Lost ark voice of the forest
2014.11.14 10:14 yukisho Lost Ark
Lost Ark, also known as LOA, is a 2019 MMO action role-playing game co-developed by Tripod Studio and Smilegate. It was released in South Korea in December 2019 by Smilegate and in Europe, North America, and South America in February 2022 by Amazon Games.
2011.03.13 23:04 beam1985 Electric Forest
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2019.05.11 05:38 Nardo318 Noah's Ark
Give God a reason to send the flood. https://discord.gg/u3Wehzt
2023.06.09 05:52 Sleepysloth912 His mom was going to commit suicide.. how do I cope with break up?
Please no judgement. I met a man we became friends I got to know his family everything was great. I was introduced to Islam through him and decided to convert(I did it for myself not for him). We fell in love with each other and wanted to make it halal but parents wanted him to marry after his brother and within his race witch I am not. His parents didn't know about our relationship. One night it all came to light and mother tried to commit suicide in-front of him because of his actions.His sister absolutely hates me and I was blocked by everyone. Iv talked to him and he doesn't want to continue because he is traumatized and scared his mom will actually try to kill herself. Im devastated we had planned to get married in a couple months. I'm lost, I have no family around me to lean on. We are madly in love with each other but due to his moms actions I don't think he will ever marry me. I pray to Allah J to ease my pain, I pray for time to pass, I just want to find peace. The love I have for this man is indescribable I look up to him he is such an amazing human being. I am basically in this country all by myself, i'm a new convert and don't have many friends. I pray, I make Dua, I listen to mufti Menk all the time, I'm reading Quran but I can't help being sick to my stomach every day.
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2023.06.09 05:50 notaraan forest fires and language laws
I live in the greater Montreal area. Nothing ever happens in Quebec. We are secluded from the rest of Canada when it comes to practically everything; language, restaurant chains, promotions, political beliefs etc. I was almost excited that, finally, something interesting occurred here that has received widespread coverage in the media: the forest fires.
But no, even the forest fires are trying to escape the language laws of Quebec. Toronto and New York have been plagued by the ash carried by the wind into their skies, painting them orange from the burning woods occurring northwest of Montreal. But alas, aside from the thin veil of smog that dissipated within a day, Montreal is, per usual, left out. Quebec is so uneventful.
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2023.06.09 05:50 bicbic56 Are chord progressions, chord codes or scale degrees the same thing and if not what is the difference?
I’ve been trying to get into music production for a while now, and have been trying to get into more theory. Lately I’ve been hearing alot of references to 2-5-1, 1-4-5, etc about chord progressions, chord codes or maybe they are scale degrees?
Although many times I have I tried to understand the concept I get lost. Is there any way one can simply explain this like im 5? Especially videos like the ones I linked below are just too short for me to even grasp what they are saying or they just briefly gloss over the idea and I still don’t understand? https://youtu.be/-rlUzLLCtA8 https://youtu.be/niIByhZQKlg https://youtu.be/-lfdG7nUsJQ
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2023.06.09 05:49 Azndismantler I did a thing.
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Massive thanks to the blessed kuro gods for rewarding me with 3 copy of her in 70 pulls, with that it was a cake walk grinding her shards from the dorm shop, BP shop and pain cage to SSS. INSANE damage buff boost to physical team compared to liv. especially with new weapon memories resonance there is gonna be some insane scores on the leaderboards for pain cage on CN. Story wise her backstory and this chapter brings focus back to the main plot so it's one of the better ones in the recent patches. Her origin story also ties into kamui/Camu so that's pretty neat. submitted by Azndismantler to PunishingGrayRaven [link] [comments]
Personality wise she is Liv if liv grew up with a fetish for law & order but at the end of the day she is just a nice person who wants to take care of others. She wants to repay her debt to the shikikan by becoming your personally secretary for one and being a secretary is something she is very good at as her profile unlocks, voice lines and bound interlude shows. Her Knight Guardian has the combined gestalt soul/ghost in the machine of all her fallen friend, mentor and caretakers implanted into it by kurono after they were all killed in kurono experiments, the guardian is linked and imprinted to protect Echo at all costs but other wise it dotes on her like a big sister, and they can also take over echo's body and speak through her if required.
All in all very pleased with this character and can't wait to grind out her cop skin 🙌 Except that thing is definitely the meat grinder of this patch to grind for lol. Well they can't make it all easy I suppose
2023.06.09 05:49 vegemouse Left inputs not working after swapping back shell
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I recently did a back shell swap to one of the transparent ones from iFixit. The process was very hard due to the bottom left screw becoming stripped when attempting to disassemble. After a few hours of trying to get the screw out, I was running out of options and got pretty frustrated. Because I had no intention of keeping the original back shell, I did something incredibly stupid and instead pulled it off using brute force. submitted by vegemouse to SteamDeck [link] [comments]
After I had pulled it off, one of the ribbon cables (C-L on the bottom right when looking from behind) had become undone from the bracket, so I placed it back in. I put the new shell on and when I turned on the Steam Deck, all of the left inputs stopped working.
Panicking, I removed the back again and fiddled with the ribbon cable a bit to get it in place. I noticed that there was some damage done to the bracket due to my stupid idea to rip off the cover originally. However, I turned it on again and the left inputs were working again.
Everything was fine for about a day, and when I turned on the deck from sleep mode earlier tonight, the inputs stopped working again. I unscrewed the back again and fiddled with the C-L ribbon cable, trying to hold it in place, but the bracket didn’t seem to hold the cable in as well.
The left controls are still not working, even after several hard resets. I’m assuming it’s due to this ribbon cable or the bracket that holds it in place, but I’m lost on how to fix it or if a replacement exists.
How screwed am I?
2023.06.09 05:49 Seen2much4now "What an excellent day for an exorcism".
