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2023.03.21 21:37 Glitch5970 Anyone wishes Capcom would just shadowdrop RE4R especially on PC considering they're letting stores sell it physically early for consoles already? (pics I took in a store nearby where I live)

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2023.03.21 21:34 MarlimThePhoenix From The Ashes: Prologue

Memory transcription subject: Sergeant Marlim, Extermination Officer of the Krakotl Colony: Valanar.
Date [Standardized Human Time]: September 8th, 2131
I slowly stand up, pain flashing through my skull as I grip at my head. My fuel tank on my back protected me from the falling debris... falling... debris... "Fuck." The first words to leave my beak since I abandoned my post, the Arxur raid, the failing defenses. The raid was upon us and we were losing badly, most of us didn’t even have times to get to the bunkers or shelters, let alone set up our defense plans. A surprise attack that cost my fellow exterminators their lives, and they were left behind where they had fallen. At some point I left the officially established objective, now my only goal was to save my family.
I let go of my head and look around, seeing only debris which had fallen around me from a building that had collapsed. The fuel tank really must have protected me from being crushed, and it was still sealed. A sigh of relief escapes my beak, filtered through to speakers in my respiration mask. I pick up the nozzle, gripping it as I slowly begin to trail my way through the ruins, was I out for long? Things had seemingly gotten quiet, where were the screams? Where was the gunfire? All I could hear was in the distance.
I trudge forth, avoiding any streets; anytime I came near one, I could see the bodies. My respiration mask filters out the smell of blood and death, but not the purple splashes across the street where the bodies were gone now. The grays must have moved past this area, a blessing hopefully, one that would work in my favor as I picked up my speed.
I needed to get home, I needed to protect my son, I needed to rescue my son. I knew the layout of this city pretty well after being an Exterminator in it for two years of my life. However, I rounded a corner into a lone gray ripping apart a body with its claws and teeth, swallowing what it could. I had made the wrong turn. Fear causes my feathers beneath the flame-resistant suit to fluff up as best they could, only making things more uncomfortable in the long run. A problem for future-me to deal with.
I could go around, but the thing's senses would pick me up. How it hadn't yet I don't know, too engaged in feeding? There was so much blood, and so many ripped-apart corpses, how many of my kind had the damn predator eaten? Were there other nearby predators who had their fill?
Despite the panicking thoughts in my head, another part of me responded, pulling up the nozzle and pressing down on the valve trigger as a spray of fuel shot out and down the side street. The gray was 100 feet away, I had time. Even as the gray roars out at the ruined meal of my fallen kind, it stands up and holds a claw in front of its snarling monstrous face to prevent me from spraying it directly in the eyes with the fuel. The predator starts running forth, heading to the weapon left behind at the first body gray's had torn apart.
I wait, letting it get closer as more fuel leaks and coats the side street, soaking the fallen and the predator down to the scales. Then just as the gray scrambles for its weapon, I pull up my pistol, a heavily-modified standard-issued plasma pistol. I had the advantage, all I needed as it aimed down at me. My pistol already aimed fully at my target, I fire.
Bright hot plasma shoots out, hitting the predator. The heated shot ignites the fuel as the monster screams and roars, in pain. He flails, trying to put out the flames, but the spreading flames of the spread-out fuel just ignite the whole side street in flames. I let my plasma pistol lower, watching as the Arxur collapses to his knees in the flames.
My first kill and it felt... Awful. The smoldering flames, the crackles of the flames as the Arxur's cries quieted… they were quiet enough now to be silenced by the roaring flames. Even through the respirator, I could smell the scent of burning flesh and feathers... My stomach turned. I was broken out of my inner guilt by the loud sound of steps heading toward me. Even if they could be fellow Exterminators, I can't take the chances. I head into what was a store, now slowly catching fire. I hear gunfire erupt around me as I dive down behind shelves of products, bullets tearing out around me as I shelter in place.
Growls and barks of sharp orders are given as I head toward the back. How I wasn't hit, I don't know. Maybe the smoke and flames were good concealments, or maybe I can thank whichever god decided to look out for me. The gunfire stops as I reach the backdoor, racing through it and into the storerooms to head out the back. Then I stop, a lesson ringing in my head: "Predator deception."
If I was a predator, I would be letting them come to me. My steps are slow as I look at the back door. It’s already been opened as if it was opened for me. I do not stop, still taking caution as I take off the fuel tank. I grab it by the handle before I head to the door. I holster my pistol and with both my talons gripping the fuel tank, I chuck it outside through the door as best as I could.
Gunfire rings out as I fall back, just one bullet could end me here and now, and I won't be risking it. I head back into the store room, now free of the fuel tank. I start to rip myself and my wings free of the flame-resistance suit. I grab onto a shelf, quickly clambering up the wooden stock shelves of the store room before I hunker down on the topmost shelf. Once again, I coolly pull up my plasma pistol, aim, and fire.
I knew the Arxur would be coming inside for me, but the hunters had become the hunted. The gunfire had stopped and as soon as my plasma shot through the door it nails the dropped fuel tank, rupturing it with the mark of glowing metal. Barely a second later it detonates, and I bring my head down onto the shelf itself as cries and roars of pain combined with the sound of metallic bits impacting wood and wall tell of my success. I holster my pistol as I spread out my wings and give a couple of strong pushes to slow my descent as I feel myself reach a decision.
I am going to press my advantage. I turn and the talons on my leg scratch the ground as I rush out through the partially exploded doorway. I run through, a roar, a growl, the Arxur too wounded to get back up as I rush past them and around a corner.
I keep running until I am sure I’ve evaded them before I extend my wings out and take off with a couple of strong pushes. I keep low, between buildings. It’s dangerous but provides cover, and by flying I will reach my home in no time.
As I reach my street, it’s obvious the Arxur has been through here. Bodies, blood, and homes were broken into. Silence. I make my way to the door of my home, swooping upwards onto the elevated walkway that connects to the platform that my raised home is built upon. The door is wide open, giving me pause. I unholster my pistol as I lean in and listen. I hear the sharp cracking of bones and tearing of flesh: another Arxur. A pit forms in my stomach. I knew my mate is likely dead but my objective-focused mind keeps me from straying too far from the path. I have to save my son if he is still here. I look around the walkway, only finding a fallen Incineration Exterminator a couple of feet away. My tool cabinet is open right next to my front door. I look past the walkway as I leap off of it and extend my wings forth.
I catch onto a window frame and carefully use my talons, gripping anything I can to climb around my raised home far above the ground. I slowly make my way around the corner of the house, looking through the window to find my mate dead. However, the door to the room of my unhatched son is still closed. A feeling of hope and love rises into my chest as I continue onward, heading to the next corner. With a little jump onto the rain channeler, I manage to get around the corner and to my son’s hatchery. Opening the window, I make my way inside the hatchery.
The incubation unit is on, humming, and warm. The egg inside is a healthy blue color, with no cracks and no evidence of tampering. I check over for any traps just in case, I knew the Arxur were brutally cunning. With myself satisfied I took the mobile incubator, which closely resembles a backpack for a good reason, and unplug it as I turn it on, I gently remove my unhatched son, lowering him into the mobile incubator before I seal it and strap the bag to my back. The humidity won’t be ideal but it's a temporary solution. I head to the window, slowly climbing out before I drop, unfurling my wings as I fly upwards.
My thoughts turn to my mate, she and I were not in a loving relationship, hell it was my father’s idea… However, at the end of the day, the Arxur in there had killed her and in all likelihood would have eaten my son. Anger rises and burns in my chest as I slowly turn back. I glide down to the walkway as I couldn't help but think, my son was now deprived of the one thing my mate and I cared about, we might have been arranged, but she was so excited to raise him. Now she won’t get that and a part of me can’t help but feel anger, hatred, a burning hatred. I knew what had to be done.
I close my door, gently, and quietly, I would roll the tool cabinet in front of it before I engage its breaks, I then head to the fallen exterminator, picking up the fuel tanks and the nozzle as I start to spray down the front of my home, before shoving the nozzle as best as I could through a shattered window and empty the fuel tanks into this grave. I hear the Arxur getting up, investigating the smell of fuel and with a couple of flaps back to the walkway, I turn.
I’m aiming my plasma pistol by the time I land and as soon as I do, I send a couple of shots into my home the fuel-soaked building ignites, fire spreading quickly as the fucking monster within tries to force his way out through the front, the front had quickly became enveloped in flames and anyway else out would be just a drop hundreds of feet below.
The drop is what the Arxur takes, burning, on fire, the shattering of the window is all that alerts me to it as he falls, disappearing through the smoke that covers the ground beneath my neighborhood.

I feel nothing.

I feel nothing as I take off, heading somewhere else.

I feel nothing when I reach a nearby bunker broken open.

I feel nothing when the raid reaches an end and the rescue fleet shows up.

I feel nothing when I leave.

I feel nothing when my father congratulates me, a hollow thanks anyways.

I feel nothing as I sit on the ship to Nishtal.

I feel something when, within the incubator, I can hear chirps, and the egg starts to gently rock back and forth.

I feel love and hope again.
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2023.03.21 21:15 Yusuf9867 The Persians civ concept

The Persians civ concept
Hi there. So, in this topic, I’m discussing the Persians as a proposed future civilization to be added in the future. Anyways, here’s some proposed flags:

