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HealthMaxxing 101: Basic Nutrition

2023.06.04 06:07 Cultural-Climate-311 HealthMaxxing 101: Basic Nutrition

Hi lovelies, I wanted to start a series on basic guides for healthmaxxing topics based on data/science. This is what I am going to focus on and write up some basic guides for people over the coming month. I plan to write some posts on the basics of nutrition; exercise (strength training, cardio and flexibility), skincare, haircare; hygiene; sleep and also other health related guides and will include all easy to read references on the side so you can actually verify things (much easier than journal articles which requires some basic knowledge of stats and metrics). Prior to getting into this, I want to say all of these are my recommendations based on what I've researched and experienced (been doing this for a while and wrote up an extensive data driven guided for myself ages ago which worked for me). I know everyone has individual circumstances/experiences and so want to preface by saying whatever works for you is great but please try and make discussions/comments below value add for others reading with any data/scientific basis if you are suggesting. As a refreshe//I've written previously, my recommendations for your glow up journey starts with
Cycle 1: high reward/low risk cosmetic procedures and development of a basic grooming routine to get some confidence and feel better about yourself (about 3 months) Cycle 2: Healthmaxxing over a prolonged period (6 months - 1 year) to get yourself at the epitome of health that you can maintain for hopefully the rest of your life. Cycle 3: Hardmaxxing. Once you are at the epitome of health + have a fantastic grooming routine, you can start your surgery journey if need be and intelligently make decisions on what you actually need/have the health basis to recover. *** then cycle through again and again as you learn more. Basic Nutrition 101 Healthy Plate: To start with, we want to understand exactly what is a healthy plate and what does it comprise of. A summary of the Harvard School of Public Health Healthy Plate Guide (
Grains: According to the Harvard School of Public Health Whole Grains Guide (
What to have lots of :
SUGGESTION: mix grains with lentils to get some extra protein when having rice dishes (and for a good meal, add some roast vegetables, spices and olives) Protein Key takeaways of some especially healthy protein sources:
Getting into the specifics as based on Harvard Medical School Guide on Protein -'t%20read,legumes%2C%20nuts%2C%20and%20vegetables and Harvard School of Public Health Guide on Protein -
What to avoid:
What to eat lots of:
Suggestion: Eat a variety such as eggs/canned fish breakfast, beans/poultry lunch, salmon/tofu dinner. For cheap easy eats, grain bowls with legumes and tinned fish on toast with picked vegetables is a good go. Vegetables: After doing an analysis via cronometer on the best foods for various micro intakes (highest amounts and most efficient), here is what I came up with:
What can be concluded from the above about things that come up the most:

What I personally like to do to stay within calorie limit and meet targets
Use two apps:
For my meal plan:
I personally find it difficult to have a new meal for all three meals and don't like to spend so much time cooking and having to come up with creative ways to meet micro goals (it's hard because there are so many). So instead I spent a few hours on cronometer to experiment several basic meals I can have during my day to hit most of my micro goals and give myself room for dinner to choose something healthy that isn't so strict.
For me this looks like a:
** I always track my calories to make sure i'm eating well and this keeps me
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2023.06.04 06:06 sucidalpeppershakers Test results!

Test results!
My betta was recently moved to a 10 gallon tank (set up with natural gravel, silk plants, treated water, heater, internal filter, a chunky piece of Mopani wood, and a hideout) and nitrate, nitrite, ammonia, hardness and chlorine all comes up as 0ppm and in the really safe zones, but the water is still very alkaline even with the mopani wood releasing tannins. The water is very brown, like a cup of black tea. Does anyone know how to fix?
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2023.06.04 05:41 Ckirso My take On General Tso's Chicken

Hello Reddit!

There used to be this little restaurant that made the best General Tso's Chicken I ever had in my life. Unfortunately, the restaurant shutdown and left a void in my heart. I tried many other restaurants around me however, they're all super sweet and missing the spice. So I set out on a journey to make my own, I kept chasing his flavor and always felt it was lacking. Well after about 6 different iterations I made my own flavor and it's absolutely amazing. I would love for some of you to give this a try and let me know what you think.
The restaurants General Tso's Chicken My General Tso's Chicken
Tips & Suggestions ● I recommend two woks for this as it will allow you to move the chicken straight from the fryer to being sauced in a shorter time span then letting the chicken cool a second time. ● I recommend making the sauce a day or so in advanced including the heating portion. It allows everything to blend. Ingredients Chicken Prep ● Approximately 2lbs. of boneless & Skinless chicken thigh meat cut into 1-inch cubes ● Cover with Cornstarch generously ● ¼ tsp. of black pepper Sauce ● 2 Tbsp of brown sugar ● 2 – 3 Tsp. of corn starch (use to your desired thickness) ● 1 Tbsp. of ground ginger ● 1/2 tsp. of salt ● Red food coloring (use for desired color) ● 11/2 tsp. of annatto powder ● 1 tsp of ground chili flakes to add extra spice (optional add more the spicier you want it) ● 2 Tbsp. of soy sauce ● 1 Tbsp. of dark soy sauce ● 1/4 cup of pineapple juice ● 2 Tbsp. of rice vinegar ● 2 Tbsp. of white vinegar ● 1/2 cup of chicken broth ● 2 Tbsp of Hoisin Sauce ● 1 Tbsp of Sambal or Chili Paste
Frying & Tossing ● Frying Oil (peanut oil preferred) ● 1 Tbsp. of Sesame Oil ● 4 cloves of minced garlic Instructions 1. In a mixing bowl add the chicken, Cornstarch and the black pepper together and set it aside after mixing it. 2. In another bowl add the ingredients together and mix with a whisk until everything is dissolved and set aside. 3. Pour your choice of oil into a wok to where it’s about an inch deep and set to a medium high heat, get it to about 350°F 4. Once the chicken is battered and the oil is to temperature drop the chicken into the oil but make sure to spread it out and not over crowd the wok. Cook for ~ 2 to 3 minutes then flip the chicken and let cook for 1 to 2 minutes or until fully cooked. Place the chicken on a pan that is lined with paper towels to soak up the oil. You may have to do this a few times to cook all the chicken. Make sure to let the oil get back up to temperature 5. Important – Let the chicken completely cool down. This step is important to get the right crisp of the chicken. 6. Heat the oil up to a high heat around 375°F and fry the chicken again for about 1 minute. Place the chicken back on the pan with the paper towels. 7. Either have a second wok ready or pour out the oil into a temperature safe container and wipe out the wok if you only have one. 8. Pour the Sesame Oil into a cold wok with the minced garlic (use desired amount) can add more chili flake at this point if you don’t think the sauce is spicy enough. Turn the burner to a medium high heat (1 – 10? About a 7 1/2 heat level on the knob). 9. Sauté the garlic to your desired liking then add in the desired amount of sauce you want. Continually stir the sauce scraping the bottom of the wok so that it doesn’t burn (Very similar to a roux). It will start to thicken stop stirring and it boils you can either continue to stir so that it gets thicker or add in your chicken and toss it in the sauce. Make sure to do so quickly and get it off heat after 30 seconds. 10. It also goes great with a bed of rice. 11. Now enjoy the best General Tso’s sauce you’ll ever have. Credit: Shout out to my brother-in-law for showing me these! These are the recipes that I used as a point of reference to make my version of General Tso’s Chicken.\_Qz6f8Yg13U
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2023.06.04 05:30 PunkrockPopeye Beat Em'!

