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Glow In The Dark
2021.07.29 20:27 Eclectix Glow In The Dark
For everything that glows in the dark. Phosphorescent, fluorescent, bioluminescent, chemiluminescent; if it glows in the dark this is the right place for it.
2017.03.14 04:17 zeroair Glow in the dark!!!
2019.12.08 21:43 RaveDaddy69 Blacklight and Glow In the Dark
Blacklight and Glow in the Dark
2023.05.31 18:52 B4jiqu4n Gallan, Arthur's Gallade
Gallade
Gallade is a pale white bipedal creature. Its lower body consists of rounded hips with strong legs. It has a thin green torso with sharp, red horns sticking out of its chest and back. Its arms are shaped like tonfas with extendable blades in its elbows. Its head resembles a gladiator's helmet with a white face, red eyes, and a teal head crest. It has spikes on the sides of its face.It is a master of courtesy and swordsmanship that is capable of predicting its foe's moves. True to Gallade's honorable warrior image, it is just as protective of their Trainer as its counterpart Gardevoir, using the blades on its elbows to defend. The shoulder blades are said to be sharper than even the best swords. Gallade is known to be sharply aware of a person's wish for help and seeks out those who need its assistance in battle. Gallade fights savagely with fast and fierce attacks. Gallade is capable of teaching itself on how to learn swordsmanship at an impressive rate.
50% HP
Gallade has a +5 to melee attacks and +4 to dodge rolls, block rolls and initiative.
Psycho Cut - Gallade's forearms glow light blue or purple and both of them grow and extend in the back. Gallade then swings his arms repeatedly and multiple light blue or purple crescent blades of energy come out of them to hit or slice an opponent. This attack deals high psychic/slashing damage, and crits on a 16 or higher rather than a Nat 20. This ability has a 3 round cooldown.
Close Combat - Gallade gets up close to an opponent with rapid slashes with their blades, and on a hit, lowers an opponents bonus to block rolls by -1 for the rest of combat and deals high slashing damage. This ability has a 4 round cooldown.
Future Sight - Gallade sees into the future, and prepares a melee strike with its blades for when the right time comes. Once this ability is used, nothing happens at first. But after 2 rounds have passed at the start of Gallade’s turn, they will unleash an immediate attack on the opponent that is guaranteed to hit dealing high true damage. This ability has a 4 round cooldown.
Sword Dance - Gallade's forearms glow light purple and the backs grow longer. Then, he moves them around in a hypnotizing way, making him stronger, granting 20% increases damage for the rest of combat (Stackable). This ability has a 4 round cooldown.
Steadfast - When Gallade is hit by an ability that causes them to become stunned, they will receive a +1 to dodge rolls for the rest of combat (stackable).
Justified - When hit by a dark/evil attack, Gallade’s damage will increase by 10% for the rest of combat.
Resistant - Gallade has a 50% resistance to melee attacks and Earth formed attacks (rocks, stone, etc).
Flaws: Gallade takes X2 damage from Airborne, Spirit, and Fey magic attacks.
2023.05.31 18:52 Chemist-Moist Dead Man's fingers
In shadowed depths where secrets lie,
A tale of darkness draws me nigh,
Among the whispers of the sea,
Lies a legend's mystery.
Dead man's fingers, cold and stark,
Caressed by currents deep and dark,
A spectral touch upon the reef,
Where life finds solace, beyond belief.
Once vibrant blooms, they dance no more,
Yet beauty lingers on this ocean floor,
Silent witnesses of a timeless plight,
Resilience in the face of endless night.
With skeletal grace, they reach for light,
A haunting presence in eternal night,
A reminder of life's fragile hold,
Where stories linger, untold.
Dead man's fingers, a spectral embrace,
Whispering tales of love and grace,
In the depths where secrets dwell,
A requiem, a mournful knell.
Let us honour this submerged art,
The testament of a beating heart,
For even in death's chilling grip,
Nature's beauty does not slip.
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In shadowed depths where secrets lie,
A tale of darkness draws me nigh,
Among the whispers of the sea,
Lies a legend's mystery.
Dead man's fingers, cold and stark,
Caressed by currents deep and dark,
A spectral touch upon the reef,
Where life finds solace, beyond belief.
Once vibrant blooms, they dance no more,
Yet beauty lingers on this ocean floor,
Silent witnesses of a timeless plight,
Resilience in the face of endless night.
With skeletal grace, they reach for light,
A haunting presence in eternal night,
A reminder of life's fragile hold,
Where stories linger, untold.
Dead man's fingers, a spectral embrace,
Whispering tales of love and grace,
In the depths where secrets dwell,
A requiem, a mournful knell.
Let us honour this submerged art,
The testament of a beating heart,
For even in death's chilling grip,
Nature's beauty does not slip.
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2023.05.31 18:51 Mammoth-Gas5024 My Dreams Are Getting More Vivid and Insane (skip to the last part for a pretty intense reoccurrence)
The first part of my dream I remember getting into this elevator with two other girls. As the door closed, we began to fall very fast. At first we thought the whole elevator was falling and we’d soon hit the bottom. We then realized that the top of of the elevator wasn’t moving at all. The bottom of the elevator had been a false bottom and we manage to grip on either side of the “elevator walls”. We first tried climbing up but decided it’d be easier to climb down as long as we did not fall. It seemed to have gone on forever but when we reached the bottom, there was some sort of ramp. This was sort of mind boggling, because surely that fall would’ve killed us and we would’ve slid out at the bottom. We slowly slid out and found ourselves in some sort of factory. There were conveyor belts with packing boxes -just regular old cardboard boxes.
I don’t remember much more, but the next part of the dream, we were stationed outside moving these large tubs - not the same as the packing boxes from before. There was a large building with two white folding tables and several large trucks surrounding the area. However there were a lot more women here and they are all quite young. There was an elder women yelling and ordering us to put the boxes under and on these tables, and to make sure they are sealed tightly before doing so. There was one with the top sitting on it with one corner of it being uncovered. A girl close by tripped into it and much faster than me and the other girls, she managed to grab onto the sides. I reached in to help pull her out. The lady began to yell and ask who left the box unsealed. A girl sepped forward to explain it was already unsealed and she was unsure of what to do. As the woman began to drag this girl away, I realized that this is very similar to what happened with the elevator, and I assumed all of these tubs contain endless holes, but don’t understand how.
The next part of the dream is a strange series of images and happenstances… The one that sticks out to me the most is the image of a never ending staircase. I believe I have seen this illusion somewhere before, where someone seems to be running up a staircase that always leads back to the same place. But when the perspective is changed, the illusion breaks. I’ve seen it in dreams before, and when I realize it the illusion breaks. Ive seen it in many different ways, but it seems like I see it all at once. One way is that u see the separation of the stairs, from beginning to end, sort of like a 3d model. Another way is as if I’m looking over the staircase into an abyss. The last way I watch as the person running on the stairs fall to their death… I can’t quite put these visuals into a specific place in my dream. They either occur before during or after the part I’m about to explain. The next part of the dream, I am shackled to all the other women and we are walking up these stairs -not the same stairs I see in the visuals- I look up and see tattered wall paper and old portraits on the walls. The stairs have patterned carpet, and some of the flowers on the carpet have a shimmer to them. There are multiple staircases covered in these women, and the ceiling seems to be miles away. There are large men with face coverings guiding the women and belittling them.
At some point I have escaped these shackles and I’m running through these halls like I’m on a mission. I can see other people searching for me as I cause chaos throughout this mansion. I’m not sure what all I was doing to anger the people “in charge” but the older woman is ordering the men previously mentioned to find me and sedate me. I realized that I can peel the wall back and sort of phase through to different rooms. When I do this it’s sort of wrapping myself into the wall like a blanket. This goes on forever and I can’t really explain all of the events that take place, but basically I’m traveling through the walls and I’m somewhat omniscient at this point. While running through a hallway, I run into a young man, he is much smaller than me he men previously mentioned. I realize I can take him with me when I go into the walls. As we phase in and out of the walls he gives me more information about what’s going on. We search the mansion to find more people who can be saved. However, I phase through a wall, and he does not come through with me.
Now I gotta explain a reoccurring thing in my dreams to explain the last portion of this dream. This always occurs in different dreams, they never start the same. Something that is always the same though, is I’ll walk into a room, and when I exit the room I’ve entered what seems to be a completely different realm. I sort of glide across the floor here, and even float higher at times. This place is like a dark mysterious building but I can’t fully explain what it looks like. I can vividly see it in my mind, but it’s really weird. It’s sort of a collection of corridors, almost like a maze. The first time I had this happen I could hear a lot of voices telling me where to go and what to do, but the voices were conflicting with one another in what they were saying. The first time it took forever, but I end up at this “wall”. This wall is a collection of colors and red beams. The colors are more like static, and the red beams bounce both back and forth and up and down. It is a very large wall, and I can’t decided if it’s safe to go through. I eventually decide there is nowhere else to go. I float upwards and through the wall, and once again everything has shifted. I’m sort of out of control in which way my body floats, and there are images and colors flying all around me. I’ve had this happen in many dreams, but they seem to get closer and closer. The first reoccurrence was months after the first occurrence, and now I’ve had it happen back to back. The first time it happened it took me forever to find this “wall” and each time it seems to get easier and easier, like I just know where to go. In the dream I explained above, I immediately arrived at this “wall” and went straight in. All the chaos started like normal, but I felt a sense of peace and maybe even control over this space.
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I don’t remember much more, but the next part of the dream, we were stationed outside moving these large tubs - not the same as the packing boxes from before. There was a large building with two white folding tables and several large trucks surrounding the area. However there were a lot more women here and they are all quite young. There was an elder women yelling and ordering us to put the boxes under and on these tables, and to make sure they are sealed tightly before doing so. There was one with the top sitting on it with one corner of it being uncovered. A girl close by tripped into it and much faster than me and the other girls, she managed to grab onto the sides. I reached in to help pull her out. The lady began to yell and ask who left the box unsealed. A girl sepped forward to explain it was already unsealed and she was unsure of what to do. As the woman began to drag this girl away, I realized that this is very similar to what happened with the elevator, and I assumed all of these tubs contain endless holes, but don’t understand how.
