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2023.03.22 13:56 beta_version Z3 pricing question. Is it a classic or not?
I’m looking to buy my first Z3. I found a nice looking red 1998 2.8L manual transmission with 85,000 miles listed in my area for $10,500. The seller stated in the listing it is well over KBB value which it is by a couple of thousand dollars. Is that reasonable? Should Z3s be commanding a higher price because they’re “Classic” cars?
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2023.03.22 13:47 Double__Q Siphoning kerosene from one heater, that no longer works, to the other. Ghetto style.
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2023.03.22 13:18 maximilianziggy An Incredible Bloodstone - March Birthstone Jewelpin
 | History submitted by maximilianziggy to u/maximilianziggy [link] [comments] Bloodstone, also known as heliotrope, is a dark green chalcedony with red or brown spots. This silver gemstone jewellery has been used for thousands of years for its healing properties, particularly for blood disorders. In ancient times, it was believed that the stone was formed from the blood of Christ, and was used to create religious objects. Facts Bloodstone is a green chalcedony with red spots. It's been used for healing blood disorders for centuries. It was popular for religious and decorative objects in ancient times and the Renaissance. Healing Bloodstone is believed to have healing properties for the body and mind. It is said to improve circulation, detoxify the body, and reduce inflammation. It can also promote self-confidence and courage while calming the mind and easing emotional stress. Color the color of bloodstone typically has a dark green base color with specks or veins of red or brownish-red resembling drops of blood, hence its name. The overall appearance can vary depending on the cut and polish of the stone. Care March birthstone bloodstones can be cleaned at home with warm soapy water and a soft brush. this has been recommended by Jewelpin Avoid exposing your bloodstone jewelry to harsh chemicals or extreme temperatures. To avoid scratching, the gem should not be worn while exercising or cleaning. https://preview.redd.it/blnxs9r09apa1.jpg?width=800&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=408c79160e8ab603fe6611394c6b3c3dcf244780 |
2023.03.22 12:39 australian_opal Opal Stone
Australian Opal Ring is a unique and beautiful gemstone that is known for its distinctive play of color. It is a hydrated form of silica, and its name comes from the Greek word "opallos," which means "to see a change of color."
Opals can vary in color, with some being predominantly white, while others are black, and still others have a range of colors including red, blue, green, and yellow. The play of color in opals is caused by the diffraction of light as it passes through tiny silica spheres within the stone.
Australian Opal Earrings are commonly used in jewelry, and they are believed to have some spiritual and healing properties. For example, opals are said to enhance creativity, improve relationships, and bring balance and harmony to the wearer's life.
However, it's important to note that some blue opal can be quite fragile and prone to cracking or breaking if not handled carefully. If you're interested in purchasing an opal, it's a good idea to learn about the different types of opals and how to care for them properly.
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Opals can vary in color, with some being predominantly white, while others are black, and still others have a range of colors including red, blue, green, and yellow. The play of color in opals is caused by the diffraction of light as it passes through tiny silica spheres within the stone.
Australian Opal Earrings are commonly used in jewelry, and they are believed to have some spiritual and healing properties. For example, opals are said to enhance creativity, improve relationships, and bring balance and harmony to the wearer's life.
However, it's important to note that some blue opal can be quite fragile and prone to cracking or breaking if not handled carefully. If you're interested in purchasing an opal, it's a good idea to learn about the different types of opals and how to care for them properly.
2023.03.22 11:54 _Triple_ [STORE] 900+ KNIVES/GLOVES/SKINS, 50.000$+ INVENTORY. M9 Fade, M4 Poseidon, Kara Gamma, BFK Freehand, BFK Bright Water, Spec Gloves Kimono, Nomad Fade, M9 Doppler, Skeleton, BFK B.Steel, AWP Fade, Stiletto Fade, S.Gloves Slingshot, BFK Ultra, Kara Damas, Bayo Lore, Bayo Gamma, Flip Fade & A Lot More
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2023.03.22 11:37 gemsbiz HOW TO ORGANIZE YOUR BEADS COLLECTION LIKE A PRO?
 | Organizing your beads collection doesn’t have to be a daunting task. Whether you’re a novice or an experienced beader, it’s always helpful to have an organized space for all of your beads. Having a system in place can help you keep track of your supplies and ensure that you don’t miss out on any creative opportunities. In this blog post, we’ll provide you with easy-to-follow tips and tricks on how to organize your bead collection like a pro! submitted by gemsbiz to u/gemsbiz [link] [comments] HOW TO ORGANIZE YOUR BEADS COLLECTION LIKE A PRO? SUPPLIES YOU'LL NEEDOrganizing a bead collection can seem like a daunting task, but it doesn't have to be! With the right supplies, you can make organizing your natural gemstone beads fun and easy. Here are some of the supplies you'll need for getting your beads organized:• Jewelry-making pliers - These will help you with stringing and attaching clasps onto the ends of jewelry pieces. • Bead boards - These are great for sorting and organizing your beads before you begin stringing them together. • Bead containers - These will help keep your wholesale beads separated and easy to find. Look for small boxes with separate compartments to store different sizes of beads. • Jewelry-making tools - These include tools such as thread cutters, crimp tubes, and wire cutters. • Needles – Use these when stringing beads to keep everything secure and in place. • Bead thread – This is necessary for stringing your beads together. • Clasps – These are necessary if you’re making bracelets or necklaces. • Wire – This is necessary for wrapping around beads or stones to create pendants. Once you have all the supplies you need, you’re ready to start organizing your bead collection! SORTING YOUR BEADS BY CATEGORYStart by separating your stone beads into categories such as precious gemstone beads, semi-precious beads, and bulk gemstone beads. This way, you'll know exactly where each bead belongs and won't have to waste time rummaging through your stash looking for the one you want.SORTING YOUR BEADS BY COLOROrganizing your bead collection by color is a great way to keep your collection looking neat and organized. To start, gather all of your beads and separate them into piles according to the primary colors: red, blue, green, yellow, white, black, and brown. If you have more than one of each color, divide those up further into shades. For example, if you have several different hues of blues, separate those into light blues, navy blues, turquoise, etc. Doing this will help you when you’re looking for specific colors in the future. Once all of your beads are sorted by color, you can move on to the next step.SORTING YOUR BEADS BY POPULAR STONE TYPESSorting your beads by popular stone types is a great way to organize and store your collection. Popular stone beads include precious to semi-precious stones like emerald beads, ruby beads, sapphire beads, turquoise beads, amethyst beads, opal beads, labradorite beads, kyanite beads, garnet beads, fluorite beads, chrome diopside beads, crystal quartz beads, moonstone beads, carnelian beads, apatite beads, onyx beads, tanzanite beads, tourmaline beads, citrine beads, chrysoprase beads, topaz beads, amazonite beads, aquamarine beads and more.It's important to label each container with a name or description of the beads inside so you can easily find them later. This is especially helpful if you have multiple containers with the same type of stone. When organizing your beads by stone type, it's also important to take extra precautions to keep your collection clean and organized. To keep your beads from getting dirty or damaged, use anti-static bags and store them in airtight containers. This will protect them from dust and debris, ensuring that your collection stays beautiful for years to come! SORTING YOUR BEADS BY CUTIf you want to be more organized and make sure that all your beads are easy to find, you can sort them by cut. This is especially important if you’re looking for a particular shape or style of bead. The most common cuts include faceted gemstone beads, briolette beads, teardrop, and more.Organizing your bead collection by the cut will not only help you find the perfect bead for your projects but also save you time and frustration when it comes to finding the right size and shape. Whether you’re a beginner or an experienced jewelry maker, having an organized bead collection will make creating beautiful pieces much easier. SORTING YOUR BEADS BY SHAPEOne of the most effective ways to organize your bead collection is by sorting them by shape. Different shapes can make it easier to find what you are looking for and can help create a visually pleasing display when you are finished.When sorting your beads by shape, you should consider all of the possible shapes they come in. Some of the most popular gemstone beads shapes include round shape beads, cube beads, teardrops, triangles, rectangles, ovals, and hearts. It’s important to sort each type of bead into its own category so you can easily find what you’re looking for. For example, if you have a bunch of round beads, you should keep all of them in one pile and label it “round beads”. Then, separate the other types of beads into their own piles and label them accordingly. This way, when you go to pick out beads for a project, you will know exactly which shape you need and where to look for it. CONCLUSIONOrganizing your bead collection can seem like an overwhelming task, but it doesn't have to be! With these tips and tricks, you can easily organize your beads like a pro. Once you have your beads sorted, it will be much easier to find the beads you need for your projects. It will also make it easier to spot beads that are missing or out of place. Having an organized and tidy bead collection will give you more time to focus on creating beautiful jewelry and other crafts. |
2023.03.22 11:27 Raptor013 [OC] New World Order - Chapter Twenty One
The latest Chapter for the on going story, New World Order is now available for everyone's viewing. It can also be found at https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13535599/21/New-World-Order
‘Did you really have to threaten to open fire on one of your fellow countrymen?’ I hear Jensen ask via an overhead speaker.
“Jensen,” I start, wincing slightly as I readjust my position in the makeshift bed, I had been forced into despite my many protests, “I don’t make threats. If I say I’m going to do something, I’ll make it happen.”
‘That doesn’t help,’ Jensen replies, ‘It also doesn’t help that you delivered that statement to an Enlisted Officer.’
“He’s lucky that’s all I did,” I reply, “Mark was a self-entitled bully back when we were at school. And his attitude certainly hasn’t improved based on our brief encounter the other day.”
‘They’ve lodged an official complaint,’ Jensen states, ‘Apparently they want know why a Nazi flagged ship entered the harbour, threatened the Coast Guard and then simply sailed off.’
“They don’t want to know anything about the attempted air raid, or the battle just off the coast that repelled that air raid?” I ask.
‘There is no mention anywhere in their complaint of seeing any aircraft above the harbour,’ Jensen replies, ‘Although they are also wanting to know about the mystery figure they spotted skating around one of the islands in the harbour.’
“Out of interest,” I ask, “Has anyone from the Chinese Government made a statement about this?”
‘Not officially,’ Jensen answers, ‘Although there have been some back-channel discussions. From what they have disclosed to us, they did witness the air raid and the defensive actions your fleet took. As to their inaction. They were unable to verify our warning to them in time to be able to raise the warning with their boats.’
“That entire engagement lasted almost two hours,” I say shaking my head in disbelief, “If they want answers, I’ll answer them if they can tell me why their only response was to send a single Coast Guard cutter out to investigate.”
‘As I said,’ Jensen begins, ‘They make no mention of seeing any of this in their complaint.’
“Then they are either covering it up, are incompetent or both,” I state, “The lack of action from the Chinese ships that were in the harbour can probably be explained as not wanting to start an International Incident. But I’m not buying the story that no one else saw what was going on that morning.”
‘It certainly does seem that someone is trying to cover this up,’ Jensen agrees, ‘However, without a full investigation into what happened, it’s your word against theirs. And being as you withdrew from the area almost as soon as the battle was over you can see why it doesn’t look good.’
“They’ll have a hard time explaining away all the evidence from the battlefield,” I say, “The boys at the lab are going to be busy for a while documenting everything.”
‘What evidence?’ Jensen asks.
“Well aside from numerous parts from the aircraft that attacked Darwin,” I begin, “The reason I withdrew as fast as I could was, we were able to recover one of the enemy boats.”
‘Have you learned anything about how they work?’ Jensen asks.
“I haven’t been aboard,” I admit, “I’ve been confined to bedrest for the last week.”
‘Its not like you to follow doctors’ orders,’ Jensen comments, ‘You normally ignore most medical advice.’
“What doctor?” I ask, “I still have to be given the all clear from the medical team once we get back to Midway.”
‘Sounds serious,’ Jensen replies, ‘What happened?’
“A concussion of some sort and what I believe to be at least two broken ribs,” I answer, “The ship came under direct attack and Eugen was forced to make some rapid course changes, which sent me bouncing through a hatchway on my way to the deck.”
‘So how long until you reach Midway?’ Jensen inquires.
“Probably two weeks at best guess,” I reply, “Between the slow speed we need to maintain due to having a heavily damaged ship under tow and the rough weather down here it’s making for a slow return voyage.”
‘Well keep in briefed,’ Jensen comments before I hear the audible click as the phone connection ends.
**
As the skies slowly began to illuminate marking the start of another day, I found myself out on deck during one of the rare moments I had been allowed to leave my quarters.
In the distance the outline of the main laboratory building came into view as Eugen skilfully navigating her ship around the atoll towards the area reserved for offshore mooring of large ships that visited Midway.
As the ship rounded the western most edge of the atoll, the details of the upgrades the team had been working on became apparent. The barge which had been used to transport the huge generator from Darwin had been beached not far from the main power station.
Another larger building had also started to take shape not far from the main laboratories although its purpose was lost on me given the last reports, I had read indicated that we were only using around sixty percent of the facilities storage and research spaces and under forty percent of the living areas.
“It would seem that the team has been busy in our absence,” I comment aloud.
As I say this the rising sun clears the top of the main building, bathing the waters around the atoll in light. Taking in the sight I spy Bogue’s ship moored in the distance. My gaze is soon captured however as in the growing light across the waves a pair of large, heavily armed gun boats lay at anchor.
As Eugen slows her ship and in the near distance I hear the rattle of numerous anchor chains, I take in the details of the closest ship. From the stern flag post a white flag with a red pattern hangs limp in the still morning.
As I scan across the length of the ship, I take note of the numerous sets of gun turrets spread along the length of the main deck from just below the bridge structure running back to just ahead of the number four main battery.
My attention however is soon drawn away to the second of the gun boats, this ship despite from the distance appearing to be slightly smaller in size projected more fear despite fact that like the other ships anchored around the atoll was simply floating at anchor in the low morning swells.
I put the additional sense of projected fear down to the fact that the entire ship appeared to be painted in a flat black paint from the waterline all the way to the very top of the super structure. The only hint of another colour was the flag hanging from the stern post.
**
“Do you have any lingering effects from the hit to your head?” the doctor asks.
“No,” I reply with a shake of my head, “The headaches cleared up about three days after. The burly vision and ringing in my ears cleared up around the same time.”
“Well,” the doctor says turning off the torch he had been using a moment before, “I’d say you have a minor concussion. But if you aren’t suffering any of the after effects now, you should be fine to return to your regular duties. As for your ribs.” He continues turning to a scan pinned to a light board on the wall. “They are healing well. But you definitely broke two. There’s not much else we can do to speed up your recovery there. Just take it easy.”
“That’s easier said than done,” I retort sarcastically.
“Yes,” the doctor agrees, “You do have a habit of being right where the action is.”
“Speaking of action,” I say changing the subject, “What have I missed here?”
“A lot,” the doctor admits, “However the Professor said he’ll brief you once we were finished here.”
**
Five minutes later, after the doctor signed off on my medical reports, I enter the main research room to find the Professor sitting in front of his usual multi monitor setup rapidly scrolling through an endless stream of what appeared to be computer code from a distance. “Pull up a chair Nathan,” he says, “We’ve got a lot to discuss.”
“It would seem so,” I answer remaining standing a short distance away next to a table littered with pages of reports. “Can we begin with an update from the Global Explorer. Surely Jim has reported in by now?”
“He sent a pair of video data folders yesterday,” Professor Strickland answers, “Two separate files he says are from two different locations. He labelled them with the co-ordinates.”
“Anything interesting in the videos?” I ask.