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How many of you lost many a night's sleep after seeing this movie for the first time? I was 13yo when I watched it.and.I swear I didn't sleep right for what seemed like 3 months! AFI still ranks this one as the scariest movie ever made. Not bad considering it came out in 1973! submitted by Seen2much4now to 70s [link] [comments]
2023.06.09 05:49 TheEndoBendo4 Friendly Reminder 3
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Like him or not, even though calamity ganon is just a phantom ganon on steroids, he is arguably the most powerful iteration of ganon. In hyrule warriors it took all of hyrule to beat him, even then at the start he took no damage, Ganondorf however has always been defeated by only link and Zelda. Botw Ganon lost because he wasn’t even in his complete form and he was shot by the divine beasts. submitted by TheEndoBendo4 to Breath_of_the_Wild [link] [comments]
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2023.06.09 05:48 TheJuiceJuice The aging process of books
2023.06.09 05:48 ClassicAd6695 30 PSN EST Looking for chill people to chat/game with
Hi guys, just looking for some chill people to chat and game with after work. I play a variety of games like Destiny 2, Hogwarts, Minecraft, Overwatch, The Forest, Star Wars Battlefront and etc. I’m always willing to try new games too.
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2023.06.09 05:48 A_Vespertine Behold, A Man
The slender and feminine frames of the four Star Sirens
floated with an inhuman ease in the microgravity of their shuttle’s cabin, their prehensile feet and tails either dangling freely or clutching an opalescent perching rod. They stared with a novel curiosity out their window towards the small and relatively unsophisticated Earthly craft that had gradually been drifting its way towards their fleet.
“It’s still not answering hails, and I can’t find any sort of transponder or visual identification
,” Akioneeda, the eldest of the group, sang in their musical and surgically precise language; the chevron-shaped slits over her trachea granting her a superhuman vocal range.
Using the glittering diodes embedded throughout her mauve skin, she fired jets of light to propel herself over to a crystalline computer terminal on the other side of the cabin.
“Why do they have to make their ships so ugly
?” the magenta-skinned Pomoko asked; her large and bright cat-like irises constricting in their dark sclera as she squinted at the foreign craft in disdain.
Its design was a smoothly contoured rocket, with a rounded nose and a flaring aft that allowed it to hold both rear and forward-facing thrusters. Its dark hull was nearly invisible against the black of space, and coated in a radar-absorbent material that until recently had masked its approach. The Siren’s shuttle, in contrast, was a luminescent, bright-pink spiral seashell nestled in an array of gossamer-like radiators, sails, and solar panels that resembled blooming flower petals.
“I think the polite word is ‘spartan’
,” the violet-skinned Kaliphimoa corrected her with an excited grin. The crystalline, oval exocortexes embedded on the sides of her elongated skull began flickering as she began reviewing any information that she thought might be pertinent. “Macrogravitals have a much harder time surviving in space than we do, so they have to be fairly pragmatic in the designs of their vessels
. And remember that, unlike our ships, that rocket is meant to launch from and land on planets, so it has to be pretty rugged.
“Kali, there can’t be any Macrogravitals on that thing; there’s no centrifuge
,” the Cyan-skinned Vicillia pointed out. “Macrogravitals need macrogravity. It’s literally their defining characteristic
“They don’t die in microgravity, Vici
,” Kali said with a roll of her eyes. “In olden times, baseline humans would spend months, sometimes even over a year living in space with no artificial gravity at all
“This isn’t the Apollo & Artemis Era, Kali. It’s virtually unheard of for Macrogravitals to leave cislunar space without a centrifuge
,” Akioneeda said as she examined the telemetry on the intruding object. “That thing definitely has a habitat module, but Earth is on the other side of the sun right now. That’s weeks of travel, and that’s if its fusion rockets are functional. And it is a ship, not a habitat. Something like that is meant primarily for ground-to-orbit transport, and in a pinch travelling between the inner planets during optimal launch windows. It’s not intended to be lived in for prolonged periods of time. I don’t think it came here on purpose. It must have gotten knocked out of orbit and just found its way here. I wish I could tell for sure if there was someone inside, but its mini-magnetosphere is really scattering the sensor beams
“But doesn’t its magnetosphere mean there must be Macrogravitals inside
?” Pomoko asked. “Even normal cosmic radiation is dangerous to humans without our enhanced DNA repair and chromamelanin, isn’t it?
“They might have died before they had a chance to shut it off
,” Kali suggested as tactfully as she could. “If there are bodies in there, we should recover them and send them back to Earth.
“Wait a minute. It’s pretty suspicious that there’s no transponder or identifying markings on the craft, isn’t it?
” Vici asked. “This could be a trap or terrorist attack of some kind
“An attack? Why would anyone want to attack us?
” Pomoko asked in dismay.
“They wouldn’t. She’s being paranoid,
” Kali said dismissively as she comfortingly slid her arm around her. “Vici, save your racist horror stories for when we’re not within visual distance of an Earth vessel, okay?
“Reavers are real! Macrogravitals brains get cooked by cosmic radiation and they go crazy!
” Vici insisted.
“Reavers are most definitively not real, Vicillia. Nonetheless, we probably shouldn’t rule out the possibility of an attack,
” Akioneeda conceded. “Star Sirens now make up the majority of all humans permanently living off-world, and that’s not a lead we’re ever likely to lose. We’ve only been around a hundred years or so, and there are already over two million of us. We breed like rabbits.
“That’s because we fuck like rabbits,
” Vici said lasciviously, only to incur glares of confusion from the others. “Well, not directly, since we don’t reproduce naturally, but it’s good for our esprit de corps, right girls?
“The point being, there are factions on Earth who view our current and forecasted success as a threat to their own potential expansion into space,
” Akioneeda continued, failing to hide her annoyance at the younger Siren’s interruption.
“That’s backwards. Macrogravitals evolved to live on planets, and we were literally made to colonize space,
” Pomoko objected. “Why shouldn’t we breed like rabbits? The solar system, the galaxy, the universe should be filled with as many Star Sirens as they can sustain!