The next part of the dream is a strange series of images and happenstances… The one that sticks out to me the most is the image of a never ending staircase. I believe I have seen this illusion somewhere before, where someone seems to be running up a staircase that always leads back to the same place. But when the perspective is changed, the illusion breaks. I’ve seen it in dreams before, and when I realize it the illusion breaks. Ive seen it in many different ways, but it seems like I see it all at once. One way is that u see the separation of the stairs, from beginning to end, sort of like a 3d model. Another way is as if I’m looking over the staircase into an abyss. The last way I watch as the person running on the stairs fall to their death… I can’t quite put these visuals into a specific place in my dream. They either occur before during or after the part I’m about to explain. The next part of the dream, I am shackled to all the other women and we are walking up these stairs -not the same stairs I see in the visuals- I look up and see tattered wall paper and old portraits on the walls. The stairs have patterned carpet, and some of the flowers on the carpet have a shimmer to them. There are multiple staircases covered in these women, and the ceiling seems to be miles away. There are large men with face coverings guiding the women and belittling them.
At some point I have escaped these shackles and I’m running through these halls like I’m on a mission. I can see other people searching for me as I cause chaos throughout this mansion. I’m not sure what all I was doing to anger the people “in charge” but the older woman is ordering the men previously mentioned to find me and sedate me. I realized that I can peel the wall back and sort of phase through to different rooms. When I do this it’s sort of wrapping myself into the wall like a blanket. This goes on forever and I can’t really explain all of the events that take place, but basically I’m traveling through the walls and I’m somewhat omniscient at this point. While running through a hallway, I run into a young man, he is much smaller than me he men previously mentioned. I realize I can take him with me when I go into the walls. As we phase in and out of the walls he gives me more information about what’s going on. We search the mansion to find more people who can be saved. However, I phase through a wall, and he does not come through with me.
Now I gotta explain a reoccurring thing in my dreams to explain the last portion of this dream. This always occurs in different dreams, they never start the same. Something that is always the same though, is I’ll walk into a room, and when I exit the room I’ve entered what seems to be a completely different realm. I sort of glide across the floor here, and even float higher at times. This place is like a dark mysterious building but I can’t fully explain what it looks like. I can vividly see it in my mind, but it’s really weird. It’s sort of a collection of corridors, almost like a maze. The first time I had this happen I could hear a lot of voices telling me where to go and what to do, but the voices were conflicting with one another in what they were saying. The first time it took forever, but I end up at this “wall”. This wall is a collection of colors and red beams. The colors are more like static, and the red beams bounce both back and forth and up and down. It is a very large wall, and I can’t decided if it’s safe to go through. I eventually decide there is nowhere else to go. I float upwards and through the wall, and once again everything has shifted. I’m sort of out of control in which way my body floats, and there are images and colors flying all around me. I’ve had this happen in many dreams, but they seem to get closer and closer. The first reoccurrence was months after the first occurrence, and now I’ve had it happen back to back. The first time it happened it took me forever to find this “wall” and each time it seems to get easier and easier, like I just know where to go. In the dream I explained above, I immediately arrived at this “wall” and went straight in. All the chaos started like normal, but I felt a sense of peace and maybe even control over this space.
2023.05.31 18:51 Shoduka Horrors of the Deep is live on Kickstarter! A Dark Fantasy Campaign Setting themed all around Nautical Horror and Ocean Exploration
Horrors of the Deep is a Dark Fantasy Tabletop Role Play setting for fifth edition themed all about the darkest depths of the ocean and the monsters that lurk within. Set in the isolated Islands of Ashantiir, all those that venture the high seas must balance risk versus reward when searching the oceans for lost treasures.
You can check it out here: Kickstarter Page
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2023.05.31 18:50 INTOxTHExVOID Spidey + Black Cat (mayyybe)
So I just had a crazy thought. In the new game we’re getting both Symbiote and Black Cat. I wonder if cuz of the symbiote that Peter could have a falling out with MJ and he falls back into Black Cat, going fully dark. I bet Black Cat would be fully into his dark side
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2023.05.31 18:50 micktalian The Gardens of Deathworlders (Part 23)
Part 23 Oh, So Many Horrors (Part 1) (Part 22)
"So, let me see if I got all of this right." General Andrews held up his notepad and adjusted his reading glasses as he quickly glanced over what he had written down. "The red and brown crabs are fascists who will eat you as soon as talk to you, the little gray men are slavers who genuinely believe they own you by default, and there's some kind of eldritch horrors that just float around in space and consume any biomass they detect? And that's just who's in the local area?"
"Yes. And also, there are Bandari, the… uh… frog pirates who steal things and kidnap people as their chosen profession." Considering how this was all for the benefit of the General, as well as Mik, Tarki was doing her best to speak in English and mimic the neutral accent Andrews had been using.
"Almost forgot about them." The General turned a page back on his notepad to read what he had written down about the flamboyant reptilians the golden avian had described at the very beginning of the presentation. "But they don't seem anywhere near as bad as the rest."
"That's because they're not." Msko chimed in, the translated voice in Andrews's ear features hints of boredom as the War Chief nonchalantly sat on a table a few paces away. "You can actually have a conversation with 'em sometimes. But they could still be a serious threat to Sol and Earth if an entire fleet showed up for a raid."
"But your fleet could handle them, right?" General Andrews shot back with a tone that implied he already knew the answer. Receiving only a bored smile and nod as an answer, he continued. "Well, isn't that just convenient for you? It seems that without your fleet, we Earthlings would be completely at the mercy of an uncaring at best, and outright hostile at worst, galaxy full of horrors."
Though the General shot Msko a snide look, the War Chief simply shrugged and nodded towards Tarki for her to explain.
"To a certain degree, that is correct. However, if it were not the Nishnabe Confederacy performing the initial security and evaluation of this system, who are members of your own species might I mention," Tarki let that fact hang in the air for a second before continuing, "it would have been either the Qui’ztar Fifth Matriarchy or the Nukatov Unified Coalition's Second Sphere, neither of which are… as nice or familiar as the Nishnabe."
"Yes, yes, I've already had the pleasure of a conversation with Fleet Admiral Atxika." Andrews half snorted as he thought about how brazen and confident that woman was towards him. "She was not what I would consider a friendly person."
"Atxika is from the Third Matriarchy, not the Fifth, and is actually quite kind if you show her the proper amount of respect. She has been an Admiral for nearly 20 years, after all. The Fifth Matriarchy, on the other hand, are… culturally far more aggressive and far less tolerant of disrespect. The Nukatovs, as a species, just really like to fight and will take any excuse to do so." Tarki pressed a few buttons on her data tablet and triggered a large hologram of the Milky Way galaxy to appear with hundreds of divided up sections. With a few more commands, Tarki caused the map to zoom in on a familiar area vaguely familiar to the General. "This is the pre-Ascension exclusion zone around the Sol System, which has a roughly 750 light-year radius. As you can see, it sits squared between the patrol sectors of the Third Matriarchy and the Second Sphere. Until your species reaches galactic standards of technology, one of them would have provided security in and around your star system, assuming you didn't already have exceptionally competent cousins capable of doing so."
"You all just assume we are incapable of defending ourselves?" Though he was now aware of the major threats Earth, Mars, and the rest of the solar system faced, the General couldn't help but feel like this was all too convenient. Or, more specifically, that there was some critical piece of information being left out.
"That isn't an assumption, General. It is a fact." Though the expression on the avian's face was unfamiliar to the human, he could still tell she was being deadly serious. "Your people have yet to independently develop active shielding, your standard firearm-based weapons are incredibly inefficient, and the most advanced technology native to this system is the FTL drive Mikhail developed, which is still highly experimental. The only other technology at or above galactic standards would be the mechanized combat walker suits that Mikhail also owns."
"Don't forget about my ship." Mik chimed in from the corner of the room he and Tens were smoking in. "Not the 'dewbi, but the one NAN's buildin' for me."
"How in the hell did you get access to alien technology already?" The General actually had hints of jealousy in his voice as he turned in his chair and fully redirected his attention towards the Martian.
"I bought the mechs, and the ship was a gift." The beard man shrugged then took a long drag off of Tens's somewhat small and short pipe.
"Bought? Gift?!?" General Andrews's jealousy was now mixed with anger. "So MarsGov was given access to alien weapons of war? And neither the US nor UN-E were given that same opportunity? That-" Before the rant could start, Msko cut General Andrews off.
"No, those are Mik's personal property and he has agreed not to take full possession of them until we can get all of this drama sorted out. However, humanity as a whole will absolutely have full access to the most advanced technologies in the galaxy, some of which we have developed ourselves, once we feel we can trust you." Msko was starting to get annoyed by how the General was treating everything as a threat despite the War Chief's best efforts to help him understand the situation. "We genuinely had the intention of gifting you, our long separated but never forgotten cousins, a fleet of dozens of ships, vast amounts of resources and production capabilities, and all of the knowledge and wisdom we have acquired over the centuries. However, the governments of Earth have proven they cannot be trusted yet, especially your government."
"And MarsGov can be trusted?" The General scoffed at the implication that he or his military couldn't be trusted but their primary adversary could be.
"I didn't say that, did I?" Msko shot back with a dismissive chuckle. "No offense Mik, but there are a lot of very angry people in your government. And they seem to be almost completely incapable of forming any kind of consensus, except in the face of the most extreme and pressing issues. I am not in the habit of giving potentially-violent agitators access to technologies that could be used for mass destruction."
"Fair enough." Mik chuckled as he let out a cloud of smoke which was quickly absorbed by the nearby air vent. "There's a reason I don't talk to my pops anymore. If I let him have access to my mechs, he'd make your life hell, Rob."
"And what exactly were your plans with the equipment you acquired, Dr. River?" General Andrews ignored the overly personal way Mik had just addressed him and focused on his more pressing concerns. "Be completely honest with me, how much land were you gonna try to take back?"
"None! I swear!" Mik's smile had suddenly vanished as his medium tan became slightly pale. "I just wanna see the stars and have some mech-fighting competitions, man, not start a goddamn war! Hell, if anythin' I'd just buy the fuckin' land back."
"You really expect me to believe that?" Though the General flat out refused to accept the concept of 'mech-fighting competitions' with military hardware, the Martian looked about as honest as a person could.
"Look man, there're aliens right there!" Mik motioned towards Tarki at the front of the room and then at Binko who was silently perched next to Tens. "No offense, you two. But damn, General, how can yah still be thinking about the bullshit between UN-E and MarsGov when there's a literal alien who just explained to yah the kinda shit that's just waiting to kick down our door?"
"My job is to protect American interests, first and foremost." The General retorted while folding his arms in a show of indifference which Msko took offense to.