“Plenty if you’re interest lies in the contour of the ocean floor,” Strickland answers with a slight chuckle, “But aside from that. Nothing of importance. I still don’t know why you sent him to either of those locations.”
“Because I needed to confirm a theory,” I reply, “Both of those sites he checked out are where the wrecks of the Akagi and Kaga were found.”
“And that proves a theory?” Strickland asks.
“It certainly lends a lot of support to my theory,” I reply, “Whoever is behind the attacks out at sea has been testing us. Well testing our military at the very least. So far, they’ve employed tactics from our history against us, and are using weapons from our past against us as well.”
“To what end though?” Strickland asks, “None of that makes any sense.”
“I agree,” I say, “But look carefully at what we know. Pearl Harbour was attacked in very similar fashion to how the Japanese did at the start of the Pacific War. And what do we find floating in the middle of the Pacific Ocean but a ship that matches perfectly to one of the very ships that was involved in the original battle. A ship that by rights should be on the bottom of the Pacific a couple of hundred nautical miles away from this atoll.”
“But we still don’t know the who or the what,” Strickland insists, “We also don’t know how far this goes?”
“I think we can safely say it goes as far as every ocean on the planet,” I reply, “I’m certainly no expert when it comes to warfare. But whoever is behind this is playing for keeps. They’ve already openly attacked at American Naval Base, a British Fleet out at sea and conducted two Air Raids on major ports in Australia. Plus, there’s enough evidence to believe they ambushed an American Fleet as well.”
“So, your theory is that we are at war with an unknown enemy?” Strickland presses.
“Yes,” I answer, “So far though. I believe they have only been testing our abilities. Otherwise, this would be on every news network around the globe. Right now, the only reason we know anything is through sheer luck.”
“It would seem that you are not alone in thinking that,” Strickland admits, “One of our newest arrivals is of the same opinion.”
“Yes,” I begin, “I meant to ask earlier about the two ships anchored off the atoll. Care to fill me in on that?”
“Do you remember the briefing before you left,” Strickland says, “Where we covered our theory on what those cubes we keep finding are.”
“I remember,” I reply, “The theory is that they contain data of some sort. Only the scanners could not complete the scans due to overheating.”
“The new generator solved that problem,” Strickland announces proudly, “With the extra power, we were able to stabilize the power supply and run additional cooling. We’ve also been able to read quite a few of those cubes now. We found a few of them to be blank however.”
“Blank?” I ask.
“Yes,” Strickland confirms, “Blank. Nothing on them at all. So, one of the junior programmers wondered what would happen if we tried to load data into a cube.”
“What sort of data?” I ask in a worried tone.
“It started off simple,” Strickland admits, “The team transferred about a dozen different ship designs into a couple of cubes. Then transferred data about various types of weapon systems, radars, tactical data from reports that we obtained from Jensen.”
“Does Jensen know about that?” I ask.
“He said it was okay,” Strickland answers, “He said most of the reports were public knowledge already and those that weren’t, were not subject to any privacy laws.”
“Okay, so now we have a bunch of cubes that contain technical and tactical data,” I say, “How does any of that equal two ships anchored off shore?”
“We subjected some of them to a large electrical charge,” Strickland answers simply.
“You didn’t,” I say feeling the colour drain from my face at the prospect.
“We sure did,” Strickland admits, “In fact your timing is perfect. Our first arrival from those experiments has just arrived.”
Turning towards the door, I notice a tall woman with long brown hair step through the open door to the lab. As she makes her way towards us a feeling of familiarity hits me. Everything about her appearance feels oddly like someone I had met before. From the prominent fox-like ears, numerous tails lazily waving behind her, even the style in how she wore her hair.
Then it hit me. Aside from the lighter shade of colour in her hair and the more modest choice of clothing, she nearly was identical in appearance to Akagi. Someone who for the last several weeks had barely been out of my presence as she had insisted on making certain I had remained in the makeshift medical bay to recover from the injuries I had sustained during the battle.
“Please forgive my lateness, Professor,” she says in a voice that despite its calm nature, hints that should the occasion require, could dominate the room. “I lost track of the time studying the history papers you gave me.”
“No need for apologies,” Strickland replies, “I was just briefing the Captain on the latest progress the research team had been making.”
Turning to me, “Allow me to introduce our senior Captain, Nathan Harrison. He oversees our research ships and is one of the teams leading theoretical researchers.” Strickland announces, “Nathan, this is Amagi. Her presence here is the result of one of the experiments I mentioned a moment ago.”
“A pleasure to meet you,” I say with a smile.
“The Professor has spoken of you often,” Amagi says, “He mentioned that you lead from the front and take a very hands-on approach to the projects you oversee.”
“I certainly try to keep myself busy,” I reply, “Being able to have full control of the ship certainly makes the research side of my job easier given I have a greater control over the variables.”
Amagi nods silently in agreement.
“Would I be correct in assuming that the larger of the two cruisers anchored off shore is yours?” I enquire.
“You assume correctly,” Amagi replies, “Are you familiar with Japanese Naval History, Captain?”
“I have a very limited knowledge when it comes to naval history or even tactics for that matter,” I admit, “However I’m certainly learning a lot recently given the events of the past several months.”
“From how the Professor explained my arrival here and the arrival of the other members of the fleet,” Amagi explains, “It would seem that the cubes used in my creation have taken the form from my original design.”
“Your original design?” I ask.
“My ship was original designed to be a battle cruiser, before an attempted conversion to an aircraft carrier was halted due to my hull being badly damaged,” Amagi replies.
Before I can reply, the phone on the table beside the Professor buzzes. Picking it up, the Professor listens in silence before speaking, “We’ll be over in the minute.”
“Problem?” I ask seeing the worried look on the Professors face.
“Maybe,’ he replies, “The radio guys are picking up a radio call from the Global Explorer. They say it sounds like a distress call.”
**
Crossing the room to where one of the team’s radio operators was listening closely through a headset. As we approached, he held up a hand to prevent any of us from speaking. After a brief pause, he removed the headset and turned to face us. “I have cleaned up the recording as much as possible. But there is a lot of static.”
“Play it,” Strickland says.
‘Glo..l Explorer .. Midway. Encount.. hostile ….. Attack.. Sink… Host… head… fo. Mi..ay. Se..nt..n hour. No..h w.st. R.n’
Sharing a look with the Professor as I mentally replayed the message in my head filling it the blanks with the most logical word. As I realized the full message my eyes widened in shock. Going to the nearest computer and sliding the operator out of the way, I rapidly log into the facility’s secure server.
As the opening page loads on the monitor, I take note of the spinning icon in the lower left corner of the screen. Double clicking on the icon, my worst fears are confirmed. “The Global Explorer is dumping its logs onto the server,” I report.
“What does that mean?” I hear Amagi ask in confusion.
“It’s the last action taken before abandoning ship,” I reply, “It’s either manually activated by one of the senior crew before they leave the bridge, or automatically triggered if the ships internal sensors detect multiple compartments flooding.”
“Any chance that it’s a false alarm?” the Professor asks.
“None,” I reply, scrolling through the data logs, barely giving them time to finish loading before moving to the next. “I don’t know what happened out there. But the engine room temperature spiked to over a thousand degrees before dropping down to eleven. Both the forward cargo compartment and rear loading deck compartment sensors are indicating flooding. And the trim sensors are showing a forty-degree list to starboard.”
Looking away from the computer and taking a deep breath to compose my thoughts, “That and the radio message,” I say, “It was definitely Jim. He clearly said hostile and attack and that whoever they were, are headed this way.”
**
Standing in the conference room fifteen minutes later, the realization that with the apparent loss of the Global Explorer and the loss of the Intrepid and the very real possibility of a hostile enemy closing in on Midway, the team stationed here had lost both main pre-planned escape options we had prepared for in situations that required the rapid evacuation of the atoll.
Behind me I hear various people entering the conference room and taking a seat. As the scrapping of chairs being moved dies down, I turn to face those gathered. Before I can speak, a couple of late arrivals step in through the open door.
The final member of this group is a young woman with short, light peach coloured hair. Who on seeing me, turned away from the group and ran straight for me. On reaching me she wrapped both arms around me drawing me into a tight embrace.
“I see you’ve met Roon,” I hear the Professor call from the doorway as he enters the room.
“So it would seem,” I struggle to reply, “I take it she is the second result of your experiments,” I add.
“Yes,” Strickland replies joining me at the front of the room, “It would seem that she’s a hugger.”
“Would it be possible to have my body back please?” I ask.
Slowly releasing me, Roon steps back, before silently re-joining the others seated in the room.
“I think she likes you,” The Professor comments.
“What makes you say that?” I ask gently feeling my ribs which feel like they are on fire.
“The fact she followed your request,” Strickland answers, “You’re the first who’s been able to get through to her.”
“That’s great,” I mutter sarcastically, “We just need to work on her introductions then. I swear she just re-broke my ribs.”
“If its any consolation,” Strickland begins, “Her combat prowess is second to none based on what little we’ve learned to date.”
Shaking me head in quiet disbelief at the Professor’s continued unyielding push for results rather than showing any concern for how those results were obtained. I scanned the room to find that everyone was looking in my direction.
Everyone save for Akagi. Who was staring through narrowed eyes towards Roon sitting a few rows away.
Clearing my throat, “As some of you may already know. We have received a warning of a possible hostile enemy that is heading straight for us,” I explain, “To those of you who are in senior positions. I need you to wind up any work your departments are working on. And execute our evacuation protocols.”
“Where are we going?” someone from the back of the room calls out.
“The team will evacuate towards Hawaii,” I reply, “There they will either report in to the Navy Yard. Or if advised carry on to the main land.”
As I finish this brief explanation. Over half of those gathered, stand up and walk out to begin the evacuation. As the door closes behind the last of them Professor Strickland speaks up, “Do you really intend to run?”
Looking across at the Professor I reply, “I intend for you and the others to run. In case the rest of us fail to stop the enemy from reaching Midway.”
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‘Did you really have to threaten to open fire on one of your fellow countrymen?’ I hear Jensen ask via an overhead speaker.
“Jensen,” I start, wincing slightly as I readjust my position in the makeshift bed, I had been forced into despite my many protests, “I don’t make threats. If I say I’m going to do something, I’ll make it happen.”
‘That doesn’t help,’ Jensen replies, ‘It also doesn’t help that you delivered that statement to an Enlisted Officer.’
“He’s lucky that’s all I did,” I reply, “Mark was a self-entitled bully back when we were at school. And his attitude certainly hasn’t improved based on our brief encounter the other day.”
‘They’ve lodged an official complaint,’ Jensen states, ‘Apparently they want know why a Nazi flagged ship entered the harbour, threatened the Coast Guard and then simply sailed off.’
“They don’t want to know anything about the attempted air raid, or the battle just off the coast that repelled that air raid?” I ask.
‘There is no mention anywhere in their complaint of seeing any aircraft above the harbour,’ Jensen replies, ‘Although they are also wanting to know about the mystery figure they spotted skating around one of the islands in the harbour.’
“Out of interest,” I ask, “Has anyone from the Chinese Government made a statement about this?”
‘Not officially,’ Jensen answers, ‘Although there have been some back-channel discussions. From what they have disclosed to us, they did witness the air raid and the defensive actions your fleet took. As to their inaction. They were unable to verify our warning to them in time to be able to raise the warning with their boats.’
“That entire engagement lasted almost two hours,” I say shaking my head in disbelief, “If they want answers, I’ll answer them if they can tell me why their only response was to send a single Coast Guard cutter out to investigate.”
‘As I said,’ Jensen begins, ‘They make no mention of seeing any of this in their complaint.’
“Then they are either covering it up, are incompetent or both,” I state, “The lack of action from the Chinese ships that were in the harbour can probably be explained as not wanting to start an International Incident. But I’m not buying the story that no one else saw what was going on that morning.”
‘It certainly does seem that someone is trying to cover this up,’ Jensen agrees, ‘However, without a full investigation into what happened, it’s your word against theirs. And being as you withdrew from the area almost as soon as the battle was over you can see why it doesn’t look good.’
“They’ll have a hard time explaining away all the evidence from the battlefield,” I say, “The boys at the lab are going to be busy for a while documenting everything.”
‘What evidence?’ Jensen asks.
“Well aside from numerous parts from the aircraft that attacked Darwin,” I begin, “The reason I withdrew as fast as I could was, we were able to recover one of the enemy boats.”
‘Have you learned anything about how they work?’ Jensen asks.
“I haven’t been aboard,” I admit, “I’ve been confined to bedrest for the last week.”
‘Its not like you to follow doctors’ orders,’ Jensen comments, ‘You normally ignore most medical advice.’
“What doctor?” I ask, “I still have to be given the all clear from the medical team once we get back to Midway.”
‘Sounds serious,’ Jensen replies, ‘What happened?’
“A concussion of some sort and what I believe to be at least two broken ribs,” I answer, “The ship came under direct attack and Eugen was forced to make some rapid course changes, which sent me bouncing through a hatchway on my way to the deck.”
‘So how long until you reach Midway?’ Jensen inquires.
“Probably two weeks at best guess,” I reply, “Between the slow speed we need to maintain due to having a heavily damaged ship under tow and the rough weather down here it’s making for a slow return voyage.”
‘Well keep in briefed,’ Jensen comments before I hear the audible click as the phone connection ends.
**
As the skies slowly began to illuminate marking the start of another day, I found myself out on deck during one of the rare moments I had been allowed to leave my quarters.
In the distance the outline of the main laboratory building came into view as Eugen skilfully navigating her ship around the atoll towards the area reserved for offshore mooring of large ships that visited Midway.
As the ship rounded the western most edge of the atoll, the details of the upgrades the team had been working on became apparent. The barge which had been used to transport the huge generator from Darwin had been beached not far from the main power station.
Another larger building had also started to take shape not far from the main laboratories although its purpose was lost on me given the last reports, I had read indicated that we were only using around sixty percent of the facilities storage and research spaces and under forty percent of the living areas.
“It would seem that the team has been busy in our absence,” I comment aloud.
As I say this the rising sun clears the top of the main building, bathing the waters around the atoll in light. Taking in the sight I spy Bogue’s ship moored in the distance. My gaze is soon captured however as in the growing light across the waves a pair of large, heavily armed gun boats lay at anchor.
As Eugen slows her ship and in the near distance I hear the rattle of numerous anchor chains, I take in the details of the closest ship. From the stern flag post a white flag with a red pattern hangs limp in the still morning.
As I scan across the length of the ship, I take note of the numerous sets of gun turrets spread along the length of the main deck from just below the bridge structure running back to just ahead of the number four main battery.
My attention however is soon drawn away to the second of the gun boats, this ship despite from the distance appearing to be slightly smaller in size projected more fear despite fact that like the other ships anchored around the atoll was simply floating at anchor in the low morning swells.
I put the additional sense of projected fear down to the fact that the entire ship appeared to be painted in a flat black paint from the waterline all the way to the very top of the super structure. The only hint of another colour was the flag hanging from the stern post.
**
“Do you have any lingering effects from the hit to your head?” the doctor asks.
“No,” I reply with a shake of my head, “The headaches cleared up about three days after. The burly vision and ringing in my ears cleared up around the same time.”
“Well,” the doctor says turning off the torch he had been using a moment before, “I’d say you have a minor concussion. But if you aren’t suffering any of the after effects now, you should be fine to return to your regular duties. As for your ribs.” He continues turning to a scan pinned to a light board on the wall. “They are healing well. But you definitely broke two. There’s not much else we can do to speed up your recovery there. Just take it easy.”
