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2023.04.01 09:18 Blackbird0008 TOTM shipping prices
So don't me wrong my mom and I really like the TOTM tea, hot chocolate, and coffee. When I got it it was for her birthday so I didn't mind the cost.
But now that I take a better look, the shipping is so expensive. Is it that way everywhere (I'm in California)? Is there a way to get free shipping? I want to get more stuff but I don't want shipping that's 2/3rds the cost of a bag o' beans.:)
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But now that I take a better look, the shipping is so expensive. Is it that way everywhere (I'm in California)? Is there a way to get free shipping? I want to get more stuff but I don't want shipping that's 2/3rds the cost of a bag o' beans.:)
2023.04.01 09:17 SibylLuminary 9g Lemon-Tekked Golden Teachers
This happened last night.
I was up late working on my uni assignments. I have ADHD and am prescribed Methylphenidate (18mg). I took one of my pills at midnight in hopes of completing an assignment before morning came. I knew I would be awake for awhile, but I’m usually able to run off very little sleep.
By 2am, I started to really dislike what I was writing about, so I figured I would treat myself. I’ve taken 6.5g of Blue Meanies before, and I’m a regular psychonaut (I suppose that’s a correct label), both for parties and as a means to trip. So I decided to up the ante and take 9g, ground up and soaked in lemon juice. To what level this actually intensifies the trip I can’t say, although I would be willing to bet money that it genuinely exacerbates the effects.
I normally use a weed grinder to create smaller pieces of mushroom, although with the volume of mushrooms I needed to pulverize, I used a knife and chopped them quite finely for a good 10 minutes. Many of the pieces were the size of grains of sand and a large portion of the mushrooms had become a powder. Additionally, I soaked this concoction in the lemon juice for upwards of 1.5 hours.
At exactly 3:57 I consumed the contents entirely, and set a stop watch alight. I went and sat on my bed, began watching No Country For Old Men, and noodled away on my guitar. By 10 minutes in I was already hallucinating at level I would say was equal to 3-4g, in relation to my past experiences. By 20 minutes the euphoria and hallucinations were 2-3x more intense, and the anxiety that generally accompanies my trips had weaselled it’s way into my chest. At 30 minutes my trip was in full swing. I kept picking away at my guitar.
Around 1 hour into my trip, things took a turn for the worse. I began to think about money. I couldn’t comprehend how money works; how it’s simply a concept that we have created that we somehow exchange for tangible objects. I began to laugh hysterically at the fact that I couldn’t understand this. While playing my guitar, I noticed that I was forgetting riffs in the middle of playing them, and conjoining songs that were entirely mismatched. I’d begin playing the solo from Mississippi Queen by Mountain, and finish with O Canada without remembering how I transitioned to it. This is when I began to worry. I understood that something was wrong in my thinking. Nothing was making sense. I was stuck in loops of thought for what felt like hours. 6am rolls around, and I remember that I had texted my best friend before I took the dose. He is awake by 5:30am almost every single day, and he would have absolutely responded to my message of “About to meet God, I’ll let him know you said hi.”
It was now that I was convinced that I was no longer in my house. I was sure that I was actually somewhere else in a catatonic state, trapped in my mind. I was absolutely sure that the “house” I was in was actually a representation of my mind created by my synapses as they slowly fried themselves. I remembered a story my dad had told me about a kid he went to highschool with who had turned himself into a certified imbecile after frying his brain on acid, and I was convinced that I had done the same thing.
By now I remembered every indication that I had in the past that had told me to slow down with these drugs and respect their power.
But I wanted to go deeper. Now, I found myself in the never ending whirlwind of hell. Everything was moving and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I remember wanting to drive myself to the university, but I kept telling myself that if I drove I would die. But, I thought of the movie Inception; maybe death was my way out of this. Time had slowed to a grinding halt, so maybe I was actually able to escape this purgatory I placed myself in by killing myself. I convinced myself to stay put, telling myself over and over “it’s all gone. Everything I’ve ever wanted has ended here tonight, and I did it.”
I spent the next hour crying and apologizing to my parents (who were far from the house I stay at). I couldn’t believe that I had actually ruined my perfectly fine brain all in an attempt to experience something no one else has. I was running up and down my house, freaking out, hands on my head, nearly pulling my hair out, trying to accept the fact that this was now my reality - hoping that at anytime I would wake up.
By 8:30am I had had enough, and I decided to pull the trigger. I reached my hand down my throat, virtually ripping my vocal cords out, and for the next hour and fifteen minutes I attempted to clear my digestive system of all matter.
About an hour into throwing up, I could sense my cognition slowly returning. My thoughts and words became more coherent. Time accelerated back to a normal pace. My hand and face were drenched with a black, tar-like substance that had nearly turned my brain into scrambled egg. As I began to come back to my senses, tears streamed from my eyes and laughter set out.
I looked in the mirror of bathroom and said “from the depths of hell, by my own hand I’ve retrieved myself.” The infinite, spiralling apparitions of the mushrooms had finally come to an end. I showered myself off, laughed and cried some more, and drudged off to sleep.
It was now 10:30am, and I couldn’t have been happier that it was over. The wave of relief that overcame me was unlike anything I have ever experienced.
Needless to say, I won’t be doing mushrooms again for some time, nor will I ever take an amount half as strong as that.
submitted by SibylLuminary to tripreports [link] [comments]
I was up late working on my uni assignments. I have ADHD and am prescribed Methylphenidate (18mg). I took one of my pills at midnight in hopes of completing an assignment before morning came. I knew I would be awake for awhile, but I’m usually able to run off very little sleep.
By 2am, I started to really dislike what I was writing about, so I figured I would treat myself. I’ve taken 6.5g of Blue Meanies before, and I’m a regular psychonaut (I suppose that’s a correct label), both for parties and as a means to trip. So I decided to up the ante and take 9g, ground up and soaked in lemon juice. To what level this actually intensifies the trip I can’t say, although I would be willing to bet money that it genuinely exacerbates the effects.
I normally use a weed grinder to create smaller pieces of mushroom, although with the volume of mushrooms I needed to pulverize, I used a knife and chopped them quite finely for a good 10 minutes. Many of the pieces were the size of grains of sand and a large portion of the mushrooms had become a powder. Additionally, I soaked this concoction in the lemon juice for upwards of 1.5 hours.
At exactly 3:57 I consumed the contents entirely, and set a stop watch alight. I went and sat on my bed, began watching No Country For Old Men, and noodled away on my guitar. By 10 minutes in I was already hallucinating at level I would say was equal to 3-4g, in relation to my past experiences. By 20 minutes the euphoria and hallucinations were 2-3x more intense, and the anxiety that generally accompanies my trips had weaselled it’s way into my chest. At 30 minutes my trip was in full swing. I kept picking away at my guitar.
Around 1 hour into my trip, things took a turn for the worse. I began to think about money. I couldn’t comprehend how money works; how it’s simply a concept that we have created that we somehow exchange for tangible objects. I began to laugh hysterically at the fact that I couldn’t understand this. While playing my guitar, I noticed that I was forgetting riffs in the middle of playing them, and conjoining songs that were entirely mismatched. I’d begin playing the solo from Mississippi Queen by Mountain, and finish with O Canada without remembering how I transitioned to it. This is when I began to worry. I understood that something was wrong in my thinking. Nothing was making sense. I was stuck in loops of thought for what felt like hours. 6am rolls around, and I remember that I had texted my best friend before I took the dose. He is awake by 5:30am almost every single day, and he would have absolutely responded to my message of “About to meet God, I’ll let him know you said hi.”
It was now that I was convinced that I was no longer in my house. I was sure that I was actually somewhere else in a catatonic state, trapped in my mind. I was absolutely sure that the “house” I was in was actually a representation of my mind created by my synapses as they slowly fried themselves. I remembered a story my dad had told me about a kid he went to highschool with who had turned himself into a certified imbecile after frying his brain on acid, and I was convinced that I had done the same thing.
By now I remembered every indication that I had in the past that had told me to slow down with these drugs and respect their power.
But I wanted to go deeper. Now, I found myself in the never ending whirlwind of hell. Everything was moving and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I remember wanting to drive myself to the university, but I kept telling myself that if I drove I would die. But, I thought of the movie Inception; maybe death was my way out of this. Time had slowed to a grinding halt, so maybe I was actually able to escape this purgatory I placed myself in by killing myself. I convinced myself to stay put, telling myself over and over “it’s all gone. Everything I’ve ever wanted has ended here tonight, and I did it.”
I spent the next hour crying and apologizing to my parents (who were far from the house I stay at). I couldn’t believe that I had actually ruined my perfectly fine brain all in an attempt to experience something no one else has. I was running up and down my house, freaking out, hands on my head, nearly pulling my hair out, trying to accept the fact that this was now my reality - hoping that at anytime I would wake up.
By 8:30am I had had enough, and I decided to pull the trigger. I reached my hand down my throat, virtually ripping my vocal cords out, and for the next hour and fifteen minutes I attempted to clear my digestive system of all matter.
About an hour into throwing up, I could sense my cognition slowly returning. My thoughts and words became more coherent. Time accelerated back to a normal pace. My hand and face were drenched with a black, tar-like substance that had nearly turned my brain into scrambled egg. As I began to come back to my senses, tears streamed from my eyes and laughter set out.
I looked in the mirror of bathroom and said “from the depths of hell, by my own hand I’ve retrieved myself.” The infinite, spiralling apparitions of the mushrooms had finally come to an end. I showered myself off, laughed and cried some more, and drudged off to sleep.
It was now 10:30am, and I couldn’t have been happier that it was over. The wave of relief that overcame me was unlike anything I have ever experienced.
Needless to say, I won’t be doing mushrooms again for some time, nor will I ever take an amount half as strong as that.
2023.04.01 09:16 ThrowRAadviceplzxxx Am I (21F) being too needy for wanting more emotional support from my boyfriend (26M) after surgery?
So I'm from the UK and I'm currently in turkey after travelling here alone to have a BBL. Im no stranger to plastic surgery I have had a breast aug a couple years ago too so I'm aware of the pain and risks, however this surgery has gone horribly wrong for me. I bled out a lot and lost consciousness which resulted in me needing 2 blood transfusions. As you can imagine, being alone in a different country going through something so traumatic, I was terrified and in a lot of pain and needed all the emotional support possible to help put my mind at ease. My boyfriend couldn't make it on the trip because he has work obligations which is completely understandable, so prior to the surgery I asked him if he could call / text me checking in on me & answer phone calls to me so I could keep him updated and overall have someone to support me. Every time I have called him he's seemed so uninterested in what I have to say and how I'm feeling, he's dismissing my pain because this surgery was "my choice" and I should "gather my emotions and deal with it myself" and this has really hurt my feelings. He strained his neck a few weeks ago and took time off work and I looked after him so the least I would expect is a phonecall or two after a horrific surgery experience. The night after my surgery he had plans to go clubbing with his friends which I asked him if he wouldn't mind skipping so I had someone to FaceTime while I was here as I'm all alone, scared, in pain, and nobody around me speaks my language and it's overall a really difficult time. He argued with me saying it's unfair for him to miss out on his night out just because I'm in pain but he doesn't realise I need the emotional support. He made more of a fuss over his night out than me nearly bleeding to death. Am I being too needy or is he being an A**hole? All answers welcome x
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2023.04.01 09:16 covertthoughts Welcome to a whole new mission...
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2023.04.01 09:16 Tall_Ad_9165 Help me edit my 8 day itinerary
I'm planning to travel from South Korea to NYC for 8 days with my mom and sister. (In early May)
I greatly appreciated the help I received from my previous post about whether or not to visit Niagara Falls! https://www.reddit.com/AskNYC/comments/125iux7/is_a_one_day_trip_to_niagara_falls_from_nyc_worth/
I’m not one to meticulously plan my trips, but since I’m traveling with my mother this time, I’m currently in the processing of planning.
My tentative itinerary is outlined below, and I’m hoping to get some advice on whether it’s too packed or if there’s anything that should be added or removed.
We’ll be staying near 57th Street, and we plan to find nearby restaurants to eat at once our schedule is finalized! (Any recommendations are also welcome!!)
# Day 1
Afternoon - Time Square
Evening - City Tour Bus
# Day 2
Morning - Central Park with Bagel
Afternoon - MoMA
Evening - Top of the Rock
# Day 3
Morning - Statue of Liberty Cruise (Pier 88)
Afternoon - Vessel, The High Line, Chelsea Market
Evening - Soho
# Day 4
Morning - Bryant park
Afternoon - Musical (Aladdin)
Evening - Harry Potter NewYork
# Day 5
Morning - Williamsburg neighborhood
Afternoon - Dumbo, Brooklyn Bridge
Evening - Wall Street (Charging Bull), Battery Park
# Day 6
Free Schedule
(Not decided yet. Any recommendations?)
# Day 7
Afternoon - MLB Baseball Game
Evening - Jazz Bar
# Day 8
Morning - Central Park
Afternoon - Go to the Airport
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I greatly appreciated the help I received from my previous post about whether or not to visit Niagara Falls! https://www.reddit.com/AskNYC/comments/125iux7/is_a_one_day_trip_to_niagara_falls_from_nyc_worth/
I’m not one to meticulously plan my trips, but since I’m traveling with my mother this time, I’m currently in the processing of planning.
My tentative itinerary is outlined below, and I’m hoping to get some advice on whether it’s too packed or if there’s anything that should be added or removed.
We’ll be staying near 57th Street, and we plan to find nearby restaurants to eat at once our schedule is finalized! (Any recommendations are also welcome!!)
# Day 1
Afternoon - Time Square
Evening - City Tour Bus
# Day 2
Morning - Central Park with Bagel
Afternoon - MoMA
Evening - Top of the Rock
# Day 3
Morning - Statue of Liberty Cruise (Pier 88)
Afternoon - Vessel, The High Line, Chelsea Market
Evening - Soho
# Day 4
Morning - Bryant park
Afternoon - Musical (Aladdin)
Evening - Harry Potter NewYork
# Day 5
Morning - Williamsburg neighborhood
Afternoon - Dumbo, Brooklyn Bridge
Evening - Wall Street (Charging Bull), Battery Park
# Day 6
Free Schedule
(Not decided yet. Any recommendations?)