"And wouldn't it be in your country's best interest to not let greedy business people undermine your future among the stars?" Msko blurted out with a genuinely shocked and frustrated tone. "Look, we aren't here to tell y'all how to live your lives or force you to be any sort of way. We just don't want to see our cousins become the next Arnehilians!" The War Chief almost shouted that last sentence before pausing for a moment to calm himself and continuing. "I don't give a fuck about your corporations as long as they aren't enslaving people, building autonomous combat-AI without proper oversight, or pulling some other illegal bullshit like that. I don't want to see my people’s homeworld get quarantined by Military Command because y'all can't act like responsible adults and treat people right."
"Alright, boys," Tarki quickly interjected with a motherly, if exhausted, tone in a desperate attempt to avoid the one thing she had been leaving out, "let's bring it down a bit. The gravity of this Deathworld is stressing me out enough, I don't need the pouting and yelling making it worse. Your species is still very young and there are many fresh wounds between your diverse peoples. Please, take a moment to reflect on that fact and think about the kind of relationship you want to have with each other while I take a moment to rest."
The General’s eyes watched carefully as Binko sprang from his perch and was instantly at his wife's side to support her in their walk towards a door that led outside. Their slow and awkward gait, though somewhat human-like, was almost concerning to the hardened veteran as each step looked like a struggle. As soon as the pair were through the door and it had closed behind them, the General turned towards the other men and spoke in a surprisingly compassionate manner.
"Is she alright?" The genuine way the question was asked caught all three of the men in the room off guard.
"Yeah, yeah, Earth just has pretty high gravity for a Kroke." Tens was the first to break through the shock of Andrews's concern and tried to explain as simply as he could. "Their species evolved on a planet with around 6.2 meters per second squared of gravity and the galactic standard for interspecies ships and stations is only 4 m/s2."
"Ah, is that why she referred to Earth as a Deathworld? Our gravity is relatively high?" There was something in Andrews's eyes that seemed to imply he had no intention of continuing the official discussion until the neutral diplomat returned.
"Well, Earth is classified as a Class 17 Deathworld, but it's more than just the gravity." Tens reached up to press the lens he was wearing then brought his hand back down and began making very slight and subtle gestures. "Hold on a second, let me bring up the official GCC classification…. Nope, I was wrong. It was updated to a Class 18, basically the very limit of what the Center of Xenology predicted was possible for Ascended life to evolve on. Between the extreme weather patterns, highly destructive geological activity, commonality of lethal diseases, and hyper-competitive and violent food web, it's a miracle our species survived long enough to independently develop space flight."
"Ah, it's not that bad." Andrews chuckled like a weathered old gentleman in response. "Sure, you may be freezin' in the winter and meltin' in the summer in some places. But there's a lot of really nice places too."
"I've heard Hawaii's beautiful year-round, but it's an active volcano." Mik commented then took another puff off of Tens's pipe before passing it back to the Nishnabe next to him. "Same thin' with California, 'cept they got earthquakes that'll topple buildin's instead."
"A little lava and shaking ain't the end of the world. I swear, you Matrians got it made in the shade with your climate controlled stations and colonies." The seasoned General couldn’t stop himself from letting out a bit-too-friendly of a laugh. Something about this entire interaction so far, though somewhat intimidating, simply felt so personal to him, in a good way, that he found himself relaxing after catching a whiff of the smoke pouring from the pipe. "Oh, and by the way, is that Virgina Cherry tobacco I'm smelling?"
"No, but it's better." Mik quickly answered while Tens and Msko looked at the General and then towards the pipe in Tens’s hand with mildly confused expressions. "It's got that same kinda flavor, but it's sweeter, richer, and smoother. Hands down, the single best mix I've ever tried."
"It doesn't have any of that Martian stanky shit in it, does it?" Andrews's retort had just the right amount of friendly sarcasm to put a smirk on Mik's face.
"Nah, I got that right here." The Martian shot the General a cheeky wink and partially pulled a metal cigar tube from a purpose-built pocket sewn into his jacket. "I figured you'd be a square and I didn't wanna be that guy. But it seems we got ourselves a connoisseur with refined tastes."
"I haven't partaken in the green vice since I was in high school." Andrews let out such a sincere and hearty laugh that put a smile on the faces of the three other men. "But I do find myself drawn to the sweet smoke of good tobacco mix on occasion."
"Would you wanna try some?" Tens interjected with the question the General had been waiting for. "It would be an honor to share sema with you, General."
"Wait, hold on." Msko interrupted with a somewhat serious tone. "You're a high ranking military officer, right?"
"Why, yes. In fact, I am the highest ranking officer in the US Army and a member of the Joint Chiefs of Staff." Andrews responded with just a hint of confusion before Msko's smile suddenly grew incredibly wide.
"Well, in that case, we should use my pipe." The War Chief quickly followed up. "Tens has great taste in smoke, but his choice of utensil leaves a lot to be desired. A person of your status deserves something special!"
Mik and General Andrews watched with bated breath as the War Chief reached into his large, finely decorated leather satchel and pulled out a smaller, but still quite long, leather pouch covered in micro-bead designs. The slow and reverential process of taking out the pipe bag, removing the carefully stowed stem and head, then assembling the two pieces was almost ritualistic in nature. The bulky head made of a metallic stone carved into an effigy of an eagle's head on the front, tomahawk blade on the bottom, and bowl at the top was perfectly complemented by the long, thick dark-wood stem decorated with more micro-beads, intricate silver inlays, and a variety of feathers. While Mik could do nothing but stare, General Robert Andrews was thrown back to a very particular and cherished memory from his early childhood.
"If only my great-grandfather were still here to see that." Andrews had a genuinely pleasant expression as he reminisced. "His grandfather was a member of one of the Chippewa nations and a pipe maker, but as a mixed grandkid, he didn't have enough blood quantum to enroll. I remember all the stories he used to tell me about how happy he was working in his grandfather's workshop and helping with the beading. But also how sad he was that he couldn’t really participate in the rest of the culture."
"I didn't know you were Native, Rob!" Mik instantly blurted out while both Tens and Msko once again had confusion written all across their faces. "And Nish, too!"
"Well…" There was clear hesitation from the General, both at how Mik had addressed him and how to explain this in front of the Nishnabe warriors. "If my great-grandpa wasn't Native enough to enroll, I can hardly call myself Native now, can I? I don't know the language, practice the culture, or even really know much. It's just a small part of my genealogy."
"Meh, blood quantum is stupid." The Martian retorted with a scoff while Msko and Tens locked eyes with deeply concerned looks. "If you have a real ancestral connection and you actively try to embrace it, that's what's important."
"What is 'blood quantum'?" Tens finally broke his silence and tried to repeat the phrase in English. As he leaned over slightly and tossed Msko his tobacco pouch, he was visibly struggling with what his translator had said to him. "My translator is contextualizing it as… uh… well, it doesn't makes sense to me."
"Hold on a second." Msko quickly interjected after catching the pouch with his left hand, then placing it over his heart and closing his eyes for a moment. The room was silent for the few seconds it took the War Chief to say a silent prayer to his ancestors before he opened his eyes, began packing the bowl, and continued. "Ok, so, what is this 'blood quantum' bullshit and why does it sound so exclusionary?"
"That's because it is." Mik plainly admitted. "It was part of the attempt to at genocide and some of the Tribes ended up internalizing it. I try not to judge other Tribal governments and the vast majority have moved on to lineage now. But there were a lot of people who couldn't enroll and lost all connection to their Tribe and culture because of that."
"But that doesn't really answer my question." Msko wasn't quite glaring at Mik, though the look on in those neon green eyes was quite serious. "What does the 'quantity of Native American blood' even mean? How can part of your blood be from a certain culture but the rest isn't? That's not how biology or social systems work." "Well… uh…" Mik was struggling to think of a way to explain this without giving a lecture longer than the presentation they had just sat through, which prompted the General to explain for him.
"What I'm about to say is off the record and is my personal opinion, not official policy of the United States Army or government." Andrews looked over at Msko with a very particular expression that was immediately understood. After the War Chief pressed a few buttons on his wrist, he casually crossed the short distance between himself and the General, and offered him the pipe with a knowing nod. "Thank you, I truly appreciate this. Now, if I say the words 'integration' and 'assimilation', how does your translator contextualize them?"
"Integration is something like accepting other people and their cultures while assimilation is forcing others into your…" Msko suddenly looked as if he was have a realization that he really didn't like. "Oh… and let me guess, the United States has a policy of assimilation, not integration."
"Well, the word assimilation doesn't exist in any of our official policy statements. And, again, if you try to quote me on this I'll deny it." The General paused for a moment to pull out his US Army branded lighter, bring the pipe up to his lips, and take an experienced puff. Allowing the smoke to linger in his mouth before inhaling slightly, he continued speaking while smooth smoke tumbled out of his mouth. "But Dr. River is right about both about this absolutely delicious tobacco and the genocide of Native Americans. And, to be completely honest with you, the irony of that statement is palpable. When Europeans first contacted Native Americans and were introduced to tobacco, they didn't integrate the traditional understanding and use of tobacco. No, what they did with tobacco is the same thing that happened with the damn near everything else here, it was assimilated into European practices and cultures without any consideration for the local people."
"To be completely fair, Rob," Mik chimed as he and Tens walked over and formed a smoking circle with the General and the War Chief, "Europeans have done that all across the world, not just the Americas. And I'd say it wasn't just the Europeans neither. There're bastards all over the world who think they have the right to force people to be a certain kinda way. Shit like that just ain't right."
"So, blood quantum was a way to forcefully assimilate Native Americans?" Tens asked while watching the General respectfully passing the pipe back to Msko.
"In short, yes." Andrews had a genuinely remorseful expression on face as the War Chief took a puff off the pipe and passed it Tens. "Up until the disbandment era, the US government recognized Native American Nations as sovereign, dependent nations. However, in the first couple hundred years of this country's history, there was a requirement that any enrolled member of a Native Nation must have a certain portion of their heritage associated with a specific Nation to be recognized by the US government. It was usually between a half and a quarter, meaning at least one parent or grandparent had to be full blood, to enroll. Some Nations changed that rule when they were given the opportunity, but not all of them. I believe some of the Tribal governments on Mars still use blood quantum to a certain degree, though I'm sure Dr. River will correct me on that."
"Nah, you're right, and it pisses me off!" Mik's tone and expression showed how bothered he was by the continued use of this exclusionary practice. "Blood quantum was just the colonizer's attempt to breed us out of existence. Like, I try not to judge other Tribes and how they run their governments, but some shit just makes me mad. When I see a person who lives by the Teaching and honors their ancestors get denied enrollment, or, even worse, when a supposedly full blood Native thinks they're better than me just cuz my ma was Ukrainian, it just makes my fuckin' blood boil."