“That’s easier said than done,” I retort sarcastically.
“Yes,” the doctor agrees, “You do have a habit of being right where the action is.”
“Speaking of action,” I say changing the subject, “What have I missed here?”
“A lot,” the doctor admits, “However the Professor said he’ll brief you once we were finished here.”
**
Five minutes later, after the doctor signed off on my medical reports, I enter the main research room to find the Professor sitting in front of his usual multi monitor setup rapidly scrolling through an endless stream of what appeared to be computer code from a distance. “Pull up a chair Nathan,” he says, “We’ve got a lot to discuss.”
“It would seem so,” I answer remaining standing a short distance away next to a table littered with pages of reports. “Can we begin with an update from the Global Explorer. Surely Jim has reported in by now?”
“He sent a pair of video data folders yesterday,” Professor Strickland answers, “Two separate files he says are from two different locations. He labelled them with the co-ordinates.”
“Anything interesting in the videos?” I ask.
“Plenty if you’re interest lies in the contour of the ocean floor,” Strickland answers with a slight chuckle, “But aside from that. Nothing of importance. I still don’t know why you sent him to either of those locations.”
“Because I needed to confirm a theory,” I reply, “Both of those sites he checked out are where the wrecks of the Akagi and Kaga were found.”
“And that proves a theory?” Strickland asks.
“It certainly lends a lot of support to my theory,” I reply, “Whoever is behind the attacks out at sea has been testing us. Well testing our military at the very least. So far, they’ve employed tactics from our history against us, and are using weapons from our past against us as well.”
“To what end though?” Strickland asks, “None of that makes any sense.”
“I agree,” I say, “But look carefully at what we know. Pearl Harbour was attacked in very similar fashion to how the Japanese did at the start of the Pacific War. And what do we find floating in the middle of the Pacific Ocean but a ship that matches perfectly to one of the very ships that was involved in the original battle. A ship that by rights should be on the bottom of the Pacific a couple of hundred nautical miles away from this atoll.”
“But we still don’t know the who or the what,” Strickland insists, “We also don’t know how far this goes?”
“I think we can safely say it goes as far as every ocean on the planet,” I reply, “I’m certainly no expert when it comes to warfare. But whoever is behind this is playing for keeps. They’ve already openly attacked at American Naval Base, a British Fleet out at sea and conducted two Air Raids on major ports in Australia. Plus, there’s enough evidence to believe they ambushed an American Fleet as well.”
“So, your theory is that we are at war with an unknown enemy?” Strickland presses.
“Yes,” I answer, “So far though. I believe they have only been testing our abilities. Otherwise, this would be on every news network around the globe. Right now, the only reason we know anything is through sheer luck.”
“It would seem that you are not alone in thinking that,” Strickland admits, “One of our newest arrivals is of the same opinion.”
“Yes,” I begin, “I meant to ask earlier about the two ships anchored off the atoll. Care to fill me in on that?”
“Do you remember the briefing before you left,” Strickland says, “Where we covered our theory on what those cubes we keep finding are.”
“I remember,” I reply, “The theory is that they contain data of some sort. Only the scanners could not complete the scans due to overheating.”
“The new generator solved that problem,” Strickland announces proudly, “With the extra power, we were able to stabilize the power supply and run additional cooling. We’ve also been able to read quite a few of those cubes now. We found a few of them to be blank however.”
“Blank?” I ask.
“Yes,” Strickland confirms, “Blank. Nothing on them at all. So, one of the junior programmers wondered what would happen if we tried to load data into a cube.”
“What sort of data?” I ask in a worried tone.
“It started off simple,” Strickland admits, “The team transferred about a dozen different ship designs into a couple of cubes. Then transferred data about various types of weapon systems, radars, tactical data from reports that we obtained from Jensen.”
“Does Jensen know about that?” I ask.
“He said it was okay,” Strickland answers, “He said most of the reports were public knowledge already and those that weren’t, were not subject to any privacy laws.”
“Okay, so now we have a bunch of cubes that contain technical and tactical data,” I say, “How does any of that equal two ships anchored off shore?”
“We subjected some of them to a large electrical charge,” Strickland answers simply.
“You didn’t,” I say feeling the colour drain from my face at the prospect.
“We sure did,” Strickland admits, “In fact your timing is perfect. Our first arrival from those experiments has just arrived.”
Turning towards the door, I notice a tall woman with long brown hair step through the open door to the lab. As she makes her way towards us a feeling of familiarity hits me. Everything about her appearance feels oddly like someone I had met before. From the prominent fox-like ears, numerous tails lazily waving behind her, even the style in how she wore her hair.
Then it hit me. Aside from the lighter shade of colour in her hair and the more modest choice of clothing, she nearly was identical in appearance to Akagi. Someone who for the last several weeks had barely been out of my presence as she had insisted on making certain I had remained in the makeshift medical bay to recover from the injuries I had sustained during the battle.
“Please forgive my lateness, Professor,” she says in a voice that despite its calm nature, hints that should the occasion require, could dominate the room. “I lost track of the time studying the history papers you gave me.”
“No need for apologies,” Strickland replies, “I was just briefing the Captain on the latest progress the research team had been making.”
Turning to me, “Allow me to introduce our senior Captain, Nathan Harrison. He oversees our research ships and is one of the teams leading theoretical researchers.” Strickland announces, “Nathan, this is Amagi. Her presence here is the result of one of the experiments I mentioned a moment ago.”
“A pleasure to meet you,” I say with a smile.
“The Professor has spoken of you often,” Amagi says, “He mentioned that you lead from the front and take a very hands-on approach to the projects you oversee.”
“I certainly try to keep myself busy,” I reply, “Being able to have full control of the ship certainly makes the research side of my job easier given I have a greater control over the variables.”
Amagi nods silently in agreement.
“Would I be correct in assuming that the larger of the two cruisers anchored off shore is yours?” I enquire.
“You assume correctly,” Amagi replies, “Are you familiar with Japanese Naval History, Captain?”
“I have a very limited knowledge when it comes to naval history or even tactics for that matter,” I admit, “However I’m certainly learning a lot recently given the events of the past several months.”
“From how the Professor explained my arrival here and the arrival of the other members of the fleet,” Amagi explains, “It would seem that the cubes used in my creation have taken the form from my original design.”
“Your original design?” I ask.
“My ship was original designed to be a battle cruiser, before an attempted conversion to an aircraft carrier was halted due to my hull being badly damaged,” Amagi replies.
Before I can reply, the phone on the table beside the Professor buzzes. Picking it up, the Professor listens in silence before speaking, “We’ll be over in the minute.”
“Problem?” I ask seeing the worried look on the Professors face.
“Maybe,’ he replies, “The radio guys are picking up a radio call from the Global Explorer. They say it sounds like a distress call.”
**
Crossing the room to where one of the team’s radio operators was listening closely through a headset. As we approached, he held up a hand to prevent any of us from speaking. After a brief pause, he removed the headset and turned to face us. “I have cleaned up the recording as much as possible. But there is a lot of static.”
“Play it,” Strickland says.
‘Glo..l Explorer .. Midway. Encount.. hostile ….. Attack.. Sink… Host… head… fo. Mi..ay. Se..nt..n hour. No..h w.st. R.n’
Sharing a look with the Professor as I mentally replayed the message in my head filling it the blanks with the most logical word. As I realized the full message my eyes widened in shock. Going to the nearest computer and sliding the operator out of the way, I rapidly log into the facility’s secure server.
As the opening page loads on the monitor, I take note of the spinning icon in the lower left corner of the screen. Double clicking on the icon, my worst fears are confirmed. “The Global Explorer is dumping its logs onto the server,” I report.
“What does that mean?” I hear Amagi ask in confusion.
“It’s the last action taken before abandoning ship,” I reply, “It’s either manually activated by one of the senior crew before they leave the bridge, or automatically triggered if the ships internal sensors detect multiple compartments flooding.”
“Any chance that it’s a false alarm?” the Professor asks.
“None,” I reply, scrolling through the data logs, barely giving them time to finish loading before moving to the next. “I don’t know what happened out there. But the engine room temperature spiked to over a thousand degrees before dropping down to eleven. Both the forward cargo compartment and rear loading deck compartment sensors are indicating flooding. And the trim sensors are showing a forty-degree list to starboard.”
Looking away from the computer and taking a deep breath to compose my thoughts, “That and the radio message,” I say, “It was definitely Jim. He clearly said hostile and attack and that whoever they were, are headed this way.”
**
Standing in the conference room fifteen minutes later, the realization that with the apparent loss of the Global Explorer and the loss of the Intrepid and the very real possibility of a hostile enemy closing in on Midway, the team stationed here had lost both main pre-planned escape options we had prepared for in situations that required the rapid evacuation of the atoll.
Behind me I hear various people entering the conference room and taking a seat. As the scrapping of chairs being moved dies down, I turn to face those gathered. Before I can speak, a couple of late arrivals step in through the open door.
The final member of this group is a young woman with short, light peach coloured hair. Who on seeing me, turned away from the group and ran straight for me. On reaching me she wrapped both arms around me drawing me into a tight embrace.
“I see you’ve met Roon,” I hear the Professor call from the doorway as he enters the room.
“So it would seem,” I struggle to reply, “I take it she is the second result of your experiments,” I add.
“Yes,” Strickland replies joining me at the front of the room, “It would seem that she’s a hugger.”
“Would it be possible to have my body back please?” I ask.
Slowly releasing me, Roon steps back, before silently re-joining the others seated in the room.
“I think she likes you,” The Professor comments.
“What makes you say that?” I ask gently feeling my ribs which feel like they are on fire.
“The fact she followed your request,” Strickland answers, “You’re the first who’s been able to get through to her.”
“That’s great,” I mutter sarcastically, “We just need to work on her introductions then. I swear she just re-broke my ribs.”
“If its any consolation,” Strickland begins, “Her combat prowess is second to none based on what little we’ve learned to date.”
Shaking me head in quiet disbelief at the Professor’s continued unyielding push for results rather than showing any concern for how those results were obtained. I scanned the room to find that everyone was looking in my direction.
Everyone save for Akagi. Who was staring through narrowed eyes towards Roon sitting a few rows away.
Clearing my throat, “As some of you may already know. We have received a warning of a possible hostile enemy that is heading straight for us,” I explain, “To those of you who are in senior positions. I need you to wind up any work your departments are working on. And execute our evacuation protocols.”
“Where are we going?” someone from the back of the room calls out.
“The team will evacuate towards Hawaii,” I reply, “There they will either report in to the Navy Yard. Or if advised carry on to the main land.”
As I finish this brief explanation. Over half of those gathered, stand up and walk out to begin the evacuation. As the door closes behind the last of them Professor Strickland speaks up, “Do you really intend to run?”
Looking across at the Professor I reply, “I intend for you and the others to run. In case the rest of us fail to stop the enemy from reaching Midway.”
2023.03.22 11:10 Deenstheboi I made a song for Myla, not really good tbh, but I just wanted to write a song for her
Through the roads long forgotten In a Distant purple Shine Comes a Knight with cloak rotten Inside a crystal filled mine
Through the crystalline Walls Part of the Empire of the fallen King We hear a Distant, clear but small Voice that seems to Sing
A Bug, in the mines Alone Happily, the crystals hits Surrounded by those Magic Stones Just her, and its loyal pick
The name's Myla, she says A common bug doing her job Who believes is on a big progress To find the so called Magic rock
She asks if we would Stay Maybe give her some company However, we must get on our way But we shall meet again on our Journey
Back from the Tearful City Our Journey brings us to those mines once more Lets see if our friend Myla, maybe Found herself that special amazing ore
However, Myla seems different Tired, quiet, out of herself As a looking left out ant In her hiding spot on stealth
Tried to call for our friend Her words barely left her mouth She says she may be closer to the end But, it that what she really wants now?
Worried about her, we were However our Journey must continue, After leaving, Myla's Brain became a blur As "She" wanted to kill it, but Myla barely pulled through
After adventuring through the peaks Through crystals of light and plain Dark We found what maybe Myla was trying to seek The So called Crystal Heart
So lets meet her again Maybe she was just tired or sick Been a while since have seen a friend The One with the thy loyal pick
Then our souls get smashed As our friend we try to greet We are instead, with Myla clashed Us with our nail, she with her loyal pick
As my nail crosses her heart The Agony Scream she Gave was just too much Her desperarion and pain could Pull Lands apart Her little song in her fading voice echoed through such
I Pointed my Nail at the roof of the mine And told to Every God who could hear my silent Scream Mark my words, God of the Hive Of Greenpath, Wastes and Red Grim I am just a mere Knight Who is just as much as I may seem But I will Kill this Blinding Light That plagued my dear friends dream For Myla, I will make things Change To your delicate body I shall give Revenge
We shall now bury our friend A mere Miner, with big dreams To be a songwriter, compose her own Melodies Hear them through the crowds of the Hallow Lands
So, as Myla used to Sing: We'll bury the White False King We'll bury her friends miners, who died in the peak And then we will bury Myla, with her loyal pick
Not my best work, but wanted to share
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Through the crystalline Walls Part of the Empire of the fallen King We hear a Distant, clear but small Voice that seems to Sing
A Bug, in the mines Alone Happily, the crystals hits Surrounded by those Magic Stones Just her, and its loyal pick
The name's Myla, she says A common bug doing her job Who believes is on a big progress To find the so called Magic rock
She asks if we would Stay Maybe give her some company However, we must get on our way But we shall meet again on our Journey
Back from the Tearful City Our Journey brings us to those mines once more Lets see if our friend Myla, maybe Found herself that special amazing ore
However, Myla seems different Tired, quiet, out of herself As a looking left out ant In her hiding spot on stealth
Tried to call for our friend Her words barely left her mouth She says she may be closer to the end But, it that what she really wants now?
Worried about her, we were However our Journey must continue, After leaving, Myla's Brain became a blur As "She" wanted to kill it, but Myla barely pulled through
After adventuring through the peaks Through crystals of light and plain Dark We found what maybe Myla was trying to seek The So called Crystal Heart
So lets meet her again Maybe she was just tired or sick Been a while since have seen a friend The One with the thy loyal pick
Then our souls get smashed As our friend we try to greet We are instead, with Myla clashed Us with our nail, she with her loyal pick
As my nail crosses her heart The Agony Scream she Gave was just too much Her desperarion and pain could Pull Lands apart Her little song in her fading voice echoed through such
I Pointed my Nail at the roof of the mine And told to Every God who could hear my silent Scream Mark my words, God of the Hive Of Greenpath, Wastes and Red Grim I am just a mere Knight Who is just as much as I may seem But I will Kill this Blinding Light That plagued my dear friends dream For Myla, I will make things Change To your delicate body I shall give Revenge
We shall now bury our friend A mere Miner, with big dreams To be a songwriter, compose her own Melodies Hear them through the crowds of the Hallow Lands
So, as Myla used to Sing: We'll bury the White False King We'll bury her friends miners, who died in the peak And then we will bury Myla, with her loyal pick
Not my best work, but wanted to share
2023.03.22 10:37 Kawaii_PotatoUwU The devs or whoever's in charge has shown they're not willing to do a good job
The lackluster patchnotes and late balancing is not an unfortunate accident or incompetemce and to give them the benefit of the doubt is exactly what they want. They want to keep their expensive cards as unreasonably high performers for that sweet sweet pay to have fun cash. This patch slightly touched Thanos and Shuri and obliterated a lot of mediocre decks as well as pool 3 contenders such as moongirl shehulk with the Quinjet nerf. Not that Shehulk isn't playable but her core of Titania and The hood is now out the window.