The proposed flag of the Persians
The Persians are a civilization, representing the namesake civilization within modern-day Iran. In the late antiquity to the early middle ages, the Sasanian Empire ruled over Persia and other areas influenced by the Persians. However, after the Islamic conquest of Persia, the Sasanian Empire would ultimately collapse and be replaced by various medieval dynasties of Persia and the indigenous religion, Zoroastrianism would be severely declined due to the majority populus becoming Muslim after the conquest.
  • Year span: 498-1599 CE
  • Civilization type: Culture, Trade, Dynasties
  • Difficulty: 3/3
  • Villagers cost -40% food and have +1 melee armor point but have 25% slower workrate.
  • Early Lancer available in the Feudal Age.
  • Landmarks can garrison villagers with each garrison villager increasing the HP of the Landmark by 2% but if the Landmark is below it’s original HP and the villagers are no longer garrisoned, the Landmark stays with 1 HP.
Influence: Town Centers and Caravanserais let nearby houses generate gold.
How the Dynasty system works: If a Dynasty is unlocked, houses that are within the influence generate gold slightly faster for each Dynasty unlocked. Some Dynasties will also unlock certain units and techs. These are following Dynasties that can be unlocked:
  • Qarinvand Dynasty (Choice 1 available in the Dark Age and requires 2 Dark Age buildings to get access)
  • Bavandid Dynasty (Choice 2 available in the Dark Age and requires 3 Dark Age buildings to get access)
  • Baduspanids (Choice 1 available in the Feudal Age and requires 2 Feudal Age buildings to get access)
  • Samanid Dynasty (Choice 2 available in the Feudal Age and requires 3 Feudal Age buildings to get access)
  • Buyid Dynasty (Choice 1 available in the Castle Age and requires 1 Castle Age building to get access)
  • Khwarazmian Dynasty (Choice 2 available in the Castle Age and requires 2 Castle Age buildings to get access)
  • Kar-Kiya Dynasty (Choice 1 available in the Imperial Age and requires 3 Castle Age buildings)
  • Safavid Empire (Choice 2 available in the Imperial Age and requires the Madrasa)
Unique units:
  • Dailamite Warrior - Medium melee infantry unit that is armed with a battle axe and javelin and can form a wall with their shield if Dailamite Formation is researched. Strong against other infantry units but weak against cavalry. Available at the Barracks starting in the Feudal Age.
  • Dehqan - Economic unit that collects tax from Mills and can help nearby villagers carry +5 of each resource. Available at the Town Center starting in the Dark Age.
  • Ispahbed - Medium melee cavalry unit that has an attack good against ranged infantry and light cavalry but weak against heavy cavalry and the Spearman. Available at the Stable starting in the Feudal Age and can be unlocked with the Bavandid Dynasty.
  • Sardar - Cavalry leader that has the ability to have nearby military units attack 50% faster for 10 seconds. Available at the Keep if either of the two Imperial Age dynasty options are unlocked.
  • Qurchi - Heavy melee infantry unit that can take out light melee infantry while they hardly can take out other heavy melee infantry. Available at the Barracks if the Safavid Dynasty is unlocked.
  • Zamburak - Unit that’s very similar to the Abbasid Camel Archer except that it wields the arquebus instead of the bow and arrow and as well as costs gold of the same amount (60) instead of wood. Available at the Archery Range if the Safavid Dynasty is unlocked.
Unique buildings:
  • Agiary - Religious building that can inspire nearby units with slightly faster gathering rate (villagers) and 15% faster attack rate (military units). Relics can be placed into this building. Can be constructed in the Dark Age.
  • Caravanserai - Economic building that let’s passing traders receive a speed boost while also dropping off +25 of a resource you designate the Caravanserai to generate. Can be constructed in the Dark Age.
Unique technologies:
  • Qanats - Docks are capable of storing stone. Available at the Dock starting in the Dark Age.
  • Defense Lines - Walls are constructed 80% faster. Available at the Rayen Castle starting in the Feudal Age.
  • Dailamite Formation - Dailamite Warriors are given the ability to form a wall with their shield. Available at the Rayen Castle starting in the Feudal Age.
  • Dah-Bashi - First military building spawns 10 random military units. Available at the Rayen Castle starting in the Castle Age if either of the Castle Age dynasties are unlocked.
  • Kamandaran - Archers are 15% cheaper. Available at the Archery Range starting in the Feudal Age.
  • Pearls of the Persian Gulf - Fishing boats get extra gold every time they return with fishes, which is equal at 20% of the resources deposited. Available at the Dock starting in the Feudal Age.
  • Khorasan Road - Traders are 50% cheaper to create. Available at the Caravanserai starting in the Castle Age.
  • Mahouts - Elephant units move 25% faster. Available at the Blacksmith starting in the Castle Age.
  • Mounted Lookouts - All cavalry units (including Elephants) gain +2 LOS. Available at the Stable starting in the Castle Age.
  • Mysticism - Religious units slowly regenerate hitpoints. Available at the Mosque starting in the Castle Age.
  • Higher Education - Madrasas become affected by the influence. Available at the Caravanserai starting in the Imperial Age.
  • Achaemenid Legacy - Wood and Gold can be stored at Madrasas. Available at the Town Center starting in the Imperial Age.
  • Clibanarii Fortitude - Cavalry have +2 melee armor and +2 ranged armor. Available at the Stable starting in the Imperial Age.
  • Sasanian Preservation - Relics can be stored into Landmarks while relics stored in Agiaries and Mosques generate 50% faster. Available at the Madrasa.
  • Cultural Orientation - Town Centers and Caravanserais have +3 Influence range. Available at the Madrasa.
  • Persian Recruitment - Persian unique units (excluding the Dehqan) are created 50% faster. Available at the Blacksmith starting in the Imperial Age.
  • Enhanced Weaponry - All existing non-gunpowder ranged infantry become Hand Cannoneers and gunpowder units are created 25% faster. Available at the Blacksmith starting in the Imperial Age if the Safavid Dynasty is unlocked.
  • Bam Citadel - Landmark that acts as a Market and allows the Caravanserai to exchange the drop-off resources for a different kind of resource. Based on the Arg-e Bam.
  • Rayen Castle - Landmark that acts as a Blacksmith and houses the Defense Lines technology, the Dailamite Formation technology, and the Dah-Bashi technology. It also increases the production of nearby military buildings by 15%. Based on the building of the same name.
  • Network Temple - Landmark that acts as an Agiary. Let’s nearby religious buildings auto repair and heals a maximum of 5 nearby units almost instantly. Based on the Tappe Mil.
  • Equestrian Necropolis - Landmark that can auto train horse units but at a slower training time. The units being the Horseman, Lancer, and Horse Archer and if the Bavandid Dynasty is unlocked, the Ispahbed also becomes trainable. Based on the Naqsh-e Rostam.
  • Qabus Tower - Landmark that adds 100 gold in possession every 10 minutes and houses certain unique technologies that are 50% cheaper but have 50% slower research rate. Based on the tower in Gonbad-e Qabus.
  • Ardashir Palace - Landmark that acts as a Town Center and Caravanserai. Villagers are created 150% faster. Based on the building of the same name.
Wonder: Shapur Khast
Units that are expected to become shared units:
  • Horse Archer - Ranged cavalry that is to become shared among civilizations that historically used them.
  • War Elephant - Melee cavalry that is to become shared among civilizations that historically used them.
  • Camel Rider - Melee cavalry that is to become shared among civilizations that historically used them.
New shared unit expected to come into existance:
  • Elephant Archer - Ranged cavalry unit where the archer is atop of the elephant and is available to civilizations that historically used military elephants. Delhi Sultanate uses the Tower Elephant instead.
Architecture: Age I would use Sasanian style with Age II using Khorasani style, Age III using Razi style, and Age IV using Isfahani style.
Language: Middle Persian and would evolve into New Persian.
Proposed Stats for each unique unit:
  • Cost: 100 Food and 50 Gold
  • Training time: 20 seconds
  • Hitpoints: 75
  • Melee armor: 0
  • Pierce armor: 0
  • Speed: 1.12 tiles/second
  • Population cap: 1
[Dailamite Warrior]
  • Cost: 80 Food and 45 Gold
  • Training time: 20 seconds
  • Hitpoints: 90 (Early), 115 (Regular), 130 (Veteran), 145 (Elite)
  • Melee Attack: 6 (Early), 8 (Regular), 10 (Veteran), 12 (Elite)
  • Fire Attack: 10 (Early), 13 (Regular), 16 (Veteran), 20 (Elite)
  • Rate of fire: 1.50 seconds (Battle Axe), 2.00 seconds (Torch), 2.50 seconds (Javelin)
  • Melee armor: 0
  • Pierce armor: 1 (Early), 2 (Regular), 3 (Veteran), 4 (Elite)
  • Cost: 90 Food and 40 Gold
  • Training time: 21.5 seconds
  • Hitpoints: 170
  • Melee Attack: 14
  • Fire Attack: 19
  • Rate of Fire: 1.25 seconds (Sword) and 2.00 seconds (Torch)
  • Melee armor: 4
  • Pierce armor: 4
  • Speed: 1.125 tiles/second
  • Cost: 110 Food and 55 Gold
  • Training time: 30 seconds
  • Hitpoints: 145 (Regular), 190 (Veteran), 225 (Elite)
  • Melee Attack: 15 (Regular), 19 (Veteran), 24 (Elite)
  • Attack bonus: +5 vs Siege (Torch)
  • Rate of fire: 1.48 seconds
  • Melee armor: 2 (Regular), 3 (Veteran), 4 (Elite)
  • Pierce armor: 2 (Regular), 3 (Veteran), 4 (Elite)
  • Speed: 1.70 tiles/second
  • Upgrade cost: 100 Food and 250 Gold (Veteran), 300 Food and 700 Gold (Elite)
  • Upgrade time: 30 seconds (Veteran), 60 seconds (Elite)
  • Cost: 150 Food and 150 Gold
  • Training time: 35 seconds
  • Maximum amount: 1
  • Hitpoints: 360
  • Attack: 24 (melee), 30 (ranged)
  • Fire Attack: 10
  • Rate of fire: 2 seconds (melee), 2.15 seconds (ranged), 2.12 seconds (torch)
  • Melee armor: 4
  • Pierce armor: 4
  • Speed: 1.68 tiles/second
  • Cost: 180 Food and 60 Gold
  • Training time: 35 seconds
  • Hitpoints: 200
  • Pierce Attack: 35
  • Rate of Fire: 1.62 seconds
  • Range: 4
  • Melee armor: 0
  • Pierce armor: 0
  • Speed: 1.62 tiles/second
Conclusion: Having the Persians be one of the civilizations of Age of Empires IV would be one of the best things because it can explore the medieval era of Persia. Also, the Persian identity did existed in the ancient and medieval times that can be considered parallel to the Chinese identity.
Note: This page was directly copied from the Persians civ concept topic that's available on the Age of Empires Forums.
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2023.03.21 21:11 ResidentAd1631 Thrift

Hello! Is there any thrift stores nearby? I want to explore around but I am quite unsure where to go. I heard circle thrift is good. Though, it’s in Fishtown. Is it safe to commute? I never traveled any part of the city besides south philly. If there is any other thrift stores, can someone recommend? Sorry if this isn’t an temple question related.
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2023.03.21 21:08 KuppyKake415 Air hose coupling

Can I use an air hose quick connect on my power washer? My local hardware store is out of pressure washer quick connectors but my air hose one fits…
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2023.03.21 21:00 The_Fallen_1 [THJVerse] Arcane Starfarers - ep 1 - To the stars