# Day 7
Afternoon - MLB Baseball Game
Evening - Jazz Bar
# Day 8
Morning - Central Park
Afternoon - Go to the Airport
2023.04.01 09:15 vdoartur [Store] 200 knifes / gloves and a lot skins M9 Ruby FN, AWP Lore FT, BFK Lore MW, Gloves Vice MW, M4 Howl FT, BFK Fade FN, AWP Prince FT, Skeleton Fade FN, BFK Crimson MW, Negev Mjölnir FT, M9 Fade Fn, ST AK-47 Fire Serpent FT, Crimson Kimono FT, Gloves Snow Leopard MW and a lot other knifes/gloves
hello trading all my inventoryhave 200 knifes / gloves and a lot of skins looking only for trade feel free to send me offer or contanct me at steam
Links to my profile / trade offer
Steam Profile : https://steamcommunity.com/id/filimon-trade
Trade link : https://steamcommunity.com/tradeoffenew/?partner=169178735&token=NOaCmr8O
feel free to send me your offer
Name Price B/O Tradability ★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Ruby) - FN - 10326.60
AWP Dragon Lore - FT - 5971.75- Mon Apr 03 2023 10:00:00
★ Sport Gloves Vice - MW - 4955.25
★ Butterfly Knife Lore - MW - 3954.27
★ Butterfly Knife Lore - MW - 3954.27
M4A4 Howl - FT - 3755.42- Tue Apr 04 2023 10:00:00
★ Butterfly Knife Fade - FN - 3191.77- Sat Apr 01 2023 10:00:00
AWP The Prince - FT - 2964.90- Mon Apr 03 2023 10:00:00
★ Skeleton Knife Fade - FN - 2129.39
★ Butterfly Knife Crimson Web - MW - 2081.20
★ Driver Gloves King Snake - MW - 1920.94- Tue Apr 04 2023 10:00:00
Souvenir AWP Desert Hydra - FT - 1799.50- Mon Apr 03 2023 10:00:00
★ Butterfly Knife Gamma Doppler (Phase 1) - FN - 1785.17- Tue Apr 04 2023 10:00:00
★ M9 Bayonet Fade - FN - 1728.33
Negev Mjölnir - FT - 1664.61
StatTrak™ AK-47 Fire Serpent - FT - 1600.88- Wed Apr 05 2023 10:00:00
★ M9 Bayonet Marble Fade - FN - 1576.87- Wed Apr 05 2023 10:00:00
★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Kimono - FT - 1535.23
AK-47 Hydroponic - MW - 1512.67- Mon Apr 03 2023 10:00:00
★ Driver Gloves Snow Leopard - MW - 1485.62
★ M9 Bayonet - - 1307.66
★ M9 Bayonet - - 1307.66
★ Skeleton Knife Crimson Web - FT - 1244.98- Sun Apr 02 2023 10:00:00
★ Karambit Autotronic - FT - 1213.60- Tue Apr 04 2023 10:00:00
★ Nomad Knife Fade - FN - 1149.56- Sun Apr 02 2023 10:00:00
★ M9 Bayonet Tiger Tooth - FN - 1131.14- Sun Apr 02 2023 10:00:00
★ Sport Gloves Arid - MW - 1120.74- Fri Mar 31 2023 10:00:00
★ Sport Gloves Arid - MW - 1120.74
★ Butterfly Knife Bright Water - MW - 1118.50- Wed Apr 05 2023 10:00:00
★ StatTrak™ M9 Bayonet Tiger Tooth - FN - 1068.86- Mon Apr 03 2023 10:00:00
★ Moto Gloves POW! - MW - 1032.68
M4A4 Poseidon - MW - 1024.60- Tue Apr 04 2023 10:00:00
★ Specialist Gloves Field Agent - MW - 1008.66- Sun Apr 02 2023 10:00:00
★ Hand Wraps Cobalt Skulls - MW - 1000.57- Sat Apr 01 2023 10:00:00
★ Sport Gloves Amphibious - FT - 958.23- Sat Apr 01 2023 10:00:00
★ Butterfly Knife Blue Steel - FT - 957.26- Tue Apr 04 2023 10:00:00
★ Sport Gloves Slingshot - FT - 912.12- Tue Apr 04 2023 10:00:00
AK-47 Fire Serpent - FT - 848.23- Mon Apr 03 2023 10:00:00
AK-47 Fire Serpent - FT - 848.23- Sat Apr 01 2023 10:00:00
★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Web - MW - 824.54
★ Sport Gloves Vice - BS - 802.12
M4A1-S Imminent Danger - FT - 776.35
★ Butterfly Knife Urban Masked - MW - 766.90
★ Butterfly Knife Stained - FT - 723.68- Mon Apr 03 2023 10:00:00
★ Sport Gloves Omega - FT - 719.68
★ Talon Knife Crimson Web - MW - 703.98
★ Ursus Knife Fade - FN - 685.17
★ Driver Gloves Imperial Plaid - MW - 664.36- Sun Apr 02 2023 10:00:00
★ Specialist Gloves Emerald Web - FT - 664.36
M4A1-S Hot Rod - FN - 642.01- Mon Apr 03 2023 10:00:00
★ Flip Knife Marble Fade - FN - 638.50- Sun Apr 02 2023 10:00:00
Desert Eagle Blaze - FN - 606.30- Wed Apr 05 2023 10:00:00
★ Talon Knife - - 604.88- Mon Apr 03 2023 10:00:00
★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Phase 4) - FN - 576.38- Mon Apr 03 2023 10:00:00
★ M9 Bayonet Blue Steel - WW - 560.36
★ Driver Gloves King Snake - FT - 534.75- Thu Apr 06 2023 10:00:00
★ M9 Bayonet Case Hardened - WW - 530.75- Mon Apr 03 2023 10:00:00
★ Stiletto Knife - - 526.75
★ StatTrak™ Skeleton Knife Stained - FT - 518.58
★ Nomad Knife Crimson Web - FT - 502.73
★ Flip Knife Tiger Tooth - FN - 480.15
★ Specialist Gloves Tiger Strike - WW - 478.62
★ StatTrak™ Bayonet Case Hardened - MW - 478.39- Sat Apr 01 2023 10:00:00
★ Karambit Safari Mesh - FT - 476.77
★ Skeleton Knife Blue Steel - BS - 472.23- Fri Apr 07 2023 10:00:00
AK-47 Vulcan - MW - 472.15- Mon Apr 03 2023 10:00:00
AK-47 Vulcan - MW - 472.15
★ Broken Fang Gloves Needle Point - FN - 448.13
M4A1-S Icarus Fell - FN - 441.89- Wed Apr 05 2023 10:00:00
Glock-18 Gamma Doppler (Emerald) - FN - 432.12- Fri Apr 07 2023 10:00:00
★ Bayonet Lore - BS - 430.36- Wed Apr 05 2023 10:00:00
★ Specialist Gloves Field Agent - FT - 401.70- Mon Apr 03 2023 10:00:00
★ StatTrak™ Talon Knife Stained - FT - 400.26
UMP-45 Fade - FN - 384.01
★ Ursus Knife - - 379.37- Sun Apr 02 2023 10:00:00
★ Sport Gloves Big Game - FT - 361.02- Fri Mar 31 2023 10:00:00
★ Huntsman Knife Marble Fade - FN - 359.44- Tue Apr 04 2023 10:00:00
★ Huntsman Knife Marble Fade - FN - 359.44- Sun Apr 02 2023 10:00:00
★ Flip Knife Autotronic - FT - 345.51
★ Moto Gloves Spearmint - BS - 343.98
★ Skeleton Knife Forest DDPAT - FT - 326.37- Sat Apr 01 2023 10:00:00
★ Bowie Knife Lore - MW - 319.46- Sat Apr 01 2023 10:00:00
★ Gut Knife Gamma Doppler (Phase 2) - FN - 268.18- Sat Apr 01 2023 10:00:00
★ Flip Knife Freehand - MW - 267.85- Mon Apr 03 2023 10:00:00
★ Flip Knife Bright Water - MW - 260.98- Thu Apr 06 2023 10:00:00
★ Falchion Knife Lore - MW - 254.88- Tue Apr 04 2023 10:00:00
★ Classic Knife Case Hardened - FT - 247.84
AWP Silk Tiger - FN - 241.76- Thu Apr 06 2023 10:00:00
★ Hand Wraps Overprint - WW - 231.67- Fri Apr 07 2023 10:00:00
★ Bayonet Forest DDPAT - BS - 228.87- Sun Apr 02 2023 10:00:00
★ Driver Gloves Imperial Plaid - BS - 220.78- Sat Apr 01 2023 10:00:00
★ Shadow Daggers Doppler (Phase 1) - FN - 220.70- Fri Apr 07 2023 10:00:00
★ Shadow Daggers Doppler (Phase 1) - FN - 220.70- Tue Apr 04 2023 10:00:00
★ Stiletto Knife Boreal Forest - MW - 218.38
AWP Graphite - FN - 209.42- Tue Apr 04 2023 10:00:00
★ Classic Knife Case Hardened - BS - 207.81- Fri Apr 07 2023 10:00:00
StatTrak™ AK-47 Redline - MW - 196.84- Tue Apr 04 2023 10:00:00
AWP Graphite - MW - 196.28- Fri Apr 07 2023 10:00:00
★ Specialist Gloves Mogul - WW - 194.36- Sat Apr 01 2023 10:00:00
★ Moto Gloves Blood Pressure - FT - 189.49
★ Gut Knife - - 161.55
AK-47 Fuel Injector - FT - 152.02- Tue Apr 04 2023 10:00:00
★ Specialist Gloves Mogul - BS - 146.82- Thu Apr 06 2023 10:00:00
M4A1-S Printstream - FT - 140.73- Fri Apr 07 2023 10:00:00
M4A1-S Printstream - FT - 140.73- Tue Apr 04 2023 10:00:00
M4A1-S Printstream - FT - 140.73- Sat Apr 01 2023 10:00:00
★ Navaja Knife - - 139.13
StatTrak™ AK-47 The Empress - MW - 119.36
★ Paracord Knife Urban Masked - FT - 119.27
★ Falchion Knife Black Laminate - WW - 116.72- Mon Apr 03 2023 10:00:00
submitted by vdoartur to GlobalOffensiveTrade [link] [comments]
Links to my profile / trade offer
Steam Profile : https://steamcommunity.com/id/filimon-trade
Trade link : https://steamcommunity.com/tradeoffenew/?partner=169178735&token=NOaCmr8O
feel free to send me your offer
Name Price B/O Tradability ★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Ruby) - FN - 10326.60
AWP Dragon Lore - FT - 5971.75- Mon Apr 03 2023 10:00:00
★ Sport Gloves Vice - MW - 4955.25
★ Butterfly Knife Lore - MW - 3954.27
★ Butterfly Knife Lore - MW - 3954.27
M4A4 Howl - FT - 3755.42- Tue Apr 04 2023 10:00:00
★ Butterfly Knife Fade - FN - 3191.77- Sat Apr 01 2023 10:00:00
AWP The Prince - FT - 2964.90- Mon Apr 03 2023 10:00:00
★ Skeleton Knife Fade - FN - 2129.39
★ Butterfly Knife Crimson Web - MW - 2081.20
★ Driver Gloves King Snake - MW - 1920.94- Tue Apr 04 2023 10:00:00
Souvenir AWP Desert Hydra - FT - 1799.50- Mon Apr 03 2023 10:00:00
★ Butterfly Knife Gamma Doppler (Phase 1) - FN - 1785.17- Tue Apr 04 2023 10:00:00
★ M9 Bayonet Fade - FN - 1728.33
Negev Mjölnir - FT - 1664.61
StatTrak™ AK-47 Fire Serpent - FT - 1600.88- Wed Apr 05 2023 10:00:00
★ M9 Bayonet Marble Fade - FN - 1576.87- Wed Apr 05 2023 10:00:00
★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Kimono - FT - 1535.23
AK-47 Hydroponic - MW - 1512.67- Mon Apr 03 2023 10:00:00
★ Driver Gloves Snow Leopard - MW - 1485.62
★ M9 Bayonet - - 1307.66
★ M9 Bayonet - - 1307.66
★ Skeleton Knife Crimson Web - FT - 1244.98- Sun Apr 02 2023 10:00:00
★ Karambit Autotronic - FT - 1213.60- Tue Apr 04 2023 10:00:00
★ Nomad Knife Fade - FN - 1149.56- Sun Apr 02 2023 10:00:00
★ M9 Bayonet Tiger Tooth - FN - 1131.14- Sun Apr 02 2023 10:00:00
★ Sport Gloves Arid - MW - 1120.74- Fri Mar 31 2023 10:00:00
★ Sport Gloves Arid - MW - 1120.74
★ Butterfly Knife Bright Water - MW - 1118.50- Wed Apr 05 2023 10:00:00
★ StatTrak™ M9 Bayonet Tiger Tooth - FN - 1068.86- Mon Apr 03 2023 10:00:00
★ Moto Gloves POW! - MW - 1032.68
M4A4 Poseidon - MW - 1024.60- Tue Apr 04 2023 10:00:00
★ Specialist Gloves Field Agent - MW - 1008.66- Sun Apr 02 2023 10:00:00
★ Hand Wraps Cobalt Skulls - MW - 1000.57- Sat Apr 01 2023 10:00:00
★ Sport Gloves Amphibious - FT - 958.23- Sat Apr 01 2023 10:00:00
★ Butterfly Knife Blue Steel - FT - 957.26- Tue Apr 04 2023 10:00:00
★ Sport Gloves Slingshot - FT - 912.12- Tue Apr 04 2023 10:00:00
AK-47 Fire Serpent - FT - 848.23- Mon Apr 03 2023 10:00:00
AK-47 Fire Serpent - FT - 848.23- Sat Apr 01 2023 10:00:00
★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Web - MW - 824.54
★ Sport Gloves Vice - BS - 802.12
M4A1-S Imminent Danger - FT - 776.35
★ Butterfly Knife Urban Masked - MW - 766.90
★ Butterfly Knife Stained - FT - 723.68- Mon Apr 03 2023 10:00:00
★ Sport Gloves Omega - FT - 719.68
★ Talon Knife Crimson Web - MW - 703.98
★ Ursus Knife Fade - FN - 685.17
★ Driver Gloves Imperial Plaid - MW - 664.36- Sun Apr 02 2023 10:00:00
★ Specialist Gloves Emerald Web - FT - 664.36
M4A1-S Hot Rod - FN - 642.01- Mon Apr 03 2023 10:00:00
★ Flip Knife Marble Fade - FN - 638.50- Sun Apr 02 2023 10:00:00
Desert Eagle Blaze - FN - 606.30- Wed Apr 05 2023 10:00:00
★ Talon Knife - - 604.88- Mon Apr 03 2023 10:00:00
★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Phase 4) - FN - 576.38- Mon Apr 03 2023 10:00:00
★ M9 Bayonet Blue Steel - WW - 560.36
★ Driver Gloves King Snake - FT - 534.75- Thu Apr 06 2023 10:00:00
★ M9 Bayonet Case Hardened - WW - 530.75- Mon Apr 03 2023 10:00:00
★ Stiletto Knife - - 526.75
★ StatTrak™ Skeleton Knife Stained - FT - 518.58
★ Nomad Knife Crimson Web - FT - 502.73
★ Flip Knife Tiger Tooth - FN - 480.15
★ Specialist Gloves Tiger Strike - WW - 478.62
★ StatTrak™ Bayonet Case Hardened - MW - 478.39- Sat Apr 01 2023 10:00:00
★ Karambit Safari Mesh - FT - 476.77
★ Skeleton Knife Blue Steel - BS - 472.23- Fri Apr 07 2023 10:00:00
AK-47 Vulcan - MW - 472.15- Mon Apr 03 2023 10:00:00
AK-47 Vulcan - MW - 472.15
★ Broken Fang Gloves Needle Point - FN - 448.13
M4A1-S Icarus Fell - FN - 441.89- Wed Apr 05 2023 10:00:00
Glock-18 Gamma Doppler (Emerald) - FN - 432.12- Fri Apr 07 2023 10:00:00
★ Bayonet Lore - BS - 430.36- Wed Apr 05 2023 10:00:00
★ Specialist Gloves Field Agent - FT - 401.70- Mon Apr 03 2023 10:00:00
★ StatTrak™ Talon Knife Stained - FT - 400.26
UMP-45 Fade - FN - 384.01
★ Ursus Knife - - 379.37- Sun Apr 02 2023 10:00:00
★ Sport Gloves Big Game - FT - 361.02- Fri Mar 31 2023 10:00:00
★ Huntsman Knife Marble Fade - FN - 359.44- Tue Apr 04 2023 10:00:00
★ Huntsman Knife Marble Fade - FN - 359.44- Sun Apr 02 2023 10:00:00
★ Flip Knife Autotronic - FT - 345.51
★ Moto Gloves Spearmint - BS - 343.98
★ Skeleton Knife Forest DDPAT - FT - 326.37- Sat Apr 01 2023 10:00:00
★ Bowie Knife Lore - MW - 319.46- Sat Apr 01 2023 10:00:00
★ Gut Knife Gamma Doppler (Phase 2) - FN - 268.18- Sat Apr 01 2023 10:00:00
★ Flip Knife Freehand - MW - 267.85- Mon Apr 03 2023 10:00:00
★ Flip Knife Bright Water - MW - 260.98- Thu Apr 06 2023 10:00:00
★ Falchion Knife Lore - MW - 254.88- Tue Apr 04 2023 10:00:00
★ Classic Knife Case Hardened - FT - 247.84
AWP Silk Tiger - FN - 241.76- Thu Apr 06 2023 10:00:00
★ Hand Wraps Overprint - WW - 231.67- Fri Apr 07 2023 10:00:00
★ Bayonet Forest DDPAT - BS - 228.87- Sun Apr 02 2023 10:00:00
★ Driver Gloves Imperial Plaid - BS - 220.78- Sat Apr 01 2023 10:00:00
★ Shadow Daggers Doppler (Phase 1) - FN - 220.70- Fri Apr 07 2023 10:00:00
★ Shadow Daggers Doppler (Phase 1) - FN - 220.70- Tue Apr 04 2023 10:00:00
★ Stiletto Knife Boreal Forest - MW - 218.38
AWP Graphite - FN - 209.42- Tue Apr 04 2023 10:00:00
★ Classic Knife Case Hardened - BS - 207.81- Fri Apr 07 2023 10:00:00
StatTrak™ AK-47 Redline - MW - 196.84- Tue Apr 04 2023 10:00:00
AWP Graphite - MW - 196.28- Fri Apr 07 2023 10:00:00
★ Specialist Gloves Mogul - WW - 194.36- Sat Apr 01 2023 10:00:00
★ Moto Gloves Blood Pressure - FT - 189.49
★ Gut Knife - - 161.55
AK-47 Fuel Injector - FT - 152.02- Tue Apr 04 2023 10:00:00
★ Specialist Gloves Mogul - BS - 146.82- Thu Apr 06 2023 10:00:00
M4A1-S Printstream - FT - 140.73- Fri Apr 07 2023 10:00:00
M4A1-S Printstream - FT - 140.73- Tue Apr 04 2023 10:00:00
M4A1-S Printstream - FT - 140.73- Sat Apr 01 2023 10:00:00
★ Navaja Knife - - 139.13
StatTrak™ AK-47 The Empress - MW - 119.36
★ Paracord Knife Urban Masked - FT - 119.27
★ Falchion Knife Black Laminate - WW - 116.72- Mon Apr 03 2023 10:00:00
2023.04.01 09:15 No_running_please Did anyone order UberEats tonight? Did you check your service fees?
 | According to Uber, one customer paid $44.84 and no tip. The other customer paid $7.78. submitted by No_running_please to UberEATS [link] [comments] Now, I am wondering if some customers were overcharged tonight? Usually someone who is willing to dish out $44.84 for delivery fees is also willing to tip. But no tip? Maybe they thought the $44.84 was already high? Or, UberEats combined their fee and tip? Which makes me think, we truly have no visibility in how much UberEats takes from us, the customer, AND the restaurant. |
2023.04.01 09:14 CheshireKitten22 There are 4 of me...also Danny DeVito has invaded our restaurant
 | Not sure if having so many of me is an intentional April fool's day joke, or a glitch. Funny either way submitted by CheshireKitten22 to PlateUp [link] [comments] |
2023.04.01 09:13 suckmyballs44 Indian dom in mood to humiliate you as I fuck your gf hard @Brown_sugarpop
Nothing turns me on more than dominating a sub or cuck and showing them how less I value them. It's so hot and exciting to degrade them as I jerk off to them till I shot a thick load thinking about it.