“And they will be – eventually. But if we prioritize our long-term survival over the near term, we might not have a future to prioritize,
” Akioneeda gently reminded her. “Steady, safe, and sustainable growth is better than fast and risky growth. We don’t want to spook anyone down on Earth into doing something that might hurt us, which is why we have to abide by the Solaris Accords.
“Exactly! We’re signatories of the Solaris and Orion Accords, which we’ve always been in complete compliance with,
” Kali said. “We’ve already lowered our population growth to two percent per annum, and have agreed to lower it to point four percent when we hit two billion. Anyone attacking us over that would be in violation of the Accords and incur the wrath of every other signatory, including Olympeon, of which we are still a protectorate.
“Ugh. Don’t remind me that we’re technically compatriots with Macrogravitals,
” Vici said in disgust.
“Vicillia, a little respect please for our creators and allies,
” Akioneeda reprimanded her.
“I gratefully respect them, Preceptress Akio, because no one able to launch this ship out to us would ever do something so suicidally foolish as commit an act of war against Olympeon,
” Kali insisted.
“You make valid points, Kali, and I’m not saying it’s likely this is an attack, but we should still proceed with caution,
” Akioneeda reiterated. “At the very least, the scanner still has enough resolution to rule out the possibility of there being any potential high-yield explosives on the vessel. I think it’s worth the risk to jet over and see what’s inside; if that’s something you girls would be interested in?
,” Kali and Vici said in unison, each immediately assuming an attentive posture with their hands behind their backs as they nodded politely, eager for the opportunity to explore a non-Siren spacecraft. Pomoko, however, joined in a little more reticently, and solely because she didn’t want to upset her companions.
Unlike Vici, she never told stories about Macrogravitals driven into mad savagery by the harshness of space, because she found them unbearably terrifying.
The four of them filed into the airlock and grabbed a lungful of air before depressurizing, the short siphons at the base of their necks cinching shut to hold it in. The only things they brought with them were a small bundle of additional air pods and a field kit, both of which were carried by Pomoko.
The enhanced proteins and nanofiber weaves in their bare skin rendered them impervious to vacuum exposure, and their eyes were protected by transparent graphene lenses. Hundreds of small jets of light from all over their bodies propelled them across the gap between their shuttle and the errant vessel, with Kali and Vici taking advantage of the vast open space to perform challenging acrobatic maneuvers.
Akio was the first to arrive at the foreign spacecraft, circling it several times for any signs that might give her some idea about what it was and what it was doing there, but found none. She even peered into a porthole, but could see nothing of note in the darkened interior.
When she reached the airlock, she gestured for Pomoko to hand her a small but rugged cyberdeck from the field kit. While her exocortexes possessed more computing power than she could ever need, the cyberdeck contained a compact suite of sensor arrays for environmental analysis, as well as antennas and ports for electronic interfaces. Syncing the device with her own exocortexes, a holographic AR display projected itself on her bionic lenses.
It didn’t take long for her to find a frequency to engage with the airlock control mechanism, and even less time to find a skeleton key that could best that woefully inadequate security system. As the outer door of the airlock dilated open, Akio signalled for Kali and Vici to rejoin them, and they all funnelled into the ship together. The outer door snapped behind them, sealing them in complete darkness that was staved off solely by their photonic diodes until some emergency lights began to flicker on and off at random intervals.
As the airlock slowly began to repressurize, the Sirens – who were accustomed to an atmosphere maintained at conditions optimal for them - shuddered slightly at the feeling of foreign air creeping up against their skin.
“The air’s acceptable. It’s a standard oxygen/nitrogen mix with no detectable toxins or pathogens present
,” Akioneeda assured them as she opened her siphons and exhaled the breath she had been holding since they left their own shuttle. “CO2’s a little high, but not dangerous.” “Doesn’t high CO2 mean there’s someone here?”
Pomoko asked, nervously looking about in all directions as she clutched her supplies close to her. “Not necessarily. I’m not detecting any human environmental DNA,”
Akio replied confidently. “I am however sampling some environmental DNA that doesn’t match anything on file. It might take some time to analyze it enough to make any sense of it. The power system is failing, which is why the lights aren’t working right. The electrical surges are generating enough EM interference that the sensor beam is still pretty scattered, so I can’t see much through the bulkheads. Keep your diodes lit up bright and stay alert
The shadowy main corridor was hexagonal in shape, spanning several meters across and roughly twenty-five meters from end to end. It was broken into six segments, with every other segment containing a pair of hexagonal doorways across from one another, along with a door at each end of the corridor.
“The door next to us should be the engine module, and the one at the other end should be the command and communications center
,” Akio said, opening the door to the engine room and sticking her cyberdeck inside. “I’m going to do a quick scan of each room before we start rummaging through everything, so don’t go sticking your tails anywhere they don’t belong until I’m done
The other three Sirens all nodded obediently, and limited their exploration of the ship to a solely visible inspection. None of them were used to being in low light conditions, and their pupils were dilated so much they were nearly round. Though their visual acuity was raptor-like in its detail and they could see into the ultra-violet spectrum, night vision had not been a priority when they had been designed. Nonetheless, their large eyes and vertical pupils still let them see better in the dark than any unmodified human.
“The writing is Cyrillic, but everything I can see is just basic labels. I can’t tell for certain which language it is
,” Kali said. “That doesn’t mean much though. This thing is definitely second-hand, likely even stolen. That would explain the lack of identification. Maybe whoever stole it got spooked and just set it adrift
“So, it’s a pirate ship then
?” Pomoko asked, sounding slightly relieved. “That’s better than terrorists, or Reavers
“It is not. We’re space mermaids. Space pirates are our natural enemies
,” Vici claimed. “If they catch us, they’ll pry the exocortexes from our skulls and pluck out our photonic diodes one by one, then bind us to the front of the ship as figureheads
“Vicillia, that is enough
!” Akio reprimanded her as she scanned the next room. “Stop trying to scare her! Kali’s right. This is an old ship that’s been stripped of nearly every non-essential piece of equipment. Someone stole it, and then abandoned it when the authorities started closing in. That’s it. There’s not a raiding party of pirates hiding behind one of these doors
“Famous last words
,” Vici muttered, defensively folding her arms across her chest.