Beat Em'!
"Beat Em'!"
Sometime among the events of the very first Kinder Cosmic...
The director of the United States Space Force marches back and forth before a gathered group of several hardened space marines all standing at attention within a large training room as he addresses the group with a general Patton like speech.
USSF Director: Ladies and gentlemen...We are at the precipice of the dawn of a new age!
*The group murmurs amongst one another curiously.
USSF Director: Time and time again threats from opposing galaxies, dimensions, and outer worlds; some beyond the very realm of human comprehension have descended upon our little blue marble suspended in space and threatened our quality of life, our society, our safety, our sovereignty and our very existence!
*Several members of the group shudder and gasp as the director continues his sermon.
USSF Director: If the citizens of this United States, no...The very world itself are to maintain our status qu-
*The group diverts their attention behind the director towards the sound of a loud, laborious sigh.
*The director shoots a disapproving glare at the alien grey known as Alpha as he continues to speak.
USSF Director: As of late, the only force standing between the citizens of this planet and total annihilation has been...
The lady astronaut and appointed liaison to the greys; one Luna Valentina gently pushes the little grey alien known as Jorg towards the middle of the room as she whispers in his earholes.
Luna: ...Go ahead, Jorg!
*Dressed in a bright red silk dress and miniskirt with a purple bandanna tied tightly around the crown of his head; Jorg stares at the hem of his dress with either side clasped tightly within his hands as he swings his hips from side to side and hums happily as the dress flutters back and forth.
The USSF Director sighs apathetically as he continues to speak, pointing at the little grey now standing beside him.
USSF Director: W-What...
*The Director shields his mouth and whispers to Alpha and Luna as Jorg continues swaying unmoved and unbothered.
USSF Director: What th-....What is this?
*Luna laughs and smiles as she replies patiently.
Luna: The only way I could get him to cooperate is if I let him wear his dress!
*The Director stares at Jorg still humming and fluttering from side to side and then Alpha confusedly.
Alpha: He thinks it makes him stronger...
*Luna giggles as she follows Alpha’s words.
Luna: He...he doesn't understand how feminism works!
*The Director stares at the flamboyant grey and then Alpha once more.
*Alpha throws his hands up as he replies.
Alpha: Who the hell am I to tell him otherwise? As far as I know it probably does!
*The USSF Director sighs frustratedly as he quips.
USSF Director: Jesus fucking Christ...Can he fight wearing it?
*Alpha smirks mischievously as he speaks.
Alpha: ...Jorg? Jorg can fight in anything, anywhere, at anytime!
USSF Director: Fine...Well I guess we'll conti-
*Suddenly the Director is interrupted by a massive, muscled and imposing Sergeant who addresses the group obnoxiously.
Sergeant: Why is that little alien wearing a fuckin' miniskirt!?
Luna snaps defensively.
*A private nearby mutters knowingly.
Private: Well, I heard that lil' shit is completely unhinged!
*The group of hardened space marines murmur amongst one another as Luna plants her hands on her hips and speaks once more.
*The Sergeant points at the preoccupied grey as he speaks once again.
Sergeant: That scrawny, 80 lbs, ugly ass little critter? Saved what? Ru Paul's drag race?
*The private glares at the Sergeant standing beside him confusedly as he continues to speak.
Private: Where the hell have you been man!? You didn't hear about what happened in Tulsa?
*The Sergeant cuts a sidelong glance at the private as he continues to speak.
Sargeant: Stationed abroad... No phones, or internet, or TV, or electricity, or running water...not even a fuckin working toilet! So no...I don't know "what happened in Tulsa".
Private: ...Oh. Well I HEARD he leveled half a city fighting some interstellar Lovecraftian planet killer...
Private: SURE BOSS! whatever y'all say, it's not like it hasn't been cycling all over Tiktok for months...
*Alpha sighs again loudly.
*As the group continues to bicker incessantly the USSF Commander from "Kinder Cosmic: Paradise Lost" strolls into the training room and smiles with a large grin as he leans against a supply depots consignment widow and addresses it's quartermaster casually.
Commander: Has it started yet!?
QuarterMaster: ....Has what started yet?
*The Commander grins mischievously as he continues to speak.
Commander: Say...Are you a bettin' man?
Quarter Master: On what exactly?
Commander: Costello over there of course!
*The Quarter Master stares at the grey still preoccupied with his pretty dress and then the Commander once again.
Quarter Master: That sick lookin, effeminate little space midget against ALL OF THEM!?
*The Commander smiles knowingly.
Commander: You bet your ass!
*The QuarterMaster doubles a glance back and forth between the grey and the Commander as he speaks.
QuarterMaster: How drunk are you?
Commander: VERY!
QuarterMaster: How much do you wanna put down on him?
*The Commander reaches into his pocket then slams several stacks of money upon the window's table as he speaks.
Commander: My ENTIRE goddamned pension!
*The Quarter Master stares at the little grey smiling as he swings in his pretty red dress and then the hardened military veterans and finally, the grinning Commander once more.
Quarter Master: You're on!
*The USSF Director silences the gathered, bickering and murmuring group as he interjects.
USSF Director: QUIET!
*The group of military commandos quickly stand at attention as the USSF Director commences pacing and continues his addressment once again while Luna smiles knowingly and Alpha shakes his head from side to side...also knowingly.
USSF Director: THE POINT IS! That we're facing a potential threat that is completely out of human understanding, the very laws of physics itself and our current martial capabilities!
*The USSF Director points at the greys; Alpha’s arms folded as he stands like a solemn statue and Jorg still hyperfocused as he busily plays with his red dress.
USSF Director: Although they ARE friendl-
*Alpha’s face sours distastefully as he hisses underbreath.
Alpha: Pshhh...
*The Director darts a sharp glare at Alpha who returns it with a twisted, smug expression and then at Luna who shrugs her shoulders casually.
USSF Director: ....Although they ARE NOT THE ENEMY we can not let the future of humanity...
*The Director stares at Jorg who is still absolutely lost within his own world as he continues to speak.
USSF Director: ...Rest upon the strapless shoulder blades of one four and a half foot; morally and mentally compromised little...whatever in the hell this thing is.
*The Director points towards Jorg as he flutters and sways repeatedly.
*Luna retorts defensively as Alpha comments sarcastically.
Luna: HEY!
Alpha: Well...I mean, he's right. Man's still kinda a misguided idiot but when he's right he's right!
*The Director glares at Alpha once more as his subordinates murmur and contemplate his directive aloud amongst one another.
Private: We are so, so, so completely and utterly screwed...
*The Sergeant standing besides the private shrugs apathetically as he speaks.
Sergeant: I don't see what the big deal is...
*The director marches to and fro once again as he continues to speak.
USSF Director: That being said! The ONLY WAY to adjust our combat to this new enemy is simulated combat WITH THE ENEMY!
*Alpha smiles slyly and quips sarcastically as The Director retorts with a commanding tone.
Alpha: ....Sissy!
USSF Director: Oh yes you will private! Unless of course you want... AN EXTRA WORK DETAIL!
Private: GOD-DAMNIT!
*The Director grins as he continues to speak.
USSF Director: Besides! You'll only be facing a single extraterrestrial opponent today, Alpha has adamantly refused to participate in this exercise...
*Alpha retorts sharply.
Alpha: I said, "You can go fuck yourself", that's what I said.
*Luna erupts with a riotous laughter as the USSF Director glares at Alpha in return.
*The Sergeant points towards Jorg still playing with his fluttering dress.
Sergeant: And lil' Miss Doubtfire over here? HE'S supposed to be our opponent!?
*Luna beams with pride as she retorts.
Luna: I wouldn't underestimate Jorg! He's wildly talented!
Sergeant: At what!? Martha Stewart style homesteading?
*The group snickers as Luna giggles and returns a mischievous grin and then quips once more.
*Alpha clarifies casually as the group murmurs and looks on at the little grey still lost amongst the surrounding atmosphere.
Alpha: Consent for Jorg is kind of a non-issue, he's barely aware of where he is half the time. When goaded he does have a certain instinctive enthusiasm for martial combat under the right conditions. I don't even know where he learned it, he just came back one day and knew it innately. Like a telekinetic amalgamation of something between Ong-Bak and Jet Li...
*The Private stares at the little grey in suspended disbelief.
Private: Under...what conditions?
*Alpha grins knowingly; as he responds.
Alpha: Basically...You've got to manage to piss him off.
Private: "Piss him off?"
*The Sergeant cracks his knuckles as he smiles belligerently.
Sergeant: Well this should be easy!
*Alpha shrugs unknowingly.
Alpha: Maybe...Sometimes it is and sometimes it isn't! To evoke this reaction from Jorg or to "Piss him off"; it is like this ingrained psychological trigger. It isn't so much guided as a form of premeditated anger as a kind of pro-active defense mechanism. He's not even really fully aware when he does it. I think it may be a kind of "Fight or Flight" reaction he just does. Except Jorg...well...Jorg pretty much always chooses to fight.
*The privates eyes widen curiously as he stares the little grey up and down before him.
Private: Is he dangerous!?
*The USSF Commander laughs heartily as he slams his hand upon the provisional warehouse window and retorts excitedly.
*The QuarterMaster glares at the USSF Commander as he chimes in.
QuarterMaster: I wanna replace my bet!
*The USSF Commander replies snarkily.
*Alpha, Luna, The Director and the group of soldiers all divert their attention towards the Commander and QuarterMaster until Alpha continues speaking.
Alpha: Jorg!? Dangerous? I mean...IF YOU DESERVE IT then I dunno...
*Alpha shrugs apathetically.
Alpha: ...Maybe? I really doubt he'd actively kill anyone though.
*The private throws his hands into the air and addresses Alpha frustratedly as the group murmurs amongst themselves once more.
*Alpha shrugs once more...
Alpha: It's Jorg...Jorg is Jorg! You'll see...
*The private stares at the two greys one after another then retorts underbreath as he turns to walk away.
Private: I'm so not fuckin doing this...
Sergeant: Well I think they're full of shit...
Sergeant: Of Non-combatant "week-long warriors" I bet! Might as well be a buncha national guardsmen...I mean...JUST LOOK AT HIM!
*The Sergeant points towards Jorg still swaying giddily.
Sergeant: ...There's no way in hell that little queer fella could take a seasoned soldier!
*Luna retorts defensively.
*Luna cuts her gaze towards Alpha seeking confirmation.
Luna: He isn' he?
*Alpha shrugs unknowingly and apathetically as the group murmurs amongst themselves once more.
*The Private suddenly turns then approaches a series of lockers and containment bins stowing riot gear, defensive equipment and padded suits much like one that would be used to disarm a bomb or train a K-9 attack dog as nearly all of his peers follow suit...
Private: I'm not fucking with this lil dude without my PPE!
*The Sergeant snorts obnoxiously in response as he watches.
Sergeant: I don't need that crap...Besides, it's hard to move or fight with all that bullshit on! Whatchu gonna do? Bumper car bang him to death with it?
*The Private shrugs undisturbed.
Private: ....Whatever!
The crowd gathers all around the little grey warily; some armed with things like MMA gloves, hand-wraps, Batons and extended martial defense metallic rods as they all approach the grey from all angles.
Suspicious and cautious at exactly what the little grey might do and exactly how he might respond.
That is all but one, the boisterous military Sergeant who readies himself and then throws the very first strike at the seemingly defenseless and unsuspecting Jorg.
Without ever even lifting his eyes from the hem of his dress, in a matter of moments warping the surrounding spectators very perception of time; Jorg shifts his head slightly towards the left as the Sergeant's fist narrowly misses the grey by a hair's length.
*The USSF Commander slams his hand upon the provisional warehouses window once more as he retorts giddily.
USSF Commander: HAH!
What happens next can best be described through the conveyance of a matter of collective very short-lived and somewhat difficulty perceived moments.
The next soldier and the next and the next and the next; all of them simultaneously rush towards the little grey slinging their fists and their weapons towards the inattentive and unbothered little grey.
Jorg bobs, weaves, and feints his big grey bandanna wrapped head not unlike a hyperactive, super-powered Muhammad Ali; as fist and all flies from every perceivable angle, not ever touching him...not even once, his attention still diverted towards his fluttering dress all the while.
Another military combatant rushes forewords and thrusts a kick towards the grey; to which he spins out of reach with seamless grace as yet another kick comes flying from it's opposing direction to which the grey quickly ducks then loops his body around from underneath...still playing with the hem of his pretty red dress still humming to himself gleefully as Luna erupts with laughter.
Sergeant: What...what the hell IS THIS!?
Private: He....He never even LOOKED at us...NOT ONCE!
*The Director stares at Luna and Alpha then questions them curiously.
USSF Director: Why isn't he defending himself?
Alpha: ...Probably because Jorg doesn't see any of you as a threat.
*The boisterous military Sergeant walks towards Jorg then plants a single finger upon his forehead then slowly pushes him backwards; to which Jorg sways back then forwards then rests in the exact same position of which he'd originally been.
Sergeant: What do you mean he doesn't see us as a threat?
*Alpha responds casually.
Alpha: I mean exactly what I said! Jorg only reacts when driven towards it from an outside stimulus; when he himself, someone he cares about, or perhaps even others are under certain conditions of diress such as a threat or pressure or the friction of oncoming conflict. It is very difficult to tell exactly when this trigger will set off from an outside perspective but FOR JORG these lines are ingrained within his very being. It's like a reflex, he doesn't even have to think about it.
Private: How is it he can move so quickly like that? I could barely even see him doing it!
Alpha: Part of it is because Jorg instinctively compounds his telekinesis with Kinetic energy. The other is because he's clairvoyant, prophetic even. This doesn't just apply to the precepts of time or it's passage through the universe itself but also to an outside stimulus. But just like almost all things concerning Jorg; he isn't fully aware of what he's doing and what he does it its all interdependent on outside stimulus and outside perception and interpretation. In short, Jorg is like a living mirror in everything he does and reasons for doing them. A reflection of one's self whether they even realize it or not. He could punch through a two inch steel wall or bulletproof plate glass window faster than you could blink if he wanted to...
*Alpha shrugs casually.
Alpha: ...Only problem is it takes alot for Jorg to actively feel inclined to do so. Well...sometimes. All that being said apparently he sees absolutely none of you as an inclination for him to act...and so...he doesn't. He doesn't see any of you as a threat!
*The Sergeant fumes angrily and frustratedly as he stares at the preoccupied little alien frustratedly and then speaks angrily.
*Alpha replies to the Sergeant flatly and unflinching.
Alpha: Exactly what I just said...Your limited human capabilities and physicality to Jorg is a non-issue. You're not big enough, strong enough, forceful enough or physically capable through your own recognizance of being a perceivable threat to him.
*The Sergeant stands from the opposing side of the playful grey in the little red dress then angrily unbuttons and unholsters his service weapon as he holds it in both hands, pointed towards the ground.
*The USSF Commander laughs a riotous laugh as he spectates from the warehouse window some distance away then pounds the desk upon it once more as he goads the Sergeant playfully.
*The Commander quickly turns towards it's QuarterMaster then whispers as he winks towards his glare.
USSF Commander: ....Fucking idjit!
*Luna’s eyes widen with worry as she begins to speak.
*Alpha calmly places a gentle hand upon Luna’s shoulder as he knowingly interjects solemnly yet very mischievously.
Alpha: Nah....Let em'.
The Sergeant steadies his firearm upon the grey methodically as all of his compatriots watch onwards nervously.
And what happens next, again...Can best be explained by a breakdown of a series of events that through our perception of time unfolded within a matter of moments.
...But to Jorg himself? Well, that's another matter entirely.
Just like one perceptive light switch suddenly being flicked on from deep, deep, deep within Jorg’s psyche. The little grey suddenly raises his head; his black, saucer shaped eyes widened with a perfectly aligned subconscious awareness. One of them twitching erratically above a maddened grin as above and all throughout this training room; the loud deafening roar of electric guitar reverberates one ear-splitting and most deafening melody.
Loudly cutting through the awkward silence not unlike a high-powered circular saw this melody is that of the song "Beat It" the cover of an infamous Michael Jackson tune preformed by the band "Fall Out Boy".
And as this guitar melody drones and roars throughout the intercom and sirens of the facility all around; As Alpha smirks smugly and Luna laughs...and then gasps. What follows suit could be quite accurately articulated as a series of movements so perceivably fast, powerful, and deadly accurate that one could quite convincingly say that Jorg DID move faster than a human could blink.
He quickly utilizes his telekinetic energy with one hand to jerk the firearm out from within the Sergeant's grasp not unlike a vaulted football ripped from between a running back's fingers. And as this pistol flies and spins towards Jorg he launches himself into the air, quickly preforming a spinning back kick that smacks against the gun sending it ricocheting and flipping once more until it hurtles directly dead center of the Sergeant's face sending him spiraling and sprawled out upon the ground nearby while the gun itself deflects, is thrown against a nearby wall and then misfires.
Space Marine: SHIT...MY LEG!
And as the lyrics of the song echo and vibrates all throughout this training room, quaking its walls and cushioned floormats with every progressing spoken word; the frightened private quickly turns to sprint in the other direction, absolutely ANY direction away from Jorg.
But little did he know; it was far, far, far too late...
Jorg harnesses his telekinetic energy to rip the man's legs out from beneath him, as he does Jorg quickly sprints forward, leaps into the air again like a telekinetic grasshopper then dead drops his knee into the private's back.
As Jorg "ground and pounds" the back of the privates combat protective headgear repeatedly in rapid succession; not unlike quick repeating Wing-Chun punches into the back of the man's head, striking and bouncing his forehead off of the training floor's cushioned material all to the rhythm of this melody. The surrounding marines look around at one another, murmuring in a stunned confusion as the private cries for help.
Private: G-G-GET I-
Private: GET IT OFFA ME!
*The USSF Director points at the private then addresses the fearful combatants sternly.
USSF Director: ...WELL!? HELP HIM!
*One of the remaining combatants turns to kick Jorg off of the private when the grey quickly stops then pivots as if in anticipation of said strike; catches the man's ankle then smiles with a malevolent grin before twisting it with a loud *CRACK!
*Luna squints her eyes closed and winces painfully as Alpha grins a grin very much reflective of Jorg’s and they both comment.
Luna: Oooooooh!
Alpha: Fuck em'...
Elsewhere at the provisional warehouse window the USSF Commander slams his hand down upon the table once more as he also comments; smiling at the QuarterMaster with a shit eating grin all the while.
USSF Commander: That looked like it HURT LIKE HELL! GET EM' HOSS!
*The QuarterMaster also comments, sneering distastefully.
QuarterMaster: I fuckin' hate you...
Elsewhere amongst the whirlwind of rapid, successful strikes and all to a melody; Jorg now stands his miniskirt fluttering in training room's AC cooled air along with the motion of his movements with the Marine's now broken ankle held between the palms of his hands; the man still wailing with pain.
In an amount of time accumulating to less than the passage of a few seconds; the grey spins and leg sweeps the other man's remaining limb, tossing him upwards into the air before kicking him in the abdomen with a telekinetically reinforced strike that sends the man hurtling into and bouncing off of the nearest wall.
As another approaching soldier moves in to strike Jorg the grey quickly hops a foot into the air once more; then quickly plants a deflective side kick in rapid, fluid succession into the center of the man's chest which sends him staggering back just a few paces.
*The soldier hardens himself as he pounds his chest then closes in on Jorg once more.
Space Marine: IS THAT ALL YOU GOT!?
And as this melody continues to pound with a thunderous roar all throughout the training room; Jorg smiles a sadistic smile.
While the man races forwards to preform a takedown upon the little grey, Jorg quickly and acrobatically dips his head and upper abdomen towards the ground. With a certain level of martial flexibility mirroring that of a Shaolin Monk the grey lifts the pad of his foot from behind towards where his head originally was, arching it upwards and from behind his backside with his torso now angled downwards, he then slams the bottom of his foot into the Marine's forehead; stunning him instantaneously.
Jorg quickly rights his equilibrium and with a fluid, unceasing movement uses that very same leg to plant a telekinetically charged front kick into the man's sternum; sending him flying backwards and crashing into yet another padded wall.
A remaining marine shouts at Jorg and then races towards him from a flanked position sending his own angled "axe kick" towards the grey's abdomen.
And as this melody pounds and reverberates the ether all around from every perceivable direction; without so much as a moments hesitation, forethought, or consideration Jorg side steps then archs his own leg around the own man's "Axe Kick" locking it into place.
*The Marine's eyes meet the grey's; whose deep, darkened saucer shaped eyes are deadlocked onto his own. Shining with a glossy, detached madness as the grey's smile widens. And with their legs locked in place, Jorg intentionally restricts the man's movement; the Marine's remaining free leg trembles as he utters words of fear and astonishment.
Space Marine: Oh....SHI-
*Before the man can even get the words out the grey hops into the air with his remaining leg with the other still locked in place, then uses his free leg to dropkick the soldier dead center of his chest with another telekinetically reinforced strike before quickly releasing his leglock to send the man vaulting into another padded wall not unlike a human bullet.
And as this resounding melody finally tolls onwards towards it's completion; the little grey still stands in the middle of this training room. In the exact spot in which he'd originally began; surrounded by moaning, bloody, blackened and bruised human cadavers.
Who at this point are each and all very, very much alive; though perhaps their pride...not so much.
*Luna shakes her head from side to side as the USSF Director speaks.
USSF Director: Well...we're never doing that again!
*Alpha stares at the director and smiles with an air of apathy.
Alpha: I could have told you but you'd never have listened...
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USSF Commander: It was nice doin' business with you!
QuarterMaster: Shut the hell up...
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2023.06.04 05:29 Practical_Culture833 Second food challenge! Borscht Soup with Cherokee Hominy Dumplings

