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.127	3x ★ Bayonet Autotronic (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Black Laminate (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.322	3x ★ Karambit Stained (Well-Worn)
★ Karambit Gamma Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.020 & Phase 1 & Clean corner	3x ★ Talon Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested)
★ Karambit Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.008	3x ★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Factory New)
★ Karambit Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.022	3x ★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Factory New)
★ Karambit Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.032	3x ★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Factory New)
★ Karambit Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.033	3x ★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Factory New)
★ Nomad Knife Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.032 & 90% Faded	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested)
★ Karambit Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.013 & Phase 2	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Minimal Wear)
★ Karambit Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.009 & Phase 1	3x ★ Flip Knife Autotronic (Minimal Wear)
★ Karambit Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.014 & Phase 1	3x ★ Flip Knife Autotronic (Minimal Wear)
★ Karambit Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.058 & Phase 1	3x ★ Flip Knife Autotronic (Minimal Wear)
★ Karambit Lore (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.27	★ M9 Bayonet Autotronic (Minimal Wear)
★ StatTrak™ Karambit Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.010 & Phase 1	3x ★ Flip Knife Autotronic (Minimal Wear)
★ StatTrak™ Karambit Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.011 & Phase 2	3x ★ Flip Knife Autotronic (Minimal Wear)
★ Skeleton Knife	Float: 0.262	3x ★ Karambit Urban Masked (Field-Tested)
★ Skeleton Knife	Float: 0.506	3x ★ Karambit Urban Masked (Field-Tested)
★ M9 Bayonet Lore (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.305	3x ★ Talon Knife Stained (Field-Tested)
★ StatTrak™ Talon Knife Marble Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.011	3x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Night (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.146	3x ★ Talon Knife Stained (Field-Tested)
★ M9 Bayonet Gamma Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.019 & Phase 1	3x ★ Flip Knife Slaughter (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.138	3x ★ Survival Knife Slaughter (Factory New)
★ M9 Bayonet Autotronic (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.124	3x ★ Survival Knife Slaughter (Factory New)
★ Karambit Damascus Steel (Factory New)	Float: 0.043	2x ★ Bayonet Slaughter (Field-Tested)
★ Karambit Damascus Steel (Factory New)	Float: 0.049	2x ★ Bayonet Slaughter (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Damascus Steel (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.221	2x ★ Karambit Stained (Well-Worn)
★ StatTrak™ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.019 & Phase 1	2x ★ Talon Knife Stained (Well-Worn)
★ Butterfly Knife Bright Water (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.429	2x ★ Flip Knife Lore (Minimal Wear)
★ StatTrak™ Karambit	Float: 0.162	2x ★ Skeleton Knife Night Stripe (Minimal Wear)
★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.056 & Phase 4	2x ★ Skeleton Knife
★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.035 & Phase 2	2x ★ M9 Bayonet
★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.032 & Phase 3	2x ★ Skeleton Knife
★ Gut Knife Gamma Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.013 & Emerald	★ Butterfly Knife Damascus Steel (Well-Worn)
★ Gut Knife Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.026 & Sapphire	★ Talon Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New)
★ Butterfly Knife Damascus Steel (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.404	2x ★ Paracord Knife Slaughter (Factory New)
★ Bayonet Gamma Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.007 & Phase 4	2x ★ Karambit Rust Coat (Battle-Scarred)
★ StatTrak™ Talon Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.021	2x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested)
★ Karambit Crimson Web (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.166	2x ★ Karambit Rust Coat (Battle-Scarred)
★ Karambit Autotronic (Battle-Scarred)	Float: 0.707	2x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Well-Worn)
★ Classic Knife Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.002	2x ★ Driver Gloves Black Tie (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Rust Coat (Battle-Scarred)	Float: 0.575	2x ★ Classic Knife
★ Skeleton Knife Case Hardened (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.268	2x ★ Talon Knife Ultraviolet (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Ultraviolet (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.400	2x ★ Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear)
★ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.028 & Phase 2	2x ★ Bayonet Black Laminate (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.033 & Phase 1	2x ★ Stiletto Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.034 & Phase 1	2x ★ Stiletto Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.006 & Phase 3	2x ★ Stiletto Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.013 & Phase 3	2x ★ Stiletto Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Stained (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.440	2x ★ Skeleton Knife Forest DDPAT (Minimal Wear)
★ Talon Knife Slaughter (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.086	2x ★ Karambit Urban Masked (Field-Tested)
★ Karambit Bright Water (Factory New)	Float: 0.047	2x ★ M9 Bayonet Stained (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet Slaughter (Factory New)	Float: 0.034	2x ★ Huntsman Knife Slaughter (Factory New)
★ StatTrak™ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.008	2x ★ Bayonet Black Laminate (Well-Worn)
★ Huntsman Knife Lore (Factory New)	Float: 0.057	★ Butterfly Knife Urban Masked (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.022	2x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.027	2x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.028	2x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.033	2x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.035	2x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.041	2x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet	Float: 0.319	2x ★ Skeleton Knife Forest DDPAT (Minimal Wear)
★ Bayonet	Float: 0.694	2x ★ Skeleton Knife Forest DDPAT (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Boreal Forest (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.241	2x ★ Bayonet Black Laminate (Well-Worn)
★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.149	2x ★ Bayonet Black Laminate (Well-Worn)
★ Butterfly Knife Forest DDPAT (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.187	2x ★ Bayonet Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ Skeleton Knife Stained (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.142	2x ★ Bayonet Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Battle-Scarred)	Float: 0.508	2x ★ Bayonet Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)

...AND MANY MORE KNIVES IN MY INVENTORY

Gloves	Float & Notes	B/O: (negotiable and not limited to items listed below)
★ Sport Gloves Pandora's Box (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.36	3x ★ Skeleton Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested)
★ Sport Gloves Superconductor (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.35	3x ★ Karambit Black Laminate (Well-Worn)
★ Sport Gloves Hedge Maze (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.35	2x ★ M9 Bayonet Lore (Field-Tested)
★ Sport Gloves Vice (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.37	2x ★ Sport Gloves Amphibious (Field-Tested)
★ Moto Gloves Spearmint (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.30	3x ★ Karambit Black Laminate (Well-Worn)
★ Moto Gloves Spearmint (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.35	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear)
★ Specialist Gloves Fade (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.131	2x ★ M9 Bayonet Autotronic (Minimal Wear)
★ Hand Wraps Cobalt Skulls (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.084	3x ★ Karambit Damascus Steel (Field-Tested)
★ Sport Gloves Hedge Maze (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.412	2x ★ M9 Bayonet Autotronic (Well-Worn)
★ Sport Gloves Vice (Battle-Scarred)	Float: 0.777	2x ★ Bayonet Autotronic (Well-Worn)
★ Sport Gloves Vice (Battle-Scarred)	Float: 0.750	2x ★ Bayonet Autotronic (Well-Worn)
★ Sport Gloves Amphibious (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.35	2x ★ Karambit Ultraviolet (Field-Tested)
★ Sport Gloves Amphibious (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.37	2x ★ Karambit Ultraviolet (Field-Tested)
★ Sport Gloves Slingshot (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.36	2x ★ Karambit Ultraviolet (Field-Tested)
★ Specialist Gloves Tiger Strike (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.33	2x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Factory New)
★ Specialist Gloves Tiger Strike (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.36	2x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Factory New)
★ Hand Wraps Slaughter (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.136	2x ★ Flip Knife Lore (Field-Tested)
★ Specialist Gloves Field Agent (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.354	2x ★ Flip Knife Lore (Field-Tested)
★ Specialist Gloves Fade (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.283	2x ★ Bayonet Case Hardened (Well-Worn)
★ Moto Gloves Turtle (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.140	★ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)
★ Sport Gloves Nocts (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.374	★ Skeleton Knife Blue Steel (Field-Tested)
★ Specialist Gloves Emerald Web (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.391	★ Karambit Ultraviolet (Field-Tested)
★ Driver Gloves Imperial Plaid (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.316	★ Karambit Rust Coat (Battle-Scarred)
★ Driver Gloves Crimson Weave (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.288	★ M9 Bayonet Case Hardened (Minimal Wear)
★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.153	★ Butterfly Knife Ultraviolet (Well-Worn)
★ Hand Wraps CAUTION! (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.377	★ M9 Bayonet Bright Water (Minimal Wear)
★ Hand Wraps CAUTION! (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.374	★ M9 Bayonet Bright Water (Minimal Wear)
★ Sport Gloves Omega (Battle-Scarred)	Float: 0.768	★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh (Field-Tested)
★ Driver Gloves Lunar Weave (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.129	★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh (Field-Tested)
★ Sport Gloves Nocts (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.384	★ Karambit Forest DDPAT (Minimal Wear)
★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Web (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.370	★ M9 Bayonet Damascus Steel (Field-Tested)
★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Web (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.366	★ M9 Bayonet Damascus Steel (Field-Tested)
★ Moto Gloves Finish Line (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.281	★ Karambit Boreal Forest (Field-Tested)
★ Specialist Gloves Fade (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.387	★ Talon Knife
★ Moto Gloves Polygon (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.259	★ Classic Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested)
★ Moto Gloves Polygon (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.281	★ Classic Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested)
★ Moto Gloves Polygon (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.326	★ Classic Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested)
★ Moto Gloves Polygon (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.360	★ Classic Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested)
★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.416	★ Talon Knife Case Hardened (Well-Worn)
★ Sport Gloves Slingshot (Battle-Scarred)	Float: 0.704	★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested)
★ Specialist Gloves Marble Fade (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.416	★ Bayonet Autotronic (Battle-Scarred)
★ Moto Gloves Smoke Out (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.355	★ Bayonet Freehand (Factory New)

...AND MANY MORE GLOVES IN MY INVENTORY

Weapon Skins	Float & Notes	B/O: (negotiable and not limited to items listed below)
AK-47 Case Hardened (Well-Worn)	0.39 Float & Pattern #321 Blue Gem	8x ★ Butterfly Knife Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
AWP Desert Hydra (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.14	4x ★ Karambit Freehand (Factory New)
AWP Medusa (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.20 & Skadoodle (Gold)	4x ★ M9 Bayonet Autotronic (Well-Worn)
AWP Medusa (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.42 & Crown (Foil)	4x ★ Butterfly Knife Rust Coat (Battle-Scarred)
AK-47 Hydroponic (Factory New)	Float: 0.054	3x ★ Driver Gloves King Snake (Field-Tested)
AK-47 Hydroponic (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.141	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Factory New)
MP9 Wild Lily (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.088	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Factory New)
AK-47 Fire Serpent (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.250	2x ★ Bayonet Autotronic (Well-Worn)
AK-47 Fire Serpent (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.280	2x ★ Karambit Bright Water (Field-Tested)
AK-47 Fire Serpent (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.365	★ Karambit
M4A1-S Hot Rod (Factory New)	Float: 0.014	★ Bayonet Marble Fade (Factory New)
M4A1-S Hot Rod (Factory New)	Float: 0.025	★ Karambit Black Laminate (Minimal Wear)
Desert Eagle Blaze (Factory New)	Float: 0.032	★ Skeleton Knife Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
AK-47 Vulcan (Factory New)	Float: 0.061	★ Butterfly Knife Night (Well-Worn)
AWP Lightning Strike (Factory New)	Float: 0.034	★ Karambit Bright Water (Minimal Wear)
AWP Lightning Strike (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.074	★ Karambit Bright Water (Minimal Wear)
AK-47 Fire Serpent (Battle-Scarred)	Float: 0.515 & IBP 2014 COL HOLO	★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)
AK-47 Fire Serpent (Battle-Scarred)	Float: 0.727	★ Butterfly Knife Safari Mesh (Field-Tested)
AUG Akihabara Accept (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.431	★ Butterfly Knife Safari Mesh (Field-Tested)
AWP Oni Taiji (Factory New)	Float: 0.048	★ Talon Knife
AK-47 Panthera onca (Factory New)	Float: 0.063	★ Ursus Knife Marble Fade (Factory New)

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Hello there! I'm currently trading, buying and selling all sorts of CS:GO skins and inventories via crypto and at all kinds of price ranges. Feel free to DM me or send me an offer with your proposition.

The best way to reach me is by sending me a trade offer via the link below!

Everything that is in my inventory is always up for trade!

If you're looking to sell your skins, I'll be glad to purchase them.

Steam Profile

Inventory Link

Open to any kind of item offers // Feel free to send me trade offers via my trade link below!

Trade Link

Buyouts are negotiable, nothing is set in stone as prices fluctuate. Willing to consider other skins as well as the ones listed for the buyout.

