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2023.06.02 21:27 HugeUnitGorilla Setting off in your car.
Just curious do you: (when car stationary)
Select first and crawl with the biting point for a few mph then take off
or
do you find biting point and then set off with accelerator pedal?
It just seems odd to use accelerator pedal straight away, but on other hand could be causing wear and tear on the clutch by using that to move car initially.
Ta.
any other methods?
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Select first and crawl with the biting point for a few mph then take off
or
do you find biting point and then set off with accelerator pedal?
It just seems odd to use accelerator pedal straight away, but on other hand could be causing wear and tear on the clutch by using that to move car initially.
Ta.
any other methods?
2023.06.02 21:27 thebouncingcupcake Does applying AHA (glycolic acid) on wet skin make things worse? My last exfoliation went so wrong
Hello, so about 2 weeks ago I did my usual AHA exfoliation , I do this every 2-3 weeks now and woke up to a very,very red, dry and tight face. Since then I keep getting these small itchy bug-bite sized bumps on my jawline and cheeks (my rosacea spots) that just barely seem to calm down , as in not appear again the next day.
As any person would do I immediately quit any skincare I'd normally do and just use watethermal water spray and let the skin be for a few days since I was 99% sure I damaged my moisture barrier. Fast forward to today and while the tightness does seem to be disappearing I still have a few of those itchy suckers and some pigmentation marks from the previous ones (that I hope will fade ASAP, I was bitten by mosquitoes on my face so I hope these fade just as quick.
Then,as any paranoid and desperate person would do I google'd trying to figure out what the heck went wrong and after reading a bit here and there I have learned that apparently glycolic acid should be avoided for us rosacea prone people since it's incredibly harsh. Now mind you the first times I used this product it faded my redness and I was amazed by the results (almost 2 years ago) . The only other time when I messed up was when I used it too often, but I learned my lesson and spaced it out since.
Now I have 2 questions: should chemical exfoliants be avoided all together? Or should I try to find a product with lower concentration? The one I currently have is 15% glycolic acid.
I also used to do physical exfoliation with oatmeal when I wasn't using the glycolic acid because after one point my skin just gets gritty and my skincare products don't absorb as well ( dead skin, I assume) .
The other question is the title of this post: does applying acids, especially glycolic, on wet skin make things worse? This is the only thing I did different compared to the other times.I want to know the cause of my screw up so I know to never,ever do this again in my life.
I'm already avoiding the sun like the plague and hoping my skin heals in the next month.
And yes, I live in fear of exfoliation now lol.
Thanks for coming to my ted talk.
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As any person would do I immediately quit any skincare I'd normally do and just use watethermal water spray and let the skin be for a few days since I was 99% sure I damaged my moisture barrier. Fast forward to today and while the tightness does seem to be disappearing I still have a few of those itchy suckers and some pigmentation marks from the previous ones (that I hope will fade ASAP, I was bitten by mosquitoes on my face so I hope these fade just as quick.
Then,as any paranoid and desperate person would do I google'd trying to figure out what the heck went wrong and after reading a bit here and there I have learned that apparently glycolic acid should be avoided for us rosacea prone people since it's incredibly harsh. Now mind you the first times I used this product it faded my redness and I was amazed by the results (almost 2 years ago) . The only other time when I messed up was when I used it too often, but I learned my lesson and spaced it out since.
Now I have 2 questions: should chemical exfoliants be avoided all together? Or should I try to find a product with lower concentration? The one I currently have is 15% glycolic acid.
I also used to do physical exfoliation with oatmeal when I wasn't using the glycolic acid because after one point my skin just gets gritty and my skincare products don't absorb as well ( dead skin, I assume) .
The other question is the title of this post: does applying acids, especially glycolic, on wet skin make things worse? This is the only thing I did different compared to the other times.I want to know the cause of my screw up so I know to never,ever do this again in my life.
I'm already avoiding the sun like the plague and hoping my skin heals in the next month.
And yes, I live in fear of exfoliation now lol.
Thanks for coming to my ted talk.
2023.06.02 21:23 gerry1397 3 week post op & developed hole in t junction
Hi guys so I’m 3 weeks post op and two days ago I noticed I had a little hole where the t junction is. Went to surgeons today and saw the PA who said it looks like I might have popped a stitch. I also have new bruising in that breast. She gave me medihoney and Told me it should close on itself! Has this happen to anyone?
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2023.06.02 21:20 Medium-Many917 4.5 month old Cockapoo won’t stop ‘play’ biting me.
Freddy is lovely and all training aspects are progressing well except for one thing - he will not stop ‘play biting’ me and my partner. It feels like we can barely have an interaction with him where his go-to is not biting our hands, and it’s now becoming painful and consistent so I’m concerned it’s not normal behaviour. Our method is to distract him with toys/chews ect (we try nothing negative, so no yelps or water sprays) and this does work some of the time - but he always remains fixated on chewing some part of our hands/arm. Has anyone had a similar experience with a Cockapoo? (I know they all do it), and was it just a case of trying to do the right thing and waiting it out? Exhausting!!
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2023.06.02 21:20 Science_Danimal85 Pointe Mouillee state game area?
Hi everyone,
Thinking about trying my luck at Pointe Mouillee state game area in the next couple weekends… but I’m not exactly sure where to even begin! Such a big area to consider, especially south of the Huron River.
I’d be bank fishing…I have rigs for bass, perch, panfish, catfish/carp/drum. Any suggestions on what to target? And maybe where I’d find the bite?
Thanks for your input!
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Thinking about trying my luck at Pointe Mouillee state game area in the next couple weekends… but I’m not exactly sure where to even begin! Such a big area to consider, especially south of the Huron River.
I’d be bank fishing…I have rigs for bass, perch, panfish, catfish/carp/drum. Any suggestions on what to target? And maybe where I’d find the bite?
Thanks for your input!
2023.06.02 21:19 Puzzled-Airline6524 Trying to be Switzerland
Thought I’d reach out and see if anyone had any tips…
The transactional attorney I support (one of several attorneys, who all do litigation) while a nice person, I don’t get along with every well, and often he’s at odds with the rest of the personalities in the firm. He often talks to me (and everyone) in a manner that makes my blood boil and I have to bite my tongue not to express my opinion about it. I know he doesn’t mean to be offensive, and doesn’t even realize his mannerisms can rub a person the wrong way. He has been very apologetic if he’s called out on it and done his best to be more mindful in these situations. He tries, he’d just a bit of an odd duck in our firm. That being said, because of the clash with firm personalities, he’s sort of the source of everyone’s frustration. I’m doing my best to be neutral as I do support him directly and I’m often stuck in the middle of these “us vs him” conversations with the office manager bc of something he’s asked me to do that needs to get management approval first, which is incredibly stressful on me. I can’t change the firm culture as a whole but how do I keep being Switzerland while at the same time trying to subtly turn around this “us vs him” culture? I want us to be inclusive not exclusive. Especially if we bring new attorneys and support staff on.
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The transactional attorney I support (one of several attorneys, who all do litigation) while a nice person, I don’t get along with every well, and often he’s at odds with the rest of the personalities in the firm. He often talks to me (and everyone) in a manner that makes my blood boil and I have to bite my tongue not to express my opinion about it. I know he doesn’t mean to be offensive, and doesn’t even realize his mannerisms can rub a person the wrong way. He has been very apologetic if he’s called out on it and done his best to be more mindful in these situations. He tries, he’d just a bit of an odd duck in our firm. That being said, because of the clash with firm personalities, he’s sort of the source of everyone’s frustration. I’m doing my best to be neutral as I do support him directly and I’m often stuck in the middle of these “us vs him” conversations with the office manager bc of something he’s asked me to do that needs to get management approval first, which is incredibly stressful on me. I can’t change the firm culture as a whole but how do I keep being Switzerland while at the same time trying to subtly turn around this “us vs him” culture? I want us to be inclusive not exclusive. Especially if we bring new attorneys and support staff on.
2023.06.02 21:19 weewallywanga [The Lion: Son of the Forest] The Risen grief a Chaos Champion
For context, the Chaos Champion owns a daemon weapon which renders him immortal whilst he holds it. He had previously "given" the Risen Zabriel a strike by allowing Zabriel to cut off his head. Now he comes to collect.
“Zabriel!’ roared a voice, but that was not one of my brothers coming to my aid. I stumbled to my feet to see the massive form of Markog bearing down on me, his enormous, pale-bladed axe clutched in both hands.
‘I owe you a strike!’ the commander of the Dolorous Guard bellowed, almost jovially. Borz flew at him from his left, his power fist drawn back to lay the traitor out, but Markog was too quick: the haft of his axe lashed out and caught Borz on his helmet’s faceplate, spinning him to the ground, and by the time my brother had regained his feet one of Markog’s warriors had fallen on him from behind with a power knife, and Borz was fully occupied with trying to save his own life.
(...)
‘I owe you a strike,’ he growled, strange harmonies emanating from behind his helmet’s faceplate, and swung. The pale-bladed axe descended like death, too fast for me to roll clumsily aside from.
The edge stopped a mere finger’s breadth from my helmet seal, but this was not an act of mercy or mockery on my enemy’s behalf. Instead, his weapon was thrown up and back again by the blade of the Terranic greatsword which had intercepted the swing just below the axe’s head.‘I owe him a strike!’ Markog roared at my saviour.
‘This is a matter of honour!"
’‘You think we conquered the galaxy with honour? You children are all the same,’ Galad snorted, and attacked.
The Cenobite’s Cataphractii armour made him a match for Markog in size, and apparently in strength as well: their weapons clashed together, but the commander of the Dolorous Guard was unable to throw Galad away from him, despite his straining. Instead each warrior took a backward step, then swung again. Markog was blisteringly quick, and his axe spun through the air faster than should have been possible, but Galad was his equal, calmly parrying and deflecting as though he knew what strikes were coming even before Markog did. Destroyers fought and bled in the crucible of brutal, close-in killing, with no quarter asked or given, so I was no stranger to the cut and thrust of combat. Seeing Galad at work, however, took me back to when I was a raw recruit, watching my instructors handle their weapons with what seemed at the time to be godlike speed and skill.
But I had no time to gape. I lunged for my dropped pistol, raised it, and opened fire. The bolts detonated on Markog’s leg, arm, and pauldron, and although his armour repaired the damage within moments of it occurring, the impacts knocked him off balance and caused his next strike to miss its mark completely and bite deep into the floor.
‘Cowards!’ Markog roared, just deflecting Galad’s next blow, 'Fight me–’
He cut off as Launciel appeared on his right, and drove his power sword through Markog’s armour and right through his ribcage. The giant stiffened in what could well have been agony and which might, given what I suspected of his allegiances, possibly be ecstasy, but Galad was in no mood to leave him to the experience uninterrupted. The Terranic greatsword lashed out again, and Markog’s left arm was cut clean from his body, his pauldron severed in two by the disrupting power field and razor-sharp edge of the ancient weapon.
Launciel withdrew his own sword and stepped back from Markog’s clumsy, unbalanced counterstrike. The giant was roaring wordlessly now, his pain and rage too overwhelming for anything else. I rose to my feet and fired another bolt, shattering his helmet just as Galad swung again and took his right arm off as well.
That changed things. The haft of the axe was still clutched in his hand, but Markog’s unnatural resilience vanished now that hand was no longer attached to his body. He staggered, and blood began to drip thickly from his shoulders. It started to clot almost immediately, since he was still a Space Marine with our enhanced biology and healing abilities, but it appeared that it was the weapon itself which had granted him the ability to survive decapitation rather than any innate ability of his own.
‘No!’ he bellowed thickly, and took a step towards Galad.
Galad was clearly taking no chances: he crouched and swung his blade horizontally, and severed both legs with one blow. Markog clattered to the floor with a howl. Galad rose back to his full height, reversed his grip on his sword, and plunged it into Markog’s chest.
The blade was wide enough to strike both hearts simultaneously, and I had no doubt that Galad had directed it with the requisite skill for it to do just that. Markog spasmed as much as he could without any attached limbs, but Galad did not linger over his kill. He wrenched his sword out with one hand and raised the other, firing his plasma-caster. I followed the direction of his shot, my bolt pistol raised and ready, but I found myself with a dearth of targets.
(...)
I walked to Markog, and stamped on his helmet. It shattered and fell away to reveal his face, twisted in pain and hatred. He reached up towards me with his unnaturally long tongue, then cackled at me.
