I don’t qualify for a PD, so I have been trying to find a good private attorney. I’ve done consultations and looked over reviews but it’s hard to decide on one. For those of you who have hired a private attorney, what was your tactic with this?
There’s one attorney who has glowing reviews on all platforms but the consultation was not with an attorney (some other staff member). It seemed more like a advertisement and I actually was given no concrete advice on my case. I’m trying to give this law office the benefit of the doubt since it wasn’t an attorney but I think I’m jaded because they really have no bad reviews (I’m aware these could be fake). The owner of the firm also previously worked as a DA.
So I guess I want to know how heavily did you rely on the reviews/ background of the attorneys versus who seemed more genuine/caring during the consultation?

I'm at a loss. I've tried several different ways and I can't seem to get the broadcast to broadcast a message just once. This is for a solitaire game, so the broadcastToAll feature should work sufficiently to message the player. But it wants to send the same message 3 times.
The first part of this works well, but it may be causing the problem for the 2nd part, so I am including the entire code. The idea is that when a card enters a zone the zone will first broadcast a token that is there and destroy the token. Then it checks the card to determine if it is a special type of card (this card contains a picture of a dump truck). If so, the zone should broadcast an icon on the board itself.
Thanks for having a look.
function onLoad()
Zone1 = getObjectFromGUID('230669')
end

function onObjectEnterZone(zone, enter_object)
if zone == Zone1 and enter_object.type == "Card" then
for _, obj in ipairs(Zone1.getObjects()) do
if obj.hasTag("ConcreteOne") then
Concrete = "Increase your concrete die by 1."
broadcastToAll(Concrete)
elseif obj.hasTag("BrickOne") then
Brick = "Increase your brick die by 1."
broadcastToAll(Brick)
elseif obj.hasTag("GlassOne") then
Glass = "Increase your glass die by 1."
broadcastToAll(Glass)
elseif obj.hasTag("MoneyOne") then
Money = "Increase your money die by 1."
broadcastToAll(Money)
end
Wait.frames(Destroy, 5)
end
end
end

function Destroy()
for _, obj in ipairs(Zone1.getObjects()) do
if obj.hasTag("Disc") then
obj.destroy()
end
end
Wait.frames(Dumptruck, 5)
end

function Dumptruck()
for _, obj in ipairs(Zone1.getObjects()) do
if obj.hasTag("Dumptruck") then
Money = "Increase your money die by 1."
broadcastToAll(Money)
end
end
end

Upon watching the series again, I'm wondering if the Super Lab construction would be possible in real life. Though Werner addresses most things, they kind of skip over how it was actually done. Like how did they dig all of the dirt out? It seems they were just working underneath the giant washing machine which is a small area relatively, not enough room to get an excavator into. Did they hand dig it out? The hundreds of truck loads Werner talked about surely would have raised flags a construction project was going on. And once they relieved the support the dirt was providing to presumably the concrete floor, how did the floor not collapse with the weight of the washing machines, let alone the weight of the concrete? And there was a construction vehicle down there after it was all dug out. How'd they get that down there? Also, it's odd they went through pains to hide the location but the Germans know they're in Albuquerque, and every day the Germans arrive at the site with Brillante Lavanderia signs everywhere.

Hi, a little background about me. I've always tinkered with just about everything I've owned. I've doing small electronics soldering and rewiring since I was In highschool (I'm 26 now). I've bounced around different labor jobs my whole life for years. But the last 5 years I've been primarily a CDL class B driver. Whether road reconstruction with concrete. Or route delivery jobs. I've wanted to become an electrician for years now. I have a buddy in Texas who just got his journeyman. I've seen his whole journey. From from his snips blowing up in his hands when he first started to him getting his journeyman. I just want to start my apprenticeship, but don't know where to start. I've always enjoyed jobs with working with tools, and I've worked in all extreme climates. I'm not scared of heights either(I've been a bucket truck before lol). I just need a since of direction. Any help would be extremely appreciated.

Hey everyone, I'm here as a small time plumber working for myself and I was on next-door looking for leads and networking and I came across this post where this little old lady had said this "big name plumbing company" charged her 6100 to replace 6'of 2 In pipe going to her laundry. Well the next she goes down there and there is water everywhere. Any time she uses her kitchen. So long story short I had my father in law come out and camera the kitchen line and locate it. And it was right next to where they had worked. So I chip up the new concrete they put down (which was only an inch and half think). I discover a glove In the kitchen sink line and basically they never reconnected that line. So now I have to redo what they did and put a wye in there and cut more concrete on the other side of the wall to get a clean cut on the kitchen line. Can and is it hard to get them to pay for the additional work. I mean 6100 is an absolute scam. And this company is notorious for over charging people. So I'm doing all this cause I feel bad for the lady because she said they wanted another 5500 to fix the other line which come to find out they just abandoned. So do you think we can have them pay back the 6100 to the home owner plus any additional cost it take to fix the line they abandoned? I'd like to take a fair and reasonable pay to fix all of this and give the homeowners the remaining back to them. He is a disabled war vet and they don't need to be taken advantage of. Tha KS for any advice on how to approach this company and getting them to pay!

Hey everyone, I just had another call with Reddit and wanted to share what I've heard, even though I haven't made any concrete decisions yet on how to proceed. (Previous update here)

They confirmed to me the new cost of 3rd party apps accessing the site, which is exactly what the Apollo dev revealed -- for every 50 million requests they want $12,000.
They won't be making exceptions for free apps.
The Apollo dev (iamthatis) estimated that the new pricing would cost him $20m per year. I raised this with Reddit -- they said that his calculations were "totally wrong", but they were unable to discuss why. Given that the Apollo dev literally just multiplied the cost by the number of requests, I have trouble seeing how this could be wrong.
I did some back-of-envelope calculations, and the equivalent cost for RedReader could be something like $1 million per year. Since I don't track users it's hard to get an exact figure.
Most of the conversation focused on the ridiculously high cost. They said that they didn't think the costs were high, but were in fact "on parity" with the rest of the non-third-party-app userbase. This contadicts the public calculations by the Apollo dev, who estimates that they are charging more than 20x an optimistic estimate of their typical per-user revenue.
I raised the question of why paid API users will be unable to access NSFW content, whereas other users will have access to all content, meaning that those paying the most for access will be treated as second class citizens. They said that they were unable to discuss the reasons for this.
They reiterated that their goal "isn't to kill 3rd party apps" -- in fact, they said they were "confused" by claims that they want to do that, and that if they wanted to kill off those apps, there would be "literally nothing stopping them" just doing it directly. I pointed out that regardless of what their motives are, the end result is the same -- the apps will be killed off.
- Also, I have previously pointed out their dependence on the community doing free work for them (creating and moderating content), and how the users who contribute in that way are the ones most likely to be using 3rd party apps. I don't get the impression that this bothers them -- it all seems to come down to revenue.
I've raised the point of accessibility with them, as I've heard from many blind users that use RedReader due to how it's optimised for screen readers (thanks in part to the excellent work by codeofdusk and other contributors). I'm waiting to hear back from them about this.

It's difficult to imagine any sustainable, official path forward with Reddit as a result of these changes, and personally I'm not at all inclined to invest any more of my time in their platform, or drive any more traffic to it.
Right now I'm considering the possibility of modifying the app to connect to a Reddit alternative such as Lemmy or Mastodon. There would be something very satisfying about some of the bigger Reddit apps driving their userbase to alternative sites too, and if this helped one of those platforms gain traction then that would be a step in the right direction.
Just a quick note on some of the other possibilities:

Charge a subscription to use RedReader: I have been considering this as a possibility, however due to the incredibly high pricing, and the fact that only the most dedicated (and costly) users with the highest usage would sign up, I think this would quickly become unsustainable.
Everyone uses their own personal developer key: It's too early to know whether this will be a realistic option. From what I've seen, Reddit may be turning developer signups into a manual process where each user would need to message them and get approval. Also it's likely they'd crack down on this if they knew it was happening.
Scrape the website rather than use the API: This is possible and there's plenty of legal precedent that it would be fine, however it's an extremely high-maintenance approach that means we'll forever be playing a cat-and-mouse game with Reddit. I suspect that even if I don't go down this route, someone else will eventually fork the app and do it anyway!

I haven't made any concrete decisions yet, but I'll keep you all updated. I read every message on the previous thread, and really appreciate all the support and feedback.