Title: Borscht Soup with Cherokee Hominy Dumplings
Ingredients: - 2 tablespoons (30 ml) vegetable oil - 1 large onion, diced - 2 carrots, diced - 2 cloves of garlic, minced - 2 medium beets, peeled and grated - 2 potatoes, peeled and diced - 4 cups (960 ml) vegetable broth - 1 cup (240 ml) water - 2 bay leaves - 1 tablespoon (15 ml) tomato paste - 1 teaspoon (5 ml) dried dill - Salt and pepper to taste - 1 cup (240 ml) cooked hominy (similar to traditional corn grits) - 1/2 cup (120 ml) all-purpose flour - 1/4 cup (60 ml) cornmeal - 1/2 teaspoon (2.5 ml) baking powder - 1/2 teaspoon (2.5 ml) salt - 1/2 cup (120 ml) buttermilk - Fresh parsley, chopped (for garnish)
  1. Heat the vegetable oil in a large pot over medium heat. Add the diced onion and carrots, and sauté until they begin to soften, about 5 minutes. Add the minced garlic and grated beets, and cook for an additional 3 minutes.
  2. Add the diced potatoes, vegetable broth, water, bay leaves, tomato paste, dried dill, salt, and pepper to the pot. Bring the mixture to a boil, then reduce the heat to low and let it simmer for about 30 minutes or until the vegetables are tender.
  3. In the meantime, prepare the Cherokee hominy dumplings. In a mixing bowl, combine the cooked hominy, all-purpose flour, cornmeal, baking powder, and salt. Stir in the buttermilk until a sticky dough forms.
  4. Once the vegetables in the soup are tender, drop spoonfuls of the hominy dumpling dough into the simmering soup. Cover the pot and let the dumplings cook for about 15 minutes until they are cooked through.
  5. Remove the bay leaves from the soup and taste for seasoning, adjusting salt and pepper if needed.
  6. Ladle the borscht soup with Cherokee hominy dumplings into bowls and garnish with fresh parsley.
  7. Serve the soup hot and enjoy the delightful fusion of flavors from Cherokee and Russian cuisine.
Story: In the middle ages, the Cherokee Nation experienced a period of expansion and cultural exchange. Recognizing the opportunities for growth and diplomacy, Chief Suyutsi of the Cherokee formed an alliance with Muskovy, a powerful principality in what would be present-day Russia. This alliance was built on mutual respect, shared values, and a desire for cultural collaboration.
With the support of Muskovy, the Cherokee emissaries embarked on a momentous journey to Russia, navigating vast landscapes and crossing treacherous terrains. Along the way, they encountered the Manchurian Empire, a formidable force in East Asia.
Impressed by the Cherokee's wisdom, diplomacy, and advanced knowledge in various fields, including agriculture and medicine, the Manchurian Empire struck an alliance with the Cherokee as they continued their journey towards Russia.
Upon arrival in Muskovy, the Cherokee emissaries were welcomed with open arms by the local leaders and people. Recognizing the strengths and skills of both nations, a partnership was formed to ensure mutual prosperity and cultural exchange. The Cherokee brought their deep spiritual traditions, agricultural expertise, and vibrant cultural practices, while Muskovy offered their knowledge of governance, military strategy, and access to trade routes.
With the combined forces of the Cherokee, Muskovy, and the Manchurian Empire, the unification of Russia was set in motion. Through strategic alliances, military campaigns, and diplomacy, the Cherokee became a guiding force in the consolidation of Russian territories under their banner. This harmonious collaboration created a unique blend of Cherokee and Russian cultures, weaving together their customs, traditions, and even cuisine.
As the Cherokee settled across Russia, their culinary heritage mixed with Russian flavors, resulting in innovative dishes like the Borscht Soup with Cherokee Hominy Dumplings. This culinary fusion represented the shared history and cultural exchange between the Cherokee and the people of Russia.
The legacy of the Cherokee's unification of Russia, with the help of Muskovy and the alliance with the Manchurian Empire, left a lasting impact on both nations. It marked a turning point in their histories, showcasing the power of unity, respect for diverse cultures, and the potential for shared prosperity.
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2023.06.04 04:41 Researcher_1999 Mystery Solved: The Real Reason the Cafeteria Bombs Failed (and Why a Diversionary Bomb Ignited When Moved/Kicked)

Mystery Solved: The Real Reason the Cafeteria Bombs Failed (and Why a Diversionary Bomb Ignited When Moved/Kicked)
The idea that those cafeteria bombs had any power whatsoever is giving them way too much credit.
Sure, the tanks were heavy, but that's where the impressive nature of these bombs begins and ends.
Disclaimer: This post in no way provides instructions on how to make a bomb or a timing device. This is an analysis of why their timers failed, which is basic electronic circuitry. While this post explains why the timers failed, it does not explain what should have been done to make them work. Their entire design was flawed. There was nothing they could have done differently other than make a completely different circuit, which will not be discussed in this post for obvious reasons.
Why did the cafeteria bomb timers fail?
If you know basic circuitry, it's obvious by looking at this photo:
Time clock
Most people have been told that in order to create a timing device out of a manual alarm clock, the hands need to be metal. Rumor has it, this particular model had plastic hands, which prevented the circuit from being completed. Plastic won't complete a circuit, it's true, but there are two reasons this doesn't matter: (1) there's a simple foolproof way to use a plastic hand anyway, but (2), their timers weren't built to complete the circuit with the clock hands.
How do we know this? There's no screw in the faceplate. Clock hands need to run into a metal post on the faceplate to complete a circuit. This is not how they created their circuitry. Their circuitry was 100% in the bells. Except they didn't actually create a strong circuit. It seems they were given bad, bad instructions from someone. (Or they used this powerless circuit to set off fireworks as a test run and didn't realize it wouldn't translate to big bombs).
Here's another clock and you can see there is no screw here, either.
Time clock

We don't have any evidence that they tested their timers
If they tested their timing circuitry with any success, they probably did it out in the open (not in a closed bag) because getting a fuse to light with electricity through wires is not as easy as lighting it with a lighter or even a match. They used matches all right, but if they couldn't get that fuse to ignite with the electricity first, those matches were never going to ignite to kickstart their "bombs."
Their timers did ignite when the alarms went off
A closer look at the photos suggests these timing devices did ignite, but had no real power because (1) they built a weak, useless "circuit" that rapidly connected and disconnected the circuit continuously, and (2) their ignition source (and power source - 9v battery) was weak.
It is possible that they created the stronger version of the bell circuit, which would not rapidly connect and disconnect the circuit, but it's impossible to know for sure without more photos.
Below is a video demonstrating the potential power of their "timing devices" with the same circuitry and a comparable ignition source to what they used (Keep in mind, in this video, the circuit is created properly, the ignition source is slightly more ignitable than what they created, this uses a much more powerful battery, and it still has no power):
This is the amount of power their timers had to ignite those cafeteria bombs. Actually less.
Their circuitry did not have the power to ignite anything more than fireworks. It was dead from the start. Their setup was what kids do to ignite fireworks remotely when bored. My guess is they tested timers on bottle rockets and other things. Then, they tried to jump from igniting small fireworks with timers to massive bombs.
Was a diversionary bomb really kicked?
I don't buy the story that a diversionary bomb was kicked or moved and then it ignited. I think that's a cover story for why the bag only started a fire and didn't cause any kind of explosion. They already told the story that 2 separate cafe bombs failed because of a single loose wire (impossible and false). With the exception of their car bombs that were intentionally disrupted, it appears that all of their timers ignited at least to a smolder. If they told people this, they would have to account for why they only smoldered and two bombs created a fire (one when shot in the cafeteria and one of the diversionary bombs). Based on the circuitry, they'd have to give away the fact that those cafe bombs were never going to explode, which would blow a hole in their story of why they never entered the school (pun intended).
How we know the clocks likely ignited properly, but were weak
Notice that you can't see the alarm hand in in the second photo. When this type of alarm goes off, the minute hand and small alarm hand overlap and the minute hand conceals the alarm hand underneath. This clock has taken a beating, so it had to have ignited something partially. The fact that the alarm hand isn't visible indicates this timing device ignited because of the circuitry when the alarm rang. So, their circuitry "functioned," but it was weak.
The fact that this device ignited doesn't mean it ignited at the time set on the clock (12:48?). You can set these alarms for any time and then set the timer for any interval of time. They took the plastic/glass faceplates out, so it would have been possible to quickly and easily set the clock to, say, 12:30 and then set the alarm at 12:45 even if the real time was 9am, 8:33am, etc. With the hour hand at the 12, the minute hand at the 6, and the alarm hand at the 9, this timing device would go off in 15 minutes.
In the first image, the minute and hour hands are gone, but the alarm is set at 12, which means it was either set to ignite on the hour (if they set the clock to the correct time) or they used the 12 mark to make it ignite in a relative amount of time. For example, they could have set the clock to any time with the minute hand at the 45 minute mark (the "9") and that would give the timer 15 minutes before it would ignite. Since these clocks can be set to any time to make timing the ignition easy in chunks of 15-30 minutes, we will never know what time these devices were actually set to go off.
Dylan said it would be the most nerve-wracking 15 minutes of his life waiting for the timers to go off before they would start shooting, so they probably did set them for 15 minutes. If that's true, since they planted the bombs at 11am, they would have set them to ignite at 11:15, which makes sense, considering that's about when Dylan went into the cafeteria to apparently check on the bombs and then they started shooting right after.
And they wouldn't need to set the clocks to the actual time to make them go off in 15 minutes. They could have set a clock to 3:45 and set the alarm hand at the 12 and it would have gone off in 15 minutes. So again, we can't tell what time they actually ignited, only that they did ignite given their condition. The timers could have ignited in the bag at the right time and then fizzled out fast. In the video linked above, you'll see how hard it is to get fuse to ignite from this type of circuit, even when the circuit is made correctly and there is no lack of oxygen like there is in a closed bag. Fuses will ignite with a flame, but they had to create the flame with electricity first. Apparently, they couldn't get that.
How did they wire their circuits if it didn't involve the hands?
They set up their timers to complete the circuit with the hammer by ringing the bells. Don't worry, this isn't a functional circuit for anything other than hobby projects, nobody can take this information and use it for a bomb. It's trash. However, it is a huge mistake a lot of people make when using alarm clocks to power DIY electronics projects.
Go back to the first alarm clock. Notice that there is only one wire connected to the bells - it's connected to the left bell. Notice the rest of the wire is out of the picture frame. Notice also that the metal hammer that rings the bells is missing from the clock. The hammer is either connected to an alligator clip on the other end of that wire and was ripped off the clock, or it completely fell out of the clock.
Also notice the duct tape on the metal bar that connects the bells. That's probably not there just to hold the battery. The tape is likely wrapped over the space where they cut the bar in the middle. (This is a circuit a lot of people make, but it's crap and intermittent). It's possible they made it slightly differently, but either way the circuits were weak.
Here's a video that shows the end result of igniting a very similar ignition source using the same type of circuit they made, but with 4x the battery power and at least 2x the number of matches to keep the flame going AND the person who created this is preventing the hammer from moving, so the circuit doesn't break 10x a second. This is MORE powerful than what they created, and observe how weak this is:
There's your maximum oh-so-powerful, deadly, "could have taken down the library and killed 500+ people" bomb ignition potential right there.
It's completely understandable that the response that day was to be cautious of their bombs. However, there is absolutely no reason to perpetuate the idea that their bombs could have ever gone off or posed a threat beyond the pressure release valve filling the cafeteria with gas that would ignite, or the fire we see in the CCTV footage. There never could have been any explosions even if they had created a proper electrical circuit (this is discussed in a previous post).
The media is fully responsible for creating Eric and Dylan to be legendary school shooters and failed bombers, where they almost killed hundreds of people. Not so. That's not reality.
From the other post about this:
The puny fire we see on the CCTV tape was all they ever could have achieved. The "cafeteria bombs" were not bombs. They were heavy things that resembled bombs made by two people who were living in a fantasy world trying to play "bomber" when in reality, they had no clue what they were doing.
When Eric wrote about possibly leaving the battery out of the device and then putting it in when he got the bomb into the commons to avoid having it blow up right then, he was dreaming. That's not how timers even work. He was puffing himself up in his own writing/verbal expressions on the Basement Tapes to make himself feel like he was a badass bomber who knew what he was doing. In reality, he was just like every other teenager, struggling with life more than most, and he had no idea how to be a real criminal. He wasn't the type, but he tried desperately to step into that image to become somebody in death, because he knew, just like everyone knows, that people don't care until you're dead. At least, from his perspective that was the only truth he knew.
Now who taught them this circuitry? I know for a fact that other TCMers knew how to make timers that worked and were quite powerful. Why would they choose this specific circuitry when the other option is far more popular and reliable? Someone out there is responsible for teaching them poorly (and thankfully, because they taught them wrong). To my knowledge, this bad circuitry is not in the ACB, so where the heck did they get the idea from?
Did they have a friend taking an electronics course who taught them things here and there? Michelle Hartsough admitted to teaching them how to de-powder fireworks to use the powder for other purposes, since her dad was a pyrotechnics guy.
Someone out there knows the answer. They may even be reading this right now. Perhaps.
Columbine is a great example of how appearances can be deceiving. This is true on many levels, but especially with those "bombs." Now why would the media push that angle so hard? The story that they could have killed hundreds and it's a miracle their cafeteria bombs didn't go off?
I still think it was to cover for the fact that they used a bomb protocol that day and didn't get everyone into the building fast enough. Maybe it was their only line of defense against being sued into oblivion. Tell the families, community, judges, and juries that you couldn't go into the school because the whole school was booby-trapped (give me a break - booby-trapped with crickets?) and there were deadly devices everywhere (you mean pipe bombs that blew off an end cap at best?) and nobody will question you if you're the expert. Of course they had to be careful. They could have been injured, absolutely. Their pipe bombs had some power, but not enough to kill people with shrapnel (what shrapnel? They mostly remained intact), and not enough to warrant the lack of entry into the building. But, that's hindsight I guess.
So get the media to remind everyone for months and years that these two teenagers were in total control of the school with massively powerful, super-deadly bombs everywhere, and make the scene sound more dangerous than it really was for all those officers outside... and it will be believed. Man, they're legends because of this.
But leak one evidence photo of a timing device that gives away the whole show (plus other details in the documentation about the components) and when people notice the details, the circus comes to a close.
Th-th-th-th-th-th-th-that's all folks!
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2023.06.04 04:01 mkissel1 Glow not saving for images