Hi all, I’m back with the full series following on from my last mini-series, Angland U. If you haven’t read it, I would highly recommend it, as it serves as a prologue and an easy entry into the THJ Universe, which started with The Hunter’s Journey. I have tried to make it so reading THJ isn’t necessary if you read the prologue, but it will provide more insight into the world than my prologue will (it’s a lot easier to go into the full depths of something with around 2,000 pages than it is with around 40-50 after all.)
Fair warning, there will be some adult themes in the series, so reader discretion is advised.
So, without further ado, enjoy!
Prologue / Previous / Next
Daniel rolled his left arm in its socket as he read his new assignment once more, excited to finally be getting out of constant lessons, training, and parades. He shut off the holoviewer and retracted it back into his bionic arm, allowing his hand to snap back into place, banging the back of it a couple times to make sure it was seated properly, and letting out a small sigh of relief that it was still holding up after so much punishment in basic training. He quickly checked his bags once more, making sure he had everything on him, completed one final check of the room, and then exited it. He walked down the hallway and hopped into the lift, heading down to the ground floor. Once there, he walked over to the reception, where he checked out of the hotel, and then made his way over to the hotel's subway entrance.
Upon entering the subway, he identified the military door and scanned his pass, letting him through the secure door to the private platform, where a half filled carriage was waiting. He quickly boarded and found a seat, watching the door for another 30 seconds before they closed and the carriage began to move. Less than a minute later, the carriage slowed to a halt at the other platform, and everyone began to disembark. Once he was off, Daniel quickly pulled his uniform straight, making sure the creases were still crisp and that his brassard was sitting correctly, before touching his headdress to make sure it was on straight, and he then began to walk up the stairs and left the subway.
Looking out onto the runway, he spotted his transport almost completely loaded, a massive 350 metre wide behemoth of a flying wing, an ASWT-16. As he walked towards the military security terminal of the spaceport, two privates stood to attention and saluted him, which he acknowledged quickly so they could get back to their business. He scanned his pass on the security terminal, and then walked through the attached gate, scanning him and finding nothing of concern. He quickly removed his headdress now that he was on an active airfield, and stored it in his bag before jumping on the nearby shuttle bus, which collected a few more people before the doors closed and silently drove towards the transport, coming to a stop just before the ramp. Everyone quickly disembarked, and the bus headed back to the gate the instant the last person was off, and then the group all quickly boarded the transport, rushing to get one of the better seats. Daniel didn’t rush though, and instead headed to the subtly comfier seats with an actual real window that peeked over the surface of the wing, reserved for officers like himself, and he stuffed his bags under it.
As he waited for boarding and loading to wrap up, he flicked his metal hand back and checked his messages on his holo once again, looking to see if any of his family or friends had responded. As expected, he had a quick good luck message from his Dad, and absolutely nothing from his Mother, but all his childhood and University friends had responded, barring the one person he really wanted to hear from. He knew she had read it, the app indicated as such, but she hadn’t responded. He hoped she was just writing a really long message congratulating him and wishing him luck, but he couldn’t just help but worry that she hadn’t taken the news well.
He forced it out of his mind as the loading ramp began to close and the transport crew called out their final checks. He raised both his arms off of his lap as a crew member checked to make sure his belt was on, and once the crew member had checked everyone on the row, they found their own seat and sat down. Less than two minutes later, a low rumble could be heard as all twelves thrusters roared to full power, and the transport began to quickly accelerate down the runway, taking off with its full 4,000 tonne load.
Daniel watched the fields blitz past out the window, each one getting smaller and smaller as they ascended faster and faster, until he could just about make out the curvature of the Earth, feeling a small jolt as the thrusters switched from their air breathing modes to their vacuum modes. It didn’t take long until all he could see out of his tiny window was the black void of space above the wing. The wing in question suddenly became a hub of activity as numerous panels began to wing open or retract, allowing a pylon with a long pod on the end to raise up, which began to glow a dull blue as the star formations visible to him began to distort.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, may I have your attention please,” one of the crew members began. “We are now at warp, and it is safe to walk around the craft. ETA for Mars orbit is 30 minutes, so please make sure you are buckled back in before that happens. The gravity generator isn’t the strongest on a transport like this, so the docking manoeuvres could pose a danger. Also, please don’t enter the cargo grid, gravity is weaker there, and any magnetic objects could be ripped from your body. I don’t fancy having to retrieve your body for the medic because a piercing got ripped out.”
Daniel looked over to the other passengers, noticing that one of the plain clothes personnel was grimacing and holding their legs tight together, while their friend next to them bumped their shoulder with a poorly masked grin. He shook his head and got to his feet, giving them a stretch while he had the chance, and checked his holo to see that it was now disconnected from the network as expected. He snapped his hand back into place, finding that the connection for his little finger wasn’t engaging properly, so he gave the back of his hand a firm smack and thankfully managed to regain control of his extremity.
“Should probably get that looked into, Sir,” the Lieutenant sitting next to him said.
“Yeah, I’ve got a replacement ordered. It’s been messed up since basic, and I’ve finally gotten approval for the latest model,” Daniel explained.
“Is requisition that bad at the moment?”
“Only for the full suite I need.”
“What do you need that’s in short supply?”
“Sorry, but that’s need to know,” Daniel told him, knowing that the parts weren’t restricted information to someone of his rank, but he was still happy to use it to avoid unwanted conversation at the moment.
“Of course, sir. My apologies for asking.”
“No harm done,” Daniel assured him as he straightened his shirt and made his way towards the front of the transport.
He opened the doorway into a corridor, and then immediately made his way into the office space, taking a seat in one of the four cubicles and logging into one of the computers, pleased to see that his travel profile had been uploaded before takeoff. The data was sparse, but it was all he needed at the moment, which was mainly the bios of his soon to be subordinates, and more importantly interview and trainer notes. None of them had any real world experience in the world of electronic subterfuge, though they did all pass the training and tests with perfect grades like him, even if the tests missed off a few handy tricks he’d utilised on occasion. It meant that he would likely be irreplaceable if the ship was in a dangerous situation, though he knew that would be the case just from him being in a position of authority. He was a little disappointed by the prospect of almost always having to be at his post, but such was Navy life.
He continued to look more closely at their bios, making a mental note of the comments made against them. They all seemed to be by the book types, which means that he would have to teach them some dirty tricks at some point, but it at least meant that he wasn’t likely to have a rough time with them. They all originated from various colonies though, so he was wary of the tribalism that could cause. It should have been trained out of them so they all acted as a single unit, but pride was often something hard rooted.
“Five minutes till Mars!” a crew member shouted into the room, before moving onto the next.
Daniel took his que to wipe his profile in case it got missed due to tight schedules, and logged off. It might not be his responsibility to do so, but he’d be damned if someone else messed up and he and his new team got hurt for it. He left the cubical and made his way back to his seat, buckling in and allowing himself to be inspected once again.
He looked out the window once again as the warp pylon powered down and the distortion effect stopped, causing the green and blue surface of Mars to take up the majority of his view. It remained in his few for only a few moments though, as the transport began to turn and roll as it aligned with the station. The warp pylons quickly stowed themselves in the wings again, and the transport edged forward, sliding into the hangar after a minute or two of travel. There was a small bump as the craft touched down, followed by a droop as the hangar’s gravity was turned up to normal levels.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Mars Stardock 02. Please disembark to allow for unloading of supplies,” the crew member from before announced.
Not wanting to get caught in the crowd, Daniel jumped up from his seat, picked up his bags quickly, and was the fourth person to exit the transport. He looked at the unloading tractors that were entering the room, noticing that they had a particularly large one usually reserved for ship modules. He was surprised that something like that would be coming from Earth given Mars’ manufacturing capabilities, but he probably couldn’t find out what it was without putting his rank at risk, so he elected to ignore it. Instead, he headed over to the hangar exit and scanned his pass, confirming his presence aboard the station.
As he began to walk down the corridor of the station, following the signs for the habs, he checked his messages once more, finding that he still hadn’t received the message he was hoping for. He did his best to hide his frustration, and continued on until he reached the nearest short stay habs, walking past the honeycomb array of pods designed to pack in the lower ranking spacemen of visiting ships if the ships weren’t serviceable. Thankfully for him however, he was able to keep walking until he reached the officer’s cabins, picking an empty one and assigning it to himself.
His temporary accommodation was little more than a small bed, a desk, and a stool, but it served his needs. He dropped his bags on his bed, and quickly activated his arm’s scanners, checking the room for any bugs, which he found none of. He knew there was practically no way of someone knowing which room he’d end up in, but he couldn’t be too careful. Happy that he was safe, he opened the makeshift compartment on his arm, removing the memory chip that had sat there for almost five years at this point. He carefully hid it in the ceiling light cover, and exited the room, locking the door behind him. He knew that after five years of no-one looking for it that was probably safe, but he wasn’t going to take the risk.
He began to look at the station signs again, managing to find a layout map. He quickly committed it to memory the best he could, and made his way to the station’s clinic. Once he finished the short walk there, he checked himself in, and was assigned to a room, which he entered and sat down on the bed within it. He let out a small sigh as he looked around the room, waiting for the doctor to arrive, and began to study all the posters and displays, containing information on a bunch of medical advice that was inapplicable to him.
“Sorry about the wait,” an old and balding man in a medical uniform apologised to him as he entered the room, carrying a large long black case.
“It’s not a problem,” Daniel assured him.
“I’m Dr Middleton,” the Doctor informed him. “Now, may I just confirm your identity please?”
“Lieutenant Commander Daniel Hardbrooks,” Daniel replied, handing over his military ID.
“... Indeed you are. Just a couple of quick questions before we get onto why you’re here. Can you please confirm the purpose of your visit?” the Doctor asked, handing his ID back.
“To receive a replacement mechanical prosthetic arm, containing equipment I am not allowed to disclose.”
“And can I confirm that you don’t need a socket upgrade?”
“No, I have the latest socket after my last one broke during basic training.”
“Perfect,” the Doctor replied, checking a few boxes on his holo display. “Will you be recycling your old arm, or will you keep it?”
“Recycle. This thing will probably break if you look at it wrong,” he explained, taking off his shirt and holding up his scratched and dented arm.
“A mk IV-C. I’m surprised it’s still working. Well, you’ve got a nice new mk XXII-NM. I’m pleased to inform you that a starsteel heatsink was successfully sourced, as well as some other components that are simply blank on my display,” the Doctor told him as he handed Daniel the case. “The profile from your old arm has been transferred onto this one, but you will have to map any new functions.”
“Of course,” Daniel replied, pressing the lock and allowing the case to scan him.
After almost ten seconds of waiting, the locks popped off, and the lid opened to reveal his new arm. It looked almost like a real arm in shape, except he had given it a custom carbon black with white trim paint scheme, and replaced the plates that visually simulated muscle with armour and electronics. Happy with his new appendage, he grabbed hold of his current arm and popped it out of its socket, laying it on the nearby table before picking up his new arm and locking it in place, checking to make sure the seal engaged properly.
He rolled his shoulder, surprised at how smooth the motion was, making him realise just how bad his old arm was performing. He then began to twist his arm and wrist while flexing his fingers, finding that each motion felt like it had less purpose, but they instead felt much more natural like his real arm. He then performed a systems check, making sure none of the secret stuff was displayed, before giving the doctor a thumbs up.
“It’s working perfectly. Thank you for your help,” he told the Doctor as he put his shirt back on.
“You’re very welcome. Please tap here to confirm your appointment has been completed,” the Doctor instructed, pointing at his holo display.
“There. All done,” Daniel replied, performing the action.
“Thank you very much. Any issues and concerns, please check back here or to any other military approved clinic as soon as possible.”
“Will do. Thanks once again for your help,” Daniel told him as he left the clinic.
Daniel made his way straight back to his hab, entering it and testing out his new scanner, finding it to return the same readings of his room, but he could now read practically every electromagnetic and aetheric signature within half a kilometre, with the larger signals of the station’s fusion generators easily detectable from almost two kilometres away. Satisfied, he quickly retrieved the memory chip from the light cover, and stored it within the new secret high security compartment he now possessed.
Satisfied, he left his room once more and entered one of the nearest lifts. He punched in the button for the observation deck, and braced himself slightly as the lift accelerated rapidly, bringing him to his destination in a matter of seconds. He stepped out of the lift and into what was essentially a ball of transparent metal, overlooking the whole station. He walked over to the edge, and took in the sight of the disk shaped station floating over the distant Martian landscape. He could just about make out some of the smaller hangars from his vantage point, but what he was more interested in was the docking arms on the outside of the disk.
He could make out three corvettes dock on a single arm, and another one on an arm of its own. The next three arms were empty, with the next two servicing a frigate each, followed by three arms servicing destroyers. He was able to identify the classes of the destroyers, identifying two as direct combat ships, and the third as a light drone carrier. Finally, he rested his eyes on a single ship taking up two arms that were far longer than the others, the expedition cruiser, CNS Trailmaker.
His soon to be new home.
Prologue / Previous / Next
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2023.03.21 20:59 naptiem If the universe were a simulation or computer, how would memory management or garbage collection work? (Speculative, brainstorming)

