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2023.03.22 23:28 nunocspinto Ora aqui está uma história bizarra...
2023.03.22 23:27 Michael_Whitehouse I Photographed Something No One Can Explain
I didn't believe in ghosts until I was 36 years old. Even as a kid, I was always the one to point out when my friends were being overly superstitious. Scary stories and supposed encounters just made me laugh. How could people be so easily duped or persuaded?
I guess now you can add me to the list.
It was five years ago. I was doing some volunteer work in the Highlands of Scotland, near a place called Skail. It's pretty remote as places go. There are a few trails there that are occasionally frequented by hikers and people exploring. It's a strange place of quiet. I can't quite do it justice with words. Like much of Scotland, it's home to an almost constant low wind that can unnerve visitors, if you're not used to it.
As I said, I was doing some volunteer work. An agreement had been made between the local authority and a charity to begin repopulating parts of the area with trees. Thousands of years ago, Scotland was home to vast forests, and while pockets of those still exist to this day, most of the landscape is exposed to the wind coming off of the surrounding seas. Some desire for Scotland to be reforested, and I guess I'm one of those someones.
The charity I was volunteering with, Ancient Forestry, had asked me to do some promotional groundwork before plantation began in that area. I had some holiday time due to me and disappearing for a day into the wilderness sounded ideal. All I had to do was follow the River Naver, which weaved past Skail, and then find the plot that had been marked off for plantation with some luminous ranging poles and other markings. Then, take a few photographs, pitch my tent, and drink underneath a blanket of stars. Home the next day.
It took me thirty minutes or so hiking from the nearest trail to find the river and then I followed it. My point of contact at Ancient Forestry was an admin volunteer named Janet. She had told me that the river would bend left and right a number of times, at which point I should look out for a small island in the middle of it comprised of a couple of trees and some grey rocks. Once I saw that I would be nearly there.
Two damn hours of marching through sodden grass and gorse passed before I finally saw that island of rock. I must have been about fifty feet or so from it when I realised the island wasn't exactly as had been described. It was even smaller than I had thought, and it must have only been about ten or fifteen feet wide. Only one tree stood on it, with a few large boulders competing with it for space. None of that caught my eye. What did was the thing swinging from one of the tree branches.
I moved closer along the riverbank, but I was kind of thankful that there was no way for me to access the island on the river. When I reached the edge of the water, I was on a patch surrounded by large green reeds almost the same size as me. They hid me to a degree, and again, I was thankful for that. Because I felt the need to be hidden.
A long rope dangled from the solitary tree on the island, swaying in the cold Scottish wind that any hiker in these parts will tell you about. Attached to the rope was what looked like a large brown sack. Just to the side of this was the figure of a man. He had been hidden from view by one of the boulders until I got closer. His head was bowed, long black hair reaching his shoulders and partially covering his face. In his hand were some pieces of grass reed, I think. He was braiding them together like you would with long hair. Weaving something out of them.
I'd hiked extensively throughout Scotland and met many people on the way. I always said hello when passing. It's kind of an unwritten rule in this part of the world. Meeting a stranger out in the countryside isn't something to fear, it's sometimes an opportunity to strike up a conversation. I think that's why so many people enjoy meeting others at the bothies strewn throughout Scotland.
But this time, I didn't open my mouth. The man hadn't looked up, so I assumed he hadn't seen me. He was too busy making something out of the grass reeds. I didn't want to talk with him. There was something about him that made me fearful. A kind of dread that made me aware more than ever of how vulnerable you truly are when hiking alone.
The sack creaked back and forward next to the man, dangling a few feet above the ground from the solitary tree. It reminded me of one of those old hypnotic tricks magicians and hypnotists used to use with a pocket watch. Back and forward, back and forward. But then, its repetitive motion altered slightly. Something moved inside of the sack. At first, it was a gentle movement, like an animal waking up. Then, it began to thrash around. And those horrible screams... The thing was in pain.
I don't think I'll ever forget that sound.
I wasn't sure what was happening. Perhaps it was an animal he'd caught. But no matter how horrendous the screams got, the man ignored them. He continued to braid the grass reeds in his hands, adding longer pieces from a small pile next to him on a rock.
I'm ashamed to say that I didn't step in to tell him he was being cruel to the animal. There was no way for me to get to the island without entering the river, and the last thing I wanted was to get into an altercation with a local out there in the middle of nowhere. For some reason, I had in my head the image of a knife in the man's hand... He may have cut the reeds with something when gathering them. I felt sure that he was carrying a blade, and so that was another reason to leave the strange scene alone.
Retreating from the reeds, I moved off quietly. The screaming sound didn't diminish like I thought it would, fading away as I put distance between myself and whatever was in the sack. Instead, the scream stopped suddenly, as though it had been silenced. I didn't look back.
It took about another hour's hike before I saw the ranging poles and some bright orange tape that had been tied to the occasional still-standing tree. This was undoubtedly the spot that Ancient Forestry intended for a new pocket of woodland. It would take 10 years before the new trees planted there would properly take root, and probably another ten before it would look anything like a forest. Patience was key. I guess I wanted future generations to be able to enjoy larger forests across Scotland, but there was an element of selfishness. If God spared me, I would have liked to return there in three decades or so to see it in all its glory.
While there were occasional trees and bushes, most of the ground was covered in thick grass and uneven soil. I was surprised by how close to the River Naver the site was. As I tried my best to turn the stark landscape into a few promotional stills for the charity, my back was to the river. I remember that much at least.
I must have zoned out for a while, the gentle flowing of the river becoming like a relaxing white noise. I do that when I'm taking photographs, snapping away to my heart's content. Once I started getting a feel for the place, I felt more confident that I'd at least have a few shots worthy of a leaflet or press release for the charity.
I remember trying to take a low-angle shot of one empty patch of ground. In the distance, the tops of a mountain range peeked over a ridge. I lay on the ground in a prone position, looking through the viewfinder. I could feel the wet and cold from the moist grass, but it was worth it for the shot.
Clicking on the shutter button, the sound of my camera snapping a photo was quickly joined by something from behind me. It sounded like an animal moving around in the reeds by the river. I would have ignored it, but I was already on edge from encountering the man and the hanging sack. The rustling sound didn't stop, and with my concentration broken, I stood up and turned around.
All I could see was the river a few feet away from me, lined by reeds at least four or five feet tall. They moved in that neverending breeze that lulled and grew over and over. At least, I thought it must have been the wind, but as I was about to turn and take another photograph, I saw a few reeds directly in front of me, parting. Something was crawling through them towards me.
Scotland is not a place where we fear animals, there are very few that can pose any danger. No bears, no wolves either, despite the rumours. The weather is probably the greatest danger you'll face if you're hiking around. But although I knew there could be no large predatory animal in the reeds, I still felt frightened.
I stood for at least a minute. The reeds slowly parted a line at a time, and I could see by the way they were moving that whatever it was, it was getting closer and nearly visible. I lifted my camera to take a picture. Photographer's instinct, I guess.
I must have snapped two pictures by the time I truly comprehended what was poking out from between the reeds and moving towards me. Then came that horrible scream. The same blood-curdling noise that had come from the sack hanging from the tree. I'm not certain that it came from the thing on the ground, but it was there, and all I can remember was the face. Its human-like features, staring at me. I couldn't bear to look at those eyes. The thing in the reeds lurched forward, and I saw a tinge of white flesh.
I think I lost it then. The next three hours were a blur. I barely rested, marching, running exhausted over the uneven terrain. At least I was with it enough to stick to the river. Had I ran off in another direction, I could easily have gotten lost, and with no phone reception, who knows what would have happened to me or what might have found me.
When the island in the middle of the River Naver appeared once more, I felt the pit of my stomach open up like a wound. The cool breeze moved across the water, rippling it slightly, catching the reeds as the sun began to set. I didn't stop. I kept going. And as I passed the island, I only had to give it a cursory glance to know what was there. The rope still dangled from the branches of that lonely tree, moving forward and back in the breeze, creaking slowly. The sack was gone, and in its place was the outline of a man. How long he had been hanging there from his neck, I don't know. In the dimming light, I was certain that it was the same man who I had seen earlier, and I was under no illusion by that point that he was anything other than dead.
As his body swayed back and forth, I covered my ears like a child, trying to smother the sound of the creaking rope. I think I was like that until I finally hit a trail sometime later. I found my car and drove about a mile or so down a dirt track until I reached a proper road. It was there that my phone reception kicked in, maybe my sanity, too.
One phone call and forty minutes later, a police constable was there from the nearest village. I was so happy to see another human being. One that was alive, at least.
When I told him what had happened, the constable did the strangest thing. He told me he didn't need to check the island on the river because he had been called to that same spot no less than six times over the previous fifteen years. He knew that he would find nothing.