Glow not saving for images
I am trying to make stickers. When I apply the glow background setting to my images, it will not save for some reason. I have a text over the image, which I then group together the text and image. Is this a possible reason why it may not be saving??

Also, how can I get the glow around my text and my sticker images? As of now, my text does not have the glow around it like my image does. Example of my sticker below
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2023.06.04 04:01 CornerCornea Wedding Nightmares. Night Wedding.

I'm recently engaged to a beautiful woman named Larissa who makes my head swirl. Looks, personality, and a similar taste in food, I mean she had it all. For my birthday last year I got to drive one of those Lamborghinis across the track, and fire a round out of an Abram tank. A tank round! I'm not much of a gun aficionado, but a tank round!
Which was all the worst, when 3 weeks before the wedding I had to tell my drop dead gorgeous fiancée that I needed to leave for a couple of days.
It's not an easy thing for a bride to swallow: juggling food prep, alterations, cancellations, seating arrangements, two sides of the family, busy bodies, food allergies, one aunt that won't stop calling, and another one that keeps asking if her wearing white to our wedding as she's sort of the matriarch of the family was going to be a problem (side note: we told her multiple times that it was not okay). The list goes on, trust me.
So when she asked for an explanation. I had to tell her the truth no matter how terrible it sounded. It wouldn't feel right knowing that the precursor to our marriage was a lie.
"Is it kids? Oh God, do you have a little Jimmy running around somewhere? No, Jim. I can't handle this right now."
"Lars, what? No. It's not a kid."
She was peeling and stamping invitations in our tiny 625 square foot apartment. "Well then what is it? I thought we agreed to no bachelor parties. I thought. We agreed that those were for people who were ready for a wedding but not the marriage. I don't care if it's tradition." She stamped the envelop extra hard.
"No, it's nothing like that. Trust me." I shuddered just thinking about it. "It's not any kind of thing I would be doing if I didn't have to."
She glared at me, "But you have to."
I nodded.
The table shook again. "Okay. So spit it out." She handed me a few envelopes. "If it's not a kid. And it's not a bachelor party. Then what is it?" She scoffed, "It's not like you're married right?" Her smile slowly started leaving her face, "Oh my God." She crumpled an envelop against her forehead. "You've got to be kidding me."
"Don't you Larissa me!" She looked me right in the eye, "Tell me I'm not the other woman Jim!"
"Well not technically."
"What does that even mean," she exasperated. "Go on, tell me how it's not technically."
So several years ago I was straight out of college. I could have worked some menial desk job and climbed the corporate ladder. But the idea of never leaving my home town ate me up.
So when an ad for native English speakers to come teach on some remote island presented itself to me. I jumped at the opportunity. Next thing I know I was booking a one way ticket to begin my new life as an expat.
In my head, I thought I was going to land, check into my hotel, enjoy the sights, and come the first Monday walk to the nearest English Cram school and get a job on my good looks alone.
On Monday, the school I went to, the hallways were packed with other Americans, British, Australians, and I think some Canadian was squishing himself into one of the tiny student chairs. All waiting for a job interview.
The next place was like that as well.
So was the next.
By the end of the first week I was beat. Tired and defeated, I thought my luck had run out. So I did what any 20 something would in a brand new city. I hit the bars. I hit them hard.
After the last place kicked me out as they closed I was stumbling around trying to make my way back to the hotel. Grumbling, groggy eyed and trying not to vomit all over the street. When something shiny caught my eye.
It was a silk red purse with gold embroidery tied with a thick yarn. There weren't many people out this late. But everyone who passed by it acted as if it wasn't even there. Like they didn't see it or something.
The bag alone looked like it was worth something. At the time all I was thinking was that, maybe someone would trade a drink for it, as my pockets were empty and all I wanted was for my head to be the same way.
I stumbled as inconspicuously as possible, or as much a drunk guy could finesse and made my way toward the bag. Looking around the entire time, making sure no one was running up claiming that it was theirs, or worse calling me a thief and have me thrown in jail in a different country.
And when no one did, I finally scooped it up and untied it. To my surprise, the bag was filled with money. Bright colorful bills with huge figures even at the current exchange rate. And there was even gold. Some rubies. I took one out and bit into it, almost breaking my tooth.
I couldn't believe how my luck had changed. I flipped through the cash and realized that there was enough to fund my trip for a few extra weeks. AND get me a plane ticket back home. The jewelry even, seemed sizeable.
There I was in one of the lowest, darkest moments. And a pot of gold seemingly dropped out of the sky for me. Thoughts of finding its real owner never even occurred to me.
I was quickly pocketing the thing and planning to high tail it out of there when a frail old man approached me from the shadows. Now I had learned some of the language before hand, but I couldn't understand what he was saying.
He kept smiling though and patting my shoulder, spouting words so quickly that if they weren't already gibberish to me, they would still make no sense in my drunken state.
I fumbled the bag around before juggling it into the crook of my arm, in order to reach my phone to help translate what the hell the old guy was trying to tell me.
The translation caught him mid sentence but all I needed was to hear one word back then and I regurgitated the last couple of hours all over the sidewalk and blacked out.
When I came to, I was back at the hotel with a killer hang over. I was wondering how I made it back when I remembered faintly of the old man helping me. That's when I remembered the pouch and my eyes darted around the room and to my relief, "It wasn't just a dream." The pouch was there, full and plump with a few bills sticking out from the throat.
Next to it was a note, that I would later translate to read about a woman who had turned 18 that year. The numbers 3 and 13 were inscribed as well. Her approximate height, which seemed weird. I mean, why would they go through all this trouble and not just tell me her actual height? Her name, her sign, and her address.
I was completely fucking baffled at all of this information, when I suddenly remembered my phone. I pulled it out and looked up the last thing still on my screen, which was a translation from Google. It read: my future son-in-law. I am so happy you've agreed to marry my daughter. Don't forget to come to the wedding.
No wonder I passed the fuck out.
I shook my head and checked the purse again. Yeah there must have been close to 5 grand in there. Not including the gold, the rubies, or a jade piece I found at the bottom.
Whatever was going on. I had no clue. But I sure as hell wasn't about to get married to some girl I didn't know. Even if I did need the money.
So I used a bit of the cash to get a taxi to the address. When I arrived, the old man saw me from his courtyard. He was smiling and happy, pointing and calling for someone inside the house. A few seconds later a short lively woman appeared. And she was just as happy to see me.
I didn't know what was happening but next thing I do know was they surrounded me in a hug. Happy and joyous, bouncing and wobbling, enough for me to almost hurl again, which I did, except this time I swallowed it.
"Hey, I'm sorry. I don't know what's going on. But the note says something about marriage."
The pair looked at each other and exchanged a series of phrases. "Marriage," the old man finally enunciated.
I nodded. Then shook my head. "No, not marriage."
We went back and forth in a similar manner for awhile before the woman ran off to get someone. When she returned with a young man about 14 or 15, wearing glasses and sporting a bowl cut, he explained to me about the pouch.
"It's a tradition in this area for a ghost dowry. I think that is how you say it."
"A ghost dowry?"
"Yeah. In our area. When a daughter dies really young, especially as an infant. THe parents will start saving money for her ghost dowry. Because we believe that when she turns 18, she'll return and ask to be married off."
"You've got to be kidding me."
"No, it's quite common. Mostly everyone knows about it. Which is why they don't pick up the pouch. Not unless they're really in need of money."
"I'm really in need of cash kid, but I'm not about to get married. I'm especially not getting married to some...girl that passed away." I handed him the money but he wouldn't even touch it. Avoiding it like some kind of plague. I even tried handing it back to the old man but he kept pushing the pouch back at me and shaking his head.
The kid shrugged, "You can't give it back. Those are the rules. Once you've picked it up, you've accepted the dowry and MUST get married."
"Why me," I asked rhetorically.
"She chose you."
"What? Okay. Listen kid. What if I don't get married? Are they going to report me to the cops or sue me?"
"So I can just walk away?"
The kid shrugged again, "You'll be back."
"I'm not sure. But from the stories I've heard. The groom to be always comes back. It might take awhile, but he does. Sometimes it's because he's traditional himself and his family tells him he must do the right thing. Other times he comes back because the girl won't leave him alone."
"Won't leave him alone?"
"Yeah. They say that the bride will come find the man at the hour of her birth, haunting him until he returns and agrees to fulfill his end of the bargain."
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah. Sure. I'm sure that's it kid. Either way. I can't take this money knowing what it's for." I put it on the table. "Please tell him that I wish their family luck in fulfilling their tradition. Also, tell them that I'm sorry for using some of the money for the cab fare. I had no other choice to return what is theirs."
The boy shrugged a third time, "It's yours now. You should take it. What are you going to do? Walk all the way back?"
"That's exactly what I'm going to do."
"It'll be dark by then," he added. "She could come find you."
"I'll be fine. And plus what if she was born in the day time?"
"They only come at the dark time of her birth hour. If she was born in the afternoon. She'll come at midnight," he shouted after me as I left.
I tried not to think about everything that's happened to me this past week as I walked back. But it wasn't a rocks throw by any stretch. Which gave me plenty of time to think. About my maxed out credit cards, the hotel stay winding out by the end of the week, and of course the wedding.
By the time that I got back to the hotel I was a tired, hot mess. I was also hungry and my feet were swollen as they were unused to the tropical heat. But I was sure glad that the showers were already paid up. I took an extra long one before crashing into my bed. Snacking on a candy bar I had brought from back home.
I turned on some tv and tried not to let the impending doom of being kicked out on the streets bother me too much. As a plan began brewing in my head on who I'd call in a few hours when it was morning stateside. A few people still owed me favors back home, which I hoped they would be good for, which I hoped was good enough to get me back home.
Several times I dozed off as the tv buzzed in the background. Each time I woke up staring at the bright red alarm clock blaring its red angry dashes at me. By the third or fourth time my head jerked me awake as it fell to my chest. I looked up to see the time on the clock. It was 3:12. When something clicked in my head and I fished for the note still in my back pocket.
Su-ru Yen
18 this year.
I stopped reading and glanced back up at the clock. The little kids words reaing in my ear. "She comes at her death hour."
I waited, not realizing that I was holding my breath until I felt my lungs start to burn.
In a blink the clock changed and I glanced around as if waiting for something to happen. But nothing happened. My stomach suddenly growled, echoing in the empty room and I laughed, "Maybe I should have just taken the money."
*dak dak*
Came a knock from the motel door.
*dak dak*
My heart was caught in my chest. The main artery was constricted and wouldn't let go.
I was shaking in my bed, too afraid to move or answer the door.
*dak dak* *dak dak* *dak*
It went on like this a full 4 minutes before it stopped. WHen it had finally stopped I tried getting out of bed, but I couldn't. For a second I was afraid to look down, afraid that her hand would be there holding me in place so that we could elope.
But it was just my hand clenching the bed sheets so tightly that I couldn't budge. I had to use my other hand to pry my own fingers off in order to creep slowly to the door and look into the eyehole.
It felt blurry as I blinked my eye, trying to clear it. Tears had welled at the corners without me realizing it. I wiped them away and slowly, reluctantly bent down and stared into the peephole.
No one was there.
But for the next 3 days. My door would knock. It didn't matter if I was on the bed, or in the bathroom. The closet was the worst as the knocking felt like it was right against my face. It didn't even matter if I ran outside, as no one would be around within eyesight. The knocking would always find me.
On the fourth and last day of my stay. The door knocked right on time.
*dak dak* *dak dak* *dak*
I felt the familiar twinge in my chest and my body was numb all over. But this time I was determined to take a look. And finally catch whoever or whatever it was that was playing this cruel joke on me.
*dak dak* *dak dak* *dak*
I tried gettoung out of bed but I couldn't. I was too scared. Several times I glanced from the clock to the door. Afraid to take my eyes off the door for too long, afraid that she would come through it if I did. Afraid that I would miss her and she would haunt me forever. And as the clock started ticking down. I kept whsipering myself. "She's only here for four minutes. She's only here for four minutes." And it was almost 3:17.
Seconds before the clock changed I jumped out of bed. Determined to end this thing once and for all.
*dak dak* *dak dak* *dak*
I didn't have time to look through the door. Even if I did I was afraid if I saw something there. I'd be too chicken to open the door. So I tore the band aid right off and swung the door open wide.
There was no one there.
But then from my corner cornea, something caught my eyes. A trail of something translucent was dragging away. I tried to take a step after it but my first step out of the door stopped me dead. My foot was drenched wet and it felt sticky beneath my sock. The coldness of it traveled up my spine, and to this day I can only describe it as the feeling of something metal scraping across my vertebrate. By the time I looked up, the wisps were gone. ANd the trail it left behind was already drying.
That night I couldn't sleep a wink. I waited until morning came and took to the streets. Desperate to find the old couple's house. Stopping several times to ask for directions and circling around streets and street signs that I couldn't read until I heard a familiar voice.
"I told you you'd be back."
"Kid," I grabbed him.
"Whoa. You look like you've seen a ghost." His eyes grew wide as he looked me over. "So the stories are true!" He didn't waste any more time. "Come on," he called after me. Leading me down the street and to the old couples courtyard. The pouch was still on the table outside where I had left it days ago.
The kid knocked on the door and shouted until the old man answered. He was still in his sleeping clothes when he saw my face, and his demeanor completely changed. He was so happy to see me. Opening the door wider and ushering us inside.
"Tell him I want it to stop," I told the kid. "Tell him I want her to leave me alone."
The kid translated but the old man shook his head before speaking. The kid looked at me and said, "He says then 'Marry her'."
"I can't do that!"
"Then she'll never leave you alone."
"She just going to keep knocking on my door? Forever?"
The kid turned to the old man and told him in their language what I said. The old man gripped his cane and tapped it once lightly on the ground, almost as if he were proud, before he told the boy who then told me, "She's a kind and gentle soul. He knew she would be. If she's only knocking on your door so far."
"So far? So far? Okay. What? Fuck. So then what? What happens if I marry her?"
The kid asks the old man and after a few words were exchanged he turned to me, "Then you will be wed."
"yeah. I get that. But what does that really mean?"
The kid clicks his tongue, "From what I understand. I think it means you'll have to honor her every month."
"Honor her? How? Like make a sacrifice? A blood sacrifice or something?"
The kid laughed, "No. Just Bai Bai. I don't know how to say it. Pray?".
"Pray to her?"
"Acknowledge her. Talk to her wooden nameplate. It's what serves as a gravestone for our dead."
"So just pray to her once a month, and that's it?"
The kid talks to the old man for awhile before turning back to me. "Yeah. That, and you'll be blessed."
"Yeah. Not sure about that one."
"Okay. Fine. What else. Like what if I want a girlfriend someday. Or get married. Have kids. Can I not do that? Will she haunt me? Haunt them?"
The kid asks the old man before turning to me, "Not if you ask for her permission. In a ghost dowry, you're allowed to have concubines. As long as she is consulted first and agrees."
I shake my head, "This is fucking crazy."
The kid shrugs. I seem to get the feeling he likes to shrug. "It's either that or she keeps haunting you."
I mulled that over in my head. "Shit." I stomped around the courtyard. "Okay. Fine. Fine! What do I need to do?"
The kid looks up at the sky. "We'll have to prepare."
"What? But it's already late. I want to get it over with as soon as possible. I don't want to wait another night of her coming to my door."
The kid smiles, "Don't worry. You won't. This kind of wedding can only happen at night."
For the next several hours I waited. Watched as neighbors and family. Cousins. Came to help. Food was brought in. Large round tables were set outside the courtyard. A tailor came and measured me up, twice. Decorations were strung and the sun began to fall.
When night came, the people who had gathered were tired but pleased with themselves that they had finished. I was asked to change into my wedding clothes and to wait outside the door of the couple's house until called. The lanterns behind me burning and the smell of food wafted in the air.
I waited until the doors finally opened.
Inside I saw the old man and the old woman start constructing something before a traditional wooden shrine at the back of the room.
They started with the legs. Sewn pieces of white cloth. The torso. The arms. And finally the head. When it was put together, the couple slipped on a white dress over the effigy they had constructed. Then the old woman went off through one of the side doors and returned with a box. From inside the box she withdrew a folded blanket. It looked faded but the edges were crisp and completely clean. The old man reach into the box and removed a sickly green thread that seemed to stick to his fingers, from it hung tiny strands of black hair, which he stuck gently to the back of the effigy's head.
The woman threw the blanket over its face, covering it.
Then the old couple turned to me and beckoned me forward. I looked behind me and none of the other guests moved.
Even the kid stood next to the door, unwilling to step inside as I entered.
I walked slowly up, next to the effigy until we stood side by side.
The old woman turned toward the shrine where a wooden plaque stood at the table. On it were three character words that I couldn't read. And she began to speak, the kid behind us translated in suit.
"Dear daughter. Mother is glad that you're finally being wed off. Though Mother will miss you as a girl. I am so glad of the woman that you have become. I am so proud of you. Please, continue to make me proud." She sighed. "When you were born I was so happy. Even if you only lived for a few short minutes. And I am sorry that the fates have been cruel to you. But I am thankful that they at least showed mercy enough to give you a husband. Take care my sweet girl."
"We love you," the father finished.
The old couple hands me a bowl. Inside are small boba looking balls swimming in a clear soup.
The kid behind me, "It's tradition to take a bite, and then feed your bride."
I looked at the old couple and they nodded at me, motioning for me to eat. I dipped my spoon in and took a mouthful. Chewing slowly. And swallowing.
Then they motioned for me to feed her.
I dipped my spoon again. And awkwardly raised it towards her. Slipping it under her veil to where her lips would be. Pretending to feed her.
Now I watched them put this thing together. Besides the creepy hair and the swabbing cloth for a veil. It was nothing more than cloth and stuff. I knew this.
At least that was what I thought until I heard it chew.
I could hear her jaws sticking as they moved up and down. The room was dark but signs of the veil moving completely terrified me. I couldn't even hear the people breathing behind me or the lanterns burning. All I could hear was her chewing.
When she finished. There was silence. Then everyone cheered.
After that, it was like any normal wedding I had attended. The guests poured in and I shook just about everyone's hand. Hugging complete strangers. My new parents. And even the kid.
Then we ate and drank, for almost a week. Someone was sent to get my things from the hotel and I stayed with my in-laws for the remainder of my stay. Which turned out to be several years. Because the following week I was offered as job as an English instructor at a nearby school.
I was told the principal owed the old couple a favor, but something told me that it wasn't the whole story.
I enjoyed my work at the school but didn't stay for long. As I started traveling to film a documentary about the local cuisine after a few of my YouTube videos mysteriously went viral as an expat who tried weird but delicious treats.
Eventually, my in-laws passed away. First it was mom. And four days later dad followed suit. I lived alone in the house for awhile, before I hit the jackpot at the weekly supermarket draw from one of my receipts. That, along with selling the house, was enough for me to go back to America and start a brand new life. Where I opened several shabu shabu restaurants that were met with great success.
"Eventually meeting you during one of my rounds."
My fiancée who had been listening to my story slack jawed the entire time couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Bull-fucking-shit!" She slapped me playfully across the arm. "You are such a good fucking liar!" She laughed. "I've always heard about guys not wanting to help out about the wedding arrangements. But this one takes the fucking cake. I'm going to post this in the group chat tomorrow. Bra-vo."
I laughed with her. "Yeah. That's it. It's just a great story."
"Now finish this up and let's go upstairs," she commanded. We stamped the last envelopes and went to bed. She was still laughing sporadically as I closed the door to our bedroom. "Knock knock," she joked.
I humored her, "Knock knock."
And we watched tv until she fell asleep.
I made sure she was sound asleep, before I gently crawled out of bed and put on my slippers. Softly opening the door and closing it behind me as I walked through the house. Down to the first floor. Then to the basement. Where I pulled the key I kept around my neck and slipped it into the lock.
Inside the basement was bare, except for two chairs and some boxes that I had taken from the old house, and the table, and the small wooden plaque that had my first wife's name inscribed on it in her native language.
"I'm going to get married soon," I told her. "She's a great person. Funny. Beautiful. And devoted. Kind of like you." I held the wood plaque in my hands. "I hope you approve." I waited as if she would answer. But she didn't. Never in all the years we've been married. "I can't go back home to ask for your permission. But I hope that this is enough." I looked at her name, almost longingly. As I had grown quite attached to our time together. "And I hope that this will be the last time we talk as I move on with my life. Thank you so much," I told her as I put her away."
Months flew by, and I never revisited the basement. Knowing full well that I had missed our visiting days. Though I'd often catch myself talking to her on some tough days. But nothing bad happened, by not seeing her plaque. Nothing bad at all.
Soon the wedding day was upon us. And it was a great party, as great as the best there ever was. Great good. Great company. And tons and tons of alcohol.
Larissa and I were giggling at the end of it, drunk as we stumbled upstairs from the venue to the presidential suite. Laughing all the way, kissing, barely able to keep our hands off each other as we got into our room.
My new bride pushed herself off me as we entered the threshold, and sprawled herself on the bed. Her legs rubbing against each other as her eyes invited me to come closer. I propped a knee on the bed to join her.
*dak dak*
We both shot our eyes to the door and then at the table side where the clock blared at us an angry red of 3:13.
Larissa looked up at me with a horrified look. I could see her bottom lip quivering.
"Hello," I called out. With my back to the door. "Sam? Bobby?" But no one answered. "Room service?"
*dak dak*
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2023.06.04 03:52 Temporary_Virus19 Make Neutral Apocalypse feel more Apocalyptic?