What we wanted:
Stones start in deck
Leech rework
Aero pulls in order of play
Shuri nerf
Spacestone rework
What we got:
Quinjet nerf (makes me quit the game)
Leech untouched
Aero dead
Red skull sidegrade
Spacestone rework (hurray)
I would like to say it was fun while it lasted but honestly it was mediocre and this patch was supposedly the one which would fix the problems with the game. F the people who made this patch.
Quinjet rant:
Quinjet reducing cards to 0 haven't been a problem at all outside of the stones. Now they killed archetypes like bounce and moongirl shehulk (which heavily relies on titania and the hood), one of which could actually compete with the top decks. Now they can keep their expensive cards' winrate high. The nerf was not out of concern of future balance but rather to bump the winrate of whales.
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What we wanted:
Stones start in deck
Leech rework
Aero pulls in order of play
Shuri nerf
Spacestone rework
What we got:
Quinjet nerf (makes me quit the game)
Leech untouched
Aero dead
Red skull sidegrade
Spacestone rework (hurray)
I would like to say it was fun while it lasted but honestly it was mediocre and this patch was supposedly the one which would fix the problems with the game. F the people who made this patch.
Quinjet rant:
Quinjet reducing cards to 0 haven't been a problem at all outside of the stones. Now they killed archetypes like bounce and moongirl shehulk (which heavily relies on titania and the hood), one of which could actually compete with the top decks. Now they can keep their expensive cards' winrate high. The nerf was not out of concern of future balance but rather to bump the winrate of whales.
2023.03.22 10:27 godiagshop 2023 GODIAG Power Probe(GT101/GT102/GT103) FAQ & Review
 | Godiag has three kinds of power probe testers: Godiag GT101, Godiag GT102 and Godiag GT103. All support Car Power Line Fault Finding + Fuel Injector Cleaning and Testing + Relay Testing. The difference is that GT101 covers all functions of the others, GT102 cannot display current, and GT103 is the cheapest as it doesn’t support AC voltage and Current display. Here have collected some newest FAQs and customer reviews in 2023 about Godiag Power Probe. submitted by godiagshop to u/godiagshop [link] [comments] https://preview.redd.it/90ucg1pge9pa1.jpg?width=700&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=49e7c2bc7203a92c2977e011167712a6971f8410 2023 GODIAG Power Probe FAQ: Question 1: How to use the Godiag Wire Piercing Probe? Answer: 1) First, turn the red knob and pull down the spring clip to an appropriate position, so that the spring clip can clamp the line under test. 2) Screw the red knob again to make sure the probe and the line under test are in good contact. 3) Insert the banana plug cable at the end of it. 4) Plug the other end of banana plug cable into the GT101/GT102/GT103. 5) After reading the voltage, unplug the cable, turn the knob and pull down the spring clip, finally remove the test wire. https://preview.redd.it/sty5b7phe9pa1.jpg?width=700&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=f1e26919a14d34d704fc0daf5c07947e0d12d203 Question 2: Does this make a different sound for positive and negative or is it the same? Answer: Yes, it makes different sounds. When the product detects the positive, the beep will become sharp and the indicator will turn red at the same time. https://preview.redd.it/qc8v5abie9pa1.jpg?width=800&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=261352e56dc4349324bc77ff877ed7581b35a07d When the product detects the negative, the beeping sound will become smooth and the indicator light will turn green. https://preview.redd.it/s375nnvie9pa1.jpg?width=800&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=ed5307f3ade3f149fe8f052f0b0dd4915f5a2c77 Question 3: How to clean fuel injector? Answer: 1) Prepare a fuel injector cleaner pressurized can or a carburetor cleaner pressurized can (nozzle diameter of the pressurized cans: 4mm) 2) Hold the manual cleaning tool tightly with your hand, and firmly fix the fuel injector with your fingers to prevent the pressure of the cleaner can from washing away the fuel injector. 3) Pay attention to the hazards of liquid to human body during manual cleaning, and take protective measures. Do not operate in dangerous places with open flames because the pressurized cans are extremely flammable. (Choose an open place to facilitate the discharge of cleaning liquid.) https://preview.redd.it/gmx92deje9pa1.jpg?width=700&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=3bb3de2db4364bf28f47d75928a532b32cdb8812 2023 GODIAG Power Probe Customer Review: Review 1: Very helpful tool I build motorcycles as a hobby and this godiag tool makes it so easy to find you positive and ground. Makes testing lights and gauges breeze. Review 2: Great for troubleshooting, diagnosing and finding broken wires, shorts and failed devices This Godiag circuit tester tool makes it a breeze when rewiring your cars, finding blown fuses, shorts and testing relays. The added benefit is the injector cleaning adapters and the ability to pulse them, as well as relays, and circuits in the cars. I recently used this tool to rewire a classic VW, troubleshoot an ABS communication and pump issue in a later model VW, wire in a new radio and trace out wires in a 2002 Chevy suburban, repair a broken wire in a tail light on a 2007 Chevy Silverado. Can’t go wrong for the price. Great tool to add to your tool box. Review 3: GREAT diagnostic tool! Recommended for every garage! These types of tools are great to have in the garage or workshop. You may be wondering what's so great when you can get a bulb tester for like 5 bucks right? Well, this Power Probe can introduce voltage into the system to test simple items such as door regulators and motors. It can also introduce ground when needed on certain components that react off ground, not power. You can activate it to test relays and fuel injectors. Review 4: Work well Got this godiag power probe for hooking and testing lights on my vehicles. Leads are long enough to reach for my battery to the rear of my pickup. Never used one before but is working well for me. Makes finding grounds, testing lights, checking wire for breaks easy. I'm sure there is more it will do, and I will learn them as I go. Priced a lot cheaper than most like it. Seems well-constructed with good test leads, good clamps, several types of different probe connections. Review 5: Save yourself some money We had a short in our 2007 jeep which we spent hours trying to find out where it was! When you have to trace a short down it is time consuming and taking it to a mechanic was going to cost us about $500! We purchased this Godiag circuit probe tester and within an hour trace the short down fixed it and saved ourselves some big bucks! This is one of those tools if you don’t have it you would wish you did, anyone that works on their own car really needs to invest in one of these. I would highly recommend this product to anyone. More customer reviews on Godiag Pirt Power Probe: GODIAG GT101 PIRT Power Probe In-depth Review: Test Accurately, Fast and Good Value 2022 GODIAG GT101 PIRT Power Probe Newest Reviews GODIAG GT102 PIRT Power Probe Review Godiag GT103 Mini Pirt Electric Circuit Tester Customer Review |
2023.03.22 10:20 muushu_ Help! MSI Motherboard won't POST, Red CPU Debug Light only.
Hiya. I'm in a bit of a pickle.
I'm setting up a brand new system (specs at the end).
Doing my pre-case test. Fans spin on CPU cooler, GPU and PSU, but no boot. Red CPU debug light comes on immediately. Motherboard manual is fabulously unhelpful.
I've reseated by CPU twice. I've reseated my RAM, and my GPU. My CPU cooler fans are plugged into a fan splitter and into the cpu_fan header. I've unseated and reseated, then replaced the CMOS battery. Contacts are fine, no bent pins.
Motherboard, GPU and CPU are all plugged into the PSU properly.
The only thing I can think of to do is try to update the BIOS, but without display or a M-FLASH button I have no idea how I would even go about that. I don't have any other components to test with / use.
Advise is very much appreciated.
System Specs
Sapphire 21323-01-20G Radeon RX 7900 XT 20 GB
Intel Core i7-13700F
MSI MAG B760 TOMAHAWK WIFI DDR4 ATX LGA1700
Corsair Vengeance LPX 32 GB (2 x 16 GB) DDR4-3600 CL18 Memory
Kingston NV2 2 TB M.2-2280 PCIe 4.0 X4 NVME Solid State Drive
be quiet! Dark Rock Pro 4 50.5 CFM CPU Cooler
Corsair RM850e 850 W 80+ Gold Certified Fully Modular ATX Power Supply
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I'm setting up a brand new system (specs at the end).
Doing my pre-case test. Fans spin on CPU cooler, GPU and PSU, but no boot. Red CPU debug light comes on immediately. Motherboard manual is fabulously unhelpful.
I've reseated by CPU twice. I've reseated my RAM, and my GPU. My CPU cooler fans are plugged into a fan splitter and into the cpu_fan header. I've unseated and reseated, then replaced the CMOS battery. Contacts are fine, no bent pins.
Motherboard, GPU and CPU are all plugged into the PSU properly.
The only thing I can think of to do is try to update the BIOS, but without display or a M-FLASH button I have no idea how I would even go about that. I don't have any other components to test with / use.
Advise is very much appreciated.
System Specs
Sapphire 21323-01-20G Radeon RX 7900 XT 20 GB
Intel Core i7-13700F
MSI MAG B760 TOMAHAWK WIFI DDR4 ATX LGA1700
Corsair Vengeance LPX 32 GB (2 x 16 GB) DDR4-3600 CL18 Memory
Kingston NV2 2 TB M.2-2280 PCIe 4.0 X4 NVME Solid State Drive
be quiet! Dark Rock Pro 4 50.5 CFM CPU Cooler
Corsair RM850e 850 W 80+ Gold Certified Fully Modular ATX Power Supply
2023.03.22 09:58 WeirdBryceGuy Last night my brother said "that word" to my best friend and they got into a huge fight.
I couldn’t believe that he said it. My own brother, who I’d known for years as a kind, compassionate – and most importantly - accepting person. To my knowledge, he’d never said anything remotely critical of an entire group of people; had never once expressed a belief or even a joking sentiment of hatred or bigotry. And yet, in front of my best friend, he said the word: The one you just don’t fucking say.
Naturally, I tried to intervene. I pushed my brother away, apologizing to Jackson even as I advanced on my monumentally stupid sibling. My brother – Craig – then had the audacity to ask what my problem was, as if he hadn’t just said the word in front of Jackson, who’d never even so much as looked wrongly at Craig.
Behind me, Jackson tried to assure me that it was fine; that I didn’t need to react so strongly; that he was sure my brother hadn’t meant it. But as if he were going for an award in callousness – or perhaps just stupidity – Craig repeated it; this time with face-cringing emphasis on the G-sound.
I punched him – or at least I tried to. He’d anticipated it, moved out of the way just as my fist neared his face. I grazed his chin, and stumbled forward, eventually falling into the rain-filled curb. My brother laughed and danced around me, like a maniacal little imp.
Being my best friend, having always had my back regardless of the circumstance, Jackson stepped up. He shouted for my brother to back off and came to stand between him and me. Craig is twenty-five, two years older than me, but he’s much larger; built like a linebacker, even though he’s never played sports. Jackson is my age, but of a comparable build to my brother. Seeing them lock eyes, I was sure that there’d be a fight; that things would come to blows there in the street; but to my shock, my brother stepped back, and Jackson helped me up.
“You’d probably call your friends and have them jump me, anyway. Not worth it.”
I shouted, “That’s enough!” and told my brother to go home – that I was staying at Jackson’s tonight. I live with Craig in a house a few blocks away, and we’d met up with Jackson earlier in the day to see a classic horror movie at the theater in town.
Seeing as how Craig had had more than a few beers from the theater’s bar, we’d figured it was best if we walked home together. I wanted to believe that he was just drunk, that his unprompted derisive outburst was simply the result of a few too many movie-theater beers; but that word wasn’t something you just said, especially not around someone whose people were the primary targets of its derogatory usage.
Glassy eyed, with that wicked sneer still on his face, Craig glanced at the sky and said, “It’s getting pretty late. Moon’s coming out. Soon your friend here will be practically invisible in the dark. Unless he smiles.”
I was certain that I could actually feel the heat of Jackson’s blood boiling beside me. With clenched fists he told Craig to go home. With my temper already flared beyond reason, I flicked some of the water from my rain-sodden jacket onto Craig’s devilish face. He flinched, but stayed put; his grin even wider, now.
Even I wanted to fight him, but I knew that it’d be a fight I’d lose. So, I begrudgingly turned away and started walking toward Jackson’s house. He followed.
Just as we were about to round the corner to Jackson’s block, Craig called out, “Be careful, bro. You know how they are in their own neighborhoods. Stay inside once you get there.”
And that was it. Jackson stopped, did a 180-degree turn, and started full sprint toward Craig. By this time the moon had come out and was casting a large swathe of its marmoreal brilliance onto the street. Craig had entered the broad scope of light, ready to face Jackson head on. I followed, unsure of who to assist if things got really bad; but knowing that I’d let Jackson at least get a few good hits in before attempting to break them up.
Jackson entered the celestial spotlight and transformed.
His clothes practically exploded from his body, blown away to flimsy shreds as if nothing more than tissue paper. His muscles expanded with supernatural spontaneity; the thickly corded thews and tendons inflating to Herculean proportions, becoming almost sickeningly vascular. Dark sable fur sprouted from the overly taut flesh, blooming atop every exposed surface. The bestial transformation occurred in a matter of seconds, and then he was on Craig; who’d not so much as shifted in surprise.
Jackson howled monstrously as he mauled Craig. I couldn’t see my brother beneath the hulking horror, but I heard his half-crazed laugh. He was amused, or at least pretending to be. This only served to further enrage Jackson, who slashed and clawed at my brother with demonic fervor.
I’d never seen Jackson in such a state, had never witnessed a Lycanthropic transformation. The snarling beast he’d become was terrifying. And the thoughts I’d had of coming to his assistance were dashed upon the rocks of reality as he roared triumphantly to the moon, my brother’s blood glistening on his ultra-canine face.
Craig had stopped laughing and was now insensibly gurgling on his own blood. His eyes – distant and bloodshot – came to meet mine, and I prayed that he was still acting; still taunting Jackson, now with feigned weakness. I’d been pissed at Craig, but I didn’t want him dead.
Thankfully, I was right. With a glottal chuckle and almost imperceptible swiftness, Craig sat up, gripped Jackson by the waist, and suplex’d him onto the sidewalk. There was a horrible crunch of bone, and Jackson let out a loud whine; like a dog struck with an unexpected kick. Craig deftly rolled away and regained his composure – his throat and most of his chest still hanging in bloody ribbons through his tattered shirt.
Dazed but by no means deterred, Jackson reoriented himself and leapt once more. Craig casually stepped aside, and I was suddenly face-to-face with that abominable werebeast.
There was a moment of horrific awe – of grotesque spectacle, and then terror sank my heart like a stone. My brother and I are what most would refer to as vampires. We are far more durable and physically capable than the fittest of humans, but werewolves are even more formidable. And Jackson is an exceptional genetic specimen of his kind.
He towered over me, with intermixed streams of saliva and blood trailing from his wide maw. A savage, supernumerary arrangement of teeth promised a death of untold agonies; and eyes blood-red with feral hatred assured me that that death would not come quickly. I held up my hands, hoping that in his lunar-enhanced state he’d still recognize me; would still show mercy to the one who’d been his friend for nearly two hundred years of standard human time.
He sniffed, examining me with flared, steaming nostrils; and then mercifully turned away. Relief washed away some of the terror that practically incapacitated me; but I was still frozen in place; more petrified than a fatally curious victim of Medusa.