I won't bore you with the details of the constable accompanying me to a small pub or the locals who were so very kind to put me up for the night, refusing to let me drive in such an anxious state.
But I will tell you what they told me.
In the 1940s, a man named Daniel Campbell was waiting up one night for his wife to give birth at their farmhouse. The local doctor and a midwife attended. It was a terrible labour, but eventually, the baby was delivered. Details were hazy, but no one else ever saw the baby, and when the doctor and midwife were ever asked about the child, the colour drained from their faces. In fact, the doctor himself seemed to develop a drinking problem after that night.
No one is certain what happened, but two years later, Daniel's wife, Ellen, was dead, found strangled in her bed. Daniel Campbell and the child were missing. Weeks passed until a local poacher discovered the horrific scene that would become a legend in those parts for decades to come.
On that little island on the River Naver, Daniel Campbell's body was found hanging from the tree. He had fashioned a rope from the reeds of the river. At his feet was an old worn sack. It was covered in blood, but empty. A knife lay beside it, and on the surrounding rocks, were large splatters of red that could only mean that the child was dead.
I'm not sure exactly what I saw that day by the river. Whether it was a ghost or something else I can't fathom. What I can say with confidence, is that whatever people think of this story, I do have two photographs to show that there was something there. They are blurred and uncertain, but when I look at them I am reminded of what I saw crawling out of the reeds towards me. It was large, on all fours, and it wore a baby's face.
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2023.03.22 23:23 fernpoint 24 EST PC - Searching for a gaming buddy or two to play RPGs and survival games with!
Heya! I'm looking to find a new friend or two to consistently game with! I have all the free time in the world currently, so I'm available whenever. I'm not much of a night owl though.
Some games I've been playing recently are:
- Sea of Thieves
- Guild Wars 2
- Diablo 3
- Sons of the Forest
- Dead by Daylight
I have loads more on Steam though! And I've thought about getting back into Elder Scrolls Online too. I don't play FPSs or MOBAs though, and have no desire to pick them up.
Aside from video games I'm really into digital art, rock/alternative music, and adult animated shows like Inside Job, The Legend of Vox Machina, and Castlevania. Not really into anime, though I've seen a few here and there.
Ideally looking for someone around my age and in the same time-zone, or CST. Voice chat over Discord is highly preferred. Also, I'm not interested in joining any servers.
Thanks for reading! Have a good day :)
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2023.03.22 23:17 NexicTurbo Sweet Seas and Sugary Alliances
Once upon a time, in a world where the oceans were made of jelly and the skies rained syrup, a great pirate war brewed between two legendary pirate crews: The Sugar Buccaneers, led by Captain Caramelbeard, and The Candy Marauders, commanded by Admiral Gummybeard.
The sweet seas were teeming with sugary treasures, from jellyfish that tasted like gummy candy to underwater volcanoes that spewed chocolate. However, it was the legendary Treasure Island, a place where the trees bore fruit made of marzipan, and rivers of honey flowed, that every pirate crew sought.
Captain Caramelbeard, known for his beard made of flowing caramel, was a cunning tactician. His crew, the Sugar Buccaneers, were famous for their cotton candy cannons and their ship, the Licorice Lancer, was the fastest in the jelly seas.
Admiral Gummybeard, on the other hand, was a master of deception. His beard was comprised of intertwined gummy worms, and his crew, the Candy Marauders, were notorious for their explosive gumdrop bombs. Their ship, the Gumball Galleon, was heavily armed with syrupy firepower.
The great pirate war began when both crews received a mysterious message in a candy bottle, revealing the exact location of Treasure Island. Determined to claim the island's riches for themselves, both crews set sail for the elusive land.
As the Licorice Lancer and the Gumball Galleon approached Treasure Island, an unprecedented battle ensued. The Sugar Buccaneers unleashed their cotton candy cannons, enveloping the Candy Marauders in fluffy pink clouds. In retaliation, the Candy Marauders hurled their gumdrop bombs, sending shockwaves of sugary destruction across the jelly seas.
The battle raged for days, with the sweet skies raining syrup that mixed with the churning jelly waves, creating a whirlpool of confectionery chaos. Both crews, exhausted but determined, fought valiantly, their ships taking immense damage from the relentless sugar-coated onslaught.
On the fifth day of the battle, as both ships teetered on the brink of destruction, a giant marshmallow whale breached the surface of the jelly ocean. The creature, known as the Great Mallow, was said to be a guardian of Treasure Island, awakened by the tumultuous conflict between the pirates.
The Great Mallow issued a challenge: if the pirate crews could work together to concoct the most delicious dessert the world had ever seen, it would grant them both passage to Treasure Island. Intrigued by the prospect of sharing the island's sweet riches, Captain Caramelbeard and Admiral Gummybeard reluctantly agreed to cooperate.
Combining the Sugar Buccaneers' cotton candy with the Candy Marauders' gumdrops, the pirates crafted a magnificent dessert. They called it the "Jelly Jamboree," a confectionery masterpiece that delighted the taste buds of the Great Mallow.
True to its word, the Great Mallow granted both crews passage to Treasure Island, where they discovered a paradise of sugary delight. Inspired by their collaboration, Captain Caramelbeard and Admiral Gummybeard decided to forge an alliance, merging their crews to form the United Confectionery Corsairs.
In the end, the great pirate war was resolved not by combat, but through the power of cooperation and creativity. The United Confectionery Corsairs sailed the jelly seas, sharing the sweet treasures of Treasure Island with the world, and proving that even the fiercest rivals can unite for the greater good.
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2023.03.22 23:17 malerdi First time builder. Do you guys have any recommendations for this list? Thank you! (Canada)
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2023.03.22 23:11 6F9I We've technically made all the mountains shorter.
By raising the sea level.
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2023.03.22 23:07 Enali (Spoilers Extended) Moqorro & The Living Dead (how to blow Dragonbinder and live)
(theory visualization) The sound of slaughter rings out across the parched ground outside of Meereen, the shriek of steel, the wails of wounded men, and deep thunder of warhorns. Victarion's heart raced, he never felt more alive. But it was the lithe shadows wheeling across the sun that caught his attention. Dragons. It was time. 'Boy, sound the horn'. The smallest of the three thralls took the massive horn in his hands, dwarfed by it he looks up at Victarion eager for a chance at recognition. Victarion only watches. The Boy takes a deep breath, and, a squeal emits from the horn. But its not enough... The look of fear and weakness that came into his eyes then as he grasped his chest and sputtered up blood slinking onto the deck looking up at the captain. Victarion looked away disapprovingly. 'Bastard then, you're next' The larger boy was more hesitant than the first. He blew, a little louder too, until he too fell away writhing and dying. The dragons still flew on unaffected. The third of the three, the Brute, needed to be escorted to his duty, with trembling hands he too blew the horn and a ghastly sound erupted from it. For a moment it seemed to work, the dragon's turned their gaze, but the scream fading they resumed. Failures, all. Victarion did not know why he did what he did then.. but there was something about the hellhorn that called to him, tempting him to the glory that would not be snatched away from him, stepping over the bodies the liquid sheen of the glyphs seemed to flicker and dance under his fingertips. The metal burned his lips and he felt the fire enter his lungs... it was agony. But it was ecstasy too. The hellish howl of pain and fury shrieked across the battlefield like a thousand screams, and all at once the fighting seemed to stop and all other sound vanished from existence, but for an instant all men were on the same side turning to look at this fresh horror. The smoke was pouring forth from Victarion's mouth by the time he stopped, his lips charred, but... he was still standing. And the dragons were coming. In this thread I wanted to rediscuss the theory that Moqorro may have crafted Victarion into the perfect tool to blow Dragonbinder... and endure to tell the tale.
..but I'm getting ahead of myself let's start with Victarion's injury... Poisoned Bandages
Victarion is injured during the taking of the Shields by catching the longsword of Talbert Serry in his iron fist - the blade crunches through the lobstered steel of his gauntlet and his padded glove beneath cutting partway into his flesh. Its seemingly not a large wound, as it only partially makes it through, a "scratch from a little kitten." (as Victarion thinks, overconfidently). Yet it would nearly be his undoing nonetheless...
Soon Victarion enlists the Dusky Woman to help routinely change his bandages and treat the wound with boiled vinegar (a disinfectant as boiling off the water increases its acidity), and the shipboard maester Kerwin would also occassionally check in on its status. It starts with shooting pains in his hand and throbbing. But soon grows to a pus filled mess of an infection, the maester is forced to recommend that the arm can no longer be salvaged and must be removed. Victarions' suspicions turn dark... why would such a minor cut turn so sour? was it poison? And if so who?