Had a thought about this - Our imaginations and memories exist as signals in our brain (as far as we know today), and a universe simulator would need to have memory to store ALL the imaginations, memories and signals of all living things.
When each one of us tries to access memory that has not been completely forgotten, the simulator would also need to simulate everything involved with remembering. But when we're not actively thinking of the memory or even recently thinking of it, do we know (from psychology) whether we physically have storage of that full memory? Or do we simply have a "reference" stored, whereby accessing it pulls it out of some long-term storage bank that is not stored in our mind?
And what happens when we completely forget something? Is that memory still in our mind physically (shouldn't be, by definition)? Would a simulator still need to "retain" that memory somehow? And, if not, where does the information that used to form that memory go?
I also asked Chat GPT about garbage collection, and here's what it had to say (got its permission to post on reddit ;-) ):
If we assume that the universe is a simulation or a computer, then garbage collection and memory management would likely be handled by the underlying software or hardware that is running the simulation.
In a traditional computer, [...shortened...]
In a simulated universe, it is possible that the underlying software or hardware would perform a similar function, tracking the use of virtual memory and freeing up resources that are no longer needed by the simulation. This could be done in real-time as the simulation is running, or periodically during "downtime" when the simulation is not actively being interacted with.
It is also possible that the simulation could be designed in such a way that garbage collection is not necessary, either by using a static allocation of resources or by constantly reusing and recycling resources as needed.
However, it is important to note that the idea of the universe being a simulation or a computer is purely speculative and currently lacks any scientific evidence to support it. It is an interesting thought experiment, but any conclusions drawn from it should be taken with a grain of salt.
Does any of these sound potentially valid for the simulation theory? Would there be any methods of verifying or testing?
Given that the universe seems to be accelerating exponentially, is it reasonable that any underlying simulator would also need to allow for memory to hold or process exponentially increasing information? If so, the idea that simulation hardware is being added on or perhaps there is already so much memory or processing power that these exponential increases are "taken care of." But that ... feels ... less efficient than what we know of physical processes.
What do you speculate?
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2023.03.21 20:43 CatchSilly4038 Another Plot Twist in good ole Al Mazrah

Was working on the "5 enemy operator kills at >75m with Lachmann Platform" with a buddy of mine and this most recent match was nothing short of hilarious. We were held up on the roof of a grocery store across from an exfil and we waited. We don't condone exfil camping but in this do what you got to do. After a few minutes of waiting we get this one 3 man squad to roll up in a car. I down one guy as he pops the exfil with my sniper rifle and my buddy finishes him with an LM-S.... we get credit for it. We weren't going to get greedy so we make the attempt to bail to let them revive their buddy but they had other plans. The remaining operators revive the first operator and try to flank us as we were exiting the building toward our ATV. They kill my buddy before I could back him up. I duck behind a wall, radiation starts to spread, and notice the second operator looting a cash register....he has his back to me...he doesn't see me......time to make my move.....I pop around the corner and drill him in the back with a contraband Vel 46 and loot his plates and mask. I duck into a nearby bathroom, plate up, and reload. The operator says, "He got me, I'm down by the cash register." The third operator, "Where is he?" The second operator, "I think he went into the bathroom." The third operator, "What bathroom?" Figuring he was going to revive his buddy.... I kick open the bathroom door and see the third operator standing by the register. I yell, "THIS BATHROOM!" and spray the guy with the last 20 or so rounds I had left in my smg and finish him with a melee. I loot his plates and gas mask, then haul ass to the hospital next door. I loot an Expedite 12 at the base of the stairwell and climb on top of the roof. The first operator revives his buddies and starts heading back toward exfil so I whip out my sniper rifle and kill him again as he pops the exfil. The second operator start taking pop shots at me from an adjacent building while the third operator goes to revive the first operator, so I duck back into the hospital and sneak back into the grocery store to hide behind a counter. Radiation is about a minute away. The second and third operator walk around the corner around the corner, so I pop out from around the counter and unload all 7 shotgun rounds into their backs and run for more cover. Second and Third Operator, "The bxxch got us, he's back in the grocery store." First operator, "Where are ya, ya lil bxxch?" Me, "I have killed each of you twice already, the radiation is seconds away, I have all of your masks, and I have plenty of plates.......take your boys and go." A few seconds pass, the radiation hits us, and I see their car take off so I sprint to my buddy. I revive him, drops some plates, drop a durable mask, and we hop on an ATV to head toward exfil. We get to the Final Exfil early.... so we drop a cluster mine and some prox mines around the chopper. We hop in, guns out, and pulls up on the chopper.....BOOM! Three operator downs.....surprise surprise its the enemy team from the grocery store......I send out an invite, they accept it, we revive them, hop back in the chopper, and we all laugh our asses off. Another Plot Twist in good ole Al Mazrah.
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2023.03.21 20:35 BlantantlyAccidental In The Void of War Chapter 11


Chapter 11

General Republic Automated Repair and Recovery Station #4413A

Republic of United Systems controlled Shoal Zone

The AI aboard the automated repair and recovery station whirred to life as an unknown power source appeared on the extreme edge of its sensor range. It was faint. Attenuating its sensors to best determine exactly what had just entered the same galactic backyard as it, the AI went about its usual business of self checks, log dumps and traffic updates. All of this happened in a nanosecond of being awoken. A few more nanoseconds passed as the information gathered by the finely tuned sensors determined that the engine source nearby was extremely unstable and in need of assistance. It pinged the supposed ship, but no registration information came back. Since it was an AI, it had no feeling of urgency or error. It parsed this information like it did the rest; it put it into the “new” part of its systems and began the process of firing up a repair drone. It would charge whatever it was for its repairs, and if services were refused, the drone would return.
Two minutes after the unknown power source was detected, a repair drone was zipping its way through the cold vacuum of space. As it got closer and closer, a better picture of what the power source was and its purpose became clear to the ai. It was a ship, but it wasn’t a ship it had ever encountered, or a drive system it knew. As the drone got closer and closer, it picked up several signals, all of them foreign. The ai cross checked every known Republic and Solidarity signal, and any other that had been used in the last several years. Nothing came back as a match.
This set off some flagged responses programmed into the ai. First, it sent out a system wide drone update to look for the power source anywhere else a General Republic Automated Repair and Recovery Station was. It took less than 2 seconds for every single station to get the update. Meanwhile, the repair drone finally arrived at the location of the source. The view from the camera was that of an ad-hoc conglomeration of several different pieces of metal and asteroid flung together to make a ship. As the drone approached, several organic signals emanated from the ship. The camera was picking up Space Bugs.
The ancient warp engine of the Zartaxian Hive Hauler shunted the ugly ship roughly through space and time, bringing it to its randomized destination. It’s Zartaxian captain had no name, just a job, and that job was to find stuff. Unlike the others in his race, this Zartaxian was a drone caste, only bred for one purpose; to go out, find, and die.
After several random jumps into the deep darkness of space, This one was finally doing a very good job of the finding part. On its sensors screen, a ripe and juicy stable power source sat, alone and so easy to take. The Zartaxian had ordered its other hive members to general quarters,ordering the ship to approach whatever it was out there. However as soon as they had arrived and determined their target was safe to scavenge, something broke away from the power source and headed toward them. Whatever was heading their way was also a new power source, and very stable.
The Zartaxian had determined it was a smaller craft. Not worried as it did not seem hostile(nothing was happening other than the single craft heading their way) the Zartaxian ordered some Cold Vac members to go and bring the drone aboard. A dozen cold vac Zartaxians floated out of the bug ship toward the drone. As they approached, the drone turned away and started to burn toward its home. A few of the cold vac Zartaxians were obliterated by the sudden activity from the drone they were heading toward. This angered the Zartaxian. Ordering those still outside in the vacuum back to the ship, the Zartaxian was determined to bring back whatever it could to the Hive Station. It send out a “Happy/Find/Treasure” sensation through his ship, and ordered his crew to chase the drone down.
The automated repair drone had determined that whatever it had been sent to try and assist was not anything to offer its services too, noted the organics floating closer and closer to it, turned and began its burn back to the berth. Alien, not alien. To the drone and the Automated Repair and Recovery nothing was out of the ordinary. Just a ship that it couldn’t repaiextort out of money. Interest lost. As the drone began its return, the Station noted that the ship was following it. All attempts at communication with the ship had failed, and the Station was sending out an automated distress signal to the General Republic Station Control Center.
The on duty Control Center Engineer noticed an automated distress signal alarm had appeared on the SCADA systems log. It had happened 10 minutes ago. The Engineer puzzled over this, as every alarm that ever generated would ALWAYS show up in big yellow letters on the screen, along with in the log.
The Engineer scrolled through the log to try and see what happened. He wasn’t overly concerned about the distress signal, as it was probably something wonky with the ai. Typing a few commands, the log appeared on his screen:
[3065/22/06] 14:25:00 Zulu Station #4413A reports Prx. Alrm. Unknown.
[3065/22/06] 14:25:00 Zulu Station #4413A reports Prx. Alrm. Unknown.
[3065/22/06] 14:25:00 Zulu Station #4413A reports Prx. Alrm. Unknown.
[3065/22/06] 14:25:01 Zulu Station #4413A reports Prx. Alrm. Unknown.
[3065/22/06] 14:25:01 Zulu Station #4413A reports Prx. Alrm. Unknown.
[3065/22/06] 14:25:01 Zulu Station #4413A reports Prx. Alrm. Unknown.
[3065/22/06] 14:25:02 Zulu Station #4413A reports Prx. Alrm. Unknown.
[3065/22/06] 14:25:02 Zulu Station #4413A reports Prx. Alrm. Unknown.
[3065/22/06] 14:25:02 Zulu Station #4413A reports Prx. Alrm. Unknown.
The Engineer scrolled through every millisecond of the last 10 minutes of the alarm going off, to the very beginning.
[3065/22/06] 14:14:52 Zulu Station #4413A reports Unkn. Pwr. Src.
[3065/22/06] 14:15:36 Zulu Station #4413A reports Drone Dispatched.
[3065/22/06] 14:20:30 Zulu Station #4413A reports NoCom. NoAck. NoServ. From Drone.
[3065/22/06] 14:20:31 Zulu Station #4413A reports Drone returning.
[3065/22/06] 14:25:00 Zulu Station #4413A reports Prx. Alrm. Unknown.
The Engineer was puzzled over the info in the log. Whatever the Station had detected wasn’t a ship, so the drone it sent out came back.
“Whatever it was that it detected followed the drone back. Huh.” The Engineer said. The Station itself hadn’t broadcast any other alarm since. Acknowledging the alarm and putting it out of his mind, the Engineer went back to staring at the multiple screens on his desk.
The Station had determined that there were Organics floating around it, as whatever ship had arrived nearby had approached. It was close enough that the Station was now broadcasting on all open channels for the ship to depart its zone of control. Nothing replied. The ship seemed ignorant of its pleas, as the first Zartaxian cold vac member began dismantling the massive open gantry space station, the entire crew of the Hauler now out in the cold harshness of space, breaking the station down piece by piece.
The ai did not know it was dying. It was losing functions across many of its systems. It was sending out alarm after alarm, but nothing was coming back from the Control Center. All it could do was that, and wait.
Big red letters popped up on The Engineer's screen. This time he tore his attention away from the Gogtubeok app open on his OptiLens and read the alarms as they happened.
[3065/22/06] 14:42:021 Zulu Station #4413A reports Dmg. Ext. FuelStor.
[3065/22/06] 14:42:022 Zulu Station #4413A reports Dmg. Ext. FuelStor.
[3065/22/06] 14:42:023 Zulu Station #4413A reports Dmg. Ext. FuelStor.
[3065/22/06] 14:42:024 Zulu Station #4413A reports Dmg. Ext. FuelStor.
[3065/22/06] 14:42:025 Zulu Station #4413A reports Dmg. Int. Core. Reg.
[3065/22/06] 14:42:026 Zulu Station #4413A reports Dmg. Int. Core. Reg.
[3065/22/06] 14:42:027 Zulu Station #4413A reports Dmg. Int. Core. Reg.
[3065/22/06] 14:42:028 Zulu Station #4413A reports Dmg. Int. Core. Reg.
[3065/22/06] 14:42:029 Zulu Station #4413A reports Dmg. Int. Core. Reg.
This startled The Engineer. Something was tearing Station #4413A apart. He looked around the cool, dark office that was the General Republic Control Center and sighed.
“What was the procedure for this again?” The Engineer said, opening a drawer and pulling out a thick, dust covered book. Sure things were electronic, but a lot of information wasn’t stored like it was back in the day. The Engineer was old school. Blowing off the cover of the thick novel like book, the words “Control Center Uncommon Occurrences Procedure” were printed in gold leaf lettering. The Engineer cracked open the tome, and flipped to a certain page.
In flowing cursive were three sentences:
“In case of strange or unkn. Alarms from any station, dispatch Station Patrol to investigate. Dispatch as soon as first alarm comes in. Could be rampancy.”
The Engineer furrowed his brow. This was an old book, so he knew that there had been plenty of changes in the use of ai on the stations. It certainly wasn’t rampancy. So the second part of the advice sucked. The first made sense to The Engineer. So he closed the book, put it back in the drawer, and closed it.
He typed a few words on a small terminal, and sent out a dispatch request to the closest Station Patrol group to investigate. Patrol Group Theta-Hart acknowledged the dispatch, and The Engineer sat back. His job was done, for now.