‘I will taste your flesh yet, twice-cursed traitor, and you will–’
I emptied the rest of that pistol’s clip into his head without waiting for him to finish, until I had blown a hole in the floor beneath and the legs of my armour were speckled with fine particles of his skin, bone, and brain. Perhaps I should have been more careful about allowing his obviously tainted flesh to touch my armour in such a manner, but I had been a Destroyer – I was a Destroyer – and our enemy’s annihilation always took priority over our own safety.
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“Zabriel!’ roared a voice, but that was not one of my brothers coming to my aid. I stumbled to my feet to see the massive form of Markog bearing down on me, his enormous, pale-bladed axe clutched in both hands.
‘I owe you a strike!’ the commander of the Dolorous Guard bellowed, almost jovially. Borz flew at him from his left, his power fist drawn back to lay the traitor out, but Markog was too quick: the haft of his axe lashed out and caught Borz on his helmet’s faceplate, spinning him to the ground, and by the time my brother had regained his feet one of Markog’s warriors had fallen on him from behind with a power knife, and Borz was fully occupied with trying to save his own life.
(...)
‘I owe you a strike,’ he growled, strange harmonies emanating from behind his helmet’s faceplate, and swung. The pale-bladed axe descended like death, too fast for me to roll clumsily aside from.
The edge stopped a mere finger’s breadth from my helmet seal, but this was not an act of mercy or mockery on my enemy’s behalf. Instead, his weapon was thrown up and back again by the blade of the Terranic greatsword which had intercepted the swing just below the axe’s head.‘I owe him a strike!’ Markog roared at my saviour.
‘This is a matter of honour!"
’‘You think we conquered the galaxy with honour? You children are all the same,’ Galad snorted, and attacked.
The Cenobite’s Cataphractii armour made him a match for Markog in size, and apparently in strength as well: their weapons clashed together, but the commander of the Dolorous Guard was unable to throw Galad away from him, despite his straining. Instead each warrior took a backward step, then swung again. Markog was blisteringly quick, and his axe spun through the air faster than should have been possible, but Galad was his equal, calmly parrying and deflecting as though he knew what strikes were coming even before Markog did. Destroyers fought and bled in the crucible of brutal, close-in killing, with no quarter asked or given, so I was no stranger to the cut and thrust of combat. Seeing Galad at work, however, took me back to when I was a raw recruit, watching my instructors handle their weapons with what seemed at the time to be godlike speed and skill.
But I had no time to gape. I lunged for my dropped pistol, raised it, and opened fire. The bolts detonated on Markog’s leg, arm, and pauldron, and although his armour repaired the damage within moments of it occurring, the impacts knocked him off balance and caused his next strike to miss its mark completely and bite deep into the floor.
‘Cowards!’ Markog roared, just deflecting Galad’s next blow, 'Fight me–’
He cut off as Launciel appeared on his right, and drove his power sword through Markog’s armour and right through his ribcage. The giant stiffened in what could well have been agony and which might, given what I suspected of his allegiances, possibly be ecstasy, but Galad was in no mood to leave him to the experience uninterrupted. The Terranic greatsword lashed out again, and Markog’s left arm was cut clean from his body, his pauldron severed in two by the disrupting power field and razor-sharp edge of the ancient weapon.
Launciel withdrew his own sword and stepped back from Markog’s clumsy, unbalanced counterstrike. The giant was roaring wordlessly now, his pain and rage too overwhelming for anything else. I rose to my feet and fired another bolt, shattering his helmet just as Galad swung again and took his right arm off as well.
That changed things. The haft of the axe was still clutched in his hand, but Markog’s unnatural resilience vanished now that hand was no longer attached to his body. He staggered, and blood began to drip thickly from his shoulders. It started to clot almost immediately, since he was still a Space Marine with our enhanced biology and healing abilities, but it appeared that it was the weapon itself which had granted him the ability to survive decapitation rather than any innate ability of his own.
‘No!’ he bellowed thickly, and took a step towards Galad.
Galad was clearly taking no chances: he crouched and swung his blade horizontally, and severed both legs with one blow. Markog clattered to the floor with a howl. Galad rose back to his full height, reversed his grip on his sword, and plunged it into Markog’s chest.
The blade was wide enough to strike both hearts simultaneously, and I had no doubt that Galad had directed it with the requisite skill for it to do just that. Markog spasmed as much as he could without any attached limbs, but Galad did not linger over his kill. He wrenched his sword out with one hand and raised the other, firing his plasma-caster. I followed the direction of his shot, my bolt pistol raised and ready, but I found myself with a dearth of targets.
(...)
I walked to Markog, and stamped on his helmet. It shattered and fell away to reveal his face, twisted in pain and hatred. He reached up towards me with his unnaturally long tongue, then cackled at me.
‘I will taste your flesh yet, twice-cursed traitor, and you will–’
I emptied the rest of that pistol’s clip into his head without waiting for him to finish, until I had blown a hole in the floor beneath and the legs of my armour were speckled with fine particles of his skin, bone, and brain. Perhaps I should have been more careful about allowing his obviously tainted flesh to touch my armour in such a manner, but I had been a Destroyer – I was a Destroyer – and our enemy’s annihilation always took priority over our own safety.
2023.06.02 21:17 Alarmed_Canary1 I can’t take this anymore
I apologize this is so long and rambly. I am so hurt and angry. Partner (30 M) keeps telling me (28 F) he stopped with the porn, he never does, he just gets better at hiding it. I fucking hate the sneakiness, he’ll lie straight to my face. I can’t even look at him. One month into our relationship I said I have a strict no porn policy, if that wasn’t okay with him then we won’t move forward. He said that’s no issue. FUCKING LIE. 7 years of torture of dealt with and I’m too fucking weak to leave. Porn absolutely DISGUSTS ME. Porn is objectifying and treats women like they are nothing more than a whole for a man’s pleasure. I grew up in a very strict Christian home, I’ve come a long way in finding and discovering my own morals and separating what was ingrained into me vs. what I believe but this is NOT one of those issues where I’m just “a prude because of my upbringing” like he loves to throw in my face. This is so much more, I was SA’d as a child and porn is so triggering for me. (Not the SA, but another incident) One time I woke up to my friends dad watching me and his daughter asleep at a sleep over while sitting in the corner of the room masturbating to porn, and I cant get the fucking image out of my head anytime porn gets brought up. My partner knows this.
Anyways, again I found porn in his history, I said is there anything you want to tell me before I look, he said no. He thought he was sly and covered his tracks enough. This time was different though, the rage that came over him was something I’ve never seen, apparently it’s not the porn that’s the issue, it’s me, I’m a “creep” and a “snoop” for looking, it’s my own fault that im upset because I was the one who invaded his privacy. WHY do you get privacy when you can’t use it responsibly!! He wants me to sleep with other people he wants me to have sex outside, do all of these objectifying/risqué things, it feels like he’s escalating, that normal isn’t cutting it for him anymore, and when I say “normal” ITS NOTHING vanilla, I’m open to kinks, we have so many toys, I’ve tried so many things, he just keeps wanting more and more. He’s looking at “teen” porn now, he says it’s okay cause they’re “18” Fuck him, he’s fucking vile, I can’t look at him without disgust When I brought up this most recent time he left and said he’s going to sleep in the office which usually means he’s pissed about being confronted and goes on a fucking porn binge to “punish me”, I said fine but you’re not taking your phone and grabbed it, he TACKLED me, A 240 POUND MAN, I grabbed his beard, he pushed me so I was hanging off the bed with my head dangling over the edge and put me in a headlock, I bit his arm so hard I thought I was going to rip a chunk of his muscle off, he grabbed my arms so hard and twisted them they’re covered in fucking bruises, I gave up. I can’t do this anymore, I had a full blown panic attack for 6 hours I thought I was going to have to call 911 just so they could fucking sedate me so it could stop. I haven’t slept or eaten in 3 days. He’s apologized for how extreme the fight got. But I just can’t take this anymore, I’ve lost all my self worth I can’t even look at myself in the mirror I don’t recognize the broken person looking back at me Why am I not enough, I’ve sent him nudes and videos, I just want to stop feeling like worthless garbage, I want him to love me and only have the desire to share the intimacy of nakedness/pleasure with me. WHY WHY WHY am I not deserving of unconditional love, I’ve always felt like he was just waiting for someone better to come along and that’s why he can’t do anything that involves real commitment with me, 7 years of wanting to be his wife and he just kept coming up with more requirements, we need to live together first, we need to be together longer than I was with my ex for first (4 years) we need to be together longer than my parents were engaged for first (7 years) just fucking say you don’t want me, stop coming up with bullshit excuses he made me get an abortion last month because he’s not ready for a kid with me (I have a child from another relationship that he has been such a good loving and doting step dad too) I dont understand, I was so devastated I wanted this baby so badly, but he made it clear how much he didn’t want the baby, he withheld love and affection, and frankly got straight up abusive (verbally and emotionally, never physically) as time was running out for the medical abortion in order to persuade me, I just wanted his love back so badly I did it, instant regret, I’m all for pro choice but I knew that the choice wasn’t something I personally couldn’t live with myself for I can’t do this anymore, I love him so much but if I don’t leave I think I’ll be dead before I’m 30, I’m so depressed and suicidal I don’t know how we will ever come back from this, I don’t know if I’ll ever be happy or okay again He told me if the opportunity came up, he’d cheat on me. I’m broken.
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Anyways, again I found porn in his history, I said is there anything you want to tell me before I look, he said no. He thought he was sly and covered his tracks enough. This time was different though, the rage that came over him was something I’ve never seen, apparently it’s not the porn that’s the issue, it’s me, I’m a “creep” and a “snoop” for looking, it’s my own fault that im upset because I was the one who invaded his privacy. WHY do you get privacy when you can’t use it responsibly!! He wants me to sleep with other people he wants me to have sex outside, do all of these objectifying/risqué things, it feels like he’s escalating, that normal isn’t cutting it for him anymore, and when I say “normal” ITS NOTHING vanilla, I’m open to kinks, we have so many toys, I’ve tried so many things, he just keeps wanting more and more. He’s looking at “teen” porn now, he says it’s okay cause they’re “18” Fuck him, he’s fucking vile, I can’t look at him without disgust When I brought up this most recent time he left and said he’s going to sleep in the office which usually means he’s pissed about being confronted and goes on a fucking porn binge to “punish me”, I said fine but you’re not taking your phone and grabbed it, he TACKLED me, A 240 POUND MAN, I grabbed his beard, he pushed me so I was hanging off the bed with my head dangling over the edge and put me in a headlock, I bit his arm so hard I thought I was going to rip a chunk of his muscle off, he grabbed my arms so hard and twisted them they’re covered in fucking bruises, I gave up. I can’t do this anymore, I had a full blown panic attack for 6 hours I thought I was going to have to call 911 just so they could fucking sedate me so it could stop. I haven’t slept or eaten in 3 days. He’s apologized for how extreme the fight got. But I just can’t take this anymore, I’ve lost all my self worth I can’t even look at myself in the mirror I don’t recognize the broken person looking back at me Why am I not enough, I’ve sent him nudes and videos, I just want to stop feeling like worthless garbage, I want him to love me and only have the desire to share the intimacy of nakedness/pleasure with me. WHY WHY WHY am I not deserving of unconditional love, I’ve always felt like he was just waiting for someone better to come along and that’s why he can’t do anything that involves real commitment with me, 7 years of wanting to be his wife and he just kept coming up with more requirements, we need to live together first, we need to be together longer than I was with my ex for first (4 years) we need to be together longer than my parents were engaged for first (7 years) just fucking say you don’t want me, stop coming up with bullshit excuses he made me get an abortion last month because he’s not ready for a kid with me (I have a child from another relationship that he has been such a good loving and doting step dad too) I dont understand, I was so devastated I wanted this baby so badly, but he made it clear how much he didn’t want the baby, he withheld love and affection, and frankly got straight up abusive (verbally and emotionally, never physically) as time was running out for the medical abortion in order to persuade me, I just wanted his love back so badly I did it, instant regret, I’m all for pro choice but I knew that the choice wasn’t something I personally couldn’t live with myself for I can’t do this anymore, I love him so much but if I don’t leave I think I’ll be dead before I’m 30, I’m so depressed and suicidal I don’t know how we will ever come back from this, I don’t know if I’ll ever be happy or okay again He told me if the opportunity came up, he’d cheat on me. I’m broken.
2023.06.02 21:13 spongebathsharon My dog is injuring my other dog during play
I have 2 dogs: B, a 6 year old boxer mix, and S, a 4 year old collie/hearding dog mix. Both dogs are male if this matters.