Kali once again put her arm around Pomoko in comfort and gave her a loving kiss on the head.
The glowing, sylph-like Sirens continued floating through the dim and unevenly lit corridor like ghosts, checking one room after another and finding nothing of note until they finally reached the end.
“Now that we’re done checking for pirates, we can focus on the command center
,” Akio announced. “Assuming they haven’t been wiped, we’ll check the ship’s logs and records for evidence of its origin and how it got here. If it was stolen, we’ll send it to Pink Floyd Station and they can deal with it. Otherwise, we’ll be free to keep it as salvage
She raised her finger to tap the AR command to open the door, but suddenly hesitated.
“What is it
?” Kali asked.
Akio squinted at her HUD display in alarm, but seemed reluctant to answer.
“There’s something on the other side
,” she whispered.
Without warning, the door was manually thrown open with a physical force that shocked the gracile Sirens. From the impenetrable gloom beyond the door’s threshold, there emerged a grotesque figure the likes of which the Sirens had never seen before.
Its round torso was squat and bloated, vaguely resembling that of a frog’s. Its veiny, crimson hide was mottled in purple splotches from where those veins had broken. Four long limbs dangled down limply, each possessing five boney, claw-like digits. As with the Star Sirens, its pinky fingers had been repurposed into a second opposable thumb; but unlike them, its digits were arranged more radially so that its hands resembled starving sea stars. It possessed a prehensile tail as well, though closer in appearance to an opossum’s than the Siren’s simian tails.
It was the front of the creature that was most alien to them. It had no neck or even a head distinct from its bulging torso. It had two eyes on mobile stalks, each a bloodshot blue with a crescent-shaped pupil. There was a blowhole near the top of its vaguely defined head, and near the bottom hung a toothless proboscis, as prehensile as an elephant’s trunk.
All four Sirens broke out into screams at the sight of the deformed creature, jetting backward as quickly as they could. Wheezing, the creature lurched towards them, slowly raising its proboscis in the air as it did so.
Vici grabbed the bundle of air pods that Pomoko had released in her panic and began beating the creature over the top of the head with it. Though she possessed just barely enough physical strength to walk in nothing greater than Lunar gravity, her love for her sisters and her fear, disgust, and contempt for anything else drove her to assail the hideous being as hard as she could.
The creature groaned, though it seemed to be more of sorrow than of pain. Raising its arms up protectively while keeping its proboscis elevated, it slowly sunk down to the bottom of the corridor as Vici bashed away at it.
“Vici! Vici, stop!
” Kali commanded, grabbing hold of her and pulling her back. “It’s not attacking us!
She was right, of course. Despite its fearsomely unfamiliar form, it actually seemed rather pathetic as it lay quivering on the floor, making no sound aside from laboured and gasping breaths.
“Alien! It’s an alien!”
Vici cried in dismay, scarcely believing her own eyes.
Though that improbable, if more palpable, explanation for the being’s origin may have seemed the most obvious, Kali felt a growing sense of horror well up inside her as the pieces started to click together. She glanced over at Akio who was rapidly reviewing the readings from her cyberdeck, and could tell from the revulsion on her face that she had reached the same conclusion.
“Preceptress; please say that it’s an alien
,” she pleaded in a softly cracking voice.
Akio looked up at her with pity, and slowly shook her head.
,” she said quietly. “But that, save for the skill and wisdom of Olympeon and the Grace of Cosmothea, is us
“It… it’s human?”
Pomoko asked, floating up behind Kali and Vici and just barely daring to peek over their shoulders at the horrid beast.
“It’s bred from a human base, yes,
” Akio explained. “Heavily modified, of course. Much more than ourselves, though nowhere near as adroitly. It’s a genetic chimera; probably because its embryo was cobbled together from multiple lines of modified cells. Its hide and at least a few of its major organs appeared to have been grown separately and grafted on in vivo. It’s literally a Frankenstein Monster.
“What’s that old saying? Knowledge is knowing Frankenstein was the Doctor, not the monster; wisdom is knowing that Doctor Frankenstein was the monster,
” Kali quoted, pitying the poor wretch that wallowed before her.
“Yeah. I think… I think that whoever made this was trying to make a new species of space-adapted humans, probably in the hopes of eventually surpassing us,
” Akio speculated. “But it’s a failed experiment. All of its genomes are highly degraded and riddled with off-target mutations and poorly thought-out on-target ones. Its cells are barely functional, and it’s undergoing mass organ failure at this very moment.
“It… he’s dying?
” Kali asked softly.
“It was probably dying before it even decanted; it’s been held together with prayers and twine,
” Akio explained.
“Good! It’s an abomination! It never should’ve existed in the first place!
” Pomoko declared.
” Kali yelled, hot tears beginning to pool in her eyes. “Can… can he hear us?
“It can hear, I think. Its brain size and neuronal density are actually over the optimal limit, and its neurochemistry and connectome are a complete mess,
” Akio replied. “It’s probably an idiot savant, at best. It likely has some linguistic capability, but I don’t think it would be able to understand Sirensong. It doesn’t have any kind of speech organs or comm implant, either. Its digestive and respiratory systems are separate, and that blowhole doesn’t have any kind of syrinx.
“In other words, he has no mouth and he must scream,
” Kali lamented. “Did he escape, do you think?