"This whole concept is confusing the hell out of me." Tens spoke up while passing the pipe to Mik. "I can understand cultural differences and people losing touch with their ancestors' culture, and thus forming a new culture. Or, a person leaving one cultural group and joining another. But I just don't understand how people can divide each other based on genetics when our species is one of the most homogenous in the entire galaxy. And that isn't just within the Nishnabe. The medical report I just looked up shows all of us on Earth, Mars, and Shkegpewen are between 99.6 and 99.9 percent identical on a genetic level."
"That's cuz it ain't genetic, man, it's goddamn skin color." Mik replied after taking a moment to really examine the smoking utensil in his hand and taking a long drag. "I'm Citizen Potawatomi and my Tribe's blood quantum was initially determined by some drunk White guy who couldn't tell the difference between a tan and skin tone. Fucker decided that some parents and grandparents were less Native than their kids cuz the kids had been outside and runnin' around all summer and adults had been spending alotta time inside."
"Oh, that is so fucking stupid." Msko blurted out while rubbing the bridge of his nose. "So, someone looked at you, a person who is trying to speak the language, practice the culture, and live by the Teachings, and said, 'I'm better than you cuz I'm darker'? I would smack the ever-loving shit outta anyone who said that to me. There are Hi-Koth, Kyim'ayik, and a few other species that live with us and follow the Teachings better than Tens here while still practicing their traditional cultures. And we absolutely consider them as full citizens of the Nishnabe Confederacy regardless of what they look like, where they're from, or their specific cultural practices."
"In theory, that is kind of how the United States is supposed to work as well." The General spoke up while Mik passed him the pipe. “We’re supposed to accept anyone and everyone. However, historically, that has come at the cost of a person's traditional cultural identity. People here aren’t British or Chinese or Nigerian, they’re Americans. All of them. For good or bad, we try to be accepting of everyone and have largely moved past things like skin color as a means of dividing people. In the 2050s, there were even reparations given out to the descendants of former slaves, and that kicked off about 100 years of healing the racial divides in America. It really is a shame that the tribes were disbanded about 50 years ago because, besides that, this country really has come a long way towards becoming who we should have been this whole time.”
“A corporate-State run for the benefit of the ultra-wealthy?” Mik’s snarky remark caused the General’s eyes to roll with annoyance while taking a drag off the pipe.
“I said, ‘in theory’, damn it!” The sarcastic chuckle Andrews let out was the only thing that stopped Msko from lambasting Mik for the snide remark.
There was progress being made, official or otherwise, and the War Chief didn't want inappropriate jokes or comments to ruin that. As the General took a puff off the pipe, still chuckling to himself as he did so, Msko felt his wrist-mounted communicator begin to vibrate. Though he didn't want to upset the flow of this positive interaction, he trusted that his orders to only disturb him if there was an emergency were being followed. With a sharp chirp-like whistle, he drew the group's attention to his now flashing communicator and pressed a button to activate it.
"Report." The War Chief barked with a deepened voice.
"War Chief, we have a situation at the South East gate of the facility." A feminine voice answered. "There is a growing crowd of people at the south gate to the facility, including some reporters."
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"So, let me see if I got all of this right." General Andrews held up his notepad and adjusted his reading glasses as he quickly glanced over what he had written down. "The red and brown crabs are fascists who will eat you as soon as talk to you, the little gray men are slavers who genuinely believe they own you by default, and there's some kind of eldritch horrors that just float around in space and consume any biomass they detect? And that's just who's in the local area?"
"Yes. And also, there are Bandari, the… uh… frog pirates who steal things and kidnap people as their chosen profession." Considering how this was all for the benefit of the General, as well as Mik, Tarki was doing her best to speak in English and mimic the neutral accent Andrews had been using.
"Almost forgot about them." The General turned a page back on his notepad to read what he had written down about the flamboyant reptilians the golden avian had described at the very beginning of the presentation. "But they don't seem anywhere near as bad as the rest."
"That's because they're not." Msko chimed in, the translated voice in Andrews's ear features hints of boredom as the War Chief nonchalantly sat on a table a few paces away. "You can actually have a conversation with 'em sometimes. But they could still be a serious threat to Sol and Earth if an entire fleet showed up for a raid."
"But your fleet could handle them, right?" General Andrews shot back with a tone that implied he already knew the answer. Receiving only a bored smile and nod as an answer, he continued. "Well, isn't that just convenient for you? It seems that without your fleet, we Earthlings would be completely at the mercy of an uncaring at best, and outright hostile at worst, galaxy full of horrors."
Though the General shot Msko a snide look, the War Chief simply shrugged and nodded towards Tarki for her to explain.
"To a certain degree, that is correct. However, if it were not the Nishnabe Confederacy performing the initial security and evaluation of this system, who are members of your own species might I mention," Tarki let that fact hang in the air for a second before continuing, "it would have been either the Qui’ztar Fifth Matriarchy or the Nukatov Unified Coalition's Second Sphere, neither of which are… as nice or familiar as the Nishnabe."
"Yes, yes, I've already had the pleasure of a conversation with Fleet Admiral Atxika." Andrews half snorted as he thought about how brazen and confident that woman was towards him. "She was not what I would consider a friendly person."
"Atxika is from the Third Matriarchy, not the Fifth, and is actually quite kind if you show her the proper amount of respect. She has been an Admiral for nearly 20 years, after all. The Fifth Matriarchy, on the other hand, are… culturally far more aggressive and far less tolerant of disrespect. The Nukatovs, as a species, just really like to fight and will take any excuse to do so." Tarki pressed a few buttons on her data tablet and triggered a large hologram of the Milky Way galaxy to appear with hundreds of divided up sections. With a few more commands, Tarki caused the map to zoom in on a familiar area vaguely familiar to the General. "This is the pre-Ascension exclusion zone around the Sol System, which has a roughly 750 light-year radius. As you can see, it sits squared between the patrol sectors of the Third Matriarchy and the Second Sphere. Until your species reaches galactic standards of technology, one of them would have provided security in and around your star system, assuming you didn't already have exceptionally competent cousins capable of doing so."
"You all just assume we are incapable of defending ourselves?" Though he was now aware of the major threats Earth, Mars, and the rest of the solar system faced, the General couldn't help but feel like this was all too convenient. Or, more specifically, that there was some critical piece of information being left out.
"That isn't an assumption, General. It is a fact." Though the expression on the avian's face was unfamiliar to the human, he could still tell she was being deadly serious. "Your people have yet to independently develop active shielding, your standard firearm-based weapons are incredibly inefficient, and the most advanced technology native to this system is the FTL drive Mikhail developed, which is still highly experimental. The only other technology at or above galactic standards would be the mechanized combat walker suits that Mikhail also owns."
"Don't forget about my ship." Mik chimed in from the corner of the room he and Tens were smoking in. "Not the 'dewbi, but the one NAN's buildin' for me."
"How in the hell did you get access to alien technology already?" The General actually had hints of jealousy in his voice as he turned in his chair and fully redirected his attention towards the Martian.
"I bought the mechs, and the ship was a gift." The beard man shrugged then took a long drag off of Tens's somewhat small and short pipe.
"Bought? Gift?!?" General Andrews's jealousy was now mixed with anger. "So MarsGov was given access to alien weapons of war? And neither the US nor UN-E were given that same opportunity? That-" Before the rant could start, Msko cut General Andrews off.
"No, those are Mik's personal property and he has agreed not to take full possession of them until we can get all of this drama sorted out. However, humanity as a whole will absolutely have full access to the most advanced technologies in the galaxy, some of which we have developed ourselves, once we feel we can trust you." Msko was starting to get annoyed by how the General was treating everything as a threat despite the War Chief's best efforts to help him understand the situation. "We genuinely had the intention of gifting you, our long separated but never forgotten cousins, a fleet of dozens of ships, vast amounts of resources and production capabilities, and all of the knowledge and wisdom we have acquired over the centuries. However, the governments of Earth have proven they cannot be trusted yet, especially your government."
"And MarsGov can be trusted?" The General scoffed at the implication that he or his military couldn't be trusted but their primary adversary could be.
"I didn't say that, did I?" Msko shot back with a dismissive chuckle. "No offense Mik, but there are a lot of very angry people in your government. And they seem to be almost completely incapable of forming any kind of consensus, except in the face of the most extreme and pressing issues. I am not in the habit of giving potentially-violent agitators access to technologies that could be used for mass destruction."
"Fair enough." Mik chuckled as he let out a cloud of smoke which was quickly absorbed by the nearby air vent. "There's a reason I don't talk to my pops anymore. If I let him have access to my mechs, he'd make your life hell, Rob."
"And what exactly were your plans with the equipment you acquired, Dr. River?" General Andrews ignored the overly personal way Mik had just addressed him and focused on his more pressing concerns. "Be completely honest with me, how much land were you gonna try to take back?"
"None! I swear!" Mik's smile had suddenly vanished as his medium tan became slightly pale. "I just wanna see the stars and have some mech-fighting competitions, man, not start a goddamn war! Hell, if anythin' I'd just buy the fuckin' land back."
"You really expect me to believe that?" Though the General flat out refused to accept the concept of 'mech-fighting competitions' with military hardware, the Martian looked about as honest as a person could.
"Look man, there're aliens right there!" Mik motioned towards Tarki at the front of the room and then at Binko who was silently perched next to Tens. "No offense, you two. But damn, General, how can yah still be thinking about the bullshit between UN-E and MarsGov when there's a literal alien who just explained to yah the kinda shit that's just waiting to kick down our door?"
"My job is to protect American interests, first and foremost." The General retorted while folding his arms in a show of indifference which Msko took offense to.
"And wouldn't it be in your country's best interest to not let greedy business people undermine your future among the stars?" Msko blurted out with a genuinely shocked and frustrated tone. "Look, we aren't here to tell y'all how to live your lives or force you to be any sort of way. We just don't want to see our cousins become the next Arnehilians!" The War Chief almost shouted that last sentence before pausing for a moment to calm himself and continuing. "I don't give a fuck about your corporations as long as they aren't enslaving people, building autonomous combat-AI without proper oversight, or pulling some other illegal bullshit like that. I don't want to see my people’s homeworld get quarantined by Military Command because y'all can't act like responsible adults and treat people right."