When the dogs are playing, B will usually get zoomies. They are quite loud when they play together. Both take turns chasing the other. Up until recently I thought they were good playmates.
The problem is, S has injured B twice now during play. Both in the last 2 months. Before this there was never a problem. B has a decent sized cut on his side from S biting him during play. B has not corrected S, which I think is part of the problem. S does not know that he has hurt B, but I’m very concerned. This is the second time he has ended up with a wound, both on the same part of his body just opposite sides. Obviously S needs to learn to tone it down, I just don’t know how to do that if B isn’t the one teaching him. I’m really not sure why B has not correcting S, because in the past he has not liked most other dogs, and has had no problem correcting behavior he didn’t like.
Also, B is not usually very reactive to noises, but sometimes if the dogs hear a noise and B lets out a bark, S will get too excited and go to start biting B. It doesn’t strike me as aggressive, more so just reactive, but I’m sure this needs addressing too. (B has not been injured from one of these moments)
Any ideas on what I can be doing to make sure B doesn’t get any more injuries?
I’m happy to answer any questions in the comments, I’m sure I haven’t provided enough detail.
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When the dogs are playing, B will usually get zoomies. They are quite loud when they play together. Both take turns chasing the other. Up until recently I thought they were good playmates.
The problem is, S has injured B twice now during play. Both in the last 2 months. Before this there was never a problem. B has a decent sized cut on his side from S biting him during play. B has not corrected S, which I think is part of the problem. S does not know that he has hurt B, but I’m very concerned. This is the second time he has ended up with a wound, both on the same part of his body just opposite sides. Obviously S needs to learn to tone it down, I just don’t know how to do that if B isn’t the one teaching him. I’m really not sure why B has not correcting S, because in the past he has not liked most other dogs, and has had no problem correcting behavior he didn’t like.
Also, B is not usually very reactive to noises, but sometimes if the dogs hear a noise and B lets out a bark, S will get too excited and go to start biting B. It doesn’t strike me as aggressive, more so just reactive, but I’m sure this needs addressing too. (B has not been injured from one of these moments)
Any ideas on what I can be doing to make sure B doesn’t get any more injuries?
I’m happy to answer any questions in the comments, I’m sure I haven’t provided enough detail.
2023.06.02 21:12 Tomtomorrow9 trip report: Coe Trip over Memorial Day weekend
I posted pics separately but imgur link is here: https://imgur.com/a/QJYSL7D. Am discovering I am not a reddit-whiz. Here is my trip report.
Quick summary: Basic route: went from HQ to China Hole, up Narrows Trail, right on Bear Mtn Road to County Line Rd., left on that then Right on Chaparral trail, then short right on Red Creek and left on Robison Creek, then Right down Orestimba Creek Road, Right at Hartman to Mississipi lake, South on Willow Ridge Road, right on willow ridge trail and back to HQ. I think total mileage about 45 miles with some detours and about 6,200 feet elevation gain. For Coe a lot of people, but still able to camp by myself every night. Weather was perfect: lows upper 40s highs b/w upper 60s and mid 70s. Bugs: minimal, bothered me about an hour total around sunset over 5 days, had a couple bites, didn’t use deet. Water – plentiful in China Hole area, available in Red Creek with good flow but I don’t know how long, not much in upper Robison creek but plenty lower down in creek, plentiful Orestimba creek. For me, Coe is usually too hot and dry after Memorial Day but I think this year may be an exception if anyone still wants to give it a shot while they wait for snow to melt in Sierra.
Extended description:
Thursday
From HQ to China Hole, up Narrows, past Miller field and Arnold Horse Camp, right on Bear Mountain Road, camped just above/North of Water Gulch right before Bear Mountain Road crosses East Fork Coyote to begin steep climb up Bear Mountain. I don’t know maybe about 8 or 9 miles all flat and downhill with of course some slower creek walking which I like.
There is a lot of flat space there. Water was flowing well and clear. Pro tips: don’t mash your finger with rock while putting in stakes. Don’t get both your hiking socks and camping socks wet. Not that I did that…I am much smarter than that.
Saw a couple people on way to China Hole, and two more b/w Los Cruzeros and Bear Mountain Road intersection. No one after that.
Friday
– Up up up Bear Mountain Road. Though steep I kinda liked it. Might have been worse going downhill ‘cause knees. Lots of what I think is mountain lion scat some disturbingly fresh. Lots and lots of pretty views. Didn’t see a soul. Just for kicks, took second right, first right after Bear Mopuntain peak Trail, on to first turn off for Bear Springs trail, thinking I’d see if I could find Spring. Gave up after about ¾ mile as seemed blocked by brush and didn’t want to poke around to find trail. I know people go frequently on bear spring to mississippi lake - maybe the second right at County Line road is better bear spring trail route - or maybe if I had poked around a bit I’d have found trail. I dunno.
- Then left on County Line road. You get to some barbed wire as is private property but look to your right and can easily step over and continue. Though feels weird/questionable to do this, I believe is completely legit as long as stay on trail to pass through the private property. Was feeling like a real explorer but then humbled by crossing path with high school group out for graduation trip. They were cheerful and was good to see them having fun.
-Then right on Chaparral Trail. I knew it’d be steep and was not a great trail but was worse than I expected, perhaps partly because was getting tired and it was getting hot. A real knee-buster in places. Often blocked by growth. Easy to lose trail (though I was tired and bombing down it so maybe if I was more careful would have been better). I lost it pretty badly at one point and got stuck doing some real bushwacking through shrubs to get back on it – scratching up my clothes and self a bit. Pro tip: don’t do this. Didn’t see anyone.
- At bottom of Chaparral trail, took right and found first shady spot by Red Creek. No one there. It is really pretty valley plain with a lot of flat spaces for camping. Very very nice. I was tired and it felt like mid-70s. I figured I was probably covered with ticks so stripped down put all my clothes save boxers in permeable bag (senchi bag) with rock in it to allow the creek to wash everything off. Then took washcloth bath in creek. Water flowing well though was not a ton. I don’t know maybe up to my ankles. While airdrying in sun in my boxers while creek washed my clothes, high school group came by again – awkward. Hung up my clothes to dry a bit (but not too much as wanted them a little moist to stay cool) and hung out enjoying the sun on my skin. Pro tip: if your skin hasn’t seen sun in I don’t know a year, uhm, don’t do this, you will get a burn. But again I would not do this. I am much smarter than that.
-High school group continued down red creek road and camped out of site/sound at intersection of Robison Creek trail. I walked around Red creek a bit but mostly just hung around then cowboy camped in bivy. Got a lot of dew and outer bag and borah bivy alarmingly wet but I was dry inside and worked out okay. Really pretty stars. Nice afternoon and evening.
- All in all was I don’t know maybe 8 or 10 miles for day
Saturday
-Went south on Red creek and in only .2 or so left on Robison Creek trail. High school group was camped there as well as another group of 3 or 4. Robison creek trail was somewhat encroached with grass but easy to follow and pretty and I was excited to be in Orestimba. After a couple miles or so you hit upper portions of Robison creek and trail follows creek northeast. At upper creek, not much water, I guess you could pull in an emergency but not really flowing and gnarly looking to me. Followed creek trail and as you went down flow got good. Lots of crossings. At intersection of Pinto creek is pretty field with lots of flat spots for camping. Would be nice to camp there one day. Saw party of 3 or 4 that had camped at beginning of Robison trail.
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Quick summary: Basic route: went from HQ to China Hole, up Narrows Trail, right on Bear Mtn Road to County Line Rd., left on that then Right on Chaparral trail, then short right on Red Creek and left on Robison Creek, then Right down Orestimba Creek Road, Right at Hartman to Mississipi lake, South on Willow Ridge Road, right on willow ridge trail and back to HQ. I think total mileage about 45 miles with some detours and about 6,200 feet elevation gain. For Coe a lot of people, but still able to camp by myself every night. Weather was perfect: lows upper 40s highs b/w upper 60s and mid 70s. Bugs: minimal, bothered me about an hour total around sunset over 5 days, had a couple bites, didn’t use deet. Water – plentiful in China Hole area, available in Red Creek with good flow but I don’t know how long, not much in upper Robison creek but plenty lower down in creek, plentiful Orestimba creek. For me, Coe is usually too hot and dry after Memorial Day but I think this year may be an exception if anyone still wants to give it a shot while they wait for snow to melt in Sierra.
Extended description:
Thursday
From HQ to China Hole, up Narrows, past Miller field and Arnold Horse Camp, right on Bear Mountain Road, camped just above/North of Water Gulch right before Bear Mountain Road crosses East Fork Coyote to begin steep climb up Bear Mountain. I don’t know maybe about 8 or 9 miles all flat and downhill with of course some slower creek walking which I like.
There is a lot of flat space there. Water was flowing well and clear. Pro tips: don’t mash your finger with rock while putting in stakes. Don’t get both your hiking socks and camping socks wet. Not that I did that…I am much smarter than that.
Saw a couple people on way to China Hole, and two more b/w Los Cruzeros and Bear Mountain Road intersection. No one after that.
Friday
– Up up up Bear Mountain Road. Though steep I kinda liked it. Might have been worse going downhill ‘cause knees. Lots of what I think is mountain lion scat some disturbingly fresh. Lots and lots of pretty views. Didn’t see a soul. Just for kicks, took second right, first right after Bear Mopuntain peak Trail, on to first turn off for Bear Springs trail, thinking I’d see if I could find Spring. Gave up after about ¾ mile as seemed blocked by brush and didn’t want to poke around to find trail. I know people go frequently on bear spring to mississippi lake - maybe the second right at County Line road is better bear spring trail route - or maybe if I had poked around a bit I’d have found trail. I dunno.
- Then left on County Line road. You get to some barbed wire as is private property but look to your right and can easily step over and continue. Though feels weird/questionable to do this, I believe is completely legit as long as stay on trail to pass through the private property. Was feeling like a real explorer but then humbled by crossing path with high school group out for graduation trip. They were cheerful and was good to see them having fun.
-Then right on Chaparral Trail. I knew it’d be steep and was not a great trail but was worse than I expected, perhaps partly because was getting tired and it was getting hot. A real knee-buster in places. Often blocked by growth. Easy to lose trail (though I was tired and bombing down it so maybe if I was more careful would have been better). I lost it pretty badly at one point and got stuck doing some real bushwacking through shrubs to get back on it – scratching up my clothes and self a bit. Pro tip: don’t do this. Didn’t see anyone.
- At bottom of Chaparral trail, took right and found first shady spot by Red Creek. No one there. It is really pretty valley plain with a lot of flat spaces for camping. Very very nice. I was tired and it felt like mid-70s. I figured I was probably covered with ticks so stripped down put all my clothes save boxers in permeable bag (senchi bag) with rock in it to allow the creek to wash everything off. Then took washcloth bath in creek. Water flowing well though was not a ton. I don’t know maybe up to my ankles. While airdrying in sun in my boxers while creek washed my clothes, high school group came by again – awkward. Hung up my clothes to dry a bit (but not too much as wanted them a little moist to stay cool) and hung out enjoying the sun on my skin. Pro tip: if your skin hasn’t seen sun in I don’t know a year, uhm, don’t do this, you will get a burn. But again I would not do this. I am much smarter than that.
-High school group continued down red creek road and camped out of site/sound at intersection of Robison Creek trail. I walked around Red creek a bit but mostly just hung around then cowboy camped in bivy. Got a lot of dew and outer bag and borah bivy alarmingly wet but I was dry inside and worked out okay. Really pretty stars. Nice afternoon and evening.
- All in all was I don’t know maybe 8 or 10 miles for day
Saturday
-Went south on Red creek and in only .2 or so left on Robison Creek trail. High school group was camped there as well as another group of 3 or 4. Robison creek trail was somewhat encroached with grass but easy to follow and pretty and I was excited to be in Orestimba. After a couple miles or so you hit upper portions of Robison creek and trail follows creek northeast. At upper creek, not much water, I guess you could pull in an emergency but not really flowing and gnarly looking to me. Followed creek trail and as you went down flow got good. Lots of crossings. At intersection of Pinto creek is pretty field with lots of flat spots for camping. Would be nice to camp there one day. Saw party of 3 or 4 that had camped at beginning of Robison trail.
- Around intersection of Orestimba Creek Road and Robison Creek and trail, found a secluded portion of creek and took another bath and clothes washing. This time happily no high school group sauntered by while I was in boxers.
- Then took right on Orestimba Creek Road. About 2 miles to Rooster Comb Trail. Didn’t see anyone. It was okay - pretty but not especially so.