Again, Jackson charged at Craig, only this time my brother met the ferocious challenger head-on. They locked in mid-air and came crashing down onto the street, where they proceeded to engage in the most brutal, blood-letting melee I'd ever seen. Throats were slashed; muscles were torn from limbs; teeth broken and scattered. It was midnight ultra-violence, darkly accompanied by fiendishly inhuman shrieks, screams, and growls. Dogs and other things howled supportively or antagonistically, and a few porch lights flicked on – but no one dared to come out.
Finally, things came to a grisly end when my brother – doubly delimbed and thoroughly eviscerated – kicked Jackson’s jaw clean from his skull, eliminating his most lethal method of attack. Already severely debilitated by my brother’s dexterous use of kicks, and his outright surgical employment of elongated nails, Jackson finally surrendered. He scampered away into the shadows, whining wolfishly. Craig, more than likely as tired as his opponent, nodded in acceptance.
Spurts of steam and bloody mist blew skyward, signaling Jackson’s detransformation. He re-entered the circle of moonlight naked, but otherwise unharmed – his wounds having healed in the process. Craig’s regeneration would be much slower, but none of his still-bleeding wounds were fatal – at least not to a vampire. They’d both sustained injuries that would’ve killed a human three times over.
In a moment of battle-induced sobriety, Craig extended his hand. Jackson accepted the peace offering and they shook as gentlemen.
Craig, regaining a mischievous glint in his eye, then said: “I'm sorry for calling you a mongrel. I know I shouldn’t use that word, but I’d never fought a werewolf before, and really wanted to –after the movie we’d just watched. I figured you’d be my best opportunity, and knew that the only way to make you really go hard would be to say the M word.”
Jackson laughed, the hoarse tiredness of his voice making him sound a little too close to his other self for my liking. He told Craig that it was fine, that the fight was fun. But that going forward, he’d only need to ask – wouldn’t have to throw slurs around.
Craig responded, “sounds good, haha.” and then they both turned to me, as if I’d have something to add to their newfound brotherhood. I just said that I was tired, and joked about how I’d probably need a new change of underwear, after what I’d seen.
Together, we headed to Jackson’s house and – for the fun of it – re-installed Bloodborne.
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Naturally, I tried to intervene. I pushed my brother away, apologizing to Jackson even as I advanced on my monumentally stupid sibling. My brother – Craig – then had the audacity to ask what my problem was, as if he hadn’t just said the word in front of Jackson, who’d never even so much as looked wrongly at Craig.
Behind me, Jackson tried to assure me that it was fine; that I didn’t need to react so strongly; that he was sure my brother hadn’t meant it. But as if he were going for an award in callousness – or perhaps just stupidity – Craig repeated it; this time with face-cringing emphasis on the G-sound.
I punched him – or at least I tried to. He’d anticipated it, moved out of the way just as my fist neared his face. I grazed his chin, and stumbled forward, eventually falling into the rain-filled curb. My brother laughed and danced around me, like a maniacal little imp.
Being my best friend, having always had my back regardless of the circumstance, Jackson stepped up. He shouted for my brother to back off and came to stand between him and me. Craig is twenty-five, two years older than me, but he’s much larger; built like a linebacker, even though he’s never played sports. Jackson is my age, but of a comparable build to my brother. Seeing them lock eyes, I was sure that there’d be a fight; that things would come to blows there in the street; but to my shock, my brother stepped back, and Jackson helped me up.
“You’d probably call your friends and have them jump me, anyway. Not worth it.”
I shouted, “That’s enough!” and told my brother to go home – that I was staying at Jackson’s tonight. I live with Craig in a house a few blocks away, and we’d met up with Jackson earlier in the day to see a classic horror movie at the theater in town.
Seeing as how Craig had had more than a few beers from the theater’s bar, we’d figured it was best if we walked home together. I wanted to believe that he was just drunk, that his unprompted derisive outburst was simply the result of a few too many movie-theater beers; but that word wasn’t something you just said, especially not around someone whose people were the primary targets of its derogatory usage.
Glassy eyed, with that wicked sneer still on his face, Craig glanced at the sky and said, “It’s getting pretty late. Moon’s coming out. Soon your friend here will be practically invisible in the dark. Unless he smiles.”
I was certain that I could actually feel the heat of Jackson’s blood boiling beside me. With clenched fists he told Craig to go home. With my temper already flared beyond reason, I flicked some of the water from my rain-sodden jacket onto Craig’s devilish face. He flinched, but stayed put; his grin even wider, now.
Even I wanted to fight him, but I knew that it’d be a fight I’d lose. So, I begrudgingly turned away and started walking toward Jackson’s house. He followed.
Just as we were about to round the corner to Jackson’s block, Craig called out, “Be careful, bro. You know how they are in their own neighborhoods. Stay inside once you get there.”
And that was it. Jackson stopped, did a 180-degree turn, and started full sprint toward Craig. By this time the moon had come out and was casting a large swathe of its marmoreal brilliance onto the street. Craig had entered the broad scope of light, ready to face Jackson head on. I followed, unsure of who to assist if things got really bad; but knowing that I’d let Jackson at least get a few good hits in before attempting to break them up.
Jackson entered the celestial spotlight and transformed.
His clothes practically exploded from his body, blown away to flimsy shreds as if nothing more than tissue paper. His muscles expanded with supernatural spontaneity; the thickly corded thews and tendons inflating to Herculean proportions, becoming almost sickeningly vascular. Dark sable fur sprouted from the overly taut flesh, blooming atop every exposed surface. The bestial transformation occurred in a matter of seconds, and then he was on Craig; who’d not so much as shifted in surprise.
Jackson howled monstrously as he mauled Craig. I couldn’t see my brother beneath the hulking horror, but I heard his half-crazed laugh. He was amused, or at least pretending to be. This only served to further enrage Jackson, who slashed and clawed at my brother with demonic fervor.
I’d never seen Jackson in such a state, had never witnessed a Lycanthropic transformation. The snarling beast he’d become was terrifying. And the thoughts I’d had of coming to his assistance were dashed upon the rocks of reality as he roared triumphantly to the moon, my brother’s blood glistening on his ultra-canine face.
Craig had stopped laughing and was now insensibly gurgling on his own blood. His eyes – distant and bloodshot – came to meet mine, and I prayed that he was still acting; still taunting Jackson, now with feigned weakness. I’d been pissed at Craig, but I didn’t want him dead.
Thankfully, I was right. With a glottal chuckle and almost imperceptible swiftness, Craig sat up, gripped Jackson by the waist, and suplex’d him onto the sidewalk. There was a horrible crunch of bone, and Jackson let out a loud whine; like a dog struck with an unexpected kick. Craig deftly rolled away and regained his composure – his throat and most of his chest still hanging in bloody ribbons through his tattered shirt.
Dazed but by no means deterred, Jackson reoriented himself and leapt once more. Craig casually stepped aside, and I was suddenly face-to-face with that abominable werebeast.
There was a moment of horrific awe – of grotesque spectacle, and then terror sank my heart like a stone. My brother and I are what most would refer to as vampires. We are far more durable and physically capable than the fittest of humans, but werewolves are even more formidable. And Jackson is an exceptional genetic specimen of his kind.
He towered over me, with intermixed streams of saliva and blood trailing from his wide maw. A savage, supernumerary arrangement of teeth promised a death of untold agonies; and eyes blood-red with feral hatred assured me that that death would not come quickly. I held up my hands, hoping that in his lunar-enhanced state he’d still recognize me; would still show mercy to the one who’d been his friend for nearly two hundred years of standard human time.
He sniffed, examining me with flared, steaming nostrils; and then mercifully turned away. Relief washed away some of the terror that practically incapacitated me; but I was still frozen in place; more petrified than a fatally curious victim of Medusa.
Again, Jackson charged at Craig, only this time my brother met the ferocious challenger head-on. They locked in mid-air and came crashing down onto the street, where they proceeded to engage in the most brutal, blood-letting melee I'd ever seen. Throats were slashed; muscles were torn from limbs; teeth broken and scattered. It was midnight ultra-violence, darkly accompanied by fiendishly inhuman shrieks, screams, and growls. Dogs and other things howled supportively or antagonistically, and a few porch lights flicked on – but no one dared to come out.
Finally, things came to a grisly end when my brother – doubly delimbed and thoroughly eviscerated – kicked Jackson’s jaw clean from his skull, eliminating his most lethal method of attack. Already severely debilitated by my brother’s dexterous use of kicks, and his outright surgical employment of elongated nails, Jackson finally surrendered. He scampered away into the shadows, whining wolfishly. Craig, more than likely as tired as his opponent, nodded in acceptance.
Spurts of steam and bloody mist blew skyward, signaling Jackson’s detransformation. He re-entered the circle of moonlight naked, but otherwise unharmed – his wounds having healed in the process. Craig’s regeneration would be much slower, but none of his still-bleeding wounds were fatal – at least not to a vampire. They’d both sustained injuries that would’ve killed a human three times over.
In a moment of battle-induced sobriety, Craig extended his hand. Jackson accepted the peace offering and they shook as gentlemen.
Craig, regaining a mischievous glint in his eye, then said: “I'm sorry for calling you a mongrel. I know I shouldn’t use that word, but I’d never fought a werewolf before, and really wanted to –after the movie we’d just watched. I figured you’d be my best opportunity, and knew that the only way to make you really go hard would be to say the M word.”
Jackson laughed, the hoarse tiredness of his voice making him sound a little too close to his other self for my liking. He told Craig that it was fine, that the fight was fun. But that going forward, he’d only need to ask – wouldn’t have to throw slurs around.
Craig responded, “sounds good, haha.” and then they both turned to me, as if I’d have something to add to their newfound brotherhood. I just said that I was tired, and joked about how I’d probably need a new change of underwear, after what I’d seen.
Together, we headed to Jackson’s house and – for the fun of it – re-installed Bloodborne.
2023.03.22 09:56 Moistythethird Downtime Activities and Encounters for Trollskull Alley
TL;DR: Looking for feedback on Downtime Activity Encounters made for Chapter 2 of W:DH I'm currently prepping for a Dragon Heist campaign with friends and found that Chapter 2 is kinda limited to two options: Faction work or Tavernkeeping (which half of my players don't enjoy either). So, I looked into Xanathar's Guide and found a new appreciation for the revised downtime activity mechanics it provides.
However, since the complications tables kinda suck, I plan to make my own encounter table for each downtime activity. I've only worked on the Summer encounter table so far but I plan to make the other three seasons that each highlight the villain's minions and the villain's effect on daily life in Waterdeep.
*SUMMER DOWNTIME ACTIVITIES AND ENCOUNTERS*
For Summer, I'm using the theme of money as a way to keep social influence or gain fame.
Mechanically, chases work similarly to blades in the dark where contestants just make skill checks until one creature gains three successes in order to simplify chase sequences and highlight character skills. In addition, NPC contacts that characters make while Carousing become points players can use to say whether an NPC they meet is already friendly towards them.
I would love to hear feedback on whether or not this type of prep work is viable/useful and how it could be improved. I'm taking heavy inspiration from games like "The Yawhg" and "Monster Prom" for design purposes.
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However, since the complications tables kinda suck, I plan to make my own encounter table for each downtime activity. I've only worked on the Summer encounter table so far but I plan to make the other three seasons that each highlight the villain's minions and the villain's effect on daily life in Waterdeep.
*SUMMER DOWNTIME ACTIVITIES AND ENCOUNTERS*
| Downtime Activity | Encounter | DM Details |
|---|---|---|
| Buying a Magic Item | The item you purchase has ornate motifs of sharp flames and fiendish figures engraved on its surface. That night, as you take your route home through winding streets, a man in scarlet robes and hood approaches you from the shadows. "You! You have something more valuable than you realize. I'll take it off your hands for twice the amount you paid for it. What do you say?" | If the character accepts the offer, Arn Xalrondar (see pg. 88) fulfills his promises and pays the character double the item's price before fading back into the shadow. If followed with a DC 12 Investigation/stealth check, the character finds Arn heading to the Converted Windmill (see Dragon Season encounter 10) to drop off the item for the next cult meeting. If the character declines Arn's offer, the cult fanatic follows the character home- informing Seffia Naelryke (see pg. 88) what their next choice of action should be against the character. |
| Carousing | During your carousing, a well-dressed elderly male tiefling approaches you and asks to buy you a drink. He introduces himself as Willifor and asks about your recent escapades and what you may know about a certain stone. His eyes stare into yours awaiting an answer. | Willifor Crowelle was sent by Victoro to learn what the character knows about the Stone of Gollor. He uses his Read Thoughts ability to gain this insight or otherwise pays the character 25gp for information. |
| Crime | While en route to enacting your scheme, you notice a masked woman in black and purple robes already sneaking into the spot. The look in her eyes appears to be full of determination. What do you do? | If the character still goes through with the heist, they must compete against the Black Viper who makes the same three skill checks. Whoever rolls more success steals the valuables and escapes first. On a tie, half the loot is split. If the Black Viper fails all three skill checks, she still evades the guards, but not without an injury that the character can immediately recognize her with. |
| Gambling | Just before you leave with your earnings for the night, a Tethyrian woman approaches you and offers one more game of chance. "My purse says 100gp is on the line, my friend. Shall we see who the devil favors more?" | Seffia Naelryke (see pg. 88) uses an invisible Imp to help her cheat on her gambling endeavors. A DC 15 perception check will reveal the fiend cheating if the character decides to play. Once revealed, both the Imp and the cultist attempt to flee to the Converted Windmill with whatever winnings they've already made. Otherwise, whoever gets the most success in the skill checks wins the pot. |
| Pit Fighting | After your exhausting bouts of the week, the betting croupier walks in to greet you. "Hey mate, I hear ya doing great out there in the ring. But for legal reasons, I am to inform you of the next match. So, basically, your next opponent is well-known for accidentally killing fighters in the ring. But since the brick is some bodyguard for House Cassalanter, things like that seem to be only a minor setback in court. For your safety, I am informing you that you don't have to opt into the match, but also know the bets are high for this guy. So whaddya say?" | The character's next opponent is actually one of the disguised bearded devils from Cassalanter Villa. A DC 15 perception check will allow the character to notice its beard writhing as they fight in the ring. Have the character and the bearded devil make contesting skill checks for the fight. If the character wins, they add an additional 100gp to their pit fighting results of the week. If they fail all their checks, they gain a major injury from the DMG. |
| Crafting an Item | While purchasing materials needed for your item, you overhear two old tinkerers talking with each other in an aisle. "Did you hear about the dancing construct all the nobles are talking about?" One asks. The other replies, "Yeah, it's totally overrated! I heard it only knows like three dances at best. You'd think with today's magic being able to make walking giants, someone would put some art into their craft." "I'll say, especially considering all the money the Cassalanters probably paid for it. Those carnies don't know squat when it comes to real magic. Anyway, does this rash look infected to you?" At which point you decide to drop out of the eavesdropping. | The conversation is referring to the Nimblewright found in Cassalanter Villa (see pg. 122 C14). |
| Religious Service | You help prepare for a wedding service between a scion of House Rosznar and House Margaster. Initiating the Wedding is none other than Victorio Cassalanter- the richest noble in the city. Just before the ceremony begins, however, a noble lady approaches you. "I heard of your escapades in saving Renaer Neverember, and hope you can help another noble. This wedding cannot be commenced and I will pay you 200gp to make it happen. Are you in?" | Esvele Rosznar uses this disruption as an act of rebellion against her parents and to help her cousin who is in love with another man. Disrupting the marriage can include misplacing the wedding rings, destroying the bride's dress, or anything else that would dishonor wedding traditions. Doing so without getting caught may require stealth or sleight-of-hand checks (DC 15). The character then gains the 100gp and Esvele as an ally while also gaining one hostile contact if caught. If the character declines, they gain an additional favor on top of their religion check but gain an enemy of the Black Viper. |
| Research | In your research, you come across old articles and records of one House Cassalanter. Do you wish to look deeper? | The character comes across Cassalanter Lore (see pg. 116) |
| Sell a Magic Item | After some research and advertising, you find a buyer who's ready to meet you in the Southern Ward in his traveling wagon. However, as you are about to close the deal, a spiky-winged creature swoops up the item and flies to the rooftops, What do you do? | The creature is a Spined Devil sent by Seffia Naelryke (see pg. 88) to undermine the potential threat of the character searching for the stone. If the fling devil escapes the chase, it lands at the Converted Windmill (see encounter 10). |
| Scribe a Spell Scroll | While scribing your scrolls for the week, you hear a knock at the door. An upright tiefling woman in flowing red robes and spectacles stands before you. "How do you do? I heard from your neighbors that you are good at scribing scrolls. Are you capable of scribing a scroll of "Protection from Evil and Good?" If so, my master can pay you 50gp by the end of the week." What is your response? | "Laiba Rosse (see pg. 117) was sent by Victoro to purchase a scroll from a buyer unaffiliated with the Watchful Order of Magist and Protectors. They need it in case of unforeseen events in regard to celestials, fiends, or undead that may arise in one of their dark ceremonies. However, if asked why she needs the scroll, she says the young masters (Terenzio and Elzerina) are training in the arcane arts and need a hands-on example of an abjuration spell that doesn't incite violence. Laiba is true to her word and provides the character 30gp for the scroll." |
| Training | While on your way to your training, you see a portly male tiefling throw out a young man in a chef uniform outside a noble's villa. "You incompetent troglodyte! If I ever see you come near this kitchen or my knives again, consider yourself chopped up and served for dinner instead!" He then throws what's left of a tattered apron, whipping the chef's face. The tiefling then slams the gates shut as the young man weeps before standing up and walking away. | The young chef was thrown out for misplacing his own cooking utensils and attempting to use Jandar Chergoba's (see pg.117). To work for such a noble house was the biggest point for the chef's career, but now it's been squandered. |
| Work | One day while working at your job, an elderly tiefling woman wearing a long black gown with a headdress and black tassels walks into your store. She asks for ingredients and supplies catering toward the more alchemical sort of your store supplies. she looks at you for a moment with a scowl before purchasing her items and leaving. | Tissina Khyret (see pg. 117) purchases ingredients and items needed for Ammalia's plan for Founder's Day. A DC 20 Nature check or proficiency in a Poisoner's kit will reveal the potential of a poisonous concoction being made. |
Mechanically, chases work similarly to blades in the dark where contestants just make skill checks until one creature gains three successes in order to simplify chase sequences and highlight character skills. In addition, NPC contacts that characters make while Carousing become points players can use to say whether an NPC they meet is already friendly towards them.