“It must have,
” Akio nodded. “Pomoko may have been a bit insensitive just now, but she’s right. This thing’s a violation of multiple transnational laws, treaties and conventions. Its creators wouldn’t want anyone to know about it. It… it must have known that escaping its creators and whatever convoluted life-support system they were using to keep it alive would have meant a slow and painful death, but it did it anyway. All it could have hoped for was that someone would find it and be able to hold its creators accountable. We don’t understand enough about its anatomy to offer any meaningful assistance. The most we could do is prolong its suffering. I think we should just let it pass in peace; it shouldn’t take more than a couple of hours at most now. We’ll return to our shuttle, tell the fleet what we found, and then have the carcass put in cryostasis as evidence. We’ll send it and this vessel to Olympeon, and they’ll deal with it. They’ll find who’s responsible and bring them to justice.
“Yeah, we need to get back to the shuttle immediately for decontamination and med-screening. We could be infected by whatever microbes and nanites they stuffed into this bloated wretch
,” Pomoko said with barely restrained panic, jetting back to the airlock as quickly as she could.
Akio and Vici followed closely behind, but Kali lingered in place as she gazed at the creature’s proboscis, which it still held upright. She recalled that elephants on Earth would raise their trunks when they were dying, and that the ancient Romans, despite being one of the cruellest cultures of humans to exist, had still recognized this as a plea for mercy. Though the gulf between the two species was significant, one self-aware being could still recognize the suffering of another, and be moved to pity by it.
“I’m staying with him,
” she announced softly.
” Pomoko shouted, she and the others all spinning around to look at her in bewilderment.
“Until he passes. Akio said it wouldn’t be long
,” Kali replied.
” Vici asked.
“So he doesn’t die alone!
” Kali screamed.
Pomoko started jetting back towards her friend, but Akio caught her and gently shook her head in refusal. She silently ushered the two of them back through the airlock and, with some reluctance, left Kali alone with the dying creature.
Kali tenderly took hold of the being’s trunk with her left hand, compassionately petting it with her right. He shuddered slightly, letting go of a noticeable amount of tension in his malformed body. Snorting from his blowhole, he focused his teetering eyestalks up at her, and she could see in those eyes a great, crushing sorrow, both from the suffering he had endured and the lost potential of the life he could have had if fate had been kinder.
A life like the one Kali had led as a privileged and well-bred daughter of Olympeon, and would most likely go on to live for many centuries more.
The tears in her eyes reached a critical mass now, budding off into tiny orbs and floating out into the air.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” she sobbed. It was all she could think to say, and she said it in English, hoping there was a better chance of him understanding it than her native language.
Remarkably, he reacted by raising the flat palm of his right hand up to the space beneath his trunk – a struggle for him even in the absence of gravity – and then lowered it with the palm facing up and out. Kali wasted no time in running the gesture through her exocortexes, frantic to decipher what the creature could be trying to tell her before it was too late.
It was sign language for ‘thank you
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2023.06.09 05:47 TimelessEditz Respect The Lost One! (marvel)
The Lost One does not have that many feats, but I will include the couple that he does have. The Lost One is hands down, one of the most powerful marvel characters. He has almost every single ability that can possibly be. Disclaimer: this is my first post
Feats: - The Lost One existed before the Omniverse
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2023.06.09 05:47 Redk2e4 Murder of Masculinity
I thought this is just conspiracy pero seems like its true all along.
I will be 100% honest here since I have zero hidden agenda to make anyone feel good to manipulate them. (The mainstream media already corrupted minds to make you BUY)
Maraming relevant topic about this I'll just give one example. MATE SELECTION
First and foremost, Men can't have standards The idea of physical attractiveness is fairly universal for majority of men. Fit, good proportion, long hair, etc. these are biological factors that are good indication of good health (and in the future, surviving offspring).
BUT! Put these anywhere on the internet and you'll be shamed, criticized and called buzzwords like misogynist, toxic, bad person, or it shouldn't be like that, etc.
Meanwhile kapag nag demand ang babae ng 6ft tall, 6 figures income what are the replies? You go girl! Deserve mo yan!
Women will always get validation for their preferences, while men will always be shamed for looking for physical attractiveness. While the truth is we are attracted to different things.
Like Wtf? Ano mas madaling baguhin? Being fit or being taller? Let's switch roles I get to be "pretty" looking and you go ahead be rich. Deal? Kaya ba maraming nag ta transition from male to female? 🤔
This is why men can't be honest these days. So don't complain why we are liars. We have to lie to play the game 😂
Feminism is so strong these days na kapag naging honest ka about what you want and voice out your opinions you always get negative feedback. And you wonder why men are not "opening up".
So I guess the hack for guys is always sugarcoat your words with nice chocolate springkles to charm women and make them feel good. Probably follow the lies if you have to. Adapt to the game 🔥
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2023.06.09 05:47 MojiMaendhak BOARDS Prep in Dummy School....
So i am in a dummy school. I think i can manage english and PE(despite not touching them in 11th) in the last few months... for PCM do you think NCERT+PYQ should be enough or should i study some board specific material ( i am already preparing for JEE so i have the concepts covered but i have lost all experience of subjective questions in the last year or so)...
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2023.06.09 05:46 Kuges I've been dreading doing a relic tank of "The Lost City of Amdapor" for a week now, Thank you do the crew that made it a cake walk! (more in comments)
2023.06.09 05:46 Vision-Quest-9054 Karate Cooking
Cast of Characters:
Kevin Eggs– A bumbling wannabe Hibachi chef fresh out of culinary arts school
Mr. Kritt – Restaurant Manager and owner of Moriyuki’s Grill.
Male restaurant patron
Female restaurant patron
Nick the chef – A drunken hibachi cook who gets himself fired. He eventually carries out an armed robbery to compensate for his lost earnings.
A clueless and reckless culinary arts attempts hibachi cooking at his first job without much success.
A kitchen/bar island counter top is positioned at center stage. Three bar stools line the front while a stove/grill top remains partially hidden behind the counter. Above the counter is a dangling Japanese paper lantern.
(Lighting illuminates the main stage area. Male and female patrons are separately seated on their respective barstools with each one positioned opposite the other at the end of each counter corner. They are partially facing the audience with their gazes focused on the main chef behind the counter. Main chef Nick is fully facing the audience and is performing his tasks poorly under a drunken stupor. Both restaurant patrons are grimacing and recoiling nervously due to his recklessness. Kevin enters stage right with a confused expression written on his face.)