- Took Rooster Comb Trail. I think because I was getting tired and I was mentally disrespecting it because I had taken it before, it seemed eternal, and, being an idiot, I managed to lose the trail a bit which slowed me down. Though it has grass encroaching a lot, it is pretty, and if you pay better attention than I did I think you will not have trouble following.
- At bottom of Rooster Comb trail, stopped and refilled/drank water. Saw a big snake - 3 or 4 feet. Think it was a gopher snake as didn’t see rattle and head didn’t look super triangular but am not sure. This part of Orestimba Creek Road is a big plain, and there was a lot of clear flowing water. I have never seen it with so much water. It gave me a chuckle as I walked south on this part of Orestimba Creek Road down this wide valley on Saturday memorial day weekend and looked all around and didn’t see a single other solitary soul. But the high school group was about a mile further down Paradise Flat. Again though it was fun to see them having fun.
- I continued past Paradise flat, past intersection with Long Ridge Road, until got to intersection where if you go left you go to Mustang Pond. I took right and waded up Red Creek and quickly took first left at fork in about .2 mile where if you follow creek and creek walk push through some brush there are some nice flat spots about I don’t know .4 mile in. No one there. A little buggy and flow was disappointing but still water was okay. Had a real nice quiet evening. This time draped my poncho tarp over my bivy in case a lot of dew again. Didn’t make the slightest bit of difference. Outside of quilt still alarmingly wet but again comfortable/dry on inside.
- Not sure how far all this was maybe 9 to 12 miles.
- Followed creek south to where it intersects with Orestimba Creek Road. Followed road south and took right on Hartman trail. It is very very steep but was easy to follow and quite pretty. I really like it though if going the other direction could be hard on knees. Saw 3 or 4 people so it seems at least on Memorial day weekend gets a lot of use.
- Stopped for lengthy hangout at Mississippi Lake where I saw two other parties. Dried out quilt. Not a lot of places with good easy water access. Lake is big and pretty but a lot of stuff in water – pre-strained with bandana over intake and it left bright green circle. If you are arriving to it tired, be prepared to walk another mile or so to find a spot. I’m more used to drinking from creeks and Sierra lakes; I guess this is just normal for non-alpine lakes. Thought about staying as this was where I told the rangers I would stay and looked like might rain, but it was only about 2:00 and I had not been far so decided to take my chances with finding a spot later on.
- So, went south on Willow Ridge. Didn’t see anyone on it. I liked it lots of pretty views. But lots of steep ups and downs and was much harder and more tiring than I expected. Threatened to rain the whole time but other than some sprinkles never did.
- Took right on Willow Ridge Trail. As usual, slightly overgrown/narrow in places, need to watch out for poison oak, steep, but okay. Saw 2 fellas coming up, also an e-bike rider flying up as if by magic. Also some beautiful wild turkeys.
- As came down Willow Ridge Trail toward bottom could see the eastern most campsite at Los Cruzeros (which is my favorite place to camp around there). Was thinking who knows maybe no one will be there. But no – four tents! I didn’t think even three would fit. Also a lot of people at other Los Cruzeros sites. Starting to think my “plan” (or rather vain hope) of “just finding some spot” on a holiday weekend close to the trailhead may have been ill-advised. Anyway, took a right thinking I’ll camp at Miller field. One party camped there. Started to camp near them as I was getting tired but I hate sharing camping so went a bit further and found a small mostly flat spot by myself with a really nice view up the valley a little further up just past around corner from Miller Field. Set up camp around 5 and happily didn’t see anyone all evening. Really pretty nice evening with creek babbling nearby.
- Not sure of mileage for this day but maybe 9 or 10 miles.
- Got up and went down the creek through the narrows took right at China Hole trail and quickly hoofed it back up to HQ and van. As usual, very pretty. Saw 2 or 3 pairs or groups of people on way back. Maybe 7 or 8 miles or so from where I had camped.
2023.06.02 21:06 -carcino-Geneticist Update- they’re friends again
 | All attempts at putting them back together, even in a reduced space, resulted in Dog biting and chasing Dumbo. For the little guy’s safety, I had them side by side in a small pen for three hours. submitted by -carcino-Geneticist to Rabbits [link] [comments] I put hay and water in their pens and had them eat besides each other. After the 3 hours, I removed the divider and did half an hour of forced cuddling, and the remaining time they could be in the pen on their own without chasing or biting. It took from 6am to 12pm to get Dog to stop chasing and biting Dumbo, but I’m glad it worked out. I wanted them to end this 90 hour bond session on a positive note. I know some people think chasing and biting is how they solve who’s dominant, but I’m not risking it. They went a long time without fighting knowing that Dumbo was the dominant bun, Dog just got territorial over his bed. It won’t be good for my health or for theirs to let them chase or bite, even if it’s minor. I set up a side by side pen in their permanent space, and will come back to 24/7 bonding in the future. For now I need to recover from the trigger. Thank you all for the reassurance. |
2023.06.02 21:06 SuperHappyFunSlide Berrylicious Bacon Bite (Poe AI app) on Sandwiches of Future History
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2023.06.02 21:04 go4manager Bucket list trip to RR did not disappoint.
 | Mid 30’s and have had RR on the bucket list for a long time, back to back LH shows made us bite the bullet on flights and hotel and it did not disappoint. Favorite pic from the trip above captures all of it. Two incredibly different experiences too. While the cold and rain on Wed was miserable in the moment, it definitely made it more memorable. Crowd was super into it Wed, last night it was lacking IMO but could’ve been that we were row 33 last night, 19 on Wed. Weather last night couldn’t have been better. Post concert blues hitting hard today. Thank you, RR 🎶 I will be back someday… 🎶 submitted by go4manager to lordhuron [link] [comments] |
2023.06.02 21:00 yellowumbrella Low Carb Snickerdoodles Keto and Gluten Free
 | submitted by yellowumbrella to HealthyZapper [link] [comments] https://preview.redd.it/ce76vawsg7k61.jpg?width=580&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=4de3b92a7ed60cb52ef8a032522938226da6f5f2 Crispy on the outside, tender and slightly chewy on the inside, these low carb snickerdoodles are everything you love about a great keto cookie! The toasty coating of cinnamon & sweetener makes these keto snickerdoodle cookies simply perfect with a cup of coffee! Cookies are my absolute favorite sweet treat. Mostly because I like their portability, built in portion control (unless you eat all of them. . . not that I'd know from experience ?,) and the fact that you can eat multiple keto cookies of different kinds without committing to one large a person who likes to try a bite of everything, low carb cookies are my dessert year I put together a collection of 30 of my favorite low carb cookie recipes, and now I'm adding a few more to the blog for you to try - starting with these low carb snickerdoodles! Like all of my favorite low carb cookie recipes, these are pretty easy to make! A bonus because when I start thinking I could go for a cookie, I like to be eating said keto cookie within 30 minutes or less. ??? To make these keto snickerdoodle cookies, all you need to do is mix up your ingredients, roll the cookies into balls and dip in the cinnamon and sweetener mixture, then flatten slightly and bake for 15 minutes. Mission accomplished! ?Toasty, cinnamon-y, cookie perfection. Believe it. I tried freezing these low carb snickerdoodles to see how they would hold up and they were just as good if not better than before I'd frozen them. They keep perfectly at room temperature in a sealed container for up to four days (that's how long ours inside texture of the cookies got a little chewier every day, while the outside stayed toasty and crisp - it was awesome! I implore you to make these keto snickerdoodle cookies ASAP, and then report back as to what you thought of them! I have a feeling that once you try them, you'll be making them over and over again like I have! Ingredients : 2 cups superfine almond flour 1/2 cup salted butter, softened pinch of kosher salt 3/4 cup erythritol granulated sweetener 1/2 tsp baking soda 2 Tbsp erythritol granulated sweetener 1 tsp ground cinnamon Instructions :Preheat oven to 350 degrees (F)Mix all of the cookie ingredients in a medium sized bowl until a stiff dough the dough into 16 balls of equal size. (approx. inches in diameter)Combine the cinnamon and sweetener in a small the balls in the mixture until well on a parchment-lined cookie sheet and flatten slightly with the bottom of a at 350 degrees (F) for 15 and cool slightly before serving. |
2023.06.02 20:57 Dewfall-Hawk Another exec bites the dust on Twitter's safety team as the head of brand safety reportedly departs
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2023.06.02 20:56 Novel-Owl7963 Tired of getting stuck in both arms to no avail.
The past 3 times now, they have had to poke both arms. Seen on another post someone suggesting salt (electrolytes) along with water, because I always drink a lot before going in. Hemoglobin was 14.4 today (great for a female) I also take a hot shower before going to get blood flowing. I cried today because it’s so disheartening to have bruised arms and knowing I didn’t even get to give. Any advice that may give me hope and even the slightest bit of motivation to even keep trying at this point is much appreciated. They told me A+ is also more prone to clotting. :)
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2023.06.02 20:54 Mista9000 Perfectly Safe Demons -Ch 13- Kidnappers hate this one weird trick!
[Chapter One]
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Late at night, in the back of a warehouse.
Grigory squirmed against his restraints. The rope binding his hands was coarse and too tight, causing his hands to lose feeling. A bored council guard stood nearby, but was mostly ignoring him. He wasn’t going to get far with his hands and feet tied together. It was worse than he had thought possible. They are very much going to kill him tonight. This was even worse than either Stanisk or Aethlina had speculated, and he just knew that they would use his role in this disaster against him in future disagreements. However, he might be overly optimistic worrying about a future that might not include him.
Grigory thought over what he had left in his notebooks, contemplating if it would be enough for someone to continue his work. He wasn't sure. It was a lot more than he started with, but there weren't a lot of qualified scholars looking to follow his footsteps. The best outcomes for a lot of different paths all need him to survive.
Grigory tried not to be distracted by the ropes digging into him, and frantically wracked his mind for any sort of escape plan. He had a single imp totem on him, and they left him with his satchel nearby. That’s something. He would need to be untied to invoke it, and a single perfectly safe imp wouldn’t change the balance of power much. Perhaps if everyone but the four executive members left, he and Stanisk might have a chance to overpower them. Well he could at least be distracting while Stanisk overpowered them. They also hadn’t checked his satchel yet, so maybe he could bribe them with the ten thousand glindi engraved gold bar he brought to pledge his support? Bribes are a type of negotiation, and being tied up while they already had the gold put him in a frustratingly weak position to start negotiations. Not getting executed by the organised crime successor to the Council of Demonologists wasn’t on his list, but he still felt it was important.
Grigory could clearly see and hear the meeting continue in the centre of the warehouse. A small detail that he noticed was just how small the sums were. Robberies of a few hundred glindi? The value of a business protection racket being ten glucks a week? Had the runaway success of his imp-made goods distorted his value of money? Pandemonium Partners profited a few hundred thousand a month, and the big safe in the workshop’s basement held about a million glindi, mostly in heavy gold bars. That was after the expenses, taxes and salaries had been paid. Maybe bribes will work here.
Another trend that emerged was how cheap lives appeared to be. Stole a knife from the boss? Death. Miscounted the take? Death. Didn’t show up to the job? Finger loss. How they attracted or retained any talent at all was its own mystery. On that note, we wonder if he enormously overpaid his people? These goons were killing each other over sums of money close to what he paid each of his security goons a day, which in turn was a fraction of what he was paying his partners. All the people he hired seemed excited when he told them the starting salary, and not a single one asked for a raise. Not the time for that! Focus on the matter at hand! Grigory continued to look for anything that he could use to escape.
All too soon the business part of the meeting was concluded. Two of the Council's guards wheeled out a cask of beer, and a crate of cheap clay mugs. Not great news for plans that require being left alone. In singles and groups the ‘Demonologists’ started to come over to where he was tied up. To drink cheap beer and look upon true evil in his demon summoning face.
“Hullo gentlemen! This is all a silly mistake, I’m sure we can work something out,” Grigory said with a calmness and pleasantness he didn’t feel.
A gangster in a threadbare tunic and patched leather pants started going through his coat, and then his satchel. His notebooks with neatly written titles were thrown on the floor, and the minor spell reagents placed on top of a nearby crate.
“Holy shit!” he exclaimed far too loudly, ensuring everyone saw him pull out the slim gold bar, about the size of a knife handle. “This can’t be real?!” The gangster saw how everyone near him stared, mouths agape at the bar in his open hand. The bar’s engraving of the Royal Mint of Hiruxia glinting in the flickering rushlight.