"Alright, boys," Tarki quickly interjected with a motherly, if exhausted, tone in a desperate attempt to avoid the one thing she had been leaving out, "let's bring it down a bit. The gravity of this Deathworld is stressing me out enough, I don't need the pouting and yelling making it worse. Your species is still very young and there are many fresh wounds between your diverse peoples. Please, take a moment to reflect on that fact and think about the kind of relationship you want to have with each other while I take a moment to rest."
The General’s eyes watched carefully as Binko sprang from his perch and was instantly at his wife's side to support her in their walk towards a door that led outside. Their slow and awkward gait, though somewhat human-like, was almost concerning to the hardened veteran as each step looked like a struggle. As soon as the pair were through the door and it had closed behind them, the General turned towards the other men and spoke in a surprisingly compassionate manner.
"Is she alright?" The genuine way the question was asked caught all three of the men in the room off guard.
"Yeah, yeah, Earth just has pretty high gravity for a Kroke." Tens was the first to break through the shock of Andrews's concern and tried to explain as simply as he could. "Their species evolved on a planet with around 6.2 meters per second squared of gravity and the galactic standard for interspecies ships and stations is only 4 m/s2."
"Ah, is that why she referred to Earth as a Deathworld? Our gravity is relatively high?" There was something in Andrews's eyes that seemed to imply he had no intention of continuing the official discussion until the neutral diplomat returned.
"Well, Earth is classified as a Class 17 Deathworld, but it's more than just the gravity." Tens reached up to press the lens he was wearing then brought his hand back down and began making very slight and subtle gestures. "Hold on a second, let me bring up the official GCC classification…. Nope, I was wrong. It was updated to a Class 18, basically the very limit of what the Center of Xenology predicted was possible for Ascended life to evolve on. Between the extreme weather patterns, highly destructive geological activity, commonality of lethal diseases, and hyper-competitive and violent food web, it's a miracle our species survived long enough to independently develop space flight."
"Ah, it's not that bad." Andrews chuckled like a weathered old gentleman in response. "Sure, you may be freezin' in the winter and meltin' in the summer in some places. But there's a lot of really nice places too."
"I've heard Hawaii's beautiful year-round, but it's an active volcano." Mik commented then took another puff off of Tens's pipe before passing it back to the Nishnabe next to him. "Same thin' with California, 'cept they got earthquakes that'll topple buildin's instead."
"A little lava and shaking ain't the end of the world. I swear, you Matrians got it made in the shade with your climate controlled stations and colonies." The seasoned General couldn’t stop himself from letting out a bit-too-friendly of a laugh. Something about this entire interaction so far, though somewhat intimidating, simply felt so personal to him, in a good way, that he found himself relaxing after catching a whiff of the smoke pouring from the pipe. "Oh, and by the way, is that Virgina Cherry tobacco I'm smelling?"
"No, but it's better." Mik quickly answered while Tens and Msko looked at the General and then towards the pipe in Tens’s hand with mildly confused expressions. "It's got that same kinda flavor, but it's sweeter, richer, and smoother. Hands down, the single best mix I've ever tried."
"It doesn't have any of that Martian stanky shit in it, does it?" Andrews's retort had just the right amount of friendly sarcasm to put a smirk on Mik's face.
"Nah, I got that right here." The Martian shot the General a cheeky wink and partially pulled a metal cigar tube from a purpose-built pocket sewn into his jacket. "I figured you'd be a square and I didn't wanna be that guy. But it seems we got ourselves a connoisseur with refined tastes."
"I haven't partaken in the green vice since I was in high school." Andrews let out such a sincere and hearty laugh that put a smile on the faces of the three other men. "But I do find myself drawn to the sweet smoke of good tobacco mix on occasion."
"Would you wanna try some?" Tens interjected with the question the General had been waiting for. "It would be an honor to share sema with you, General."
"Wait, hold on." Msko interrupted with a somewhat serious tone. "You're a high ranking military officer, right?"
"Why, yes. In fact, I am the highest ranking officer in the US Army and a member of the Joint Chiefs of Staff." Andrews responded with just a hint of confusion before Msko's smile suddenly grew incredibly wide.
"Well, in that case, we should use my pipe." The War Chief quickly followed up. "Tens has great taste in smoke, but his choice of utensil leaves a lot to be desired. A person of your status deserves something special!"
Mik and General Andrews watched with bated breath as the War Chief reached into his large, finely decorated leather satchel and pulled out a smaller, but still quite long, leather pouch covered in micro-bead designs. The slow and reverential process of taking out the pipe bag, removing the carefully stowed stem and head, then assembling the two pieces was almost ritualistic in nature. The bulky head made of a metallic stone carved into an effigy of an eagle's head on the front, tomahawk blade on the bottom, and bowl at the top was perfectly complemented by the long, thick dark-wood stem decorated with more micro-beads, intricate silver inlays, and a variety of feathers. While Mik could do nothing but stare, General Robert Andrews was thrown back to a very particular and cherished memory from his early childhood.
"If only my great-grandfather were still here to see that." Andrews had a genuinely pleasant expression as he reminisced. "His grandfather was a member of one of the Chippewa nations and a pipe maker, but as a mixed grandkid, he didn't have enough blood quantum to enroll. I remember all the stories he used to tell me about how happy he was working in his grandfather's workshop and helping with the beading. But also how sad he was that he couldn’t really participate in the rest of the culture."
"I didn't know you were Native, Rob!" Mik instantly blurted out while both Tens and Msko once again had confusion written all across their faces. "And Nish, too!"
"Well…" There was clear hesitation from the General, both at how Mik had addressed him and how to explain this in front of the Nishnabe warriors. "If my great-grandpa wasn't Native enough to enroll, I can hardly call myself Native now, can I? I don't know the language, practice the culture, or even really know much. It's just a small part of my genealogy."
"Meh, blood quantum is stupid." The Martian retorted with a scoff while Msko and Tens locked eyes with deeply concerned looks. "If you have a real ancestral connection and you actively try to embrace it, that's what's important."
"What is 'blood quantum'?" Tens finally broke his silence and tried to repeat the phrase in English. As he leaned over slightly and tossed Msko his tobacco pouch, he was visibly struggling with what his translator had said to him. "My translator is contextualizing it as… uh… well, it doesn't makes sense to me."
"Hold on a second." Msko quickly interjected after catching the pouch with his left hand, then placing it over his heart and closing his eyes for a moment. The room was silent for the few seconds it took the War Chief to say a silent prayer to his ancestors before he opened his eyes, began packing the bowl, and continued. "Ok, so, what is this 'blood quantum' bullshit and why does it sound so exclusionary?"
"That's because it is." Mik plainly admitted. "It was part of the attempt to at genocide and some of the Tribes ended up internalizing it. I try not to judge other Tribal governments and the vast majority have moved on to lineage now. But there were a lot of people who couldn't enroll and lost all connection to their Tribe and culture because of that."
"But that doesn't really answer my question." Msko wasn't quite glaring at Mik, though the look on in those neon green eyes was quite serious. "What does the 'quantity of Native American blood' even mean? How can part of your blood be from a certain culture but the rest isn't? That's not how biology or social systems work." "Well… uh…" Mik was struggling to think of a way to explain this without giving a lecture longer than the presentation they had just sat through, which prompted the General to explain for him.
"What I'm about to say is off the record and is my personal opinion, not official policy of the United States Army or government." Andrews looked over at Msko with a very particular expression that was immediately understood. After the War Chief pressed a few buttons on his wrist, he casually crossed the short distance between himself and the General, and offered him the pipe with a knowing nod. "Thank you, I truly appreciate this. Now, if I say the words 'integration' and 'assimilation', how does your translator contextualize them?"
"Integration is something like accepting other people and their cultures while assimilation is forcing others into your…" Msko suddenly looked as if he was have a realization that he really didn't like. "Oh… and let me guess, the United States has a policy of assimilation, not integration."
"Well, the word assimilation doesn't exist in any of our official policy statements. And, again, if you try to quote me on this I'll deny it." The General paused for a moment to pull out his US Army branded lighter, bring the pipe up to his lips, and take an experienced puff. Allowing the smoke to linger in his mouth before inhaling slightly, he continued speaking while smooth smoke tumbled out of his mouth. "But Dr. River is right about both about this absolutely delicious tobacco and the genocide of Native Americans. And, to be completely honest with you, the irony of that statement is palpable. When Europeans first contacted Native Americans and were introduced to tobacco, they didn't integrate the traditional understanding and use of tobacco. No, what they did with tobacco is the same thing that happened with the damn near everything else here, it was assimilated into European practices and cultures without any consideration for the local people."
"To be completely fair, Rob," Mik chimed as he and Tens walked over and formed a smoking circle with the General and the War Chief, "Europeans have done that all across the world, not just the Americas. And I'd say it wasn't just the Europeans neither. There're bastards all over the world who think they have the right to force people to be a certain kinda way. Shit like that just ain't right."
"So, blood quantum was a way to forcefully assimilate Native Americans?" Tens asked while watching the General respectfully passing the pipe back to Msko.
"In short, yes." Andrews had a genuinely remorseful expression on face as the War Chief took a puff off the pipe and passed it Tens. "Up until the disbandment era, the US government recognized Native American Nations as sovereign, dependent nations. However, in the first couple hundred years of this country's history, there was a requirement that any enrolled member of a Native Nation must have a certain portion of their heritage associated with a specific Nation to be recognized by the US government. It was usually between a half and a quarter, meaning at least one parent or grandparent had to be full blood, to enroll. Some Nations changed that rule when they were given the opportunity, but not all of them. I believe some of the Tribal governments on Mars still use blood quantum to a certain degree, though I'm sure Dr. River will correct me on that."
"Nah, you're right, and it pisses me off!" Mik's tone and expression showed how bothered he was by the continued use of this exclusionary practice. "Blood quantum was just the colonizer's attempt to breed us out of existence. Like, I try not to judge other Tribes and how they run their governments, but some shit just makes me mad. When I see a person who lives by the Teaching and honors their ancestors get denied enrollment, or, even worse, when a supposedly full blood Native thinks they're better than me just cuz my ma was Ukrainian, it just makes my fuckin' blood boil."
"This whole concept is confusing the hell out of me." Tens spoke up while passing the pipe to Mik. "I can understand cultural differences and people losing touch with their ancestors' culture, and thus forming a new culture. Or, a person leaving one cultural group and joining another. But I just don't understand how people can divide each other based on genetics when our species is one of the most homogenous in the entire galaxy. And that isn't just within the Nishnabe. The medical report I just looked up shows all of us on Earth, Mars, and Shkegpewen are between 99.6 and 99.9 percent identical on a genetic level."