(Nick is swaying left and right on his feet while clumsily waving a meat cleaver in one hand and an empty bottle in the other)
So, you two (hiccup) wanna see me make a chicken hand sandwich? (hiccup)
(Grimacing and scared) Please, no. We just wanted a vegetable stir fry and steak. Maybe coming here was a bad idea.
(Kevin tries to grab someone’s attention, but no one listens.)
Um excuse me?
(Also grimacing) You make a chicken and ham sandwich?
(Nick is aimlessly clattering his cleaver against the grill/stove top.)
Not chicken and ham, (hiccup) chicken and hand sandwich! Now put your pretty little hand on the cutting board and I’ll show ya.
(Mr. Kritt frantically enters stage left and interrupts the chaotic scene. He is shaking his fist in outrage)
(Furiously) Nick! You’ve been drinking again! How many times have I warned you that if I catch you intimidating our customers while under the influence, I would throw your drunken ass out of my establishment!
Um, pardon me?
(Kevin is still ignored.)
(Nick points his meat cleaver at Mr. Kritt.)
Okay dude, you need to chill.
Don’t you point that thing at me!
(Mr. Kritt pries the cleaver out of Nick’s hand by the handle and drops it on the countertop. He then points his finger directly towards the right stage exit.)
You’re fired! Get out! You’re a menace to the patrons and the establishment.
(After a pause, Mr. Kritt steps towards Nick, seizes him by the back collar of his shirt and pants and proceeds to forcibly eject him from the building. Nick is dragged to the right exit. Kevin side-steps out of their way.)
Get the hell out of my restaurant! Out! Out! Out! Out!
(Nick is shoved out the right stage exit. He is still clutching his empty bottle. Mr. Kritt turns his focus to Kevin)
What do you want?!
(Kevin stammers through Mr. Kritt’s annoyed gaze. He produces a certification paper.)
I…I’m sorry. My name’s Kevin Eggs and I’m looking for a job. I’m fresh out of culinary arts school and was looking for a hibachi kitchen position…these are my credentials…
(Mr. Kritt swipes the paper out of Kevin’s hand, glances over it for a second, and hands it back to him. He is much calmer at this point, but still retains a firm tone of voice.)
Congratulations, Kevin. You’re hired. Welcome to Moriyuki’s Hibachi Bar and Grill. You can start now.
(He leads Kevin back to the Island stove countertop and hands him a togue and apron.)
Wait. No formal interview. No questions asked? Thank you, Mister…
(Both men firmly shake hands)
…Kritt. Jay Kritt. Restaurant owner.
(Mr. Kritt shifts his attention to the petrified patrons who are perched at the edge of their barstools.)
My sincerest apologies to the both of you for what just happened. The misconduct you just witnessed does not reflect our company policy. I assure you that this will not happen again. Perhaps if you two choose to come here again, I would be most happy to offer you both a complimentary dinner on the house? I understand if you do not wish return here.
(Both patrons relax and lighten up a little. They periodically sip from their water glasses)
No, as a matter of fact, I think we’ll stick around and give our order another shot. It is, after all, complimentary.
And I am curious to see how this new chef will perform.
I assure you that you will not be disappointed.
(He shoots Kevin a stern glance and addresses him in a strict tone. Mr. Kritt also points his menacing index finger towards Kevin.)
One little foul-up from you, and you’re out of here! Oh, and by the way, take your shoes off. We need to keep a ‘Japanese’ feel to the atmosphere. (Note that Mr. Kritt uses air quotes to emphasize the word ‘Japanese’ in his sentence.)
Oh, sorry about that, sir.
(Keven bends over behind the counter to take his shoes off while Mr. Kritt exits stage left.)
Sooooooo, what did you two order?
We already placed our orders earlier. The last chef put our orders under the counter.
(Kevin bends over to look beneath the stovetop and remains invisible until he finds two pieces of paper and emerges back into view. He holds up each piece of paper and reads them aloud.)
Ah! One order of soy stir fry, and another order of fried flank steak with scallops. Coming right up!
(Kevin bangs his fist on the countetable surface and shouts out a command. Both patrons appear startled and tense up every time he does this)
(An offstage hand from behind the scenes tosses Kevin a tomato. He catches it and places it on the counter, then bangs his fist again.)
(Offstage hand tosses Kevin a cucumber which he sets down. He bangs his fist and repeats the process)
(Kevin catches an onion, places it next to the other vegetables, and bangs his fist again.)
(A hand tosses him a piece of steak. Kevin catches it, but almost drops it as it constantly slips and slides in his hand.)
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Got it! (Chuckling) Heheh! Slippery little piece of steak, ain’t ya? Don’t worry fellow customer, I successfully grabbed your meat and now I’m going to beat it for being naughty little sucker.
(Sounding disturbed) Please do not say that ever again.
(Kevin realizes his Freudian slip)
Ooops. That didn’t sound right.
(After setting the fillet on the counter. He pulls two spatulas out of a cupboard beneath the stove counter top. As the patrons gradually ease up from their muscle tension, Kevin begins twirling the spatulas in each hand. As he twirls each one, he loses his coordination and drops them both on the surface.)
(Smiling) Sorry. First day.
(Kevin takes both spatulas and uses them like percussion instruments. He uses synchronized hand movements and coordinated arm crossing gestures to bang out a tune on the hard grill surface using the kitchen utensils. He loses his groove and momentum by accidentally flipping a spatula out of his grasp and onto the ground behind him.)
(Grinning) My bad. Oh well, guess I’ll have to cook with just one utensil.
(Kevin wipes off the stovetop surface with a rag.)
So, how long have you two known each other?
MALE AND FEMALE PATRONS
(Unison) We’re not together.
Oh, sorry. What’s your story, then?