“Back off! I found it!” He held the gold tight in his fist and drew his dirty, nicked knife from his belt with his free hand. Quicker than a blink of an eye every member had their blades out and the men at arms from the edges moved towards the commotion.
“PUT IT AWAY!” boomed Arcanist Devorio. He reasserted control of the situation with palpable menace. “The prisoner and all his goods are the property of the Council! Put it down on the table, Tricky Tupo!”
The gangsters grudgingly resheathed their weapons, and Tricky Tupo passed the bar to the Arcanist without making eye contact.
“Holy shit, it is actually real gold!” Devorio muttered after inspecting it for a second. “Where the hell did you steal something like this?”
Something in his phrasing crystalized a plan in Grigory’s mind. An insane, reckless, dangerous plan. Grigory tried not to smile when he replied, “Not stolen at all, well not from our plane of reality.”
“You summoned it?” the well dressed head of the council asked incredulously.
“Oh no, not at all! I stole it from the treasury of Hell! You see that’s the point of having a perfectly obedient demon, it does what I say, and not what the Lords of Hell say,” Grigory lied. The Hellplane wasn’t organised like that at all. There was no such thing as a treasury there. He still wasn’t sure how to sell it, but he hoped there was enough ignorance and greed in the room to do the heavy lifting for him.
“Demonologists have never stolen from hell! As far as I know. I think?” The arcanist was in uncertain territory.
“Mostly true! But we steal minor things all the time, like magical energy, or arcane secrets, but the exciting advance I wrote to you about was stealing things like minerals or artefacts and sometimes regular boring gold.” Grigory was hoping he was priming their greed enough. He worried he was being too subtle.
“Well, it looks like you have a new job! You steal Hell gold for us now!” The Arcanist-turned-crime-lord was back in familiar territory of coercing people into giving him what he wanted.
“Oh I couldn’t!" Grigory feigned reluctance. “I don’t have the right equipment, I haven’t done the full balancing equations for today’s planar alignments! I should go home and get what I need, and I’ll be happy to come back tomorrow and we can get a fresh start on this.”
“Not a chance! You’re doing the ritual this instant, or your blood will cover this entire floor!” Davenio countered.
Grigory, aware that excess blood could damage goods, decided against arguing. “Alright, you win, I’ll have my imp steal another dozen gold bars tonight, I guess. But that’s it! I’m leaving after that!”
“Hah! We’ll see about that!” The arcanist cut Grigory’s bonds while staring straight into his eyes.
Grigory rubbed his sore wrists, and looked at the fifty or so people that had gathered around him. Cruel smiles and the stink of cheap beer surrounded him, but he had a plan. “First I’ll need to summon my imp, to help me set up the ritual!” Grigory found himself speaking like a showman at a fair, with exaggerated gestures and in a loud clear voice. The assembled thugs, goons and crime lords backed up to give him some space. Aethlina suggested obscuring the details of invoking a demon, which was a great idea. He slowly and rhythmically chanted in demonic detail how he likes his tea, with lots of hand gestures and steps and ritualistic looking movements. After a few long seconds he pulled out the imp totem from his vest, waved it around like a wand for a bit before doing the quick gesture of invocation to actually invoke the imp. With two small clicks the tiny imp landed on the rough floorboards of the warehouse. Several goons gasped, and one of the lady goons even shrieked a bit. Truly a sad state of affairs when someone calling themselves a demonologist is startled by a tiny perfectly safe imp!
Grigory picked up his notebooks from the floor, and found the one titled ‘Charts, Formulas, and Tables.’. Doing some mental maths, and modifying a few old spells and rituals on the fly, Grigory gave his imp simple directions in demonic. He could have just spoken plainly, but he was aware he was also putting on a show. Keeping everyone’s attention was important for the next part.
“Ahem, is there any furnace ash, or the like? I’ll need to create a circle in ash or wax or sand.” A few people turned to look for what he needed, and Grigory returned to working out the planar alignment in his notebook. They returned with a canvas bag of stove ashes, he looked them over and nodded. “Does anyone have a silvered steel blade I can use? Anyone at all? No matter, I have one!” Grigory pulled out the small pocket knife he used to cut his food with. It actually was silvered steel, since that also came up from time to time in his line of work. Besides it was interesting to learn that was the only silvered steel blade in the room.
Grigory passed the bag of ash to the imp. He gave detailed instructions on the shape, symbols, and spacing of the elements, all crucial to the huge circle taking shape in the middle of the warehouse floor. The assembled crowd of dirty, dangerous, and desperate deviants started to look concerned. What had started as a bit of mean spirited fun was fast turning into the exact thing they knew was evil incarnate. A path to Hell was being built in front of them! A few moved to leave, but the others called them names and threatened their reputations, forcing them to stay and watch. There was a good reason to stay, there was about to be a lot of gold for everyone. In theory.
At last the preparations were complete. Grigory slowly walked the entire outside of his circle to make sure it was unbroken. He had done similar rituals before, but always with hours of double checking, and never with an audience. His hands were sweaty and shaking as he tore a page out of his notebook. Quickly, he scribbled down a final set of instructions in demonic script and handed it to the imp.
“Merp!” it said in agreement.
Grigory turned to address everyone. He saw a very worried Stanisk standing off to the back, and he subtly gestured for him to wait. Steadying his nerves for a second he addressed his gathered kidnappers, “Soon you will see a small tear in reality! Plug your ears, lest the screams of the damned drive you mad!” Grigory looked around, to make sure everyone was properly alarmed, and activated the ritual.
With a crack of thunder and a hurricane blast of dry wind that reeked of hot iron and sulphur Grigory’s surprise appeared in the centre of the circle. A towering rage demon, its black armoured hide covered in dancing hellfire, its wolf-like face filled with jagged fangs, and its shoulders brushing the rafters of the old warehouse. The assembled criminals looked up from the floor and saw the bipedal nightmare towering over them. They stood stalk still, not knowing how to react, nor sure what exactly was happening.
Grigory stood up straight and turned on the crowd, in a commanding bellow he condemned them, “What kind of idiots let a master demonologist do any summoning ritual he wants?! Look upon the true power of hell and despair!! Your petty schemes are –”
Grigory’s gloating was cut short by a foundation shaking roar from the demon. It started grabbing people at random, and biting them in half, throwing hunks of torso against the wall with splattering force. In accordance with the note, Grigory’s imp hopped up on the table, grabbed the bar of gold from where Arcanist Devorio put it, and sprinted figure eights between the demon's legs. With everyone’s fear AND greed now focused in the same area, Grigory took his stuff and ran for the door. Most of the so-called ‘demonologists’ were trying to escape, but a few were focused on the imp running with a gold bar held over its head. That was as much as a labourer would make in a year, and they couldn’t just walk away from that. The massive demon continued to kill and dismember with glee. The sound of tearing meat and snapping bones was even louder than the screams of the dying. As far as distractions go, Grigory was pretty proud of this one.
Grigory started for the door they had entered by. However, it was jammed with people trying to escape. He stopped at the edge of the chaos, trying to gather his thoughts. As he did, a better solution appeared to him. The demon grabbed one of the cutthroats that dove at the imp’s gold, and threw him at the wall with enough force to vaporise him. The impact filled the whole side of the warehouse in a steamy red mist, and sprayed meaty chunks over everything. The demon howled with laughter when he saw how people popped when thrown into walls.
The important part for Grigory was that there was now a second exit. An exit covered in gore and bone fragments, but entirely clear of goons. Signalling Stanisk, he made his way out through the wreckage. Slower than he’d like, and getting blood and worse on everything, but a clear path. The demon had stopped feeding entirely and was just throwing people as hard as he could, first at the floor then at other people. Its roars of rage were now peals of terrifying laughter. The air in the warehouse was thick with a mist of blood from the high energy impacts.
“I assume it knows not to kill us?” Stanisk asked in a ragged voice once he caught up to Grigory.
“Yes, but only not to kill people in purple. So don’t take off your tabard! It was the best I could do!”
They struggled out into the cool night air of the yard, free of the stenches of hell, gore and terror.
Stanisk looked down at his tabard, so soaked in fresh blood that it looked black. He ran even faster to the wagon.
“So this thing is just going to destroy the city until someone slays it then?” Stanisk asked, as they ran to the cart while frantically gesturing for his two guards to turn the wagon around and get it rolling.
“Oh no! Just until midnight” Grigory explained after he dove into the moving wagon. He wiped his blood soaked hands on his blood soaked robes, to no benefit.
Stanisk stared backwards at the destruction unfolding behind them. The demon had brought the warehouse down around himself and was clearly visible from the road. It was still energetically killing and smashing. “That's more than an hour! You reckon it’ll come for us?”
The single horse dragging a cargo wagon with four men on it was maddeningly sluggish
Grigory fumbled around for something to get the blood and bone fragments off his glasses. Finally finding part of his undershirt clean, he wiped them and he replied,“Oh my no,It’s bound to the summoning circle. Within a hundred paces.” They both watched as a few people fled on horseback, and a wagon rattled away at a gallop. Mostly it was a mess of shouting and terror. Knife fights broke out as people tried to commandeer the remaining horses. Horses were panicking and bolting without riders. Some survivors just ran away on foot. With every fresh kill the demon laughed so loud that Grigory felt like it was coming from his own skull.
“What the hell happened in there, sirs?” asked the terrified guard driving the cart.
Grigory turned around to answer, but Stanisk put a hand on his arm and answered instead, “Those filthy witches in there tried to kill us with a demon, but Grigory outsmarted them and turned it on its creators. Keep driving Kedril, we should be safe in an intersection or so.”
“Light preserve us all!” Kedril the driver said. “Is that a real demon Sir?”
Grigory watched the demon grab one of the goons fighting in the yard and threw him in a high arc towards the city centre. The demon’s arm cracked like a whip as it threw. The ragged corpse left a trail of blood mist as it arced far overhead.
Grigory answered calmly, “Yes.”
Grigory pulled out his demon totem from his robes, and devoked the imp, causing a gold bar a block and a half behind them to clatter to the blood soaked warehouse floor and slide into some debris. He was surprised how calm he felt. By all accounts his plan was in shambles and he’d stirred up a dozen hornets nests. Facing certain death and prevailing did wonders for one’s perspective.
Grigory looked over at Stanisk, and he was looking less calm. Which was entirely fair. A lot of uniquely horrific things happened tonight. Stanisk’s mouth was a tight line, face pale and eyes bloodshot. That might have just been blood from before, that got in his eyes.
“We can’t go through town looking like we bathed in the blood of the innocent, take us to the Golden Anchor’s warehouse on Glibstone Street. We own that place, we can clean up and change there,” Stanisk tersely told the driver.
Grigory countered, “First off, the previous owners of this blood were far from innocent, and secondly that’s across town, let's just lay in the bed, throw the rainsheet over us, and go to the main workshop.”
Stanisk groaned and tried to rub the blood off his face while he thought it over, but just smeared it around.
“Fine, Kedril, Remember to do a few triple left turns to make sure we aren’t being followed, like we discussed last month.” Stanisk undid the oilcloth on the side, connected it to the mounting points, and slid underneath.
“I think we need to review our plans!” Grigory whispered.
“Shhhh, cargo don’t talk.” Stanisk whispered back. The soldier cupped his head in one hand, and covered his eyes with the other and tried to get comfortable enough to sleep. Grigory rolled onto his back and stared at the cloth in front of his face. He tried not to dwell on the odd whip crack sound coming from behind them, nor the horrified gasps of the two guards on the driver’s bench while he mentally updated his plans.
****
A few hours later Grigory was bathed, wearing fresh clothes and feeling much better. He sat contemplating at the kitchen table in his workshop. He was troubled by what this was going to mean for his business and for himself. Stanisk was still in the tub cleaning up, and the two guards had been dismissed for the night. It was shortly after midnight now, and that meant more to Grigory than it did other nights. He hoped no one innocent died tonight, but he was also a little surprised how little he was bothered by the destruction he unleashed this evening. Considering it was the first time he took another human’s life, albeit indirectly, he expected a stronger emotional response. Part of this was a clear case of kill or be killed. Another part was these people were awful people. Grigory worried this might mean he had more subconscious bias against the value of the lives of the economically disadvantaged, but that’s probably not it. Being biassed against people that were willing to kill him made more sense, but also he knew the coming years mean that will become the same as willing to kill most of the world.