35M, 5' 11", 185lbs, caucasian. Wife is 38F, 5'7", 135lbs.
both athletic, non-smokers, no drugs, alcohol rarely. very healthful diets, good sleep, general focus on physical and mental health as our foundation.
I was previously on omeprazole 20mg/daily for GERD for more than a year (unusual, I know) but just discontinued because of this issue. Also on anastrazole 1mg/week and clomid 25mg/48 hours for hypogonadism. Wife does not take any medications.
This time last year I had very bad different stomach issue that included near-constant diarrhea and landed me in the ER with a vague diagnosis of nonspecific colitis caused likely by a stomach virus (a family member who is a provider later said it sounded like C. Dificile, which apparently is common in patients on PPI's, but I never got a concrete diagnosis). Endoscopy a few months later showed minor irritation in esophagus, small intestine, duodenum, but nothing significant, and biopsies came back negative for whatever they were taken for.
I was out of town on a work trip for April and May. It was stressful and required almost daily travel, and I got behind on sleep. About 5 weeks ago, end of April, I started experiencing GI symptoms. No diarrhea, but my stool looked unusually light in color, like pale yellow-tan, and I seemed to be having several small bowel movements throughout the day instead of one larger one. At the same time, I was experiencing such extreme bloating that I felt I had trouble breathing,. Also a constant feeling of fullness, a feeling of only being able to eat small meals, a great deal of fatigue, abdominal distension, and near constant burping. I also noticed the feeling that I was hunching, but could've just been from fatigue. Maximum daily recommended intake of GasX helped, as did Pepto. Pepto turned my stool black and gave me a sulfurous taste in my mouth/black tongue.
While still on the road, I did a telemed with my GI doctor, who initially told me to double my omeprazole dose, which made me feel worse, so I discontinued completely. After 3 weeks of dealing with this, I wasted 8 hours in the ER only to be told by a PA that "your bloodwork looks fine, you probably just have a gut flora imbalance" and sent home with a prescription for Bentyl, which seemed to have no effect whatsoever, or if anything, made it a little worse. I continued to take GasX everyday and switched to a low-fodmap diet, which seemed to diminish severity of symptoms by ~50%, and on some days more like 75%.
When I checked back in with my GI, she sent me a SIBO test kit which I am waiting until this week to take (it requires abstinence from certain medicines for 2 weeks before). In the meantime my symptoms persist somewhat despite eating extremely low fodmap (almost exclusively chicken, rice, potatoes, eggs, salad greens). Drinking or not drinking coffee seems to make no difference. SIBO seems to line up with my symptoms, however 5 days after having returned home to my wife, she also is beginning to have symptoms of bloating, burping, increased number of bowel movements, etc. which is confusing as I had read that SIBO is non-communicable.
Any thoughts? It may or may not be relevant that I was traveling in close quarters with a group of people who had dogs, and at various points during the trip, the dogs also became sick, having diarrhea, etc. Growing up around dogs my initial worry was that perhaps they'd had giardia and I'd caught it from them, but given my lack of diarrhea I doubt it.

Selling scents that did not work for me. My home is smoke-free and dog-friendly. Full bottles and samples have only been sniffed or tested on clean skin 1–2x.
I use PayPal G & S. Shipping is $5 in the U.S. (will need to quote for elsewhere), and I will ship Thursday or Friday. Minimum of $10, please. Thank you for looking!
Samples
Alkemia (all dabber samples) $3 each or all for $10
1) Dusk in Autumn (amberwood, lapsang souchong tea, salted cream caramel, spiced teacakes)
2) Femme Sauvage (wild blackberries, sensual musk, dark patchouli, warm ambers)
3) Prairie 66 (linden blossoms, citrus, aldehydes, flowering sage, concrete)
4) Scented Verses: Miel (golden honey with a light beeswax background)
Arcana Craves/Wildcraft (all dabber samples) - $3 each or all for $7
1) Blue Amber (single note)
2) Queen Mab (orange blossoms with marshmallow pillows, narcotic petitgrain, creamy coconut milk, wild harvested bitter orange, Tahitian vanilla, and feathery ylang ylang petals)
3) Tess (rustic violets, fresh cream, amber, vanilla bean, and soft, milky musk)
BPAL (all dabber samples) - $3 each or all for $22
1) Bloodlust (dragon’s blood essence, heavy red musk, Indonesian patchouli and swarthy vetiver with a drop of cinnamon)
2) La Petite Mort (I have 2; the scent of warm, damp skin flushed with the glow of passion, touched by the luxuriant potency of ylang ylang and myrrh)
3) New Orleans (reminiscent of hothouse blooms on a humid night, ripe, but touched with decay. Sweet honeysuckle and jasmine with a hint of lemon and spice)
4) The Forest Reverie (a sunlit ancient forest, dotted with wild roses, grape vine, and queenly lilies, clothed in swirls of opium smoke)
5) The Isles of Demons (wet, dark greenery, carnivorous flowers, volcanic gas, and the hot black musk of the demons and wild beasts that populated the islands)
6) The Red Queen (deep mahogany and rich, velvety woods lacquered with sweet, black-red cherries and currant)
7) Two, Five & Seven (a huge bouquet of squished rose petals: Bulgarian rose, Somalian rose, Turkish rose, Damascus rose, red and white rose, tea rose, wine rose, shrub roses, rose, rose, rose…and just an itty bitty bit of green grass)
8) Urd (muscadine, black and red patchouli, cereus and nag champa)
Wild Veil – take all for $50+
Liquid 1 mL samples - $8
1) Amber Flood (sorcerer's amber hunk: black gold from beginning to end. Labdanum orb, labdanum ring, labdanum liquid. Booze, resin, amber crystals, smoke, balsam, gold wood)
2) Cancer (mood of saline grasses winking against a black iris ocean. Oceanic, herbaceous, grassy, powdery)
3) Grey (pine pitch, firmament resin, and Siberian musk)
4) Laudanum (opulent black wax, soma euphoria)
5) Taurus Moon (cardamom, wild clove bud, black pepper, aged Himalayan cedar wood, Siberian deer musk tonquin, civet)
Solid and absolute 1 mL samples - $8
1) Arborvitae absolute (single note) – a thick and sticky absolute
2) Conifer fixative solid (single note) – a beeswax-based solid perfume
Full bottles
Arcana Craves/Wildcraft
Fir Balsam Absolute (5 mL splash bottle; single note) - $15
Herne (5 mL splash bottle; cassia cinnamon, Atlas cedarwood, fir needle oil, and a whiff of Herne's holy oak tree) - $18

Board games for trade. Would trade locally or nationally. Located in Baltimore, MD 21201. Highly motivated to move these. Everything is in excellent condition unless said otherwise:
1861: Railways of the Russian Empire & 1867: Railways of Canada (Opened but unplayed)
1960: The Making of the President (GMT Edition)
The 7th Continent w/ Swamp of Madness, Forbidden Sanctuary, The Icy Maze, and What Goes Up, Must Come Down (unplayed)
Architects of the West Kingdom
Axis & Allies 1941
Axis & Allies Pacific 1940
Azul Summer Pavilion w/ Glazed Pavilion (all in base box)
Baseball Highlights: 2045 w/ Coaches, Cyborg Pitchers, Naturals & Magna Glove, Rally Cap, and Robot Hitters expansions (all in same box)
Blume
Campaign Manager 2008
The Captain is Dead
Carthage
ClipCut Parks (unplayed)
Container: 10th Anniversary Jumbo Edition!
Dinosaur Island (X-treme Edition)
Dinosaur Island: Totally Liquid (w/ unbuilt Broken Token insert)
Disney Villainous w/ Evil Comes Prepared and Wicked to the Core (all in base box)
Dogs (KS edition)
Dokmus and Dokums: Return of Erefel (Both housed in base box)
Fleet
Fog of Love w/ It Will Never Last, Paranormal Romance, and Trouble with the In-Laws
Go (9x9 board with white and black stones)
La Granja: No Siesta
Lanterns Dice: Lights in the Sky (comes with an additional pad; possible promo/expansion?)
Lawyer Up w/ Godfather and Witch Trial expansions (unplayed)
Lucidity: Six-Sided Nightmares
Imperial (minor wear on box)
Kraftwagen
The Manhattan Project 2: Minutes to Midnight
Marvel United w/ Dr. Strange (NIS)
Mint Delivery
Mint Works
Mission Red Planet (2nd Edition)
Monopoly: Franklin Mint Collector's Edition (Has some fading on the felt due to sun damage. Many components/cards/money still in shrink)
Newton
The Pursuit of Happiness (Box is damaged badly [ding and dent sale] but components are great. Crushed corners and caved in bottom)
Renature
Ride the Rails
Saloon Tycoon w/ Boomtown, Dead or Alive, and The Ranch expansions (All stored in base box, general wear from age)
Scotland Yard
SeaFall (Opened but never played)
Shark (Slight wear on box due to age)
Sidereal Confluence (newer edition)
So, You've Been Eaten (KS edition)
SpaceCorp: 2025-2300AD
SpaceCorp: Ventures
Stop the Train! (Unplayed)
Tail Feathers (Some figures have been painted; can provide pics if interested)
Tiny Epic Tactics
Tiny Epic Western
The Thing: Infection at Outpost 31
Under Falling Skies (Opened but unplayed)
Whistle Stop
Who Goes There? (1st Edition)
The Monopoly set will more than likely have to be a local deal. I just haven't been able to find a box that would fit it.
Here is my want list. I am most interested in the following (and can even out value with $$$ if necessary):
The Cost
Bus
Crokinole board
Heat: Pedal to the Metal
Obsession 2nd Edition
Great Western Trail 2nd Edition
Tumblin' Dice 4th Edition
Monikers expansions (More Monikers & Serious Nonsense)
Western Legends: Blood Money
Sheriff of Nottingham promos and Merry Men expansion (first edition)
Kids Games
CoraQuest
Giro Galoppo
Loopin Louie (or an offshoot)
Monza Anniversary Edition
Ticket to Ride Ghost Train
Let me know if you have any questions!