(Kevin looks at the man patron as he begins chopping the onion on a cutting board)
I’ve been negotiating this multi-million-dollar contract all day with some of our biggest partners from Japan. It was a tough one alright, but once you get past the language barriers and persuade those electronic geeks to start pushing their signatures on every certified document, It’s a success story. Ironically, I thought to myself, why not celebrate this victory at a Japanese themed eatery to make things a bit more apropos? The guys at the office said -
(In a sing-song voice) Bo-oring! What’s your story, miss?
(Kevin shifts his eyes to the female patron. The male patron shuts up and scowls at Kevin)
Me? Oh, well…my boyfriend broke up with me and…I loved him so much…
(Female patron starts sniffling and crying. Kevin starts sniffling and tearing up as well due to the onion fumes)
He told me that he would be my soulmate, forever. And then last night, he dumped me for some French slut! So here I am, eating alone again…
(Female Patron breaks out in tears. Kevin follows suit.)
(Emotionally Distraught) I mean, what do French girls have to offer over us American women? Looks? Wit? Charm? Non-stop steamy jungle sex? Well fuck you, Sean! Fuck you! Oh, I’m sorry cook Kevin. Did I upset you? You seem so sensitive and empathetic to my feelings right now. That’s so sweet of you.
(Sobbing) (*sniff. Sniff\)* No! It’s just these stupid onions!
(Female Patron drops her head in disappointment.)
I sound like a wuss right now. I’m a badass hibachi chef, not a wuss. I’ll prove it to you guys by karate chopping this onion with my hand!
(Kevin raises his hand in flat, vertical knife motion above his head and brings his hand down hard on the cutting board.)
(Kevin’s hand chop makes contact with the remaining whole onion. Instead of slicing it in half, the onion slides off of the counter and onto the floor.)
(Kevin pauses, then recomposes himself. He slides some of the freshly chopped onions onto the stove)
Now where were we? Oh, yes! The grill. (Cheerfully) I have an idea! Let’s get rid of these long faces and lighten things up! Nobody here should be unhappy.
I was happy until you opened you pissed on my parade.
It’s not stir-fry without eggs in it. They don’t call me Kevin Eggs for nothing.
(Kevin retrieves a carton of eggs from a bottom cupboard beneath the stove)
Since I’m sometimes a scatter brain and mess things up, my family used to call me Kevin scrambled eggs. Get it? Scrambled eggs! Ha! Ha! Ha! (laughing)
(Kevin’s laughter quickly dies down as he notices that his joke was received with cold, dead stares. Female patron utters an annoyed, soft groan.)
(Upbeat chuckle) Okay. Here’s a good one. When I went to Hollywood, I bumped into actor Kevin Bacon. Well, he was nice enough to give me his autograph when I asked him for one. And when I did that, my parents called us the breakfast combo. Why? Because his name’s Kevin and so is mine. Only thing is, our last names complement each other nicely. Bacon and Eggs! Arr! Arr! Arr!
(Interrupting) Just shut up and cook the damn food already.
Yeah, enough. When do we get to eat?
(Ecstatically) Hey. Watch this!
(Kevin selects an egg out of the carton. He picks up his spatula and holds it vertically above his head as if to bring it down in a chopping motion. He underhandedly tosses the egg into mid-air in front of him while attempting to split it in the fraction of a second when it remains directly suspended before his face. He does a karate chop shout during in course of action)
(Kevin misses the target and swings into an empty space due to poor timing. The egg plummets to the floor and breaks.)
(Kevin tosses another egg into midair and repeats the process a second time.)
(He swings/chops at a downward angle and misses again. The egg hits the floor. Both patrons cringe at his efforts.)
(Kevin tries tossing up an egg a third time, but misses his target. The egg accidentally lands on the male patron’s head. Kevin is sincerely apologetic at first, but can’t help cracking a bad joke last minute. Female Patron covers her mouth in alarm.)
Whoops! I’m so sorry sir! That was an egg-cident.
(Angrily) I’ve had enough bullshit for one night! I’m outa here.
(Male Patron storms off the set: exit stage right)
(Disdainful tone) You really suck at entertainment, don’t you?
C’mon, give me a little credit for trying. It’s my first day here and-
(He breaks off into a panicked exclamation as fumes rise from the vegetables on the stove.)
Oh my God! The food is burning!
(Kevin frantically drops his spatula)
Oh, not again!
(Kevin hurriedly scoops the few veggies on the stove into his hands and onto a plate. After doing so, he realizes that he just burned his hands. He flails the wildly while looking around the room for relief. Unbeknownst to him, Mr. Kritt furiously enters the scene and stands directly behind Kevin with his hands on his hips.)
Owwwww! Ow! Ow! Hot! Hot! Hot! Hot! Hot!
(Kevin submerges his hands into the female patron’s water glass and sighs with relief. She appears to be disgusted)
(Loud and agitated) Kevin! You blew it! I turn my back on you for just one second, and bang, I come back to a disaster. Unreliable. You’re fired! Out of here! Gone!
Mr. Kritt, it was just a little mishap. It’s still just my first day here.
(Points to exit)
(At that moment entering from stage right, Nick bursts onto the scene clad in a ski mask and carrying a handgun. Nick points the gun in the direction of Mr. Kritt, female patron, and Kevin. All three appear to be shocked and terrified.)
(Shouting angrily) Alright all of you! Hands up where I can see them! Get them the fuck up now!
(Everyone raises their hands into the air)
Oh my God!
(Weak and trembling tone) What the hell do you want? I have nothing special to offer.
Your money, dumbass! Front end register is empty. So I guess I’ll have to try the manager’s office instead.
(Moment of Realization) Wait a minute! You’re Nick! I recognize your voice now. I just fired your ass.
Yeah, that’s right. I’m comin’ back to get what’s mine. No paycheck, remember? So, I guess I gotta take what you owe me by force.
I don’t owe you nothin’! You’re a bum who doesn’t deserve a dime even if his life depended on it.
(More aggressively) Shut the fuck up and get me what I want before I blow your head open!