"That's cuz it ain't genetic, man, it's goddamn skin color." Mik replied after taking a moment to really examine the smoking utensil in his hand and taking a long drag. "I'm Citizen Potawatomi and my Tribe's blood quantum was initially determined by some drunk White guy who couldn't tell the difference between a tan and skin tone. Fucker decided that some parents and grandparents were less Native than their kids cuz the kids had been outside and runnin' around all summer and adults had been spending alotta time inside."
"Oh, that is so fucking stupid." Msko blurted out while rubbing the bridge of his nose. "So, someone looked at you, a person who is trying to speak the language, practice the culture, and live by the Teachings, and said, 'I'm better than you cuz I'm darker'? I would smack the ever-loving shit outta anyone who said that to me. There are Hi-Koth, Kyim'ayik, and a few other species that live with us and follow the Teachings better than Tens here while still practicing their traditional cultures. And we absolutely consider them as full citizens of the Nishnabe Confederacy regardless of what they look like, where they're from, or their specific cultural practices."
"In theory, that is kind of how the United States is supposed to work as well." The General spoke up while Mik passed him the pipe. “We’re supposed to accept anyone and everyone. However, historically, that has come at the cost of a person's traditional cultural identity. People here aren’t British or Chinese or Nigerian, they’re Americans. All of them. For good or bad, we try to be accepting of everyone and have largely moved past things like skin color as a means of dividing people. In the 2050s, there were even reparations given out to the descendants of former slaves, and that kicked off about 100 years of healing the racial divides in America. It really is a shame that the tribes were disbanded about 50 years ago because, besides that, this country really has come a long way towards becoming who we should have been this whole time.”
“A corporate-State run for the benefit of the ultra-wealthy?” Mik’s snarky remark caused the General’s eyes to roll with annoyance while taking a drag off the pipe.
“I said, ‘in theory’, damn it!” The sarcastic chuckle Andrews let out was the only thing that stopped Msko from lambasting Mik for the snide remark.
There was progress being made, official or otherwise, and the War Chief didn't want inappropriate jokes or comments to ruin that. As the General took a puff off the pipe, still chuckling to himself as he did so, Msko felt his wrist-mounted communicator begin to vibrate. Though he didn't want to upset the flow of this positive interaction, he trusted that his orders to only disturb him if there was an emergency were being followed. With a sharp chirp-like whistle, he drew the group's attention to his now flashing communicator and pressed a button to activate it.
"Report." The War Chief barked with a deepened voice.
"War Chief, we have a situation at the South East gate of the facility." A feminine voice answered. "There is a growing crowd of people at the south gate to the facility, including some reporters."
2023.05.31 18:50 LadyLycanVamp Looking for an illustrated Little Mermaid book I had in the 90s
The original tale not Disney. The mermaids had silver tails and they wore long strands of pearls in their dark hair. I have searched google without luck.
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2023.05.31 18:50 Substantial-Hour-522 Loa basics
I'm gonna answer some of the most asked questions I have seen and literally just let yall know that you are limitless
1) "It's not working ,I have been "TRYING", Wrong the law is always working there's always things shifting behind the scenes ,regardless of techniques the fact you know this law exists is more than enough because it's starts a neural pathway in your brain to back that up "Nothing to change but self" -Neville Goddard so even in the toughest times the desire already affected events ahead of time ,techniques were never needed imo they simply help your mind ,possibly accelerate the process but again this is subject to change because in my own experience there has been times were I doubted questioned and had negative feelings and it occurrd anyway and in a small amount of time ....so yeah there's always movement happening that sometimes you can't see wether it's 100 people or 1 million people needing to move it WILL occur.. if someone needs to miss their morning coffee ,maybe do something they haven't done before they will because it's YOUR REALITY ,not the neighbors ,not your ex bfs,not your family members ,YOURS what you say overrides whatever THEY have to say..
2) Do I need to feel an emotion? No again if you feel good visualizing and it gives you a feeling GREAT ,if it does not GREAT it will still occur regardless feelings do not affect it as mentioned above it is simply an emotion "energy in motion" Dr.Joe speaks about this... I feel like some people mislead others with information how they need to feel and it drives them into an anxious spiral (even then your gonna get what you want) but this whole worry of "am i doing it right" yes even you saying that means you are because you CHOOSE to find this information ,you CHOOSE to know that even if you don't believe it ,you KNOWW within the possibility exists through this law .. So even if you cry and get upset it is dead weight towards it ,do not walk on eggshells and do not let other people tell you you are wrong for doing so.. so again emotions do not affect the manifestation.
3) Circumstances
"But they said this" "but they blocked me" "they said to never talk to them again" "they moves to Jupiter and have no way of talking to them :("
ALL CIRCUMSTANCES ... anything against it=circumstance, this is where techniques come in and again they are OPTIONAL not REQUIRED A very efficient one and imo works the fastest is robotic affirming ,which is self explanatory affirming without emotion ,this is because what you are affirming repeatedly overrides any circumstance and has no actual power regardless ,people don't have power over you,negative thoughts don't have power over you . Sometimes thoughts will rise up to protect you but simply don't give an emotion to them ,meditating or even taking deep breaths can make this easier and like anything else with practice you'll become a master at not paying attention to them.. I saw a post on here on how when the mind slowly starts taking away the focus from such thoughts they all go away together because the mind is like "we'll looks like captain isn't paying any attention to us we gotta go,and what else is left ??" The good things the stuff you want !!
Pretty sure I covered anything ,if yall have any questions ask away :)), you are limitless and don't focus too much on this illusion we can life it is MALLEABLE it is NEVER set in stone everything is atoms nothing else ,we are all one consciousness your desires aren't separate, yesterday is gone every second is a new opportunity to invite yourself again oh one more thing
4) Revision
This is just like manifesting except with different wording which simply put Is changing the past and for this you can also robotically affirm and use the word "always been " for instance "MY family has always been rich" "my life has always been perfect" Guys these are just affirmations but they have an insane amount if power because it alters the past and anything from the past that has to change will .
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1) "It's not working ,I have been "TRYING", Wrong the law is always working there's always things shifting behind the scenes ,regardless of techniques the fact you know this law exists is more than enough because it's starts a neural pathway in your brain to back that up "Nothing to change but self" -Neville Goddard so even in the toughest times the desire already affected events ahead of time ,techniques were never needed imo they simply help your mind ,possibly accelerate the process but again this is subject to change because in my own experience there has been times were I doubted questioned and had negative feelings and it occurrd anyway and in a small amount of time ....so yeah there's always movement happening that sometimes you can't see wether it's 100 people or 1 million people needing to move it WILL occur.. if someone needs to miss their morning coffee ,maybe do something they haven't done before they will because it's YOUR REALITY ,not the neighbors ,not your ex bfs,not your family members ,YOURS what you say overrides whatever THEY have to say..
2) Do I need to feel an emotion? No again if you feel good visualizing and it gives you a feeling GREAT ,if it does not GREAT it will still occur regardless feelings do not affect it as mentioned above it is simply an emotion "energy in motion" Dr.Joe speaks about this... I feel like some people mislead others with information how they need to feel and it drives them into an anxious spiral (even then your gonna get what you want) but this whole worry of "am i doing it right" yes even you saying that means you are because you CHOOSE to find this information ,you CHOOSE to know that even if you don't believe it ,you KNOWW within the possibility exists through this law .. So even if you cry and get upset it is dead weight towards it ,do not walk on eggshells and do not let other people tell you you are wrong for doing so.. so again emotions do not affect the manifestation.
3) Circumstances
"But they said this" "but they blocked me" "they said to never talk to them again" "they moves to Jupiter and have no way of talking to them :("
ALL CIRCUMSTANCES ... anything against it=circumstance, this is where techniques come in and again they are OPTIONAL not REQUIRED A very efficient one and imo works the fastest is robotic affirming ,which is self explanatory affirming without emotion ,this is because what you are affirming repeatedly overrides any circumstance and has no actual power regardless ,people don't have power over you,negative thoughts don't have power over you . Sometimes thoughts will rise up to protect you but simply don't give an emotion to them ,meditating or even taking deep breaths can make this easier and like anything else with practice you'll become a master at not paying attention to them.. I saw a post on here on how when the mind slowly starts taking away the focus from such thoughts they all go away together because the mind is like "we'll looks like captain isn't paying any attention to us we gotta go,and what else is left ??" The good things the stuff you want !!
Pretty sure I covered anything ,if yall have any questions ask away :)), you are limitless and don't focus too much on this illusion we can life it is MALLEABLE it is NEVER set in stone everything is atoms nothing else ,we are all one consciousness your desires aren't separate, yesterday is gone every second is a new opportunity to invite yourself again oh one more thing
4) Revision
This is just like manifesting except with different wording which simply put Is changing the past and for this you can also robotically affirm and use the word "always been " for instance "MY family has always been rich" "my life has always been perfect" Guys these are just affirmations but they have an insane amount if power because it alters the past and anything from the past that has to change will .
2023.05.31 18:50 B4jiqu4n Luke’s Partner in Crime
Lucario
Lucario is a bipedal, canine-like humanoid with predominantly blue and black fur. It possesses a short, round spike on the back of each forepaw, in addition to a third on its chest. It has red eyes, a long snout, and ears. When its mouth is open, two pairs of pointed teeth, one in the upper jaw and one in the lower, can be seen. It possesses cream-colored fur on its torso and blue fur on its thighs that resemble shorts. It has a medium-length tail of the same blue color as well. It stands on its toes rather than on its entire foot. It has developed four black appendages that hang down from its head, which rise when Lucario reads or manipulates aura, a special energy that it senses.Lucario can study auras to predict the movements of its opponents and track their quarry. With sufficient training, a Lucario can read auras to understand how living beings are feeling from more than half a mile (1 kilometer) away. However, it sometimes ends up learning things it would rather not know, causing it to get stressed out easily. It also has the power to manipulate this energy in an offensive manner, in the form of explosive spheres of energy. Lucario can understand human speech and have been reported to communicate with humans through telepathy. Lucario is considered to be prideful and is extremely loyal to its companions. It also seems to have a natural sense of justice, as it only trusts those with righteous hearts. It is an exceptionally rare creature that usually lives deep in mountains very far from people to improve their skills. Lucario are primarily carnivores, hunting their prey in packs. It has also been seen eating chocolate, even though chocolate is not part of its natural diet.