Christopher Smith, the Peacemaker

"This is my job and I'm damned good at it. If I wasn't, I wouldn't be here risking my life and the lives of all the innocent prey! I'm Peacemaker... And I'll kill to keep the peace!"

The son of Austrian industrialist Wolfgang Schmidy and American author Elizabeth Lewis, Christopher watched his father commit suicide when he was five years old after his father's secret past was revealed: he had commanded a Nazi concentration camp in Poland during World War II. Witnessing his father's suicide left Christopher traumatized, rebellious, and aggressive. He began to see visions of his father in an SS uniform, urging him to hone his mind and body to be worthy of his legacy. When he turned 18, Smith enlisted in the army and fought in the Vietnam War. After massacring a village of innocent people, Smith was court-martialed and sentenced to 20 years to life in prison. He was granted parole by the government on the condition that he joined a secret, elite counterterrorism unit called Project: Peacemaker. And so Smith became the Peacemaker, a government agent who loves peace so much that he's willing to kill for it, just as often operating outside of government oversight as within it. Though he apparently died at the hands of Eclipso, Peacemaker reemerged years later, seemingly having overcome his mental issues, and began mentoring young superhero Jaime Reyes, the Blue Beetle.
Source Key:
Vigilante (1983) Issue # = VG#
Peacemaker (1988) Issue # = PM#
Checkmate (1988) Issue # = CM#
Suicide Squad (1987) Issue # = SS#
Showcase '93 (1993) Issue # = SC#
Eclipso (1992) Issue # = EP#
Blue Beetle (2006) Issue # = BB#
Booster Gold (2007) Issue # = BG#
Handbook Entry: Who's Who: Update '87

Physicals

Strength

Striking

Lifting/Throwing

Other

Durability

Blunt

Other

Speed/Agility

Reaction/Dodging

Dodges machine gun fire^VG38
- Again^PM1
Turns to see an RPG headed for him and activates his helmet's defense before it can hit him^PM3
Dodges an RPG^PM3
Dodges a missile^CM25
Dodges a blast from mind-controlled Blue Beetle^BG29
Dodges a blast from Major Force^SS28
Dodges a blast from a super-powered man^BB29
Dodges Vigilante leaping at him^VG38
Bats aside Valentina Vostok leaping at him^VG42

Movement/Agility

Skill/Misc

Marksmanship/Gunfighting

Hand-to-Hand Combat

Stealth

Linguistics

General

Gear

Helmet

Ultrasonic Waves

Electronic Interfacing

Misc

Firearms

Vehicles

Helicopter

Has heat seeking missiles^EP12
Blows up boats with missiles^PM1
Blows up a warehouse with missiles^CM17
Blows up fighter jets with missiles^EP13
Blows open Belle Reve's gates with missiles^SS29
Blows up a truck with missiles^CM32
Kills some terrorists with machine guns and missiles^PM1
Kills soldiers in power armor with machine guns^CM32
Shreds a supervillain with machine guns^PM4
Mows down swaths of terrorists^PM4
Tears up a house with machine guns^SS27
Has radar^PM4
Performs an infrared recon scan^CM33

Other

Misc

Wears a jetpack^PM4
- Tackles a supervillain through a wall^PM4
- Smashes through the front window of a helicopter^SS29
Has a computer system in his secret lair^VG41
- Automatically scans news reports^PM1
Has a secret armory in his office^CM22
Places a bug on a man^CM24

Respect Threads for scaling:

I work in OP and recently moved to KCMO. I am trying to have my employer withhold my 1% earnings tax from my paychecks. They told me since I live in MO and they are located in OP, they cannot withhold the 1% tax. Is this correct?

it been a month (sorry but am even more poor now so i cant buy anything, i still have a few but i have to space it out)
am i sitting here at 10 pm (i write the review in multiple days sometimes lol) making a review because i have to declutter my cloths and am TERRIFIED, yes absolutely is it wort it yes
it a few days later and now am watching the fast and the furious am at the 8 right now, ill probably be done by tomorrow, it a fun marathon, right now the best one is the first, but like as a kid my fav was always the 3 one, guess when we grow up our taste grow up too lol
what's a duet: it a concept created by osmofolia (am pretty sure as i never seen it before) where a perfume is made by 2 perfume, so lets say you have exquisite corps that's the perfume you buy, when you receive it you gonna have 2 bottle, vanilla milk and smoked lavender musk, when you layer them on your skin, they become exquisite corps! but the fun part is that you have 3 perfume, and the 2 bottle you get are amazing layering notes (as it their hole purpose) so you can add them to any perfume you want
LIKES: tea, patchouli, tart fruits, close to skin smell, greens (grass, moss, leaf's of all sort (tomato leaf yum)), atmospheric/realistic, citrus, frankincense, cedar, most fruits actually, soil, roses, lavender, salt, sage, cannabis, rosemary, cozy gourmand, marshmallow, smoke, cinnamon actually most spice, pine/fir, violet leaf/violet, i like stuff that feel wet (fog, ocean, rain), ambergris
DISLIKES: ozone, aldehyde, oud, sandalwood, cinnamon leaf, big silage, white floral, especially tuberose and gardenias, but also just florals in general, alcoholics, vetiver, perfumy perfume, most milk, tar, when company say “for woman” or “for man”
HATE OR LOVE no in between: Hay, jasmine, incense, pink pepper, fancy woods, most resins, iris/orris, petrichor
to your attention: this is not really a critique, but it still normal i don't gush over everything, am talking about my taste not trying to sell you anything, i like all the company i talk about and if i don't i will say it. i am a bitch but don't let your feeling get hurt over a little dumb post please ;) love yall lets do this

HONEY DUST you mean pollen right?
notes: pollen, hay, honey, beeswax, powdered sugar
though: so on the bottle there the name of the duet (what a spellcaster leaves behind) and a number not the name of the note, and when i got them i was too lazy to look it up to make sure i wrote the right name so i just did it by memory, so now on my bottle it written "pollen" lol. i do think it perfect for this perfume it super dusty to the point were if you have pollen allergy i would tell you to stay away from this, it also gives me the same harshness grass perfume give me sometime but it not at all green wish is kinda weird too maybe the hay? idk but it welcome, this perfume is the mix of comforting sweater and seasonal allergy, weird but i love that in a perfume
color: golden yellow dust of pollen in a gold ornate jar sitting on a red tinted wood table
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ANTIQUE BOOK if vanilla ice cream and white wood had a child
notes: paper, leather, glue, old book, cedar, vanilla, cetalox
though: every single book fragrance is either super chemical or super woody marshmallow there just no in-between and this is a woody marshmallow that dry down to a sandalwood-y thingy, i don't hate it but i do think it better as a addition to another perfume then by it own. but on it own i think it perfect for the book ladies that are a little (a bit) more conservative then me (and always ladies in a non gendered way lolll i just have a booktok person in mind and shes a woman, but it not a woman perfume none are)
color: a hard cover book with no letter printed on any of the page (your gonna say, oh a drawing pad, nah, a small hard cover where they just made a mistake on the print and there nothing) and also you know the wood you can find around lake and the sea, it super white and soft, that but in a 2x4