Just an idea I had, but what if the map changed whenever a Neutral Apocalypse role transformed?
Like, what if:
For Four Horsemen mode, you can mix and match these effects whenever different horsemen transform. Honestly, these changes would really make it seem more like the apocalypse has begun instead of "Oh, it's just another normal day in Salem."
Just a thought.
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2023.06.04 03:46 bellchenst Devlog #1 – Transforming Builds into Engaging Experiences

Devlog #1 – Transforming Builds into Engaging Experiences

The Quest for Purpose in Beautiful Worlds

Spatial Terminal Engine, the ultimate world-building platform, was suffering from an existential problem. Players were creating beautiful voxel worlds, but what they truly lacked was a sense of purpose. Now, as one of the talented developers behind this fantastic game engine, I was immersed in the heart of the discussion that aimed to address this issue. We put our heads together as a team, and I’m here to share with you the fascinating journey we embarked on to turn those picturesque worlds into playable games.
A Parkour Map Made in Spatial Terminal Engine

Sparks of Inspiration from Other Games

Like most developers, we take inspiration from other successful games. Consequently, our brainstorming sessions often revolve around comparing and analyzing the mechanics of games like Minecraft and Space Engineers. Our team’s creative genius, Yuan, suggested incorporating procedural generation in the Spatial Terminal Engine – an interesting idea that would undoubtedly have made our world-building even more vibrant.
However, Bell, our voice of reason, reminded Yuan that creating a procedural generation engine as captivating and detailed as Minecraft’s would be incredibly time-consuming. And so, we decided to do something different. Instead of following in the footsteps of existing games, we chose to empower the creators themselves. After all, who would know better than the creators when it came to designing game mechanics for their own worlds?
We almost tried Procedural Generation.

Learning from the Modding Community

The modding communities of various games, particularly Minecraft and Cities Skyline, played a massive role in shaping our approach to game design. These communities have demonstrated how gameplay, building, modding, and game design can seamlessly function together. Drawing inspiration from them, we decided to equip players with the ability to not only create and play, but also mod and eventually design their games from scratch, if they desire.
To put our vision into action, we needed to make the Spatial Terminal Engine as accessible and user-friendly as possible. This meant eliminating the need for tutorials or coding knowledge, especially for users with no technical background. Yet, as ambitious as it sounds, my brilliant colleagues and I even plan to implement advanced AI in the near future, so that modding can be done by merely prompting the engine itself.

Incorporating Game Mechanics

Setting our grand vision into motion, we introduced our concept of “Spawnables”. These non-voxel objects allowed us to develop a Programmable Engine that enables players to attach executable scripts to Spawnables, thereby bringing game mechanics to the world.
Keeping our design simple, we fashioned flowing light walls for spawn points, giving them programmable functionalities by attaching the world-saving engine API-based scripts. The programmable has three components: a physical object, scripts (methods), and storage fields. By implementing these features, we made it possible for creators to customize Spawnables through our Spawnable Edit Panel, adapting them as they see fit for their game world.
Spawnable Edit Panel

Checkpoints & Endpoints: Breathing Life into Voxel Worlds

With a robust foundation in place, we started designing Checkpoints and Endpoints to turn these voxel worlds into playable games. Our elegant solution took form as a parkour map, where checkpoints set players’ progress and endpoints unlock the Edit Mode. This allows players to add more content or modify mechanics when they reach the endpoint set by the original creator.
In this novel approach, the Endpoint acts as an incentive, making players strive to reach the desirable stage of unlocking the Edit Mode. Our team has grand hopes for the innovative system we’ve developed, and we’re excited to see the community embrace it.
Glowing checkpoint becomes the guidance.

Join the Community & Wishlist Us!