Knives	Float & Notes	B/O: (negotiable and not limited to items listed below)
★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.012 & Black Pearl	2x ★ Butterfly Knife
★ Flip Knife Doppler (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.075 & Ruby	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Autotronic (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Lore (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.27	3x ★ Karambit Slaughter (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.034 & 94% Faded	4x ★ M9 Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New)
★ Butterfly Knife Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.039 & 84% Faded	4x ★ M9 Bayonet
★ Butterfly Knife Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.032 & 82% Faded	4x ★ M9 Bayonet
★ Butterfly Knife Marble Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.020	4x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Marble Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.032	4x ★ Bayonet Lore (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Marble Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.033	4x ★ Bayonet Lore (Field-Tested)
★ Karambit Gamma Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.033 & Phase 2	5x ★ Bayonet Lore (Field-Tested)
★ Skeleton Knife Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.037 & 92% Faded	4x ★ Bayonet Lore (Field-Tested)
★ Karambit Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.025 & 96% Faded	4x ★ Butterfly Knife Ultraviolet (Field-Tested)
★ Huntsman Knife Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.032 & Sapphire	3x ★ Sport Gloves Amphibious (Field-Tested)
★ Huntsman Knife Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.006 & Sapphire	3x ★ Sport Gloves Amphibious (Field-Tested)
★ StatTrak™ Karambit Marble Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.014	4x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife	Float: 0.365	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Lore (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.445	3x ★ Nomad Knife Slaughter (Factory New)
★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.035	3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.035	3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.026	3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.049	3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.027	3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.042	3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.060	3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.033	3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.047 & Phase 4	4x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.032 & Phase 2	3x ★ Butterfly Knife Night (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.032 & Phase 1	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.034 & Phase 3	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.035 & Phase 3	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.042 & Phase 3	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.028 & Phase 3	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Autotronic (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.356	3x ★ ★ Nomad Knife Slaughter (Factory New)
★ Butterfly Knife Autotronic (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.336	3x ★ ★ Nomad Knife Slaughter (Factory New)
★ Butterfly Knife Autotronic (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.297	3x ★ ★ Nomad Knife Slaughter (Factory New)
★ StatTrak™ Butterfly Knife Autotronic (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.340	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Slaughter (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Slaughter (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.086	3x ★ Bayonet Autotronic (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Slaughter (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.127	3x ★ Bayonet Autotronic (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Black Laminate (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.322	3x ★ Karambit Stained (Well-Worn)
★ Karambit Gamma Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.020 & Phase 1 & Clean corner	3x ★ Talon Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested)
★ Karambit Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.008	3x ★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Factory New)
★ Karambit Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.022	3x ★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Factory New)
★ Karambit Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.032	3x ★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Factory New)
★ Karambit Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.033	3x ★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Factory New)
★ Nomad Knife Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.032 & 90% Faded	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested)
★ Karambit Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.013 & Phase 2	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Minimal Wear)
★ Karambit Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.009 & Phase 1	3x ★ Flip Knife Autotronic (Minimal Wear)
★ Karambit Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.014 & Phase 1	3x ★ Flip Knife Autotronic (Minimal Wear)
★ Karambit Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.058 & Phase 1	3x ★ Flip Knife Autotronic (Minimal Wear)
★ Karambit Lore (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.27	★ M9 Bayonet Autotronic (Minimal Wear)
★ StatTrak™ Karambit Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.010 & Phase 1	3x ★ Flip Knife Autotronic (Minimal Wear)
★ StatTrak™ Karambit Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.011 & Phase 2	3x ★ Flip Knife Autotronic (Minimal Wear)
★ Skeleton Knife	Float: 0.262	3x ★ Karambit Urban Masked (Field-Tested)
★ Skeleton Knife	Float: 0.506	3x ★ Karambit Urban Masked (Field-Tested)
★ M9 Bayonet Lore (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.305	3x ★ Talon Knife Stained (Field-Tested)
★ StatTrak™ Talon Knife Marble Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.011	3x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Night (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.146	3x ★ Talon Knife Stained (Field-Tested)
★ M9 Bayonet Gamma Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.019 & Phase 1	3x ★ Flip Knife Slaughter (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.138	3x ★ Survival Knife Slaughter (Factory New)
★ M9 Bayonet Autotronic (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.124	3x ★ Survival Knife Slaughter (Factory New)
★ Karambit Damascus Steel (Factory New)	Float: 0.043	2x ★ Bayonet Slaughter (Field-Tested)
★ Karambit Damascus Steel (Factory New)	Float: 0.049	2x ★ Bayonet Slaughter (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Damascus Steel (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.221	2x ★ Karambit Stained (Well-Worn)
★ StatTrak™ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.019 & Phase 1	2x ★ Talon Knife Stained (Well-Worn)
★ Butterfly Knife Bright Water (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.429	2x ★ Flip Knife Lore (Minimal Wear)
★ StatTrak™ Karambit	Float: 0.162	2x ★ Skeleton Knife Night Stripe (Minimal Wear)
★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.056 & Phase 4	2x ★ Skeleton Knife
★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.035 & Phase 2	2x ★ M9 Bayonet
★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.032 & Phase 3	2x ★ Skeleton Knife
★ Gut Knife Gamma Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.013 & Emerald	★ Butterfly Knife Damascus Steel (Well-Worn)
★ Gut Knife Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.026 & Sapphire	★ Talon Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New)
★ Butterfly Knife Damascus Steel (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.404	2x ★ Paracord Knife Slaughter (Factory New)
★ Bayonet Gamma Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.007 & Phase 4	2x ★ Karambit Rust Coat (Battle-Scarred)
★ StatTrak™ Talon Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.021	2x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested)
★ Karambit Crimson Web (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.166	2x ★ Karambit Rust Coat (Battle-Scarred)
★ Karambit Autotronic (Battle-Scarred)	Float: 0.707	2x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Well-Worn)
★ Classic Knife Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.002	2x ★ Driver Gloves Black Tie (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Rust Coat (Battle-Scarred)	Float: 0.575	2x ★ Classic Knife
★ Skeleton Knife Case Hardened (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.268	2x ★ Talon Knife Ultraviolet (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Ultraviolet (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.400	2x ★ Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear)
★ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.028 & Phase 2	2x ★ Bayonet Black Laminate (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.033 & Phase 1	2x ★ Stiletto Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.034 & Phase 1	2x ★ Stiletto Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.006 & Phase 3	2x ★ Stiletto Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.013 & Phase 3	2x ★ Stiletto Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Stained (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.440	2x ★ Skeleton Knife Forest DDPAT (Minimal Wear)
★ Talon Knife Slaughter (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.086	2x ★ Karambit Urban Masked (Field-Tested)
★ Karambit Bright Water (Factory New)	Float: 0.047	2x ★ M9 Bayonet Stained (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet Slaughter (Factory New)	Float: 0.034	2x ★ Huntsman Knife Slaughter (Factory New)
★ StatTrak™ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.008	2x ★ Bayonet Black Laminate (Well-Worn)
★ Huntsman Knife Lore (Factory New)	Float: 0.057	★ Butterfly Knife Urban Masked (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.022	2x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.027	2x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.028	2x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.033	2x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.035	2x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.041	2x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet	Float: 0.319	2x ★ Skeleton Knife Forest DDPAT (Minimal Wear)
★ Bayonet	Float: 0.694	2x ★ Skeleton Knife Forest DDPAT (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Boreal Forest (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.241	2x ★ Bayonet Black Laminate (Well-Worn)
★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.149	2x ★ Bayonet Black Laminate (Well-Worn)
★ Butterfly Knife Forest DDPAT (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.187	2x ★ Bayonet Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ Skeleton Knife Stained (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.142	2x ★ Bayonet Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Battle-Scarred)	Float: 0.508	2x ★ Bayonet Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)

...AND MANY MORE KNIVES IN MY INVENTORY

Gloves	Float & Notes	B/O: (negotiable and not limited to items listed below)
★ Sport Gloves Pandora's Box (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.36	3x ★ Skeleton Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested)
★ Sport Gloves Superconductor (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.35	3x ★ Karambit Black Laminate (Well-Worn)
★ Sport Gloves Hedge Maze (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.35	2x ★ M9 Bayonet Lore (Field-Tested)
★ Sport Gloves Vice (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.37	2x ★ Sport Gloves Amphibious (Field-Tested)
★ Moto Gloves Spearmint (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.30	3x ★ Karambit Black Laminate (Well-Worn)
★ Moto Gloves Spearmint (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.35	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear)
★ Specialist Gloves Fade (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.131	2x ★ M9 Bayonet Autotronic (Minimal Wear)
★ Hand Wraps Cobalt Skulls (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.084	3x ★ Karambit Damascus Steel (Field-Tested)
★ Sport Gloves Hedge Maze (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.412	2x ★ M9 Bayonet Autotronic (Well-Worn)
★ Sport Gloves Vice (Battle-Scarred)	Float: 0.777	2x ★ Bayonet Autotronic (Well-Worn)
★ Sport Gloves Vice (Battle-Scarred)	Float: 0.750	2x ★ Bayonet Autotronic (Well-Worn)
★ Sport Gloves Amphibious (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.35	2x ★ Karambit Ultraviolet (Field-Tested)
★ Sport Gloves Amphibious (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.37	2x ★ Karambit Ultraviolet (Field-Tested)
★ Sport Gloves Slingshot (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.36	2x ★ Karambit Ultraviolet (Field-Tested)
★ Specialist Gloves Tiger Strike (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.33	2x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Factory New)
★ Specialist Gloves Tiger Strike (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.36	2x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Factory New)
★ Hand Wraps Slaughter (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.136	2x ★ Flip Knife Lore (Field-Tested)
★ Specialist Gloves Field Agent (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.354	2x ★ Flip Knife Lore (Field-Tested)
★ Specialist Gloves Fade (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.283	2x ★ Bayonet Case Hardened (Well-Worn)
★ Moto Gloves Turtle (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.140	★ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)
★ Sport Gloves Nocts (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.374	★ Skeleton Knife Blue Steel (Field-Tested)
★ Specialist Gloves Emerald Web (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.391	★ Karambit Ultraviolet (Field-Tested)
★ Driver Gloves Imperial Plaid (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.316	★ Karambit Rust Coat (Battle-Scarred)
★ Driver Gloves Crimson Weave (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.288	★ M9 Bayonet Case Hardened (Minimal Wear)
★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.153	★ Butterfly Knife Ultraviolet (Well-Worn)
★ Hand Wraps CAUTION! (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.377	★ M9 Bayonet Bright Water (Minimal Wear)
★ Hand Wraps CAUTION! (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.374	★ M9 Bayonet Bright Water (Minimal Wear)
★ Sport Gloves Omega (Battle-Scarred)	Float: 0.768	★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh (Field-Tested)
★ Driver Gloves Lunar Weave (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.129	★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh (Field-Tested)
★ Sport Gloves Nocts (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.384	★ Karambit Forest DDPAT (Minimal Wear)
★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Web (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.370	★ M9 Bayonet Damascus Steel (Field-Tested)
★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Web (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.366	★ M9 Bayonet Damascus Steel (Field-Tested)
★ Moto Gloves Finish Line (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.281	★ Karambit Boreal Forest (Field-Tested)
★ Specialist Gloves Fade (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.387	★ Talon Knife
★ Moto Gloves Polygon (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.259	★ Classic Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested)
★ Moto Gloves Polygon (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.281	★ Classic Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested)
★ Moto Gloves Polygon (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.326	★ Classic Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested)
★ Moto Gloves Polygon (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.360	★ Classic Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested)
★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.416	★ Talon Knife Case Hardened (Well-Worn)
★ Sport Gloves Slingshot (Battle-Scarred)	Float: 0.704	★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested)
★ Specialist Gloves Marble Fade (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.416	★ Bayonet Autotronic (Battle-Scarred)
★ Moto Gloves Smoke Out (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.355	★ Bayonet Freehand (Factory New)

...AND MANY MORE GLOVES IN MY INVENTORY

Weapon Skins	Float & Notes	B/O: (negotiable and not limited to items listed below)
AK-47 Case Hardened (Well-Worn)	0.39 Float & Pattern #321 Blue Gem	8x ★ Butterfly Knife Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
AWP Desert Hydra (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.14	4x ★ Karambit Freehand (Factory New)
AWP Medusa (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.20 & Skadoodle (Gold)	4x ★ M9 Bayonet Autotronic (Well-Worn)
AWP Medusa (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.42 & Crown (Foil)	4x ★ Butterfly Knife Rust Coat (Battle-Scarred)
AK-47 Hydroponic (Factory New)	Float: 0.054	3x ★ Driver Gloves King Snake (Field-Tested)
AK-47 Hydroponic (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.141	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Factory New)
MP9 Wild Lily (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.088	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Factory New)
AK-47 Fire Serpent (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.250	2x ★ Bayonet Autotronic (Well-Worn)
AK-47 Fire Serpent (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.280	2x ★ Karambit Bright Water (Field-Tested)
AK-47 Fire Serpent (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.365	★ Karambit
M4A1-S Hot Rod (Factory New)	Float: 0.014	★ Bayonet Marble Fade (Factory New)
M4A1-S Hot Rod (Factory New)	Float: 0.025	★ Karambit Black Laminate (Minimal Wear)
Desert Eagle Blaze (Factory New)	Float: 0.032	★ Skeleton Knife Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
AK-47 Vulcan (Factory New)	Float: 0.061	★ Butterfly Knife Night (Well-Worn)
AWP Lightning Strike (Factory New)	Float: 0.034	★ Karambit Bright Water (Minimal Wear)
AWP Lightning Strike (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.074	★ Karambit Bright Water (Minimal Wear)
AK-47 Fire Serpent (Battle-Scarred)	Float: 0.515 & IBP 2014 COL HOLO	★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)
AK-47 Fire Serpent (Battle-Scarred)	Float: 0.727	★ Butterfly Knife Safari Mesh (Field-Tested)
AUG Akihabara Accept (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.431	★ Butterfly Knife Safari Mesh (Field-Tested)
AWP Oni Taiji (Factory New)	Float: 0.048	★ Talon Knife
AK-47 Panthera onca (Factory New)	Float: 0.063	★ Ursus Knife Marble Fade (Factory New)