I've been on reddit for few years now and it's always the one with deprived fantasies that excite me the most. I'm a university student living in Delhi, India and looking to dom or humiliate someone. It's always fun to find a good sub or cuck in the dms, I've found the filthiest of them here. Slide in my dms if you enjoy it or have similar kinks like me.
Kinks: Domination, Humiliation, cuckolding, Raceplay, namecalling, interfaith, incest, agegap, rough sex, cumplay, public
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I've been on reddit for few years now and it's always the one with deprived fantasies that excite me the most. I'm a university student living in Delhi, India and looking to dom or humiliate someone. It's always fun to find a good sub or cuck in the dms, I've found the filthiest of them here. Slide in my dms if you enjoy it or have similar kinks like me.
Kinks: Domination, Humiliation, cuckolding, Raceplay, namecalling, interfaith, incest, agegap, rough sex, cumplay, public
2023.04.01 09:13 John-The-Bomb-2 What is wrong with me (screenshots provided)?
Hi, I'm a 29 year old straight cis-gender male who has never had a wife, fiancée, or girlfriend despite having had many crushes/obsessions where I believed I was in love at the time. Every single time I put my foot out there but it ultimately doesn't work out. I have multiple theories about what might be wrong with me, most revolving around my personality (I'm 5'11" and have always been upper middle class so I don't think height or money are the problem). My looks with glasses on are below average but I've seen uglier men with girlfriends so I think the thing that is really killing me is my personality. Anyway, potential reasons I've thought of include the following:
I don't know if this helps you understand me better, but like my social media posts tend to focus on me rather than other people. I don't know how to explain it exactly, but for example on Instagram I saw my cousin make a story that said "Post your gf/bf, they deserve it" with a picture of his girlfriend smiling and I replied to that story with my own story with that same comment at the top and a picture of my right hand, post visible here. The song in the background of that post, "Orgy for One" by NSP is a comedy song about a guy who invites a large number of girls over for an orgy but nobody shows up so he has an "Orgy for One" with his hand. I like that song and the post is supposed to be funny and also speak my truth. I think it might also give a clue about my personality.
Another example of how my social media is kind of completely self-interested is on yesterday, Trans Day of Visibility (March 31), I posted this on Facebook:
"March 31 is #TransDayOfVisibility. To celebrate, I'm sharing my favorite trans woman and trans man social influencers.
This is Kelly. She's hot, even by completely straight man standards:
https://www.instagram.com/reel/Cqbwk0SAlzJ/
This is Kelsy. He was actually born intersex, or with a vagina but also XY chromosomes, and transitioned from outwardly appearing female to outwardly appearing male:
https://www.instagram.com/reel/Cof4DczsuVs/
But yeah, trans people are valid."
I feel like if I were a "normie" Democrat who wanted to make a post for trans day of visibility I would have instead posted something like this, but this isn't how I really am:
"Happy #TransDayOfVisibility!!! Today we acknowledge all the wonderful trans people in the world and in our lives and how much they matter to us. They are beautiful and they are special and we love them ❤️❤️❤️!!!"
I dunno, that's just not how I really am but I believe people who are like that have more and better relationships than I do. Like if I posted that or acted like that it would be totally fake and out of character.
But yeah, can anyone pinpoint exactly what is wrong with me? Maybe let me know which of my theories/reasons for things not working out is most true and is my real problem?
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- I am narcissistic (but I don't have Narcissistic Personality Disorder because there are multiple symptoms of that disorder and I only have like 1 or 2 out of 6 or 7 and no psychiatrist or therapist has ever diagnosed me with it).
- I am completely self-interested.
- I am completely selfish (I mean I sometimes give homeless people spare cash but I just do it because it makes me feel happy).
- I only care about myself and what I go through. Like sometimes on a dating app a woman will ask me how am I and I will respond saying something like "I'm in pain and depressed" and she'll be like "yikes" and unmatch me.
- I briefly feel love (like when I pet my pet) and I may think I'm in love at the time (like when I have a crush), but I don't truly love others and only love myself. I've had crushes where I believed I loved them at the time but then they ghosted me and after I realized it wasn't real love.
- I am exclusively obsessed with myself.
I don't know if this helps you understand me better, but like my social media posts tend to focus on me rather than other people. I don't know how to explain it exactly, but for example on Instagram I saw my cousin make a story that said "Post your gf/bf, they deserve it" with a picture of his girlfriend smiling and I replied to that story with my own story with that same comment at the top and a picture of my right hand, post visible here. The song in the background of that post, "Orgy for One" by NSP is a comedy song about a guy who invites a large number of girls over for an orgy but nobody shows up so he has an "Orgy for One" with his hand. I like that song and the post is supposed to be funny and also speak my truth. I think it might also give a clue about my personality.
Another example of how my social media is kind of completely self-interested is on yesterday, Trans Day of Visibility (March 31), I posted this on Facebook:
"March 31 is #TransDayOfVisibility. To celebrate, I'm sharing my favorite trans woman and trans man social influencers.
This is Kelly. She's hot, even by completely straight man standards:
https://www.instagram.com/reel/Cqbwk0SAlzJ/
This is Kelsy. He was actually born intersex, or with a vagina but also XY chromosomes, and transitioned from outwardly appearing female to outwardly appearing male:
https://www.instagram.com/reel/Cof4DczsuVs/
But yeah, trans people are valid."
I feel like if I were a "normie" Democrat who wanted to make a post for trans day of visibility I would have instead posted something like this, but this isn't how I really am:
"Happy #TransDayOfVisibility!!! Today we acknowledge all the wonderful trans people in the world and in our lives and how much they matter to us. They are beautiful and they are special and we love them ❤️❤️❤️!!!"
I dunno, that's just not how I really am but I believe people who are like that have more and better relationships than I do. Like if I posted that or acted like that it would be totally fake and out of character.
But yeah, can anyone pinpoint exactly what is wrong with me? Maybe let me know which of my theories/reasons for things not working out is most true and is my real problem?
2023.04.01 09:12 The_Chickenmaster7 please add sex to warthunder
i know it sounds weird, but hear me out. Not only would adding sex to warthunder solve most, if not all problems in the game but it would also greaty improve the experience of playing both with new and experienced players. Adding sex to warthunder will help break the grind (seeing as you can just grind some hot gril instead), as well as allowing for new gamemodes to be introduced to the game which would help diversify the whole gaming experience of warthunder. it would also help to make the game become more balanced. seeing as it would allow players that have been uptiered to sex their agression away. it would also help against spawncamping coz if someone spawncamps you can just have sex with them till they stop. adding sex to warthunder would also allow naval players to enjoy their shitty gamemode more, coz instead of sinking with some stupid boat they could be sinking deep in pussy.
all in all i think adding sex to warthunder would no only add a whole new level of depth to the game but also completely turn the whole gaming comunity as a whole on its head. it would make it so warthunder will be the best game ever made and also it would be really cool. so please gaijin add sex to warthunder and complete the masterpiece this game is meant to be.
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all in all i think adding sex to warthunder would no only add a whole new level of depth to the game but also completely turn the whole gaming comunity as a whole on its head. it would make it so warthunder will be the best game ever made and also it would be really cool. so please gaijin add sex to warthunder and complete the masterpiece this game is meant to be.
2023.04.01 09:11 Dramatic-Step-5037 [Breeds] Greyhound in small apartment with cat?
Introduction:
I’m a female in my late-20s who is finally ready to make the big commitment to own a dog! I currently live in a 700sqft apartment, so I’m looking into breeds that are comfortable with that lifestyle! Importantly, I also own a cat!
I’ve also looked into smaller breeds such as the Pekingese or pugs and would be open to more suggestions!
Care Commitments
8) How long can you exercise your dog each day, on average? What sorts of exercise are you planning to give your dog regularly and does that include using a dog park?
I am a fairly active person. I plan for at least two walks a day, 30 minutes each. I live near a dog park and would love to visit !
Personal Preferences
Dog Personality and Behavior
14) Would you prefer a dog that wants to do its own thing or one that’s more eager-to-please?
Eager to please.
Lifestyle
20) Do you have other pets or are you planning on having other pets? What breed or type of animal are they?
Cat that is 1yo.
21) Will the dog be interacting with children regularly?
No.
22) Do you rent or plan to rent in the future? If applicable, what breed or weight restrictions are on your current lease?
We are living in an apartment that allows pets but restricts the usual breeds such as Dobermans and lit bulls.
23) What city or country do you live in and are you aware of any laws banning certain breeds?
We live in So Cal with no banned breeds.
24) What is the average temperature of a typical summer and winter day where you live?
Hot in the summers and cool and rainy in the winter.
Thank you so much for your suggestions and input!
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I’m a female in my late-20s who is finally ready to make the big commitment to own a dog! I currently live in a 700sqft apartment, so I’m looking into breeds that are comfortable with that lifestyle! Importantly, I also own a cat!
- Will this be your first dog? If not, what experience do you have owning/training dogs.
- Do you have a preference for rescuing a dog vs. going through a reputable breeder?
- Describe your ideal dog.
- What breeds or types of dogs are you interested in and why?
I’ve also looked into smaller breeds such as the Pekingese or pugs and would be open to more suggestions!
- What sorts of things would you like to train your dog to do?
- Do you want to compete with your dog in a sport (e.g. agility, obedience, rally) or use your dog for a form of work (e.g. hunting, herding, livestock guarding)? If so, how much experience do you have with this work/sport?
Care Commitments
- How long do you want to devote to training, playing with, or otherwise interacting with your dog each day?
8) How long can you exercise your dog each day, on average? What sorts of exercise are you planning to give your dog regularly and does that include using a dog park?
I am a fairly active person. I plan for at least two walks a day, 30 minutes each. I live near a dog park and would love to visit !
- How much regular brushing are you willing to do? Are you open to trimming hair, cleaning ears, or doing other grooming at home? If not, would you be willing to pay a professional to do it regularly?
Personal Preferences
- What size dog are you looking for?
- How much shedding, barking, and slobber can you handle?
- How important is being able to let your dog off-leash in an unfenced area?
Dog Personality and Behavior
- Do you want a snuggly dog or one that prefers some personal space?
14) Would you prefer a dog that wants to do its own thing or one that’s more eager-to-please?
Eager to please.
- How would you prefer your dog to respond to someone knocking on the door or entering your yard? How would you prefer your dog to greet strangers or visitors?
- Are you willing to manage a dog that is aggressive to other dogs?
- Are there any other behaviors you can’t deal with or want to avoid?
Lifestyle
- How often and how long will the dog be left alone?
- What are the dog-related preferences of other people in the house and what will be their involvement in caring for the dog?
20) Do you have other pets or are you planning on having other pets? What breed or type of animal are they?
Cat that is 1yo.
21) Will the dog be interacting with children regularly?
No.
22) Do you rent or plan to rent in the future? If applicable, what breed or weight restrictions are on your current lease?
We are living in an apartment that allows pets but restricts the usual breeds such as Dobermans and lit bulls.
23) What city or country do you live in and are you aware of any laws banning certain breeds?
We live in So Cal with no banned breeds.
24) What is the average temperature of a typical summer and winter day where you live?
Hot in the summers and cool and rainy in the winter.
Thank you so much for your suggestions and input!
2023.04.01 09:10 Koala_Claw_ When you just don't get the "sex" but want to be supportive
Just looking for positivity, maybe elder-ace advice! Is it possible to learn to be an open,supportive friend to people who are dating/are in sexual relationships?
Being sex-positive is difficult when I'm averse to conversations that even allude to sex! I don't judge sex, I just don't get the dating lifestyle and the need for a partner to satisfy sexual needs. Sex is disconnected from romantic feelings, for me.
The problem is that I'm always the one setting boundaries, like "No, I don't want to talk about 50 Shades", or "No, I don't appreciate that innuendo". I don't want to miss out on great friendships just because I'm currently averse (or sensitive) to sexual content.
How do you deal with allo friends casually discussing who is "hot", using sexual expletives (F-word, for example), or sharing personal relationship information? As an example, someone casually told me they were crafting special panties for their sexplay!? I mean, creative! (Although beads sound uncomfortable. I am uncomfortable and really don't want to know this!)
Also, I am especially averse to popular TV lately. Everything is too sex-centric. I think fictional characters speak a made-up language by touching tongues! There should be subtitles below the kiss scene like, "I like you. I want a relationship." "I like you too, let's touch more." That would be great, thanks.
Do I just need time? Maybe my boundaries can gradually change?
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Being sex-positive is difficult when I'm averse to conversations that even allude to sex! I don't judge sex, I just don't get the dating lifestyle and the need for a partner to satisfy sexual needs. Sex is disconnected from romantic feelings, for me.
The problem is that I'm always the one setting boundaries, like "No, I don't want to talk about 50 Shades", or "No, I don't appreciate that innuendo". I don't want to miss out on great friendships just because I'm currently averse (or sensitive) to sexual content.
How do you deal with allo friends casually discussing who is "hot", using sexual expletives (F-word, for example), or sharing personal relationship information? As an example, someone casually told me they were crafting special panties for their sexplay!? I mean, creative! (Although beads sound uncomfortable. I am uncomfortable and really don't want to know this!)
Also, I am especially averse to popular TV lately. Everything is too sex-centric. I think fictional characters speak a made-up language by touching tongues! There should be subtitles below the kiss scene like, "I like you. I want a relationship." "I like you too, let's touch more." That would be great, thanks.
Do I just need time? Maybe my boundaries can gradually change?
2023.04.01 09:10 LightningLouise7 Stream Statistics - March Overview
Hi! Welcome to the March Statistics Overview! Join me as we look at the stats and see the growth that Finn has continued to establish this month!
March 2023 - Stream Specific Statistics
Average Viewers - 4,291 (+132 on February 2023, -14 on January 2023)
Highest Average Viewers - 4,480 (18th March 2023 - 🌊BACK FROM BRIGHTON🎀MEETING BELLE DELPHINE🛁 MAKEUP TIME💄)
Max Viewers - 5,213 (23rd March 2023 - ❤️REVIEWING YOUR DATING PROFILES❤️ 🚨NEWS🚨 NEW OUTFIT👗)
Average Followers Gained - 1,224 (-116 on February 2023)
Max Followers Gained - 1,777 (23rd March 2023 - ❤️REVIEWING YOUR DATING PROFILES❤️ 🚨NEWS🚨 NEW OUTFIT👗)
Average Stream Length - 5.43 Hours (-0.64 on February 2023)
Max Stream Length - 7 Hours, 39 Minutes (23rd March 2023 - ❤️REVIEWING YOUR DATING PROFILES❤️ 🚨NEWS🚨 NEW OUTFIT👗)
This month proved interesting for a variety of reasons. Firstly, without the under 4k result right at the end of the month we would see a new record for average viewers seeing as it was only 14 off the all time peak of January 2023, which quite frankly would be insane when you consider how good January was and how there was only 2 streams which got over 4.3k this month. Secondly, a good few streams were affected by various internet issues, meaning that some statistics had to be taken from the first parts of streams, which may mean that stats aren't a 100% true reflection of how the month went. Thirdly, there's the obvious Battlepass Launch Month, which while some could have expected viewership to take a slight dip, instead it has gone notably up nearly matching Jan 2023 records as I mentioned previously. This is a little bit of a surprise but it's also not if you know how engaging Finn's content is and how entertaining his streams are. It shows that Finn's personality in streams is helping to keep viewers even past the teasing that he does on the Battlepass. Finally, there's the obvious elephant in the room of the Belle Delphine meetup. This would see Finn do absolute numbers on Twitter, and his following stream (18th March) would also be his highest average viewers for the month and one of the top 10 average viewer totals ever. Despite the controversy that Belle brings, Finn came out of it decently well all things considered and has continued to maintain his current viewerbase while being able to have an influx of people joining and leaving. Finn would also only stream 6 times this month, same as February but without the ban. This would most likely be due to him being busy with the Battlepass in the first month of its launch as well as heading to Brighton for the Belle meetup/other photoshoots as well as heading to London late this month to discuss a potential nose job.