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2023.03.21 19:25 Naive-Particular-28 How often are you taking your 8-12 month puppy out of the house for socialization?

We focused a lot on exposure to different environments and people/dogs since the day we brought him home, but now our puppy is 9 months old and outside of a daily walk, he really only goes to puppy class once a week as a place outside the house. I partly blame winter, as where we live there are not many dog friendly places/patios open during this time of year. About once a month he will go to our local hardware store with us. One big thing we are working on is his leash reactivity- he isn’t aggressive, but he gets way too excited seeing a person or dog and lunges and pulls and completely stops listening to me. Could this be because we haven’t been going out as much the past few months? Would it be beneficial to take him out of the house more than once a week? He is an Australian shepherd, if that matters (so high energy, but we do give him lots of jobs at home).
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2023.03.21 19:24 Doge1104 I (29M) want to get serious with (25F) but her guy friend is in the way and makes me feel insignificant.

There's a girl I've been speaking to for months with an on/off period. We're very much into each other, or at least, I think we are, but we haven't met in person yet, more on that later. We met on a dating app, had great synergy, into the same hobbies and looking for a serious relationship as our past ones weren't the best, and she wanted a guy that saw past her body. Conversation flowed. At one point when we had plans to meet, she disappeared. Ghosted without word or a trace. Forward to 4 months later, as of two weeks ago. I kept noticing her watching my Instagram stories even though we weren't speaking and I, at the time, never chased anyone that ghosted me on dating apps because there's always a better guy, and people lose interest, which I understand.
I asked her in a direct message if she hated me and her response was no. We took a bit to catch up and come to find her reasoning for ghosting me was a medical reason. I get emergencies happen, but at the very least she could have reached out to me when she was done. I told her I still had feelings for her and I'd like to try again, she felt the same.
Over the course of the past two weeks, things have been great. We still hadn't met yet because she said that she wanted to complete the rest of her program before seeing me, which I agreed to so we could get to know each other better than months prior, and I assumed she wanted to commit to her own personal issue before being comitted to me. Until at one point she asks me if it's okay if her guy best friend can come over to her place to watch movies. She told me they knew each other since elementary and he's part of the small circle of friends she has that consists of multiple guys and girls. I told her I was fine with it because she had friends before I came around, and me having any gripe about it would seem insecure and controlling especially when we're not in a relationship yet. I also included that as long as he's not an ex and they'd never had sex and he'd respect what was going on between me and her. She denied all of those claims as he's "like a brother to her" yet she said they hug and play fight and have sleepovers and watch parties with their mutual favorite show. She has never mentioned any of the other friends doing it. She would not text me back for hours on end when with him and I don't say anything about it because me double or triple texting would seem needy.
I've respected her space and never questioned anything she said with suspicion and let it go. But in her free time, she was always with him. Either at his place or getting food or doing some errand. Whenever we do text, it's "my best friend this, best friend that" and it got annoying to me. I mainly talk to her most at night because once she's off from work, we play games together online for hours until I'm ready to sleep for work/school the next day.
Skip to yesterday, I had left my phone in the car to do a side job working on a friend's car for extra money to go out with her to some place special when we finally meet. I had gotten a new phone case I didn't want to get dirty, and I had no gloves with me or my smart watch to tell me I was missing text messages. She had gotten sick recently and would sleep for hours on end, while staying home from work, while also at the same time that best friend of hers would drop off care packages to her. I had gotten started on the car around 7pm and wasn't done until almost 9pm due to lack of tools and hardware and back and forth to stores. When I was done, I also had time to quickly put on a new part for my car as it was a 5 minute job. When everything was done, I saw I had multiple missed texts from her every 20-30 minutes I didn't answer and the last message from her was "you're changing a woman's brakes at 9pm?"
When I had cleaned up and was going home, I was trying to understand why she would say what she did and her response was that she was fine and she'd talk to me the next day. I didn't want to argue and seemed my explanations went over her head and she was upset. Today, she still seemed upset with me and we had a small argument over what I am and am not doing for her and the case of me not helping her financially until she can go back to work instead of looking forward to seeing her and worrying about trivial matters such as having gifts for her ahead of time and she pleaded me not to get her anything, and if I wanted to get her something then it should be money into her cashapp. I'm not sure if I should pursue something serious with her; as she's not reciprocating the energy I give, in which I remind her she's beautiful inside and out, she's strong for bettering herself, and thing along those lines but it's like I'm constantly praising her whole she doesn't say any good things about me.
TL;DR girl I want to date and have a strong connection with is spending all her free time with her guy best friend even though she said she wants to work on herself first but is seeing him every day. She doesn't want me to do anything for her, gifts, food, medicine while she's sick, but let's her friend do it. She prefers a relationship where the man is supporting mentally, emotionally, spiritually and financially, but I haven't offered to help pay her bills or help her with her rent so now I feel insignificant like I don't do enough to show I want to be with her. She got upset for me not answering my phone while working on a car, but she disappears for hours at a time with her friend daily and I don't say a word.
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2023.03.21 19:06 kirtash93 Which Hardware Wallet Should I buy? - Keeping My Investment Safe and Secure

Which Hardware Wallet Should I buy? - Keeping My Investment Safe and Secure
I am thinking on buying a new HW and I have been researching to decide which one buy. Currently, I own a Trezor T, which I am pretty happy with but I love tech and I want another one.I have decided to share the information I have collected with my own DYOR.

What is a hardware wallet?

A Hardware wallet is a physical device that stores private keys and it is used to securely store and manage cryptocurrencies. It is one of the safest ways to protect your crypto because it allows to keep private keys offline.
Protect your investment and self custody

Trezor Hardware Wallet

For the ones not knowing, Trezor Model T is the last HW developed by Satoshi Labs. This model more important feature that distinguish it from others is the touch screen. There is also a cheaper HW, Trezor Model One, that supports less coins and doesn't have a touch screen (it has two buttons).
Pros: It allows to convert fiat to crypto and otherwise and support a lot of coins. Trezor Suite app allows trading. Only can be connected by USB (I think Bluetooth is another security breach point).
Cons: Expensive, Model T. I think it is expensive comparing with the cheaper model because it is 3 times more expensive.
You can check the official page and which coins they support here:
Model Price
T $69
One $219

Trezor One and T Models

Ledger Hardware Wallet

Another famous HW company is Ledger. Ledger Nano X is good and secure and looks like a USB with a steel shell. It can be connected to any mobile device or computer by USB or Bluetooth.
According to them, Bluetooth connectivity and mobile support are the biggest upgrades (I disagree because Bluetooth is a point of attack for hacks) comparing other HW. There is also a cheaper version without those features called Ledger Nano S.
They have three different versions, the new Stax, Nano X and Nano S plus.
Pros: Supports a lot of cryptocurrencies and it has a big community with a lot of features.
Cons: Bluetooth functionality is not smooth and I think it is a point of attack for hacks. Sometimes software updates affects user experience adding lag or not being compatible immediately.
You can check the official page and which coins they support here:
Model Price
Stax €279 (aprox. $297.14)
Nano X €149 (aprox. $158.69)
Nano S Plus €79 (aprox. $84.14)

Ledger stax, nano x and nano s plus


I have never heard about this one but I read that it is a pretty good. This HW doesn’t allow you to connect to the internet in any way. NGRAVE Zero uses one-way QR code communication to relay information to connected devices while staying offline instead of using USB or Bluetooth. They also sell metal plates to protect your seed phrase from fire and water.
Pros: QR system looks pretty cool and really adds another layer of security because you are not able to connect it to the Internet.
Cons: New company and also it is very expensive. They dont support as many coins as the competence.
You can check the official page and which coins they support here:
Model Price
Combo Pack (Zero + Graphene) €498 (aprox. $530.39)
Zero €398 (aprox. $423.89)
Extra lower plate for your graphene €28 (aprox. $29.82)

Combo Pack (Zero + Graphene)

Other HWs

After doing some research, these are the three that I am considering purchasing. However, there are other options such as BitBox02, SecuX STONE, KeepKey, Keevo, among others, which are also quite interesting.
Other Hardware Wallets
I think that in the end everything summarizes to find a wallet that fits your budget and supports all the cryptocurrencies you currently have or plan to purchase in the future.
In my case, I am considering buying a Ledger since I already own a Trezor T. The decision I need to make is whether to purchase a Stax or a Nano X.
Disclaimer: I have not received any payment to write this post. It is simply the result of my own DYOR, which I have gathered and shared with you.
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2023.03.21 19:05 possum_thief Any suggestions on what I should change, add, or remove? (It doesn't have a title yet)