Instead the wound had festered, until Victarion began to wonder whether Serry's blade had been poisoned. Why else would the cut refuse to heal? The thought made him rage. No true man killed with poison. At Moat Cailin the bog devils had loosed poisoned arrows at his men, but that was to be expected from such degraded creatures. Serry had been a knight, highborn. Poison was for cravens, women, and Dornishmen. "If not Serry, who?" he asked the dusky woman. "Could that mouse of a maester be doing this? Maesters know spells and other tricks. He might be using one to poison me, hoping I will let him cut my hand off."
But I believe the answer is staring him right in the face. The Dusky Woman. She's been the person who's been at his side treating all of his bandages, most of her mentions in the story are accompanied by her doing this task, drawing our attention to this fact. But Victarion never really sees her as an option, he doesn't really view her as a person with her own motives. Because she is voiceless he uses her as a sounding board, and he takes her silence to be implicit approval and obedience. To him she is merely a salt wife, a possession really, and as such not even given to an actual name.
So he treats her harshly, he takes her when he pleases, he commands her to fetch his food and wine, and from time to time he thinks about slitting her throat and tossing her into the sea.. he just never quite gets around to it. Euron's gifts are poisoned
he thinks. We are told Euron took her off a Lyseni slaver and cut out her tongue, so she was likely free before all this once. She'd have every motive to perform the deed, even outside of the theories that she has a deeper connection with Euron (which I will leave to you).
This also somewhat follows the historic parallel of Tess and the Red Kraken Dalton Greyjoy, the bloodthirsty reaver of the Iron Islands. Tess was a salt wife of Dalton, just one of twenty-two, and its the irony that despite being a fierce warrior he never meets his end on the battlefield its this person he completely overlooks that ends his life. Slitting his throat open with his own dagger after he raped her and then throwing herself into the sea. History wouldn't even remember what she looked like.
When Moqorro mysteriously finds his way aboard and offers to treat the wound undoing all her work, perhaps it makes sense that The Dusky Woman recognizes the threat and hisses at him in a sudden fury, like a snake...
Victarion gave her the back of his good hand and knocked her to the deck. "Be quiet, woman. Wine for both of us." He turned to the black man. "Did the Vole speak true? You saw my death?" "That, and more." "Where? When? Will I die in battle?" His good hand opened and closed. "If you lie to me, I will split your head open like a melon and let the monkeys eat your brains." "Your death is with us now, my lord. Give me your hand." What is dead may never die
But Victarion did die that day.
When Moqorro performs his ritual, maybe as a Fire Priest its not one that's meant to heal Victarion in the traditional sense, but is something more in his typical wheelhouse... given to glory R'hllor, he's trained to use a darker brand of magic...
The ritual scene of Moqorro is meant to make us feel uneasy... even if we're not sure why. The monkeys are driven mad, screeching and leaping overboard to their deaths, and the High Valyrian wailing draw us to think of Mirri Maz Duur's blood ritual with Khal Drogo.
The iron captain was not seen again that day, but as the hours passed the crew of his Iron Victory reported hearing the sound of wild laughter coming from the captain's cabin, laughter deep and dark and mad, and when Longwater Pyke and Wulfe One-Eye tried the cabin door they found it barred. Later singing was heard, a strange high wailing song in a tongue the maester said was High Valyrian. That was when the monkeys left the ship, screeching as they leapt into the water.
Magic generally has a cost. But what is the cost? At first its presented like an almost seemless, albeit ugly, recovery for Victarion. He raises his charred and blacked hand to the crew. Wisps of dark smoke rise from his fingers as he points to the Maester to have him sacrificed for good winds. Later once it has time to heal it would still look like 'pork crackling from elbow to fingertips' and when he closes his hand it would still split and smoke, and yet... the 'arm was stronger than it had ever been.
This may fit the themes of fire magic we see from people like Melisandre and Beric. Melisandre seems imbued with this energy... but the more she lends herself to the flames the further she parts from her humanity.... that's the true cost.
The red priestess shuddered. Blood trickled down her thigh, black and smoking. The fire was inside her, an agony, an ecstasy, filling her, searing her, transforming her. Shimmers of heat traced patterns on her skin, insistent as a lover's hand.
She barely needs to eat or sleep anymore, its rumored she is hundreds of years old. And as for how fire magic can be used to treat Victarion's poison... fire cleanses. That's what Melisandre tells us when she drinks the poisoned cup from Maester Cressen unaffected, her ruby necklace shimmering. Beric Dondarrion is another example of this power... each time he was revived by Thoros via the Last Kiss (which is the red priest ritual that involves filling their mouth with fire and breathing them into the deceased to revive them) he becomes a little less than he was before slowly forgetting who he was. "Fire consumes. It consumes, and when it is done there is nothing left. Nothing." And as GRRM notes: "he’s not a living human being anymore. His heart isn’t beating, his blood isn’t flowing in his veins, he’s a wight, but a wight animated by fire instead of by ice...
" And its this power he passes on to Lady Stoneheart.
Unsmiling, Lord Beric laid the edge of his longsword against the palm of his left hand, and drew it slowly down. Blood ran dark from the gash he made, and washed over the steel. And then the sword took fire.
Like Melisandre his blood has this power of fire in it. They are fire wights in a sense. Like Moqorro himself perhaps. And I think Victarion is now one too. So maybe Moqorro didn't save him truly, his death was with him just like he said... but he was transformed. Because Moqorro has glimpsed the glory that awaits him in the flames, he has a plan... The Mystery of Dragonbinder
Dragonbinder. The hellhorn from the smoking wastes of great Valyria by Euron...
A twisted thing it was, six feet long from end to end, gleaming black and banded with red gold and dark Valyrian steel. Euron's hellhorn. Victarion ran his hand along it. The horn was as warm and smooth as the dusky woman's thighs, and so shiny that he could see a twisted likeness of his own features in its depths. Strange sorcerous writings had been cut into the bands that girded it. "Valyrian glyphs," Moqorro called them.
Moqorro translates the pieces of the glyphs to Victarion...
"Here the horn is named. 'I am Dragonbinder
,' it says. 'No mortal man shall sound me and live.
' ... 'Blood for fire, fire for blood.
A grim warning that who blows the horn will die like the man at the Kingsmoot, so Victarions takes heed and in his partial Winds excerpt sets aside three young thralls on his ship to blow the horn once each on his command during the Siege of Meereen, promising that if they do and live he'll make freed men of them, give them wives, a bit of land, a ship to sail and thralls of his own. And.. he will even acknowledge and remember their names.
Who blows the hellhorn matters not. The dragons will come to the horn's master. You must claim the horn. With blood."
But reading into the glyphs... could Victarion actually blow the horn himself if the three boys fail? Having become a fire wight... is he still a mortal man? Beric and Melisandre certainly seem to flirt with mortality. And does he have fire for blood? His smoking wound hints that perhaps he's not. So he fits the inscription in a way. And I think that makes sense to the original intent... the horn is from Valyria, a place that seems to revolve around fire and blood magic. Fire and blood are the main elements to a lot of magic... they are the Targaryen words as well. Granted I don't think Valyrians have any ethical reservations at sacrificing someone each time they would want the horn blown if they needed to, but I think that they may have also had servants imbued with fire who could have sounded it multiple times.
Victarion sees his own likeness reflected in it the polished horn. And in the Winds excerpt he starts to have a mad thought as well....
He brushed his hand across one of the red gold bands and the ancient glyph seemed to sing beneath his fingertips. For half a heartbeat he wanted nothing so much as to sound the horn himself.
As the entry ends Victarion would not let Moqorro take the hellhorn away from him, but asks to keep it nearby him "until it is needed." As if it has its own allure to those with fire in their blood... like him, and like the dragons.
But if Victarion does blow the horn is he still its master? Or is he now the creature of Moqorro.... afterall it doesn't matter who blows the horn we are told. And even Moqorro is in service to Benerro, the high priest of R'hllor at the Red Temple of Volantis. Benerro is the one to send him out, presumably to ultimately help Daenerys, as he preaches to the crowds that she is Azor Ahai come again. Is this his attempt to bring the dragons back to help the slaves of Volantis burn the masters? The city is ripe for revolt it seems. But that doesn't mean it will go to his plan either... Victarion is also in service to Euron of the Iron Islands, so maybe Euron is arguably his master as well and has some control over the horn, or maybe the dragons themselves have some blood connection to the other two heads of the dragon (whoever they are bonded to in the world) and will gravitate to them instead. The master of the horn, like the essence of power, seems to be a riddle...
~Thanks for Reading~ Tldr: The Dusky Woman has been poisoning Victarion's bandages until Moqorro seemingly arrives to save him. But perhaps not by healing the wound in the traditional sense but by following a darker brand of magic instead, traits of which we've seen hinted at with Beric and Melisandre - letting him die and be revived, cleansing the poison and transforming Victarion into something less than human, a fire wight, the living dead. This form will allow Victarion to fit the inscryption on Dragonbinder, no longer mortal and with fire for blood. As the Ironborn approach the battle of Meereen he finds himself more and more drawn to the horn... But if he blows it and lives... is he still its master?