(Intimidated, Mr. Kritt takes a step back and responds in a shakier tone of voice)
Alright. Alright. If it’s money you want, then I’ll lead you back to the office. No hard feelings.
No, wait. I want something else first. Hey lady, kick your purse over here.
(Nick waves his gun at the female patron. She complies by gradually sliding her purse with her foot towards the direction of Nick)
Atta girl! Mr. Kritt? Your wallet please.
(Mr. Kritt fishes his wallet out of his pant pocket and nervously tosses it onto the floor)
(Sneering smile) Ah, last but not least, my replacement. You’re next.
(Kevin gives him a nervous smile)
Actually, I don’t have mine in my pocket. I put it in one of my shoes.
(Annoyed) Then get it! And no tricks! If I see a knife or a cleaver, you’re dead.
No worries. I won’t do anything.
(Kevin bends over to the point at which he is totally obscured by the entire counter island. Shuffling noises can be heard from behind the surface.)
What’s taking you so long?
Uh-just a minute! I’ve got it. Nope. That’s not it.
(A spatula is recklessly thrown over the counter top by Kevin, followed by a vegetable.)
(Uneasily agitated) Hey! Don’t do that! What are you, stupid? Quit it now!
I think I got! No. Not that shoe.
(One of Kevin’s shoes flies out from beneath the countertop and hits Nick in the face, knocking him unconscious. Nick’s eyes crisscross as he slumps to the ground. Mr. Kritt and the female patron exchange relieved facial expressions. Kevin then emerges into view triumphantly holding the other shoe.)
Here it is! Got it! Hey what happened?
(Grateful expression) You saved my business and my life. That’s what you did.
You sure as hell did. Now excuse me while I call the police before I throw up.
(Female Patron pulls out her phone and retrieves her purse before hastily exiting stage right.)
What did you have in those shoes?
(In a proud tone) They’re steel toe shoes, Mr. Kritt.
(Mr. Kritt grins while clasping Kevin over the shoulder.)
Ya know what, Kevin? Maybe you’re not so bad after all. Sure, you’re a klutz and your jokes stink, but I think I might have a good place for you here. In fact, I’ll give you another chance by training you myself. You’re rehired.
(Kevin returns the grin to his boss)
Really, Mr. Kritt?
Mr. Kritt I’m never gonna let you down again. We’re gonna have some good times together!
(Kevin violently clasps Mr. Kritt over the shoulder causing him to grunt in pain. In spite of this Mr. Kritt manages to create a half sardonic half sincere grin on his face.)
(Grimacing) Yeahhhh...I’m sure we will.
(Lights fade out.)
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[REQ] ($40 USD) (# BALTIMORE, MD, USA) (REPAY $50 6/12/23) (CASHAPP)
Post contents Currently out of town in Baltimore and lost my wallet. Just happened to find my cashapp card rolling around in the bottom of my bag and would deeply appreciate it if someone could help me out. I only need cash for getting a cab back to my hotel, I’m headed home tomorrow afternoon. I’ll likely repay earlier than the 13th, just gave myself a buffer to get back home and get situated and cards replaced.
Thanks in advance!
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2023.06.09 05:46 Mangogetter2 Summersonic tickets selling possible?
So I bought summersonic tickets while they were still available and i understand that these would be under my name and that the official site states sale and transferrance of tickets is not allowed.
However, circumstances have occured that would not allow me and my partner to push through with the plans. I wish to know if it is possible at all to sell it so i could get my money back? Or should i just consider it lost money?
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2023.06.09 05:45 kurtlovef150 How was so many monuments lost?
How did so much amazing historical artifacts get lost? How on earth did the sphinx and the pryimids get buried underneath so much sand?! How was it that certain tombs where somehow lost? And please don't give me the example of the tomb that got covered up by debris from another tune being built
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2023.06.09 05:45 tbnnpc New update marked me as a cheater
TLDR: Update gave me a skin I don't own, got kicked from games for cheating.
So after disabling my mods and finding out I lost Copycat and North Star with this update, I noticed I had the "Crytpo" skin from the Cryptographer's Color pack. I didn't know how where it came from, just figured I missed it somehow. So I put it on some of my guns and started getting insta-kicked from lobbies. Had my friend host a lobby and found out I "cheated" by using an invalid skin. Luckily I found out only applying the skin triggers this, but I can't believe this game just gaslit me. Sharing this if it helps anything or anyone at all.
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2023.06.09 05:45 Ok-Possible-191 AITA for leaving when my family was having a serious talk?
A few nights ago (2 or 3), my mother sat the rest of my family down to talk about things we needed. Such as more help around the house, leniency on some rules, things like that. I'm in high school and I've been struggling a lot with mental health recently, so has my mum. I am apart of the LGBTQIA+ community and I am out to my parents and brother.
It was my turn to share what I needed. I asked them to try and be more careful and respectful with what they say regarding my identity. Sometimes they make horrible comments, or they out me to their friends. I don't think it's intentional, I just think they're a bit clueless about everything, so I often just let it go instead of saying something.
I told them these things made me upset and gave an example of when my father outed to me to someone and also made a shitty comment about my sexuality and gender that I'd rather not share right now. He said something along the lines of it being true and some other things. It made me really upset, so I walked off and went to my room.
My mother begged me to come back. I started crying and then everybody started arguing and there was a crap ton of yelling. My mum ended up going to her room and slamming the door and I could hear her crying. She went back down later and started yelling at my dad and I could hear her voice crack when she did, it was really upsetting and I felt horrible about it.
I can't help but think and feel that I started this fight and that it's all my fault, but I was only sharing how I felt. Some people I know have told me I shouldn't have walked off. I just don't know. I kind of need closure I guess, that's why I'm making this post.
If there's any questions you want answered, just ask. I'll try my best to give more perspective on the situation. I just really need to know if it's actually my fault. Things are really tense at home right now.
AITA for leaving a serious talk with my family?
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