March 2023 - Other Related Statistics
Total Number of Streams - 6
5:30pm to 6:30pm starts - 2
6:30pm to 7:30pm starts - 1
7:30pm to 8:30pm starts - 3
Subs gained this month - 2,654
Followers Gained - 17.6k
Most Often Streamed Day - Sunday (3)
Least Often Streamed Days - Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday (1)
Longest Streaming Day - Saturday (5.5 Hours)
Total Hours Streamed - 34
Highest Followers Gained on Average Day - Saturday (1,288)
Highest Average Viewers Day - Saturday (4,445)
Followers Gained Per Stream - 2,158
Followers Gained Per Hour - 510
March 2023 - Notable Clips
submitted by LightningLouise7 to F1NN5TER [link] [comments]
March 2023 - Stream Specific Statistics
Average Viewers - 4,291 (+132 on February 2023, -14 on January 2023)
Highest Average Viewers - 4,480 (18th March 2023 - 🌊BACK FROM BRIGHTON🎀MEETING BELLE DELPHINE🛁 MAKEUP TIME💄)
Max Viewers - 5,213 (23rd March 2023 - ❤️REVIEWING YOUR DATING PROFILES❤️ 🚨NEWS🚨 NEW OUTFIT👗)
Average Followers Gained - 1,224 (-116 on February 2023)
Max Followers Gained - 1,777 (23rd March 2023 - ❤️REVIEWING YOUR DATING PROFILES❤️ 🚨NEWS🚨 NEW OUTFIT👗)
Average Stream Length - 5.43 Hours (-0.64 on February 2023)
Max Stream Length - 7 Hours, 39 Minutes (23rd March 2023 - ❤️REVIEWING YOUR DATING PROFILES❤️ 🚨NEWS🚨 NEW OUTFIT👗)
This month proved interesting for a variety of reasons. Firstly, without the under 4k result right at the end of the month we would see a new record for average viewers seeing as it was only 14 off the all time peak of January 2023, which quite frankly would be insane when you consider how good January was and how there was only 2 streams which got over 4.3k this month. Secondly, a good few streams were affected by various internet issues, meaning that some statistics had to be taken from the first parts of streams, which may mean that stats aren't a 100% true reflection of how the month went. Thirdly, there's the obvious Battlepass Launch Month, which while some could have expected viewership to take a slight dip, instead it has gone notably up nearly matching Jan 2023 records as I mentioned previously. This is a little bit of a surprise but it's also not if you know how engaging Finn's content is and how entertaining his streams are. It shows that Finn's personality in streams is helping to keep viewers even past the teasing that he does on the Battlepass. Finally, there's the obvious elephant in the room of the Belle Delphine meetup. This would see Finn do absolute numbers on Twitter, and his following stream (18th March) would also be his highest average viewers for the month and one of the top 10 average viewer totals ever. Despite the controversy that Belle brings, Finn came out of it decently well all things considered and has continued to maintain his current viewerbase while being able to have an influx of people joining and leaving. Finn would also only stream 6 times this month, same as February but without the ban. This would most likely be due to him being busy with the Battlepass in the first month of its launch as well as heading to Brighton for the Belle meetup/other photoshoots as well as heading to London late this month to discuss a potential nose job.
March 2023 - Other Related Statistics
Total Number of Streams - 6
5:30pm to 6:30pm starts - 2
6:30pm to 7:30pm starts - 1
7:30pm to 8:30pm starts - 3
Subs gained this month - 2,654
Followers Gained - 17.6k
Most Often Streamed Day - Sunday (3)
Least Often Streamed Days - Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday (1)
Longest Streaming Day - Saturday (5.5 Hours)
Total Hours Streamed - 34
Highest Followers Gained on Average Day - Saturday (1,288)
Highest Average Viewers Day - Saturday (4,445)
Followers Gained Per Stream - 2,158
Followers Gained Per Hour - 510
March 2023 - Notable Clips
- genuinely may go on HRT, not a joke (18th March 2023) - 6,559 Views
- "Just because I'm under her..." (18th March 2023) - 4,214 Views
- I regret to inform you (3rd March 2023) - 3,529 Views
2023.04.01 09:10 kkurakkurakkura 24 [M4F] Kape, inom, or chill tambay around Laguna/Alabang?
Also looking for some chill company mamayang gabi? Tara kape or inom
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2023.04.01 09:08 BlueFishcake Sexy Space Babes - The Video Game
The gas giant loomed large in the viewport, ballooning as the ship coasted toward it, the colorful blue hues of its swirling bands reflecting the glow of the system’s star.
Darren could make out the bright, scarred surface of an ice moon drifting lazily past, framed against the rivers of flowing hydrogen and helium. Silhouetted against the Jupiter-mass object was their destination – Halfpoint Station.
Having come from Earth, which was still a backwater when compared to many of the Imperium’s more developed worlds, the sheer size and grandeur of the structure took his breath away.
It was hard to gauge its true scale in the vacuum of space where there was no atmospheric haze, and there were no landmarks for reference, the unfiltered light creating harsh shadows. As they drew nearer, however, he was able to pick out some of the massive fuel tankers that swarmed its ports like clouds of gnats.
Those vessels put anything created by Humanity to shame – their purpose being to dip into the upper atmosphere of the gas giant, harvesting its resources to fuel the ships that made their berth here.
Calling it enormous was an understatement. It must have been nine miles tall, the main hull of the station forming a long, relatively thin vertical shaft. Surrounding that shaft were half a dozen rotating rings, each one connected to the central column by spokes, the pinpoints of innumerable windows glinting as they slowly turned.
At its apex was a dome of immense proportions, sitting proudly atop the structure, the crystalline material that made up its transparent hull glittering in the starlight. Inside, he could make out glimpses of regal skyscrapers and patches of parkland – an entire city encapsulated in a habitat that had a breathtaking view of the planet.
Darren pursed his lips as he looked down at the device on his wrist, the tiny display showing the familiar text of an article he must have read at least a dozen times by this point.
Halfpoint Station was situated on the outskirts of the Imperium’s sphere of influence, a region of space known only as the Periphery. This put it soundly outside of Purp jurisdiction, but the place still saw a lot of traffic, as the station was right in the middle of a relatively well-traveled shipping route between the three big powers.
While it had started its life as little more than a place to fuel up and get resupplied, being located outside any of the major spheres of influence had its benefits, and the station had garnered a bit of a reputation for its more permissive policies. Now, it was said to be populated by hired guns, smugglers, gamblers, and anyone else who might appreciate discretion.
The Human frowned as he looked out the window once more and tried to reconcile the gleaming edifice before him with the dark reputation the article in his hands presented.
He didn’t have long to dwell on it before the pilot’s crackly voice came through a hidden intercom in the cabin, informing the passengers that they were commencing docking procedures.
The woman spoke in accented Shil. What that accent was, Darren had no clue, but he knew it wasn’t the same one spoken by his professors – linguistic or mechanical.
He glanced around at his fellow travelers, seeing a few species that he didn’t recognize, along with the more familiar Shil’vati. The aliens were easily identifiable by the purple hue of their skin, their sharp tusks, and their seven-foot height.
Several of them returned his gaze, some curious, some covetous.
Males were rare in the Imperium.
Hell, males were rare, period.
By the standards of most races out in the galaxy, Humanity were the strange ones for having an equal number of men and women. Even six years into the occupation, most were still struggling to adapt to the new paradigm brought on by that reality.
Darren was no exception.
Still, he managed to ignore the stares, turning his attention to the smart display on his wrist, bringing up his itinerary. He was headed to Hab-Ring Five, and the only information that he’d been given beyond that were some coordinates to who-knew-where.
He sighed, wishing – not for the first time – that he might have a fellow first timer to converse with.
Unfortunately, that was a pipe dream.
The lack of other Humans on his ship wasn’t surprising. The Imperium had only recently relaxed enough to begin authorizing travel visas allowing Humans to leave Earth, and his kind were still a rarity on the Galactic stage.
As to why he was out here out in the ass end of space?
He’d been offered a job.
He was an engineer by trade, at least according to his degree, and he specialized in the combination of alien and Human technology. It might seem like an oddly specific skillset, but it was one that was in high demand, as just about every industry on Earth was trying to take advantage of the opportunities provided by the Imperium’s literal space-age technology.
It was complicated work, but he was quite good at it, if he said so himself – and his professors seemed to agree. His gift had catapulted him through university and had apparently landed him a very lucrative offer to take up a position on Halfpoint.
How they’d heard of him, he wasn’t too sure. Nor did he truthfully know exactly what the job entailed. Apparently, he was to be briefed on-location.
Regardless, off-world work was a rare opportunity for any Human, let alone one fresh out of school, and visiting an alien space station was a lot more interesting than backpacking around Europe for a year.
Whatever happened, it was going to be an adventure.
The ship matched velocity with one of the rotating rings, the structure at least half a mile tall in its own right, covered in tiny windows that made it look like a whole city block had been condensed down into the shape of a donut.
Now that he was a little closer, Darren could see that the station was actually far from pristine. Its hull was pocked with haphazard repairs, the newer sections shining brighter than their older counterparts, its armored panels pitted with little craters from space debris and micro-meteorite impacts.
The ship lined up with a docking port, and an umbilical walkway began to extrude from the ring, reaching out towards them. It looked like the jib of a crane, covered over with a flexible material that bore a suspicious resemblance to a grey tarp.
Surely it wasn’t actually a tarp? No, it had to be some kind of alien supertech – too advanced for him to recognize at a glance.
Right?
His thoughts did little to reassure him as the umbilical connected to the shuttle’s airlock with a tangible thud.
Shaking his head, he retrieved his travel bag, then made his way down the aisle to join the queue of passengers who were waiting to disembark. More of them crammed in behind him, and he tried to ignore their uncomfortable proximity.
He hadn’t actually spent a lot of time around aliens during his schooling. One of his professors had been a Shil, but she had been professional to a fault and had always kept a healthy distance from her students.
Of course, she had still managed to be rather intimidating despite that, her head seeming to scrape the ceiling every time she stepped into the classroom. However, Darren was rapidly discovering that being surrounded by women who stood head and shoulders above him was a different experience altogether.
It was nothing to get worked up over, though. He just needed to-
The Shil standing behind him pressed close – uncomfortably close – Darren swearing that there was room enough in the aisle for her to keep her distance. Suddenly, he felt a sharp twinge in his rear.
Had she just...pinched him? No, it had to have been a mistake.
He turned to glance over his shoulder, looking up at the towering Purp. “Sorry, Ma’am, I must have bumped into you.”
Her sly smile faded as she furrowed her brow in confusion. Before she had time to formulate a reply, the intercom above the exit beeped.
“Oh, looks like we’re moving again!” Darren chimed as he began to follow the queue. “Sorry!”
He followed the procession of towering women into the passenger ship’s airlock. Both of the pressurized doors were open, and before him stretched the umbilical. The worryingly thin material that protected them from the deadly vacuum of space was wrapped taut around a metal frame, and the walkway beneath his feet was made up of a simple grate.
After a short walk, they emerged into a cavernous dock area, so large that it was more like standing in some kind of indoor stadium than anything that could be compared to a space station. There were stacks of shipping containers and unidentifiable machinery everywhere he looked.
It was a challenge not to stop and examine the equipment, each new sight piquing his interest, each strange device begging to be investigated. As he followed the other passengers to the far end of the room – his head on a swivel – he almost bumped into one of the containers. To his surprise, it was floating a foot off the ground, suspended on an anti-gravity cushion.
It was funny – no matter how many times he saw it, it never stopped being surreal to see something just…float.
As he stooped to look beneath it, an irritated dockworker leaned out from behind it to yell at whoever was in her way. She stopped when she saw him, raising a skeptical eyebrow. She was a Rakiri, if Darren remembered correctly. She resembled a towering werewolf, a pair of cat-like eyes peering out from beneath her black fur, her facial features strangely leonine. She was clad in dirty, yellow coveralls that hung loosely from her broad shoulders, exposing the ragged tank top that she wore beneath it. Tufts of her dark coat poked out around the faded garment, giving her a surprisingly fluffy appearance.
“You lost, boy?” she asked as she shooed him out of her path. “Stay behind the yellow warning markings unless you want to get that cute butt smushed,” she added with a nod toward the deck. She continued to push her heavy container, moving it effortlessly on its gravity cushion.
More dock workers were assembling to stare at him, perhaps having never seen a Human before. Or perhaps it was because he was male? It was hard to tell. Either way, a small crowd of yellow-clad women saw him off, a couple of them hooting at him and waving. Not sure if this was some kind of alien greeting, he shyly waved back, eliciting laughter from them after a moment of surprise.
One started to make her way over to him before a menacing growl from her superior made her freeze in place sheepishly. Darren took that as his cue to move on – he didn’t want to get anyone else in trouble by being in the way.
He arrived at a security gate, and after being asked to show his visa, he was subjected to a very thorough – and in his opinion unnecessary – pat-down. Once he was cleared, he emerged into the station proper. He stepped out of the way of the women behind him, then set his travel bag down on the metal deck, taking in the alien sights and sounds for a moment.
Far from being a sterile, clinical environment, he found himself in a bustling bazaar worthy of any city back on Earth. It scarcely felt like he was standing inside a station at all, what passed for the ceiling so high above his head that he could barely make out the crisscrossing support beams and maintenance catwalks.
It was styled like a cramped street, too small for cars, almost like the city center of some old European town had been reimagined in an industrial style. Civilian quarters that resembled apartment blocks rose up towards the ceiling, connecting to it in some places, likely leading up to higher levels of the station.
In every nook and cranny – anywhere there was room – the denizens of the hab-ring had set up little stalls where they were hawking their wares to the tourists who had just boarded. Colorful awnings fluttered in the artificial breeze from the air recyclers, and insulated cables that had been patched from the station’s systems trailed along walls and floors, powering streetside food stands and colorful neon signs.
Speaking of the denizens, they came in all shapes and sizes. Darren had never seen so many varieties of alien in one place before. He could make out a few Shil and Rakiri, but most were unknown to him, the varied hues of their skin and clothes creating a bustling sea of color.
He checked the device on his wrist again, pulling up the coordinates that his new employer had forwarded to him. This was indeed Hab-Ring Five, and he’d been given what passed for an address in this strange environment. Hefting his bag once more, he made his way into the throng, having to dodge and weave between the towering aliens. Many of them barely seemed to register his presence, probably due to his comparatively small stature, though some seemed to stop and stare in confusion.
Well, I suppose Humans are pretty new on the galactic scene, he thought to himself.
The scents of strange, alien food assailed him as he navigated the cramped streets, a few of the criers singling him out. They had sharp instincts, he’d give them that. It seemed the locals could smell a tourist at thirty paces.
Maybe it was all the staring he was doing?
Eventually, he arrived at his destination, glancing up from his display to see a dingy bar. It was open to the street, built into an overhang at the base of one of the many buildings, little more than a long counter with a few stools. Above it was a blinking neon sign in a script that he couldn’t read. As he made his way inside and struggled up onto one of the tall stools, the small handful of patrons who were sitting off to his left paused their conversation to examine him.
They were Nighkru, their goat-like horns and the bruise-purple hue of their skin giving them away. Their silver eyes were striking, almost seeming to glow in the dim light of the bar, as reflective as those of a cat. Their clothing was all tight leather and straps, their skin strategically exposed in places to show off their stunning bioluminescent tattoos, the swirling patterns trailing down slender limbs and across toned midriffs.
He kept his gaze aimed forward, knowing that their kind didn’t think much of the Imperium to which he now belonged.
…Then again, that was true for pretty much every race that wasn’t a part of the massive interstellar empire. Say what you would about the Purps, but they knew how to make an impression.
The bartender walked over to him, leaning on the counter as she looked him up and down skeptically. It was another Rakiri like the dockworkers, her feline nose twitching as she took in his scent.
“You lost, or do you want something to drink?” she asked.
“No thank you, I’m waiting for someone,” he replied sheepishly as he lowered his eyes to his device again.
He was right on time, but as he looked around, there was no sign of his contact. He was supposed to meet them here, right?
The Rakiri shrugged her furry shoulders, then left him to his own devices, moving over to the small group of Nighkru.
Perhaps one of them was his contact?
He certainly hoped not. While he didn’t have anything against a person enjoying themselves with a good drink after hours, it wasn’t a good way to make a positive first impression on a prospective employee.
Fortunately for him, the surprise on one of the trio’s grey skinned faces when she happened to blearily peer in his direction dashed that possibility. Just a trio of young women out for a drink.
Unfortunately for him, after a few hastily whispered words to her friends, the group made their way over to him.
“Don’t see many males round these parts,” one of them said, her faux leather getup creaking as she planted her hands on the bar to his left. Another leaned on the counter to his right, the third posting up behind him.
“A Human, too,” the woman to his right added with a sly chuckle. “Now, what’s a Human doing all alone out on the Periphery?”
“I didn’t think the Purps were letting their pets off the leash.” the one behind him snickered.
“I don’t know,” the first said with an exaggerated shrug. “Maybe he snuck out in search of a real woman? I think we’ve all heard how Humans can be.”
That set the three of them laughing.
All the while, Darren wasn’t sure where to look, turning his head left and right as he struggled to pick a Nighkru. He settled on the woman to his left, having to lift his head to meet her gaze, those reflective eyes shining like a pair of silver coins.
“I...uh...was actually supposed to be meeting someone here.” he stammered, a little of his anxiety bleeding through.
The Nighkru gave him a warm smile that wasn’t reflected in her eyes, leaning a little closer. He tried to pull away reflexively but found another Nighkru waiting for him, something rather soft pressing against his back.