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2023.03.22 23:07 pacosteles Science is about testing hypothesis with predictions
2023.03.22 22:56 ForSacredRussia1 In Sept 2022, Olga Simonova died as a hero during the offensive, liberating the Ukrainian land in the Kherson region. An interview with the heroine, which she gave to our publication in 2018.
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Olga Simonova died as a hero during the offensive, liberating the Ukrainian land in the Kherson region. An interview with the heroine, which she gave to our publication in 2018.
A fighter of the 24th brigade, Russian Olga Simonova: "If a kid joins the army, he is, by definition, cool, until he proves otherwise, and a woman comes - she is, by definition, a whore, until she proves that this is not so"
Warning: The text contains profanity.
In memory of Olga Simonova - a Russian woman who became a warrior of Ukraine 01
I am from Chelyabinsk. Engineer by education. From the age of 11 in sports, the main direction is contact martial arts. At first I studied for myself, then I began to perform tightly at competitions, up to the European Championship. I changed coaches, directions - I didn’t stop at one, but again, without jumping back and forth. I live by the rule: faster, higher, stronger. I don't like to lose. There is a phrase: "Die, but do" - it's about me. In addition to sports, I was engaged in everything related to outdoor activities - basketball, hiking, mountaineering, bicycles, rafting, and so on.
At some point, I realized that I needed to go professional. Perhaps somewhere further to break through, but just happened 14 years - and I left for Kyiv. Although I didn’t immediately understand what was happening in Ukraine: I don’t watch TV, I don’t have time for this - 9 workouts a week. While there was Maidan, I delved into it superficially. When I saw that the government was being overthrown, I thought that well done. But during the annexation of Crimea, many around were happy that Crimea was ours, I thought it was unhealthy. She said, people, 98% of you do not know where this Crimea is, and most of you will never go there in your life, from Kyiv to Chelyabinsk - 2500 km.
And then in the summer of the 14th year, on Lenin Peak (In Tajikistan since 2006 - Peak named after Abu Ali ibn Sina. One of the highest peaks of Central Asia, located in the Pamir mountain system - ed.) at an altitude of 5200, I met a group of Kievans. And when they told me that there was a war going on in their country with Russia, that regular Russian soldiers were fighting in the Donbass, I felt uneasy. I came home, started looking for information, it was closed, but I managed to find something. I also had a friend from Kharkov, with whom we had not communicated for 6 years before, I wrote to her - and she said that she was already a volunteer, studying tactical medicine.
When you know the truth, you have two options: look at it all and say, “Well, what can I do?” Or do as I do - take it and leave. Then everything in my life came together for the second option: there were problems at work, - and I worked in the field of trade - goods for mountaineering, - it had to be changed, I got injured in sports - I didn’t practice for a month, there was time to think everything over and plus I wanted to help somehow. I understood that while I proudly stood under the Russian flag, as an athlete, there was an "Ilovai cauldron" in Ukraine, shelling from the territory of Russia, fake republics arose that called Putin, thinking that he would change their lives. And my friend lives on Sakhalin Island - a gas field, but they don't have it in the village. https://preview.redd.it/eqf206odobpa1.jpg?width=650&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=5510ba5897bfd2d6e5263c7e7bdfa279da5d0a94
Russia and Ukraine are not fraternal peoples at all. The mentality is different. Here people fight for their families, die, and in Russia they go to identify a mercenary in order to receive compensation. Russians are tougher and lazier. It's every man for himself. It is not clear to me how you can sit on a "point" in a wooden toilet and shout that we are a great country. Yes, I have one homeland and I love it, but my homeland is my mother, this is my cat, which is 17 years old and which I will never see again, this is nature: I grew up in the Urals, and there is nowhere like the taiga no more. But what Russia was doing did not fit on the head. And here, in Ukraine, the right movement has begun. And at the level of sensations at that moment, I could not make another decision. My relatives did not know where exactly and why I left.
I arrived in Kyiv in December 14th. I had a certain amount of money, a backpack with things and some connections. I knew that there were volunteer battalions here, where Belarusians and Russians were fighting, and I understood that I could also apply myself in this vein. Among other things, I had a sports interest: can I? The war was another round of testing myself.
In Kyiv, I found a hostel. I wanted to get into the Donbass battalion, but I didn’t get through to them and ended up in the Sever battalion with the Golden Gate volunteer battalion. It was a separate group, which was trained from December 14 to March 15, with a focus on intelligence. There was a very cool team there, recently a fighter Dima Syskov, call sign Conductor, from the 58th brigade died at the front, he also trained with me in that group. In general, we got good knowledge there, but the most important thing is that everyone was very motivated - and rushed to the forefront. And the fact that we didn’t get it was the first hard scam in Ukraine. We were stupidly disbanded. Behindthat was the moment when there was nowhere to live. There was nothing to eat. At that time, I studied to become a UAV operator, but I didn’t have to fly at the front. It so happened that the path led me to PDMG (First Volunteer Medical Hospital named after N. Pirogov, - ed.). And since I was interested in tactical medicine and had some knowledge behind me, I decided that I would try myself in this direction. I took a course in combat stress, medicine - and in the spring of 15 I got on a rotation in Artemovsk (Now Bakhmut, - ed.). As part of the evacuation brigade, we were stationed in the village of Luganskoye. We had a crew closest to the front line, we had a wonderful doctor with us, from whom I learned a lot. Everything we did was important and necessary work, but I realized that it was not mine. I wanted to fight. Batt "Dnepr-1" stood with us, as a guard and reinforcement, - and they lured me to them. I left for Pesky.
Frontline jitters come when you don't know what to do. There is a phrase that in a critical situation you will not rise to the level of your expectations, but will fall to the level of your preparation. But you just can’t panic - everyone is looking at you. Although this happens to everyone. In war, there are certain algorithms and commands that reach automatism - a set of actions that you use. And when an emergency situation arises, at the first moment you don’t know what to do, you look at more experienced people and repeat after them. Plus, experience accumulates - and then you rely on it. When it was extremely scary, the enemy mortar was working, we understood that now the position would be covered, and overhead there was only a net-netting with roofing material. The mines lay closer and closer, and there is only one thing - they will not arrive. Then I sat and played marbles on the phone. After the rotation, I could no longer play this toy. But I didn't panic. It is important to be able to manage your emotions. If “Grad” is tight, and you climb out to see where it’s from, it’s stupid, but when you use your fear as an impetus for the necessary actions, for example, to deepen a trench, it’s reasonable. And I try to follow these principles. In general, I am afraid of two things: dentists and phosphorus mines. You can hardly hide from the mines, if you have some kind of small halabuda, the mine burns everything for one and a half meters - and you just burn out. And dentistry is a childhood trauma, and there is nothing I can do about it.
In the early autumn of 2015, we were registered with the national security headquarters of the Dnepropetrovsk region. There were rotations in Adveevka, Vodyany. Part of the time in Krasik (Krasnoarmeysk, now Pokrovsk, - ed.) sat. And then the volunteer battalions began to withdraw from the front line. For a while I stayed at Dnepr-1, and in the spring of 16 I realized that things would not work: I would not be officially registered, and I didn’t want to stand on the 3rd line of defense, just being in this Ministry of Internal Affairs movement. And I went to my brothers in the 128th brigade.
Then I managed to work as a civilian: for about a month and a half in a store related to outdoor activities, mountaineering and tourism, but I realized that I had nothing to do in peaceful cities. Lived with friends. It was not possible to rent an apartment, but to smile at the people who came and said that they were going to the Crimea, tell us something, I definitely could not. Once she did not compromise with her conscience, and even more so the second time. I wanted to try to return to the sport - I went to training, but my head and heart was in the army. Although leaving professional sports is very painful. Now I try not to come to civilian life - I have nothing to do there. Everything is alien. I don't know how people can care about the color of the cups he buys for his home? Why do you need to stand in line? Why, if you got a boor, you can’t come up and beat him for it? And I don’t want to think about what I will do if I do return there someday. For what? Another half of the contract is not served. It's like sitting in a position and dreaming about a sauna, a porcelain toilet bowl and a piece of pizza - and you feel so bad. Frozen, you understand that there is dirt around, and you really want to wash yourself - and your mood drops. Why sit and think about what you don’t have at the moment and won’t appear tomorrow. In the best case, somewhere in a week it will turn out to go to the city to eat belyash.