50% HP
Lucario has a +4 to attack rolls and a +2 to dodge and initiative rolls.
Aura Sphere - Lucario puts its hands together and creates a blue ball of energy in between them. Lucario then fires the ball at the opponent dealing high aura damage. This attack is guaranteed to hit, unless the target is flying/burrowed underground. However, creatures with resistance against bullets or outright bulletproof creatures can defend against the attack. This ability has a 5 round cooldown.
Close Combat - Lucario gets up close to an opponent with rapid kicks and punches, and on a hit, lowers an opponent's bonus to block rolls by -1 for the rest of combat and deals high bludgeoning damage. This ability has a 4 round cooldown.
Counter - Lucario attempts to use an opponent's own attack against them. When an opponent makes a melee attack against Lucario, they can use Counter in order to make their own melee attack that will deal double the damage they took from the opponent's melee attack in bludgeoning damage on a hit. This ability has a 6-round cooldown.
Heal Pulse - Lucario focuses their own aura, recovering from their wounds. Lucario recovers 10% + 1d10% HP. This ability has a 5 round cooldown.
Inner Focus - Lucario is immune to being stunned.
Justified - When hit by a dark/evil attack, Lucario’s damage will increase by 10% for the rest of combat.
Resistant - Lucario has a 50% resistance against non-magical melee/ranged attacks, along with metallic, ice, dark/evil, draconic, and nature damage (vines, grass, etc). They also have a 75% resistance against attacks from insects or stone/rock attacks.
Flaws: Lucario takes X2 melee, fire, and ground-based damage (Spikes, Earth, etc)
2023.05.31 18:50 lonelyrollin Possible UFO sighting
I saw my first possible UFO last night but im conflicted. My natural instinct is to believe what happened was aliens but I also want to rationalize the exprience.
Before I talk more on my thoughts - here is what I wrote down last night. Slightly modified for legibility -
Tonight 5/30/2023 around only 10pm. I'm rewatching a series on YouTube. I'm zoned out not paying much attention daydreaming & meditating, while doing so in my mind I see a visual of a grey alien looking into my window. I turn around and I see a bright star I stare at it for a while it seems odd, I kinda expected to see it jolt up or move. But it remains stationary - honestly I just moved here its roughly 10 min out of town and I'm surrounded by wilderness I'll see bears and moose on my way into town. So I don't think much of it maybe the stars out here are just that bright so I lay back down. Later I look out again to see if it's still there and it's completely gone.
I also had strange dreams last night. I was walking around my house with two beings but only a few times during the dreams did I get visuals of what would be an alien and that was more as an image in my head as opposed to directly seeing them that way. However along with other forms I saw directly on the beings I did repeatedly see them appear as short formless humanoids about 4 feet tall - along with seeing them as humans and formless beings the height of the humans. I had these dreams for hours while constantly waking up and going back to sleep.
Back to the possible UFO I saw while awake. One of the biggest things that kinda sway me from believing it 100% - is that it was dark so I couldn't tell where it was at with accuracy but to me It appeared right over the mountain peaks and it could've been touching which means it could've been a physical object on the mountain or something simply coming from human activity. I also never saw it disappear if it was truely a star it could've just set behind the mountains.
What're your thoughts? It has a lot of similar characteristics to other peoples experiences - seeing a UFO before seeing them in your dreams, even having psychic/telepathic communication. I've also had a similar vision after first viewing the place & other strange dreams since moving it. But I wanna talk more on and understand seeing the light more objectively.
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Before I talk more on my thoughts - here is what I wrote down last night. Slightly modified for legibility -
Tonight 5/30/2023 around only 10pm. I'm rewatching a series on YouTube. I'm zoned out not paying much attention daydreaming & meditating, while doing so in my mind I see a visual of a grey alien looking into my window. I turn around and I see a bright star I stare at it for a while it seems odd, I kinda expected to see it jolt up or move. But it remains stationary - honestly I just moved here its roughly 10 min out of town and I'm surrounded by wilderness I'll see bears and moose on my way into town. So I don't think much of it maybe the stars out here are just that bright so I lay back down. Later I look out again to see if it's still there and it's completely gone.
I also had strange dreams last night. I was walking around my house with two beings but only a few times during the dreams did I get visuals of what would be an alien and that was more as an image in my head as opposed to directly seeing them that way. However along with other forms I saw directly on the beings I did repeatedly see them appear as short formless humanoids about 4 feet tall - along with seeing them as humans and formless beings the height of the humans. I had these dreams for hours while constantly waking up and going back to sleep.
Back to the possible UFO I saw while awake. One of the biggest things that kinda sway me from believing it 100% - is that it was dark so I couldn't tell where it was at with accuracy but to me It appeared right over the mountain peaks and it could've been touching which means it could've been a physical object on the mountain or something simply coming from human activity. I also never saw it disappear if it was truely a star it could've just set behind the mountains.
What're your thoughts? It has a lot of similar characteristics to other peoples experiences - seeing a UFO before seeing them in your dreams, even having psychic/telepathic communication. I've also had a similar vision after first viewing the place & other strange dreams since moving it. But I wanna talk more on and understand seeing the light more objectively.
2023.05.31 18:50 Kloveindia Cosrx Advanced Snail Cream Cream for Hydrating Skin Shop from KLove Online - K-Love
 | submitted by Kloveindia to u/Kloveindia [link] [comments] KLove This All In One Cream contains 92% snail secretion filtrate that has soothing, healing and calming properties that helps to regenerate and repair the skin.
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2023.05.31 18:49 Bleeeful An important decsion, do i finish DS3 before starting Elden Ring?
So i have both elden ring and dark souls 3 adn have played both but not gotten far in either at all before life got in the way and i stopped playing them, however recently i've been hankering for some DS3 so i started a palythrough adn am currently in the undead settlement (about where i got to last time) however, i now really want to play elden ring again as ive been watching a bunch of videos on it, last time i played i beat godrick. So do i just quit DS3 adn play elden ring? or stick to DS3 and try postpone elden ring?
What do you guys think :)
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What do you guys think :)
2023.05.31 18:48 doingmybestsomehow Hospital claims have sent me statements but I never received them or have access online
Has this ever happened to anybody else and/or what can I do to prevent it from happening in the future?
For this specific provider, I was in dark unaware that there was issues with my insurance so all my visits were denied. Most of the visits were emergency room visits. One of my bills actually went to collections (currently resolving that issue) but they claimed to have sent me 4 statements. I confirmed my address every time I called and its been same one on file since day 1.
I did ask a representative and she said that "it must have gotten lost in the mailing system". I find that extremely strange that ALL FOUR statements were "lost" in the mail? I also cannot access them on their online service, MyChart. It says there are no available statements, both on my phone and computer.
I never had an issue with MyChart before with other providers. I also got two statement from another provider to this address and their MyChart is up to date. They were the ones to inform that my bills were denied, which sent me to review all my recent visits so far.
To this day, I haven't received any statements or can see them from that specific provider. I went November of last year, it's now June. I can only see SOME of the pending insurance balance which keep saying $0 amount due and insurance claims awaiting response. Not even a phone call to tell me that any of them were past due.
The bill that went to collections never shown up on that online service, not even in the pending insurance section and once again never got it in the mail either or a phone call. The debt collectors were the ones to mail it to me. At first I thought it was junk mail because to my knowledge everything was now sorted out. On phone calls, I was very specific about the service dates and amount owned. They told me yes it is all being resubmitted. Obviously one was not and sent to collections.
Was it just this provider or should be aware of this in the future?
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For this specific provider, I was in dark unaware that there was issues with my insurance so all my visits were denied. Most of the visits were emergency room visits. One of my bills actually went to collections (currently resolving that issue) but they claimed to have sent me 4 statements. I confirmed my address every time I called and its been same one on file since day 1.
I did ask a representative and she said that "it must have gotten lost in the mailing system". I find that extremely strange that ALL FOUR statements were "lost" in the mail? I also cannot access them on their online service, MyChart. It says there are no available statements, both on my phone and computer.
I never had an issue with MyChart before with other providers. I also got two statement from another provider to this address and their MyChart is up to date. They were the ones to inform that my bills were denied, which sent me to review all my recent visits so far.
To this day, I haven't received any statements or can see them from that specific provider. I went November of last year, it's now June. I can only see SOME of the pending insurance balance which keep saying $0 amount due and insurance claims awaiting response. Not even a phone call to tell me that any of them were past due.
The bill that went to collections never shown up on that online service, not even in the pending insurance section and once again never got it in the mail either or a phone call. The debt collectors were the ones to mail it to me. At first I thought it was junk mail because to my knowledge everything was now sorted out. On phone calls, I was very specific about the service dates and amount owned. They told me yes it is all being resubmitted. Obviously one was not and sent to collections.
Was it just this provider or should be aware of this in the future?
2023.05.31 18:48 earfull I will be camping extracts
Apologies in advance.
It’s my first wipe. I just hit level 41 and I have 23 PMC kills total.
I enjoy questing and completing tasks the most. I play solo and watching my virtual rubles go up is what gives me a dopamine hit. I don’t care for PVP. I play this game like it’s some beefy grandchild to S.T.A.L.K.E.R. and I love it.
I have no desire to come into contact with any players when I play. However, a majority of my quests are asking for PMC kills and I really want to hit level 42 to max my traders.
So look out! You’ll find me in a scav vest in a bush on path to lighthouse, playing solitaire in the tent beside emercom between 22:00 and 10:00, chucking grenades like a water balloon fight at the start of factory, and hiding in the dark with a pistol anywhere an extract has stairs.
Even if there aren’t many players this late in wipe, the few of you still have to pick an extract!
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It’s my first wipe. I just hit level 41 and I have 23 PMC kills total.
I enjoy questing and completing tasks the most. I play solo and watching my virtual rubles go up is what gives me a dopamine hit. I don’t care for PVP. I play this game like it’s some beefy grandchild to S.T.A.L.K.E.R. and I love it.
I have no desire to come into contact with any players when I play. However, a majority of my quests are asking for PMC kills and I really want to hit level 42 to max my traders.
So look out! You’ll find me in a scav vest in a bush on path to lighthouse, playing solitaire in the tent beside emercom between 22:00 and 10:00, chucking grenades like a water balloon fight at the start of factory, and hiding in the dark with a pistol anywhere an extract has stairs.
Even if there aren’t many players this late in wipe, the few of you still have to pick an extract!