“Well, I don’t see anyone else in here but me and my friends,” one of them said as she tutted dramatically. “Maybe they stood you up?”
“Poor form, that,” the one behind him whispered into his ear. He lurched in his seat, surprised by her proximity. “Leaving a pretty young thing like you hanging.”
The first one nodded, as if that was a piece of sagely wisdom. “I know – how about my friends and I give you a personal tour of the station to make up for it?” she asked, reaching out to brush a piece of errant fluff from his collar. “We’ll even carry your luggage for you – we’re nice like that.”
She signaled to one of her compatriots with a curt nod, who then plucked his travel bag off the deck.
“Oh, that’s really not-”
He tried to stand, but he was cut off as two of the women placed their hands on his shoulders, pushing him back down into his seat. Their touch was gentle, but firm, letting him know that he wasn't going anywhere.
Darren looked to the Rakiri bartender for help, feeling more than a little overwhelmed by the turn of events, but she was staying out of it. She was feigning disinterest, cleaning a glass with a rag that didn’t look clean enough for the job.
It was clear that he wouldn’t be getting any help from her.
Was this really going to be his first experience on the station – kidnapped by a gang of alien grifters?
Just as he was getting ready to – likely ineffectually – start swinging like his life depended on it, he heard a voice ring out in a language he didn’t recognize.
The Nighkru turned their heads as one, and he followed their gaze, seeing another of their kind step in from the street. Her skin had the same twilight hue, her silvery hair pulled back into a long ponytail that trailed behind her as she strode towards them. She wore a jet-black body suit that left little to the imagination, so tight that it might have been sewn onto her, the garment open at the front to expose a chiseled midriff and the beginnings of her cleavage. Her eyes were mesmerizing, his gaze drawn to the glowing tattoos that served to accentuate them.
Oddly, unlike the trio surrounding him, she had no horns.
The stranger walked with purpose, her heels clicking on the deck, her hair swishing behind her as she came to a stop to stare down the three other women. They were already backing off, the Nighkru who had taken his bag setting it back down gingerly beside his seat. Did they know this person? They seemed so wary of her.
“Maybe we’ll see you around,” one of them whispered, her hand lingering on his shoulder for a moment before she followed her friends out into the street.
Once they were finally out of sight, Darren breathed a sigh of relief and turned to thank the newcomer. Before he could utter so much as a word, she beat him to the punch.
“You shouldn’t wander around Halfpoint alone,” she said, skipping the preamble. Her voice had a melodic tone, one that was almost musical to Darren’s ears. She planted her hands on her hips, scrutinizing him with a skeptical expression. “You’re just asking for trouble.”
“I’m just...waiting for someone,” he replied. “Thank you, by the way. I’m-”
“Do you have a weapon on you?” she asked, cutting him off. “A handgun under that jacket? Defense spray? A pocket knife?”
“What? No,” he replied, his brow furrowing. “Why would I have a gun?”
Even with a few inches of titanium-alloy plating between everyone aboard and a messy death by explosive decompression, using a firearm on the station seemed risky.
She snorted derisively, almost as though she couldn’t believe his reply.
“For your sake, I hope that whoever you’re waiting for is smarter than you are,” she said with a roll of her silver eyes. “This isn’t Earth, boy. There are no Shil Marines around to babysit you. Next time you want to play tourist, go somewhere closer to home.”
With a flick of her long hair, she turned about, vanishing into the crowd once more to leave him sitting at the bar in confusion.
Darren felt another hand on his shoulder and turned to see an Edixi wearing grease-stained overalls standing behind him. The tool belt that hung loosely about her hips let him know that she was a mechanic before she’d even had time to open her mouth.
Her kind were evolved for an aquatic environment, and although they were fully amphibious, they retained many of their ancient features. Their bodies were smooth and streamlined, with lean, lightly-muscled frames that made them look like Olympic swimmers. Her eyes were a striking ocean-green, and her azure skin was patterned with faded tiger stripes, darkening as it neared her extremities.
“You’re the new engineer, right?” she chirped excitedly.
“Darren Fogle, pleased to meet you,” he confirmed as he extended a hand. She took it, shaking it eagerly, and he noted that her fingers were webbed.
He was a little surprised by how smooth her skin was. Given the sharklike appearance of the Edixi – and her vocation – he’d expected it to be rough and scaly. Maybe cold and slimy, too. By contrast, it was warm and soft, her small scales smooth like a snake’s rather than sharp like those of a fish.
Odd.
“Oh, it is. It very much is. The boss told me to fetch you,” she said before turning back towards the street. “Don’t get lost, you hear? There are some rough types around these parts.”
Yes, she could say that again. He stooped to pick up his bag, then hurried after her, trying not to lose sight of her in the crowd. He also belatedly realized that she hadn’t told him her own name.
Was that an Edixi thing or was she just in a hurry?
The mechanic led him through the streets, which seemed to be arranged in a kind of grid pattern, always flanked by the towering hab-blocks. It was as challenging as ever to navigate when so many of the station’s inhabitants stood a head taller than him. It made him feel like a bug that was trying to avoid being stepped on.
He could only assume he’d get used to it. His guide seemed to have no problem getting around, and she was a few inches shorter than him.
Their destination was some kind of service elevator – a large platform that seemed designed to carry heavy cargo up from the docks, wide enough that a couple of trucks could have parked on it side by side. There were still a few cargo containers stacked off to one side that hadn’t been unloaded yet.
He watched as the woman hit a touch panel beside the double doors, and they began to slide shut, the platform lurching as Darren felt it start to rise. There was no grinding of machinery, no vibrations, only a sensation of getting heavier. It was obviously gravity-manipulation tech. It wasn’t too surprising – the Shil seemed to use it for just about everything, so it wasn’t too strange that the rest of the universe did as well.
Convergent technological development, he could almost imagine his Shil instructor saying as they started to descend. Good tech is good tech.
The hab-ring’s many levels flashed by one by one, until finally, the elevator slid to a smooth stop. Darren followed the happily humming mechanic out into a garage, his eyes lighting up as he took in his new surroundings.
Were those… mecha?
The bay’s walls were lined with bulky harnesses that were obviously designed to hold the machines in place, a few of the berths already occupied by half-disassembled vehicles.
They were!
“Real life mecha,” he mumbled.
As a mechanic, he wasn’t ignorant of the genre. After all, what kind of engineer didn’t hold a soft spot for giant stompy robots? Of course, as an engineer, he also held an inherent disdain for anyone that actually thought said machines were even remotely practical outside of the realm of fiction.
The Square Cube Law was a harsh mistress.
The long and short of it was that if you doubled a machine's height while keeping it the same shape, you ended up with four times the muscle power moving eight times the mass. As a result, instead of having the same relative agility as the original, the double-sized machine actually had only half.
That was why ants could lift so much relative to their weight. If you scaled one up, you’d end up with a much less impressive power to weight ration.
And, the problem only got worse the bigger you went. Giant robots would be slow, cumbersome, and they would inevitably suffer from exploding ankles if they tried to move too fast. They’d also sink in just about any terrain that was even slightly porous.
All in all, mecha were a cool concept with absolutely zero real world applications.
Which was why he was so stunned to see some in real life. Sure, the Shil military liked to use exos, but they were really just power armor by any other name with thrusters attached. Besides, the only reason those things could skip around like they did was because they had anti-grav generators…
His thoughts trailed off as an idea occurred to him. He jogged over to the nearest machine, peering up at the twenty-foot humanoid monstrosity. Its legs had been detached, leaving only a bulky torso covered in half-stripped sensory equipment, lenses and scanners visible where their protective covers had been removed. The cockpit was open, revealing the pilot’s seat, along with the surrounding neural interface cables that hung loose like the entrails of some mechanical beast. Its weapon attachments were empty, but it was nonetheless an awe-inspiring sight.
Sure enough, there were two oversized humps on the back. One was clearly for the thing’s fusion engine – and the other must have held the anti-grav generator.
“Darren?” the mechanic asked, having only just realized that he wasn’t behind her. “Aren’t you coming?”
“Y-yeah,” he said, jogging for a few paces to catch up. “That’s a mecha!”
The blue-hued alien nodded slowly. “Yes?”
“A mecha,” he reiterated.
Which prompted another slow nod. “You’ve never seen a gladiator mech before?”
“No.”
“Didn’t they tell you what job you’d be doing?” the mechanic asked, cocking her head in a rather adorable manner.
“No?” This time it was his turn to cock his head.
Several emotions seemed to fly across the alien’s face. He saw surprise, confusion, and dismay before she finally settled on irritation.
“Typical,” she grunted. “Just… follow me.”
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Darren could make out the bright, scarred surface of an ice moon drifting lazily past, framed against the rivers of flowing hydrogen and helium. Silhouetted against the Jupiter-mass object was their destination – Halfpoint Station.
Having come from Earth, which was still a backwater when compared to many of the Imperium’s more developed worlds, the sheer size and grandeur of the structure took his breath away.
It was hard to gauge its true scale in the vacuum of space where there was no atmospheric haze, and there were no landmarks for reference, the unfiltered light creating harsh shadows. As they drew nearer, however, he was able to pick out some of the massive fuel tankers that swarmed its ports like clouds of gnats.
Those vessels put anything created by Humanity to shame – their purpose being to dip into the upper atmosphere of the gas giant, harvesting its resources to fuel the ships that made their berth here.
Calling it enormous was an understatement. It must have been nine miles tall, the main hull of the station forming a long, relatively thin vertical shaft. Surrounding that shaft were half a dozen rotating rings, each one connected to the central column by spokes, the pinpoints of innumerable windows glinting as they slowly turned.
At its apex was a dome of immense proportions, sitting proudly atop the structure, the crystalline material that made up its transparent hull glittering in the starlight. Inside, he could make out glimpses of regal skyscrapers and patches of parkland – an entire city encapsulated in a habitat that had a breathtaking view of the planet.
Darren pursed his lips as he looked down at the device on his wrist, the tiny display showing the familiar text of an article he must have read at least a dozen times by this point.
Halfpoint Station was situated on the outskirts of the Imperium’s sphere of influence, a region of space known only as the Periphery. This put it soundly outside of Purp jurisdiction, but the place still saw a lot of traffic, as the station was right in the middle of a relatively well-traveled shipping route between the three big powers.
While it had started its life as little more than a place to fuel up and get resupplied, being located outside any of the major spheres of influence had its benefits, and the station had garnered a bit of a reputation for its more permissive policies. Now, it was said to be populated by hired guns, smugglers, gamblers, and anyone else who might appreciate discretion.
The Human frowned as he looked out the window once more and tried to reconcile the gleaming edifice before him with the dark reputation the article in his hands presented.
He didn’t have long to dwell on it before the pilot’s crackly voice came through a hidden intercom in the cabin, informing the passengers that they were commencing docking procedures.
The woman spoke in accented Shil. What that accent was, Darren had no clue, but he knew it wasn’t the same one spoken by his professors – linguistic or mechanical.
He glanced around at his fellow travelers, seeing a few species that he didn’t recognize, along with the more familiar Shil’vati. The aliens were easily identifiable by the purple hue of their skin, their sharp tusks, and their seven-foot height.
Several of them returned his gaze, some curious, some covetous.
Males were rare in the Imperium.
Hell, males were rare, period.
By the standards of most races out in the galaxy, Humanity were the strange ones for having an equal number of men and women. Even six years into the occupation, most were still struggling to adapt to the new paradigm brought on by that reality.
Darren was no exception.
Still, he managed to ignore the stares, turning his attention to the smart display on his wrist, bringing up his itinerary. He was headed to Hab-Ring Five, and the only information that he’d been given beyond that were some coordinates to who-knew-where.
He sighed, wishing – not for the first time – that he might have a fellow first timer to converse with.
Unfortunately, that was a pipe dream.
The lack of other Humans on his ship wasn’t surprising. The Imperium had only recently relaxed enough to begin authorizing travel visas allowing Humans to leave Earth, and his kind were still a rarity on the Galactic stage.
As to why he was out here out in the ass end of space?
He’d been offered a job.
He was an engineer by trade, at least according to his degree, and he specialized in the combination of alien and Human technology. It might seem like an oddly specific skillset, but it was one that was in high demand, as just about every industry on Earth was trying to take advantage of the opportunities provided by the Imperium’s literal space-age technology.
It was complicated work, but he was quite good at it, if he said so himself – and his professors seemed to agree. His gift had catapulted him through university and had apparently landed him a very lucrative offer to take up a position on Halfpoint.
How they’d heard of him, he wasn’t too sure. Nor did he truthfully know exactly what the job entailed. Apparently, he was to be briefed on-location.
Regardless, off-world work was a rare opportunity for any Human, let alone one fresh out of school, and visiting an alien space station was a lot more interesting than backpacking around Europe for a year.
Whatever happened, it was going to be an adventure.
The ship matched velocity with one of the rotating rings, the structure at least half a mile tall in its own right, covered in tiny windows that made it look like a whole city block had been condensed down into the shape of a donut.
Now that he was a little closer, Darren could see that the station was actually far from pristine. Its hull was pocked with haphazard repairs, the newer sections shining brighter than their older counterparts, its armored panels pitted with little craters from space debris and micro-meteorite impacts.
The ship lined up with a docking port, and an umbilical walkway began to extrude from the ring, reaching out towards them. It looked like the jib of a crane, covered over with a flexible material that bore a suspicious resemblance to a grey tarp.
Surely it wasn’t actually a tarp? No, it had to be some kind of alien supertech – too advanced for him to recognize at a glance.
Right?
His thoughts did little to reassure him as the umbilical connected to the shuttle’s airlock with a tangible thud.
Shaking his head, he retrieved his travel bag, then made his way down the aisle to join the queue of passengers who were waiting to disembark. More of them crammed in behind him, and he tried to ignore their uncomfortable proximity.
He hadn’t actually spent a lot of time around aliens during his schooling. One of his professors had been a Shil, but she had been professional to a fault and had always kept a healthy distance from her students.
Of course, she had still managed to be rather intimidating despite that, her head seeming to scrape the ceiling every time she stepped into the classroom. However, Darren was rapidly discovering that being surrounded by women who stood head and shoulders above him was a different experience altogether.
It was nothing to get worked up over, though. He just needed to-
The Shil standing behind him pressed close – uncomfortably close – Darren swearing that there was room enough in the aisle for her to keep her distance. Suddenly, he felt a sharp twinge in his rear.
Had she just...pinched him? No, it had to have been a mistake.
He turned to glance over his shoulder, looking up at the towering Purp. “Sorry, Ma’am, I must have bumped into you.”
Her sly smile faded as she furrowed her brow in confusion. Before she had time to formulate a reply, the intercom above the exit beeped.
“Oh, looks like we’re moving again!” Darren chimed as he began to follow the queue. “Sorry!”
He followed the procession of towering women into the passenger ship’s airlock. Both of the pressurized doors were open, and before him stretched the umbilical. The worryingly thin material that protected them from the deadly vacuum of space was wrapped taut around a metal frame, and the walkway beneath his feet was made up of a simple grate.
After a short walk, they emerged into a cavernous dock area, so large that it was more like standing in some kind of indoor stadium than anything that could be compared to a space station. There were stacks of shipping containers and unidentifiable machinery everywhere he looked.
It was a challenge not to stop and examine the equipment, each new sight piquing his interest, each strange device begging to be investigated. As he followed the other passengers to the far end of the room – his head on a swivel – he almost bumped into one of the containers. To his surprise, it was floating a foot off the ground, suspended on an anti-gravity cushion.
It was funny – no matter how many times he saw it, it never stopped being surreal to see something just…float.
As he stooped to look beneath it, an irritated dockworker leaned out from behind it to yell at whoever was in her way. She stopped when she saw him, raising a skeptical eyebrow. She was a Rakiri, if Darren remembered correctly. She resembled a towering werewolf, a pair of cat-like eyes peering out from beneath her black fur, her facial features strangely leonine. She was clad in dirty, yellow coveralls that hung loosely from her broad shoulders, exposing the ragged tank top that she wore beneath it. Tufts of her dark coat poked out around the faded garment, giving her a surprisingly fluffy appearance.
“You lost, boy?” she asked as she shooed him out of her path. “Stay behind the yellow warning markings unless you want to get that cute butt smushed,” she added with a nod toward the deck. She continued to push her heavy container, moving it effortlessly on its gravity cushion.
More dock workers were assembling to stare at him, perhaps having never seen a Human before. Or perhaps it was because he was male? It was hard to tell. Either way, a small crowd of yellow-clad women saw him off, a couple of them hooting at him and waving. Not sure if this was some kind of alien greeting, he shyly waved back, eliciting laughter from them after a moment of surprise.
One started to make her way over to him before a menacing growl from her superior made her freeze in place sheepishly. Darren took that as his cue to move on – he didn’t want to get anyone else in trouble by being in the way.
He arrived at a security gate, and after being asked to show his visa, he was subjected to a very thorough – and in his opinion unnecessary – pat-down. Once he was cleared, he emerged into the station proper. He stepped out of the way of the women behind him, then set his travel bag down on the metal deck, taking in the alien sights and sounds for a moment.