Grigory put on some fresh tea, and set out another cup for Stanisk when he was done washing. He couldn’t shake the feeling that his worst fear, being mad with power and using that power to violently kill everyone he perceived as an enemy, wasn’t as far-fetched as it was before. These were the goons that might have killed his mentor, Archmage Willoford. Avenging a mentor was a reasonable rationale, at least in songs and plays. Grigory knew that wasn’t his motivation tonight. And besides that was the inquisition from the sounds of it, these ones just celebrated his mentor's execution, which isn’t really moral grounds for demonic dismemberment. He also knew he could have summoned a stench demon or a screaming demon, or just non demon based rituals he could have used to escape without violence. He didn’t even offer to bribe them, just straight to violence. Grigory wasn’t sure he liked finding out who he really was when lives were on the line.
His introspection was interrupted by a sound coming from his workshop door, and he sagged with relief when he saw it was just Aethlina. Relief that was short lived, because the questions started immediately.
“I assume you had something to do with the demonic giant that threw seventeen people into the side of the Cathedral of the Light?” the elv asked, without reproach or scorn.
Grigory took a second to answer. “I had something to do with the presence of that demon in our plane of reality. I had a little to do with either the people it chose to throw. Nothing to do with where it chose to throw them nor its accuracy. Interesting it threw them at the Cathedral, you’d think it would have some kinship with the church? They both love burning people.”
“By all accounts the accuracy at least, was excellent. All the bodies hit Cathedral Square. The Cathedral itself requires extensive repairs to the nave, and two flying buttresses collapsed. At least according to the terrified lady I ran into.” Aethlina paused for a few seconds in case Grigory chose to share more details.
Aethlina asked mildly, “How rude of me. I meant to ask, how did your meeting go tonight?”
Stanisk came out from around the partition wearing fresh clothes. “The fucking witches weren’t even witches! They were just shadow blighted gangsters what stole the demonologists reputation! Broke as shit, and twice as dumb!”
Stanisk grabbed a bottle of whiskey off the shelf and sat down at the table, ignoring the cup and the pot of tea. After drinking right from the bottle he continued, “It hit the actual main Cathedral? The one right in the centre of town? That’s like an hour walk from where we were! A catapult wouldn’t have thrown a person half that far!”
“The one and the same, The Grand Ubrafadter’s residence is in that square, so I assume what follows will be the sort of witch hunt the city has never seen before.” Aethlina turned to Grigory, “May I also assume your reasons for staying in the city are weaker and your reasons for leaving are stronger than they were yesterday?“
“There were definitely survivors, and I was introduced by name. I can’t stay here, probably not in the empire at all. I don’t think they know the name of the company, but Stanisk and I were wearing the company’s sigil, so it might not be long for them to work it out.” Grigory rubbed the bridge of his nose without taking off his glasses. “I guess we should start planning our exit immediately.”
In a rare show of emotion Aethlina smiled for a second, “We are leaving on a ship named the Widow’s Remorse, it’s provisioned for us and departs on the morning tide, in about nine hours. The captain agreed to wait until we were in open water to hear our destination. He and his crew also suffer from a rare medical condition where their memory fades entirely anytime they are given a bag of money. The ship can carry thirty-five passengers, so the guards can bring their families. I’ll describe the places I think we should go, after we are in open waters.”
Grigory was both very impressed and a touch alarmed. “Did you know what would happen at that meeting? Did you know what I was walking into?”
“No, I had mistakenly assumed you were on top of that, and took you on your word about them. The odds of them being what you expected were poor. I also had a detailed plan in case they kidnapped you.”
Stanisk burst out laughing, “Imagine if they kidnapped you, Boss! All trussed up like a rotisserie chicken! Hah! I guess I’ll get packed and meet back here to get everything organised! I’ll miss my townhouse, but I’ve had enough of living in Jagged Cove, it's loud and crowded.”
Stanisk stood up, and turned to leave, but paused mid stride. “Miss Aethlina, how big of an investigation do you reckon it’ll be? Reckon they could keep after us after we leave?”
“Likely.There are cases where the inquisition spent entire centuries on the trail of heretics and their descendents. Those heresies were vocally opposing an aspect of doctrine. This may be the first heresy in which a building-sized demon flung citizens into Cathedral Square. I assume yes, they will be interested in following up.”
“Alright, I’ve got an idea that might buy us some time. Grigory, are there any specific numbers that are significant to demons?”
“Um, not actually, but the older texts are filled with references to threes and eights I guess?” Grigory said with a shrug.
“Perfect!” Stanisks' smile strengthened and he turned to Aethlina. “Can you think of eight nobles, eight businessmen, and eight clergy the city would be better off without? Here, write 'em on this!” He slid her a notebook page when she nodded.
Grigory leaned forward,”I’m not sure what you are going for?”
“In the army, there was a famously clever bird that would trick soldiers, called a red heron. We are going to make a whole flock of ‘em!” Stanisk excitedly explained. “Oh, draw a demon circle on this page, doesn’t have to work or anything, like the one from the warehouse”
Grigory began his sketch. “I don’t think red heron is quite right, but I’m catching your drift.”
While they wrote, Stanisk went to the carved chest where all the imp totems for the workshop were stored, and invoked twenty four of them. Taking Aethlina’s list and Grigory’s sketch, he ordered each imp to sprint across town and use hellfire to scorch the circle into the street in front of the home of a specific name.
After the final imp bounded out of the building and was leaping along the rooflines Stanisk returned to his partners. “Now they’ll have too many leads! Hopefully folk see the imps and hellfire, that’ll be even better!”
“We can just outvoke them in an hour or so, that's easy enough. Great idea, Stanisk!” Grigory said cautiously, still thinking through the plan.
“If your big demon didn’t cause a public panic, I can’t imagine a better way to finish the job.” Aethlina replied.
Stanisk smiled and shrugged. “It wasn’t my good looks alone that kept me alive this long! I’ll send some runners to gather the lads and get this show on the road. Human runners I mean!”
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Late at night, in the back of a warehouse.
Grigory squirmed against his restraints. The rope binding his hands was coarse and too tight, causing his hands to lose feeling. A bored council guard stood nearby, but was mostly ignoring him. He wasn’t going to get far with his hands and feet tied together. It was worse than he had thought possible. They are very much going to kill him tonight. This was even worse than either Stanisk or Aethlina had speculated, and he just knew that they would use his role in this disaster against him in future disagreements. However, he might be overly optimistic worrying about a future that might not include him.
Grigory thought over what he had left in his notebooks, contemplating if it would be enough for someone to continue his work. He wasn't sure. It was a lot more than he started with, but there weren't a lot of qualified scholars looking to follow his footsteps. The best outcomes for a lot of different paths all need him to survive.
Grigory tried not to be distracted by the ropes digging into him, and frantically wracked his mind for any sort of escape plan. He had a single imp totem on him, and they left him with his satchel nearby. That’s something. He would need to be untied to invoke it, and a single perfectly safe imp wouldn’t change the balance of power much. Perhaps if everyone but the four executive members left, he and Stanisk might have a chance to overpower them. Well he could at least be distracting while Stanisk overpowered them. They also hadn’t checked his satchel yet, so maybe he could bribe them with the ten thousand glindi engraved gold bar he brought to pledge his support? Bribes are a type of negotiation, and being tied up while they already had the gold put him in a frustratingly weak position to start negotiations. Not getting executed by the organised crime successor to the Council of Demonologists wasn’t on his list, but he still felt it was important.
Grigory could clearly see and hear the meeting continue in the centre of the warehouse. A small detail that he noticed was just how small the sums were. Robberies of a few hundred glindi? The value of a business protection racket being ten glucks a week? Had the runaway success of his imp-made goods distorted his value of money? Pandemonium Partners profited a few hundred thousand a month, and the big safe in the workshop’s basement held about a million glindi, mostly in heavy gold bars. That was after the expenses, taxes and salaries had been paid. Maybe bribes will work here.
Another trend that emerged was how cheap lives appeared to be. Stole a knife from the boss? Death. Miscounted the take? Death. Didn’t show up to the job? Finger loss. How they attracted or retained any talent at all was its own mystery. On that note, we wonder if he enormously overpaid his people? These goons were killing each other over sums of money close to what he paid each of his security goons a day, which in turn was a fraction of what he was paying his partners. All the people he hired seemed excited when he told them the starting salary, and not a single one asked for a raise. Not the time for that! Focus on the matter at hand! Grigory continued to look for anything that he could use to escape.
All too soon the business part of the meeting was concluded. Two of the Council's guards wheeled out a cask of beer, and a crate of cheap clay mugs. Not great news for plans that require being left alone. In singles and groups the ‘Demonologists’ started to come over to where he was tied up. To drink cheap beer and look upon true evil in his demon summoning face.
“Hullo gentlemen! This is all a silly mistake, I’m sure we can work something out,” Grigory said with a calmness and pleasantness he didn’t feel.
A gangster in a threadbare tunic and patched leather pants started going through his coat, and then his satchel. His notebooks with neatly written titles were thrown on the floor, and the minor spell reagents placed on top of a nearby crate.
“Holy shit!” he exclaimed far too loudly, ensuring everyone saw him pull out the slim gold bar, about the size of a knife handle. “This can’t be real?!” The gangster saw how everyone near him stared, mouths agape at the bar in his open hand. The bar’s engraving of the Royal Mint of Hiruxia glinting in the flickering rushlight.
“Back off! I found it!” He held the gold tight in his fist and drew his dirty, nicked knife from his belt with his free hand. Quicker than a blink of an eye every member had their blades out and the men at arms from the edges moved towards the commotion.
“PUT IT AWAY!” boomed Arcanist Devorio. He reasserted control of the situation with palpable menace. “The prisoner and all his goods are the property of the Council! Put it down on the table, Tricky Tupo!”
The gangsters grudgingly resheathed their weapons, and Tricky Tupo passed the bar to the Arcanist without making eye contact.
“Holy shit, it is actually real gold!” Devorio muttered after inspecting it for a second. “Where the hell did you steal something like this?”
Something in his phrasing crystalized a plan in Grigory’s mind. An insane, reckless, dangerous plan. Grigory tried not to smile when he replied, “Not stolen at all, well not from our plane of reality.”
“You summoned it?” the well dressed head of the council asked incredulously.
“Oh no, not at all! I stole it from the treasury of Hell! You see that’s the point of having a perfectly obedient demon, it does what I say, and not what the Lords of Hell say,” Grigory lied. The Hellplane wasn’t organised like that at all. There was no such thing as a treasury there. He still wasn’t sure how to sell it, but he hoped there was enough ignorance and greed in the room to do the heavy lifting for him.
“Demonologists have never stolen from hell! As far as I know. I think?” The arcanist was in uncertain territory.
“Mostly true! But we steal minor things all the time, like magical energy, or arcane secrets, but the exciting advance I wrote to you about was stealing things like minerals or artefacts and sometimes regular boring gold.” Grigory was hoping he was priming their greed enough. He worried he was being too subtle.
“Well, it looks like you have a new job! You steal Hell gold for us now!” The Arcanist-turned-crime-lord was back in familiar territory of coercing people into giving him what he wanted.
“Oh I couldn’t!" Grigory feigned reluctance. “I don’t have the right equipment, I haven’t done the full balancing equations for today’s planar alignments! I should go home and get what I need, and I’ll be happy to come back tomorrow and we can get a fresh start on this.”
“Not a chance! You’re doing the ritual this instant, or your blood will cover this entire floor!” Davenio countered.
Grigory, aware that excess blood could damage goods, decided against arguing. “Alright, you win, I’ll have my imp steal another dozen gold bars tonight, I guess. But that’s it! I’m leaving after that!”
“Hah! We’ll see about that!” The arcanist cut Grigory’s bonds while staring straight into his eyes.
Grigory rubbed his sore wrists, and looked at the fifty or so people that had gathered around him. Cruel smiles and the stink of cheap beer surrounded him, but he had a plan. “First I’ll need to summon my imp, to help me set up the ritual!” Grigory found himself speaking like a showman at a fair, with exaggerated gestures and in a loud clear voice. The assembled thugs, goons and crime lords backed up to give him some space. Aethlina suggested obscuring the details of invoking a demon, which was a great idea. He slowly and rhythmically chanted in demonic detail how he likes his tea, with lots of hand gestures and steps and ritualistic looking movements. After a few long seconds he pulled out the imp totem from his vest, waved it around like a wand for a bit before doing the quick gesture of invocation to actually invoke the imp. With two small clicks the tiny imp landed on the rough floorboards of the warehouse. Several goons gasped, and one of the lady goons even shrieked a bit. Truly a sad state of affairs when someone calling themselves a demonologist is startled by a tiny perfectly safe imp!