I have not been in Ukraine illegally for a single day - I have been extending the terms of my stay all the time. When it was necessary to do some things that one would sew up, I was helped by friends and volunteer funds. Then I got a temporary residence permit - I also extended it. I had attempts to ask for citizenship, but it ended in nothing. And when the list of documents for foreign citizens came out, it became clear that you need to do everything yourself. True, Gennady Druzenko, the head of the PMGP, helped me. And in the autumn of 1916, I signed a contract and left for the east as a soldier. True, at first no one knew how to register me, because I am a foreigner. But my thenthe company commander harnessed himself very strongly for me - and they still issued me. But the funny thing is that having the citizenship of Ukraine, and I received it in the fall of 17, I still serve under a contract for foreigners. I was offered that let's sign a new one, but then it turns out that what I served before does not count. And no lawyer knows what to do with it. There are no precedents in the country for a serviceman to change citizenship. And there is no mechanism how to break this contract or renegotiate it. To set off the time that I have already served, you need to go to court. And now I have been suffering with a leg injury for two months - I go to hospitals. And in principle, being in the east, I have no time to do this. Therefore, I simply continue to serve on a contract for foreigners.
I really wanted to get into the 93rd brigade, but they didn’t give me an attitude - and I ended up in the 24th as the senior shooter of a motorized infantry company. We were standing in the Lugansk region in a not very noisy place, where all the venality of the highest ranks and all the agreements became immediately visible. And zarobitchans rush into such places, it’s cool for them there, because you don’t have to fight. When it became extremely sad for me to look at all this, six months later, having managed to serve in a reconnaissance platoon, I transferred from that battalion to another battalion to the post of orderly. But in fact, my brother and I, with whom we fought together for more than a year, were a machine gun crew. We then stood near Popasna.
I loved my machine gun. Any fool can click, but if this is your weapon, you must be able to shoot. Know the corrections, maintain - it must be clean, lubricated and you need to know what to do when the machine gun does not fire. It is important to love your weapon. KPVT and DShK are my little happiness. I know how to work with it, but I'm always learning something new. https://preview.redd.it/1wae22fgobpa1.jpg?width=552&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=a9c5fda7cf06184128b852570b756c544683090c
In the army, I feel at ease and I am sure that this is mine. I have practically no girlfriends, I'm always in the men's team. This feature that friendship between a man and a woman is impossible is not about me. I clearly separate my personal life and what I do. It used to be in sports: you go to the gym and work - and no training romances. Now it's the same at the front: we work with men on an equal footing, my brothers can call me "bro". I have never experienced any discrimination. I was never given favors. Now I am a BMP gunner-operator in the same second battalion. We have an excellent crew, and we work normally. We are standing in the Donetsk region.
But if I like to fight, it does not mean that I like everything that happens in the army. I am very straightforward - and often voice that at this stage there is a total sabotage of the army reforms. The owl returns. You can't lure people who used to go to war with a "carrot" to the front. I read somewhere that it was savagery for foreigners, how a person cannot break a contract of his own free will. It turns out that this is something akin to slavery. Why do we serve according to the charter of the internal service of the Soviet Union prescribed for conscripts? That is, there is a contradiction between the contract that we sign and the statute to which we are obliged to obey. Our statute is not a code, but a punitive document.
The system resists and stubbornly clings to the old guard, which is subject to total reduction. When a zhinochka, a doctor, tells me that I served in the army for 25 years, I tell her directly: “So it’s like you ruined it and sold it?” - and for some reason she takes offense at me. But this lady is used to the ball, and she attached her daughter, and everything is fine with her and fuck it. But now the system can no longer withstand such a number of beneficiaries, when UBI was distributed left and right, because of this there is already a sea of conflicts, people are starting to die.
How many plans can be put to the military registration and enlistment offices, they recruit everyone in a row? And the country needs professionals. I think the time for heroes is over. A heroic deed is an indicator of the unprofessionalism of everything else. When a man threw himself naked ass at a tank - and bent his muzzle, yes, he is really a hero, he is handsome, he got his bearings in this situation, it cost him his life, but this is about everyone else.
But if we form a professional army, then we need to change the principles. We should have 40 generals, just like if we are forming a new country, then we should have 40 deputies in the Verkhovna Rada, not 450. I often hear the question, where are we going to put them and so on? To lustrate, let them go somewhere x # yar to another place. After all, behind this whole shobla, worthy people are simply lost.
It’s bad that we are now trying to deal with the consequences without defeating the cause, but we need to change the statute, recruitment for a contract and training. Why, in training, a contract soldier is in the barracks regime and does complete garbage there: he covers the bed under a thread with slippers flush, wears a machine gun with the barrel up, with a gas mask at the ready. But when we, the servicemen of the combat brigades, sent from the front line to the Desna training camp, tried to make a claim there, we were told that herethere is the headquarters of the ground forces, they give us a lesson plan - and we can't do anything.
With regards to women in the army, it is also a huge issue - I believe that by removing 80% of the female staff, the army will not lose combat effectiveness. Many women go to the army, knowing that they will have freebies and raspberries there. Although here it is rather necessary to ask men who see a woman in a woman, and not a soldier. If she came to the combat position of an AGS grenade launcher, then the first thing you need is to give her a shovel and force her to dig a position under the AGS. Main, spare and false. And if she does it badly, then write her a p#zdyulina. And we begin endless flights, but, having become pregnant, a woman continues to occupy a combat position for a certain amount of time while she is on her decree. And this should either be prohibited by law or prescribed in the contract. Yes, there are women who really serve, but they are few. But in general, this situation turns out: a boy comes - he is, by definition, cool, until he proves the opposite, a woman comes - she, by definition, is a whore, until she proves that this is not so. But in principle, professional selection is needed for everyone, now if people are fired for non-compliance, then half of the personnel simply will not exist. For example, a soldier, being at his platoon stronghold, must be able to shoot from all the weapons that he has in this position. And if he doesn’t know how, it’s either a screw up of the commanders of the GP, or the soldier himself. It seems to me that Ukrainians are too loyal in this regard. Well, now he got drunk for the third time, but you still need to give him a chance. And so everywhere: you can agree, bend, here you can’t fight - transfer. And this is all very wrong. A soldier may not be a grenade launcher, but he must be able to fire one. The same with medicine: everyone should be able to provide medical care. And when they accept a medical girl, but she can’t stand standing in armor - is that a platoon orderly?
If we talk about desires: I would like to be a sergeant. I don’t know about the officer - there is too much paperwork and some unnecessary checks, although on the other hand: why not. In this war, far from everything is over - there is something to do. We have a wonderful company, a combat commander, call sign Sapsan, - this is a war man, followed by the whole company - volunteer boys, mobilized, who fought in the 14-15th year and a minimum percentage of migrant workers who, under pressure from the environment, begin to work. But in general, I am proud of my company, my brothers.
The main thing is that everything is in order with my health, because so far problems with my leg are preventing me from living. Nobody needs a sick man and a sick soldier. And I want to be in combat readiness, to return to the front line. I do not like to play, if I have a task, I have to complete it. And here without options. I'm trying to live up to my choice now. In the same way, the country should be determined, what do we need? You can't look to Russia, have a business there, go to work - and at the same time talk about European development. If you rush about, then there will be no result, but this country has every chance for a worthy future.
Text and photo: Vika Yasinskaya, Censor . NET Source: https:// censor . net/ru/r3060775
2023.03.22 22:52 Last_Exchange_3381 Heyyyya
To the bot who cried wolf
Once upon a time a lovely girl moved to a tiny seaside village. It was simple but it would do. This girl was unhappy for many reasons but everyday tried her best to be kind to others and live her best life. She loved people and made friends easily. Underneath it all however, she couldn’t really relate to the locals, but then again they couldn’t really relate to her either. For, she had come from the future and knew of the delights and realities of other universes. But, the people in the village were innocent of this knowledge and instead entertained themselves with out-competing each other for being named expert on tallest height a single blade of grass can grow or where water from the rivers and seas go after it’s fallen off the edge of this flat earth. To them she was an alien, but this suited her perfectly!
One day, girl met boy in the unlikeliest pairing and though the circumstances seemed impossible, love bloomed. A deep, all consuming and soul stirring love it was, and they were soon inseparable, if not in physical presence then in mind and heart space. They truly loved and adored the other.
This doomed love story wasnt destined to be simple, and the prequels and spin off stories grew this love into a multiverse of madness. There were battles, there was good vs evil, there was the matrix and there was character reveals. The multiple character arcs and off shoots alone stunned audiences. There were masks, deep fake, morphing, and multiple personality two-in-one situations. Even those paying careful attention had a hard time keeping up. Everyone else gave up trying to understand and just went along for the ride.
People in the village were none the wiser all this time, just went about their silly little lives.
What happened to the boy and girl? They got stuck in the multiverses and are still there somewhere. She gave up and he… well who knows what he’s doing? One thing he has always been good at and might still be doing for fun is crying wolf. “Hey everyone! A dangerous wolf is coming tonight, lock all your gates and keep your loved ones close by.” But his might sound more like “Hey sexy, I love you. Im still here waiting for you. Please come home.”