WHAT A SPELLCASTER LEAVES BEHIND cream pollen
notes: pollen, hay, honey, beeswax, powdered sugar, paper, leather, glue, old book, cedar, vanilla, cetalox
though: this is interesting the antique book note almost lost itself in the honey dust, but then you smell honey dust on it own again and your like ok i see it much more chill on the dusty-ness, i get it i get it, it also a perfect on the name i love it! what a spellcaster leaves behinds it so descriptive and cute and definetly perfect for the perfume, you can imagine the scene, a big dusty book closing, the dust particule going everywhere, someone closing a candle and then a door.
color: a huge dusty, very dusty book, with gold corner and yellowing pages
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VANILLA MILK sweet brown milk (smell better then it sounds)
notes: cream, caramel , heliotrope, vanilla, milk, musk
though: that's not for me, for sure, i mean to be fair my skin don't work with anything milk, my only love is milk shaka from Damask Haus, to me this is sickly sweet, but i don't think most would think that, if you like a milk caramel this is for you for sure, this is concerning because of the realism, i mean it smell like warm milk, and the thick light brown caramel that looks like melted plastic but actually taste pretty good, just very artificial, witch is weird cuz caramel sauce is so easy to make and i don't get why restaurant and ice cream shop don't make it themselves it like 3 ingredient, butter, sugar and cream, (brown sugar if you want butterscotch) but anyway you also have a bit of a floral note but it just adds to the warm milk, really interesting i see this being very popular with the gourmand people
color: a room temperature glass of milk forgotten on a oval shaped table, you know the big ones in wood, with a super big feet underneath, they always have some middle piece of broderie made by some grand mother and and a flower pot full of fresh flower (white heliotrope this time) on the other side of the table there a caramel cream pie
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SMOKED LAVENDER MUSK gay fur
notes: lavender, smoke, oakmoss, musk
though: lavender smoke is a pretty common mix, i don't particularly care for but i love this, it fun it sexy and the lavender pretty realistic. if you know a bit about queer history, lavender been a symbol of gay-ness (lol) since the end of the 19th century, and idk if it since i know this fact that i believe all lavender perfume are gay, well this not the exception (i really don't think there one, it like violet) idk know why exactly but this perfume is just very queer to me, only downside, cuz it really smell good, it that it doesn't last super long contrary to vanilla milk that's super persistent
color: light purple fur coat, and a black leather cat suit with cowboy boots and a big chunky belt, but truly it just a smoke lavender love

EXQUISITE CORPS They are cold like porcelain
notes: lavender, smoke, oakmoss, musk, cream, caramel , heliotrope, vanilla, milk, musk
though: you know i bitch a lot about name accuracy but this is spot on, does it smell like a crops, i mean no, not that i know of (and idk every dead i seen was in dust form not corps form) but it has this cold creaminess mix with the floral it just exactly the name. this is amazing if you put just a little bit of the vanilla milk (my opinion, but don't you think this concept is amazing for that you can dose your 2 perfume to make exactly the combi you prefer) i just think it better when it the smoky floral that take the lead it more mortuary less floral caramel
color: cold, soft but lifeless skin. resting on a pile of white and purple flower, white coffin, 2 small marble column on each side to witch rest on top flower pot. people crying
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7/11 STEAMED MATCHA LATTE a dammed good matcha latte
notes: steam, matcha, warm milk, green tea, cream
though: this is the best of them all, by far, on it own, it just so perfect, the matcha super realistic, it super creamy it has this amazing grass quality and i just sweet enough, as a tea note lover THIS, IS perfect. i were it the most out of the 6 and any combination of the 6. oh last thing it kinda also smell like white chocolate just so you know but there literally nothing else i can say to this perfume it a perfection in simplicity
color: white chocolate and matcha ganache, i kinda want to make a matcha latte recipe but it would be too long cuz there way to many step to make a fancy matcha latte, you'll have to imagine it lol
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COLD RAIN ON PAVEMENT perfectionism
notes: cold air, humid air, puddles, rain, concrete, tar
though: i hate ozone/aldehydes, but objectifly this one is not too bad, osmofolia has a goesmin single note that is actually realistic rain this one is not (to me) but it still adjacent, it wet, bright, soapy and and a bit floral, i mean ofc i wont like a perfume that give me a headache, but that's not the perfume fault right like, i know this perfume is beautiful, it gives me Ghibli rain scene, like in Arrietty, Totoro or Kiki the Little Witch, it rain but in a very aesthetically pleasing way, am doing a fast and furious marraton but after i feel like watching all the ghibli movie
color: walking next to a flower shop after the rain, a little brightness in the thick of the concrete jungle

ON THE CORNER OF JINHU ROAD too pretty
notes: steam, matcha, warm milk, green tea, cream, cold air, humid air, puddles, rain, concrete, tar
though: every one that read my reviews know 2 thing for sure about me, i hate ozone/aldehydes like we seen right before and i have weird references, well weirdly i don't hate this, i mean not on me it would still give me a head ache like ozone/aldehydes always do but it pleasant, i think it the creaminess, it kinda chill out the harshness of cold rain on pavement, but it still has the buzz-ness, it like a soapy, after the rain drinking a matcha latte (that has some kind of white floral syrup in) it pretty, too pretty for me
color: walking next to a flower shop after the rain, a little brightness in the thick of the concrete jungle but the flower shop is also a coffee shop and you get yourself a matcha latte
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MIX AND MATCH, if you get it you get it if you don't you don't ok
Matcha + Milk = Brown Sugar Matcha Latte
Matcha + Lavender = Dirty Matcha
Matcha + Book = White Chocolate BonBon
Matcha + Pollen = Fancy HoneyBee With Her Little Tea
Milk + Book = Alpha, Eating At The Library
Milk + Pavement = Frolicking, Naked After The Rain
Milk + Pollen = Sexy Picnic
Lavender + Pavement = Smoking In The Flower Field
Lavender + Book = Gay Woodworker
Lavender + Pollen = Ashtray, Potpourri
Pavement + Pollen = Electric Bee, Buzz Buzz
Pavement + Book = Little Bookstore In Old Montréal
Pollen + Book = Reading in the Sunroom

i could do a combi of 3 perfume but that just to much work, but if you do please share in the comment your favs lolll
this month as been kinda hell, am still working on my move (to no where lol) and am nowhere near done, now am starting to make the boxes (tomorrow) and it stressing me the fuck out, anyway on that note, how do you make pr? loll (half joking) cuz yeah i miss doing these review, but dont worry i still have maybe 5 review left if i don't count the discontinued stereoplasm

also, have a great night love xoxo

This might be a long shot but will try my luck anyway.
I'll be going to Bantayan, Cebu this weekend until Wednesday next week and someone might be interested to tag along lol im just feeling spontaneous and booked a room in Bantayan haha no concrete plans yet but just chill around the island so if you're feeling spontaeneous too and can do remote work e tara tara
About me: 30, laid back guy and trying to be a cebuano again but will be flying back to metro manila again by next week. not masc, not femme, just right in the middle. stands 5'10 and hitting dad bod era haha only side fun and cuddles if things get intimate lol
About you: just be interesting and can split the bill na di maarte so go lang
Just send me a msg and we'll talk it out for vibe check. :)

I know the title sounds weird but I only started playing WOTR a few days ago and I was loving it. But I was a little confused on who Aroden was so I poked around and thought it was cool how his death fucked up prophecy and stuff. And while I was scrolling through the posts someone mentioned starfinder which prompted me to look that up and I regret that so much.
I do not like knowing what happens in the future of my worlds. But that’s literally what starfinder is. Even with the horrible mcgruffin that is “The Gap” it still gives you tons of concrete info about what the gods are doing and how magic and tech progresses in the future. I don’t know why this made me lose interest but it did. I can’t say the feelings logical it just doesn’t work well in my mind for some reason. I spent a good amount of money on wotr and me and my friends were even going to try out pathfinder because we liked wotr so much but learning this has killed our curiosity.
So my question is did I misread starfinder’s lore and it’s not actually truly connected or Idk. I’m just sort of grasping at straws here because I really like the game but every-time I sit down to play it I lose interest because I already know the future. Like woohoo my character stopped or helped the world-wound. Well tough shit because Golarion just gonna disappear.
Idk I just wanna get past these feelings. But I don’t think I will.