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I met a beautiful woman, her hair was gold like the morning sun, her eyes as blue as the deep ocean, her voice was kind and warm, her skin was pale like snow, her smile was comforting, her husband was the complete opposite. When I accidently bumped into her in the grocery store I fell in love at first sight. When she asked me if I could grab something on a shelf that she was too short to reach, I agreed without hesitation. When I left the store, I saw her in the parking lot, struggling to carry the many bags of groceries to her small teal Morris Minor. I couldn’t bear to see her struggle so I approached her and offered her assistance. She accepted gratefully. “Thank you so much for your help! My name is Mary Carmine, by the way ” She said, her smile made my heart flutter and my stomach do backflips. “It’s my pleasure! My name is James Booker” I said while giving her a small bow. “It’s nice to have help like this while being pregnant…” She said, her smile a little less bright. I was shocked. Pregnant? But that would mean that she’s married… I felt my heart shatter but I didn’t let it show. After we said our goodbyes I went to my own car and drove off. I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t get her out of my mind. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking of her. I couldn’t get her off my mind so I decided to go for a walk. While on the walk, I passed a house where I heard a man yelling and a woman crying. Even though it wasn’t my business I was still curious and had nothing better to do, so I peeked through the curtains. What I saw made my blood boil. Mary was on the floor with her hands covering her face, blood running down her forehead and the man who I suspect was her husband, was standing over her with his fists clenched. I felt something inside me snap. I felt anger like I never felt before. I hid behind a bush when I heard him say he was going to the bar. Once I was sure he left I got up from my hiding spot and knocked on the door. She answered the door and was shocked to see me there. “W-What are you do-doing here…? H-How did yo-you find me…? Y-You really sh-shouldn’t be he-here!” She said in between sniffles. “I know we’ve just met, but I love you Mrs. Carmine! You deserve someone better than him! Someone who won’t hurt you!” I said, holding her hands close to my chest. “I-I shouldn’t…! I-I couldn’t possibly…!” She said, I could tell she felt the same way but she was scared. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. “If he w-were to find out then-” she said before I cut her off. “He doesn’t have to. Don’t be scared! I’ll make sure he doesn’t find out!” I said. She thought for a moment. “...Do you promise…?” she sniffled. “Yes!” I said, holding her hands tighter but not tight enough to hurt her. I made sure to never hurt her. She thought a bit more, I saw her beautiful, blue, doe eyes flick from my face to the picture of her and her husband hanging on the wall behind me, then back and forth between me and the picture before making her decision. She looked me in the eyes and nodded, I could tell she was fighting back more tears that were threatening to start falling. We sat on the couch for half an hour, talking about what lies to tell, and how we’d get away with it. When we heard his car pull up to the house she panicked but I reassured her everything would be fine. I left through the backdoor and went back home. We saw each other everyday without being caught. Her husband was big and bad but he wasn’t very bright. One night she requested to meet in the park after her husband passed out drunk. She was dressed in a lovely yellow dress but my attention was immediately drawn to her black eye. “James! I’m so sorry… My husband is starting to suspect something…! We can’t keep seeing each other!” She said she was crying. “Mary!! Your eye…! Did he…?” I said. My head began reeling when she nodded her head. I felt many emotions at once. Heartbreak, sadness, and anger. I wasn’t mad at her, no. I could never be mad at her. I was mad at the man keeping us apart. She was my love, my world, my life, she was my everything. I won’t let anyone take her from me. I knew what I had to do in order to keep us together. She was distraught, I assured her I’d make everything better. I told her to go home and go to sleep and everything would be okay in the morning. After we parted ways I went to a bar I knew her husband frequented. As expected, I saw him sitting at the bar alone, clearly drunk. I walked up to him and put on the friendliest smile I could muster up. I greeted him as though he was an old friend. We laughed and drank together, just being beside him made me sick. I loathed him. Before this, I had never touched a drop of alcohol before, vile stuff, but in the end it was all for her. When he got drunk enough, I promised to take him home. I put him into my car, drove him to a secluded spot in the forest near the park. I pulled him out of my car, he was passed out drunk, I laid him face down on the ground then I took the revolver I carried around for safety, out of my pocket and shot him in the back of his head. I was splattered in blood and brain matter but I didn’t care. I took the handkerchief out of my pocket and wiped the gun clean of any finger marks then tossed the gun into a nearby lake. I was planning on disposing of him for sometime now but now I had a reason. I searched him and found a pocket knife, one that army men carried around. I cut open his stomach and all his intestines, filled his stomach with rocks, then threw him and the knife into the water. I drove home in silence. When I got home I took a bath, then burned my clothes. The next day I went to see her. She invited me in and she cried to me that she was worried because her husband never returned home. “Y-You-” She stuttered. I had told her what I did. “Yes…” I said. I knew she didn’t want to believe it but she forced herself to. “Mary? Do you still love me?” I said. The way she looked at me when I told her what I had done made me keep my distance from her, I didn’t want to scare her anymore. “Yes! Of course I do…! I know that what you did was to keep me and my baby safe… Oh James, I’m so sorry you were dragged into this…!” She cried. “Don’t be sorry… Mary, listen to me very carefully. If the police ask you anything, don’t cover for me. Pretend you met me after your husband disappeared, Okay?” I said, wiping her tears. “Bu-But what i-if you beco-ome a suspect…?” She said between sniffles. “I won’t deny anything. I promise I’ll leave you enough money and support to raise your child, okay? I want you to be happy, even if it’s without me…” I said. “...Our child…” She said quietly. “Our-” I said before being interrupted by banging on the door. “Mary Carmine, you’re under arrest for suspicion of the murder of David Carmine” Mary let out a small scream but I shushed her. “Mary, I love you from here to eternity… Be safe my love” I said as I hugged her tight, making sure I didn’t squeeze against her stomach. “James-” She said before she cut herself off as I walked towards the door. She stood there, frozen with her mouth agape and tears streaming down her gorgeous face. I stepped out of the house and confessed everything I did. The officer cuffed me and put me in the back of the police car with neighbors and everyone watching. I noticed Mary in the crowd. Her teary face was easy to spot. I smiled at her and pointed to my cheeks, signaling her to keep smiling, and with that we started driving away. As we drove I saw fathers saying goodbye to their wives and children as they left for work, birds caring for their young, baby bottles drying on window sills, and children playing in their yards. I smiled at seeing all these happy families, hoping Mary and her unborn child could be able to live that way. Mary attended my court trial, I heard her gasp when I was sentenced to the death penalty. I just smiled at her. When the date for my execution came, I didn’t see her there. I don’t think they allowed her to watch. They put the noose around my neck and put the bag over my head. Suddenly, I felt the floor drop.
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2023.03.21 18:58 a15minutestory [WP] You are a student in the most prestigious magic academy in the kingdom. No one knows how you got in, sure you have amazing magic potential, but you’re “magic blind” meaning you can only feel the presence of magic and not see any magic. [Part 64]