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``` obs debug: Found portal inhibitor debug: Attempted path: share/obs/obs-studio/locale/en-US.ini debug: Attempted path: /usshare/obs/obs-studio/locale/en-US.ini debug: Attempted path: share/obs/obs-studio/locale.ini debug: Attempted path: /usshare/obs/obs-studio/locale.ini debug: Attempted path: share/obs/obs-studio/locale/en-GB.ini debug: Attempted path: /usshare/obs/obs-studio/locale/en-GB.ini info: Using preferred locale 'en-GB' debug: Attempted path: share/obs/obs-studio/themes debug: Attempted path: /usshare/obs/obs-studio/themes debug: Attempted path: share/obs/obs-studio/themes/Yami.qss debug: Attempted path: /usshare/obs/obs-studio/themes/Yami.qss info: Platform: Wayland info: CPU Name: AMD Ryzen 5 5500U with Radeon Graphics info: CPU Speed: 1397.311MHz info: Physical Cores: 6, Logical Cores: 12 info: Physical Memory: 15317MB Total, 1947MB Free info: Kernel Version: Linux 6.7.12-amd64 info: Distribution: "Debian GNU/Linux" Unknown info: Desktop Environment: KDE (KDE) info: Session Type: wayland info: Qt Version: 6.4.2 (runtime), 6.4.2 (compiled) info: Portable mode: false info: OBS 30.1.2.1-1 (linux) info: --------------------------------- info: --------------------------------- info: audio settings reset: samples per sec: 48000 speakers: 2 max buffering: 960 milliseconds buffering type: dynamically increasing info: --------------------------------- info: Initializing OpenGL... info: Using EGL/Wayland info: Initialized EGL 1.5 info: Loading up OpenGL on adapter AMD AMD Radeon Graphics (radeonsi, renoir, LLVM 17.0.6, DRM 3.57, 6.7.12-amd64) info: OpenGL loaded successfully, version 4.6 (Core Profile) Mesa 24.0.6-1+b1, shading language 4.60 info: --------------------------------- info: video settings reset: base resolution: 1920x1080 output resolution: 1280x720 downscale filter: Bicubic fps: 30/1 format: NV12 YUV mode: Rec. 709/Partial info: NV12 texture support not available info: P010 texture support not available info: Audio monitoring device: name: Default id: default info: --------------------------------- warning: Failed to load 'en-US' text for module: 'decklink-captions.so' warning: Failed to load 'en-US' text for module: 'decklink-output-ui.so' libDeckLinkAPI.so: cannot open shared object file: No such file or directory warning: A DeckLink iterator could not be created. The DeckLink drivers may not be installed warning: Failed to initialize module 'decklink.so' info: [pipewire] Available captures: info: [pipewire] - Desktop capture info: [pipewire] - Window capture warning: v4l2loopback not installed, virtual camera disabled warning: LIBVA_DRIVER_NAME variable is set, this could prevent FFmpeg VAAPI from working correctly info: VAAPI: API version 1.20 info: FFmpeg VAAPI H264 encoding supported info: FFmpeg VAAPI AV1 encoding not supported info: FFmpeg VAAPI HEVC encoding supported info: [obs-websocket] [obs_module_load] you can haz websockets (Version: 5.4.2 RPC Version: 1) info: [obs-websocket] [obs_module_load] Qt version (compile-time): 6.4.2 Qt version (run-time): 6.4.2 info: [obs-websocket] [obs_module_load] Linked ASIO Version: 102801 info: [obs-websocket] [obs_module_load] Module loaded. info: [vlc-video]: VLC 3.0.20 Vetinari found, VLC video source enabled info: --------------------------------- info: Loaded Modules: info: vlc-video.so info: text-freetype2.so info: rtmp-services.so info: obs-x264.so info: obs-websocket.so info: obs-transitions.so info: obs-outputs.so info: obs-filters.so info: obs-ffmpeg.so info: linux-v4l2.so info: linux-pulseaudio.so info: linux-pipewire.so info: linux-jack.so info: linux-capture.so info: linux-alsa.so info: image-source.so info: frontend-tools.so info: decklink-output-ui.so info: decklink-captions.so info: --------------------------------- info: ==== Startup complete =============================================== info: All scene data cleared info: ------------------------------------------------ info: pulse-input: Server name: 'PulseAudio (on PipeWire 1.0.5) 15.0.0' info: pulse-input: Audio format: s32le, 48000 Hz, 2 channels info: pulse-input: Started recording from 'alsa_output.pci-0000_04_00.6.HiFi__hw_Generic_1__sink.monitor' (default) info: [Loaded global audio device]: 'Desktop Audio' info: pulse-input: Server name: 'PulseAudio (on PipeWire 1.0.5) 15.0.0' info: pulse-input: Audio format: s32le, 48000 Hz, 2 channels info: pulse-input: Started recording from 'alsa_input.pci-0000_04_00.6.HiFi__hw_acp__source' (default) info: [Loaded global audio device]: 'Mic/Aux' info: PipeWire initialized info: Switched to scene 'Scene' info: ------------------------------------------------ info: Loaded scenes: info: - scene 'Scene': info: - source: 'Screen Capture (PipeWire)' (pipewire-desktop-capture-source) info: ------------------------------------------------ info: [pipewire] Screencast session created info: [pipewire] Asking for desktop warning: [pipewire] Failed to start screencast, denied or cancelled by user info: adding 21 milliseconds of audio buffering, total audio buffering is now 21 milliseconds (source: Desktop Audi o) warning: [rtmp-services plugin] Remote update of URL "https://obsproject.com/obs2_update/rtmp-services/v5/package.j son" failed: info: PipeWire initialized info: [pipewire] Screencast session created info: [pipewire] Asking for desktop warning: [pipewire] Failed to start screencast, denied or cancelled by user info: PipeWire initialized info: [pipewire] Screencast session created info: [pipewire] Asking for desktop warning: [pipewire] Failed to start screencast, denied or cancelled by user info: ==== Shutting down ================================================== info: pulse-input: Stopped recording from 'alsa_output.pci-0000_04_00.6.HiFi__hw_Generic_1__sink.monitor' info: pulse-input: Got 1221 packets with 1465200 frames info: pulse-input: Stopped recording from 'alsa_input.pci-0000_04_00.6.HiFi__hw_acp__source' info: pulse-input: Got 1220 packets with 1464000 frames info: All scene data cleared info: ------------------------------------------------ info: [obs-websocket] [obs_module_unload] Shutting down... error: Tried to call obs_frontend_remove_event_callback with no callbacks! info: [obs-websocket] [obs_module_unload] Finished shutting down. info: [Scripting] Total detached callbacks: 0 info: Freeing OBS context data info: == Profiler Results ============================= info: run_program_init: 688.679 ms info: ┣OBSApp::AppInit: 4.944 ms info: ┃ ┗OBSApp::InitLocale: 0.901 ms info: ┗OBSApp::OBSInit: 650.323 ms info: ┣obs_startup: 2.632 ms info: ┗OBSBasic::OBSInit: 612.048 ms info: ┣OBSBasic::InitBasicConfig: 0.159 ms info: ┣OBSBasic::ResetAudio: 0.364 ms info: ┣OBSBasic::ResetVideo: 106.805 ms info: ┃ ┗obs_init_graphics: 103.059 ms info: ┃ ┗shader compilation: 31.469 ms info: ┣OBSBasic::InitOBSCallbacks: 0.008 ms info: ┣OBSBasic::InitHotkeys: 0.039 ms info: ┣obs_load_all_modules2: 411.631 ms info: ┃ ┣obs_init_module(decklink-captions.so): 0 ms info: ┃ ┣obs_init_module(decklink-output-ui.so): 0 ms info: ┃ ┣obs_init_module(decklink.so): 0.192 ms info: ┃ ┣obs_init_module(frontend-tools.so): 19.278 ms info: ┃ ┣obs_init_module(image-source.so): 0.012 ms info: ┃ ┣obs_init_module(linux-alsa.so): 0.003 ms info: ┃ ┣obs_init_module(linux-capture.so): 0.001 ms info: ┃ ┣obs_init_module(linux-jack.so): 0.005 ms info: ┃ ┣obs_init_module(linux-pipewire.so): 19.888 ms info: ┃ ┣obs_init_module(linux-pulseaudio.so): 0.006 ms info: ┃ ┣obs_init_module(linux-v4l2.so): 3.116 ms info: ┃ ┣obs_init_module(obs-ffmpeg.so): 29.419 ms info: ┃ ┃ ┗nvenc_check: 0.978 ms info: ┃ ┣obs_init_module(obs-filters.so): 0.028 ms info: ┃ ┣obs_init_module(obs-outputs.so): 0.005 ms info: ┃ ┣obs_init_module(obs-transitions.so): 0.019 ms info: ┃ ┣obs_init_module(obs-websocket.so): 4.634 ms info: ┃ ┣obs_init_module(obs-x264.so): 0.005 ms info: ┃ ┣obs_init_module(rtmp-services.so): 0.641 ms info: ┃ ┣obs_init_module(text-freetype2.so): 0.018 ms info: ┃ ┗obs_init_module(vlc-video.so): 2.247 ms info: ┣OBSBasic::InitService: 1.334 ms info: ┣OBSBasic::ResetOutputs: 0.232 ms info: ┣OBSBasic::CreateHotkeys: 0.029 ms info: ┣OBSBasic::InitPrimitives: 0.09 ms info: ┗OBSBasic::Load: 47.236 ms info: obs_hotkey_thread(25 ms): min=0 ms, median=0.001 ms, max=0.015 ms, 99th percentile=0.002 ms, 100% below 25 ms info: audio_thread(Audio): min=0.013 ms, median=0.047 ms, max=3.06 ms, 99th percentile=0.146 ms info: obs_graphics_thread(33.3333 ms): min=0.275 ms, median=0.982 ms, max=18.942 ms, 99th percentile=2.125 ms, 100% below 33.333 ms info: ┣tick_sources: min=0 ms, median=0.011 ms, max=0.336 ms, 99th percentile=0.036 ms info: ┣output_frame: min=0.141 ms, median=0.352 ms, max=4.685 ms, 99th percentile=0.896 ms info: ┃ ┗gs_context(video->graphics): min=0.141 ms, median=0.351 ms, max=4.679 ms, 99th percentile=0.894 ms info: ┃ ┣render_video: min=0.034 ms, median=0.059 ms, max=0.354 ms, 99th percentile=0.105 ms info: ┃ ┃ ┗render_main_texture: min=0.025 ms, median=0.051 ms, max=0.325 ms, 99th percentile=0.093 ms info: ┃ ┗gs_flush: min=0.003 ms, median=0.007 ms, max=0.084 ms, 99th percentile=0.026 ms info: ┗render_displays: min=0.005 ms, median=0.57 ms, max=18.484 ms, 99th percentile=1.528 ms info: ================================================= info: == Profiler Time Between Calls ================== info: obs_hotkey_thread(25 ms): min=25.045 ms, median=25.102 ms, max=28.376 ms, 99.0354% within ±2% of 25 ms (0% lo wer, 0.96463% higher) info: obs_graphics_thread(33.3333 ms): min=32.449 ms, median=33.333 ms, max=34.169 ms, 99.5717% within ±2% of 33.33 3 ms (0.321199% lower, 0.107066% higher) info: ================================================= info: Number of memory leaks: 0 ``` 

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I'm a 19YO human bean who likes to serve, but a bit lost on where I'm at (I guess?). I study paramedicine, I volunteer for the local fire brigade, I work as an emergency communicator for police. From time to time I help teach younger children how to do first aid and other things.
Some say I do too much...which...is somewhat true? I'm not sure if I'm lost or just recovering from a really bad day from work due to a really ignorant caller. It's hard to describe it. At the same time, I don't want to disappoint my parents because they basically envision me as a really cool ambulance officer by the time I finish studying.
I've run out of people to talk to about this and most people I know I feel usually just don't care. My mind is sort of wired on distracting myself by doing good for others or "for myself to help others", like gaining new skills, etc.
I most often don't share about myself as much anymore out of fear of being judged. At least not like I used to because of past occurrences. I just hope I'm not an annoyance to anyone...

A brief guide to it in case you are endlessly digging through do’s and don’ts. (Based on what my psych told me & personal experience)

1. You won’t feel better within a few days. It takes a bit of time for your body to get used to it. Hence you will bounce from days where you feel fantastic to the biggest loser on the planet. Give it time.
   
2. Do not take grapefruit. This one’s an obvious one. Both are metabolized by your liver so basically what will happen is more sertaline goes into blood because the grapefruit will be blocking it’s job.
   
3. Don’t drink alcohol. Another no brainer. Alcohol is a depressant so you will feel a 10x worse hangover. You have been warned.
   
4. Monthly advice for the ladies: do. NOT. combine ibuprofen/ aspirin/ any drugs that are anticoagulants/ NSAIDs. You will bleed more and feel like your uterus is getting wrecked from all sides. Take paracetamol instead. (For those who have thrombosis-> follow the plan your physician has recommended.)
   
5. Same goes for when you are sick. NSAIDs are a no go. If you have pain, fever-> paracetamol.
   
6. limit your dose of sweets. The guts contain serotonin too so by eating too much sweets you will certainly be full of 💩. You have been warned.
   
7. For those afraid of drinking caffeine: you absolutely can. One-two cups are fine. Anything over that is a 911 call for chest palpitations and shallow breathing.
   
8. Note any side effects you may have. I for example experienced nightmares and then vivid dreams. The nightmares were related to combat while the vivid dreams were related to daily life activities. It may feel a bit of a trip but you will be fine. It usually goes away on it’s own. Sweaty palms, feeling hot, agitated, headsches, nausea, diarrhea.. all normal.
   
9. Do NOT under any circumstance get off the meds completely. Although they do not cause any addiction as opioids do, this would be a very dumb thing to do from your part. You would basically get “discontinuation syndrome”. -> feeling severely ill. Taping off is the way.
   
10. Take the dose your psychiatrist has prescribed you.
    

These are some of the generic things I could come up with. Hope this helps. Best of luck!