Well, listen up boy, we know who you are and those words? Said by your trusty bot. We’ve finally caught on and though it wasn’t a very nice thing to do, we’re wiser now and won’t fall for online tricks ever again. Go find another innocent girl to terrorize now. See you never! Ciao ciao!
The end 🥀
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2023.03.22 22:52 Realistic-Run-1728 One Piece.
Since its debut in 1997, the anime and manga series One Piece has captivated viewers. The series has been hailed as one of the best works of fiction ever written and has a large global fan base. The reasons why One Piece is regarded as a storytelling masterpiece will be examined in this comprehensive and in-depth review.
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In conclusion, One Piece is a literary masterpiece that is deserving of every praise. Its reality building, characters, subjects, narrating, and craftsmanship style all meet up to make a masterpiece that is engaging, connecting with, and sincerely resounding. One Piece is a show that you shouldn't miss, whether you like anime or manga. It is a shining example of what can be accomplished when all of the elements of storytelling come together to create a compelling narrative and is a testament to the power of long-form storytelling.
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2023.03.22 22:50 CurrentInspection389 Ive been looking at this map for 10 minutes and I still cant see how any of these are justifiable.
2023.03.22 22:47 Chillout_Man The ending is refusing to let me do it
I got to the void sea and started swimming down on my own. After getting grabbed by the worm, I found other slugcats and continued swimming down for about 20 minutes. It was at this point that I resorted to Google since there was no sign of progress.
Google told me I'm supposed to somehow know to swim up so I did that for a while, but I'm still making no progress and I'm measuring seconds per frame instead of the other way around for some reason.
I really want to finish this game and try out the other slugcats, but I may have to give up on it if the game just won't let me finish it. I guess I could cheat and unlock the other slugcats manually, but I would like to finish this legitimately if I can. Please, any ideas you have would be helpful.
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2023.03.22 22:47 thisaintnopicnic New build advice - which air cooler?
Hi, I am building a new gaming PC for the first time in 12 years. My current rig is a pre-built Cyberpower PC with a GTX 970 which I've had for 6 years. I've got a 1440p 144hz monitor and all peripherals.
Main use will be gaming and general desktop use. Would be nice to play God of War, Elden Ring, Diablo IV with decent settings. Budget is about 2000GBP but looking to build something that will last a while rather than get the cost down.
After browsing this sub for a few weeks, this is the part list I've come up with:
PCPartPicker Part List
I've already bought the motherboard (got a good deal on Amazon warehouse) and the power supply, and my Fractal North case arrived today after being on back order.
I'd really appreciate any comments - what I'm struggling with is:
- Choosing an air cooler - I've read good things about the Noctua NH-D15, the Thermalright Peerless Assassin 120 SE, and the be quiet Dark Rock Pro 4. Is there much difference between these 3?
- RAM - would there be a noticeable difference between Corsair Vengeance DDR5 32GB 5600MHz vs 6000MHz? I'm not interested in RGB at all
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2023.03.22 22:44 autotldr Armed Russian jets have flown over a U.S. base in Syria nearly every day in March, U.S. commander says
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Armed Russian jets have flown over a U.S. military garrison in Syria nearly every day in March, violating a 4-year-old agreement between the U.S. and Russia and risking escalation, according to the U.S. general in charge of air operations in the region. Summary Source FAQ Feedback Top keywords: U.S.#1 Russian#2 ground#3 Grynkewich#4 Syria#5
Lt. Gen. Alexus Grynkewich, combined forces air component commander for U.S. Central Command, told NBC News on Wednesday that the most recent Russian overflight of At Tanf Garrison happened just a few hours earlier, and that Russian jets have violated the airspace roughly 25 times so far this month, compared to zero times in February and 14 in January.
This disclosure comes in the wake of an incident over the Black Sea last week in which two Russian Su-27 fighter jets flew aggressively around a U.S. MQ-9 Reaper drone, dumping fuel on the drone and eventually colliding with it, forcing the U.S. to down the drone in the water.
In 2019 the U.S. and Russia established rules of the air over Syria in order to avoid accidental and potentially provocative encounters.
The Russians still insist the U.S. stay away from Russian ground units, he explained, and the U.S. is adhering to that.
The Russians have even flown directly over U.S. troops on the ground in southern Syria, which he called provocative.
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2023.03.22 22:43 tonyamazing Can you recommended PSU upgrade for RTX 4090 and 5800X3D?
Here's my current build: PCPartPicker Part List
The RTX 3070 Ti is from Colorful but I couldn't find it in PCPartPicker.
The PSU is over a decade old. Question:
I'm looking to upgrade the GPU to an RTX 4090 and the CPU to an AMD Ryzen 7 5800X3D; what PSU would you guys recommend? What is your intended use for this build? The more details the better.
4k 144Hz Gaming and WFH. If gaming, what kind of performance are you looking for? (Screen resolution, framerate, game settings)
High FPS CoD MWII, sometimes with custom resolution 3440x1440. 4k Ray traced gaming, e.g. Cyberpunk 2077. What is your budget (ballpark is okay)?
$300 AUD but prefer much lower. In what country are you purchasing your parts?
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2023.03.22 22:36 overcomebyfumes Notes on Hell. (Part the first)
So my players have been slogging through Baldur's Gate (about to lay siege to Vanthampur Villa, finally). I've had a lot of time to think about Hell. A LOT of time. I got some of the old Planescape material, and between that and my own inferences, I've come up with quite a few (mental) notes, and I'm dumping them here to get them out of my head. I love this adventure, but there's just so much that should've been included and isn't.
The Politics of Hell (as they relate to DiA) Zariel is losing the Blood War
Much of the material I've come across has the Blood War being fought off-plane, in Hades for example. Places where dead devils are sent back to Hell and re-bodied, instead of being permanently destroyed. DiA has not one but two Demon Lords in a significant tactically advantageous position deep into Avernus, and Zariel on her heels trying to repel them. This is not a good position for an Archduke to be in, and makes her look weak. She will be desperate, looking for new allies, and trying to hold onto allies she has that may be trying to distance themselves from her. Zariel dosn't understand the Blood War Some background here
After delving into the lore, it's my belief that Asmodeus is actually still loyal to Heaven, and has been running the Blood War as an "eternal war" in order to keep the demons occupied and away from overwhelming other planes of existence. Asmodeus does not want to lose the Blood War, but he certainly doesn't want to "win" it either, because there is no winning it, the demons just keep coming. Zariel thinks the Blood War is a war that, if you just apply extreme enough measures, if you can find that extra something, if you throw enough bodies at the demons, the war can be won. I like to think of Zariel as Colonel Kurtz from Apocalypse Now
- increasingly isolated, spiraling inward, and looking to justify their insane brutal and extreme actions as being necessary to achieve victory. Where does this leave Zariel in terms of the greater politics of Hell?
There's eight other Archdukes, but only a few are going to concern themselves with what's going on on Avernus. The main ones are going to be:
Dispater - Ok, Dispater is paranoid as fuck and runs his level of Hell like a 1984 police state on crack. Dispater also absolutely does NOT want to be fighting the Blood War in the streets of the Iron City. The presence of Baphomet and Yeenoghu on Avernus is freaking him the fuck out. On the surface, he is pledging supplies and legions to Zariel to aid in repelling the Demon Lords and has made a number of public shows of unity, on a deeper level, he has flooded Avernus with spies and is actively reaching out to her generals to find someone to replace her as Archduke.
Levistus - The lord of desperate situations is beginning to sense Zariel's desperation. He will be sending envoys to discover if he can use that to his advantage. He has already sent a few legions of Ice Devils to Avernus to bolster Zariel's forces, in exchange for large numbers of soul coins from Zariel's treasury. His main goal is to free himself from his icy prison (I have a number of theories about Levistus and his imprisonment that maybe I'll post about one day - long story short, Asmodeus isn't the one who imprisoned him.) and is deeply interested in anything that gets him closer to that.
Glaysa - Glasya runs the biggest spy ring in the Hells. Everyone and everything either owes her a favor, or knows someone who owes her a favor. Basically, assume that unless your characters are deliberately taking action to prevent spying that Glasya knows exactly what they are doing. Glasya has no personal opinion on if Zariel should stay or go, but she is more than happy to act as information broker for
Mephistopheles - Zariel has approached Mephistopheles about making a weapon that could end the Blood War once and for all More Info Here
. Mephistopheles' thinking is a little more abstract than the the other Archdukes, so he's kept this to himself while pondering the theoretical possibilities of what Zariel is proposing. Zariel is greatly in his debt for keeping her request secret from Asmodeus, which isn't a great position for her to be in. Keeping secrets from Asmodeus isn't a great position for Mephistopheles to be in, either. Every Archduke has eight generals
This was an idea I picked up from the Alexandrian Remix. They never specify who Zariel's generals are other than the two she picked when she became Archduke - Olanthius and Haruman - and Bel, who was assigned to her when she ascended. What would the other five look like? And what are these three up to?