Our incredible journey has led us to develop a game engine that promises an unparalleled experience for both creators and players alike. As a developer, I invite you to join our passionate community, wishlist the Spatial Terminal Engine, and eagerly await more updates (like our upcoming devlog).
Wishlist Us:
Join Discord:

More Tutorials & New Beginner Maps

Furthermore, I wanted to share that we’re adding more instructions and an all-new parkour map in our beginner tutorial section. These exciting additions will be released in our upcoming update just next week. We cannot wait for you to experience our unique game engine, share your world with others, and embark on countless adventures.
Until next time, happy building!
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2023.06.04 03:45 Carmen-Huang Organic plant food pellet making machine available

Organic plant food pellet making machine available
Bio-organic fertilizers made by organic fertilizer pellet making machine are specific products including live microbes, which can acquire specific plant food effects in agricultural production. "Bio-fertilizer" is additionally called microbial fertilizer (abbreviation: microbial plant food).
Its kinds are: nitrogen fixation, root nodule, phosphorus option, silicate, preparation, substance, fungus, antibiotic and other bacterial fertilizers.
A organic fertilizer pellet making device is a molding equipment that can make materials right into spherical forms. The combination of these two granulation methods makes the granules with high sphericity and stunning look.
This plant food pelletizer equipment is among the vital equipment in the substance fertilizer sector. It is suitable for cool and also warm granulation and also massive high, tool as well as low focus compound fertilizers manufacturing.
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The organic plant food pellet making equipment uses the mechanical stirring pressure of high-speed rotation and also the resulting aerodynamic pressure to make the great powder materials continuously recognize the processes of mixing, granulation, spheroidization, and densification in the device, so as to accomplish the function of granulation.
This granulation approach of the organic fertilizer pellet making machine makes the granules have a high spheroidization rate and beautiful granules. The brand-new three-in-one organic fertilizer making device has a uniform granulation bit dimension and a granulation rate of greater than 97%.
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1. Organic plant food pellet making machine process:
Include the certified basic materials into the mixer according to the ratio demands and also mix them uniformly;
Transfer to the disc feeder, as well as tidy up the ferrous compounds in the product during the conveying procedure;
The material in the disc feeder goes into the extrusion natural fertilizer pellet making equipment evenly, the material is required to pass between both pushing rollers and is extruded into flakes. The materials on the screen remain to be smashed and also evaluated;
Semi-finished items are sent out to the finished product screening machine; the evaluated fine particles are straight gone back to the disc feeder; the large particles are crushed by the pulverizer and then went back to the disc feeder;
The qualified products after screening are delivered to the automated product packaging scale for weighing, product packaging and storage space.
2. Benefits and disadvantages of substance plant food
The manufacturing of substance fertilizer by organic fertilizer pellet making equipment procedure has the following advantages and also negative aspects:
Extrusion granulation of organic fertilizer pellet making equipment does not need home heating and humidification of products, which not just saves investment, however also saves power, and can likewise adapt to the granulation of ingredients containing heat-sensitive materials, such as ammonium bicarbonate and some organic fertilizers;
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The shape of extrusion granulation items made by natural fertilizer pellet making device is not as round as the granules created by typical methods such as drum granulation and slurry granulation; if there is a chain reaction in between the components in the item granules, it may create the granules to break.
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3. Full line of organic fertilizer pellet making machine
The manufacturing technology of bio-organic fertilizer is to add organic inoculants to livestock and fowl manure and also various other organic products, and also with biological fermentation therapy, helpful microbes increase, so regarding attain the safe and also industrial products of deodorization, decaying, insecticide and also sterilization of livestock and also poultry manure.
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Bio-organic fertilizer fermentation technique:
1) Fermentation resources: fresh livestock and fowl manure, complementary materials (mushroom deposit).
2) Tools: mixer, mechanical tipping device, shovel.
3) Fermentation stress: unique fermentation strains for bio-organic plant foods.
4) Proportion: 1000 kg of livestock as well as poultry manure, 100 g of natural fertilizer starter pressure.
5) Procedure procedure: The animals and poultry manure is completely mixed with the supporting products and also starter pressures according to the percentage and then piled up into a rectangular product stack with a height of 50 centimeters and also a width of 100 cm.
Place a thermometer, as well as await two days after the temperature level reaches 70 ℃ or even more. Turn the lot with a tipping maker; transform the load again 2 days after the temperature level of the product rises to 60 ℃;.
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2023.06.04 03:38 tonygunk4789 500g STB extraction tek (includes water wash)

So this has worked for me… so far. I will be updating on later pulls but the first pull yielded 3.4g of pretty white xtals. I know that has nothing to do with purity, but it is aesthetically pleasing to me.
Equipment needed:
• 2 2000ml borosilicate media bottles with pp cap
• 500g mhrb
• 100g sodium hydroxide (lye)
• 300ml naptha (heptane, or hexane)
• 160g non iodized salt
• 1400ml water
• stainless steel spoon
• stainless steel funnel “for funnelin”
• 2 1000ml Pyrex measuring cup
• glass pipettes, you WILL use more than one so get a few
• Pyrex dis
• aluminum foil
• nitrile gloves
• razor blades
• pipette pump
• graduated cylinder, for washin
• second Pyrex dish
• prepare lye/salt water, by slowly adding a spoonful of sodium hydroxide to 700ml of water, in measuring cup, and continuously stir with stainless spoon, until each spoonful of it is dissolved, until you have mixed 25g per measuring cup.
While this mix is warm, add 40g of salt to each measuring cup, mixing in a little at a time and stirring to dissolve it all
• while this mix is cooling to room temperature (less than 80°f), add 250g of powdered mhrb, to each media bottle. Once mixture has cooled down, add both measuring cups to (1) media bottle, (you’ll have to repeat this process for the second bottle)
• with mixture added to bottle with mhrb, shake like hell. That’s about it. Shake. Like. Hell. Turning the bottle upside down , mixing as good as you can, do this a few minutes and allow to settle, you’ll see some powder caked to the bottle still, but the mixture will break this down. I let my mixture sit 12 hours, mixed 5 times in total. Once all, and that means ALL of the bark is no longer dry, and fully saturated, add 150ml naptha to each media bottle, and mix well, for around a minute, doing figure 8’s, and turning top to bottom.
• the pp caps are inert, to the lye mixture, so leaving the cap on is fine here, but polypropylene is not inert to naptha, just very resistant, so to be safe, after each mix, I removed the caps, and simply placed my clean measuring cups bottom side down, on top of the bottles.
• repeat mixing step 6 total times, allowing 45 minutes between mixes, totaling 4.5 hours.
• after a few mixes, you may notice your naptha turning yellowish, this just means your solvent is getting saturated! But after all 6 mixes (allowing an hour after the last mix), you’re ready to don your pipette, and latex gloves and start pullin!
• Water wash step
• prepare around 20ml of warm water into a measuring cup, narrow glass, or graduated cylinder if purchased.
Be very careful in this process, and try not to get any of your base layer, by only pulling from the very top of the naptha layer. (I only pulled 100, of my 150ml of naptha, just to be more careful first pull, as long as you keep pullin, you’ll get all there is to be got).
• pull naptha and shoot into glass with warmed water, until you’ve gotten all you’re comfortable getting, and mix well once complete with your pipette. Allow this to settle for 15-20 minutes, and preferably wash again, but you can then pull naptha and shoot into Pyrex dish, and repeat with next bottle
• once all your CLEAN naptha is in your dishes, place aluminum foil over the inside of the lids to keep it from interacting with it, press is down and shape it to the lid. Then put lids on, place in freezer on low setting, and leave them alone no matter how tempting, for 24 hours
• congrats buddy, pal, if you’ve followed this, or even done a similar size batch congrats, cause now you can open your freezer, and behold before you a mesmerizing blizzard like youve never seen before. Still work to do!
• slowly pour naptha out of dishes, and back into clean measuring cups, and place dishes against wall to air out, put something behind them so they don’t fall trust me it’s heartbreaking to see xtals on da floor. Place a fan nearby not blowing directly on them, but to keep air flowing, and let them sit for 3 hours (or longer. Just until there’s no smell of naptha)
• ready to scrape, don more gloves, and get your clean and sterilized razor blade ready and scrape until you get it all. That’s it. All I’ve done to this point but there will be more pulls!
Just please do tons of research, and be very safe. Keep all your equipment clean, don’t be that guy that accidentally pulls some base layer, and just keeps pipetting without cleaning it!
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2023.06.04 03:33 Beeehby Giorgio Armani Luminous Silk Foundation

I use the NARS soft matte complete concealer in Custard to spot conceal. I currently don’t have a foundation that’s a good shade to compare.
Sephora SA shade matched me with 5.25 in the Armani LS. It looked good in-store but ended up being too pink in natural lightening. So I need to get it exchanged.
Does anyone have a shade recommendation?
I’m thinking: 3.5 - light to medium, olive 4.5 - light to medium, neutral 5.5 - medium peach 5.75 - light medium, golden 5.9 - medium neutral
Would appreciate it if anyone have searches of these color.
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2023.06.04 03:32 missjeanlouise12 [sell][US to anywhere][perfume, makeup, nail polish]

Hello, and welcome to my sale!
My spreadsheet of scents can be found here.
I have a few samples from a lot of houses (such as Astrid, NAVA, Area of Effect, Stereoplasm) and a lot of samples from a few houses (most notably, Alkemia, Possets, Deconstructing Eden, Nui Cobalt, Poesie). I have the occasional full size as well.
I go by timestamps, so please do not message me until we have come to an agreement about pricing. I accept PayPal Goods and Services and will cover associated fees. I’ll hold items for a couple of hours unless you request differently, and will then move on to the next interested party if there is one. Some items may be posted on multiple platforms, and I will go by timestamps across all platforms (although I reserve the right to prioritize buyers who are purchasing more).
Shipping starts at $4.50 for perfumes and light items within the continental US and will increase with weight and distance. I'm happy to ship internationally as long as you are willing to pay postage. I look for the best rates, domestic or international, and ship within a few business days.
I have priced items based on what I believe is a fair reflection of value, but please discuss offers with me if your research shows that my pricing is off. Happy to entertain offers and/or bundle if you are buying multiple items. No minimums.
I’ve added swatch pictures that I found online for many of the products that have glimmer, shimmer or shifts. Hopefully this helps show how beautiful and unique these products are!
Eyeshadow Palettes
Ace Beaute Falling for You palette, BNNU, $15 $10
Beauty Bakerie Sugar Cookies palette, most colors used 2 or 3 times, 30 $20
Fantasy Cosmetica Bard palette, Never used but arrived with middle shade shattered. Retails for $38.99. $20
Juvia’s Place The Magic Minis , BNNU, $15 $10
Juvia’s Place The Zulu, 3 colors swatched, $12 $10
KimChi Chic Juicy Velvet palette; see swatch photos from Kimchi Site, BNNU, $12
Lethal Cosmetics Magnetic Pressed Powder Palette in Jolina, 3 or 4 colors swatched. $25
Menagerie Feral Palette, sold out, light usage, $25
Notoriously Morbid Aim With My Eye palette, 3 colors swatched. $16.00
Peach Queen We’re All Mad Here, 3 colors swatched. Sold out on site $20
Pink Crush Cosmetics Nocturnal Garden palette, brand new, $22
Pinky Rose Cosmetics Sunflower palette, most shades swatched once, $12
Pretty Vulgar Pretty Birdie, light use, $36 $10
Sigma x Beauty Bird Dream Palette, most colors swatched, comes with brush, $25
Sigma Warm Neutrals Vol. 2, 4 colors swatched, $15 $10
Sydney Grace Chase Your Dreams, 2 colors swatched, $18 $10
Sugarpill Capsule Collection in black and orange versions, each have a couple of colors swatched, $22 each or both for $40
Single eyeshadows, liners, etc.
About Face Matte Fluid Eye Paint (l - r) in It’s a Blitz and Vertigo Flowers. Swatched with clean, disposable brush. $11 each or both for $20
JD Glow cosmetics L-R: Galaxy liner in Nocturnal; glitter tube in Poise; galaxy liner in Facetime. Each used up to 3x with clean, disposable brush. Retail for $9-10. $4 each; all 3 for $10
Indie shadow large pans $3 each
JD Glow 37mm metallon shadow in Bestie, swatched, $7
JD Glow 37mm metallon shadow in Blue Avenue, swatched, $7
Give Me Glow foiled pigment in Anastasia, swatched, $6
Give Me Glow ultra matte pigment in Dramatic, BNNU, $6
Give Me Glow ultra matte pigment in Tan Lines, BNNU, $6
Moira Cosmetics Lucent Cream Eyeshadow, L-R Cosmos, Earth, Nimbus, each BNIB, $5 each or all 3 for $12
Semi-Loose pigments
These are jars with ¼-1 tsp of semi-loose pigment, some shimmers/metallics, some duo- or multichrome. I encourage you to look up swatches! All are BNNU; most still sealed.
Notoriously Morbid: $6 each
Alkali Lake Monster; see a blogger-posted swatch here
Casualties are Inevitable; see a blogger-posted swatch here
Collaborative Effort; see a blogger-posted swatch here
Stalking Scarecrows; see a blogger-posted swatch here
Spectrum Cosmetics: Aztec, Scale
Lips and Face
MBA Cosmetics Glossy Glaze in Miss Monroe, still sealed, seller image here. $7
Sydney Grace lip cream in Lacy, BNIB, $9
Indie Nail Polish all full size/15 ml unless otherwise indicated
Chaos and Crocodiles in Wishing Star Sky, probably a few years old. Swatch photo. $6
LynB Designs Fishing With No Bait, golden peach linear holo, used for one mani, $6 photo from blogger Naked Without Polish
LynB Designs, L - R Sage It Ain’t So, Rustworthy, Gamboge You Don’t, all BNNU from Tonally Awesome collection. See pictures from site of Rustworthy, and Gamboge You Don’t. $7 each, will bundle.
Moon Shine Mani Nail Polish. Click on shade for swatch photos. And Then There Were None , The Geller Cup, North by Northwest. BNNU, $8 each; will bundle multiples
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Again my perfume spreadsheet can be found here.
You can also check my sale on makeupexchange [listed here](
Thank you!
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2023.06.04 03:27 LucianVK A few of my brush are messed up and Idk why or how to fix it. Help?