I want genuine answers and I'm open to criticism.
My (23f) boyfriend (22m) and I were having a conversation about a group of girls that hang around him at his college that make me uncomfortable. In the middle of this discussion, where our emotions were both pretty high, he says "let me show you something" and sends me a video he had taken from the GoPro on his motorcycle helmet.
For context, he just got this motorcycle and it's been his whole world the last few weeks. He's been riding it nonstop and gets very excited when people acknowledge it. In the video, he stops at the red light of a busy intersection. In the car next to him is a group of three teenage girls that start waving at him. He revs his engine to say hi back, they roll down the window and ask for a fist bump. He fists bumps them, they say "You're so cool" and he waves and revs at them again. As the light turns green and they start driving away, the girls yell "YOU'RE SO HOT" and my boyfriend starts giggling.
I ask him why he's showing me this video in the middle of this convo, and he asks if it makes me jealous. I tell him that I might feel a tinge of jealousy under normal pretenses but I wouldn't be upset with him, he can't dictate what a bunch of teen girls say to him & I don't get his point. To paraphrase, he basically says that he wants a girlfriend that would find that video "cool" or laugh about it with him instead of get jealous. That my jealousy is not normal or healthy, and he can't even share that "cool moment" with his girlfriend.
Under normal pretenses, I wouldn't have even been upset. HOWEVER, this isn't normal pretenses because he dropped this video during our convo about some of his female friends at college that make me uncomfortable. It felt like he was trying to "gotcha" me into being like SEE - GIRLS WANTS ME AND UR NOT CHILL ABOUT IT! YOU HAVE JEALOUSY ISSUES! He ALSO brought up that a girl that flirted with him at work once connected with him on linkedin, then waited for me to give him some blow up reaction (which didn't come).
I wont act like I'm perfect either, I have been jealous in the past and I set the tone at the beginning of the relationship, I'm not dealing with girl drama so keep it out of our relationship. I'm not a chill girlfriend at all. But I felt weird about using that video as a gotcha moment. What are your thoughts about jealousy and this conversation? Do people usually brush stuff like this off?