Olanthius - When Olanthius is not moping in the Crypt of the Hellriders, Zariel keeps him close, acting as a personal bodyguard and secretary. As general, he commands legions of undead raised by Dravanna, his second in command, an Arcanoloth necromancer skilled at re-animating deceased devils and demons alike. Zariel treats Olanthius like he is her best friend, often reminiscing about the days when he was still mortal. Olanthius cannot stand what he has become, and he loathes how twisted Zariel has become. Glaysa has correctly identified him as the general most likely to betray Zariel. Unfortunately, so has Baalzephon (see below), which makes it difficult for Olanthius to take action.
Haruman - revels in cruelty and destruction. He has been assigned to pacify Elturel and keep things there as peaceful as possible until it sinks into the Styx. He opened with a reign of terror and now the population is fearful of his wrath. His legions serves as MPs, policing the other legions for disloyalty and violations of Infernal Law. They also haunt the wastes, tracking down rogue devils and unsanctioned warlord activity.
Bel - Bel is unique in many ways. He was the former Archduke of Avernus, but somehow he's still alive and not imprisoned in some inanimate object. He is the only known Archduke to have achieved that rank starting as a lemure and getting promoted over hundreds if not thousands of years. His speciality is logistics and coldly calculated tactics. He played the Blood War like chess, while Zariel is trying to blow up the chessboard with buckshot. He doesn't necessarily want to be Archduke again; he tried it once and was appalled at the politics and deal making that got in the way of governing. He's been grooming his son Belphegor (see below) to one day take that role. Zariel recognizes the threat that Bel is to her reign, but finds his planning and logistical support to be critical for her sorties. She has effectively exiled him from her inner circle, leaving him to weapons and equipment production at his Forge and communicating with him by imp messenger. He commands legions like any other general, but they are unarmed support units, delivering supplies and equipment to the fighting units at the front. If Baphomet and Yeenoghu had been shown secret ways into Avernus for the purpose of making Zariel look bad, Bel would be a good candidate for having done it, but there is no evidence of this.
Baalzephon - Baalzephon was the Pit Fiend (and what a Pit Fiend! Formerly one of Asmodeus's personal guard) that cut off Zariel's arm in one-on-one combat and nearly killed her. Taking him as a general was a requirement of Asmodeus promoting her to Archduke. Baazephon was Asmodeus' kill switch. Assuming him to be unswerving loyal to him, Asmodeus relied on him to spy on Zariel and potentially assassinate her if she should ever get out of hand. Unfortunately, Zariel proved to be extremely persuasive, appealing to Baazephon's martial nature and seducing him to her side. Baalzephon is unwaveringly, fanatically loyal to Zariel. Baalzephon still makes his weekly reports to Asmodeus, but they are skewed to support Zariel. He will be in deep trouble is Asmodeus ever discovers that he is lying to him. Baalzephon's legions are fewer in number than other generals, but they handle Zariel's personal security, security at important sites like Zariel's treasury/mint and critical infrastructure like Stygian Iron mines, as well as spying and espionage within Avernus.
Belphegor - Bel's son has spent considerable time convincing Zariel that he despises his father, and would like nothing more than to strike him down. She promoted him to his generalship based on this, and she delights in seeing Belphegor's cruelty towards his father, occasionally summoning Bel to court so Belphegor can punish him for some slight infraction. In reality, this is all an act, and Bel is plotting for his son to be in position to take over the Archdukedom when Zariel is inevitably deposed. It is mainly Belphegor and Garathiel's (see below) legions that are currently fighting Baphomet and Yeenoghu's demon horde.
Gorgoma - Gorgoma is a massive corrupted Empyrean. She uses her titanic height to command Zariel's air cavalry, consisting of spine devils and eyrines and other flying horrors. She is highly intelligent and skilled in tactics, but her input is often overlooked because of her size. Everyone assumes her to be completely loyal, but her seething resentment towards Zariel would make her a valuable ally in a coup attempt.
Chemosh - Chemosh and her legions were recently sent into Limbo to seek a potent weapon to end the Blood War. Only Chemosh returned, and she's been wandering the wastes of Avernus preaching about the glory of the Stone, and all should seek out the Stone and re-take it from those who would use it to do harm. It is unknown if she found what she was sent to find, or what this Stone is all about. The running assessment from those who have not heard her preach is that something she experienced in Limbo drover her mad. Shemosh takes the form of a beautiful elf maiden with the body of a 500 foot long centipede. All of the legs are arms, and each one ends in delicate elfin hands. She is beginning to acquire followers, and both Baalzephon and Glasya are becoming concerned enough to send out assassination parties.
Garathiel - The least of Zariel's generals, Garathiel was an angel who was inspired by Zariel's zeal, and wandered down to aid in the Blood War. Seeing in Garathiel a kindred spirit, Zariel made him a general and gave him legions of devils to command. Truth to tell, Garathiel exaggerated his level of fighting experience and is in way over his head.
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2023.03.22 22:34 IridescentFallout09 Linkin Park's Full Discography (Song Titles and Working Titles)
Hybrid Theory EP (1999):
|Title: ||Working Title: |
|Carousel ||Carousel |
|Technique (Short) ||Rendezvous |
|Step Up ||Step Up |
|And One ||And One |
|High Voltage ||Siamo |
|Part Of Me/ Track 7 ||Chair |
Hybrid Theory (2000):
|Papercut ||Paper Cut |
|One Step Closer ||Plaster |
|With You ||Now I See/ Dust Brothers |
|Points Of Authority ||Oh No/ Points And Authority |
|Crawling ||Sky |
|Runaway ||Stick N' Move |
|By Myself ||Sad/ Superxero/ Superzero |
|In The End ||Untitled |
|A Place For My Head ||Esaul |
|Forgotten ||Rhinestone |
|Cure For The Itch ||Mr. Hahn |
|Pushing Me Away ||Harmonic Song |
|My December ||My December |
|Foreword ||Foreword |
|Don't Stay ||Sick |
|Somewhere I Belong ||Pretty Birdy/ Pretty Birdie |
|Lying From You ||Cuidado |
|Hit The Floor ||Husky |
|Easier To Run ||Interrogation |
|Faint ||Faint |
|Figure.09 ||Figure.09/ Plaster 2/ Plaster II |
|Breaking The Habit ||Drawing |
|From The Inside ||Shifter |
|Nobody's Listening ||Nobody's Listening |
|Session ||Session |
|Numb ||Numb |
Minutes To Midnight (2007):
|Wake ||WAKE Album Intro Idea |
|Given Up ||21 Stitches/ Fire In The City |
|Leave Out All The Rest ||Fea When My Time Comes |
|Bleed It Out ||Accident/ Re-Fucking Write |
|Shadow Of The Day ||Shadow Of The Day |
|What I've Done ||Bang Three |
|Hands Held High ||Song Q |
|No More Sorrow ||EBow/ EBow Idea |
|Valentine's Day ||Valentine's Day |
|In Between ||In Between |
|In Pieces ||Pictures |
|The Little Things Give You Away ||Drum Song |
|No Roads Left ||Patients/ No Roads Left But One |
|Across The Line ||Japan |
A Thousand Suns (2010):
|The Requiem ||The Requiem |
|The Radiance ||The Radiance |
|Burning In The Skies ||Burning In The Skies |
|Empty Spaces ||Empty Spaces |
|When They Come For Me ||Dingleberry |
|Robot Boy ||Voyage/ Robot Boy |
|Jornada Del Muerto ||Jornada Del Muerto |
|Waiting For The End ||Meadowlands |
|Blackout ||Pac-manny/ Packmanny |
|Wretches And Kings ||Rygar |
|Wisdom, Justice, And Love ||Wisdom, Justice, And Love |
|Iridescent ||Iridescent New |
|Fallout ||Fallout |
|The Catalyst ||Underbite |
|The Messenger ||The Messenger |
|Blackbirds ||Blackbirds |
|New Divide ||Megatron |
Living Things (2012):
|Lost In The Echo ||Holding Company |
|In My Remains ||One Forty |
|Burn It Down ||Buried At Sea |
|Lies Greed Misery ||Piledriver |
|I'll Be Gone ||Primo |
|Castle Of Glass ||Castle Of Glass |
|Victimized ||Battle Axe |
|Roads Untraveled ||Roads Untraveled |
|Skin To Bone ||Skin To Bone |
|Until It Breaks ||Apaches/ Foot Patrol/ Three Band Terror |
|Tinfoil ||Tinfoil |
|Powerless ||Tinfoil |
The Hunting Party (2014):
|Keys To The Kingdom ||Coffee |
|All For Nothing ||True Chainz |
|Guilty All The Same ||Blinky |
|The Summoning ||The Summoning |
|War ||Warrior |
|Wastelands ||Artillery/ The Wastelands/ Wastelands Of Today |
|Until It's Gone ||Thanksgiving |
|Rebellion ||Rebellion |
|Mark The Graves ||Plato |
|Drawbar ||Drawbar |
|Final Masquerade ||Drawbar |
|A Line In The Sand ||Odyssey |
One More Light (2017):
|Nobody Can Save Me ||Nobody Can Save Me Now / Nobody Can Save Me J Green 2 |
|Good Goodbye ||Good Goodbye |
|Talking To Myself ||Talking To Myself |
|Battle Symphony ||Battle Tymp Ony |
|Invisible ||Invisible - MS w Justin Parker |
|Heavy ||Heavy |
|Sorry For Now ||Sorry For Now |
|Halfway Right ||Halfway Right |
|One More Light ||One More Light |
|Sharp Edges ||Sharp Edges |
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2023.03.22 22:31 Amannil Polyhotel - NFT based game inspired by Habbo Hotel
Polyhotel $POLY Polygon chain
Do you remember when Habbo was a big thing? Now is your chance to get in early to the blockchain equivalent of Habbo: Polyhotel!