A slave-driving murderer had just publicly declared war on us. The cheering and applause of the people standing around us was an eerie and ominous accompaniment to the feeling of dread swelling in my chest and radiating down to my stomach. He'd captured all of them thus far. I swallowed and dropped my gaze down to the pavement as it dawned on me that all of those people had tasted freedom, and were then immediately and mercilessly hunted down and dragged back to hell.
But there was an interesting caveat there. He called us by the names O'Malley had erroneously wrote down in his ledger. The men that were chasing us that day had picked up our actual fake aliases, but then we'd killed them at the inn. It seemed that knowledge died with them– a drop of good luck in a raging downpour it seemed.
"William," I said just loud enough to catch his attention.
He turned and eyed me. "Huh? Were you talking to me?"
I lifted an eyebrow. "Yeah. Who else would I be calling William?"
He narrowed his eyes, "It's Tovin, you spaz."
I glanced around nervously. Nobody appeared to have been listening to us. I took him by the shoulder and led him away from the crowd gathered around the picture boxes. "What are you doing?" I hissed.
"What am I doing?" he scoffed. "What are you doing? You know my name. What, are you playing a game right now?"
"Our aliases," I said through my teeth. "We're using fake names, remember?"
His expression changed from annoyed and confused to forlorn and somber. He swallowed and looked away. "... I'm losing it again, aren't I?" he asked.
I remained silent. I didn't know what to say. I didn't want him to feel worse about it, but that would have been a dangerous slip-up in front of the wrong person. Before now, I was starting to think that Tovin back home had overblown how quickly the mental decline would be.
"Don't worry about it," I said finally, passing him on the sidewalk further into the city. "Come on. We need to find a way to make some money."
"And fast," he added, trailing behind me. "We need food, clothes, and a couple of beds. And more cigarettes, too. I've only got a few left and I'm trying to make them last."
We walked the mazelike streets of Bronzegirder looking for work. I wasn't used to Diesel society yet and often found myself hung up on storefront windows that marketed all kinds of gadgets and technology. I would do my best not to stare when people walked by wearing metallic pieces on their persons.
Some wore gadgets on their forearms, some on their wrists, and others in various other areas. I wondered what purpose they served, where they were sold, and how expensive they could be. And it wasn't just the gadgets. There were far more dark-skinned people here than we had in Galgia. It was something I had read about but never experienced. They ranged from light tan all the way to almost black, and it just added to the culture shock.
There appeared to be people living in the buildings above the storefronts. The tall towers we had seen in the far distance earlier served as housing as well as business space. Diesillians stood on their balconies, some hanging wet laundry, others leaning over their railing while they enjoyed a drink or a smoke. We passed so many things I would have wanted to stop and look at were we not being hunted. DuPonte seemed awfully sure of himself when he said he'd find us, but for the life of me, I couldn't imagine how one would find antything they were looking for in this city.
"I'm totally lost," I admitted. "We need a map or something."
He remained quiet. I turned to speak to him more directly only to find that he wasn't behind me anymore. My stomach dropped as I looked around at the sea of people.
"William?" I called out. "William!"
It was no good. I'd have to literally scream if I wanted to breach the drone of the crowd, and I couldn't afford to draw too much attention to myself. There was also the possibility that he'd forgotten his name again anyway. I adjusted the straps of my backpack and sighed deeply before doubling back. He couldn't have wandered too far away, and he'd be easy to spot against the horde of people in more modern clothing.
I kept close to the storefronts as I picked up my pace. I began to peer into each store as I passed them. The longer I searched, the more I worried. He wasn't in his right mind. He'd get himself noticed and captured if he let too much slip, or pulled down his hood. I came to the turn we had taken after we'd left the picture boxes. He was with me at this point, I was sure of it. I turned around and swallowed as I scanned the crowd.
This was really, really, bad.
"William?" I tried again. I decided to cross the street and nearly got run over by one of their vehicles. It screeched to a stop and when I lowered my arms, I found the front of the metallic machine inches from my face.
"Git the fuck oudda da road!" shouted the pilot, shaking his fist in the air. I quickly scurried onto the opposite sidewalk and made my way down the street with the flow of the crowd. I kept my eyes peeled as I walked. It was difficult to see over everyone's shoulders. Diesillians were a good deal taller than Galgians as a rule, and it made it a nightmare for an average-sized guy like myself. Just when I was about to start asking around, something caught my ear.
Something I never expected to hear– music.
I stopped in my tracks and the public parted around me like a river around a boulder. I turned toward the sound and followed my ears to a large silver pavilion nestled between two tall buildings. It looked like an empty lot that had been designed for another tall building but instead served as some sort of inner-city courtyard where live entertainment performed.
I slowly approached as a woman stood in front of a mic stand singing while a band performed with shining metallic instruments behind her. She had black hair styled in a way I'd never seen hair styled. It was pulled up and around under a hat and shined the same as her red lipstick did. But what awed me the most was that she was singing.
No danger; no combat; no sign of beasts being summoned forth. She sang beautifully, adding something to music that I had never in my life once considered because in Galgia, to sing was to slaughter. Music was a tool of war and forbidden entirely outside of such circumstances, for if one of us were even to hum, anything could come crawling out of the resulting portal.
But here she was, singing what I presumed were the words to a poem in perfect rhythm and harmony with the band that played behind her.
"You're my machine, my heart's ignition. The gears that keep my love in motion. You're the engine that never tires– the pistons set my soul on fire."
I was completely taken in. It was therefore no surprise to me that here in the crowd, I spotted Tovin watching her with equal admiration from the edge of the stage. I weaved through the crowd as politely as I was able and then stopped next to him. He glanced at me before quickly returning his eyes back to the stage. I didn't say anything to him; no words needed said so long as she was singing.
"You, my dear, a love machine, the one that keeps my bearings clean– I'm addicted to your engine's roar, your power's what I'm living for."
I wasn't a hundred percent sure what she was talking about, but it was clearly a love song written for one lucky guy. When the song was finished, she ever so slightly lifted her ruby-red dress from the sides and took a bow. The crowd clapped, a few whistles coming from somewhere behind us.
"Thank you," she said softly into the mic. "It's important to remember that love conquers all," she said, passing her deep black eyes over us. "Hatred fades over time, but love lasts; it endures. This next song is about a long lost love and reconnection."
We stayed and listened to a couple more songs before she left the stage, and the band with her. She disappeared on promises of returning tomorrow for a second show. Of all the things thus far I had seen in the land of our enemy, something so sweet as non-weaponized music ranked among the most surprising and awe-inspiring.
As the crowd began to disperse back onto the main street, I turned to Tovin. "Hey, do me a favor and don't disappear like that. I didn't know where you were and we've got to stick together."
"Can we come back here tomorrow?" he asked, completely ignoring what I'd said. He stared at me with hopeful eyes, a small smile on his face. It still felt strange of him to ask me permission for anything, but I couldn't deny that it was a pretty magical performance.
"Only if we live that long," I answered with a heaping helping of snark. "We need money so we can get off these streets tonight. Come on, we're losing daylight."
He looked past my shoulder and suddenly pointed. "What about that?"
I turned to see a bulletin board posted on the side of a building not far from us. On it were several posts, but one of them specifically read, "200 Octim Sign-On Bonus." The two of us walked up the board and looked over the job.
"There's a sign-on bonus," Tovin said as his eyes moved down the paper. "The Empress needs you. Galgian dogs sent monsters to run amok in our fair empire. Officials are spread thin amidst heightened tensions with Galgia's military. Find and kill monsters for bounties. Seek employment at the Hunters' Barracks at 443 Alloy Avenue on the north side of town. Look for the men in uniform."
"Monsters?" I asked. "There aren't any monsters in Galgia. None in all of Aurii if our textbooks are accurate."
"You want to at least check it out?" he asked.
"I think we'd be wasting our time," I said dismissively. "We hiked through a bunch of wilderness closer to the Galgian border and we didn't see anything all night."
He folded his arms. "Then let's get our sign-on bonus and leave."
That was such a fantastic point that I pushed my palm against my forehead and visibly cringed. "Oof. Why am I so dumb?" I whined.
"I don't think you're dumb," Tovin said as he moved down the bulletin board to look at other flyers. "I think you're just honest to a fault. It never would have occurred to you to do something so underhanded."
I would never get used to compliments from Tovin. It was like watching a different person wear his body and speak with his voice. Had life at ENU really been such a drag on him?
"None of these other jobs are offering money upfront," he added, turning to face me. "Let's head to the north side of town and see if we can find Alloy Avenue."
x - - x - - x - - ★ - - x - - x - - x
The walk was long and difficult– not because it was too far, but because we had to pass so much delicious-smelling food along the way. I hadn't been sure before if Tovin was as hungry as I was, but the north side of Bronzegirder was quiet enough to hear both of our stomachs growling in concert with one another. The buildings were made of brick in the district we wandered through, and the walkways were closer to cobblestone like the kind we had back home. The roads were three times as wide, there were benches along the walkways, and they had planted trees caged in black iron gates at the trunks. The few people that strolled the sidewalks on Alloy Avenue were well-to-do, dressed in expensive-looking suits and wearing high hats with wide brims.
"I like this side of town better," Tovin said as we looked for building addresses. "Though I have to say, I'm surprised to see trees in the collossity."
"Goes a little against what we were taught doesn't it?" I asked.
"I don't recall being taught anything," he grumbled. "It's just another thing I somehow know."
I cast him a sympathetic glance and he didn't seem to like it. He scowled at me, "Don't you pity me."
"I'm not," I rolled my eyes. "I'd never feel bad for you Tovin, not in a thousand years."
"Just shut up," he snapped. "We're here."
He stopped in front of a brick building with an impressive stone staircase that had bronze handrails running up the length of them. At the top were two men in uniform just as the flyer had indicated. He was the first to start up the steps and I quickly followed behind him. As we passed them I took a good look at their uniforms. I could have sworn that I'd seen them somewhere before. We walked up to the glass doors and pulled them open.
A blast of warm air blew over us as we entered the building and it was a welcome reprieve from the cold. Inside was smaller than I had anticipated. I was expecting high ceilings, murals, metal artwork, and all kinds of stuff from how nice the outside looked. Instead, we found ourselves standing in a dirty lobby about the size of a headmaster's office. There were several rows of chairs dotted with people filling out forms on clipboards. At the back of the lobby was a little window with a man sitting on the other side. He was dark-skinned, had a shaved head, and bore a grisly pink scar across his cheek. He waved us forward when he noticed us.
"Let me do the talking," I whispered to Tovin, taking the lead in front of him as we made our way over; he didn't protest.
"Afternoon, gentlemen," he spoke into a microphone that relayed his voice to us through a little black device on the window. "Thinking about joining up?"
Before I could even speak, Tovin leaned onto the counter. "So when you say monsters," he adopted a skeptical look. "You mean like the ones that don't exist?"
The man behind the counter rolled his eyes. "Oh, great, another conspiracy theorist."
"What did you call me?" Tovin shot back.
"Ahhh, ha ha," I called out loudly, pulling Tovin back by his shoulder. "My brother is better at fighting than talking," I covered quickly. "Just talk to me from here on in."
He cast me a disinterested glance before handing us both clipboards with forms attached. "Whatever. Just read the whole thing and sign the liability waiver at the bottom. He's free to deny their existence while they're chewing his face off, but the empire won't be responsible for it."
I took both of the clipboards and passed one to Tovin. The two of us sat down and began going through them– and immediately, we faced a problem. They wanted first and last names, home addresses, medical history, and something called landline numbers. Tovin and I exchanged glances; this wasn't going to work.
I stood up and slowly walked back up to the counter as I looked over the document. Every time I looked, it seemed more and more ridiculous. Blood type? Social security number? Insurance provider? I didn't know what any of this meant. It might as well have been in an entirely different language.
"Did you have a question?" asked the man behind the counter.
"Yeah, I don't have most of this information," I said, setting the clipboard down on the counter. "Sorry, but we're gonna have to just go."
"Well, hang on now," he said, reaching under the little pass-through window and retrieving the clipboard. "I take it you boys are homeless then?" he asked.
"Uhh... Yeah," I answered tentatively. Did they really have such a homeless problem that he was able to jump to that conclusion so quickly? "We don't know how to answer these questions, so thanks anyways."
"I said hang on, dammit," he called through the mic before swiveling around in his chair and pulling some kind of lever underneath it that caused it to sink lower to the floor. He opened a cabinet and began rifling through it. I peered through the window at his chair– it was on some kind of ball axis that allowed him to spin in it freely. I felt like every couple of minutes I was seeing something I'd never seen before. He swiveled back around and lifted his chair back up before he handing me a new form. It was more like a strip of paper with three questions on it.
Shirt size, shoe size, and pant size.
There was a second slip of paper underneath it. I looked back up at the window attendant as Tovin appeared next to me. I handed him the slip of paper and we exchanged glances.
"The empire isn't being picky right now," spoke the man through the speaker. "You'll be assigned a number, a gun, and a uniform. You won't be eligible for emergency care, and you can't be assigned to a party. It'll be just the two of you. If you're still interested, we need all the help we can get."
I shrugged at Tovin, and he got to work filling out the information. I leaned on the counter and jotted down my uniform size before signing the waiver and handing everything back. He took both of the documents and then nodded toward the door on his right. "Come on back."
He reached under the table and did something that caused the door to make a whirring sound. It popped open on its own, and he thumbed us over to it. "Close it on your way in. Walk straight down the hall and through the third door on your left. Your hunter number is 27B and his is 28B."