I would love to hear feedback on whether or not this type of prep work is viable/useful and how it could be improved. I'm taking heavy inspiration from games like "The Yawhg" and "Monster Prom" for design purposes.
2023.03.22 09:30 AutoModerator India tour
Destination Covered New Delhi – Agra – Jaipur – Goa
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TOUR ITINERARY DETAILS
Day 01: Arrive New Delhi
On arrival Incredible Tour To India representative shall meet you at the airport to welcome you and transfer you to hotel. Overnight at the hotel.Day 02: Delhi
Enjoy full day city tour covering Laxmi Narayan Temple – The Place of Gods, India Gate – The memorial of martyrs, Parliament House – The Government Headquarters, Jama Masjid – The largest mosque in Asia, Red Fort – The red stone magic, Gandhi memorial – The memoir of father of the nation beside these some other places to visit are – Qutub Minar Complex and Humayun’s Tomb. Overnight at the hotel.Day 03: Delhi to Agra
Today we shall drive you to Agra. Agra is 205 kilometers away from Delhi and take 5 hours drive to reach. Arrive in Agra and check in into hotel. Later, we shall take you for a city tour covering -Taj Mahal – a poem written in white marble, the most extravagant monument ever built for love, Red Fort – a visit to the fort in ‘Agra’ is a must since so many of the events which lead to the construction of the Taj took place here, Itmad-ud-Daula’s Tomb – The tomb is of particular interest since many of its design elephants overshadow the Taj. Overnight at the hotel.Day 04: Agra to Jaipur
Early morning, drive to Jaipur. The city is 235 kilometers away from Agra and take 5 hours drive to reach. En route visit Fatehpur Sikri (Old Deserted town of Mughal Dynasty) and its monuments which include Jama Masjid, The Buland Darwaza, Palace of Jodha Bai, Birbal Bhawan & Panch Mahal. Arrive in Jaipur and check into the hotel. Later relax in the hotel. Overnight at the hotel.Day 05: Jaipur
Today morning we shall take you for a tour to Amer Fort. Take joy ride on Elephant (presently Elephant Ride closed at Amber Fort for the time being). Afternoon enjoy city tour covering City Palace – occupies a large area divided into a series of courtyards, gardens & buildings and a perfect blend of Rajasthani & Mughal architecture, Royal Observatory – An observatory with some rare qualities to its credit, Nawab Sahab Ki Haveli, and the Bazaar etc. Overnight at the hotel.Day 06: Jaipur to Goa
In the morning, you’ll be transferred to airport to board connecting flight for Goa. On arrival in Goa met our representative and get transferred to your Hotel. Rest of the day is at leisure. Overnight at the hotel.Day 07: Goa
In the morning, enjoy half day sightseeing tour of Old Goa. Evening is at leisure. Overnight at the hotel.Day 08: Goa
Full day relax by the poolside/Beach. Overnight stay.Day 09: Goa Departure
Morning is at leisure. In the evening, you’ll be transferred to the airport to board connecting flight for your onward destination.2023.03.22 09:00 Kyzuki Welcome Hub / Weekly Questions & Help Thread!
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2023.03.22 08:02 andselisk Looking for a service manual for a Shimadzu LCMS-8050
I'm looking for a service manual for LCMS-8040/8045/8050 mass-spectrometer. Upon startup, the 'Status' LED turns red after ~5 s and the LCMS-8050 fails to establish a connection with LabSolutions and it doesn't show up in Windows Device Manager. The HPLC part works fine.
We suspect there might be an issue with the CPU PCB (ASSY 225-16900, BOARD 225-16902C) and would like to try some troubleshooting, probably using USB/S-RS ports or DIP switches present on board or do some probing with a multimeteoscilloscope.
The closest related service manual I managed to find was the one for Shimadzu GCMS-QP2010 on ManualsLib, but there is very little common information that could be utilized in our case. We are trying to arrange a visit of a person from the service, but it's going to take at least several weeks — a downtime we cannot afford. Could anyone please help with a service manual, share relevant datasheets for the electrical parts/PCBs, or give any advices?
N.B. cross-posted from labrats (https://www.reddit.com/labrats/comments/11xs6xb/looking_for_a_service_manual_for_a_shimadzu/)
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We suspect there might be an issue with the CPU PCB (ASSY 225-16900, BOARD 225-16902C) and would like to try some troubleshooting, probably using USB/S-RS ports or DIP switches present on board or do some probing with a multimeteoscilloscope.
The closest related service manual I managed to find was the one for Shimadzu GCMS-QP2010 on ManualsLib, but there is very little common information that could be utilized in our case. We are trying to arrange a visit of a person from the service, but it's going to take at least several weeks — a downtime we cannot afford. Could anyone please help with a service manual, share relevant datasheets for the electrical parts/PCBs, or give any advices?
N.B. cross-posted from labrats (https://www.reddit.com/labrats/comments/11xs6xb/looking_for_a_service_manual_for_a_shimadzu/)
2023.03.22 07:56 _Triple_ [STORE] 900+ KNIVES/GLOVES/SKINS, 50.000$+ INVENTORY. M9 Fade, M4 Poseidon, Kara Gamma, BFK Freehand, BFK Bright Water, Spec Gloves Kimono, Nomad Fade, M9 Doppler, Skeleton, BFK B.Steel, AWP Fade, Stiletto Fade, S.Gloves Slingshot, BFK Ultra, Kara Damas, Bayo Lore, Bayo Gamma, Flip Fade & A Lot More
Everything in my inventory is up for trade. The most valuable items are listed here, the rest you can find in My Inventory
Feel free to Add Me or even better send a Trade Offer. Open for any suggestions: upgrades, downgrades / knives, gloves, skins / stickers, patterns, floats.
All Buyouts are listed in cash value.
KNIVES
★ Butterfly Knife Freehand FN #1, B/O: $1867
★ Butterfly Knife Bright Water MW, B/O: $1098
★ Butterfly Knife Blue Steel BS, B/O: $907
★ Butterfly Knife Ultraviolet FT, B/O: $789
★ Butterfly Knife Stained FT, B/O: $695
⎯★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth MW #1, B/O: $888
★ Bayonet Gamma Doppler (Phase 4) FN, B/O: $727
★ Bayonet Doppler (Phase 2) FN, B/O: $608
★ Bayonet Doppler (Phase 1) FN, B/O: $521
★ Bayonet Rust Coat BS, B/O: $253
★ Bayonet Night FT, B/O: $251
★ StatTrak™ Bayonet Lore MW, B/O: $751
⎯★ Karambit Gamma Doppler (Phase 4) FN, B/O: $1343
★ Karambit Damascus Steel FT, B/O: $774
★ Karambit Rust Coat BS, B/O: $537
★ Karambit Boreal Forest FT, B/O: $488
⎯★ M9 Bayonet Fade FN, B/O: $1523
★ M9 Bayonet Fade FN, B/O: $1523
★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Phase 4) FN, B/O: $1008
★ M9 Bayonet Blue Steel FT, B/O: $534
★ M9 Bayonet Rust Coat BS, B/O: $449
⎯★ Flip Knife Fade FN, B/O: $703
★ Flip Knife Gamma Doppler (Phase 1) MW, B/O: $509
★ Flip Knife Doppler (Phase 1) FN, B/O: $406
★ Flip Knife Freehand FT, B/O: $228
★ StatTrak™ Flip Knife Bright Water FN, B/O: $332
⎯★ Falchion Knife Doppler (Phase 2) FN, B/O: $292
★ Falchion Knife Doppler (Phase 3) FN, B/O: $264
★ Falchion Knife Marble Fade FN, B/O: $258
★ Falchion Knife Bright Water MW, B/O: $133
⎯★ Stiletto Knife Fade FN, B/O: $822
★ Stiletto Knife Slaughter FN, B/O: $569
★ Stiletto Knife Doppler (Phase 1) FN, B/O: $530
★ Stiletto Knife Crimson Web FT, B/O: $396
★ StatTrak™ Stiletto Knife Scorched FT, B/O: $172
⎯★ Gut Knife Doppler (Sapphire) MW #1, B/O: $830
★ Gut Knife Fade FN, B/O: $204
★ Gut Knife Tiger Tooth FN, B/O: $138
★ Gut Knife Bright Water MW, B/O: $104
★ Gut Knife Freehand FT, B/O: $92
★ Gut Knife Urban Masked FT, B/O: $82
★ StatTrak™ Gut Knife Rust Coat BS, B/O: $93
⎯★ Shadow Daggers Fade FN, B/O: $258
★ Shadow Daggers Doppler (Phase 3) FN, B/O: $165
★ Shadow Daggers Blue Steel FT, B/O: $82
★ Shadow Daggers Bright Water FT, B/O: $82
★ Shadow Daggers Blue Steel WW, B/O: $80
★ Shadow Daggers Rust Coat BS, B/O: $74
★ StatTrak™ Shadow Daggers Marble Fade FN, B/O: $186
⎯★ Classic Knife Slaughter MW, B/O: $311
★ StatTrak™ Classic Knife Stained BS, B/O: $163
⎯★ Talon Knife Slaughter MW, B/O: $605
★ Talon Knife Scorched MW, B/O: $290
⎯★ Ursus Knife Marble Fade FN, B/O: $405
★ Ursus Knife Night Stripe MW, B/O: $162
⎯★ Paracord Knife Stained WW, B/O: $125
★ Paracord Knife Forest DDPAT FT, B/O: $97
★ Paracord Knife Safari Mesh FT, B/O: $96
⎯★ Navaja Knife Safari Mesh FT, B/O: $71
★ Navaja Knife Scorched WW, B/O: $71
⎯★ Nomad Knife Fade FN, B/O: $1015
★ Skeleton Knife, B/O: $909
★ Bowie Knife Boreal Forest MW, B/O: $106
★ Survival Knife Forest DDPAT FT, B/O: $97
GLOVES
★ Driver Gloves Crimson Weave FT, B/O: $335
★ Driver Gloves King Snake BS, B/O: $270
★ Driver Gloves Lunar Weave WW, B/O: $113
★ Driver Gloves Overtake WW, B/O: $88
★ Driver Gloves Overtake BS, B/O: $67
⎯★ Moto Gloves Transport MW, B/O: $171
★ Moto Gloves Polygon BS, B/O: $137
★ Moto Gloves Transport WW, B/O: $71
★ Moto Gloves 3rd Commando Company BS, B/O: $62
⎯★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Kimono WW, B/O: $1027
★ Specialist Gloves Tiger Strike FT, B/O: $654
★ Specialist Gloves Mogul FT, B/O: $295
★ Specialist Gloves Lt. Commander FT, B/O: $277
★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Web FT, B/O: $275
⎯★ Sport Gloves Slingshot FT, B/O: $796
★ Sport Gloves Amphibious BS #2, B/O: $699
★ Sport Gloves Omega FT, B/O: $656
⎯★ Broken Fang Gloves Unhinged BS, B/O: $60
WEAPONS
AK-47 Case Hardened BS, B/O: $130
AK-47 Bloodsport MW, B/O: $79
AK-47 Fuel Injector BS, B/O: $76
AK-47 Fuel Injector BS, B/O: $76
AK-47 Bloodsport FT, B/O: $70
AK-47 Neon Rider MW, B/O: $60
⎯AWP Fade FN, B/O: $864
AWP BOOM MW, B/O: $84
AWP Containment Breach FT, B/O: $69
AWP Containment Breach FT, B/O: $69
AWP Wildfire FT, B/O: $59
AWP Chromatic Aberration FN, B/O: $59
StatTrak™ AWP Hyper Beast FT, B/O: $65
StatTrak™ AWP Hyper Beast FT, B/O: $65
⎯Desert Eagle Blaze FN, B/O: $565
Desert Eagle Blaze FN, B/O: $565
Desert Eagle Printstream FN, B/O: $155
Desert Eagle Cobalt Disruption FN, B/O: $58
⎯M4A1-S Icarus Fell FN, B/O: $414
M4A1-S Printstream MW, B/O: $204
M4A1-S Printstream MW, B/O: $204
⎯M4A4 Poseidon FN, B/O: $1402
M4A4 The Emperor FN, B/O: $152
M4A4 Asiimov WW, B/O: $97
⎯USP-S Kill Confirmed MW, B/O: $65
USP-S Printstream FT, B/O: $69
StatTrak™ USP-S Kill Confirmed FT, B/O: $123
StatTrak™ USP-S Neo-Noir FN, B/O: $106
⎯AUG Flame Jörmungandr FN, B/O: $218
P2000 Ocean Foam FN, B/O: $139
Souvenir SSG 08 Death Strike MW, B/O: $81
CZ75-Auto Emerald Quartz MW, B/O: $61
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2023.03.22 07:45 throatpicthrowaway Is my throat normal? 17F
My throats been like this the entire year - red bumps at the back, weird holes(?) in tonsils ( I dont think i have tonsil stones as ive tried getting anything out), one tonsil is weirdly larger than the other and whenever i swallow .. it just stinks?