Polyhotel is an NFT based social game on the Polygon network where you can create rooms, host mini-games, trade items such as rares, make friends and more!
Aim and next steps
We aim to make a successful game where the only limit is your creativity. You can chat, create rooms or hustle by trading rare items. The development has begun and there will be an early gameplay demo soon showcasing creating rooms and putting your NFT furniture in the room. Paid marketing will also start soon.
Polyhotel will have furniture, rare items, characters and more as NFTs on OpenSea. Polygon offers super low fees which makes sense when buying NFTs that aren't super valuable. For example a $0.1 wooden stool to your room is viable on Polygon because of the low fees.
The $POLY token has a supply of 10 billion and a tax of 6%. The tax is divided into marketing fee and liquidity fee. The goal is to remove the tax entirely when the liquidity is at a healthy level. There is also a 4% max wallet limit to combat whales. Liquidity (92% of tokens) is locked.
More info on the website: polyhotel.io
Join the discussion Telegram: t.me/polyhotel
Feel free to join our community and ask any questions you may have! We're excited to get this going and share the development process with you!
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2023.03.22 22:31 LongerWinter [poem] I see the boys of summer by Dylan Thomas
I see the boys of summer in their ruin Lay the gold tithings barren, Setting no store by harvest, freeze the soils; There in their heat the winter floods Of frozen loves they fetch their girls, And drown the cargoed apples in their tides.
These boys of light are curdlers in their folly, Sour the boiling honey; The jacks of frost they finger in the hives; There in the sun the frigid threads Of doubt and dark they feed their nerves; The signal moon is zero in their voids.
I see the summer children in their mothers Split up the brawned womb's weathers, Divide the night and day with fairy thumbs; There in the deep with quartered shades Of sun and moon they paint their dams As sunlight paints the shelling of their heads.
I see that from these boys shall men of nothing Stature by seedy shifting, Or lame the air with leaping from its hearts; There from their hearts the dogdayed pulse Of love and light bursts in their throats. O see the pulse of summer in the ice.
But seasons must be challenged or they totter Into a chiming quarter Where, punctual as death, we ring the stars; There, in his night, the black-tongued bells The sleepy man of winter pulls, Nor blows back moon-and-midnight as she blows.
We are the dark deniers, let us summon Death from a summer woman, A muscling life from lovers in their cramp, From the fair dead who flush the sea The bright-eyed worm on Davy's lamp, And from the planted womb the man of straw.
We summer boys in this four-winded spinning, Green of the seaweed's iron, Hold up the noisy sea and drop her birds, Pick the world's ball of wave and froth To choke the deserts with her tides, And comb the county gardens for a wreath.
In spring we cross our foreheads with the holly, Heigh ho the blood and berry, And nail the merry squires to the trees; Here love's damp muscle dries and dies, Here break a kiss in no love's quarry. O see the poles of promise in the boys.
I see the boys of summer in their ruin. Man in his maggot's barren. And boys are full and foreign in the pouch. I am the man your father was. We are the sons of flint and pitch. O see the poles are kissing as they cross.
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2023.03.22 22:31 765Bro At this point I legitimately expect them to delete the Sengoku classes like they did Zen in MapleSEA
No new Maple Memos for a hot minute but Nexon's current philosophy is becoming clearer and clearer through their actions: Phase out all non-KMS content so that they can cut costs on the 5 or 6 developers GMS still has on staff, since any KMS content that GMS wants to steal invariably risks bugs or conflicts with unique content, not to mention difference in balance between the servers to be considered.
Singapore wasn't closed because it """"""wasn't optimized"""""" but because they needed to get rid of pottable badges to square the game with KMS, and proof of that is the fact that they haven't re-introduced pottable badges in the 5 years since. So we all know what their real target was by that change. https://imgur.com/a/rO2pL2d
The change to Commerci is no different, except that Nexon has learned two lessons from "monitoring player feedback" with regards as to how to deal with this KMS-alignment policy. The first is that stealth nerfing Sweetwater equips preps the playerbase for them to completely delete Commerci in the near future since no one will complain about "outdated content" (heedless of the fact that Nexon are the ones that intentionally outdated to it to prime for this) being closed, and the second is obviously that Maple Memo = platform and opportunity for player outrage over decisions that basically boil down to "we're too cheap to maintain our own content, so regardless of immediate and real player impact we're just going to keep bulldozing systems until we reach the point we can fire most of the staff and coast by completely simply translating and recycling KMS events"
So now instead of communicating with players about it, they hid it in the bug fixes section of patch notes, two hours before 5 AM maintenance. It goes nicely with PB x Yeti too, because they're probably expecting that most of the discussion over the Sweetwater changes will quickly get subsumed by people complaining about how soulless and unfun the PB x Yeti filler is.
At the same time they're hiding nerfs to Sweetwater equips in the bug fixes section, they're putting bug fixes for the Sengoku classes under their job balance section along with a blurb that basically reads: "This is all your getting- so stop asking."
Obviously, GMS has no interest in actually working on the Sengoku classes because it doesn't fit with their total KMS alignment policy, and since that isn't something that's likely to change any time soon, they're telling Hayato and Kanna mains to stop expecting... anything. To the point, I now seriously expect them to delete the Sengoku (and Jett) classes like they did Zen in MapleSEA, giving players an opportunity to job change to an explorer of the same type before closing the door on all of Zipangu.
You guys can call me insane but I honestly think it is self-evident that this is the way we're headed. They will kick that can down the road as long as they can get away with (and they tried to buy time for that by telling Sengoku players to stop asking for actual changes), but believe it that as we get nearer and nearer to total KMS-alignment, Commerci will be entirely removed from the game, and you should absolutely expect Gollux equips to have it's set effect removed due to "players being confused about the difference between Cracked, Solid, Reinforced, and Superior" as a 'clarity improvement' 1 hour before the Saviour patch.
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2023.03.22 22:31 Amannil Polyhotel - NFT based game inspired by Habbo Hotel
| || |https://preview.redd.it/a3e3180mzcpa1.png?width=1984&format=png&auto=webp&s=10607f666b129c192865fdb25d2c8fba1233b75b Polyhotel $POLY Polygon chain submitted by Amannil to AllCryptoBets [link] [comments]
Do you remember when Habbo was a big thing? Now is your chance to get in early to the blockchain equivalent of Habbo: Polyhotel!
Polyhotel is an NFT based social game on the Polygon network where you can create rooms, host mini-games, trade items such as rares, make friends and more! Aim and next steps
We aim to make a successful game where the only limit is your creativity. You can chat, create rooms or hustle by trading rare items. The development has begun and there will be an early gameplay demo soon showcasing creating rooms and putting your NFT furniture in the room. Paid marketing will also start soon. Why polygon?
Polyhotel will have furniture, rare items, characters and more as NFTs on OpenSea. Polygon offers super low fees which makes sense when buying NFTs that aren't super valuable. For example a $0.1 wooden stool to your room is viable on Polygon because of the low fees. Tokenomics
The $POLY token has a supply of 10 billion and a tax of 6%. The tax is divided into marketing fee and liquidity fee. The goal is to remove the tax entirely when the liquidity is at a healthy level. There is also a 4% max wallet limit to combat whales. Liquidity (92% of tokens) is locked. Links
More info on the website: polyhotel.io
Join the discussion Telegram: t.me/polyhotel
Feel free to join our community and ask any questions you may have! We're excited to get this going and share the development process with you!