We walked down the hallway and found the designated door already opened and with a sign on the inside that read, "Uniforms HERE" with an arrow pointing into the room. We were met by a portly woman with bouncy curls that hung down to her shoulders. She sat behind a desk absolutely surrounded by hanging uniforms, all kept in clear covering. She sized us up with a retractable ruler– the coolest ruler I had ever seen. After she took our measurements, she began sifting through uniforms.
"Why did they ask us for our sizes if they were going to measure us?" Tovin grumbled.
"I don't know," I whispered. "Just be quiet."
"Don't tell me to be quiet," he shot back, elbowing me in the ribs.
She turned around holding two suits by the hangers, one in each hand. "Your uniforms will come out of your first bounty collected," she announced. "No money needed upfront. Change into them and make sure they fit." We took them from her and she breezed past us. "Holler out here when you're changed." She closed the door behind her.
We turned away from one another and began getting dressed. I pulled back the crinkly clear material and looked down at the uniform. Now that I was seeing it closer, it was actually an extremely dark shade of blue, rather than black as I had thought prior. I looked down at the hat and held it in my hands. I had seen it before. Then, all at once, it came rushing back to me.
These were the uniforms of the men that had come to the mine. They had come carrying guns to inspect the worksite after what had happened to Hammer. Skully must have thought a monster had gotten to him based on the state of his body. I stared down at the uniform in disbelief. Could monsters really be running around in Diesel territory?
"You better not be looking over here," Tovin warned.
They had mistaken what Tovin had done for a monster attack. Skully's "fonekall" wasn't a pilgrimage. It was some form of long-distance communication. She reached out to the capital to request aid from someone, and they sent these guys. I began to wonder if I was making a mistake. If we could be dispatched like that, then we could feasibly be sent back to the camp.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. We were only in it for the sign-on bonus. Once we had that in our hands, we'd be outta here. We could even jump to the next town. They knew nothing about us other than our clothing size. We could be dust in the wind by tomorrow morning.
I shoved those thoughts to the back of my mind and quickly got dressed. The uniform fit perfectly, it was comfortable, and best of all had been designed with a high collar. It covered our neck markings perfectly. I turned to see Tovin with the hat on already. He looked like a classic Diesel villain from a comic book I had read as a kid.
"It fits nice," he said, testing the range of motion he had in his arms. "I think this will work."
"Yeah," I nodded. "Let's get our money and get the hell out."
"Speaking my language," he smirked.
He moved for the door and leaned out, calling for the attendant. I looked at myself in the full-body mirror and did a quick turnaround. I had to admit, I looked pretty darn stylish. The white gloves, belt, and hat looked pretty good against the dark blue and gold buttons.
The woman returned and smiled at both of us, her curls bouncing as she tossed her gaze cartoonishly left and right between us. "You two look good!"
"Thanks," I smiled back. "When do we get our sign-on bonus?"
"Oh, don't worry about that just yet," she said, moving back to her desk. "Do you boys know how to shoot?" she asked as she sat down.
"Shoot?" Tovin asked.
"A gun," she clarified, her smile fading. "Have either of you shot a gun?"
"No, ma'am," I answered. "Our parents didn't let us near them growing up."
"That's no problem," she said, lifting her hands. "We're happy to teach you the basics. You'll just exit the room and go left down to the very end of the hallway. I'll buzz you through the double doors at the end, and Old Mitchell will take you from there."
Tovin audibly groaned, and I took him by the arm, leading him out of the room. We walked down the hallway as he bellyached about what a waste of time it was. It was unlike him to turn his nose up at the opportunity to learn the ins and outs of a new weapon. In fact, he'd been acting weirdly childish lately. I didn't like it. It beat dealing with Tovin-Classic, but it was still a hassle. As we neared the end of the hallway, we began hearing the sound of guns being fired one by one.
The doors buckled and hummed the same as the first door had, and we pushed them open. We passed into a large room with Diesillians shooting at targets a good distance away. This was why the building was so large and the lobby was so small. The brick walls were covered in informational and safety posters, as well as what appeared to be schematics for the weapons themselves.
I looked across the large room to see a man striding toward us. He was wearing shiny black boots that were laced tightly to his calves. His pants and jacket were hunter green, and he bore perhaps the silliest mustache I'd ever seen; It was long and curled at the tips. I had to be careful not to snicker– his eyes were hidden behind dark sunglasses, and I couldn't tell if he was watching me.
"New recruits?" he called out to us from entirely too far away.
"Yes sir," I called back. "My brother and I just signed up."
"Brothers!" he exclaimed. "I love it, dammit!" He stopped in front of us. He was chewing on something and was being as obnoxious as he possibly could about it. He was wearing perhaps the stupidest hat I had seen of the Diesel yet. It had no visible brim and was high on one side while sloping down toward the other. For the life of me, I couldn't discern the purpose of it.
"You boys know how to shoot?" he asked.
"No sir," I shook my head. "We're new at this."
"Good," he smiled widely. "That means you haven't formed any bad habits yet. I love newbies," he said before waving for us to follow him. "Come on, let's get you your rifles. I'm Mitch, but folks around here call me Old Mitchell."
"James," I said as I followed after him. "This is my brother William." It was difficult to talk over the noise of the weapons. I occasionally jumped when someone shot their gun nearby– a reflex I couldn't wait to be rid of. He led us to a small room; so small that it might as well have been a glorified safe. He disappeared inside and came back out holding two guns. The same long metal tubes Tovin and I had been attacked with at O'Malley's inn.
We each took one and promptly inspected it. Suddenly, Old Mitchell stepped forward and grabbed both of our guns by the barrel, lifting them so they were pointed at the ceiling.
"You boys ever even held one of these?" he barked. "Careful where you aim. Never point one of these at anything or anyone that you're not prepared to destroy."
"They sweep you, Mitch?" asked a man as he passed behind us.
"Pointed 'em right at me," he called back with a laugh. "We'll get 'em straightened out, don't you worry about that." He looked at us both, chewing aggressively. "Now I'm gonna let these rifles go. You keep 'em pointed up, you understand?"
"Yes, sir," I answered.
"Sure," Tovin said in a disinterested tone.
He let go of our rifles and we kept them pointed at the ceiling as we were told. I looked up and down the length of the tube before turning it over and inspecting the area under the barrel. It was split underneath with what looked like some kind of spring running along the length of the tube.
"They're not loaded," Mitch said, waving for us to follow him to the other side of the room. "But you will always treat them like they are. I'm going to show you how to load them over here. Set them down on the desk, I'm gonna stand between the two of you so I can watch you both."
I set my gun down in front of me and looked to my right. There was a box of what I presumed to be bullets. I expected them to be round pellet-like projectiles, but they were tubular with roughly textured heads on them.
"Turn your weapon over. You'll notice you can see a spring inside the bottom of the barrel. Close to the other end of your gun, you'll find a little round tab there. Take that tab and push it with your thumb all the way up toward the tip of the barrel. You'll then pop it out to the side there."
I did as he asked, and sure enough, the barrel popped out to the left at the tip of the weapon. I glanced over at Tovin who was struggling with the spring. Old Mitchell moved over and helped him with it. "Sometimes they get stuck," he muttered as he got Tovin to the same step I was at.
"Now," he shouted. "Take your ammunition right there in the box next to you, and begin placing the rounds into the underside of the barrel, flat side first. Then, you'll load more bullets into the gun overlapping one another. Be careful not to let the rounds collide with one another too heavily, or you could have a little accident."
I loaded the bullets carefully one after another until the barrel was about full. He checked on Tovin's rifle, and then inspected mine.
"Good. Now realign the barrel, there and come with me to the bay," he said, starting toward the practice range. I carefully lifted the weapon and rested it against my shoulder, turning with Tovin to follow him. When we stopped at the range, he motioned for Tovin first. "Come on, Will, we're gonna start with you."
"Pass," he said nonchalantly.
Old Mitchell blinked twice. "What?"
"I want to see Gill do it first," he said, stepping out of my way.
"It's a nickname," I said quickly, stepping up to the range. "Anyways, I'll go first, I don't mind, what do I do here?"
Mitch remained silent for a couple of seconds before clapping his hands once. "Okay! Well, go ahead and pull the hammer back."
I looked down at the weapon and then back up at him. Sensing my confusion, he carefully reached forward and pulled back a little tiny lever on the top of the rifle until it clicked. "That's called pulling the hammer back," he said. "Will, you watching this?"
He didn't wait for a response. "Next thing you're gonna do is pull that lever out underneath the gun. That's going to load the weapon with a fresh cartridge. You're gonna do that between every shot, now. Lift it up against your shoulder like this; get it snug in there." He pulled it against my shoulder. "Look down the iron sight there at the tip of the rifle and line it up against your target. Your weapon is primed and ready to fire. You're good for fifteen shots before you've got to reload. You can always flip it over to see how many bullets are left. Go ahead and aim carefully, and try and hit that target paper down there."
At the end of the range, there was a piece of paper with a silhouette of a human head, shoulders, and torso. I closed one eye for better aim and held the gun tightly as I lined up my shot.
"Don't pull the trigger," Mitch advised in my left ear. "Squeeze it. Squeeze the trigger until it doesn't move easily anymore. Then when you're sure about your aim, squeeze with just that little bit of extra strength you need."
I did as he said, and felt what he was referring to. With my target in sight, my hand steady, and my aim as true as I could hope for, I fired the weapon. The shot rang out right in my ear, but interestingly enough, it wasn't so bad when I was the one firing. I was ready for it, and expecting it.
"Holy smokes!" exclaimed Mitch. "You put one right between the eyes!"
"Beginners's luck," said a man from behind me. "I did the same thing first time I shot, and never did it again."
"Let's prove him wrong, James," Old Mitchell laughed. "Now use that lever under the gun to eject the casing and load a fresh bullet."
I pulled the lever and the shiny little bullet casing popped out the top and flew over my shoulder. It was a really satisfying feeling.
"Do I pull the hammer again? I asked.
"Nope, it'll pop back down. You'll only pull that hammer back the first time. Go ahead and fire again, only this time, aim for the neck."
"Alright," I said, closing my eye and tightening my focus. I squeezed the trigger just as I had the first time and shot a hole straight through the center of the target's neck. I lifted my head and smiled. "I hit it!"
"No way," said the man behind me. "Ain't never shot before, my ass. He's taking you for a ride, Mitch."
"You're sure you're new at this, son?" Old Mitchell asked, one eye half shut. "That's really impressive, kid. Seriously, if this is your first time holding a rifle, you might be cut out for the military. Had a staff sergeant with worse aim than you."
"Alright, alright," Tovin pushed me aside. "My turn. Let me show you something you'll never forget."
The two of us took turns shooting for hours. We hadn't even noticed the time going by. For once, it seemed Tovin had found something he wasn't naturally amazing at, and it was infuriating him to no end.
Conversely, I found something I was really, really good at. I hit my target almost every time, and to be honest, I couldn't figure out what was so difficult about it. A crowd had gathered to watch me shoot. I got really swift with the lever, and could shoot out both of a target's eyes, and put one in its forehead in a matter of seconds.
Tovin wasn't a bad shot, but I knew how he felt. If he wasn't first, he was last as far as he was concerned, and at one point he about threw his rifle. Old Mitchell had to talk to him about how some things come naturally to others, and how he shouldn't be discouraged from coming to the range and practicing.
It was rich hearing Tovin get that talk of all people. The natural genius that outshined everyone, struggling with something for the very first time. I almost couldn't believe I was better than him at something, and of course, it just had to be the thing that we'd never do again once we found our friends and went back home.
Our friends.
We were wasting time here. "Hey, Mitchel," I turned toward him. "When do we get our sign-on bonus? It was supposed to be something like 200 octims."
"You get your sign-on bonus when you bring back your first bounty," he responded quickly.
"What?" Tovin shouted. "That's not fair! We signed on, now where's our money?"
I was equally upset. We were lied to. But it made sense that they couldn't just hand us uniforms, cash, and a gun, and let us go. They wanted to make sure we at least killed a monster.
"It's fine," I said with a sigh. "Where can we find bounties?"
"It's not fine," Tovin protested.
I yanked him by the collar of his shirt and looked him in the eyes. "It's fine," I said slowly and firmly. "We'll run out, bag a monster, and be back before dark."
He held eye contact with me for several seconds before shrugging me off of him and walking away. He stormed across the bay and left through the double doors at the other end of the room.
"My brother was the same way," said Mitch. "Hard-headed. Stubborn as a mule. Loyal as anyone you'd ever meet though."
He had no idea. Tovin wasn't just difficult, but he was turning into a walking liability. I didn't know how much longer I could take him acting like this. Suddenly, Mitch extended his arm, pointing to a door adjacent to where he'd gotten our guns from.
"Bounty board is in there. Come on, I'll show you."
It was a medium-sized room with several corkboards wall to wall filled with bounties. Every monster was named and almost all of them were sketched to a professional degree. You could find how much money the monster was going for, which hunters it had killed, where it was last seen, as well as whether or not there were hunters currently after it.
They had a system where you would notate which monster you were going after, and if you didn't return, they'd add your name under the list of hunters that died searching for it. There were so many monsters I couldn't believe it, and according to Old Mitchell, these were only the monsters within a five-mile radius of Bronzegirder.
I learned the process of choosing a bounty and chose a smaller monster with no names under its fatality list. Mitch agreed it was a good monster for beginners, and offered a few pointers for tracking it. I submitted the bounty request and got it approved before leaving the bay and heading down the hall in search of Tovin. I entered the lobby and didn't see him. I left the building and found him at the top of the steps staring out into the street where a couple of vehicles were hauling something massive together under a tarp.
Several uniformed hunters were walking slowly next to the vehicles. Their uniforms were tattered and bloodstained, and a few of them walked with a limp. We watched as the exhausted men passed the building on their way down the road. Two of them were sobbing silently, but we could tell by their exposed teeth and wrinkled expressions that they'd lost someone.
From beneath the tarp, a scaly limb fell off the side of the vehicle and dangled lifelessly. It was a reptilian-looking arm with an open wound, and the shredded remnants of a uniform hanging from its claws.
"Gill," Tovin said quietly. "Is that..."
"Yeah," I answered.
"That's definitely a monster."
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