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2023.03.22 07:40 greg0525 The charlatan's cure
In the pursuit of personal gain, human greed often blinds us to the broader implications of our actions. We become fixated on acquiring more, driven by a relentless desire to climb the ladder of success, wealth, and status. Exploiting those who are vulnerable and desperate, willing to do anything to improve their lives can lead to consequences that not only impact society at large but also our personal environment. In this story, Robert Nelson is about the experience of the consequences of his greed that will stay with him forever like haunting echoes.
***
Naya Redbird, a Native American woman with long, dark hair and bright eyes, stood in her front yard surrounded by a crowd of people. She was holding a bundle of herbs in her hand and talking passionately about their healing properties.
The people were amazed by Naya's knowledge and enthusiasm. They could see the genuine care and passion in her eyes, and they felt hopeful that this herb could be the answer they had been looking for.
"As Native Americans, we have always turned to nature to heal ourselves here, in British Columbia," Naya explained, her voice carrying across the street. "And this herb in particular is a gift from the Earth herself. It can heal anyone and anything."
The passer-bys had stopped in their tracks upon hearing Naya's words. Some of them were sick and in pain, and they looked at her with a mix of hope and skepticism. As Naya continued to speak, more and more people gathered around her. There were those who suffered from joint pain, leg pain, and even a blind person who was looking for a cure. Naya listened intently to each person's story.
One woman in a wheelchair rolled up closer to Naya and asked, "Can this herb really help me? I've been in this chair for years and nothing has worked."
Naya smiled warmly and replied, "Come here, please. But before we begin, what is your name?"
"I'm Elena," the woman replied.
"Nice to meet you, Elena. Now, let me see what I can do," Naya said as she reached for a small herb from her bag.
She spread some dried leaves onto Elena's legs, which had been paralyzed for years. The two women waited in silence as the herb worked its magic, and then suddenly, Elena's legs started to twitch and shake.
A few moments later, Elena stood up from her wheelchair, her eyes wide with amazement. "I can walk!" she exclaimed, tears streaming down her face.
The people who had gathered around them gasped in shock and amazement at the sight before them.
"I can't believe it," one person murmured. "She's been in that wheelchair for years."
Naya smiled at Elena and said, "I'm so glad I could help you. Now go and enjoy your newfound freedom."
Then, a young girl led by her mother approached Naya. The girl was wearing sunglasses and she held a white cane in her hand.
Naya looked at the girl and asked gently, "What is your name, my dear?"
"My name is Sofia," the girl replied with a hint of trepidation in her voice.
Naya smiled reassuringly, "Don't worry, Sofia. I'm here to help you. Now tell me, how long have you been blind?"
"I've been blind for as long as I can remember," Sofia replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
Naya asked the girl to lie down and, reached into her pocket and took out another portion of dried leaves. She then distributed it to the girl’s closed eyes.
"Close your eyes, Sofia, and relax," Naya instructed.
The girl complied, and Naya began to hum a soft tune as she gently massaged the herb paste into Sofia's eyelids. After a few minutes, she whispered a few words in a language that no one in the crowd could understand.
Suddenly, Sofia's eyes snapped open, and she gasped in surprise. For the first time in her life, she could see.
"I can see! I can see!" Sofia cried out, tears streaming down her face.
The crowd around them erupted in cheers and applause, stunned by the miracle they had just witnessed.
Naya hugged Sofia and whispered, "Go and explore the world, my dear. You have a lot to catch up on."
Sofia hugged Naya back and then ran towards her mother, who was crying tears of joy.
The people around them whispered in awe and admiration at Naya's incredible gift of healing. For them, Naya was nothing short of a miracle worker, and they couldn't wait to see what she would do next.
Matt stood in the midst of the bustling crowd, his eyes darting around anxiously. He needed those herbs for his ailing mother, but he had no idea how to get them. After he figured out his next move, he started walking around the house keeping a low profile so as not to arouse suspicion.
Matt waited for a few minutes, making sure that no one was watching him before he carefully made his way around the back of the house.
The garden was well-tended and beautifully decorated with colorful flowers and exotic plants.
The place was a vibrant tapestry of colors and textures, bursting with life and energy. As Matt stepped into the garden, he was greeted by a riot of colors, ranging from the deep blues of the lupines to the bright reds of the Indian paintbrushes. The garden was alive with the sound of buzzing bees and fluttering butterflies, flitting from flower to flower in a dance of pollination.
The garden was meticulously arranged in a circular pattern, with a central fire pit surrounded by a ring of stones. The fire pit was filled with burning coals, sending up spirals of smoke that drifted lazily through the air. The stones around the pit were arranged in a spiral pattern, each one engraved with intricate symbols and patterns.
The plants in the garden were arranged in a series of raised beds, each one bursting with a different array of plants and herbs. Matt could see rows of corn stalks standing tall, their green leaves rustling in the breeze. He could smell the heady aroma of sage and sweetgrass, their fragrances mingling in the air.
In the center of the garden stood a small teepee, its canvas sides painted with intricate designs and symbols. The door of the teepee was open, and Matt could see a fire burning inside, sending up flickering shadows that danced across the walls.
As he walked deeper into the garden, Matt could feel a sense of reverence and respect for the Native American culture that had created this beautiful space. The garden was a tribute to the land, a celebration of nature's beauty, and a reminder of the wisdom and traditions of the people who had called this place home for generations.
As he walked deeper into the garden, Matt felt a sense of peace and tranquility wash over him. He had always been fascinated by Indian culture, and this garden felt like a little slice of paradise.
And the next moment, Robert noticed what he was looking for in the corner of the garden, there was the mysterious dried plant that Naya had been showing to the people in the street. He looked around carefully and he took three bags with him, he stole them and took them home.
As Robert scanned the garden, his eyes locked onto the object of his search: the dried plant shrouded in an aura of mystery, the same one Naya had been showcasing to the curious onlookers in the street. He surveyed his surroundings with keen attention, ensuring that no prying eyes were upon him, before grabbing hold of the three bags. With a quick, furtive movement, he liberated the plant from its spot and tucked it securely into the bags. Satisfied with his acquisition, Robert promptly departed for home and he already knew what he was going to do with them.
Excitedly, got into his car and headed for Seattle the next day. As he settled into his seat, he couldn't help but think about the event he had planned for the upcoming weekend.
Upon arrival in Seattle, Robert immediately set to work on his preparations. He posted an event on Facebook, advertising himself as a powerful healer capable of curing any ailment. He had even booked a large lecture hall at a local community center for the event.
As he typed away at his laptop, he could feel the anticipation building inside of him. "This is going to be incredible," he murmured to himself.
After he arrived, Robert nervously paced the lecture hall, checking and re-checking the setup. Just as he was about to step on stage, a man in the audience approached him.
"Excuse me, sir," the man said. "I couldn't help but notice your advertisement. Can you really heal anything?"
Robert turned to the man with a confident smile. "Absolutely," he said. "I have a gift that can cure any ailment known to man. I even offer a warranty."
The man looked skeptical. "How much do you charge for a healing?" he asked.
Robert thought for a moment before replying, "One healing for 500 dollars."
The man raised an eyebrow. "That's quite steep," he said. "But if you can really heal anything, it'll be worth it."
Robert nodded, feeling a surge of excitement. "Trust me," he said. "You won't be disappointed."
Robert treated a lot of people during the lecture. He used the dried leaves. But oddly, the leaves did not heal the people immediately as they worked with Naya. This made him nervous but he thought the leaves might work later.
Robert stood on the stage, surrounded by a crowd of people who had come to seek his healing powers. He held the mysteriously dried leaves in his hands, ready to work his magic.
He started treating the people, placing his hands on them and rubbing the leaves on their skin. However, he quickly noticed that the leaves didn't seem to have an immediate effect like they did when Naya used them. Robert felt a twinge of nervousness in his gut.
"Is everything okay?" a woman asked him, noticing the hesitation in his movements.
Robert forced a smile. "Yes, everything is fine," he replied. "It might take a little time for the leaves to work their magic."
He continued treating the people, but as time went on, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Finally, one of the people he had treated approached him with a concerned expression.
"I don't feel any different," the person said.
Robert's heart sank. "Just give it some time, madam," he said.
As the event continued, Robert grew increasingly worried. The dried leaves he had so confidently brought with him seemed to have lost their potency. He couldn't help but wonder what had gone wrong.
After the event, Robert was left alone with the dried leaves. He examined them closely, searching for any signs of damage or decay. But to his surprise, the leaves appeared to be perfectly intact.
"What's going on?" he muttered to himself.
But he did not worry for long because the money that he earned was a lot. More than 8000 dollars. He knew he was going to be rich with these magical plants, whatever they were. He checked into a hotel and the next day he made another event on Facebook that he would heal people.
Despite the initial setback, Robert's spirits lifted as he counted the money he had earned from the event. The total amount was more than 8000 dollars, which was far beyond what he had expected.
Robert smiled to himself, feeling a rush of excitement. "This is just the beginning," he thought. "With these magical plants, I'm going to be rich."
He checked into a luxurious hotel, relishing in the feeling of the crisp sheets and soft pillows. As he lay in bed, he pondered his next move. He knew that he had to make the most of this opportunity while he still could.
The next day, he made another event on Facebook, announcing that he would be holding another healing session.
As Robert was preparing for his next healing session, there came loud and angry knocks on his hotel room door. He hesitantly opened it, only to be met with a horde of people in the hallway, all of them looking very agitated and upset.
"What's going on?" Robert asked, his voice shaking with fear.
"You're a fraud!" one of the people in the crowd shouted. "We're all much sicker than we were before!"
The people who had come to confront Robert looked visibly worse than they had the day before. They appeared pale and weak, with dark circles under their eyes. Some of them were coughing and wheezing, while others were holding their stomachs in obvious pain. It was clear that whatever ailments they had been hoping to cure had not only gone untreated but had worsened after the supposed healing session.
Some of them appeared to be in a state of utter misery, with their bodies wracked by pain and suffering. A woman was clutching her stomach and groaning in agony. Others were struggling to breathe, their chests heaving with each labored inhalation. Many had dark, sunken eyes and pale, clammy skin, and some were even trembling with fever. Robert wondered how those people could come to his hotel. Their anger was probably so strong that it gave them enough energy.
It was clear that whatever ailments they had been hoping to cure had not only gone untreated but had worsened to a dangerous degree after the supposed healing session. Their anger was fueled not only by disappointment and a sense of betrayal but also by a growing sense of desperation as they searched for a cure for their afflictions. The sight of them was enough to make Robert's heart sink with guilt and regret.
Robert's heart sank as he realized what was happening. The people from his previous healing session had come to confront him, and they were not happy.
"We want our money back," another person yelled.
"And we want you to stop scamming people," a third person added.
Robert tried to reason with them, explaining that he had done his best to heal them with the magical leaves. But the people were not in a forgiving mood. They barged into his room, causing chaos and destruction.
“My cancer is worse!” a man said coughing.
As Robert watched in horror, the people ransacked his belongings and demanded that he give them back their money. As the people grew increasingly agitated, Robert could sense that things were about to take a turn for the worse. Suddenly, some individuals who were still in a slightly better condition lunged at him, grabbing him by the collar and slamming him against the wall. Others quickly joined in, pummeling him with fists and kicking him when he fell to the ground. Robert tried to shield himself, but the blows kept raining down on him, each one more painful than the last. He could feel the sting of bruises forming on his face and body, and the taste of blood in his mouth. Despite his attempts to fight back, he was outnumbered and overpowered. The beating seemed to go on forever, until finally, the people grabbed their money and fled the scene, leaving Robert battered and broken on the hotel room floor. The experience left him traumatized and deeply shaken, both physically and emotionally.
After rummaging through his drawers, they left him there without his money.
Robert became very disappointed and drove back to his town, Black Rain. There, he went to Naya’s place. She was in her garden, gardening. She was surprised as a stranger was approaching him. Robert looked terribly beaten up. Then Robert asked why the plants did not work. They made people sicker. Naya was first surprised and realized Robert had stolen the plants. And she told Robert that he should not have stolen the plants. The plants were free. The plants had been guarded by a spirit and he puts a curse on the greedy people.
With a heavy heart, Robert left Seattle and drove back to his hometown of Black Rain. He was a broken man, both physically and emotionally, after the disastrous healing session and subsequent beating. He had lost his faith in the magical healing powers of the dried leaves and felt like a fool for ever believing in them.
When he arrived in Black Rain, he knew that he had to seek out Naya for answers. She was the only one who could explain why the leaves had failed him and why they had made the people he had treated even sicker.
As he approached the garden again, he could see Naya in the distance, tending to her plants. The woman looked up when she saw him approaching, surprised to see him in such a state.
"Robert, what happened to you?" she asked, noticing the bruises and cuts on his face.
"It...it didn’t work," Robert muttered, looking down at his feet.
“What?”
Robert finally broke down and told her everything, from stealing the plants to the disastrous healing session and subsequent beating. Naya listened patiently, her face growing increasingly grave. When Robert finished, she took a deep breath and spoke.
"These plants are guarded by a powerful spirit who probably put a curse on the plants that you used."
“I don’t understand…why?”
As Naya was about to reply, a group of men entered the garden and began to carry large bags filled with the dried plants towards the gate, where they loaded them onto a truck.
“These plants are free for everyone and are being donated. You needn’t have stolen them.”
“So the spirit put a curse on it because I stole it?”
“Not exactly. You don’t understand? You did it for greed. I did it for love.”
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Naya Redbird, a Native American woman with long, dark hair and bright eyes, stood in her front yard surrounded by a crowd of people. She was holding a bundle of herbs in her hand and talking passionately about their healing properties.
The people were amazed by Naya's knowledge and enthusiasm. They could see the genuine care and passion in her eyes, and they felt hopeful that this herb could be the answer they had been looking for.
"As Native Americans, we have always turned to nature to heal ourselves here, in British Columbia," Naya explained, her voice carrying across the street. "And this herb in particular is a gift from the Earth herself. It can heal anyone and anything."
The passer-bys had stopped in their tracks upon hearing Naya's words. Some of them were sick and in pain, and they looked at her with a mix of hope and skepticism. As Naya continued to speak, more and more people gathered around her. There were those who suffered from joint pain, leg pain, and even a blind person who was looking for a cure. Naya listened intently to each person's story.
One woman in a wheelchair rolled up closer to Naya and asked, "Can this herb really help me? I've been in this chair for years and nothing has worked."
Naya smiled warmly and replied, "Come here, please. But before we begin, what is your name?"
"I'm Elena," the woman replied.
"Nice to meet you, Elena. Now, let me see what I can do," Naya said as she reached for a small herb from her bag.