///11th of June, 2006
“Dad, the moon!” I shouted as I entered the garage. My father was on the floor, under his Bugatti 57SC Atlantic, obsessively removing and re-installing pieces of the car like he always did. He quickly got up, a smile on his grease-stained face.
“Finally!” He said with his beer-breath, grabbing a towel and cleaning most of his face, before running outside as fast as he could. I followed him. I don’t know why I always liked these moments. Any child would find them terribly boring. But I always reveled on them. Maybe it’s because they were the only moments he smiled. He positioned his telescope on our front yard, adjusted the lens, drank a beer can and started looking at the full moon above us.
“Do you see it?” I asked, sitting on the grass next to him.
“Shut up.” He said, still looking. After half an hour of waiting, he started laughing. I opened my mouth to ask if he was seeing it, but I held my voice. Didn’t want to anger him.
“It’s blinking! It’s blinking Johnathan!” He laughed. I smiled. That wasn’t my name, though he called me that. Only several years later I would learn that was the name of his deceased younger brother. Every full moon, we would come look at it with the telescope. And he’d always call me Johnathan. Probably because he was always so drunk. But from always avoiding me or calling me “Brat”, Johnathan was a nice shift.
“Can I see?” I asked, and he lowered the tripod so I could see the moon. There was a small light blinking on it’s surface. It was truly beautiful.
“Fine, my turn again.” My father shoved me back, adjusted the tripod back, and started looking at it again. “It’s blinking so much tonight… Maybe… Brat, get my camera!” He shouted at me. I quickly went inside the house, and looked around for the camera in the living room. There it was, on a little pile of beer cans and empty rythmol boxes in the corner of the room. I hurried back outside, as fast as I could, as I did not want to anger my father.
I stopped on my tracks as soon as I was out of the house. There was a strange being involving my father. It looked like a snake, but I knew it was anything but a snake. There were not snakes that big where I lived. And certainly not with human faces. My father seemed oblivious to it, looking through his telescope, but the thing was all around him, from the bottom of his legs all the way to the top of his head.
“It’s blinking so much…” He said, in awe. The creature looked at me, locking eyes with me, and smiled, revealing several sets of sharp fangs. And then, it disappeared. My father looked at me, he was sweating. “I think… I need to lay down for a bit…” He muttered, before falling on the grass. I spent the entire night trying to wake him up, before my mother found me there crying the following day.
///09th of November 2021
“And that’s why you decided to study astronomy? Really?” Melissa laughed.
“Oh, come on, babe… Don’t make fun of my tragic past.” I said, finishing my waffles. She went to the fridges, grabbed the orange juice, and poured some in our cups.
“Shall we toast?” She asked.
“With orange juice? And what for?”
“Your impending graduation. What else?”
“Impending? Ha! I didn’t even start my capstone thesis.”
“So, what will it be about? Venus, right? Or was it Mars?”
“Nope. Too many people I know will already be working on planets like Venus and Mars. I thought about Neptune, but it’s too far away. So I figured, why not the Moon?”
“Please, don’t tell me this is about your father.”
“Mel, he wasn’t the best dad in the world. But he did left me his collection of vintage cars. This is what paid for my education.”
“He didn’t left it to you, it was divided between you and your mother.”
“Regardless, I feel like I owe him this. Apart from the cars, the moon was the only thing he loved.”
“You owe him nothing, Ezra.”
“I need to know what the blinking lights are! Lunar transient phenomena, it’s how they call them. There’s no scientific explanation to what they are.”
“Just because there’s no known scientific explanation, it doesn’t mean one does not exist. And if there’s one, it’s certainly not creepy snake-man” She laughed.
///04th of September, 2022
The first thing you feel when you start seriously investigating the moon is how mysterious it is. We only went there a handful of times, and then never again. All reasons are given for this, but it never really felt right to me. Maybe what happened to my father always made me feel paranoid about the subject, but I somehow felt there were things about the moon that were hiding on plain sight.
The focus of my research, the lunar transient phenomena, is incredibly unknown. Few studies were done about it, and most of them were never published or were abandoned. The few that were made available were either from little-known universities in third-world countries, in languages that I couldn’t understand and without English translation, or mere compilations of recorded occurrences. I found some theories. The lights were caused by magnetism, or by gasses, or by asteroids, perspective…
But mere hypothesis were not enough for me. I needed to know. I needed to understand. I needed… I needed to confirm it weren’t those lights who killed my father that day.
So, I delved deep into the research. I spent weeks in my bedroom, reading books and more books, entering all sorts of websites, sending emails to experts, looking for anything that could give me more information. But through all my effort, the only thing I could find were theories or hypothesis, all of them with little to no evidence. In my search for answers, I started straying further away from modern science, entering strange websites and reading books that talked about blatant pseudoscience, like astrology or the paranormal.
///17th of February, 2022
“So, what books will you be basing your capstone on?” My orienting professor asked. I could not see his face properly, we were talking through a videocall and he was not very tech savvy, so his eyes and nose were out of the frame.
“Chris, I can only see your mouth!” I laughed.
“Sorry…” He said, adjusting his camera. The framing was not perfect yet, but it was better. "Have you read the books I sent you?"
"They... They were not what I was looking for."
"What were you looking for, Ezra?"
"I told you. Answers. I have been looking for answers, yet I only find questions."
"We will only be able to find real answers when we actually set a lab on the moon. Until then, we will have to live with merely hypothesizing."
"I know, but..."
"Have you tried reading Kulikovsky?Or Hakan Kayal? Non-american studies in general."
"Yes, professor Chris. But... All studies seem to contradict themselves. Some point to studies that I can’t find anywhere, like they don’t exist anymore. Like they were erased by someone…”
“Some texts were never made digital or registered. It’s very unfortunate.”
“Everyone tries to find a logical explanation... What if there isn't one?"
"What is this truly about?"
"What?"
"It's just... You do know you can change your capstone thesis theme, right? Maybe an analysis of something more well-known could work better with your methodology."
"Chris, I will not change my mind. We have discussed this before."
"Well, well... I talked to one of my former colleagues, he is retired now, who also studied the moon, but his research was more focused on gravity. He told me there's a book called "A Study of the Moon with a New Lens" or something like that. Written by one Dr. Karl Hollfern in 1935."
"That is way before LTP was even catalogued."
"Catalogued, yes. Recorded? No. Hollfern studied extensevely the lunar mysteries. Unfortunately, he was executed by the Nazis because he opposed them. But his research lived on. My friend told me they have one of his books in the library. But it's in German."
///18th of February, 2022
I entered the library carrying a bag full of German grammar books and a dictionary. I would not let a little language barrier stop me from getting to the truth.
“Hello, how can I help you?” The librarian asked, barely averting her eyes from her cellphone.
“I’m actually looking for a book that could either be in the astronomy section or in the foreign titles section… Can you help me?”
“Which book?” She was still looking at her phone, seemingly playing one of those generic casual mobile games.
“It’s in German. Old, from the 1930s. Talks about studies of the moon made at the time.”
“Unusual request, but ok…” She put her phone on the counter, and started typing on the computer. “Can’t find it. Do you have the author’s name?”
“Karl Hollfern.”
“Uncanny. It’s unlisted.”
“What?”
“We have it in the library, but it’s not available. We usually do this when books are being cleaned. Usually takes a couple of days… It says it won’t be listed until… Until 2100?
“What? How does this makes sense?”
“I don’t know. I’ve been working here for sixteen years, and have never seen something like this. Regardless, I can’t lend you the book. I can’t even let you access it in library grounds.”
///23rd of February, 2022
I was drinking my Starbucks cappuccino while trying to make myself comfortable on the shopping mall bench, to no avail. I was tense. I had never involved myself with something like this. If my mother or girlfriend knew, they would kill me. An older man made his way out of the crowd and patiently sat down next to me.
“You were supposed to be sitting on the bench next to Nike. But no problem.” He laughed.
“Sorry. I got confused…” I facepalmed.
“I got the book you asked me too. But the price is going to be different in your case.”
“As in more expensive?”
“No. Normally, I charge twenty five grand, or double If the job is hard. In your case, the job was ridiculously easy. I will be charging five grand only.”
“Thanks! I’m transferring to your account right now…” I said as I typed on my phone.
“The book is in your car.”
“How did you… Oh, of course.”
“Pleasure doing business with you.” He got up and left. I immediately went to my car. There it was, Eine Untersuchung des Mondes mit einer neuen Linse.
///28th of February, 2022
“Honey, are you still awake?” Melissa asked me. I was sitting on a pillow in the corner of the room, aggressively doing more and more Duolingo lessons.
“I’m busy, Mel.” I said, without averting my eyes from the green owl.
“Is this about that German book you have been taking everywhere?”