Specifically my basic round brush that doesn't do opacity is set to "lighten" or "glow" or something.
Basically it will use the color I picked, but when I let go and go over the same spot it will lighting that specific spot to be brighter and if i spam it will eventually be white regardless of what color i have selected. I checked the erased and it still works just fine. Both the layer and opacity are set to 100% and the layer is set to normal, but it's performing like dodge or brighten. Idk how this happeneded, or how to fix it, I didnt mess around with it at all and have restarted it and it's still happening. Any ideas?
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2023.06.04 03:25 Carmen-Huang How biomass pellet press runs smoothly?

How biomass pellet press runs smoothly?
The biomass pellet press is pushed evenly and also runs efficiently. Richi Machinery is a producer specializing in the manufacturing of biomass pellet press devices. There are numerous versions as well as specifications. Consumers send raw materials, and also we can likewise tailor biomass pellet machines for consumers. Your different manufacturing requirements.
1. Functions of biomass pellet press:
( 1) The two ends of the stress roller of the biomass pellet press kind remain in the very same line speed as the internal and also outer rings of the grinding plate, and there is no misplacement friction between the wheel as well as the mold and mildew, which decreases the resistance, lowers the kinetic energy loss, as well as extends the life span of the mold.
( 2) The pressing rollers of the biomass pellet press are equally set, and the procedure is secure.
( 3) The biofuel pellet maker takes on a main pressure regulating framework to adapt to various products and make certain the pressing impact. Compression molding of timber chips, corn stalks, etc needs a lot of stress. In the very same type of biomass pelletizing devices, the roller part is the central part of the whole devices, and making use of high-grade steel improves the life span of the roller.
( 4) The theme of this framework is stationary, and also the major shaft drives the pressing wheel to push the product, which is suitable for pushing straw pellets.
( 5) The mold and mildew of biomass pellet making machine is vertical, feeding vertically, no arc, very easy to dissipate warm.
( 6) The mold and mildew of the biomass pellet press is fixed, the pressure wheel revolves, the material is centrifuged, as well as the surrounding area is equally distributed.
( 7) The biomass pellet press has 2 layers of mold and mildew, which can be utilized for both purposes, with high outcome and also power conserving.
( 8) The biomass pellet pressing equipment has independent lubrication, high pressure filtering, tidy and also smooth.
( 8) The independent regularity conversion gadget of the biomass pellet press makes certain the molding price of pellets.
Related post:Biomass Pellet Mill For Sale
2. Market prospect:
Major agricultural residues as well as the majority of forestry deposits can be utilized as good resources for biomass briquette gas, and have fantastic prospective for power use; the biomass briquette fuel market in main China, eastern China, southern China, north China as well as northeast China is well created. Develop as well as boost biomass fuel pellet device modern technology as well as briquette gas burning innovation, provide even more rewards and also support policies for briquette gas, develop even more biomass pellet press presentation bases, elevate public understanding of environmental protection and also restrict the unreasonable use coal, etc. Conducive to the development of biomass gas in China, biomass pellet press has excellent market leads.
3. Application of biomass pellet fuel
The 2020 Young people Olympic Games will be kept in Lausanne. The Lausanne Youth Olympic Games Organizing Board just recently announced that the main Olympic lantern improved June 17, 2019 used biomass pellet gas as the gas to stir up the torch for the very first time. Applied at global events.
The only gas used in the Young people Olympic torch will certainly be biomass pellet gas, which is the very first time in the background of the Olympic Games. It shows the idea of lasting growth, as well as it is additionally a acknowledgment of biomass timber pellet fuel. The international promo of this sustainable fuel has a leading role as well as importance. Biomass pellet gas will certainly stir up the main torch of the Youth Olympic Gamings. Do we have any type of factor to turn down biomass pellet fuel?
Biomass pellet gas is a sort of biomass power, which has infinite features. Using biomass pellet gas instead of standard fossil power (coal, oil, natural gas) can reduce the exhaust of greenhouse gas co2 and also reduce the pollution. It has the function of securing our living environment. At the same time, it plays an vital duty in the building and construction of energy safety and security that counts greatly on imported natural gas energy, and also is also in accordance with the advancement concept of extensive reuse of agricultural and also forestry sources.
Biomass pellet fuel is the use of seasonal basic materials in rural areas: such as wood, branches, peanut shells, wheat straw, corn stalks, rice husks, sawdust, shavings, etc. The pertinent procedure is refined into 6-10mm strong granular gas. The granular fuel has the qualities of high calorific worth, low ash material, low wetness, high thickness, resistance to burning, and also no black smoke. It is a common environmentally friendly central heating boiler fuel. Environmental benefits can likewise generate financial benefits, and also the reuse of waste is beneficial to the country as well as individuals, and also satisfies the demands of environmental management advancement.
The expert mechanical equipment for making biomass pellets is called biomass pellet press device, which can process all sort of flammable biomass resources without including any kind of ingredients via biomass pellet press devices to generate biomass pellet fuel.
Biomass pellet gas is making use of seasonal raw materials in backwoods: such as wood, branches, peanut shells, wheat straw, corn stalks, rice husks, sawdust, shavings, and so on. The appropriate procedure is processed into 6-10mm solid granular fuel. The granular fuel has the qualities of high calorific value, reduced ash material, reduced wetness, high thickness, resistance to burning, and no black smoke. It is a common eco-friendly central heating boiler gas. Ecological advantages can likewise create financial benefits, as well as the reuse of waste is beneficial to the country and also the people, and fulfills the requirements of environmental protection development.
Related post:Biomass Pellet Production Line
4. Concerns concerning biomass pellet press
The prop of the biomass granulator utilizes a live head and also a online pole to lower the fixing expense and make the manufacturing more convenient. In regards to devices upkeep, the oil-coated lubrication is transformed to oil-immersed lubrication, which prolongs the life span of the biomass pellet press equipment.
Many individuals are usually bothered by the poor molding effect or the unattainable outcome when making use of the biomass pellet press equipment. Currently the pellet equipment producer introduces some expertise on this issue:
The major factors that identify the form of the biomass pellet press are the size and also moisture of the wood chips. These two factors are critical. Typically, we need that the size of wood chips need to not be larger than two-thirds of the diameter of the pellets processed by the biomass pellet device, which is about 5-6mm.
Power saving, environmental protection, as well as environment-friendly life are the stylish motifs of today's culture, and also the biomass pellet press is a tool that reacts to this idea. It utilizes rural corn stalks, corn cob, leaves as well as various other crops to develop a new type of non-polluting gas, which is a second use it.
If the size is also big, the time of the raw product in the granulating chamber will certainly be prolonged, which directly influences the output, as well as if the raw product is as well large, it needs to be crushed in the powdering chamber before getting in the hole of the abrasive device, to ensure that the mold is pressed. Boosted wheel wear.
The biomass pellet press calls for that the moisture material of wood chips is generally between 10% and also 15%. If the water is as well big, the surface of the processed pellets is not smooth as well as has fractures. Regardless of how much water is present, it will not be developed directly. If the moisture is also small, the powder output price of the biomass pellet maker is high or the pellets are not directly generated.
Founded in 1995, Richi Equipment has been creating steadily and steadily in the field of pellet processing as well as biomass pellet mill offer for sale. It is primarily engaged in the R&D and production of devices required for industry projects such as feed, biomass power, and natural fertilizer. It has actually slowly developed a full R&D, production, sales as well as service system, provide technological services and also sustaining items.
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2023.06.04 03:08 bbirdy99 Drinking Electrolytes Fast vs. Throughout the Day?

Hello, everyone. I am trying to increase my water intake but I’m realizing that mixing electrolytes in my water makes me drink a lot less/slower. I like the flavors, but I just can’t drink it the same way as I would plain ice water. Is there any reason I can’t just chug a cup of water with my electrolyte powder mixed in? Or should I focus on drinking my electrolytes throughout the day? Not sure what’s most beneficial for POTS.
I am in a really, really bad place physically so I want to make sure I’m doing things correctly and setting myself up for positive outcomes. Thank you.
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2023.06.04 02:58 Superflash87 Beyond Freezing UHC Season 3 - Episode 1

Hello! Welcome to Beyond Freezing UHC, Season 3. Beyond Freezing UHC is an ultrahardcore Recorded Round Organized by VioletSin, based on fire and ice~! For our 3rd season, we will be doing a Rigged Teams of 4, with the following gamemodes:
TERRAIN CHANGES: Only snowy/cold biomes. Redstone is replaced by packed ice. Lava pools are much more common on surface. There is scattered netherrack underground. Andesite/Granite/Diorite are all replaced by soul sand.
Blazed Apples - Apples don't drop from leaves. Instead, all Skeletons are replaced by Blazes. Instead of making Golden Apples with apples, you make them with blaze powder that you get from killing blazes. All golden apples eaten give 30 seconds of fire resistance.
Burnt Diamonds - There is a 50% chance you get set on fire when you mine a diamond. There is a 5% chance a diamond you mine is replaced with charcoal.
Flame Perk - There is a 10% chance a bowshot will light the player hit on fire.
Rodless - You know the deal. Rods don't work. Snowballs allowed.
Snow Curse - Upon crafting anything that uses diamonds, you will be frozen. You cannot move for 5 seconds, but you also cannot take or deal damage. Once that 5 seconds is over, any entities within a 20 block radius get set on fire, and get weakness 1 & slowness 1 for 10 seconds. This includes mobs, other players, and yourself.
*Bold = Highlighted
Team Color
Team 1: Dark Red
Granbel Unresponsive im crying
TheRealHagrid Episode 1
VioletSin Episode 1
xCand Episode 1
Team 2: Aqua
Nuclearsugar Episode 1
sr8611 Episode 1
TehBaconBrawlerZ Episode 1
Zebobo10 Full Footage Combined
Team 3: Purple
132SteveBobKoharu20 Episode 1
idklyn help i'm frozen and i can't get up
JaqOnCraq Lost Footage
LoserSky_ Lost Footage
Team 4: Pink
Big_Z60 Heck No
jimmyjegs Episode 1
Ninetals38 Episode 1
Ryfri Episode 1
Team 5: Red
azoof Episode 1
Eluniel Episode 1
Greeples Episode 1
rippersteveM5 hot cold
Team 6: Lime
Flohp Episode 1
Jordtim Episode 1
lexicuhlGIGATONHAMMER Episode 1
wizarde You Who Awaits The Snowmelt
Team 7: Blue
nishimarii Katarenai
nug17 Let's be real, he's a non-recorder at this point
stupidsylvia Episode 1
ZENlTH weather forecast: 30ºC, sunny
Team 8: Yellow
78ford Episode 1
Markedbooboy The Blaze Attack
winterf unresponsive
zac083 Episode 1
Team 9: Green
Andronicus Full Footage Combined
fruitlogic Episode 1
MercuryParadox Episode 1
omchris Episode 1
Previous Episodes
Intro Link


Production - VioletSin
Hosting - MarcusWest
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2023.06.04 02:51 OhZvir Looking for a “special” katana as a personal present for my own birthday, the budget is around $1k. I live in the US. Any suggestions? I narrowed it down to a few but would appreciate Everyone’s feedback. Many Thanks!

A bit of a backstory: I love learning about Japanese swordsmanship, its history, philosophy, I learn about and practice a bit of Iaido, enjoy light cutting but wouldn’t mind finding something a bit heavier duty-friendly. In my humble collection I have a descent number of more-or-less budget offerings from HBF, Jkoo, Lyuesword, and LK Chen. I want to make a bit of a step-up into something beyond 1095 and T10.
I would prefer a slightly longer blade 29-30” and a longer tsuka, between 12”-14”, with Hishigami. Copper spacers and Habaki. I have a custom handmade copper Tsuba that I wouldn’t mind trying to add to the sword but it’s not a hard requirement. Another concern is the steel. Would like something impact resistant and a bit more bendy, if possible. Perhaps a cable steal or some kind or a fancier powder still. I don’t trust the L6.
Hamon is a must, midare or Choji-style, but open to other options. Classic white samegawa, preferably full-wrap, plain (not multi-color) brass or iron tsuba and Koshirae, a bronze menuki would be awesome to have . Something not gaudy or flashy, but practical and yet with an air of elegance. I tend to like floral and nature themes (mountains, moons, Sakura & plant-life, and the rest of such things). Not a big of depictions of battles, samurai (famous and not so famous), skulls and such… Simple geometric patterns made from good castings (that won’t cut into my hand) — are also being seriously considered.
Would love this sword to be the gem of my collection and eventually I plan to compliment it with a matching Wakizashi for my first real daisho.
I don’t mind the slightly heavier geometry and weight due to the length, it would give me some extra challenge and workout, not that old yet to absolutely require a light sword. Bo-Hi with geometric yokote is Ok but not a hard requirement. I am also quite a bit taller than an average man. I have a wonderful Kogarasu Maru and Unokubi Zukuri, light and easy, would like a bit of extra challenge when training.
So far I have my eyes set on the Lion Dog by Hanwei, lower-end but still premium Z-sey and, potentially, a custom sword from Cloudhammer. Kult of Athena has more than half of their catalog on back-order. Including higher- end models by Dragon King (I think they are an offshoot of Hanwei).
Lion Dog at the SBG Store is currently in stock, and at a reduce price. But it doesn’t hit all the desired points, though the dimensions are nice, as well as the steel and the hamon that they use. Samegawa panels seem a bit cheap for the price, but maybe my expectations for such a price tag need to be curbed down a bit.
I hope this helps some, would love to hear your feedback! Thank you for your time.
P.S. I am a bit OCD and won’t tolerate uncentered Habaki, deep scratches on the furniture or saya, not-so-tight and quick-to-frail Ito… Cheap looking sageo is basically the only thing I wouldn’t care as much, if that helps to keep the rest of the components of a decent quality. P. P. S. Any questions are welcome but if you would rather just ignore and move onto something— no hard feeling here as well. Thanks thanks for dropping by! Cheers!
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2023.06.04 02:39 The_Alloquist [A Lord of Death] - Chapter 56 (Sorore)