Grigory picked up his notebooks from the floor, and found the one titled ‘Charts, Formulas, and Tables.’. Doing some mental maths, and modifying a few old spells and rituals on the fly, Grigory gave his imp simple directions in demonic. He could have just spoken plainly, but he was aware he was also putting on a show. Keeping everyone’s attention was important for the next part.
“Ahem, is there any furnace ash, or the like? I’ll need to create a circle in ash or wax or sand.” A few people turned to look for what he needed, and Grigory returned to working out the planar alignment in his notebook. They returned with a canvas bag of stove ashes, he looked them over and nodded. “Does anyone have a silvered steel blade I can use? Anyone at all? No matter, I have one!” Grigory pulled out the small pocket knife he used to cut his food with. It actually was silvered steel, since that also came up from time to time in his line of work. Besides it was interesting to learn that was the only silvered steel blade in the room.
Grigory passed the bag of ash to the imp. He gave detailed instructions on the shape, symbols, and spacing of the elements, all crucial to the huge circle taking shape in the middle of the warehouse floor. The assembled crowd of dirty, dangerous, and desperate deviants started to look concerned. What had started as a bit of mean spirited fun was fast turning into the exact thing they knew was evil incarnate. A path to Hell was being built in front of them! A few moved to leave, but the others called them names and threatened their reputations, forcing them to stay and watch. There was a good reason to stay, there was about to be a lot of gold for everyone. In theory.
At last the preparations were complete. Grigory slowly walked the entire outside of his circle to make sure it was unbroken. He had done similar rituals before, but always with hours of double checking, and never with an audience. His hands were sweaty and shaking as he tore a page out of his notebook. Quickly, he scribbled down a final set of instructions in demonic script and handed it to the imp.
“Merp!” it said in agreement.
Grigory turned to address everyone. He saw a very worried Stanisk standing off to the back, and he subtly gestured for him to wait. Steadying his nerves for a second he addressed his gathered kidnappers, “Soon you will see a small tear in reality! Plug your ears, lest the screams of the damned drive you mad!” Grigory looked around, to make sure everyone was properly alarmed, and activated the ritual.
With a crack of thunder and a hurricane blast of dry wind that reeked of hot iron and sulphur Grigory’s surprise appeared in the centre of the circle. A towering rage demon, its black armoured hide covered in dancing hellfire, its wolf-like face filled with jagged fangs, and its shoulders brushing the rafters of the old warehouse. The assembled criminals looked up from the floor and saw the bipedal nightmare towering over them. They stood stalk still, not knowing how to react, nor sure what exactly was happening.
Grigory stood up straight and turned on the crowd, in a commanding bellow he condemned them, “What kind of idiots let a master demonologist do any summoning ritual he wants?! Look upon the true power of hell and despair!! Your petty schemes are –”
Grigory’s gloating was cut short by a foundation shaking roar from the demon. It started grabbing people at random, and biting them in half, throwing hunks of torso against the wall with splattering force. In accordance with the note, Grigory’s imp hopped up on the table, grabbed the bar of gold from where Arcanist Devorio put it, and sprinted figure eights between the demon's legs. With everyone’s fear AND greed now focused in the same area, Grigory took his stuff and ran for the door. Most of the so-called ‘demonologists’ were trying to escape, but a few were focused on the imp running with a gold bar held over its head. That was as much as a labourer would make in a year, and they couldn’t just walk away from that. The massive demon continued to kill and dismember with glee. The sound of tearing meat and snapping bones was even louder than the screams of the dying. As far as distractions go, Grigory was pretty proud of this one.
Grigory started for the door they had entered by. However, it was jammed with people trying to escape. He stopped at the edge of the chaos, trying to gather his thoughts. As he did, a better solution appeared to him. The demon grabbed one of the cutthroats that dove at the imp’s gold, and threw him at the wall with enough force to vaporise him. The impact filled the whole side of the warehouse in a steamy red mist, and sprayed meaty chunks over everything. The demon howled with laughter when he saw how people popped when thrown into walls.
The important part for Grigory was that there was now a second exit. An exit covered in gore and bone fragments, but entirely clear of goons. Signalling Stanisk, he made his way out through the wreckage. Slower than he’d like, and getting blood and worse on everything, but a clear path. The demon had stopped feeding entirely and was just throwing people as hard as he could, first at the floor then at other people. Its roars of rage were now peals of terrifying laughter. The air in the warehouse was thick with a mist of blood from the high energy impacts.
“I assume it knows not to kill us?” Stanisk asked in a ragged voice once he caught up to Grigory.
“Yes, but only not to kill people in purple. So don’t take off your tabard! It was the best I could do!”
They struggled out into the cool night air of the yard, free of the stenches of hell, gore and terror.
Stanisk looked down at his tabard, so soaked in fresh blood that it looked black. He ran even faster to the wagon.
“So this thing is just going to destroy the city until someone slays it then?” Stanisk asked, as they ran to the cart while frantically gesturing for his two guards to turn the wagon around and get it rolling.
“Oh no! Just until midnight” Grigory explained after he dove into the moving wagon. He wiped his blood soaked hands on his blood soaked robes, to no benefit.
Stanisk stared backwards at the destruction unfolding behind them. The demon had brought the warehouse down around himself and was clearly visible from the road. It was still energetically killing and smashing. “That's more than an hour! You reckon it’ll come for us?”
The single horse dragging a cargo wagon with four men on it was maddeningly sluggish
Grigory fumbled around for something to get the blood and bone fragments off his glasses. Finally finding part of his undershirt clean, he wiped them and he replied,“Oh my no,It’s bound to the summoning circle. Within a hundred paces.” They both watched as a few people fled on horseback, and a wagon rattled away at a gallop. Mostly it was a mess of shouting and terror. Knife fights broke out as people tried to commandeer the remaining horses. Horses were panicking and bolting without riders. Some survivors just ran away on foot. With every fresh kill the demon laughed so loud that Grigory felt like it was coming from his own skull.
“What the hell happened in there, sirs?” asked the terrified guard driving the cart.
Grigory turned around to answer, but Stanisk put a hand on his arm and answered instead, “Those filthy witches in there tried to kill us with a demon, but Grigory outsmarted them and turned it on its creators. Keep driving Kedril, we should be safe in an intersection or so.”
“Light preserve us all!” Kedril the driver said. “Is that a real demon Sir?”
Grigory watched the demon grab one of the goons fighting in the yard and threw him in a high arc towards the city centre. The demon’s arm cracked like a whip as it threw. The ragged corpse left a trail of blood mist as it arced far overhead.
Grigory answered calmly, “Yes.”
Grigory pulled out his demon totem from his robes, and devoked the imp, causing a gold bar a block and a half behind them to clatter to the blood soaked warehouse floor and slide into some debris. He was surprised how calm he felt. By all accounts his plan was in shambles and he’d stirred up a dozen hornets nests. Facing certain death and prevailing did wonders for one’s perspective.
Grigory looked over at Stanisk, and he was looking less calm. Which was entirely fair. A lot of uniquely horrific things happened tonight. Stanisk’s mouth was a tight line, face pale and eyes bloodshot. That might have just been blood from before, that got in his eyes.
“We can’t go through town looking like we bathed in the blood of the innocent, take us to the Golden Anchor’s warehouse on Glibstone Street. We own that place, we can clean up and change there,” Stanisk tersely told the driver.
Grigory countered, “First off, the previous owners of this blood were far from innocent, and secondly that’s across town, let's just lay in the bed, throw the rainsheet over us, and go to the main workshop.”
Stanisk groaned and tried to rub the blood off his face while he thought it over, but just smeared it around.
“Fine, Kedril, Remember to do a few triple left turns to make sure we aren’t being followed, like we discussed last month.” Stanisk undid the oilcloth on the side, connected it to the mounting points, and slid underneath.
“I think we need to review our plans!” Grigory whispered.
“Shhhh, cargo don’t talk.” Stanisk whispered back. The soldier cupped his head in one hand, and covered his eyes with the other and tried to get comfortable enough to sleep. Grigory rolled onto his back and stared at the cloth in front of his face. He tried not to dwell on the odd whip crack sound coming from behind them, nor the horrified gasps of the two guards on the driver’s bench while he mentally updated his plans.
****
A few hours later Grigory was bathed, wearing fresh clothes and feeling much better. He sat contemplating at the kitchen table in his workshop. He was troubled by what this was going to mean for his business and for himself. Stanisk was still in the tub cleaning up, and the two guards had been dismissed for the night. It was shortly after midnight now, and that meant more to Grigory than it did other nights. He hoped no one innocent died tonight, but he was also a little surprised how little he was bothered by the destruction he unleashed this evening. Considering it was the first time he took another human’s life, albeit indirectly, he expected a stronger emotional response. Part of this was a clear case of kill or be killed. Another part was these people were awful people. Grigory worried this might mean he had more subconscious bias against the value of the lives of the economically disadvantaged, but that’s probably not it. Being biassed against people that were willing to kill him made more sense, but also he knew the coming years mean that will become the same as willing to kill most of the world.
Grigory put on some fresh tea, and set out another cup for Stanisk when he was done washing. He couldn’t shake the feeling that his worst fear, being mad with power and using that power to violently kill everyone he perceived as an enemy, wasn’t as far-fetched as it was before. These were the goons that might have killed his mentor, Archmage Willoford. Avenging a mentor was a reasonable rationale, at least in songs and plays. Grigory knew that wasn’t his motivation tonight. And besides that was the inquisition from the sounds of it, these ones just celebrated his mentor's execution, which isn’t really moral grounds for demonic dismemberment. He also knew he could have summoned a stench demon or a screaming demon, or just non demon based rituals he could have used to escape without violence. He didn’t even offer to bribe them, just straight to violence. Grigory wasn’t sure he liked finding out who he really was when lives were on the line.
His introspection was interrupted by a sound coming from his workshop door, and he sagged with relief when he saw it was just Aethlina. Relief that was short lived, because the questions started immediately.
“I assume you had something to do with the demonic giant that threw seventeen people into the side of the Cathedral of the Light?” the elv asked, without reproach or scorn.
Grigory took a second to answer. “I had something to do with the presence of that demon in our plane of reality. I had a little to do with either the people it chose to throw. Nothing to do with where it chose to throw them nor its accuracy. Interesting it threw them at the Cathedral, you’d think it would have some kinship with the church? They both love burning people.”
“By all accounts the accuracy at least, was excellent. All the bodies hit Cathedral Square. The Cathedral itself requires extensive repairs to the nave, and two flying buttresses collapsed. At least according to the terrified lady I ran into.” Aethlina paused for a few seconds in case Grigory chose to share more details.
Aethlina asked mildly, “How rude of me. I meant to ask, how did your meeting go tonight?”
Stanisk came out from around the partition wearing fresh clothes. “The fucking witches weren’t even witches! They were just shadow blighted gangsters what stole the demonologists reputation! Broke as shit, and twice as dumb!”
Stanisk grabbed a bottle of whiskey off the shelf and sat down at the table, ignoring the cup and the pot of tea. After drinking right from the bottle he continued, “It hit the actual main Cathedral? The one right in the centre of town? That’s like an hour walk from where we were! A catapult wouldn’t have thrown a person half that far!”
“The one and the same, The Grand Ubrafadter’s residence is in that square, so I assume what follows will be the sort of witch hunt the city has never seen before.” Aethlina turned to Grigory, “May I also assume your reasons for staying in the city are weaker and your reasons for leaving are stronger than they were yesterday?“
“There were definitely survivors, and I was introduced by name. I can’t stay here, probably not in the empire at all. I don’t think they know the name of the company, but Stanisk and I were wearing the company’s sigil, so it might not be long for them to work it out.” Grigory rubbed the bridge of his nose without taking off his glasses. “I guess we should start planning our exit immediately.”
In a rare show of emotion Aethlina smiled for a second, “We are leaving on a ship named the Widow’s Remorse, it’s provisioned for us and departs on the morning tide, in about nine hours. The captain agreed to wait until we were in open water to hear our destination. He and his crew also suffer from a rare medical condition where their memory fades entirely anytime they are given a bag of money. The ship can carry thirty-five passengers, so the guards can bring their families. I’ll describe the places I think we should go, after we are in open waters.”
Grigory was both very impressed and a touch alarmed. “Did you know what would happen at that meeting? Did you know what I was walking into?”
“No, I had mistakenly assumed you were on top of that, and took you on your word about them. The odds of them being what you expected were poor. I also had a detailed plan in case they kidnapped you.”