“No…” I blatantly lied.
“Honey, you’ve been up all night. It’s ten to six.”
“What?”
“You are obsessed with this shit, Ezra! Look at you! This is the third time I find you here studying German instead of sleeping!”
“I’m sorry, but you do know I have a capstone thesis to finish, don’t you?!” I screamed back at her.
“Oh. So this is what’s all about, right?”
“Babe, it’s not like that…” Before I could say anything, she stormed out of the apartment. I stood there, frozen, for a minute or two, before I went back to my Duolingo.
///3rd of March, 2022
“Hello Ezra” Chris said, as I adjusted my camera. As usual, I couldn’t see his face properly.
“Good evening, professor Chris.”
“Ezra, are you okay? You look tired.”
“I’m fine.” I said vehemently.
“Ezra… I… I have bad news for you.” When he said that, I felt like a hand was smashing my heart. “The university has rejected your intended theme.”
“W-what?”
“You’ll have to pick something else. I’m sorry.”
“What? Why?!”
“Apparently there’s information about Lunar Transient Phenomena that is undisclosed to the general public. The feds were here yesterday, talked with the dean about it. Said that researching the LTP was considered meddling in national security affairs, and that all projects focusing on it were to be halted.”
“Bullshit!”
“I’m sorry. I know how much time you have already invested in this. But we’ll find something else, Ezra. There are more lunar mys…” I interrupted him.
“Why is it so hard to research a simple lunar phenomena?! Every time I advance, everyone tries to block me! They will not stop me from uncovering what happened to my father!” I slammed the table.
“What?”
“This will not stop me.” I muttered, while ending the videocall.
///8th of March, 2022
After some turbulent days, I was finally making progress again. My knowledge of German wasn’t great, but knowing basic grammar, using online dictionaries, and with a little help from online German studying communities, I was making my way through the book.
The book was almost a century old, yet I felt like I was finally making progress. The research by Hollfern was fascinating, but disturbing. He described how the “blinking moonlights” if watched carefully, could be interpreted as having meaning. My German was advancing but far from perfect, so I didn’t have the exact translation, but it said something about the moon speaking in some sort of secret code using the lights.
It also referenced some books, most of which seemed to not exist anymore, but some of them not only existed, I also managed to download their scanned PDFs. It was pretty unorthodox for a scientific study. There was a book on symbols and sigils of different religions, a compilation of theological texts about Gnosticism, a book compiling works by Schopenhauer, and a Hindi scroll explaining Chakras.
I didn’t understood yet how everything connected. Seemed like a strange collection of unrelated weirdness.
///10th of March, 2022
I stumbled upon something I had previously overlooked. There’s an work by Schopenhauer where he discuss reading the Upanishads, which are old Hindi texts. The Hindi text I had downloaded was translated to English, but what if I looked for the original? Maybe there was something I wasn’t shown.
The original had a section that was censored in the English version that talked about a Devas that was corrupted by an evil unknown entity called that attached on it’s solar plexus and made it miserable with overwhelming sadness and pain. A thing described as a floating jester.
///13th of March, 2022
The phone in the living room started ringing. I left it there, unwilling to stop reading the book and trying to translate the contents. The call went to voicemail, and then I heard the caller recording it:
“Hey Ezra, I know you’re going through a bad time, but as your orienting professor, I care for you. You didn't show up for any of your tests. I know you seem to be focused on your research, but this isn't the-" I unplugged the damn thing.
///16th of March, 2022
I got evicted after not paying my rent. Or I was supposed to be at least. I picked up my research stuff and rented a cheap motel room on the outskirts of my town. I could not pay for the rent, and least not for now, I spent most of my money buying books and old magazines during the last weeks. I don’t need a place to call mine for now. I just need to find the truth.
I know the government will come after me. I’m coming too close. But if they want me to stop, they will have to kill me. I’ve already lost everything. This investigation is all I have left.
///18th of March, 2022
There's an old website that I found while researching. A true relic, seems to be from the early 90s. It contains old conspiracies theories, like stuff about the Illuminati and New Age, Satanic Panic, how Ronald Reagan was actually replaced, among other things. But there was something among the insanity that I felt was the last thing missing in my investigation. The true reason why we never returned to the Moon and why the Soviets never even attempted landing on it.
According to that website, during the last moon expedition, in December of 1972, the astronauts were secretly instructed to find out what was causing the Lunar Transient Phenomena, and spent three days on the Taurus-Littrow Valley, the region where the phenomena was more frequent on the previous five years. They were carrying a seismometer, as the most influential theory at the time was that the LTP was being caused by moonquakes cracking the surface of the natural satellite and releasing gasses.
But what the seismometer detected was that there were no such thing as moonquakes. Their equipments revealed humongous structures, seemingly biological or mechanical, moving under the moon surface.
One day before they left, NASA detected an instance of LTP a few kilometers near where they were stationed, so the astronauts went there to check. What they found there was never disclosed, but some theorize they met one of the beings responsible for causing the blinking lights. And that was the reason humanity abandoned all expeditions to the moon. After five missions in three years, we never returned there.
///20th of March, 2022
I woke up feeling like my head was spinning. I was lying on the sofa of my motel room. Once again, I had spent the entire previous night and day reading texts cited by Dr. Hollfern. My tablet was out of battery, so I got up, feeling pain all over my body, and went looking for my charger. It took me a couple of minutes to notice the two men wearing dark suits, black ties and dark sunglasses sitting on my sofa. One of them had a silenced pistol on his hand.
“Good afternoon, Ezra Thornbridge.” The one holding the firearm said, with a voice so ordinary it was scary.
“W-what?!” I blurted, still trying to overcome the pain.
“Oh, don’t mind us. We are just here to recover something.” The other man said, smiling.
“Something that isn’t yours, yet you’re in possession of.” The man with the gun complemented.
“I… Who are you?” I asked.
“Right now, I’m the man pointing the gun at you.” The man with the weapon said, while his partner just shrugged.
“Fine, I’ll return your damn book. But I already know about it. I already put the pieces together."
"Oh, interesting. What do you think you know, Thornbridge?" One of them mocked.
"The Solar Plexus Clown Glider. I have studied them in depth. Or do you prefer to call them like the Gnostic theologians called them back in the day? Archons…”
“Look what we have here, Spencer. Like father like son.” The guy with the gun scoffed.
“I told you we should have just doped him and looked for the damn book while he slept. He is totally gone.” Spencer said.
“I’m not crazy! The Archons are real! They killed my father! They kill people! And you, instead of trying to protect the people, just hide their existence, just lie, just lie and lie and lie!”
“How can you be so smart yet so stupid?” The guy with the gun said.
“The Archons don’t kill people, Ezra. They just make you miserable and drown you in fear and pain.” Spencer said.
“But I saw one kill my father.”
“Your father died of chronic ventricular arrhythmia coupled with excessive alcohol ingestion. The thing you saw was merely an emotional parasite, feeding off his negative emotions and influencing him to indulge on them.” Spencer said.
“Does this mean…”
“Yes. It also infected you that day. That’s why you saw it. It’s been with you ever since. The more you learn about it, the more you dread, the more you obsess, the more you lose… You were feeding it all along.” Spencer explained.
“And why do you think we tried to protect you, dumbass? If the knowledge was harmless, we wouldn’t be around breaking the law and breaking people’s necks to prevent it from spreading.” The guy with the weapon said.
“It’s not too late, Ezra. When your father was alive, there wasn’t much we could do, but now we have technology to make them go away. But it has a cost.” Spencer explained.
“What cost?”
“You will forget your father. You will forget most about the moon and astronomy. Probably the entirety of the last few months. And there are probable side effects, like sporadic short-term amnesia.” Spencer said.
“Or we can just fucking shoot you in the forehead right now to prevent the thing from infecting more people. Your choice.” The guy with the gun said. I just turned around and ran as fast as I can towards the window behind me. I jumped out of it, shattering the glass, and fell on the hard cold concrete of the parking lot. I tried to get up, my body was all cut from the glass, and I felt something warm on my back, even though it was raining.
“Are you stupid?!” I heard the guy with the gun shouting while he and the other agent descended the staircase that led to the parking lot. I finally got up, feeling cold from the rain, and tried to run, but could only limp. Yeah, jumping out of the window like I was in an 80s action movie wasn’t the best idea. I heard another click behind me, and fell to the floor. I could see the agents running towards me, smoke coming out of the gun. There seemed to be snakes around both of them, smiling witch their human faces and several sets of sharp fangs.
I looked towards the sky. Among the raining clouds, I could see the moon above me, full and blooming. Blinking. Blinking so much.