She spread some dried leaves onto Elena's legs, which had been paralyzed for years. The two women waited in silence as the herb worked its magic, and then suddenly, Elena's legs started to twitch and shake.
A few moments later, Elena stood up from her wheelchair, her eyes wide with amazement. "I can walk!" she exclaimed, tears streaming down her face.
The people who had gathered around them gasped in shock and amazement at the sight before them.
"I can't believe it," one person murmured. "She's been in that wheelchair for years."
Naya smiled at Elena and said, "I'm so glad I could help you. Now go and enjoy your newfound freedom."
Then, a young girl led by her mother approached Naya. The girl was wearing sunglasses and she held a white cane in her hand.
Naya looked at the girl and asked gently, "What is your name, my dear?"
"My name is Sofia," the girl replied with a hint of trepidation in her voice.
Naya smiled reassuringly, "Don't worry, Sofia. I'm here to help you. Now tell me, how long have you been blind?"
"I've been blind for as long as I can remember," Sofia replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
Naya asked the girl to lie down and, reached into her pocket and took out another portion of dried leaves. She then distributed it to the girl’s closed eyes.
"Close your eyes, Sofia, and relax," Naya instructed.
The girl complied, and Naya began to hum a soft tune as she gently massaged the herb paste into Sofia's eyelids. After a few minutes, she whispered a few words in a language that no one in the crowd could understand.
Suddenly, Sofia's eyes snapped open, and she gasped in surprise. For the first time in her life, she could see.
"I can see! I can see!" Sofia cried out, tears streaming down her face.
The crowd around them erupted in cheers and applause, stunned by the miracle they had just witnessed.
Naya hugged Sofia and whispered, "Go and explore the world, my dear. You have a lot to catch up on."
Sofia hugged Naya back and then ran towards her mother, who was crying tears of joy.
The people around them whispered in awe and admiration at Naya's incredible gift of healing. For them, Naya was nothing short of a miracle worker, and they couldn't wait to see what she would do next.
Matt stood in the midst of the bustling crowd, his eyes darting around anxiously. He needed those herbs for his ailing mother, but he had no idea how to get them. After he figured out his next move, he started walking around the house keeping a low profile so as not to arouse suspicion.
Matt waited for a few minutes, making sure that no one was watching him before he carefully made his way around the back of the house.
The garden was well-tended and beautifully decorated with colorful flowers and exotic plants.
The place was a vibrant tapestry of colors and textures, bursting with life and energy. As Matt stepped into the garden, he was greeted by a riot of colors, ranging from the deep blues of the lupines to the bright reds of the Indian paintbrushes. The garden was alive with the sound of buzzing bees and fluttering butterflies, flitting from flower to flower in a dance of pollination.
The garden was meticulously arranged in a circular pattern, with a central fire pit surrounded by a ring of stones. The fire pit was filled with burning coals, sending up spirals of smoke that drifted lazily through the air. The stones around the pit were arranged in a spiral pattern, each one engraved with intricate symbols and patterns.
The plants in the garden were arranged in a series of raised beds, each one bursting with a different array of plants and herbs. Matt could see rows of corn stalks standing tall, their green leaves rustling in the breeze. He could smell the heady aroma of sage and sweetgrass, their fragrances mingling in the air.
In the center of the garden stood a small teepee, its canvas sides painted with intricate designs and symbols. The door of the teepee was open, and Matt could see a fire burning inside, sending up flickering shadows that danced across the walls.
As he walked deeper into the garden, Matt could feel a sense of reverence and respect for the Native American culture that had created this beautiful space. The garden was a tribute to the land, a celebration of nature's beauty, and a reminder of the wisdom and traditions of the people who had called this place home for generations.
As he walked deeper into the garden, Matt felt a sense of peace and tranquility wash over him. He had always been fascinated by Indian culture, and this garden felt like a little slice of paradise.
And the next moment, Robert noticed what he was looking for in the corner of the garden, there was the mysterious dried plant that Naya had been showing to the people in the street. He looked around carefully and he took three bags with him, he stole them and took them home.
As Robert scanned the garden, his eyes locked onto the object of his search: the dried plant shrouded in an aura of mystery, the same one Naya had been showcasing to the curious onlookers in the street. He surveyed his surroundings with keen attention, ensuring that no prying eyes were upon him, before grabbing hold of the three bags. With a quick, furtive movement, he liberated the plant from its spot and tucked it securely into the bags. Satisfied with his acquisition, Robert promptly departed for home and he already knew what he was going to do with them.
Excitedly, got into his car and headed for Seattle the next day. As he settled into his seat, he couldn't help but think about the event he had planned for the upcoming weekend.
Upon arrival in Seattle, Robert immediately set to work on his preparations. He posted an event on Facebook, advertising himself as a powerful healer capable of curing any ailment. He had even booked a large lecture hall at a local community center for the event.
As he typed away at his laptop, he could feel the anticipation building inside of him. "This is going to be incredible," he murmured to himself.
After he arrived, Robert nervously paced the lecture hall, checking and re-checking the setup. Just as he was about to step on stage, a man in the audience approached him.
"Excuse me, sir," the man said. "I couldn't help but notice your advertisement. Can you really heal anything?"
Robert turned to the man with a confident smile. "Absolutely," he said. "I have a gift that can cure any ailment known to man. I even offer a warranty."
The man looked skeptical. "How much do you charge for a healing?" he asked.
Robert thought for a moment before replying, "One healing for 500 dollars."
The man raised an eyebrow. "That's quite steep," he said. "But if you can really heal anything, it'll be worth it."
Robert nodded, feeling a surge of excitement. "Trust me," he said. "You won't be disappointed."
Robert treated a lot of people during the lecture. He used the dried leaves. But oddly, the leaves did not heal the people immediately as they worked with Naya. This made him nervous but he thought the leaves might work later.
Robert stood on the stage, surrounded by a crowd of people who had come to seek his healing powers. He held the mysteriously dried leaves in his hands, ready to work his magic.
He started treating the people, placing his hands on them and rubbing the leaves on their skin. However, he quickly noticed that the leaves didn't seem to have an immediate effect like they did when Naya used them. Robert felt a twinge of nervousness in his gut.
"Is everything okay?" a woman asked him, noticing the hesitation in his movements.
Robert forced a smile. "Yes, everything is fine," he replied. "It might take a little time for the leaves to work their magic."
He continued treating the people, but as time went on, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Finally, one of the people he had treated approached him with a concerned expression.
"I don't feel any different," the person said.
Robert's heart sank. "Just give it some time, madam," he said.
As the event continued, Robert grew increasingly worried. The dried leaves he had so confidently brought with him seemed to have lost their potency. He couldn't help but wonder what had gone wrong.
After the event, Robert was left alone with the dried leaves. He examined them closely, searching for any signs of damage or decay. But to his surprise, the leaves appeared to be perfectly intact.
"What's going on?" he muttered to himself.
But he did not worry for long because the money that he earned was a lot. More than 8000 dollars. He knew he was going to be rich with these magical plants, whatever they were. He checked into a hotel and the next day he made another event on Facebook that he would heal people.
Despite the initial setback, Robert's spirits lifted as he counted the money he had earned from the event. The total amount was more than 8000 dollars, which was far beyond what he had expected.
Robert smiled to himself, feeling a rush of excitement. "This is just the beginning," he thought. "With these magical plants, I'm going to be rich."
He checked into a luxurious hotel, relishing in the feeling of the crisp sheets and soft pillows. As he lay in bed, he pondered his next move. He knew that he had to make the most of this opportunity while he still could.
The next day, he made another event on Facebook, announcing that he would be holding another healing session.
As Robert was preparing for his next healing session, there came loud and angry knocks on his hotel room door. He hesitantly opened it, only to be met with a horde of people in the hallway, all of them looking very agitated and upset.
"What's going on?" Robert asked, his voice shaking with fear.
"You're a fraud!" one of the people in the crowd shouted. "We're all much sicker than we were before!"
The people who had come to confront Robert looked visibly worse than they had the day before. They appeared pale and weak, with dark circles under their eyes. Some of them were coughing and wheezing, while others were holding their stomachs in obvious pain. It was clear that whatever ailments they had been hoping to cure had not only gone untreated but had worsened after the supposed healing session.
Some of them appeared to be in a state of utter misery, with their bodies wracked by pain and suffering. A woman was clutching her stomach and groaning in agony. Others were struggling to breathe, their chests heaving with each labored inhalation. Many had dark, sunken eyes and pale, clammy skin, and some were even trembling with fever. Robert wondered how those people could come to his hotel. Their anger was probably so strong that it gave them enough energy.
It was clear that whatever ailments they had been hoping to cure had not only gone untreated but had worsened to a dangerous degree after the supposed healing session. Their anger was fueled not only by disappointment and a sense of betrayal but also by a growing sense of desperation as they searched for a cure for their afflictions. The sight of them was enough to make Robert's heart sink with guilt and regret.
Robert's heart sank as he realized what was happening. The people from his previous healing session had come to confront him, and they were not happy.
"We want our money back," another person yelled.
"And we want you to stop scamming people," a third person added.
Robert tried to reason with them, explaining that he had done his best to heal them with the magical leaves. But the people were not in a forgiving mood. They barged into his room, causing chaos and destruction.
“My cancer is worse!” a man said coughing.
As Robert watched in horror, the people ransacked his belongings and demanded that he give them back their money. As the people grew increasingly agitated, Robert could sense that things were about to take a turn for the worse. Suddenly, some individuals who were still in a slightly better condition lunged at him, grabbing him by the collar and slamming him against the wall. Others quickly joined in, pummeling him with fists and kicking him when he fell to the ground. Robert tried to shield himself, but the blows kept raining down on him, each one more painful than the last. He could feel the sting of bruises forming on his face and body, and the taste of blood in his mouth. Despite his attempts to fight back, he was outnumbered and overpowered. The beating seemed to go on forever, until finally, the people grabbed their money and fled the scene, leaving Robert battered and broken on the hotel room floor. The experience left him traumatized and deeply shaken, both physically and emotionally.
After rummaging through his drawers, they left him there without his money.
Robert became very disappointed and drove back to his town, Black Rain. There, he went to Naya’s place. She was in her garden, gardening. She was surprised as a stranger was approaching him. Robert looked terribly beaten up. Then Robert asked why the plants did not work. They made people sicker. Naya was first surprised and realized Robert had stolen the plants. And she told Robert that he should not have stolen the plants. The plants were free. The plants had been guarded by a spirit and he puts a curse on the greedy people.
With a heavy heart, Robert left Seattle and drove back to his hometown of Black Rain. He was a broken man, both physically and emotionally, after the disastrous healing session and subsequent beating. He had lost his faith in the magical healing powers of the dried leaves and felt like a fool for ever believing in them.
When he arrived in Black Rain, he knew that he had to seek out Naya for answers. She was the only one who could explain why the leaves had failed him and why they had made the people he had treated even sicker.
As he approached the garden again, he could see Naya in the distance, tending to her plants. The woman looked up when she saw him approaching, surprised to see him in such a state.
"Robert, what happened to you?" she asked, noticing the bruises and cuts on his face.
"It...it didn’t work," Robert muttered, looking down at his feet.
“What?”
Robert finally broke down and told her everything, from stealing the plants to the disastrous healing session and subsequent beating. Naya listened patiently, her face growing increasingly grave. When Robert finished, she took a deep breath and spoke.
"These plants are guarded by a powerful spirit who probably put a curse on the plants that you used."
“I don’t understand…why?”
As Naya was about to reply, a group of men entered the garden and began to carry large bags filled with the dried plants towards the gate, where they loaded them onto a truck.
“These plants are free for everyone and are being donated. You needn’t have stolen them.”
“So the spirit put a curse on it because I stole it?”
“Not exactly. You don’t understand? You did it for greed. I did it for love.”
2023.03.22 07:15 jksSUCKMEDRY What do we think of this? Decent price? Looking a reliable hatch with decent kms under or around $10k
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2023.03.22 07:10 TheOutcast06 “Sentient instruments? Why not? 「RED SUN」/「ELECTRIC PARADE」!”
Namesakes: Red Sun and Main Street Electrical Parade
Users: Red Sun is bound to a flute and Electrical Parade a taiko drum, both are sentient
How these two Stands came to be is very unique. An instrument maker is tasked to make instruments out of rare materials for a special musical event.
The town he lived in was recently struck by a Stand Meteor. Getting a really good idea, he requested to make said instruments out of the meteor.
The meteor was used to make a stone flute, and the body of a taiko drum. Little do the townsfolk know that the meteor gave the instruments sentience and elemental powers! (Despite this objects come to life all the time so they’re not bothered in the slightest)
The day of the event, people from a rival town started an assault, sending the townsfolk into a panic. Objects that cane to life started to defend the town.
The flute and drum are what stood out in this situation. While the other objects just fly at the rivals, the flute started shooting fire and the drum electricity, fending off the town.
After that the instruments gained the titles “Flute of Flames” and “Thunderdrum”, guarding the town ever since.
Appearance: Bound to the flute and drum
Stats (applies to both): * Power: A. Both fire and electricity make for strong attacks. * Speed: C. This refers to the flying speed of the instruments. * Range: B, both the fire and lightning has good reach. * Durability: A. Bound and is literally a Stand Meteor. * Precision: C. * Potential: D.
Ability: Elemental Music
The instruments can shoot out bolts of their respective elements by playing them - the flute shoots fire from its hole and the drum shoots lightning by beating itself with its drumsticks.
The flute’s small size and shape makes it the more manoeuvrable one, while the drum is more defensive, its shape evoking a barrier.
Despite lacking hands, the drum can still use Railgun by coiling electricity around its drumsticks or the flute. The flute can then wreath itself in its flames. A flaming flute flying at foes is no joke.
If I win I want Stands based on mythology.
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Users: Red Sun is bound to a flute and Electrical Parade a taiko drum, both are sentient
How these two Stands came to be is very unique. An instrument maker is tasked to make instruments out of rare materials for a special musical event.
The town he lived in was recently struck by a Stand Meteor. Getting a really good idea, he requested to make said instruments out of the meteor.
The meteor was used to make a stone flute, and the body of a taiko drum. Little do the townsfolk know that the meteor gave the instruments sentience and elemental powers! (Despite this objects come to life all the time so they’re not bothered in the slightest)
The day of the event, people from a rival town started an assault, sending the townsfolk into a panic. Objects that cane to life started to defend the town.
The flute and drum are what stood out in this situation. While the other objects just fly at the rivals, the flute started shooting fire and the drum electricity, fending off the town.
After that the instruments gained the titles “Flute of Flames” and “Thunderdrum”, guarding the town ever since.
Appearance: Bound to the flute and drum
Stats (applies to both): * Power: A. Both fire and electricity make for strong attacks. * Speed: C. This refers to the flying speed of the instruments. * Range: B, both the fire and lightning has good reach. * Durability: A. Bound and is literally a Stand Meteor. * Precision: C. * Potential: D.
Ability: Elemental Music
The instruments can shoot out bolts of their respective elements by playing them - the flute shoots fire from its hole and the drum shoots lightning by beating itself with its drumsticks.
The flute’s small size and shape makes it the more manoeuvrable one, while the drum is more defensive, its shape evoking a barrier.
Despite lacking hands, the drum can still use Railgun by coiling electricity around its drumsticks or the flute. The flute can then wreath itself in its flames. A flaming flute flying at foes is no joke.
If I win I want Stands based on mythology.