Far from being a sterile, clinical environment, he found himself in a bustling bazaar worthy of any city back on Earth. It scarcely felt like he was standing inside a station at all, what passed for the ceiling so high above his head that he could barely make out the crisscrossing support beams and maintenance catwalks.
It was styled like a cramped street, too small for cars, almost like the city center of some old European town had been reimagined in an industrial style. Civilian quarters that resembled apartment blocks rose up towards the ceiling, connecting to it in some places, likely leading up to higher levels of the station.
In every nook and cranny – anywhere there was room – the denizens of the hab-ring had set up little stalls where they were hawking their wares to the tourists who had just boarded. Colorful awnings fluttered in the artificial breeze from the air recyclers, and insulated cables that had been patched from the station’s systems trailed along walls and floors, powering streetside food stands and colorful neon signs.
Speaking of the denizens, they came in all shapes and sizes. Darren had never seen so many varieties of alien in one place before. He could make out a few Shil and Rakiri, but most were unknown to him, the varied hues of their skin and clothes creating a bustling sea of color.
He checked the device on his wrist again, pulling up the coordinates that his new employer had forwarded to him. This was indeed Hab-Ring Five, and he’d been given what passed for an address in this strange environment. Hefting his bag once more, he made his way into the throng, having to dodge and weave between the towering aliens. Many of them barely seemed to register his presence, probably due to his comparatively small stature, though some seemed to stop and stare in confusion.
Well, I suppose Humans are pretty new on the galactic scene, he thought to himself.
The scents of strange, alien food assailed him as he navigated the cramped streets, a few of the criers singling him out. They had sharp instincts, he’d give them that. It seemed the locals could smell a tourist at thirty paces.
Maybe it was all the staring he was doing?
Eventually, he arrived at his destination, glancing up from his display to see a dingy bar. It was open to the street, built into an overhang at the base of one of the many buildings, little more than a long counter with a few stools. Above it was a blinking neon sign in a script that he couldn’t read. As he made his way inside and struggled up onto one of the tall stools, the small handful of patrons who were sitting off to his left paused their conversation to examine him.
They were Nighkru, their goat-like horns and the bruise-purple hue of their skin giving them away. Their silver eyes were striking, almost seeming to glow in the dim light of the bar, as reflective as those of a cat. Their clothing was all tight leather and straps, their skin strategically exposed in places to show off their stunning bioluminescent tattoos, the swirling patterns trailing down slender limbs and across toned midriffs.
He kept his gaze aimed forward, knowing that their kind didn’t think much of the Imperium to which he now belonged.
…Then again, that was true for pretty much every race that wasn’t a part of the massive interstellar empire. Say what you would about the Purps, but they knew how to make an impression.
The bartender walked over to him, leaning on the counter as she looked him up and down skeptically. It was another Rakiri like the dockworkers, her feline nose twitching as she took in his scent.
“You lost, or do you want something to drink?” she asked.
“No thank you, I’m waiting for someone,” he replied sheepishly as he lowered his eyes to his device again.
He was right on time, but as he looked around, there was no sign of his contact. He was supposed to meet them here, right?
The Rakiri shrugged her furry shoulders, then left him to his own devices, moving over to the small group of Nighkru.
Perhaps one of them was his contact?
He certainly hoped not. While he didn’t have anything against a person enjoying themselves with a good drink after hours, it wasn’t a good way to make a positive first impression on a prospective employee.
Fortunately for him, the surprise on one of the trio’s grey skinned faces when she happened to blearily peer in his direction dashed that possibility. Just a trio of young women out for a drink.
Unfortunately for him, after a few hastily whispered words to her friends, the group made their way over to him.
“Don’t see many males round these parts,” one of them said, her faux leather getup creaking as she planted her hands on the bar to his left. Another leaned on the counter to his right, the third posting up behind him.
“A Human, too,” the woman to his right added with a sly chuckle. “Now, what’s a Human doing all alone out on the Periphery?”
“I didn’t think the Purps were letting their pets off the leash.” the one behind him snickered.
“I don’t know,” the first said with an exaggerated shrug. “Maybe he snuck out in search of a real woman? I think we’ve all heard how Humans can be.”
That set the three of them laughing.
All the while, Darren wasn’t sure where to look, turning his head left and right as he struggled to pick a Nighkru. He settled on the woman to his left, having to lift his head to meet her gaze, those reflective eyes shining like a pair of silver coins.
“I...uh...was actually supposed to be meeting someone here.” he stammered, a little of his anxiety bleeding through.
The Nighkru gave him a warm smile that wasn’t reflected in her eyes, leaning a little closer. He tried to pull away reflexively but found another Nighkru waiting for him, something rather soft pressing against his back.
“Well, I don’t see anyone else in here but me and my friends,” one of them said as she tutted dramatically. “Maybe they stood you up?”
“Poor form, that,” the one behind him whispered into his ear. He lurched in his seat, surprised by her proximity. “Leaving a pretty young thing like you hanging.”
The first one nodded, as if that was a piece of sagely wisdom. “I know – how about my friends and I give you a personal tour of the station to make up for it?” she asked, reaching out to brush a piece of errant fluff from his collar. “We’ll even carry your luggage for you – we’re nice like that.”
She signaled to one of her compatriots with a curt nod, who then plucked his travel bag off the deck.
“Oh, that’s really not-”
He tried to stand, but he was cut off as two of the women placed their hands on his shoulders, pushing him back down into his seat. Their touch was gentle, but firm, letting him know that he wasn't going anywhere.
Darren looked to the Rakiri bartender for help, feeling more than a little overwhelmed by the turn of events, but she was staying out of it. She was feigning disinterest, cleaning a glass with a rag that didn’t look clean enough for the job.
It was clear that he wouldn’t be getting any help from her.
Was this really going to be his first experience on the station – kidnapped by a gang of alien grifters?
Just as he was getting ready to – likely ineffectually – start swinging like his life depended on it, he heard a voice ring out in a language he didn’t recognize.
The Nighkru turned their heads as one, and he followed their gaze, seeing another of their kind step in from the street. Her skin had the same twilight hue, her silvery hair pulled back into a long ponytail that trailed behind her as she strode towards them. She wore a jet-black body suit that left little to the imagination, so tight that it might have been sewn onto her, the garment open at the front to expose a chiseled midriff and the beginnings of her cleavage. Her eyes were mesmerizing, his gaze drawn to the glowing tattoos that served to accentuate them.
Oddly, unlike the trio surrounding him, she had no horns.
The stranger walked with purpose, her heels clicking on the deck, her hair swishing behind her as she came to a stop to stare down the three other women. They were already backing off, the Nighkru who had taken his bag setting it back down gingerly beside his seat. Did they know this person? They seemed so wary of her.
“Maybe we’ll see you around,” one of them whispered, her hand lingering on his shoulder for a moment before she followed her friends out into the street.
Once they were finally out of sight, Darren breathed a sigh of relief and turned to thank the newcomer. Before he could utter so much as a word, she beat him to the punch.
“You shouldn’t wander around Halfpoint alone,” she said, skipping the preamble. Her voice had a melodic tone, one that was almost musical to Darren’s ears. She planted her hands on her hips, scrutinizing him with a skeptical expression. “You’re just asking for trouble.”
“I’m just...waiting for someone,” he replied. “Thank you, by the way. I’m-”
“Do you have a weapon on you?” she asked, cutting him off. “A handgun under that jacket? Defense spray? A pocket knife?”
“What? No,” he replied, his brow furrowing. “Why would I have a gun?”
Even with a few inches of titanium-alloy plating between everyone aboard and a messy death by explosive decompression, using a firearm on the station seemed risky.
She snorted derisively, almost as though she couldn’t believe his reply.
“For your sake, I hope that whoever you’re waiting for is smarter than you are,” she said with a roll of her silver eyes. “This isn’t Earth, boy. There are no Shil Marines around to babysit you. Next time you want to play tourist, go somewhere closer to home.”
With a flick of her long hair, she turned about, vanishing into the crowd once more to leave him sitting at the bar in confusion.
Darren felt another hand on his shoulder and turned to see an Edixi wearing grease-stained overalls standing behind him. The tool belt that hung loosely about her hips let him know that she was a mechanic before she’d even had time to open her mouth.
Her kind were evolved for an aquatic environment, and although they were fully amphibious, they retained many of their ancient features. Their bodies were smooth and streamlined, with lean, lightly-muscled frames that made them look like Olympic swimmers. Her eyes were a striking ocean-green, and her azure skin was patterned with faded tiger stripes, darkening as it neared her extremities.
“You’re the new engineer, right?” she chirped excitedly.
“Darren Fogle, pleased to meet you,” he confirmed as he extended a hand. She took it, shaking it eagerly, and he noted that her fingers were webbed.
He was a little surprised by how smooth her skin was. Given the sharklike appearance of the Edixi – and her vocation – he’d expected it to be rough and scaly. Maybe cold and slimy, too. By contrast, it was warm and soft, her small scales smooth like a snake’s rather than sharp like those of a fish.
Odd.
“Oh, it is. It very much is. The boss told me to fetch you,” she said before turning back towards the street. “Don’t get lost, you hear? There are some rough types around these parts.”
Yes, she could say that again. He stooped to pick up his bag, then hurried after her, trying not to lose sight of her in the crowd. He also belatedly realized that she hadn’t told him her own name.
Was that an Edixi thing or was she just in a hurry?
The mechanic led him through the streets, which seemed to be arranged in a kind of grid pattern, always flanked by the towering hab-blocks. It was as challenging as ever to navigate when so many of the station’s inhabitants stood a head taller than him. It made him feel like a bug that was trying to avoid being stepped on.
He could only assume he’d get used to it. His guide seemed to have no problem getting around, and she was a few inches shorter than him.
Their destination was some kind of service elevator – a large platform that seemed designed to carry heavy cargo up from the docks, wide enough that a couple of trucks could have parked on it side by side. There were still a few cargo containers stacked off to one side that hadn’t been unloaded yet.
He watched as the woman hit a touch panel beside the double doors, and they began to slide shut, the platform lurching as Darren felt it start to rise. There was no grinding of machinery, no vibrations, only a sensation of getting heavier. It was obviously gravity-manipulation tech. It wasn’t too surprising – the Shil seemed to use it for just about everything, so it wasn’t too strange that the rest of the universe did as well.
Convergent technological development, he could almost imagine his Shil instructor saying as they started to descend. Good tech is good tech.
The hab-ring’s many levels flashed by one by one, until finally, the elevator slid to a smooth stop. Darren followed the happily humming mechanic out into a garage, his eyes lighting up as he took in his new surroundings.
Were those… mecha?
The bay’s walls were lined with bulky harnesses that were obviously designed to hold the machines in place, a few of the berths already occupied by half-disassembled vehicles.
They were!
“Real life mecha,” he mumbled.
As a mechanic, he wasn’t ignorant of the genre. After all, what kind of engineer didn’t hold a soft spot for giant stompy robots? Of course, as an engineer, he also held an inherent disdain for anyone that actually thought said machines were even remotely practical outside of the realm of fiction.
The Square Cube Law was a harsh mistress.
The long and short of it was that if you doubled a machine's height while keeping it the same shape, you ended up with four times the muscle power moving eight times the mass. As a result, instead of having the same relative agility as the original, the double-sized machine actually had only half.
That was why ants could lift so much relative to their weight. If you scaled one up, you’d end up with a much less impressive power to weight ration.
And, the problem only got worse the bigger you went. Giant robots would be slow, cumbersome, and they would inevitably suffer from exploding ankles if they tried to move too fast. They’d also sink in just about any terrain that was even slightly porous.
All in all, mecha were a cool concept with absolutely zero real world applications.
Which was why he was so stunned to see some in real life. Sure, the Shil military liked to use exos, but they were really just power armor by any other name with thrusters attached. Besides, the only reason those things could skip around like they did was because they had anti-grav generators…
His thoughts trailed off as an idea occurred to him. He jogged over to the nearest machine, peering up at the twenty-foot humanoid monstrosity. Its legs had been detached, leaving only a bulky torso covered in half-stripped sensory equipment, lenses and scanners visible where their protective covers had been removed. The cockpit was open, revealing the pilot’s seat, along with the surrounding neural interface cables that hung loose like the entrails of some mechanical beast. Its weapon attachments were empty, but it was nonetheless an awe-inspiring sight.
Sure enough, there were two oversized humps on the back. One was clearly for the thing’s fusion engine – and the other must have held the anti-grav generator.
“Darren?” the mechanic asked, having only just realized that he wasn’t behind her. “Aren’t you coming?”
“Y-yeah,” he said, jogging for a few paces to catch up. “That’s a mecha!”
The blue-hued alien nodded slowly. “Yes?”
“A mecha,” he reiterated.
Which prompted another slow nod. “You’ve never seen a gladiator mech before?”
“No.”
“Didn’t they tell you what job you’d be doing?” the mechanic asked, cocking her head in a rather adorable manner.
“No?” This time it was his turn to cock his head.
Several emotions seemed to fly across the alien’s face. He saw surprise, confusion, and dismay before she finally settled on irritation.
“Typical,” she grunted. “Just… follow me.”
AN: https://youtu.be/a3Xp1WhRQ9Q
2023.04.01 09:08 Zb54123 If you have a hot Asian that can make me cum it's time to hand her over! Kik: zb54123
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2023.04.01 09:07 krim2182 I went to urgent care because I wasn't getting better after a week of almost passing out, to being admitted into a cancer facility within 2 days.
It started about a month ago, me noticing that I couldn't walk very far without running out of breath. Walking up and down the stairs about took me out. Whenever I stood I almost passed out. Did a quick Google search and it seemed like anemia could be the issue. So I went and picked up some supplements. Last Thursday I noticed I became incoherent at work, I couldn't see straight, something was wrong. I had to get my mom to come grab me from work because of how unsafe it would have been for me to drive.
I got home, and was so cold, but had a fever. I ended up getting strep throat throughout this. Fast forward to Thursday and I'm in the shower and I was going down. I had enough time to protect myself from a massive fall, but it took me another 30 minutes to get dressed and downstairs. So I told my husband I needed him to drop me off at urgent care.
Quick blood work showed my hemoglobin was 34. So they sent me to a hospital asap. The hospital took more blood work and gave me my first transfusion. They transfered me to another hospital that had a hematology team. 3 blood transfusions later and my levels are still low. I had so much blood drawn I was near tears every time someone came for a blood sample. I was in the ER waiting for a bed during all this.
Today comes around and a doctor from the hematology team comes around and explains the situation. He said the words leukemia. He explains that ill still need a bone marrow biopsy to fully determine what type.
So since 10am i have had a bone marrow biopsy, a CT scan, and echocardiogram, an ekg, had a central line placed and have been admitted to our cities best cancer facility. I'm still in shock. It doesn't feel real. I thought it was just anemia.
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I got home, and was so cold, but had a fever. I ended up getting strep throat throughout this. Fast forward to Thursday and I'm in the shower and I was going down. I had enough time to protect myself from a massive fall, but it took me another 30 minutes to get dressed and downstairs. So I told my husband I needed him to drop me off at urgent care.
Quick blood work showed my hemoglobin was 34. So they sent me to a hospital asap. The hospital took more blood work and gave me my first transfusion. They transfered me to another hospital that had a hematology team. 3 blood transfusions later and my levels are still low. I had so much blood drawn I was near tears every time someone came for a blood sample. I was in the ER waiting for a bed during all this.
Today comes around and a doctor from the hematology team comes around and explains the situation. He said the words leukemia. He explains that ill still need a bone marrow biopsy to fully determine what type.
So since 10am i have had a bone marrow biopsy, a CT scan, and echocardiogram, an ekg, had a central line placed and have been admitted to our cities best cancer facility. I'm still in shock. It doesn't feel real. I thought it was just anemia.
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2023.04.01 09:07 big_panda Players, it’s bar with no name, not bar with BIG name.
Shuri players, Galactus players heck even Odin players - it’s getting embarrassing now.
I slotted in Rhino in hope to mess with regular meta decks cause I thought ‘surely no one will play on bar with no name so I can snipe it round 6’.
I’ve climbed 4 ranks in an hour now. I have no idea why they’re snapping ME on turn 5 after dropping something big on bar with no name. I even saw a dude dropping white tiger and then Odin it. Like why?
Get ‘em while it’s hot people because either the servers are swarmed with bots or Shuri players are really that slow in the brain.
Rank 79 atm so no this isn’t wood league.
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I slotted in Rhino in hope to mess with regular meta decks cause I thought ‘surely no one will play on bar with no name so I can snipe it round 6’.
I’ve climbed 4 ranks in an hour now. I have no idea why they’re snapping ME on turn 5 after dropping something big on bar with no name. I even saw a dude dropping white tiger and then Odin it. Like why?
Get ‘em while it’s hot people because either the servers are swarmed with bots or Shuri players are really that slow in the brain.
Rank 79 atm so no this isn’t wood league.