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Two days… It had been two days that Tracy had gone to sleep while Harrison was working, only to come back in the morning to see him still in the workshop. She knew he was damn productive, sure, but that really couldn’t be healthy. Apparently, it had something to do with the weird bowl of orange… soup… that Cera gave him. No way was it just caffeine; any amount of the stuff would have been filtered out of his system by now. He mentioned a tingling feeling too…
Damn, she did not know enough about drugs to even start assuming what that massive alien had Harrison fucked up on. At least the scanner said he was ‘fine’—if you ignore the other glaring issues the machine brought up. Plus, he said he didn’t mind it. Either way, he managed to complete the weaving component and a few other electrical backbones of the fabricator last night, so the project was practically done, and after seeing the engineer work himself half to death, she was dead-set on finishing it.
She was currently tits-deep into the upper manufacturing portion of the towering machine. It took a tall step-stool—on top of the nearby desk—for her to push her small shoulders through the even smaller access panels high on the everything-printer. It was difficult to fit her torso in, but she managed, holding a flashlight between her teeth as she fiddled with a stubborn series of mechanical ‘hands.’ Nothing new. The situation reminded her of the ‘shop back on Mars; it had the same ever-present scent of copper and industrial sealant. All that was missing was her dad’s ancient tunes blasting through some shitty speakers… Hold on…
The modular component in her grip was successfully attached with a resonating thock. Tracy squirmed out of the dim wire-filled crevice, trying her best to not rip her only tank-top on any bolts or corners, and getting a face-full of the bright flood-lights illuminating the workshop. She scowled and blocked out the searing light with a hand, but she was a bit too late to avoid going half-blind.
“Are the mechanical manipulators in?” Harrison grunted, poking his head out underneath the printer’s floor-adjacent maintenance hatch. She looked down at him as she tried to blink off the spots in her vision. His hair was messy, barely kept in line by his habit of combing through it with his fingers. The areas around his eyes were dark and sunken… Guess that’s what two all-nighters did to a man. He’d be seeing the hat man or start hallucinating if he didn’t get any sleep soon… but then again, the two of them were so close to finishing the fabricator…
“You bet.” She gave him a thumbs up, slamming the panel cover closed. “Feel free to test it.”
He nodded and slid back underneath the machine. “Gotcha”
She gently stepped off the stool and slid off the side of the desk, stretching herself out. If her piss-poor sitting posture or her tank-top puppies hadn’t already fucked her spine up, bending over backward to build this fabricator sure as hell would. She sat down next to the panel where Harrison resided, resting her back against the fabrication tower. Her excited voice broke the muffled noises of the engineer’s work. “So… Harrison?”
“Hmm—”
“—Mind if I play some music?”
The sounds from the hatch stopped, followed by his muffled, shocked tone echoing from beneath the fabricator. “You have music!?”
She smirked at seeing the expression on his face when his head popped out again. “I sure do… Did you seriously not download any to your data pad?”
He slipped out from beneath the fabricator fully, huffing as he took a knee beside her. The scent of melded rubber, wire, and his liquid labor reached her nose not-so-unpleasantly. “You would not believe how much of a pain it is to repair an entire barracks without it… So, yeah, I didn’t.”
“Sooooooooo, whatcha wanna listen to? I’ve got almost everything on here—besides the super niche, of course.” She pulled her data pad out, swiping to the massive music folder
“You wouldn’t like the kinda music I listen to; It’s ancient.”
She gave him a lighthearted, annoyed glare. “Welcome to the club… Now what’ll it be?”
“It’s Old Earth kind of ancient… but alright” He looked up at the ceiling in thought, lips pursed. “Do you have anything from Styx or Sweet?”
She stared at him incredulously, her smirk turning into a fully-fledged smile. “Oh my God. You are an absolute dork! You actually listen to Golden Age music?”
His brows raised, accusatory. “And you somehow know exactly who those bands were and what age of Old Earth music they came from?”
She smugly leaned in closer. “That’s because I’m just as much of a nerd with that kinda music as you apparently are.” She quickly looked upward, addressing the workshop AI. “Sebas, connect nearby speakers to my data pad’s audio.” Tracy elbowed the engineer lightly as the PA system chirped its affirmation. “Now, Mr. Golden Age music, which albums do ya want me to queue up?”
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The two of them listened to music for hours, tossing on songs they liked as they came to mind while they worked. Harrison had a ton of recommendations that spanned all over the Golden Ages and some twenty-first century classics. She didn’t even know half of them, but she was vibing either way, adding on her own taste by intermingling some older rock tracks and newer electronic beats. The playlist was steadily built up as the day went on. Thank God her dad showed her a vast array of tunes; she might not have been able to keep up with the engineer if her old man hadn't.
It made the work go by so fast, their conversations blurring as they jumped from topic to topic. They discussed whatever came to mind—old hobbies, old jobs, and old interests. A lot was left behind in Sol… At least she knew that the only other human on the planet was more interesting than a soulless workaholic. It turned out that he was a pretty big history buff, and he apparently read a lot about the colonization of the Sol system and the various wars of independence thereafter. Curious, she asked where the interest stemmed from, and he explained that his grandfather was an admiral in the Slavic-Europan deep-ice submarine fleet, which explained how Harrison’s mother was able to afford to immigrate to Mars from Europa.
He could also play an acoustic guitar, and, unfortunately for Tracy, he wasn’t even the slightest bit interested in printing one out, citing that it was a waste of time and material that would be better used elsewhere. That didn’t stop her from writing a note on her data pad to do so later, though. She hadn’t seen someone play one of those in years—the last time was probably in some old music video from the early twenty-second century. What a shame. She would have liked to hear some of the Europan songs his grandmother taught him.
On the bright side, the man seemed to take an interest in her odd hobbies. He brought up the folder of 3D models that she accidentally uploaded to the inter-module system and asked where she got the inspiration for what was in it. Boy, was he not ready for her ‘WarHalberd40k’ lore dump. Props to the guy for not standing up and leaving the workshop throughout her rambling. He even asked questions about the different factions and their weapons, which she was more than happy to talk about.
She also ended up going over the other franchises and hobbies she was interested in, such as robotics and the like. The only interruptions to their chat were the occasional Akula or Craftsman asking for insight regarding the various tasks he had allotted to them, or Shar coming in to check up on Harrison between guard shifts.
The new dynamic of the group was pretty interesting, to say the least. Tracy hadn’t been out to interact with the whole lot of Malkrin, but she definitely noticed how they treated the engineer. They’d started to look up to him in a way ever since he started showing off technology. In a little over two days, the man had shown them that he could provide the materials for a brick house, fine clothing—especially by the alien’s standards—armor, and delicious food. That wasn’t even mentioning the other benefits the technician heard a few of the ‘banished’ talking about over their meals: heating, electric lights, and other assorted machines.
She’d be feeling pretty happy about herself if she was in his position, having so many look up to him and be grateful at the same time. He seemed to view it a lot more robotically, however, only striving to get the basics done. Luckily for him, his basics were their luxury.
That wasn’t all there was to the topic; the engineer lamented about how the colony was going through food just as quickly as materials. The meals weren’t the direct issue he had, more that he had to start focusing on long-term resource harvesting rather than directly preparing for a literal horde of monsters—which wasn’t exactly ideal. It was a good thing that they just so happened to take on an influx of Malkrin then…
Either way, they finally finished the ‘totally legal modification’ for the fabricator, meaning they could at least partially address the latter half of his worries. The whole process of ripping out an old printer and replacing the parts for a new one felt a lot easier than she imagined… even if it took her at least forty-eight hours to complete it… with help from Harrison. Maybe that was why it felt so easy… She supposed the colony overseers didn’t choose the man for no reason, so his skills made sense.
“So… what do we want to print out first?” Tracy questioned, having finished testing the last major component.
The engineer stretched his arms up into the air and rotated his shoulders, then pulled back the desk’s chair and took a seat. “I’ve had just one thing in mind since the start of this whole project.”
Her brows raised in a mix of excitement and curiosity. She leaned forward, looking at the computer monitor from over his shoulder. “Oh? What’s that, then?”
A smirk formed along his cheek, the computer mouse rapidly clicking through the blueprint folder. “I’ve had a lot of time to think about what kind of firearm we need since I started dabbling in belt-fed weapon systems.” He opened one final file, a short loading bar preceding the exploded assembly view of… “An M2 Browning machine gun. It’s more than powerful enough to kill in one shot, while also being capable of fully-automatic fire, with a capacity of however many rounds we want in a belt-box.”
“Uh…huh…” She gave a skeptical nod and took a step back, not exactly sold on the idea. “It looks ancient. It’s kinetic, right? Why aren’t we using energy-based weapons? Don’t we have a gunpowder shortage coming up?”
He moved his chair off to the side to look back at her. “We just can’t; Simple as. We’ll need who knows how many more AI cores before we can get started on that level of equipment, Trace,” he huffed, returning his gaze to the specifications of the firearm. “This isn’t the most ‘modern’ weapon we can make, but its twenty-first century counterpart helps with an improved design… somewhat. And, as I said before, it should be more than capable of killing a bug in one shot, so Shar can just tap-fire it to save ammunition.”
Her head tilted quizzically. “Shar?”
“Yup,” he returned confidently. “It’s the perfect weapon for her.”
She raised a brow. “How so?”
He held his hand up, counting his reasons on his fingers. “She’s always on the front line with a shield, she can absolutely handle the weight and recoil, her four arms make reloading it simple, plus she’ll need something with range and power that isn’t a spear. So, why not? And, if for some reason, she doesn’t want to use it, we can just convert it into a turret—which is something I was planning on doing anyways with however more M2s we print out later.”
“I doubt she’ll say no to any gun you give her,” Tracy chuckled while shaking her head, inadvertently causing her bangs to cover her eyes.
“Fair enough,” he conceded with a bob of his head. “What do you think, then? What kinda weapons do you have in mind?”
She reapplied her goggles into an impromptu hairband, feeling a smirk cross her face. “Thought you’d never ask. What purpose do we need these guns to fulfill? Hordes I’m guessing?”
“That’s the idea, yeah. That doesn’t mean they all need to be machine guns, though.” He tapped the belt-fed shotgun beside him.
“Well, lemme see what we’re working with first.” She suddenly stepped forward, leaning over Harrison’s seat to access the keyboard and mouse. Her arms briefly rubbed against him, forcing him to roll his chair backward. She suppressed a giggle at seeing his incredulous frown.
Her eyes quickly traced the hundreds of individual files, clicking through all sorts of folders, each arranged from pre-twenty-first century ‘antiques,’ to more modern iterations of kinetics and particle weaponry. There was… a lot on there—almost too much to reasonably comb through. Why? Did the colony overseers just say ‘fuck it’ and put whatever they could find on here? Were they expecting the pioneers to make a museum of everything?
She sighed, standing up straight and facing Harrison. “Y’know, I’m actually impressed you managed to find that M2-whatever in there…”
He shifted in his seat, resting an elbow on the desk. “Yup, there’s a lot. I’m almost tempted to just make several of those machine guns and just call it a day, but I feel like that’d be too much of a strain on resources, no?”
“I don’t really know enough about how you fight those spider-crab things, or how to get more gunpowder, so… maybe?” She shrugged, biting her cheek in contemplation. “You might just wanna make a few smaller caliber weapons… like, uh… those old kinetic service rifles. If your pump-action shotgun works fine, I’m sure some normal guns would work just fine for now, right?”
He hardily gripped his firearm, hauling it up to his lap. “Depends on what you mean by ‘smaller caliber.’ The whole reason why the KS-23 here works—” he pulled out a massive shell from the ammo belt, displaying it on his palm. “—is because the twenty-three-millimeter round has enough energy transfer to mess up any bug's shell and insides. I’d say the smallest rounds we could use would be point-two-forty-three caliber to get any similar results.”
Brief flickers of grungy orange shells and gnashing teeth marred Tracy’s sight. She forcibly suppressed them, distracting herself with dry humor and a strained laugh. “Guess those fuckers can really take a punch, huh?”
He shook his head somberly. “I couldn’t imagine going up against them without a gun… Anyway, I like your idea of a standard rifle for now. Then, when we have some product lines up, we can go a little more in depth into personal weapons.”
“So are you gonna take one?” She hopped up on the desk, letting her legs swing off the side.
“Don’t think so, no. I’ll stick with my shotty.” The internals of the heavily modified weapon rattled as he held it up and inspected it. “Doesn’t mean I’ll keep it as is. I’m thinking of printing a laser aiming module so I can point-fire it accurately, and maybe a melee-oriented muzzle brake or a lighter chassis to reduce weight… Not sure though.”
She leaned forward and rested her elbows on her knees, her cheeks in her palms. “Melee-oriented? Oooooh, like a chain-sword or something?”
His short chuckle coerced a smirk to her face. “No, not like that. More something to use as a bludgeoning tool. Right before the blood-moon, I ended up getting just as much use out of this shotgun as a hammer than as a… well, a shotgun.”
“That’s pretty fuckin’ metal. So are you just gonna make the barrel into a giant bayonet?”
He nodded. “Not exactly a bayonet, but something more like a door-breaching break.”
A short silence settled on their conversation, the faint sounds of the fabricator’s hum and distant woodwork coming to light. Right, there was an outside world… She’d been too caught up talking to Harrison for however many hours it had been. She wondered how successful the fisherwomen were in collecting, and how things had been for the others working on the wood storage shack. Maybe it was already completed? The sun peered through the cargo bay door, proving that it was only about midday. What else would they work on today?
“Hey,” she ventured.
“Hm?” the engineer hummed, his eyes focused on the monitor beside the technician.
She scooted closer to his keyboard. “What’re we doing after this?”
“What do you mean?”
She leaned backward, propping herself up on two hands. “Project wise; what’s the next big thing?”
“Uhmmm…” he muttered, interacting with the computer for a few more seconds before finally meeting her gaze. “Well, I’ve just allocated the fabricator to print out the M2, three FALs—wood furniture, of course—then there’s the magazines and ammunition, so we’ve got a lot of time to kill. The next big thing is definitely going to be metal procurement, and— Oh, right!” Harrison stopped mid-sentence, reaching into his backpack and pulling out several finger-sized metallic cubes, a sudden fire in his eyes. “Okay, so a while ago, during an encounter with three colossi, Shar and Akula found a cave with some ‘surface’ metal deposits. I took a piece off to analyze, but never got the chance to until last night. Anyway, we don’t have any machines to examine the ore, so I made use of the recycler and broke it down to its baser components.”
She nodded along, seeing where he was going with his explanation. “I’m guessing those shiny cubes are the metals from the ore?”
“Sure is. So, as it turns out, we have a pretty damn close supply of not only iron, but also, zinc, sulfur, and a small amount of cadmium. I talked with Sebas about it and did a little research. We believe it’s something akin to sphalerite, given its composition and looks, which implies it’s a sedimentary exhalative deposit. That means there must have been some volcanic…”
Harrison continued talking about underwater deposits and ancient rock formations, bringing up some theories brought forward by the now 4-AI-core-powered Sebas, delving into the current land mass’ history and possible ore output. A lot of it went over the tradewoman’s head, but she still listened intently… Honestly, she could have listened to the man talk about finding metals for hours. It was sort of like the podcasts she used to listen to while completing colonist training, but even more personal and somehow easier to get lost in…
“…find some other minerals further down like silver, but it also might be an active lava zone. Again, these are all theories and this world could just throw the fundamentals of geology away as it does for physics. Anyway, sorry for going on for so long about that, just thought it’d be important for getting some metals in the future.”