Our contractor did a shoddy job. I found out that he’s essentially a middleman. Anyways, he sent another company to check out the shitty concrete patio and the guy said that removing the entire thing needs to be done. He’s still ghosting us. Refuses to take our calls saying he prefers to text so there’s a record and we agree except he doesn’t text back. We want to sue him. When the process gets going, can he just swoop in and actually redo his work or can we just get our money back, extra money to get his shitty work removed and the lawyer fees?

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Memory transcription subject: Jarkim, Unemployed Krakotl
Date [standardized human time]: November 30th, 2136

If they were following standard procedure, they’d be storing munitions separate from personnel and weapons. In guild offices there were hermetically sealed rooms for it, ensuring any stray fires would be snuffed out as soon as they devoured all the oxygen.
In a place like this, my bet was one of the sheds or root cellars. I had sent Russo and Mosun to handle the garage and workers’ quarters.
Of course it was possible they hadn’t got enough fuel, ammo, and explosives to prosecute their campaign. Possible, but unlikely. The attack on the shelter hadn’t been the actions of a group running on fumes.
Honestly, if I were in their position I’d hole up here too. A large farm makes sense. They’d have phosphorous, ammonium nitrate, local stores of benzene or fuel oils, ipsom grain to make into powder, even the septic tanks if you’re really desperate… there’s more ways to create fire bombs at your average farm than I can be bothered to count.
I ran the math in my head. I didn’t like the result I got: the Liberators probably had enough fire to turn every human in the district into ash several times over, and they might still have enough left over for everyone who voted for Tarva too.
I approached the first shed with Slavik. It was one of the simple above-ground ones. Unlikely target to bear fruit, in my mind, but it was the closest. “I’ll go in first. You watch out with the rifle.”
They nodded at me, grimly.
The door opened and I rushed into the darkness.

“It’ll be the fourth.”
“Why’s that?”
“Four’s a lucky number.”
“No it’s not.”
“Sure it is. If you have to count past it, you have to use a second paw.”
The first shed had been empty but for tools. The second had held spare parts for their generators. The third had led to a root cellar full of sun-dried and salted fruit, and some jars of preserves.
Lucky number four was a steel door surrounded by concrete inset into the ground, and as soon as it was wrenched open the stench of chemicals assaulted me. Even Slavik coughed with distaste, and they didn’t have a nose.
“Well Slavik, turns out you were right.”
“That… does not taste lucky.”
“It doesn’t, does it. Alright, let’s go.”
I moved in. Slavik was right behind me. We headed into the gloom, slowly waiting for our eyes to adjust. Slavik muttered a bit before turning on the light attached to their rifle. They swiveled their entire torso back and forth, eyes focused on the rifle sights.
Industrial tanks of chemicals stood like forlorn monsters in the dark, the threadbare light by the rifle’s muzzle casting ugly and stark shadows.
“Never should’ve come here.”
I froze. The voice was coming from behind me… and to the left.

There was a second Venlil, lunging out from behind one of the tanks with a breaching tool held in both paws. He struck Slavik’s gun, and I heard the weapon hit the stone floor somewhere in the dark. With a second swing he caught Slavik across the head, and they went down hard.
I lunged at him, talons grasping for purchase in the short Exterminator-cut fur of the assailant. I got a good digging grip and pulled him back, raking grooves in his shoulders in the process and sending the crowbar clattering into the shadows.
I recognized him as Vilrak, and he screamed with anger and pain and managed to strike me in the eye with his elbow. I reeled back, squawking, when his paw struck me in the stomach. Pain blossomed and spread like fire. His claws were outstretched, and dug in under the feathers and tore skin.
In response I lashed out with a talon, tearing bloody gouges in his snout. Venlil snouts are sturdy and solid bone, and I did little actual damage. It was still enough to send him back with a yelp.
We both caught our breaths, blood dripping from claw and talon alike.
Slavik was on the ground. They weren’t moving.

“Vilrak, it’s over… Stand down.”
His voice was filled with loathing. “…Jarkim. So Karta failed to get rid of you, you traitorous piece of-”
I interjected immediately. “What you’re doing here isn’t going to work.”
“Oh, but it is. We’re going to bring Venlil Prime back to sanity, and back into the Federation.”
“There’s no going back. The Interview, the humans, the proof that even the Arxur can be bargained with after they returned their Venlil cattle… The galaxy’s a different place than it was just a cycle ago.”
“So what?”
I plead with him to turn from his path. When he realized and accepted the situation, he’d do the right thing. Just like I had. “We’re going to have to learn to live in the new world. One that doesn’t need us. We believed our job was necessary… We were only acting on… On the information we had, the information we were given. But we were wrong. Listen to me, Vilrak. There’s another path here. We can reform the Exterminators. We can make it into something better, something that serves the community.”
He straightened up and lashed his tail at me, turning and walking away. One eye was locked on me the entire time. “Oh you stupid, sanctimonious fuck. You’re the only one who ever believed any of that predshit.”
I paused. “…What?”

He walked slowly. I followed, staying at a careful distance. “Being an Exterminator was the perfect job. We had respect. We had power, Jarkim! You’re the only one who didn’t seem to realize that! Oh, you useless damn joke of a Krakotl… You turned your beak and curled your talons every time you had to pull the trigger, and always made sure the PDs came in without a fight. The rest of us loved it!”
I felt sick. I had never liked Vilrak, but this was… Like Vikar, and Renak, and Luarik, and Karta, and… Not unprecedented. But hearing it put in such stark terms…
“I always hated rolling out with you, because you’re too insufferably straight-laced. The rest of the guys understood the opportunities. But not you, oh no. As soon as you get in the van the fun stops. No taking money to make PD cases go away, no letting off steam with the rods and some drunk, no sharing cuties collared in the back of the van…”
My talons itched to tear out his evil fucking throat. But more than that, I wanted to tear down the entire system I had been complicit in. I had looked the other way, made sure to not ask awkward questions I didn’t want the answers to. And that made me one link in the chain. The facilities, the prosecutors, the assessors, they were all working with the Exterminators. Everyone knew that we were the only way they’d stay safe, the firebreak between the civilians and the predators. So they let us do whatever we wanted.
“Vilrak… It’s not going to stay that way anymore. It can’t. It mustn’t. The winds are changing. If everyone’s as… sick and twisted as you, and the Exterminators can’t be reformed? Then we’ll be abolished instead.”
“That’s right, because the humans are fucking it all up! They did more for Venlilkind in one paw than we Exterminators have done since we joined the Federation, just by sharing food with the greys! And now everyone knows it!”
“Exactly. There’s no going back.”
“Yeah, well. It’s worth a shot.”
When he turned to face me again he was holding a flamethrower, the tank under one arm and the nozzle under the other. In the darkness I only realized he was firing when it spewed incendiary death in a wide arc.

I had to gracelessly take flight, leaping back and thrashing with my wings to get behind one of the chemical tanks in time. I ended up smashing into the wall for my trouble, and I felt something in my wing snap.
But seeing the burning trail where I had stood a blink of an eye beforehand, it was still a worthwhile trade-off.
Other than what little light the fires gave off, and the light from the open door, the room was dark. The flashlight on Slavik’s gun had gone out.
I slowly crept around the tank… step by step. Listening for the Venlil’s footsteps, and hearing nothing.
I heard the sound of the tank shifting nearby, and froze in place. I held my breath.
He was speaking from just a couple of wingspans away, in the dark. “You’re not the first predator I’ve had to hunt. And you’re not gonna be the last.”
There was a click as the flamethrower’s ignition line turned on.
A line of fire spewed from the muzzle, sending me scrambling for cover again. I needn’t have bothered, he wasn’t aiming at me.
With the second line of burning fuel gel, he created a ‘V’ shape against the wall. He was simply boxing me in, cutting off my escape. Standard procedure when dealing with poor-visibility terrain.
Now all he had to do was hose the enclosed area, and that would be it.
I felt panic slowly begin to flood my brain, and forced it down. I couldn’t let myself become an animal. He knew how to burn animals.