2023.04.01 09:06 FishingNo5516 Ticking Player Crash Help
I was playing a modpack, and one of the mobs dropped an item, and when I went to go pick the item up, I got a error and my game crashed, and I can't join the game anymore. Can someone help me and tell what went wrong and how do I fix it? Heres the crash report
---- Minecraft Crash Report ----
WARNING: coremods are present:
TenshiCore (TenshiLib-1.12.2-1.2.4.jar)
ForgelinPlugin (Forgelin-1.8.4.jar)
TransformLoader (DynamicSurroundings-1.12.2-3.6.2.1.jar)
Quark Plugin (Quark-r1.6-179.jar)
BetterFoliageLoader (BetterFoliage-MC1.12-2.2.0.jar)
ThiccEntities Plugin (thiccentities-1.4.jar)
FutureMC (future-mc-1.12.2-0.2.6.1.jar)
LoadingPlugin (Bloodmoon-MC1.12.2-1.5.3.jar)
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// Daisy, daisy...
Time: 3/31/23 11:52 PM
Description: Ticking player
java.lang.NoSuchMethodError: com.oblivioussp.spartanshields.item.ItemShieldBotania.requestManaForRepair(Lnet/minecraft/item/ItemStack;Lnet/minecraft/entity/playeEntityPlayer;I)Z
A detailed walkthrough of the error, its code path and all known details is as follows:
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-- Head --
Thread: Server thread
Stacktrace:
-- Player being ticked --
Details:
-- Ticking connection --
Details:
-- System Details --
Details:
com.flemmli97.tenshilib.asm.ASMTransformer
ForgelinPlugin (Forgelin-1.8.4.jar)
TransformLoader (DynamicSurroundings-1.12.2-3.6.2.1.jar)
Quark Plugin (Quark-r1.6-179.jar)
vazkii.quark.base.asm.ClassTransformer
BetterFoliageLoader (BetterFoliage-MC1.12-2.2.0.jar)
mods.betterfoliage.loader.BetterFoliageTransformer
ThiccEntities Plugin (thiccentities-1.4.jar)
wiresegal.thicc.asm.ThiccAsmTransformer
FutureMC (future-mc-1.12.2-0.2.6.1.jar)
thedarkcolour.futuremc.asm.CoreTransformer
LoadingPlugin (Bloodmoon-MC1.12.2-1.5.3.jar)
lumien.bloodmoon.asm.ClassTransformer
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---- Minecraft Crash Report ----
WARNING: coremods are present:
TenshiCore (TenshiLib-1.12.2-1.2.4.jar)
ForgelinPlugin (Forgelin-1.8.4.jar)
TransformLoader (DynamicSurroundings-1.12.2-3.6.2.1.jar)
Quark Plugin (Quark-r1.6-179.jar)
BetterFoliageLoader (BetterFoliage-MC1.12-2.2.0.jar)
ThiccEntities Plugin (thiccentities-1.4.jar)
FutureMC (future-mc-1.12.2-0.2.6.1.jar)
LoadingPlugin (Bloodmoon-MC1.12.2-1.5.3.jar)
Contact their authors BEFORE contacting forge
// Daisy, daisy...
Time: 3/31/23 11:52 PM
Description: Ticking player
java.lang.NoSuchMethodError: com.oblivioussp.spartanshields.item.ItemShieldBotania.requestManaForRepair(Lnet/minecraft/item/ItemStack;Lnet/minecraft/entity/playeEntityPlayer;I)Z
at com.oblivioussp.spartanshields.item.ItemShieldBotania.func\_77663\_a([ItemShieldBotania.java:61](https://ItemShieldBotania.java:61)) at net.minecraft.item.ItemStack.func\_77945\_a([ItemStack.java:526](https://ItemStack.java:526)) at net.minecraft.entity.player.InventoryPlayer.func\_70429\_k([InventoryPlayer.java:363](https://InventoryPlayer.java:363)) at net.minecraft.entity.player.EntityPlayer.func\_70636\_d([EntityPlayer.java:511](https://EntityPlayer.java:511)) at net.minecraft.entity.EntityLivingBase.func\_70071\_h\_([EntityLivingBase.java:2179](https://EntityLivingBase.java:2179)) at net.minecraft.entity.player.EntityPlayer.func\_70071\_h\_([EntityPlayer.java:234](https://EntityPlayer.java:234)) at net.minecraft.entity.player.EntityPlayerMP.func\_71127\_g([EntityPlayerMP.java:382](https://EntityPlayerMP.java:382)) at net.minecraft.network.NetHandlerPlayServer.func\_73660\_a([NetHandlerPlayServer.java:173](https://NetHandlerPlayServer.java:173)) at net.minecraftforge.fml.common.network.handshake.NetworkDispatcher$1.func\_73660\_a([NetworkDispatcher.java:209](https://NetworkDispatcher.java:209)) at net.minecraft.network.NetworkManager.func\_74428\_b([NetworkManager.java:285](https://NetworkManager.java:285)) at net.minecraft.network.NetworkSystem.func\_151269\_c([NetworkSystem.java:180](https://NetworkSystem.java:180)) at net.minecraft.server.MinecraftServer.func\_71190\_q([MinecraftServer.java:790](https://MinecraftServer.java:790)) at net.minecraft.server.MinecraftServer.func\_71217\_p([MinecraftServer.java:668](https://MinecraftServer.java:668)) at net.minecraft.server.integrated.IntegratedServer.func\_71217\_p([IntegratedServer.java:279](https://IntegratedServer.java:279)) at [net.minecraft.server.MinecraftServer.run](https://net.minecraft.server.MinecraftServer.run)([MinecraftServer.java:526](https://MinecraftServer.java:526)) at [java.lang.Thread.run](https://java.lang.Thread.run)([Thread.java:745](https://Thread.java:745))
A detailed walkthrough of the error, its code path and all known details is as follows:
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-- Head --
Thread: Server thread
Stacktrace:
at com.oblivioussp.spartanshields.item.ItemShieldBotania.func\_77663\_a([ItemShieldBotania.java:61](https://ItemShieldBotania.java:61)) at net.minecraft.item.ItemStack.func\_77945\_a([ItemStack.java:526](https://ItemStack.java:526)) at net.minecraft.entity.player.InventoryPlayer.func\_70429\_k([InventoryPlayer.java:363](https://InventoryPlayer.java:363)) at net.minecraft.entity.player.EntityPlayer.func\_70636\_d([EntityPlayer.java:511](https://EntityPlayer.java:511)) at net.minecraft.entity.EntityLivingBase.func\_70071\_h\_([EntityLivingBase.java:2179](https://EntityLivingBase.java:2179)) at net.minecraft.entity.player.EntityPlayer.func\_70071\_h\_([EntityPlayer.java:234](https://EntityPlayer.java:234))
-- Player being ticked --
Details:
Entity Type: null (net.minecraft.entity.player.EntityPlayerMP) Entity ID: 291 Entity Name: varuniemcfruity Entity's Exact location: 349.64, 64.00, 55.85 Entity's Block location: World: (349,64,55), Chunk: (at 13,4,7 in 21,3; contains blocks 336,0,48 to 351,255,63), Region: (0,0; contains chunks 0,0 to 31,31, blocks 0,0,0 to 511,255,511) Entity's Momentum: 0.00, -0.08, 0.00 Entity's Passengers: \[\] Entity's Vehicle: \~\~ERROR\~\~ NullPointerException: nullStacktrace:
at net.minecraft.entity.player.EntityPlayerMP.func\_71127\_g([EntityPlayerMP.java:382](https://EntityPlayerMP.java:382)) at net.minecraft.network.NetHandlerPlayServer.func\_73660\_a([NetHandlerPlayServer.java:173](https://NetHandlerPlayServer.java:173)) at net.minecraftforge.fml.common.network.handshake.NetworkDispatcher$1.func\_73660\_a([NetworkDispatcher.java:209](https://NetworkDispatcher.java:209)) at net.minecraft.network.NetworkManager.func\_74428\_b([NetworkManager.java:285](https://NetworkManager.java:285))
-- Ticking connection --
Details:
Connection: [email protected]Stacktrace:
at net.minecraft.network.NetworkSystem.func\_151269\_c([NetworkSystem.java:180](https://NetworkSystem.java:180)) at net.minecraft.server.MinecraftServer.func\_71190\_q([MinecraftServer.java:790](https://MinecraftServer.java:790)) at net.minecraft.server.MinecraftServer.func\_71217\_p([MinecraftServer.java:668](https://MinecraftServer.java:668)) at net.minecraft.server.integrated.IntegratedServer.func\_71217\_p([IntegratedServer.java:279](https://IntegratedServer.java:279)) at [net.minecraft.server.MinecraftServer.run](https://net.minecraft.server.MinecraftServer.run)([MinecraftServer.java:526](https://MinecraftServer.java:526)) at [java.lang.Thread.run](https://java.lang.Thread.run)([Thread.java:745](https://Thread.java:745))
-- System Details --
Details:
Minecraft Version: 1.12.2 Operating System: Windows 10 (amd64) version 10.0 Java Version: 1.8.0\_51, Oracle Corporation Java VM Version: Java HotSpot(TM) 64-Bit Server VM (mixed mode), Oracle Corporation Memory: 2050538432 bytes (1955 MB) / 4459593728 bytes (4253 MB) up to 11453595648 bytes (10923 MB) JVM Flags: 3 total; -XX:HeapDumpPath=MojangTricksIntelDriversForPerformance\_javaw.exe\_minecraft.exe.heapdump -Xmx12288m -Xms256m IntCache: cache: 0, tcache: 0, allocated: 1, tallocated: 93 FML: MCP 9.42 Powered by Forge 14.23.5.2855 Optifine OptiFine\_1.12.2\_HD\_U\_G5 48 mods loaded, 48 mods active States: 'U' = Unloaded 'L' = Loaded 'C' = Constructed 'H' = Pre-initialized 'I' = Initialized 'J' = Post-initialized 'A' = Available 'D' = Disabled 'E' = Errored
State ID Version Source Signature :------ :------------------- :--------------- :------------------------------------------------- :---------------------------------------- LCHIJA minecraft 1.12.2 minecraft.jar None LCHIJA mcp 9.42 minecraft.jar None LCHIJA FML [8.0.99.99](https://8.0.99.99) forge-1.12.2-14.23.5.2855.jar e3c3d50c7c986df74c645c0ac54639741c90a557 LCHIJA forge 14.23.5.2855 forge-1.12.2-14.23.5.2855.jar e3c3d50c7c986df74c645c0ac54639741c90a557 LCHIJA securitycraft v1.8.20.2 \[1.12.2\] SecurityCraft v1.8.20.2.jar None LCHIJA jei 4.16.1.302 jei\_1.12.2-4.16.1.302.jar None LCHIJA appleskin 1.0.14 AppleSkin-mc1.12-1.0.14.jar None LCHIJA quark r1.6-179 Quark-r1.6-179.jar None LCHIJA autoreglib 1.3-32 AutoRegLib-1.3-32.jar None LCHIJA badmobs 1.1.40 BadMobs-1.12.2-1.1.40.jar d476d1b22b218a10d845928d1665d45fce301b27 LCHIJA betterbuilderswands 0.13.2 BetterBuildersWands-1.12.2-0.13.2.271+5997513.jar None LCHIJA forgelin 1.8.4 Forgelin-1.8.4.jar None LCHIJA betterfoliage 2.2.0 BetterFoliage-MC1.12-2.2.0.jar None LCHIJA biomesoplenty 7.0.1.2444 BiomesOPlenty-1.12.2-7.0.1.2444-universal.jar None LCHIJA bloodmoon 1.5.3 Bloodmoon-MC1.12.2-1.5.3.jar d72e0dd57935b3e9476212aea0c0df352dd76291 LCHIJA collective 3.0 collective-1.12.2-3.0.jar None LCHIJA controlling 3.0.10 Controlling-3.0.12.2.jar None LCHIJA extendedrenderer v1.0 coroutil-1.12.1-1.2.37.jar None LCHIJA coroutil 1.12.1-1.2.37 coroutil-1.12.1-1.2.37.jar None LCHIJA configmod v1.0 coroutil-1.12.1-1.2.37.jar None LCHIJA orelib [3.6.0.1](https://3.6.0.1) OreLib-1.12.2-3.6.0.1.jar 7a2128d395ad96ceb9d9030fbd41d035b435753a LCHIJA dsurround [3.6.2.1](https://3.6.2.1) DynamicSurroundings-1.12.2-3.6.2.1.jar 7a2128d395ad96ceb9d9030fbd41d035b435753a LCHIJA cfm 6.3.1 furniture-6.3.1-1.12.2.jar None LCHIJA futuremc 0.2.6 future-mc-1.12.2-0.2.6.1.jar None LCHIJA gravestone 1.10.3 gravestone-1.10.3.jar None LCHIJA horrorelementsmod 1.0.0 Horror Elements mod 1.12.2\_7.0.jar None LCHIJA ichunutil 7.2.2 iChunUtil-1.12.2-7.2.2.jar 4db5c2bd1b556f252a5b8b54b256d381b2a0a6b8 LCHIJA improvedmobs 1.6.10 ImprovedMobs-1.12.2-1.6.10.jar None LCHIJA ironbackpacks 1.12.2-3.0.8-12 IronBackpacks-1.12.2-3.0.8-12.jar None LCHIJA jrftl 1.1 JRFTL\[1.12.2\]-1.1.jar None LCHIJA justmobheads 5.1 justmobheads\_1.12.2-5.1.jar None LCHIJA mcwdoors 1.3 mcw-doors-1.0.3-mc1.12.2.jar None LCHIJA mcwfences 1.0.0 mcw-fences-1.0.0-mc1.12.2.jar None LCHIJA mcwfurnitures 1.0.1 mcw-furniture-1.0.1-mc1.12.2beta.jar None LCHIJA mcwwindows 1.0 mcw-windows-1.0.0-mc1.12.2.jar None LCHIJA mobdismemberment 7.0.0 MobDismemberment-1.12.2-7.0.0.jar None LCHIJA mobsunscreen 1.12.2-2.1.3 mobsunscreen-1.12.2-2.1.3.jar None LCHIJA mousetweaks 2.10 MouseTweaks-2.10-mc1.12.2.jar None LCHIJA nifty 1.20.1 NiftyBlocks-1.20.1.jar None LCHIJA snowvariants 1.12.2-1.3.1 snowvariants-1.12.2-1.3.1.jar None LCHIJA spartanshields 1.5.4 SpartanShields-1.12.2-1.5.4.jar None LCHIJA spartanweaponry beta 1.3.8 SpartanWeaponry-1.12.2-beta-1.3.8.jar None LCHIJA switchbow 1.6 switchbow-1.6.jar None LCHIJA tenshilib 1.2.4 TenshiLib-1.12.2-1.2.4.jar None LCHIJA thiccentities GRADLE:VERSION thiccentities-1.4.jar None LCHIJA toolbelt 1.9.13 ToolBelt-1.12.2-1.9.13.jar None LCHIJA toughasnails [3.1.0.141](https://3.1.0.141) ToughAsNails-1.12.2-3.1.0.141-universal.jar None LCHIJA zombieawareness 1.12.1-1.11.16 zombieawareness-1.12.1-1.11.16.jar None
Loaded coremods (and transformers):TenshiCore (TenshiLib-1.12.2-1.2.4.jar)
com.flemmli97.tenshilib.asm.ASMTransformer
ForgelinPlugin (Forgelin-1.8.4.jar)
TransformLoader (DynamicSurroundings-1.12.2-3.6.2.1.jar)
Quark Plugin (Quark-r1.6-179.jar)
vazkii.quark.base.asm.ClassTransformer
BetterFoliageLoader (BetterFoliage-MC1.12-2.2.0.jar)
mods.betterfoliage.loader.BetterFoliageTransformer
ThiccEntities Plugin (thiccentities-1.4.jar)
wiresegal.thicc.asm.ThiccAsmTransformer
FutureMC (future-mc-1.12.2-0.2.6.1.jar)
thedarkcolour.futuremc.asm.CoreTransformer
LoadingPlugin (Bloodmoon-MC1.12.2-1.5.3.jar)
lumien.bloodmoon.asm.ClassTransformer
GL info: \~\~ERROR\~\~ RuntimeException: No OpenGL context found in the current thread. Profiler Position: N/A (disabled) Player Count: 1 / 8; \[EntityPlayerMP\['varuniemcfruity'/291, l='Mustard Virus V2', x=349.64, y=64.00, z=55.85\]\] Type: Integrated Server (map\_client.txt) Is Modded: Definitely; Client brand changed to 'fml,forge' OptiFine Version: OptiFine\_1.12.2\_HD\_U\_G5 OptiFine Build: 20210124-142939 Render Distance Chunks: 6 Mipmaps: 4 Anisotropic Filtering: 1 Antialiasing: 0 Multitexture: false Shaders: ComplementaryShaders\_v4.5.zip OpenGlVersion: 4.6.0 NVIDIA 516.94 OpenGlRenderer: NVIDIA GeForce GTX 1050 Ti/PCIe/SSE2 OpenGlVendor: NVIDIA Corporation CpuCount: 8
2023.04.01 09:06 FishingNo5516 Ticking Player Crash Help
I was playing a modpack, and one of the mobs dropped an item, and when I went to go pick the item up, I got a error and my game crashed, and I can't join the game anymore. Can someone help me and tell what went wrong and how do I fix it? Heres the crash report
---- Minecraft Crash Report ----
WARNING: coremods are present:
TenshiCore (TenshiLib-1.12.2-1.2.4.jar)
ForgelinPlugin (Forgelin-1.8.4.jar)
TransformLoader (DynamicSurroundings-1.12.2-3.6.2.1.jar)
Quark Plugin (Quark-r1.6-179.jar)
BetterFoliageLoader (BetterFoliage-MC1.12-2.2.0.jar)
ThiccEntities Plugin (thiccentities-1.4.jar)
FutureMC (future-mc-1.12.2-0.2.6.1.jar)
LoadingPlugin (Bloodmoon-MC1.12.2-1.5.3.jar)
Contact their authors BEFORE contacting forge
// Daisy, daisy...