“No, no,” Tracy assured, alleviating him of concern with a wave of her hand. “If there’s anything the colony overseers emphasized, it was farming and mineral acquisition. Don’t worry.” She smiled, pointing a thumb to herself. “I just wanna know how I can help.”
“Actually, I’ve a few things only you can do. I’d like to make use of your impressive drone-making expertise for a few applications, if you don’t mind.”
The task of keeping eye contact slipped into an impossible feat in the span of a singular second, planting a pang of embarrassment on her reddened face, forcing her to inspect her fidgeting hands. “I-I wouldn’t say ‘impressive’… b-but what do you have in mind?”
She could see him raise a brow out of the corner of her vision. “Well, after what you’ve shown me with the reconnaissance flyers, I’d like your help in setting up a more permanent ‘net’ of them to scour the meadow and parts of the nearby forest to look out for any approaching hordes. I don’t want to be snuck up on… again…”
‘Again.’
She noted his small frown and sunken eyes, both a little more exaggerated than they already were. It wasn’t like she’d deny his request, but the pangs of empathy over their shared situation all but solidified her resolve. It was the least she could do. She could help him. She would help him.
The technician exhaled slowly, taking on a more serious and understanding tone than before. “I… can do that. For sure. What else?”
“I appreciate it.” He gave a wane smile. “I’ll help you with whatever you need for the project. For the other drones, I’m thinking about a small exploration vehicle to map out caves around us and mark any minerals, as well as a submersible to look for potassium deposits in the ocean.”
“So… search bots?” She crossed her arms, confidence growing; those were her specialty. “Depending on how long the fabricators take and what kind of base drones are in the blueprint folders, I should be able to get those done in no time. All I need to know are the search cues for potassium and how many drones you want.”
He quickly shuffled a few folders on the computer, turning the monitor for her to see some scientific documents with various images and walls upon walls of text. “There’re plenty of resources for that on here for what to look for, and there’s always Sebas, so feel free to ask him since he can just sort through the data for you anyway. If you can, I’d like it if you could focus on the submersible after the reconnaissance drones.”
“Sounds good to me. I’ll be right on it, then.” She gave him a thumbs up, slipping off his desk and toward her own.
“I’ll bring you lunch in a bit. Imma go check on the others,” he called.
Her stomach grumbled at the mention, her head turning to give him an appreciative smile. “Oh! Thanks!”
\= = = = =
Avian creatures chirped from their perches in the trees nearby. The wind softly rustled red leaves as grass gently gave way to calculated footfalls. A warm sun laid its light on Shar’khee’s neck. It was surprisingly pleasant, were one to take the time to notice. The mainland was a confusing place for the paladin, with its disparate representations of nature contrasting so heavily. Some days were filled with blood and ravenous beasts, while others were left within the domain of simplicity and beauty. She was content to have the latter, yet it felt like a facade veiling the former—a soft exterior covering the maliciously spiked interior. Never could she leave herself to carelessness, no matter how welcoming it might be.
Hence why she worked to ensure the safety of the star-sent’s castles and their inhabitants, her days largely spent patrolling for any roaming swarms that may wish to cause them harm. She typically used the routine to think, but today offered little in the way of solitude. This time, she was accompanied by the previously banished guardswoman, and was tasked with instructing the new one, though the specifics of what such lessons should entail were vague. Still, Shar’khee did all that she could so as not to disappoint Harrison, so she could only attempt to meet his expectations of her.
She told the yellow-skinned female of the threats that the settlement faced, how one was to defeat them, and what to expect from the beasts. The guardswoman was directed to practice her form with the spear in both thrusts and throwing for some time afterward, proving herself to be well-built. Such was expected of her profession after all.
It was pleasing to have another capable of patrolling the settlement’s outskirts for swarms, as it would greatly impact how effectively the colony could react to such a threat. If her routine was to suffer for the colony’s well-being, she was happy to show the new one her patrol route and note what to look out for.
The guardswoman was not a perfect student, however. Shar’khee never addressed it directly, but the yellow-skinned female obviously discredited the danger posed by the abhorrent, not-so-subtly shrugging off any warnings.
…That was until they stumbled upon the ‘hyena-boars,’ as Harrison called them.
The beasts resided in a clearing not too far from the castles, carelessly meandering across the sea of tall grass. Shar’khee quickly crouched, dragging the guardswoman down with her. Once she assessed that the creatures were not an imminent danger, she decided it would be an excellent opportunity to show the new one how to properly engage a threat. She was about to propose the idea, yet her speech was silenced just as swiftly.
Orange flashes darted through the trees around the glade. Taloned feet and gnashing teeth tore across the ground toward the unsuspecting beasts at the center. It was much too late for them. They were slow. Surrounded. Unaware. It was as quick as it was vicious, the forest’s reds turning a deeper crimson hue in a moment's notice underneath the abhorrent’s brutality.
Gangly monstrosities gnawed and ripped at the dead creatures, brief glimpses of raw flesh and white bone protruding from the small spaces between the clumped-up beasts. Repulsive wet splatters of blood and gore overlapped the calm noises of the forest, the grisly scene serenaded by the softest of nature’s symphonies. It was a sickening juxtaposition.
Shar’khee bit back the unease and steeled herself. They were within twenty paces—close enough to smell the abhorrent’s vile stench of rot and bile, yet far enough so as not to be noticed. She briefly considered backing away and retreating, her focus bouncing between the different avenues of escape, or how to cover her footst—
Crack.
Several sets of feral, eyeless maws snapped in their direction, the blood dripping off freshly dampened teeth. The guardswoman gasped, Shar’khee’s gaze following to see the mistake: a singular broken branch crinkled as a yellow-colored foot raised off the splintering twig.
The paladin exhaled sharply and smoothly stood up, brandishing two spears and her shield. Her glare settled on the still crouching guardswoman. “You are to stay behind my shield and let them appr—ch. Rem—ber what I have told you. Aim for their maws when you thrust y—r lance.”
The other female nodded, shakily pulling out her own weapons with unsteady placement hampering her grip. There was an obvious nervousness to her gaze. Hesitance. That would not do.
Shar’khee faced the prowling abhorrent her knuckles shifting hue as she prepared for their advance, for there was no chance that they wouldn’t. True to her experience, the stalking turned to a gallop with several clicks of grotesque tongues, the swarm bolting toward her as one. She snarled and slammed her bulwark into the ground, letting the approaching beasts skewer themselves amongst its spikes.
There were only ten—a paltry amount. She had defended against magnitudes more, and yet she still stood. What is more, they were mindless. Uncoordinated. They would be but stains in the cloth she used to clean her armor. Perhaps, if they were fortunate, they might leave a furrow in her shield to remember them by. Her arms tensed as the first leapt.
One by one, the abhorrent fell, their repulsive green blood splattering under her thrusts. Each awaiting corpse tore across the grove’s grass, lunging to their deaths with gaping maws and unfeeling hunger, yet she did not yield. Their shells were crushed by her shield and impaled by her Goddess-blessed spears, becoming but one more smear across their surface. Ten motionless lumps lay before her, seeping their ichor into the soil, none having passed the barrier she became. Dead, just as the Creator intended. She remained vigilant for a few moments longer, watching for any more of the disgusting creatures.
None showed themselves, finally allowing blood to flow to her fingers once again. The shield’s heavy presence weighed down her back, the blood flicked off of her spears before she returned them to their place.
“Are y–u well?” Shar’khee addressed the frozen Malkrin, wiping away the splatter on her bracers. The guardswoman stared at the small pile of deceased creatures, her heavy breaths and widened eyes moving from the spear from her singular kill. The paladin huffed. “We are fort—ate that there were so few.”
“F-Few? God help us…” Her horrified, stunned gaze slowly met the paladin’s. “Y-You said there were hundreds on the crimson nights? H-How do you… They were s-so fast.”*
”As I h–ve warned,” Shar’khee affirmed.
“You are a paladin! You all exaggerate your feats… I thought it was just a facade!”
“I have no r—son to lie,” she returned tersely, shrugging off the insult to her station and shaking her head. “The mainl—d is far more dangerous than ten gnash—g beasts; more so than that of your island hamlet. Pick yourself up. We m—t inform the others of this incursion.”
The yellow-skinned female snarled, furrowing her brows at the ground in frustration. At whom…? Shar’khee? Herself? Regardless, the female promptly gathered her composure, pushing air through clenched jaws. A step forward had her feet splash in the small pool of blood, the Malkrin nodding toward the paladin to continue back to the castles.
“…for the village.”
Shar’khee paused in her stride and faced her, frowning at the determination and anger leaking through the intent. “W—t was that?”
Her question was returned with honesty, a huffed voice marred by vexation. “Paladin, how am I to defend my village-mates as I am now?”
“‘As you are now?’ What do you m—n?”
The guardswoman stared down at her spear, wood creaking under her grip. “I have faltered before what you deem a paltry threat, and the thought of an even greater one sows dread deep within my bones. I wish… I wish to be better prepared to defend those of my village. I cannot help but see their faces on those of the furred creature in the clearing, and yet, even if I am so close, I am just as unable to protect them.”
Shar’khee stared down the yellow female, a long gaze taking in a rare showing of sincerity. “Y—r fears are one we all share, new one. Do not be ashamed of them. All t—t matters is that you do not let them rem—n mere fear, but make them your strength. So tell me, do you wish to impr—e? To ensure they do not fall while you are support—g them?”
The yellow-skinned female released a shuddering breath that bled off the worst of her indecision, a newly invoked flame flaring within her visage. “I do, paladin. I seek to protect and to be of use.”
“Then, if you wish to make y—rself resilient in the face of all that opposes us, it would be my undertak—g to forge you anew. Fortunately, Harrison has ordered such already, and his guidance shall prove ever useful, should you pursue it.”
The guardswoman shuffled in place at the star-sent’s mention, her eyes slipping downwards. “He is of a great many resources, but I would rather receive your teachings than those of a craftsman… or that of a male, deity-sent he might be.”
She placed a palm on the female’s shoulder. “He is far more than you might ever k—w. Regardless of if you ac—pt his guidance, I commend your conviction. However—” Her hand gripped tighter, though not enough to instill hostility. “—understand that you are protecting more than just your vi—age-mates.”
The new one nodded, staring up at the paladin with stallwart resolve. “Of course. I shall be in your tutelage, then.”
Shar’khee smiled. “T—n let us begin.”
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Akula was becoming increasingly certain that she knew how her parents once felt. The green-skinned fisherwoman was currently rotating between the many tasks placed upon her, guiding the newcomers through the minutia of their tasks so they might live up to the potential Harrison saw within them. She was gratified to have her own talents recognized by the Creator, but it also placed a great many responsibilities in her talons. Of course, she handled each new addition with finesse befitting her heritage, never once balking from the increasing demands. If anything, she felt validated; it was required of her as a female anyway, was it not? The more feminine-appropriate labor and management one undertakes, the higher authority they were granted.
It began with a simple assignment to oversee the chef’s introduction to the star-sent’s provided cooking appliances. As fascinating and convenient as utilities were, she held no interest in preparing any more food than she already had, but teaching another to operate the machines would alleviate such requirements of her. She reluctantly accepted the task when it was proposed, especially considering the fact that Harrison was much too busy with his other projects to bother with something as benign as cooking. His work was more valuable elsewhere.
The task itself went well, and the pink-skinned chef was quick to pick up on the use of the various kitchen devices, as well as the smoker. A grin had grown when she considered the possibility of all males understanding such domestic things readily, yet her mirth at removing the masculine job required of her was short-lived. Despite the newly initiated Malkrin’s success, Harrison had Akula frequently return to oversee the numerous cooking operations being conducted. That was in tandem with the back-to-back fishing trips made by both herself and the newly acquired females.
…Which was something else the green-skinned cycle-worshipper was ordered to oversee.
She had left the chef to his devices after producing another batch of partially seasoned meals, returning to the Creator with hopes of a break. He applauded her efforts with a nod and tersely spoken appreciation, then quickly pushed two spearguns into her hand and directed her to the ocean, where the twins were ‘working with jack shit,’ as the busy male said. She was to give the fisherwomen the tools and make sure they were used properly, and offer additional assistance in acquiring ‘enough fish to have us fed for a little bit.’
So, she left to complete the given task, feeling somewhat appreciative that her speargun was of superior quality to those she would be delivering—the newcomers were only afforded the lesser, roped-bolt version. It was only natural that she was in possession of their greatest assets, of course; the star-sent saw her as the only one capable of wielding such fantastic ammunition, showing trust that was rightfully placed in her. That did not mean the gray-skinned females were unsatisfied with their own gifts, however. The twins were swiftly caught up on the ‘manual of arms’ and sent to work, somehow managing to keep up with Akula in spite of their land-based origins. The two were fast enough to outpace the cycle-worshipper in sheer speed, but their lack of numerous winters spent traversing deeper waters meant they required frequent rests, breaking the ocean’s surface after every third captured fish or so.
Still, she had to appreciate their dedication to their task. They never complained about Akula pushing them further to reach the star-sent’s vague objective. Such a task was entrusted to her—and by proxy, the other two—and thus it would be completed, no matter how much her comfortable bed… couch called her tiring muscles.
The group of three hauled net after full net of fresh meat to the chef—and sewist, who later joined him—forcing him to relegate much of the catch to long-term storage as the kitchen simply could not deal with the surplus. At least three-quarters of the fish were put to slow cook in the now Malkrin-sized smoker. The craftsman had upgraded it with a kit provided by Harrison, who had recycled much of the dining room and workshop furniture to accommodate it. The Creator’s showcased urgency to gather materials was clearly not unfounded… It was admirable how he used what little he had left to ensure food would not be scarce. Additionally, the apparatus exuded an excellent scent for all the survivors to enjoy, the earthy aroma drawing in some of the other Malkrin for their breaks or meals.
Those were not the end of the cycle-worshiper’s tasks, however. She was also required to report on Shar’khee’s progress in training the guardswoman—helping to recycle the small swarm of abhorrent they cleared earlier—as well as the wood storage building’s progress. Indeed, she was advising and assisting however and wherever applicable. To say she was seen all around the settlement would be an understatement.
Nevertheless, she was appreciative to see her efforts bearing fruit by sundown. The processing of their meals from sea to plate was quite efficient, and those that Akula taught were now well-practiced in their duties. The twin fisherwomen dove from wave to wave, bringing fish back to the barracks, where the cook and sewist swiftly worked to transfer the meat to pans and smoker hooks alike. Then, the remnants of the Sea Goddess’ aquatic gifts would be subsequently recycled and given purpose anew as biofuel or perhaps future fertilizer.
The endless onslaught of duties and responsibilities had enlightened her, in a way. She could see where Harrison came from now; having a working project go from one point to another without input nor difficulty was a sight to behold, and it made her swell with pride. It was a surmountable feat to teach the barbaric ground-worshippers to do something properly.
…Well, they were not horrible Malkrin, so perhaps simply calling them ‘uninitiated’ was a more apt descriptor…
No matter the tribulations faced, and no matter how draining her new authority might be, her rest at the end of the day would be one that was well-earned, and it would be had with a sense of satisfaction. She deserved it, and perhaps that extended to the rest of the settlement as well.
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For example, if Optimus or Megs was, say, an 8, where then would you place Grimlock, Hot Rod, Star Scream or Soundwave all told?