Gotta get out of here, or I’m kindling.
With only one working wing, I was rapidly running out of options. When Vilrak spewed another gout of flame, my options dwindled further. I took flight, my one wing fluttering as I twisted my body in a desperate attempt to get above the flames and the equally dangerous super-heated air right above them. I felt the oppressive heat and could imagine my feathers curl and blacken as I made my desperate lunge over the fire-wall.
My talons scraped the stone loudly upon my rough landing, and I ended up falling prone. I yelled out as I landed on my bad wing again.
Starting to rise slowly, far too slowly, I heard Vilrak whistle out a laugh from nearby. I saw his shadowed form looming out of the dark, lit from the side by the growing flames. The flamethrower’s ignition line clicking on. Faced straight at me.
There was a bright, sudden light. And a scream.

Vilrak reeled back. So did I, good wing raised in a meaningless gesture of defense. I couldn’t see anything, blinded by Slavik’s flashlight. I heard a shout. “Jarkim, get down!”
I laid myself prone on the ground without hesitation.
KRAK-Ow
Superheated plasma flew overhead, sizzling the air and filling the enclosed space with the rank stench of ozone.
The shot impacted Vilrak’s fuel tank. The ensuing breach sent burning fuel and bits of hot metal all over the cellar, and threw him back into the wall. With my head down I could do nothing but flinch and hope.
A searing lance of pain impacted my leg, making me squawk out. A glance down showed a piece of jagged metal the size of a wing feather sticking out of my thigh.
Blinking the spots out of my eyes and coughing from the smoke filling the room, I saw Slavik holding the plasma rifle. It was aimed at the prone Exterminator, who was already screaming and crawling. His legs were on fire, and looked shredded from shrapnel. The flames were eagerly eating their way up his short-cut fur, already spreading up over his back and sides. His voice was a high-pitched, babbling shriek.
All that confidence, bravado, and gleeful sadism had vanished the instant it was his turn. And I wasn’t a good enough person to not take some vindictive joy in that.
“Not the flames not the flames please not the flames!! No no no nono please please not the flames!! Help meeeeee!!!”
KRAK-Ow
The second shot took him in the face. I looked away sharply, not interested in seeing the results.

“C’mon, you useless lump. Move your ass before it’s cooked.” Slavik grabbed me by my good wing, dragged me out of the burning cellar like a sack of grain, and closed the door behind us.
The fire would eat through all the oxygen long before it burst any of the chemical tanks. Even so, Slavik didn’t stop dragging me until we were a good distance away and we could both collapse in a panting heap on the ground.
Slavik’s head was leaking orange blood into their wool from the hit, and an ugly lump was already forming on their head. They looked at me darkly. “…That was mercy. I’m not going to let myself become the kind of person who’d have let him burn.”
I felt jolts of pain searing through my body each time I coughed. “Khakh, Khahhk… Y-You just saved my life. You don’t have to justify yourself to me.”
They looked down at their weapon in silence for a while, before speaking so quietly that I barely heard it. “You’re not the one I’m trying to convince.”
After a long silence, I tried my arm and grimaced. My leg refused to even bend now that the adrenaline was flushing out, and I didn’t want to take the metal out in case it was sitting in an artery. I didn’t even want to know what my feathers looked like. “…Wing’s busted. L-Leg too. I’m no good like this. Khahhk… I’ll head back, you try to link up with the other team.”
Slavik shouldered the rifle, and lifted me up. “After I get you back to Hanya.”
The trek back was awkward, and slow. I was left to hop and cling to Slavik as they half-dragged me along. I hoped the other team was having more success.
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Memory transcription subject: Martin Russo, Human Refugee
Date [standardized human time]: November 30th, 2136

I raise my hand to Mosun. Three. Two. One.
The door opens. Mosun lunges in low, I sweep in high.
Nothing greets us but silence. We sweep the ground floor of the main house slowly, room by room. I move my aim back and forth like a metronome as I seek targets. My eyes dart around from place to place. Those saccades the Venlil are so afraid of.
The place shows clear signs of being lived in. Very recently. There are still-damp dishes in the kitchen.
The living room is an even bigger tell. On the table there’s a map of the whole district, and another of the town. Addresses are circled in different colors. I might not have recognized the map so quickly, except I’ve also been studying up for my own campaign.
As we search the place it appears that nobody’s home. They seem to have removed all the signs of the original inhabitants. I see pale reverse-shadows on the wall where once hung pictures or pieces of art.
I tap Mosun’s shoulder. He looks at me, and I point up, then down, and give a shrug. Upstairs or basement first?
As Mosun considers the question, we hear a scream. I freeze stock still, and Mosun’s eyes go wide. It’s from upstairs.

I brave a soft voice. “…Is that…”
Another scream. A word carries through the drawn out, inelegant blubbering. “Mhh-aaa-aahhhahhhu-hurttii-hi-hiiinnnn!!” My blood feels ice cold, and my stomach drops out.
Jesus Christ it’s my name. She’s screaming my name.
I’m acutely aware my tongue is dry.
Another scream, this time just a shrill sound of pain.
I’m running up the stairs. My grip on the gun is so tight it hurts. For a few seconds my thoughts don’t form words, just the panicked urge to rush to my beloved friend. To help and defend her.
Upstairs there are four rooms. Two on the left, one on the right, and one in the far back. The only one that matters is the one with the noise.
I rush to the door and almost wrench it open right away, but pause.
Stay frosty.
Mosun almost runs into me in his haste to keep up.
I turn and look at him. His furious face mirrors mine. I cringe as another shout comes from the room right beside us.
He nods grimly and grabs the door handle. We both take a couple of deep, steadying breaths.
I raise my hand to Mosun. Three. Two. One.
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Here's some fun fanart of Martin's Ghost Gun by Asclepius on the discord, thanks Asclepius!
https://imgur.com/a/zpJf1S9
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For context: he confessed to me and told me he wanted to be a couple after class last Monday. It was sweet, he even held both of my hands as he said it. However, he mentioned the issue of conflict regarding our beliefs, and told me to think about it.
I gave the decision to him as I also want to be together, but would also respect his decision if he changed his mind (as he also expressed certain regret in confessing). I said I would give him time.
Now, we've just been acting pretty much the same (touchy as hell), but turned up a few levels higher. I've been at his place after school more often. There are too many accounts, so I will just impart a scenario just earlier during a school event. We were practically inseparable.
There was even an instance where he looked up at me (he was sleeping on my shoulder) and suddenly told me I was beautiful. I was fucking speechless and he followed up with, "It's true." and went back to sleep. We were cuddled up and holding hands (and even caressing each others hands) and I wished that it would never end.
Despite all of this, he... still doesn't have a concrete answer for me? Which has left me confused and utterly desperate. I plan on talking to him about us on Monday (which would mark a week since he confessed). But I would sincerely appreciate some outside insight on what would be the best course of action.
Adding fuel to the fire, he told me last Monday that he wasn't even planning on confessing (I was initially rejected)-- which was essentially going to leave me guessing until graduation (as the mf was giving so many mixed signals). This made me feel like I wasn't even part of his plans at all.
And now, I'm starting to be convinced that it's not worth it. Our friends say he's just scared of us not working out after committing (as we're going to different schools, time will be an issue). I want to hear it from him himself.
Even my pros and cons list say it's not worth the trouble. But damn, I really fucking like the guy -- but it's probably obvious that I like him more than he likes me. I wish he would stop getting in his own way, but... maybe that's for the best.

Bought a house with a pool 6 years ago. I was not looking for a pool, but after several other offers on other homes were rejected I found a house that was in the area I wanted, but came with a pool.
Man what a money suck this has been. A year after buying the house the pool needed a new filter. $$$$
leaks in the old liner forced patch job because a new liner is like $8k
Still have leaks and we are told that the stairs into the pool need to be resealed and we can do that when we get a new liner.
Our heater for the pool is ONLY 8 years old but we are told its ancient and right now we cannot get it to work because it keeps tripping the circuit.
All the water leaking into the ground from the pool has caused the concrete to break up and shift around the pool. Estimate to repour that concrete is $15k
To have someone come out and open, close pool, clean and add chemicals $3k
I live in NY, so my ability to enjoy my pool is limited from June- Sept.
its just not worth it. I love laying in the pool on a hot summers day.
The kicker here is that it will be a huge cost to fill in the pool.

Concrete work topeka ks

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