Time: 3/31/23 11:52 PM
Description: Ticking player
java.lang.NoSuchMethodError: com.oblivioussp.spartanshields.item.ItemShieldBotania.requestManaForRepair(Lnet/minecraft/item/ItemStack;Lnet/minecraft/entity/playeEntityPlayer;I)Z
A detailed walkthrough of the error, its code path and all known details is as follows:
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
-- Head --
Thread: Server thread
Stacktrace:
-- Player being ticked --
Details:
-- Ticking connection --
Details:
-- System Details --
Details:
com.flemmli97.tenshilib.asm.ASMTransformer
ForgelinPlugin (Forgelin-1.8.4.jar)
TransformLoader (DynamicSurroundings-1.12.2-3.6.2.1.jar)
Quark Plugin (Quark-r1.6-179.jar)
vazkii.quark.base.asm.ClassTransformer
BetterFoliageLoader (BetterFoliage-MC1.12-2.2.0.jar)
mods.betterfoliage.loader.BetterFoliageTransformer
ThiccEntities Plugin (thiccentities-1.4.jar)
wiresegal.thicc.asm.ThiccAsmTransformer
FutureMC (future-mc-1.12.2-0.2.6.1.jar)
thedarkcolour.futuremc.asm.CoreTransformer
LoadingPlugin (Bloodmoon-MC1.12.2-1.5.3.jar)
lumien.bloodmoon.asm.ClassTransformer
submitted by FishingNo5516 to MinecraftMod [link] [comments]
---- Minecraft Crash Report ----
WARNING: coremods are present:
TenshiCore (TenshiLib-1.12.2-1.2.4.jar)
ForgelinPlugin (Forgelin-1.8.4.jar)
TransformLoader (DynamicSurroundings-1.12.2-3.6.2.1.jar)
Quark Plugin (Quark-r1.6-179.jar)
BetterFoliageLoader (BetterFoliage-MC1.12-2.2.0.jar)
ThiccEntities Plugin (thiccentities-1.4.jar)
FutureMC (future-mc-1.12.2-0.2.6.1.jar)
LoadingPlugin (Bloodmoon-MC1.12.2-1.5.3.jar)
Contact their authors BEFORE contacting forge
// Daisy, daisy...
Time: 3/31/23 11:52 PM
Description: Ticking player
java.lang.NoSuchMethodError: com.oblivioussp.spartanshields.item.ItemShieldBotania.requestManaForRepair(Lnet/minecraft/item/ItemStack;Lnet/minecraft/entity/playeEntityPlayer;I)Z
at com.oblivioussp.spartanshields.item.ItemShieldBotania.func\_77663\_a([ItemShieldBotania.java:61](https://ItemShieldBotania.java:61)) at net.minecraft.item.ItemStack.func\_77945\_a([ItemStack.java:526](https://ItemStack.java:526)) at net.minecraft.entity.player.InventoryPlayer.func\_70429\_k([InventoryPlayer.java:363](https://InventoryPlayer.java:363)) at net.minecraft.entity.player.EntityPlayer.func\_70636\_d([EntityPlayer.java:511](https://EntityPlayer.java:511)) at net.minecraft.entity.EntityLivingBase.func\_70071\_h\_([EntityLivingBase.java:2179](https://EntityLivingBase.java:2179)) at net.minecraft.entity.player.EntityPlayer.func\_70071\_h\_([EntityPlayer.java:234](https://EntityPlayer.java:234)) at net.minecraft.entity.player.EntityPlayerMP.func\_71127\_g([EntityPlayerMP.java:382](https://EntityPlayerMP.java:382)) at net.minecraft.network.NetHandlerPlayServer.func\_73660\_a([NetHandlerPlayServer.java:173](https://NetHandlerPlayServer.java:173)) at net.minecraftforge.fml.common.network.handshake.NetworkDispatcher$1.func\_73660\_a([NetworkDispatcher.java:209](https://NetworkDispatcher.java:209)) at net.minecraft.network.NetworkManager.func\_74428\_b([NetworkManager.java:285](https://NetworkManager.java:285)) at net.minecraft.network.NetworkSystem.func\_151269\_c([NetworkSystem.java:180](https://NetworkSystem.java:180)) at net.minecraft.server.MinecraftServer.func\_71190\_q([MinecraftServer.java:790](https://MinecraftServer.java:790)) at net.minecraft.server.MinecraftServer.func\_71217\_p([MinecraftServer.java:668](https://MinecraftServer.java:668)) at net.minecraft.server.integrated.IntegratedServer.func\_71217\_p([IntegratedServer.java:279](https://IntegratedServer.java:279)) at [net.minecraft.server.MinecraftServer.run](https://net.minecraft.server.MinecraftServer.run)([MinecraftServer.java:526](https://MinecraftServer.java:526)) at [java.lang.Thread.run](https://java.lang.Thread.run)([Thread.java:745](https://Thread.java:745))
A detailed walkthrough of the error, its code path and all known details is as follows:
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
-- Head --
Thread: Server thread
Stacktrace:
at com.oblivioussp.spartanshields.item.ItemShieldBotania.func\_77663\_a([ItemShieldBotania.java:61](https://ItemShieldBotania.java:61)) at net.minecraft.item.ItemStack.func\_77945\_a([ItemStack.java:526](https://ItemStack.java:526)) at net.minecraft.entity.player.InventoryPlayer.func\_70429\_k([InventoryPlayer.java:363](https://InventoryPlayer.java:363)) at net.minecraft.entity.player.EntityPlayer.func\_70636\_d([EntityPlayer.java:511](https://EntityPlayer.java:511)) at net.minecraft.entity.EntityLivingBase.func\_70071\_h\_([EntityLivingBase.java:2179](https://EntityLivingBase.java:2179)) at net.minecraft.entity.player.EntityPlayer.func\_70071\_h\_([EntityPlayer.java:234](https://EntityPlayer.java:234))
-- Player being ticked --
Details:
Entity Type: null (net.minecraft.entity.player.EntityPlayerMP) Entity ID: 291 Entity Name: varuniemcfruity Entity's Exact location: 349.64, 64.00, 55.85 Entity's Block location: World: (349,64,55), Chunk: (at 13,4,7 in 21,3; contains blocks 336,0,48 to 351,255,63), Region: (0,0; contains chunks 0,0 to 31,31, blocks 0,0,0 to 511,255,511) Entity's Momentum: 0.00, -0.08, 0.00 Entity's Passengers: \[\] Entity's Vehicle: \~\~ERROR\~\~ NullPointerException: nullStacktrace:
at net.minecraft.entity.player.EntityPlayerMP.func\_71127\_g([EntityPlayerMP.java:382](https://EntityPlayerMP.java:382)) at net.minecraft.network.NetHandlerPlayServer.func\_73660\_a([NetHandlerPlayServer.java:173](https://NetHandlerPlayServer.java:173)) at net.minecraftforge.fml.common.network.handshake.NetworkDispatcher$1.func\_73660\_a([NetworkDispatcher.java:209](https://NetworkDispatcher.java:209)) at net.minecraft.network.NetworkManager.func\_74428\_b([NetworkManager.java:285](https://NetworkManager.java:285))
-- Ticking connection --
Details:
Connection: [email protected]Stacktrace:
at net.minecraft.network.NetworkSystem.func\_151269\_c([NetworkSystem.java:180](https://NetworkSystem.java:180)) at net.minecraft.server.MinecraftServer.func\_71190\_q([MinecraftServer.java:790](https://MinecraftServer.java:790)) at net.minecraft.server.MinecraftServer.func\_71217\_p([MinecraftServer.java:668](https://MinecraftServer.java:668)) at net.minecraft.server.integrated.IntegratedServer.func\_71217\_p([IntegratedServer.java:279](https://IntegratedServer.java:279)) at [net.minecraft.server.MinecraftServer.run](https://net.minecraft.server.MinecraftServer.run)([MinecraftServer.java:526](https://MinecraftServer.java:526)) at [java.lang.Thread.run](https://java.lang.Thread.run)([Thread.java:745](https://Thread.java:745))
-- System Details --
Details:
Minecraft Version: 1.12.2 Operating System: Windows 10 (amd64) version 10.0 Java Version: 1.8.0\_51, Oracle Corporation Java VM Version: Java HotSpot(TM) 64-Bit Server VM (mixed mode), Oracle Corporation Memory: 2050538432 bytes (1955 MB) / 4459593728 bytes (4253 MB) up to 11453595648 bytes (10923 MB) JVM Flags: 3 total; -XX:HeapDumpPath=MojangTricksIntelDriversForPerformance\_javaw.exe\_minecraft.exe.heapdump -Xmx12288m -Xms256m IntCache: cache: 0, tcache: 0, allocated: 1, tallocated: 93 FML: MCP 9.42 Powered by Forge 14.23.5.2855 Optifine OptiFine\_1.12.2\_HD\_U\_G5 48 mods loaded, 48 mods active States: 'U' = Unloaded 'L' = Loaded 'C' = Constructed 'H' = Pre-initialized 'I' = Initialized 'J' = Post-initialized 'A' = Available 'D' = Disabled 'E' = Errored
State ID Version Source Signature :------ :------------------- :--------------- :------------------------------------------------- :---------------------------------------- LCHIJA minecraft 1.12.2 minecraft.jar None LCHIJA mcp 9.42 minecraft.jar None LCHIJA FML [8.0.99.99](https://8.0.99.99) forge-1.12.2-14.23.5.2855.jar e3c3d50c7c986df74c645c0ac54639741c90a557 LCHIJA forge 14.23.5.2855 forge-1.12.2-14.23.5.2855.jar e3c3d50c7c986df74c645c0ac54639741c90a557 LCHIJA securitycraft v1.8.20.2 \[1.12.2\] SecurityCraft v1.8.20.2.jar None LCHIJA jei 4.16.1.302 jei\_1.12.2-4.16.1.302.jar None LCHIJA appleskin 1.0.14 AppleSkin-mc1.12-1.0.14.jar None LCHIJA quark r1.6-179 Quark-r1.6-179.jar None LCHIJA autoreglib 1.3-32 AutoRegLib-1.3-32.jar None LCHIJA badmobs 1.1.40 BadMobs-1.12.2-1.1.40.jar d476d1b22b218a10d845928d1665d45fce301b27 LCHIJA betterbuilderswands 0.13.2 BetterBuildersWands-1.12.2-0.13.2.271+5997513.jar None LCHIJA forgelin 1.8.4 Forgelin-1.8.4.jar None LCHIJA betterfoliage 2.2.0 BetterFoliage-MC1.12-2.2.0.jar None LCHIJA biomesoplenty 7.0.1.2444 BiomesOPlenty-1.12.2-7.0.1.2444-universal.jar None LCHIJA bloodmoon 1.5.3 Bloodmoon-MC1.12.2-1.5.3.jar d72e0dd57935b3e9476212aea0c0df352dd76291 LCHIJA collective 3.0 collective-1.12.2-3.0.jar None LCHIJA controlling 3.0.10 Controlling-3.0.12.2.jar None LCHIJA extendedrenderer v1.0 coroutil-1.12.1-1.2.37.jar None LCHIJA coroutil 1.12.1-1.2.37 coroutil-1.12.1-1.2.37.jar None LCHIJA configmod v1.0 coroutil-1.12.1-1.2.37.jar None LCHIJA orelib [3.6.0.1](https://3.6.0.1) OreLib-1.12.2-3.6.0.1.jar 7a2128d395ad96ceb9d9030fbd41d035b435753a LCHIJA dsurround [3.6.2.1](https://3.6.2.1) DynamicSurroundings-1.12.2-3.6.2.1.jar 7a2128d395ad96ceb9d9030fbd41d035b435753a LCHIJA cfm 6.3.1 furniture-6.3.1-1.12.2.jar None LCHIJA futuremc 0.2.6 future-mc-1.12.2-0.2.6.1.jar None LCHIJA gravestone 1.10.3 gravestone-1.10.3.jar None LCHIJA horrorelementsmod 1.0.0 Horror Elements mod 1.12.2\_7.0.jar None LCHIJA ichunutil 7.2.2 iChunUtil-1.12.2-7.2.2.jar 4db5c2bd1b556f252a5b8b54b256d381b2a0a6b8 LCHIJA improvedmobs 1.6.10 ImprovedMobs-1.12.2-1.6.10.jar None LCHIJA ironbackpacks 1.12.2-3.0.8-12 IronBackpacks-1.12.2-3.0.8-12.jar None LCHIJA jrftl 1.1 JRFTL\[1.12.2\]-1.1.jar None LCHIJA justmobheads 5.1 justmobheads\_1.12.2-5.1.jar None LCHIJA mcwdoors 1.3 mcw-doors-1.0.3-mc1.12.2.jar None LCHIJA mcwfences 1.0.0 mcw-fences-1.0.0-mc1.12.2.jar None LCHIJA mcwfurnitures 1.0.1 mcw-furniture-1.0.1-mc1.12.2beta.jar None LCHIJA mcwwindows 1.0 mcw-windows-1.0.0-mc1.12.2.jar None LCHIJA mobdismemberment 7.0.0 MobDismemberment-1.12.2-7.0.0.jar None LCHIJA mobsunscreen 1.12.2-2.1.3 mobsunscreen-1.12.2-2.1.3.jar None LCHIJA mousetweaks 2.10 MouseTweaks-2.10-mc1.12.2.jar None LCHIJA nifty 1.20.1 NiftyBlocks-1.20.1.jar None LCHIJA snowvariants 1.12.2-1.3.1 snowvariants-1.12.2-1.3.1.jar None LCHIJA spartanshields 1.5.4 SpartanShields-1.12.2-1.5.4.jar None LCHIJA spartanweaponry beta 1.3.8 SpartanWeaponry-1.12.2-beta-1.3.8.jar None LCHIJA switchbow 1.6 switchbow-1.6.jar None LCHIJA tenshilib 1.2.4 TenshiLib-1.12.2-1.2.4.jar None LCHIJA thiccentities GRADLE:VERSION thiccentities-1.4.jar None LCHIJA toolbelt 1.9.13 ToolBelt-1.12.2-1.9.13.jar None LCHIJA toughasnails [3.1.0.141](https://3.1.0.141) ToughAsNails-1.12.2-3.1.0.141-universal.jar None LCHIJA zombieawareness 1.12.1-1.11.16 zombieawareness-1.12.1-1.11.16.jar None
Loaded coremods (and transformers):TenshiCore (TenshiLib-1.12.2-1.2.4.jar)
com.flemmli97.tenshilib.asm.ASMTransformer
ForgelinPlugin (Forgelin-1.8.4.jar)
TransformLoader (DynamicSurroundings-1.12.2-3.6.2.1.jar)
Quark Plugin (Quark-r1.6-179.jar)
vazkii.quark.base.asm.ClassTransformer
BetterFoliageLoader (BetterFoliage-MC1.12-2.2.0.jar)
mods.betterfoliage.loader.BetterFoliageTransformer
ThiccEntities Plugin (thiccentities-1.4.jar)
wiresegal.thicc.asm.ThiccAsmTransformer
FutureMC (future-mc-1.12.2-0.2.6.1.jar)
thedarkcolour.futuremc.asm.CoreTransformer
LoadingPlugin (Bloodmoon-MC1.12.2-1.5.3.jar)
lumien.bloodmoon.asm.ClassTransformer
GL info: \~\~ERROR\~\~ RuntimeException: No OpenGL context found in the current thread. Profiler Position: N/A (disabled) Player Count: 1 / 8; \[EntityPlayerMP\['varuniemcfruity'/291, l='Mustard Virus V2', x=349.64, y=64.00, z=55.85\]\] Type: Integrated Server (map\_client.txt) Is Modded: Definitely; Client brand changed to 'fml,forge' OptiFine Version: OptiFine\_1.12.2\_HD\_U\_G5 OptiFine Build: 20210124-142939 Render Distance Chunks: 6 Mipmaps: 4 Anisotropic Filtering: 1 Antialiasing: 0 Multitexture: false Shaders: ComplementaryShaders\_v4.5.zip OpenGlVersion: 4.6.0 NVIDIA 516.94 OpenGlRenderer: NVIDIA GeForce GTX 1050 Ti/PCIe/SSE2 OpenGlVendor: NVIDIA Corporation CpuCount: 8