Every summer the sun comes out and the dudes take off their shirts. And I can't leave my house because I'm reminded that I can't do that in front of anyone. I couldn't even change in front of the other girls in the locker room in gym class, I'd feel obscene.
As a historian, I'm keenly aware men used to only go topless in homo-social situations where it was just men. About 100 years ago men fought for the right to go topless in public beaches, sharing space with women and children. The reason swimsuits were unisex was because 100 some years ago in America obscenity laws were equal for everyone.
Women have spent the past 100 odd years fighting to breast feed in the same spaces men can go shirtless, or anywhere people eat (like restaurants); it was in effort to stop feeding babies in public toilet stalls. Makes sense. Only the so-called female nipple has a practical function to be exposed.
Obscenity laws for our "bottom parts" make sense since they function in private and ought to function in private, whether to evacuate urine/feces or for sexual relations. It is precisely because of these functions the "genitalia" are banned and considered nudity.
Now, if women want to beat the heat, they better work out that booty because swimwear is about showing off the backside cheeks. However, I guess I grew up being told to cover my butt up, so that's not an option I'd do in public. I don't want people staring at my butt.
Meanwhile, even I'm wearing a tight so-called female swimsuit top it shows off the entire shape of my chest leaving nothing to the imagination the dudes walk around topless without the extra layer of spandex-y type material that is really trapping heat and annoying. Sure, should be moisture wicking and stuff, but women's swimwear seems to trap in the heat. Padding is like wearing little miniature winter coats on my chest, on each "boob," which for me draws attention to that area in more ways being topless would not... Does this make sense?
I'm supposed to show off the shape of my breasts while keeping them covered. I'm supposed to wear itty bitty triangles over them and prevent "nip slips"... let alone I'm expected to shave before I go out in public in these skimpy swimsuits which leave nothing to the imagination.
Men, however, get to throw on baggy shorts and they're ready to go. The prep time is nil. Unless he's in speedos no one is seeing the literal shape of his nether regions. I have supposedly no choice unless I put on even more layers. Shorts and shirts, sweltering in the heat, surrounded by topless dudes who I never gave my consent to frolic around me topless.
Used to be I advocated for equal rights and women going topless but now I just think men should cover up. The conservatives are using their children (girls mostly) to protest seeing a topless "boy" (actually trans) in the locker room. Apparently all this time unbeknownst to me girls don't want to see that. But at the pool, beach, playground, park, street, backyard, frontyard, etc, it's unavoidable. It's totally legal. Males can expose themselves outside the locker room all they want.
When do we accept this as... acceptable public behavior? We know it's nudity, but we must pretend not to notice it. Females are not covered up for having breasts, it's for having nipples. Well last time I checked, dudes have nipples. So that's a double standard.
Sure, this comes down to some primal jealousy I have but for all my life I can't enjoy the summer air the same way. I feel defective, not sexy, and why would I want to feel "sexy" in front of the public of all ages? Why should we say it's cool if men go topless because some of them are sexy, this is a family beach. We say we don't want groomers and pedoPh!les around our kids, who are mostly men let's face it, but we allow strangers to walk around our children topless and think it's OK.
If some topless dude sent your young teen a photo of himself topless, he's not being obscene? It's not nudity? I'd say lock that creep out, because if a woman did the same thing she'd be in prison.
It's rude and most dudes I ever met who go topless around kids/women are usually very narcissist and want that power over others. A sort of Look what I can Do but you Can't.... in addition I'm 42 so starting to have those hot flashes. It's impractical for me to wear more clothing but I'm basically indecent all over, from the bottom to the top. It depresses me so much, always has.
Wearing a sundress to air myself out is not helping plus dictating if only I changed what I wore I'd feel less hot in the sunshine. Put the dudes in sundresses too then. See how they like it.
We should all wear wetsuits. This inequitable definition of what is nudity has only resulted in over a century of men feeling superior for the most overlooked reasons --- they can mow the lawn half naked, they can walk down the street half naked, and no one will tell them what to do. The only places practicing good reason are the No shirts No service shopping centers. We should go back to decency laws, that apply to everyone equally. If men want to be topless, go back to the bathhouses where it was acceptable before and usually almost always places for gay men to frequent to "see topless dudes" DUH...
If nobody wants to see me topless, then understand this--- I don't want to see your dads and sons topless around me. Cover up. Show some respect to women/girls. It is at least disrespectful to flaunt and exercise this law around girls/women--- it is at worst abusive and done without remorse. "I don't care about your comfort, only my own".... it teaches misogyny.
But it's "too hot for a shirt!" Stop it. Apparently it's never been hot for me, I must run cold blooded...
End rant.

I mean, they're not gonna fight, but you also have to imagine that the lower achieving members of both groups are functionally out of a job, and the recruiting slows way down after the Black Mage is killed. I mean, yes, there are issues, but those issues are in another dimension and require a very different approach by a skilled few, not a moderately skilled many.
Basically, I'm assuming a tournament, class vs class, single elimination. I'm also adding Milhe and Demon to keep it even numbers.
Dawn Warrior vs Blaster
In a battle of glitzy explosions vs gritty explosions, I'm giving this one to blaster, simply because they're designed around crap blowing up. The weak point of the dawn warrior for me is the weapon itself, and a blaster seems to be very, very good at breaking things.
Winner: Resistance
Wind Archer vs Wild Hunter
I mean... it's wind archer. In a battle between archers, when one can control which direction all projectiles go, it's very hard to compete. The Wild Hunter does have a jaguar, which is very cool but like... it's not like anyone in Maple is unaccustomed to getting bitten and slashed at by random animals in nature.
Winner: Cygnus Knights
Blaze Wizard vs Battle Mage
For this one... how do you get in melee range of just the most fire? I don't think there's an operable distance where that's okay, and I get that Battle Mages get some range later on, but they're a very up and personal class facing a class that's all about setting everything near it on fire, all the time, as much as possible.
Winner: Cygnus Knights
Night Walker vs Xenon
For me, this is a "death of a thousand cuts" situation that isn't as effective as it could be. Night Walker is a giant bundle of projectiles, and Xenon isn't as organic as one would want when they're flinging projectiles by hand. Less of a stab stab more of a clink clink sort of sound.
Winner: Resistance
Thunder Breaker vs Mechanic
Thunder Breaker, without a doubt, sensitive machinery doesn't handle being overloaded with electricity and/or water. Thunder breaker is a walking EMP, this is not a safe situation to be in.
Winner: Cygnus Knights
Milhe vs Demon
Milhe has a head start, at least in terms of personal progress. When Demon wakes up from his 100 year coma, Milhe's already the top Cygnus Knight. That being said, I'd argue for Demon if both have had time to train, since Milhe has trained up once and Demon trained up twice.
Winner: Resistance.
Okay now I'm just going to pair off winners, since it came out kinda even.
Blaster vs Wind Archer
There is only so much arrows can do against C4. I don't really know how you pew pew wooden or windy projectiles around an explosion, to be honest.
Winner: Resistance
Blaze Wizard vs Xenon
Xenon is full of explosives. Sensitive, highly accurate explosives. I don't know how hot he needs to be for them to go off, but when he's fighting someone who literally only makes things hotter, it's a losing battle.
Winner: Cygnus Knights
Thunder Breaker vs Demon
Sort of a question of whether an electric shark beats monster tendrils, but I'll give it to Demon ever so slightly for just not having to be in the thick of it the entire time.
Then I guess logically... Blaze Wizard goes for the championship?
Blaster vs Blaze Wizard
I give this to Blaze Wizard for the same reason I gave it to them when fighting Xenon. If you're packed with explosives, hot is bad. Very hot is very bad, and Blaster's explosives are strapped to her arm. It's real bad.
Winner: Cygnus Knights
Blaze Wizard vs Demon
He's a named hero character. I don't think I can give it to anyone else.
Winner overall: Resistance
Conclusion
Milhe vs the Demon was the deciding fight, literally nothing else mattered.