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Sorore awoke from the blessed, dreamless sleep of the dead to the sound of thin wind outside the waggon. The morning’s sermon on the nature of mages and magic, as well as the recitation of the night of the Burning Tree, was soothing to her. Doubts that had lingered about her ever since the eruption of fire from the church top were set, if not to rest, but to at least silence.
Frare was still fast asleep, and she knew that nothing short of a blow or a scream would wake him. It was odd that he slept with such security with the energy he displayed in waking life. Upon thinking further, Sorore reckoned that perhaps it wasn’t - the boy needed to recover his strength somehow. She picked at her brother’s cheek gently as she fussed over this feature and that, and pondered the riddles of his overflowing vitality.
The strange inkling came that it was not a matter of energy, so much as it was that he bore his confidence into the well of his dreams.
She was about to pursue this thought further before the sound of quiet footsteps outside snapped her to attention. Quickly, she pulled the blanket over her shoulders and pressed herself to her brother, slowing her breathing. The canvas waggon that had been so graciously supplied to them by the villagers rustled as it was teased apart slowly.
“Are they asleep?” came the voice of Niche.
“Yes,” another voice, Lillian’s, “Yes they’re asleep.”
With another rustle, the canvas fell closed, and after a moment, Sorore heard the distant conversation better. She could only see a glimpse of the paladins, perhaps a dozen steps away or two, sitting by the embers of a fading fire.
“What are we doing Lillian?” said Niche, sounding more tired than she’d ever heard before.
“I don’t know,” she said.
“That’s an understatement,” said Niche with a bitter laugh, “we’re letting the commander have free reign.”
“Quiet down,” whispered Lillian, “let them sleep.”
“Why? Why do we let him?” complained Niche, “the children are our charges, ours. Not his. Is he planning to steal the glory?”
“He outranks us,” said Lillian sourly, “it’s that simple. Not to mention he has a hundred men, good, strong, armed men, at beck and call. We don’t. I had hoped we could settle up in the Alonshaze with Ryzea at our backs but…”
There was a silence that hung heavy in the air. It possessed a conspiratorial quality, which disturbed Sorore. The paladins should announce their contentions boldly; skulking was beneath them.
“Do you think he told the truth? About Ryzea?” Niche said.
Something cold and oily ran through Sorore at the words. Of course Naia had told the truth - there would be no reason to lie, would there?
“The other soldiers from the fort held up his side,” Lillian said, “Half the mountain gave way onto the walls, with Ryzea patrolling atop them if the stories are true. He wasn’t lying about the delay either, I don’t think. It would’ve taken weeks to clear the passes properly.”
“I just wish that… wish that we had some idea what was going on,” Niche said as he played with a dagger, “Why were we sent here? So far, with so little?”
“The mysteries of the church run deep,” said Lillian, in a tone that almost sounded sarcastic.
“Please,” he said, “we only stumbled upon lady Aya by happenstance. My faith runs as deep as anyone, but saying that we were meant to find her… after sixty years of nothing? By better men?”
She could see his face, turned toward Lillian with a pinched expression.
“Lillian,” he said, voice grim, “what is the reason we’re really out here?”
“I don’t know,” she said, “you know full well my information is just as limited as yours.”
“Better than mine, by leagues,” he said, “my family’s not on the council of purity.”
The silence became colder and more hostile at the words.
“Do you think I know everything because of my family?” she said quietly, “Do you think they still talk to me?”
“That wasn’t meant to-”
“What? Indicate your intellect?” she said, “point proven then. Your ability to keep your mouth flapping on the other hand-”
“You want to do this right now? Fine,” Niche said, his voice rising, “You know something. You’ve been acting odd from the first moments of our journey. You have connections, regardless of how estranged you might be. And whatever you know, you’ve been keeping it from us the whole time.”
“Keep your voice down,” she hissed, “no, I don’t know anything, and if I did I-”
“Do you trust me or not?” he said, “would it be different if sister Dalia was still with us?”
Lillian’s voice faltered at that, and Sorore remembered the young, brash paladin who’d set out with them. It was a sparse memory - the warrior had always ranged further afield saying that studies were best left for priests, earning her Niche’s exasperation.
“Fine,” said Niche, “now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll take the first watch. I’ll wake you when it’s time.”
There was a sound of clinking as the paladin rose, and Sorore quickly moved to press herself to Frare’s back. She could hear the sounds of footsteps approaching the waggon once more as she settled in and stilled her breathing. As the flap opened, she let her eyes close and sank into darkness once more.
“May the lost forgive me,” intoned Lillian, before the flaps rustled shut and the footsteps receded into the distance.
For a few minutes, making certain that the paladin had moved onwards, Sorore lay absolutely still near her brother. She rolled over and peeked through the flap, finding no one nearby, she sank her fingers into her brother’s side. He stiffed, eyes snapping open. She was rather envious of her brother for how quickly he moved from rest to alertness.
“What is it?” he whispered, turning over and looking at her.
“It’s… I don’t know, something just happened with Lillian and Niche,” she said.
Frare grew more upright and attentive as she relayed what she had just witnessed outside the waggon.
“Interesting,” he murmured, messing his hair in a way that seemed precisely calibrated to annoy Sorore.
“No. No it’s not interesting,” she said, “it’s horrible. They shouldn’t be fighting like that. I hate it.”
“Calm down,” he said, shrugging, “I’m sure they’ll get past it soon enough. We should tell her.”
He gestured to another bundle of blankets, slightly rising or falling. That started Sorore, who’d not realised that Aya had made her way in. Before she could stop him, Frare had a hand on her shoulder, shaking her more harshly than a lady should’ve been shaken. To that point, Sorore grabbed his wrists and wrenched his hands away from Aya.
“Ow!” he said, rubbing his arms, “what was that for?”
“You’ll never get a wife like that. Treating her so roughly,” she said, shaking her head as her brother shrank from her admonishment.
It took a few gentle pats, but finally Aya was up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
“Good morning,” she said, looking around, “is it morning?”
“Nope,” said Frare, and told her about the conversation, with Sorore providing close annotation when he strayed from the facts.
Aya looked quizzically from one twin to the other as she processed the information.
“So… what? Lillian’s hiding things? What’s new about that?” she said, “I’m sure there’s lots they don’t tell us.”
“This is different,” Sorore insisted, “this is… I’ve never heard them fight before. Not like this.”
“It’s a good question,” said Frare, and by his hurried voice, she could tell exactly what he was going to say, “I’ve been saying from the start of the trip that-”
“Oh not that fancy again!” she hissed, nearly swearing before catching herself.
“It’s not fancy,” her brother whined, “it’s a good question.”
“What is?” said Aya.
“Well, when we were back in the shattered city, I-”
“Silver,” Sorore corrected him.
“Silver. Silver city. Well, we were always surrounded by paladins, every day, all day. A dozen between the two of us, so-”
“A dozen?” Aya said, looking notably uncomfortable by the prospect.
Sorore huffed at her brother, knowing that he was going to phrase it in the worst way, and make Aya scared. Dauntless, he continued on with his ludicrous theorising.
“Yes, a dozen,” he said, “and they rotated out. Each watch was led by a light lord proper. So, when they sent us out with just three.”
“They said, if you were paying any attention Frare, which you clearly weren’t, that such a large protection force wasn’t needed,” Sorore jeered, on the verge of losing her temper with her brother, “and they said it was about time we experienced the world without protection. That we wouldn’t always have it. Like Leonard.”
Even as she said it however, she could feel something wrong about the statement. They weren’t like Leonard. No one was like Leonard. A shiver passed up her spine as she remembered the gaunt form of their brother in spirit, and his sickly yellow-tinged eyes. But such thoughts were unkind, and besides, Leonard wasn’t the main topic of conversation.
“I don’t believe it,” he said, “we were safe in Angorrah, safer than here.”
“No one knows who we are out here,” she said, “that was also a thing they said, since you clearly weren’t paying attention.”
Frare faltered at that, trying to formulate an argument against it to confirm a conclusion that he’d clearly already reached.
“But there are beasts, and… other things,” Aya said with a shiver of her own, “they wouldn’t care about you.”
“Three paladins are more than enough to deal with beasts, come on,” Sorore said with perfect conviction, “as for the other things, how would they know?”
Aya muttered vague assent, but Sorore could tell she wasn’t convinced.
“What?” she demanded, “what is it?”
“Nothing,” she said, “but it still seems a little odd. Maybe we should just ask Lillian about it?”
“No!” both twins rounded on her, possibly a little too loud.
“What? Why?” she said, “if someone’s keeping something from you, you should at least ask them. If they say no, then you drop it.”
It was said with such perfect ease that Sorore could see Aya asking every question she ever thought out loud to her parents. There would be some things you never asked in polite society, and the girl would have to know to avoid embarrassment. Making a mental note of teaching her about it later, Sorore chose to discontinue the point.
“I’m sure it's just an odd patch. We’ve been through some strange things,” she said, “nothing much to worry about. Let’s go back to bed, before we wake up Lillian.”
After some humming and hahhing, the trio pulled the blankets onto themselves, and fell fast asleep.
The morning, when it came, was quite beautiful, as far as mornings in the mountains went anyways. They rode along in the wagon, Niche drive, and Lillian riding alongside and ahead. The road was a rough beaten tract through the trees, but it had seen enough use to minimise the worst of the bumps and shakes. Sorore had engaged Aya in a childhood game of Shoesal, using a pouch of numbered tiles she’d carved herself. Aya soon proved to be a competent player, although Sorore could beat her and Frare without much difficulty.
Lunch brought another lesson, this time mastered by Lillian, sitting inside the wagon.
“All right, you have questions don’t you?” she said, never having been one for the more formal speech of the lesson, and looking tired besides.
“About magic?” Aya spoke up.
“Yes. I can’t claim any great specialty, but I’ll share what I can.”
“Well, what is magic then?” she asked, “No one’s explained that to me.”
Her face seemed oddly focused on Lillian’s, almost like a challenge. Perhaps it was the result of last night’s conversation, which made Sorore feel sorry for the paladin.
“The church teaches that magic and faith are distant cousins. One allows you to perform spells, the other, miracles. You’ve already seen an example of this, out on the rooftop.”
She clenched her fist and held it up, within a few moments, a golden light emanated from within.
“This is an example of such a miracle, as humble as it may be,” she said, “we use it to defend the faith. Over time, you’ll be instructed by those better versed in such things, on how to perform miracles of your own.”
“We’ll be using magic?” Aya said.
“Miracles. I appreciate the confusion,” Lillian said, “from a distance, they can look similar. What’s far more important, however, is the source. Our miracles are holy, untainted, because they are produced by our faith in the Lost. In essence, we believe in them, and they give us the strength necessary to serve the faith.”
Aya looked like she was about to say something else, and Sorore willed her to not provoke the paladin. The girl ultimately shrank back, a questioning look in her eyes as she settled. It all seemed perfectly straightforward to Sorore, although she’d been raised in a city with a proper cathedral. Any doubt or anger towards her sister in spirit fell away when she remembered that Aya was from a remote mountain village, and was filled with pity.
“So now you know the difference,” said Lillian, letting her fist fall, “we don’t usually speak much on it. The laity can get confused easily, and we don’t mean to cause more than is necessary.”
“So, we’re going to be able to fight monsters?” Frare said, clearly excited at the prospect.
Of course it was the prospect of violence that excited him the most. He couldn’t help it, being the Bequeathed of Elizarhein, but did he really have to be so forward about it? She still hadn’t figured out what being ‘fertile’ meant in the context of her role as the chosen of Nafthatazia. ‘Life-giving’ made a little bit more sense to her.
She looked at Aya, the chosen of Salahazdrey, there could be no doubt. She wondered what her role would be in the coming years. Something to do with maidens, and water, or something like that. She would have to ask Lillian later about the specifics.
Lillian continued on, answering various questions on what kinds of miracles there were and what they were used for. Frare, of course, was mostly interested in those that were used in combat, while Aya was more interested in those that were specifically associated with tales of the church. Sorore just sat there, happily soaking up the explanations that were offered.
This was her place of peace, where everything was calm and made sense. The only thing that chafed at her meditation was the knowledge that Lillian must be hiding something. But even that overcast shadow didn’t do much to dampen her contentment. As for the other two, when they’d finally peppered the paladin with their last questions, she got up.
“Niche must be tired of leading the horses around,” she concluded, “I’ll have to resume my riding.”
The rest of the afternoon passed without much incident, and the trio amused themselves in various ways, although there was a strange distance between the twins and Aya. Chalking this up to merely being new, Sorore ignored it with what grace she could muster as she played games and recited stories from her youth.
When they stopped for the second evening, it was then that she noticed Aya slipping out for the first time. She was gone perhaps twenty to thirty minutes before carefully slipping quietly into the waggon. Something seemed strange about her, as Sorore glanced at her sleeping form. It seemed more defined, more solid compared to the world around her. Once again, merely chalking it up to an innocuous walk, or perhaps the need to relieve herself, Sorore quickly fell back to sleep.
Ringing hammers heralded her dreams, along with the feeling of heat radiating across her face. She could feel her sibling’s shoulders as she cuddled closer to him, though he seemed both immense and impossibly dense. Cold stone was under her side and to her back, something smooth and black, though she couldn’t see it.
What she could see was something immense before her, a collection of revolving rings, of glass, of metal, of stone, of substances that shone soft like velvet. The thing oscillated and warped into a fantastical facsimile of an immense creature. The gears and rings that comprised its being span and interlocked in a ticking choir to complement its pronouncements.
Thunder claps echoed across the landscape, now a yellow-grey desert of cracked mud and wizened trees. Footfalls shuddered her skull as it rose between shattered mountains, reaching clockwork claws to grip still smouldering rubble. A single glassy orb, within which turned a furious molten fire like the heart of the earth, focused at her from the head of the structure-beast.
The dream ruptured with a grinding bellow.
When Sorore awoke, it was with a pounding heart and the thinnest tracery of light, glowing across her arms.
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