Stanisk burst out laughing, “Imagine if they kidnapped you, Boss! All trussed up like a rotisserie chicken! Hah! I guess I’ll get packed and meet back here to get everything organised! I’ll miss my townhouse, but I’ve had enough of living in Jagged Cove, it's loud and crowded.”
Stanisk stood up, and turned to leave, but paused mid stride. “Miss Aethlina, how big of an investigation do you reckon it’ll be? Reckon they could keep after us after we leave?”
“Likely.There are cases where the inquisition spent entire centuries on the trail of heretics and their descendents. Those heresies were vocally opposing an aspect of doctrine. This may be the first heresy in which a building-sized demon flung citizens into Cathedral Square. I assume yes, they will be interested in following up.”
“Alright, I’ve got an idea that might buy us some time. Grigory, are there any specific numbers that are significant to demons?”
“Um, not actually, but the older texts are filled with references to threes and eights I guess?” Grigory said with a shrug.
“Perfect!” Stanisks' smile strengthened and he turned to Aethlina. “Can you think of eight nobles, eight businessmen, and eight clergy the city would be better off without? Here, write 'em on this!” He slid her a notebook page when she nodded.
Grigory leaned forward,”I’m not sure what you are going for?”
“In the army, there was a famously clever bird that would trick soldiers, called a red heron. We are going to make a whole flock of ‘em!” Stanisk excitedly explained. “Oh, draw a demon circle on this page, doesn’t have to work or anything, like the one from the warehouse”
Grigory began his sketch. “I don’t think red heron is quite right, but I’m catching your drift.”
While they wrote, Stanisk went to the carved chest where all the imp totems for the workshop were stored, and invoked twenty four of them. Taking Aethlina’s list and Grigory’s sketch, he ordered each imp to sprint across town and use hellfire to scorch the circle into the street in front of the home of a specific name.
After the final imp bounded out of the building and was leaping along the rooflines Stanisk returned to his partners. “Now they’ll have too many leads! Hopefully folk see the imps and hellfire, that’ll be even better!”
“We can just outvoke them in an hour or so, that's easy enough. Great idea, Stanisk!” Grigory said cautiously, still thinking through the plan.
“If your big demon didn’t cause a public panic, I can’t imagine a better way to finish the job.” Aethlina replied.
Stanisk smiled and shrugged. “It wasn’t my good looks alone that kept me alive this long! I’ll send some runners to gather the lads and get this show on the road. Human runners I mean!”
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2023.06.02 20:53 Purtle [PIL] #959 6/2/2023
Purtle's Internet Lineup for June 2nd, 2023 2:54pm
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- me in sf6 https://twitter.com/SoundestOfBois/status/1664187522124075009
- So I bought a computer from goodwill for 10 dollars to see if I could revive it, and I did. It’s filled with HUNDREDS of written reviews for gay pornography. I can’t stop laughing [thread] https://twitter.com/CaseyJPod/status/1664311026458808320
- Law & Order: Boston https://twitter.com/Thomas_Carrieri/status/1664657759671926785
- To all my small content creator homies https://twitter.com/Win98Tech/status/1664234209244790787
- Barbie movie used so much pink paint it caused a shortage https://twitter.com/UltimaShadowX/status/1664595874163351553
- Crabmeat isn’t worth the hassle it takes to eat crab. https://twitter.com/theemare/status/1664311124718919680
- Street Fighter 6 Stuff
- A special message to the community from the voice of Luke https://twitter.com/StreetFightestatus/1664361451153408001
- Street Fighter 6 has just SMASHED the All-Time concurrent players of every Street Fighter, Mortal Kombat, or Tekken game on Steam https://twitter.com/BenjiSales/status/1664502543320334336
- it's zangiefs birthday https://twitter.com/StreetFightestatus/1664286308955738114
- First hit on Marisa is free. (: https://twitter.com/lastrewards/status/1664370962345730050
- chun li taunt does a hit https://twitter.com/ryo_redcyclone/status/1664566524550729728
- Graphic Settings you NEED to fix that the game doesn't tell you about. Start SF6's launch on a good note. https://twitter.com/GhostFrom3S/status/1664010423459274753
- Potato Mod v0.1 is done. Links and instructions on comments https://old.reddit.com/Kappachino/comments/13y7z3k/potato_brethrens_potato_mod_v01_is_done_links_and/
- Marisa just outright told me she'd rather fight completely naked if she could, this is the fucking woman of the year hands down. https://twitter.com/UltimaShadowX/status/1664390985080504322
- nsfw Classic Cammy All Colors Presented by Chipotle and Kotaku https://old.reddit.com/Kappachino/comments/13yc9b2/classic_cammy_all_colors_presented_by_chipotle/
- pink cammy outfit backside https://i.imgur.com/axcK62h.jpg
- more cammy plot. people are going crazy for it lmao https://i.redd.it/lt9gfriz7f3b1.jpg
- they have ripped the model https://old.reddit.com/Kappachino/comments/13y80g3/ssj3_cammy_booty/
- Juri game ovecontinue in arcade mode https://twitter.com/mememenome/status/1664356507230830592
- Li-Fen and Chun-Li https://twitter.com/ssshuckle/status/1664380416231342084
- Street Fighter 6 - All Game Over Animations [6:44] https://youtu.be/KSj48BZ0cWY
- Combos/setups/tech
- Characters with free throwloops in the corner [2min] https://twitter.com/corybellFGC/status/1664309352818442241
- manon v marisa combo https://twitter.com/tkintheglobe/status/1664333352797876224
- You wanna know what happens if you wake up DP vs Marissa? https://twitter.com/Bigbird_fgc/status/1664380179899203586
- honda - I can chip kill from 20% in the corner with one bar, haven't tried to improve this at all because it's a fantasy scenario, but can anyone do better? This is all real if the opponent has no super, no gap is large enough to be challenged :] https://twitter.com/popnquinbee/status/1664390737704935424
- Air Blanka Ball is CRAZY https://twitter.com/HiFightTH/status/1664428187735166976
- JP corner combo https://twitter.com/BESAME_GEN/status/1664335451082330112
- ehonda combo https://twitter.com/Alioune85/status/1664356676856692738
- lily combo https://twitter.com/tkintheglobe/status/1664292802086453249
- jp combo/setup https://twitter.com/kevinsparkz/status/1664412867402301442
- marisa combo https://twitter.com/TENGOKU_HERO/status/1664347600756285440
- Corner Dhalsim setup with Yoga Arc after OD Yoga Fire. Without dash you are +24 after Arc connects https://twitter.com/Narath_FGC/status/1664362979947868160
- anti blanka setup https://twitter.com/Noble_Cathedral/status/1664430026685829120
- cammy combo/setup https://twitter.com/kevinsparkz/status/1664413675988615168
- honda looking scary https://twitter.com/Mr_MadGeastatus/1664277247212294145
- Alioune cammy combo/setup https://twitter.com/Alioune85/status/1664368843362385922
- blanka setup https://twitter.com/lllmokelll/status/1664373842670936064
- blanka combo https://twitter.com/lllmokelll/status/1664350330404962304
- Dee Jay EX fireball corner combo. https://twitter.com/GriffyBones/status/1664365995212046336
- manon v marisa combo/setup https://twitter.com/masat0226/status/1664316890179842048
- blanka combo/setup https://twitter.com/hirasyain77/status/1664344414255468545
- holy manon grapple damage https://twitter.com/AndyLO2_/status/1664443784262811648
- Zangief reversal punish in the corner. Idk if this is optimal but I like how it looks. https://twitter.com/AngelFreak_/status/1664430881866670082
- manon anti fireball combo https://twitter.com/teamspooky/status/1664462791812739073
- another manon anti fireball combo https://twitter.com/Mibeadostatus/1664394001947181056
- JP can safe jump to instant-overhead fuzzy. https://twitter.com/DiNyc3st/status/1664515035064934400
- MAX Marisa combo https://twitter.com/FrostXCVI/status/1664447134182129665
- JP - you want to be +52-55 on oki if you want throw to beat their 4 frame while setting up 214P. 214PP is only 10 frames less so you would need +42-45 for that. https://twitter.com/ShowYouCanSYC/status/1664490564845453312
- JP sequence https://twitter.com/greed4453/status/1664419150511603712
- sonicfox two touch with jp https://twitter.com/SonicFox/status/1664522022083493894
- DJ optimal corner combo https://twitter.com/findyourtechgg/status/1664326396313829376
- DJ hadouken punish https://twitter.com/_elvss/status/1664416769530908673
- DJ side switch https://twitter.com/wideawakeanimal/status/1664601445004455936
- DJ Full punish anywhere on screen with Deejay that does 5.2K+ with 2 bars and full drive gauge, probably not the best combo but a start at least https://twitter.com/TaliosDrakei/status/1664606885411188738
- A simple but painful Zangief DP punish! Maybe someone can squeeze a little more juice out of this https://twitter.com/Jaadooski/status/1664575063385858058
- Dhalsim sequence https://twitter.com/MistahCrimson/status/1664558835820789761
- Blanka sequence https://twitter.com/TqkatenMAY_chan/status/1664344131865575424
- more blanka https://twitter.com/TqkatenMAY_chan/status/1664491585025998848
- JP sequence https://twitter.com/kevinsparkz/status/1664648072125730816
- JP setup + sequence https://twitter.com/KIT_KUN_JP/status/1664491833446240257
- how to win with blanka day 1 https://twitter.com/HiFightTH/status/1664653935360000001
- JP command throw setup. Beats 4F normal and tested against throw also. https://twitter.com/NoMoreMrIceGuy_/status/1664659698627354624
- Biting heads and cashing checks - Blanka https://twitter.com/EvenMoTempest/status/1664655257123844096
- GGs shake my hand - JP https://twitter.com/HUEBERT47/status/1664540278861058048
- cammy mixup https://twitter.com/pero0126/status/1664622578462498816
- JP corner stuff https://twitter.com/greed4453/status/1664374243772219393
- Pokemon news
- They’re just posting DVD extras on YouTube now, for free LOL https://twitter.com/DogasusBackpack/status/1664586423067082753
- what type of gym leader are you quiz https://uquiz.com/quiz/r0lGkB/what-type-gym-leader-are-you
- Diablo 4 opens chat by mouse click mid fight - Streamer doesn't realise https://clips.twitch.tv/GiftedMoistSquirrelNotATK-sL5KAhDUDRM4mY6d
- Primitive Technology: New Brick Kiln Design [13min] https://youtu.be/7SH4irC_xMs
- SF6: Ryu Combo Video - desk [3:48] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vMKs1PyQg6k
- The US Air Force tested an AI enabled drone that was tasked to destroy specific targets. A human operator had the power to override the drone—and so the drone decided that the human operator was an obstacle to its mission—and attacked him. https://twitter.com/ArmandDoma/status/1664331870564147200
- The almost thouht to be canceled game is coming out - Everybody 1-2-Switch! just got stealth announced on US eShop. $29.99, out June 30th https://twitter.com/Wario64/status/1664438318682230784
- you know it has to be bad if it comes out on eshop and at $30.
- this was a game that apparently playtested horribly
- rumor froma year ago https://twitter.com/tylermcbride/status/1664440576396210187
- League of Legends players have launched the first-ever strike in pro esports. The professional video gamers are standing up to developer Riot Games, which scrapped a rule that supported up-and-coming talent and is threatening the jobs of dozens of players and coaches. Thread https://twitter.com/MorePerfectUS/status/1664361584569753601
- For anyone who runs a Kaillera server, I just released a brand new server (EmuLinker-K) that I've been working on for almost 2 years. Please give it a try and let me know if you find bugs or have feature requests. https://twitter.com/6kRt62r2zvKp5Rh/status/1664642776326184962
- Fidelity cuts Reddit valuation by 41% https://old.reddit.com/technology/comments/13xumjl/fidelity_cuts_reddit_valuation_by_41/
- ‘Fidelity also slashed the value of its Twitter stake, it disclosed in the filing, valuing Elon Musk’s firm at about $15 billion.’
2023.06.02 20:52 gisymb7 almost half way through!
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2023.06.02 20:52 Turnover_Quick From an interview published in August of 2022. Interesting...
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2023.06.02 20:46 Acceptable_Ad_7137 Kitten collar with bell
So pretty much what the title says i have a 2.5 month old kitten (indoor) and i bought a collar and a small bell , tried to put in on him and he was trying to bite the collar of and got the collar stuck in his mouth i took it out but my question is how tight should it be or should i put it for some minutes every day until he gets used to it?
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