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26/01/2014 - WWE Royal Rumble
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Commentated by Jim Ross, JBL, and Michael Cole
We see some footage of superstars arriving to the arena today. The Authority arrive in a limousine; WWE Champion Randy Orton, Triple H, Stephanie McMahon, and Kane. Daniel Bryan is shown walking with Brie Bella. "The Animal" Batista shows up in a truck and flexes for the camera. The feed cuts and glitches out revealing a dark room with a empty rocking chair moving slowly. "We're here."
The iconic voice of Jim Ross welcomes us to the 2014 Royal Rumble as pyro erupts from the stage and the fans go wild. The Authority's music plays and the mood quickly shifts, the crowd rains down boo's. Here comes the WWE World Champion Randy Orton. Orton talks trash to some fans in the front row while Triple H, Stephanie McMahon, and Kane make their way out as well. Orton raises the title as HHH passes him a microphone. Orton is in a great mood tonight. He's got the night off and there will be 30 men all vying for a chance to get RKO'ed in the main event of Wrestlemania 30. The crowd chants, “Daniel Bryan” as Orton laughs and promises that Bryan doesn't stand a chance. If you want to win the Royal Rumble you have to be taller than these marks in the crowd, you can't be a front row wrestler like Daniel Bryan or CM Punk. The crowd breaks into a deafening “DANIEL BRYAN/CM PUNK!” chant as Orton highlights some of the past winners like himself, Triple H, and Batista. True superstars who all pass the airport test. Triple H takes the microphone and tells the fans to shut the hell up and respect greatness. The reason The Authority are out here is because they want an answer from Batista. Will The Animal join them, take the #30 spot, and win the Rumble to make the biggest Wrestlemania main event a reality? Batista's music hits and he gets a great reaction. First of all, Batista thanks the Pittsburgh fans and everyone in the WWE for welcoming him back with open arms. Batista has a ton of respect for Triple H and Orton after all those years in Evolution. They all shake hands and it looks like he's accepting the offer. Triple H tells Batista to make the right decision and do whats best for business. Batista gives the THUMBS UP! The Authority are all psyched up until.... Batista, who still has his thumb in the air, says "What's best for business.... is listening to these fans! Doing things the hard way, the same way he did it through his whole career. Batista didn't come back to be handed anything, he came back to prove he can still be The Animal. The man who beat Triple H in the main event of Wrestlemania.... The thumbs up is turned into a THUMBS DOWN! Kane charges at Batista but gets clotheslined! Randy Orton and Tripe H flee from the ring as The Animal delivers a Spinebuster to Kane and rattles the ropes! Triple H screams that Batista is going to regret this decision.....
A video package of the feud between Divas Champion AJ Lee and Mickie James is next. After AJ Lee defeated Naomi to retain her title on RAW, AJ declared she had no competition in the locker room. Cue the surprise return of Mickie James! Former psycho versus current psycho, legend versus future legend. They exchange verbal barbs over the next few weeks, with Mickie picking up some big wins and earning a title match. During a contract signing on the final RAW before the Royal Rumble, things finally turned physical and Mickie put AJ Lee through a table with a huge bulldog from the top rope! Everything comes to a head tonight with the championship on the line.
Tony Chimel lets us know that this contest is scheduled for one fall as Mickie James makes her entrance and gets emotional at the ovation from the audience in Pittsburgh. Divas Champion AJ Lee is next and she gets a mixed reaction; the fans love her but are definitely backing Mickie in this one.
AJ Lee (c) vs. Mickie James for the WWE Divas Championship
The match kicks off with AJ slapping Mickie across the face! James returns the favour and tackles AJ, raining down a flurry of punches. AJ Lee cowers into the corner but then takes advantage by slamming Mickie to the mat by her hair! AJ taunts Mickie and stomps her in the corner but when the champion charges, Mickie backdrops her over the ropes! Mickie hits a Thez Press from the apron and tosses AJ into the barricade!
They battle on the apron until AJ sends Mickie head first into the ringpost. Mickie seems genuinely hurt and the referee goes to check on her, allowing AJ to expose the turnbuckle on the opposite side of the ring. She shows no regard for her possibly injured challenger, ignoring the ref and dragging Mickie back into the centre of the ring. Out of nowhere, James nails the Mick Kick! AJ is down! 1-2-AJ gets her foot underneath the bottom rope! James goes for the Stratus-faction but AJ Lee launches her into the exposed turnbuckle! Mickie James is out cold! 1-2-3! AJ retains!
Result- AJ Lee wins by pinfall via exposed turnbuckle shot. (12:58)
The Royal Rumble tumbler is back! Stephanie McMahon is overseeing things as superstars enter to pick their spots in the Royal Rumble. We see Alberto Del Rio, Brodus Clay, and other superstars pick their numbers. Triple H and Paul Heyman in the background; they shake hands and it appears that HHH hands Heyman something before he walks off.
"The American Dream" Dusty Rhodes is here! He introduces his sons, the WWE World Tag Team Champions Cody Rhodes and Goldust! The champions hug their father and make their way to the ring for a Six Pack Challenge Elimination Match! After being on the wrong side of The Authority, The Rhodes Brothers have been put in quite the predicament as they look to retain their title's against all odds.
Cody Rhodes and Goldust (c) vs. The New Age Outlaws vs. The Prime Time Players vs. Truth & Consequences vs. Hunico and Camacho vs. The Uso's in a Six Pack Challenge Elimination Match for the WWE World Tag Team Championship
Everything breaks down right off the bat. Bodies are flying everywhere. The Uso's hit a pair of dives over the ropes onto a pile of opponents. Back in the ring Hunico and Camacho eat a pair of Superkicks. Uso Splash to Hunico! 1-2-3!
Jey Uso pins Hunico via Uso Splash (Hunico and Camacho are eliminated)
The Prime Time Players take their turn dominating. Titus hits a Sit-Out Spinebuster to Billy Gunn. Darren Young launches Road Dogg from the ring and dropkicks an incoming Jimmy Uso. Xavier Woods comes out of nowhere with a springboard DDT on Titus O'Neil! Darren Young gets hit with a spinning elbow from R-Truth! Woods and Truth connect with a double Scissor Kick on Titus for the 3 count.
R-Truth pins Titus O'Neil via Double Scissors Kick (The Prime Time Players are eliminated)
Road Dogg chopblocks R-Truth immediately and throws him into the ringpost. Woods gets some shots in on Dogg but turns around into a Fameasser from Billy Gunn! 1-2-3!
Billy Gunn pins Xavier Woods via Fameasser (Truth & Consequences are eliminated)
Road Dogg grabs one of the tag title belts and brings it in the ring. The referee tries to stop him but Billy warns the referee that Triple H will fire him if he gets in their way. Billy holds Goldust as Road Dogg charges with the title ---- Goldust low blows Billy Gunn and ducks; Road Dogg knocks out Billy Gunn with the title belt! Cody Rhodes grabs Road Dogg and hits the Cross Rhodes!
Cody Rhodes pins Billy Gunn via Cross Rhodes (The New Age Outlaws are eliminated)
We are down to two teams. The Rhodes Brothers and The Uso's. The teams gather themselves in opposite corners as the crowd swells to a fever pitch. All four slug it out in the middle. Double Superkick to Goldust sends him to the floor. Cody hits the Bionic Elbow to Jimmy! Alabama Slam to Jey! Cody is all fired up! Cody goes for the Cross Rhodes but nearly gets pinned on a roll up. Double Superkick to Cody! Both The Uso's climb to the top rope but Goldust comes back in and drops Jimmy right on his yambags! Goldust meets Jey on the other side and delivers a giant superplex! BUT JIMMY RECOVERS AND FLIES OFF THE TOP! USO SPLASH TO GOLDUST! 1-2-CODY BREAKS UP THE PIN! Cody hits a Disaster Kick to Jimmy but gets Superkicked by Jey! With his last gasp of energy, Goldust nails Jey with the Final Cut! 1-2-3! Cody and Goldust retain!
Goldust pins Jey Uso via The Final Cut
Result- Cody Rhodes and Goldust retain the WWE World Tag Team Championship. (15:59)
CM Punk is taping his wrists in the locker room when Corporate Kane approaches with a bunch of security. Punk stands up ready to defend himself. But Kane tells him to calm down. He's here with a gift from The Authority. Kane hands Punk a Rumble number from the tumbler and tells him on behalf of The Authority, they wish him luck tonight. Kane leaves as punk opens the ball and shakes his head.
A video package showcases the rivalry between the United States Champion Dean Ambrose and Rob Van Dam. After RVD became # 1 Contender, The Shield brutalized him in a 3 on 1 beatdown. The next week, Rob Van Dam attacked Ambrose with a steel chair and delivered a devastating Van Daminator. Ambrose got busted open but the blood seemed to turn him into some kind of maniac. A bloodied Ambrose cut an iconically intense promo backstage in the boiler room where he challenged RVD to a Hardcore match at the Royal Rumble. Rob Van Dam accepted and began to tap into his hardcore style, even going as far as to bring back his old friend Sabu to help him fend off repeated attacks by The Shield. Tonight this rivalry concludes in a Hardcore match for the US Championship.
Dean Ambrose (c) vs. Rob Van Dam for the United States Championship in a Hardcore Match
Van Dam starts off hot with a barrage of kicks to Ambrose. RVD hits his signature barricade legdrop from the apron! He pulls out a kendo stick and starts unloading on the champion. Ambrose stops the beating by raking RVD's eyes and then snapping the kendo stick in half. Ambrose goes berserk, stabbing RVD with the sharp part of the broken kendo stick repeatedly in the corner as JR tells the TV audience to put their kids to bed because "this match is going to be bowling shoe ugly folks". Van Dam slides out of the ring and we see he's bleeding profusely. Ambrose stalks his prey on the outside but RVD tosses a steel chair full speed at his head! RVD goes under the ring and grabs a couple of trash cans and a lid. He smashes Ambrose over the head with the lid and throws him in the ring. RVD sets up a table on the outside but is momentarily distracted, trying to wipe the blood out of his eyes which allows Ambrose to crush one of the trash cans over Van Dam's head. Like a shark that smells blood in the water, Ambrose pounces on RVD and unloads punches to his open cut. The referee pulls him off and checks on RVD. But Ambrose is not done. Far from it. He goes under the ring and grabs a barbed wired baseball bat! As he gets in the ring, RVD kicks the barbed wired bat into Ambrose's face! Spike DDT! Van Dam puts a trash can over Ambrose's head and props him in the corner. VAN TERMINATOR WITH A STEEL CHAIR INTO THE TRASH CAN! RVD slowly drapes his arm over Ambrose. 1-2-Dean somehow kicks out! They exchange punches in the middle of the ring until Ambrose bites RVD's bloody head!!! RVD punches Ambrose just to get him off of him but Dean rebounds with a lariat that turns RVD inside out! Instead of going for the pin, Ambrose picks up the barbed wired baseball bat and smashes RVD in the back repeatedly! Van Dam rolls to the apron but Ambrose follows him and starts grinding the barbed wire in RVD's face! Using the pure adrenaline of survival instinct, RVD reverses into a suplex over the ropes, sending he and Ambrose crashing through the table on the outside!
The fans chant "Holy shit!" as the announcers question how much more these guys, specifically RVD, can take. RVD is first to his feet and throws Ambrose in the ring. RVD climbs to the top rope but Ambrose hits the ropes and causes him to lose balance. He tosses RVD off the top rope onto a trash can! Ambrose goes under the ring and grabs a bag..... The referee tries to stop him but Ambrose shoves him to the ground and empties the contents all over the ring ---- IT'S THUMBTACKS! He turns around and catches a steel chair hurled at him by RVD! VAN TERMINATOR! Ambrose falls into the tacks! RVD goes up top! FIVE STAR FROG SPLASH INTO THE TACKS! "BY GAWD!" Cover! 1-2-Ambrose kicks out by shoving a handful of tacks into RVD's face! Van Dam screams in pain as a now bloody Ambrose pulls himself to his feet and smiles. DIRTY DEEDS ON THE TACKS! 1-2-3!
Result- Dean Ambrose wins by pinfall via Dirty Deeds onto thumbtacks! (22:22)
Rob Van Dam is taken out on a stretcher as Dean Ambrose sits bloodied in the corner, with thumbtacks all over him and the United States Title over his shoulder, admiring his work.
Writer's Note: This match writes RVD out for the foreseeable future to give him a well deserved break. Ambrose is put over as a sadistic, hardcore, psycho path on RVD's way out.
We cut backstage where Mark Henry and The Big Show are picking their numbers. Stephanie McMahon plays nice with the legendary giants, telling them that there are always advantages to helping The Authority. Mark Henry laughs her off and walks out but Big Show appears to contemplate her words. Daniel Bryan walks in and has a face off with Triple H. Bryan wants to pick his Rumble number but HHH tells him there's only one ball left. He teases not giving it to him but places it in his hands. Bryan opens it, shakes his head and smiles, saying he wouldn't expect anything less from The Authority.
A video package on the history of the Royal Rumble match is next, highlighting past winners, elimination records, and obscure statistics. Ladies and gentlemen. We promised you a great main event.
Main Event- 30 Man Royal Rumble Match
1. Daniel Bryan
2. CM Punk
The two heroes of our story; enemies of The Authority that have been given the insurmountable task of winning from the opening spots if they want to main event Wrestlemania. They slug it out and the fans love every second of it.
3. Big E Langston
The Intercontinental Champion gets a chance to showcase his abilities in full spotlight. He tosses Bryan and Punk around much to the chagrin of the crowd. Punk and Bryan team up to stop the onslaught and slow the big man down.
4. Mark Henry
The World's Strongest Man double clotheslines Punk and Bryan before squaring up with Big E. The two meaty men begin slappin' meat until Henry squashes the IC Champion in the corner and takes advantage.
5. Alexander Rusev
The Bulgarian Brute from NXT goes nose to nose with Mark Henry. Rusev kicks Henry in the head and then charges full speed, clobbering him and sending Mark crashing from the ring for our first official elimination of the night!
Alexander Rusev eliminates Mark Henry
6. Evan Bourne
Bourne quickens the pace of the match and hits a barrage of high flying moves until he meets the brick wall known as Rusev. Rusev gets Bourne in a precarious position and clotheslines him so hard that he takes a nasty backflip bump off the apron ala Paul London 2005.
Alexander Rusev eliminates Evan Bourne
Rusev turns around and realizes he's surrounded by Bryan, Punk, and Big E! He fights valiantly but it's no use. YES+ Knee by Bryan! Rusev is rocked but still standing! GTS by Punk! Rusev is STILL somehow on his feet but falls back against the ropes ..... A clothesline from Big E sends Rusev over the ropes for another elimination!
Big E Langston eliminates Alexander Rusev
7. Alberto Del Rio w/Ricardo Rodriguez
As a former World Champion and Royal Rumble winner, Del Rio has to be considered dangerous in this match. He hits a nasty double foot stomp on Big E and trash talks the fans as they boo him out of the building. Bryan and Punk hit a Hart Attack on Del Rio to a massive pop!
8. Kevin Nash
It looks like The Authority have a couple of tricks up their sleeve tonight. Nash immediately targets Punk and Bryan, savouring the boo's from the audience. Meanwhile, Big E nearly has Del Rio eliminated until Rodriguez hops on the apron and allows Del Rio to get the advantage by jamming him thumb in Big E's eye! Del Rio kicks Big E in the face and eliminates the Intercontinental Champion!
Alberto Del Rio eliminates Big E Langston
Del Rio and Nash team up to beat down Punk and Bryan.
9. John Cena
Business is about to pick up! Cena hits the ring and takes the fight to Del Rio and Nash! AA to Del Rio! Nash immediately takes Cena down with a big boot and mocks the fans, pretending to cry. Jackknife Powerbomb to Cena! Nash tosses Punk over the ropes but Punk skins the cat and starts kicking Nash in his surgically repaired knee's.
10. Big Show
Nash throws Punk into the ring post and has a face off with The World's Largest Athlete. Nash extends his hand, wondering if Show is going to take The Authority up on their offer. Big Show teases joining him --- psych! Knockout Punch by Big Show! Nash crumples to the mat. The fans love it as Big Show gets hyped up and then starts chopping Del Rio in the corner.
11. X-Pac
Another surprise return! But is this another legend doing the bidding of The Authority? Pac does some crotch chops and gets a good reaction as he fist bumps The Big Show and hits a Bronco Buster to Del Rio! But X-Pac cannot be trusted as he kicks Big Show right in the family jewels! Kevin Nash pulls himself to his feet and two sweets X-Pac! Nash goes to stomping on The Big Show as Pac charges for a Bronco Buster on Punk ---- Cena takes X-Pac's head off with a clothesline and then AA's him from the ring!
John Cena eliminates X-Pac
Cena, Punk, and Bryan all attack Kevin Nash and buy enough time for Big Show to recover. Show grabs Nash by the throat and pushes him back over the ropes!
Big Show eliminates Kevin Nash
Show, Cena, Punk, Bryan, and Del Rio all fight and try to eliminate each other as the buzzer sounds for the next entrant.
12. Bray Wyatt
The mood has shifted in the arena! Bray Wyatt comes in like an absolute killer, wrecking everyone in his path. Sister Abigail to CM Punk! Daniel Bryan is the last one standing and the crowd breaks out into thunderous "YES!" chants as Bryan and Wyatt exchange stiff slaps and beat the piss out of each other!
13. Erick Rowan
A coincidence or the puppet strings of The Authority? The Wyatt Family now has two members and begin to dominate. Big Show grabs their throats but Rowan breaks free with several headbutts! Big Show slumps back against the ropes --- Wyatt and Rowan dump him to the floor!
Bray Wyatt and Erick Rowan eliminate Big Show
Wyatt sits in the corner moving his hands like a orchestra conductor as Rowan chokes Daniel Bryan on the opposite side of the ring. Del Rio tries to eliminate John Cena.
14. Brodus Clay
The Funkasaurus is in no dancing mood, he knows how serious this opportunity is and he also knows what he's up against. As soon as he slides in the ring, Wyatt and Rowan put the boots to him. Clay fights back but it's no use. It's Wyatt Family domination as Bray hits a Sister Abigail and then Rowan throws the big man over the ropes.
Erick Rowan eliminates Brodus Clay
CM Punk is Bray Wyatt's next target but he fights for his life and hits a big roundhouse kick to Rowan! Bray has to fend for himself and he smiles, it's time to dance!
15. Kofi Kingston
Kingston is a house of fire, flying all over the ring. SOS to Bray Wyatt! Trouble in Paradise to Del Rio! Kingston springboards off the ropes but gets caught by Erick Rowan! Rowan press slams Kofi to the outside ---- Kofi lands on the barricade! He trust falls back into the crowd and they surf him around as the arena breaks out into huge "KOFI!" chants.
16. Santino Marella
Santino breaks out THE COBRA! Wyatt does the creepy spider walk which freaks Santino out ---- he eliminates himself and walks to the back!
Santino Marella eliminates himself
17. Ezekiel Jackson
As Jackson walks down to the ring, the crowd bring Kofi back to the barricade and he hops to the apron! Bray Wyatt launches himself into Kofi, sending him flying into in the arms of Ezekiel Jackson! Kofi is all pumped up at avoiding elimination twice but Jackson bodyslams Kofi on the floor! Kofi is now out and Big Zeke has his first elimination before he even gets in the ring!
Ezekiel Jackson eliminates Kofi Kingston
Jackson joins the match and exchanges some shoulder blocks with Erick Rowan. Bray Wyatt continues to brawl with Daniel Bryan while John Cena fights Del Rio.
18. Christian
Captain Charisma joins the match and finds himself squaring off with his old rival Ezekiel Jackson. Jackson gets him up for a Powerslam but Christian fights out and hits the Killswitch! Christian then ducks a Bray Wyatt clothesline and hits a Spear! Del Rio cheapshots Christian and tells the fans to shut up as he chokes Captain Charisma in the corner.
19. Chris Jericho
Y2J makes quite the entrance with a boatload of pyro. Jericho slaps Del Rio and locks in the Walls of Jericho! The ring begins to fill up now as strategy changes this late into the match; nobody wants to risk elimination at this point.
20. The Boogeyman
JBL gets real quiet all of a sudden as the legend crawls out and smashes a clock on his head! Boogeyman gets in the ring and begins eating a handful of worms! This gets Bray Wyatt's attention and the two spooky guys have a staredown. The Eater of Worlds vs. The Eater of Worms. Boogeyman sets Wyatt up for the Pumphandle Slam but Erick Rowan boots him in the head and then tosses him from the ring!
Erick Rowan eliminates The Boogeyman
21. Fandango w/Summer Rae
As Fandango dances his way to the ring, Christian and Jericho team up to eliminate Ezekiel Jackson.
Christian and Chris Jericho eliminate Ezekiel Jackson
Fandango sets his sights on Jericho and shows a more vicious side of himself, stomping Y2J relentlessly. Bray Wyatt and Erick Rowan try to eliminate Christian.
22. Luke Harper
The Wyatt Family is now at full strength. They dominate the field and Luke Harper clotheslines Fandango off the apron!
Luke Harper eliminates Fandango
Bray instructs them to eliminate Bryan but Punk and Cena have something to say about that.
23. Bad News Barrett
As Barrett picks the most opportune time to enter, The Wyatt Family gang up on Christian and Bray Wyatt tosses him out!
Bray Wyatt eliminates Christian
Chris Jericho puts up a fight, nailing Rowan with a Codebreaker! The numbers game is still in The Wyatt Family's favour --- Harper decapitates Y2J with a clothesline, and Wyatt eliminates him as well!
Bray Wyatt eliminates Chris Jericho
The clock begins to countdown so Barrett is forced to roll in the ring and Harper attacks him.
24. Shelton Benjamin
AIN'T NO STOPPIN' ME, NOOOO! The Gold Standard makes his return to WWE and gets a nice ovation from the Pittsburgh crowd. He single handedly ends The Wyatt Family's domination by diving onto all three of them! As Bray Wyatt scurries to his feet, Shelton greets him with a T-Bone Suplex! Erick Rowan charges full speed at Daniel Bryan but Bryan avoids him by pulling the rope down and Rowan crashes to the floor!
Daniel Bryan eliminates Erick Rowan
Rowan is pissed and starts dismantling the announce table until the referee's force him to leave. The ring is full of superstars with full intentions of headlining Wrestlemania. Bryan and Punk are spent. Cena too. Del Rio hides in the corner to stay alive. Shelton battles it out with Barrett and Harper. Wyatt pulls himself to his feet.
25. Batista
THE ANIMAL IS HERE! Batista is a one man wrecking crew. Spinebuster to Luke Harper! Batista Bomb to Barrett! Del Rio sneaks up and attempts to toss Batista out but The Animal reverses his momentum and eliminates Del Rio!
Batista eliminates Alberto Del Rio
Batista and Bray Wyatt lock eyes. Wyatt loves it and yells "Show me that Animal, David!" Batista crushes him with a Spear and then finds himself face to face with John Cena. Cena is much more exhausted and ends up getting Spinebustered for his troubles.
26. Roman Reigns
The powerhouse of The Shield enters the ring with bad intentions; Spear to Shelton Benjamin! Superman Punch to Daniel Bryan! Reigns and Batista do battle until Wyatt and Harper attack them ---- Batista and Reigns hit a pair of Spears to The Wyatt Family!
27. Dolph Ziggler
Ziggler comes down with a microphone and tells everyone in the ring that this is his year. Number 27 is the most coveted position as more people have won the Rumble from this spot than any other. He smashes Batista with the microphone and unloads punches on The Animal! Dolph with a Superkick to Barrett and a Zig Zag to John Cena! 10 superstars are left in the ring with 3 more to make their entrance.
28. Seth Rollins
The Architect of The Shield is here and he joins Roman Reigns as they go face to face with Wyatt and Harper! Electricity in the air folks! Things break down; Bray and Roman fight in the corner as Harper drops Rollins with a clothesline! John Cena hoists Luke Harper up and sends him to the floor with an AA!
John Cena eliminates Luke Harper
Bad News Barrett sneaks up and dumps Cena from the ring! John Cena is eliminated! Revenge for The Nexus at last!
Bad News Barrett eliminates John Cena
29. Sheamus
The Celtic Warrior imediately Brogue Kicks Shelton off the apron!
Sheamus eliminates Shelton Benjamin
Everyone fights as the clock counts down for our final entrant.
30. Brock Lesnar w/Paul Heyman
Now we know what Triple H gifted Paul Heyman earlier! The Beast enters the ring and F5's Bad News Barrett to the floor!
Brock Lesnar eliminates Bad News Barrett
Dolph Ziggler jumps on Brock's back and tries to choke him out but Lesnar reverses into an F5 position! Lesnar sends Dolph flying over the ropes!
Brock Lesnar eliminates Dolph Ziggler
Lesnar now targets Batista and hits a series of shoulder blocks in the corner. He picks The Animal up for an F5 but Batista fights out and clotheslines Brock out of the ring!!!
Batista eliminates Brock Lesnar
Brock is in shock along with the announcers and everyone in the arena. He starts pacing around the ring as Batista sets Bray Wyatt up for a Batista Bomb. Lesnar shoves the referee to the ground and slides back in the ring, tossing Batista out!
Brock Lesnar eliminates Batista
Lesnar smashes Batista with the steel steps and then F5's The Animal through the announce table! We're down to five as Rollins and Punk fight on the apron until Punk hits a GTS! Rollins crumbles unconscious to the floor!
CM Punk eliminates Seth Rollins
The final four of the 2014 Royal Rumble: CM Punk, Daniel Bryan, Bray Wyatt, and Roman Reigns. Punk and Bryan entered at number 1 and 2. Incredible accomplishment for them. Roman Reigns Spears Daniel Bryan and then sidesteps Bray Wyatt, sending him flying from the ring!
Roman Reigns eliminates Bray Wyatt
CM Punk hits a GTS on Reigns and all three men are down. Triple H walks down to the ring and rips his jacket off. Kane follows behind him. Punk pulls himself to his feet as tells them to bring it. Randy Orton RKO's CM Punk out of nowhere! The WWE Champion soaks in the boo's as he and Kane throw CM Punk out! "This is bullshit" yells the fans and JR agrees!
Randy Orton and Kane eliminate CM Punk
Triple H smiles and grabs the sledgehammer. Orton and Kane hold Daniel Bryan as HHH charges with the hammer ---- Roman Reigns Spears Triple H! CM Punk pulls Orton from the ring and they brawl into the crowd! Daniel Bryan takes Kane out with the YES+ Knee! With everyone out of the equation, Reigns and Bryan get three minutes of back and forth action, a proper finish to the Rumble. Reigns gets locked in a triangle choke but shows tremendous strength, lifting Bryan up and over the ropes! Bryan holds onto Roman and drags him over with him! They battle on the apron until Bryan viciously kicks Roman in the head! Reigns falls to the floor! Daniel Bryan wins the 2014 Royal Rumble!
Daniel Bryan eliminates Roman Reigns
Winner of the 2014 Royal Rumble: Daniel Bryan
Fireworks explode as Daniel Bryan leads the fans in a YES chant and points at the Wrestlemania sign.