2023.05.31 18:48 Authentic_Yes awake and wide
here i am awake, and wide listening to dawn still freshen up she primps and preens to glow and gleam i can't help but smile all that fuss, for me
i see springs influence on winter proud peacocking sister look at me, look at me bright pops of red and yellow-green
winters dark magenta hues vie for attention just as fearless or were her colors always there quiet exhibitionist
unlike springs loud hubris winters mysteries alluring frost kissed secret beckoning felt deep within her stockings
life is bustling, life is bursting birdies thieving branch and twig butterflies flit to blossomed wayposts hummingbirds play the dolphins way
the feeling of spring, like the feeling of dawn profering abundance to those who will pluck it a time to be still, a time for happenings here I am awake, and wide
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i see springs influence on winter proud peacocking sister look at me, look at me bright pops of red and yellow-green
winters dark magenta hues vie for attention just as fearless or were her colors always there quiet exhibitionist
unlike springs loud hubris winters mysteries alluring frost kissed secret beckoning felt deep within her stockings
life is bustling, life is bursting birdies thieving branch and twig butterflies flit to blossomed wayposts hummingbirds play the dolphins way
the feeling of spring, like the feeling of dawn profering abundance to those who will pluck it a time to be still, a time for happenings here I am awake, and wide
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2023.05.31 18:47 CanadianBaconne Evanescence "Far From Heaven" Tribute to her brother. Robby passed away from epilepsy.
 | I don't know if many know Amy Lee lost her brother Robby on January 5, 2018 to epilepsy. I recently can across a song she wrote in memory of his passing. submitted by CanadianBaconne to Epilepsy [link] [comments] https://youtu.be/64e4l3cDxCo Give me a reason Make me whole again Wounds should become scars but I'm cracked instead Can't risk believing That I would stand a chance Frozen in the doorway don't want to leave the past One more night What I wouldn't give to be with you For one more night What if I can't see your light anymore Cause I've spent too long in the dark And I'm on my knees without shame begging to believe But I feel so far from heaven Wake up to a new day Break my heart again Dreaming makes for sweet escape but I can't forget I'm back at the edge now I never needed you more Staring down the emptiness that I can't ignore All my life Didn't want to dream I could lose you But you just smiled What if I can't see your light anymore Cause I've spent too long in the dark And I'm on my knees without shame begging to believe But I feel so far from heaven Is anyone out there, did you give up on us? Break this silence I'm crushed under love I don't want to lock down but we've lost so much Will you forgive me if I can't see your light anymore Cause I've spent too long in the dark And I'm on my knees without shame begging to believe But I feel so far from heaven I feel so far |
2023.05.31 18:47 Sad_Huckleberry_2211 Are these worth anything? Pt1
Sorry for the messy pics. Im not sure if these belong here, but I had these for a while and was wondering if they were worth something. Also going to post a Pt2 because of the photo limit.
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2023.05.31 18:47 ukaelezerk Where to watch Goodnight & Goodbye Drama subbed online, no pop-ads, for free!
 | Looking for place to watch Goodnight & Goodbye for free? We just updated it to Drama Full, follow the below link to watch/download it: Goodnight & Goodbye submitted by ukaelezerk to DramaFull [link] [comments] This is a journey in which the creator of this documentary tries to find the origin for his creation. While driving on the freeway to Puzi, Chiayi County, WU Yao-tung and Tom continue a conversation left unfinished two decades ago. The dialogue falters; clearly they live in two different worlds. After traversing this journey for 20 years, the dark spectre entangled within the depths of the mind is never driven away. |
2023.05.31 18:45 The_Highl0rd Dreaming of a flood and a virtual reality plottwist
So I just woke up from a nap and had a VERY intense nightmare as is the way with dreams it doesn't really make a lot of sense a d explaining it will do it short, however I will try.
Me and my gf are sitting on a bench looking at a restaurant menu like you see at a McDonalds. Not a tv screen, just a lit up poster. Can't remember what exactly but I do remember the floor being basicaly a very old pier or the floor of an old wooden ship wreck. Next to the "counter" a famipy is eating.
Next thing I remember we are not far away in dark waters. It's not cold, just dark and murky. The family is there too, but the mother is struggeling to swim and eats a weed so she can breath underwater. I realise I too can do this but am a bit confused as the how and why.
Next thing I know I am looking through a window, the same "shipwreck" aesthetic surrounds me. Just more water. I see an endless darkness and men dragging things from under the sea.
I suddenly find myself at a corporate meeting table. People in suits surround me including a hot busty blonde woman (not my gf). Someone I "recognise" as the man from outside earlier comes into the r9om and starts undressing and taking off a beard and moustache, claims to be the president and that we're on a sort of Ark. The walls drop away and I see similar "shipwreck like Arks. Some looking the same, others basicaly being tv shows like an old series about lawyers with the girl who palys Buffy the vampire slayer (forgot her name and looking it up bc my adhd brain js already forgetting half the dream while I type (and remembering other details like some guy's random conversation with me about being Bi and the struggles he had etc...no idea where that fits))
In any case, the dude claims that there has been a flood and these arks are filled with people in a sort of virtual reality, I surmise that each Ark is the manifestation of this VR. Suddenly everyone is getting frisky and having an orgy under the table.
I'm very put off by the news and go through the door the man came through.
Looking around I see what appears ( and I say appears because irl itmis nothing like it) the neighbourhood I grew up in. It is snowing and the ground is frozen. A car is basicaly driving on the ice. I get e sense of nostalgia because, while freezing is a common occurence where I live, having a river frozen is something else. Afaik there have only been two or three days that had the nearby ponds and canals freeze over, one of them was when I was a child. I am flabbergasted and getting paranoid. How do they know so much about me? How the flying fuckmdid they recreate this so well? So I start looking for a young version of me and my brother.
After a while I realise nothing is moving besides the snow. I go looki g for a better vantage point and find my brother but as he is now, an adult, kindly smiling at me. He points to left of the door. I see an image of me and brother as children. It's basicaly like two wax statues. I get an intense feeling of melancholy and sadness and start sobbing a little. My brother places a comforting hand on me tells me that, indeed, a flood has happened he saved me by putting me in this VR and this was the way he wanted me to know. I start crying my eyes out, literaly screaming of sadness for what feels like an hour
I get woken up by my gf saying it's almost 6pm and we should get dinner. I hug her, tell her about this dream, go have a smokeand write this down before I forget.
I tried to make as much sense of it as possible, but as is the case of dreams, in the end not much does. The pain and sadness were real, though. Kinda fucked me up enough to throw it at you, random .internetstrangers.
While everybody is suddenly getting frisky under the big meeting table
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Me and my gf are sitting on a bench looking at a restaurant menu like you see at a McDonalds. Not a tv screen, just a lit up poster. Can't remember what exactly but I do remember the floor being basicaly a very old pier or the floor of an old wooden ship wreck. Next to the "counter" a famipy is eating.
Next thing I remember we are not far away in dark waters. It's not cold, just dark and murky. The family is there too, but the mother is struggeling to swim and eats a weed so she can breath underwater. I realise I too can do this but am a bit confused as the how and why.
Next thing I know I am looking through a window, the same "shipwreck" aesthetic surrounds me. Just more water. I see an endless darkness and men dragging things from under the sea.
I suddenly find myself at a corporate meeting table. People in suits surround me including a hot busty blonde woman (not my gf). Someone I "recognise" as the man from outside earlier comes into the r9om and starts undressing and taking off a beard and moustache, claims to be the president and that we're on a sort of Ark. The walls drop away and I see similar "shipwreck like Arks. Some looking the same, others basicaly being tv shows like an old series about lawyers with the girl who palys Buffy the vampire slayer (forgot her name and looking it up bc my adhd brain js already forgetting half the dream while I type (and remembering other details like some guy's random conversation with me about being Bi and the struggles he had etc...no idea where that fits))
In any case, the dude claims that there has been a flood and these arks are filled with people in a sort of virtual reality, I surmise that each Ark is the manifestation of this VR. Suddenly everyone is getting frisky and having an orgy under the table.
I'm very put off by the news and go through the door the man came through.
Looking around I see what appears ( and I say appears because irl itmis nothing like it) the neighbourhood I grew up in. It is snowing and the ground is frozen. A car is basicaly driving on the ice. I get e sense of nostalgia because, while freezing is a common occurence where I live, having a river frozen is something else. Afaik there have only been two or three days that had the nearby ponds and canals freeze over, one of them was when I was a child. I am flabbergasted and getting paranoid. How do they know so much about me? How the flying fuckmdid they recreate this so well? So I start looking for a young version of me and my brother.
After a while I realise nothing is moving besides the snow. I go looki g for a better vantage point and find my brother but as he is now, an adult, kindly smiling at me. He points to left of the door. I see an image of me and brother as children. It's basicaly like two wax statues. I get an intense feeling of melancholy and sadness and start sobbing a little. My brother places a comforting hand on me tells me that, indeed, a flood has happened he saved me by putting me in this VR and this was the way he wanted me to know. I start crying my eyes out, literaly screaming of sadness for what feels like an hour
I get woken up by my gf saying it's almost 6pm and we should get dinner. I hug her, tell her about this dream, go have a smokeand write this down before I forget.
I tried to make as much sense of it as possible, but as is the case of dreams, in the end not much does. The pain and sadness were real, though. Kinda fucked me up enough to throw it at you, random .internetstrangers.
While everybody is suddenly getting frisky under the big meeting table
2023.05.31 18:45 TheMediocreCritic What I want to see from Star Wars and what I think the Franchise needs.
I have been a fan of Star Wars since I was old enough to remember, and that will never change, but lately, I am looking for something more. I don't attest to having any great ideas, but here are my wants for a new series.
The Wandering Jedi
I would love to see a series about a Force user who has no knowledge of the Force, Jedi, or Sith. They only know that they can tap into something and do incredible things, for this, of course, they would be ostracized and have to make their way in the galaxy alone. The series would follow them, helping others with their gift and finding others like them. The truth of what they are would slowly be revealed as they travel the galaxy. The series could deal with the struggles of the dark side and the fear of their own power. The series could also introduce a character that taps into the dark side and the conflict as two people handle their gifts in different ways. A series that leaves the baggage of Star Wars proper behind and explores a connection with the force and the gifts and consequences that come along with it would be interesting.
No mentors No force based religions Just a Force user story
What do you want to see in the future of Star Wars?
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The Wandering Jedi
I would love to see a series about a Force user who has no knowledge of the Force, Jedi, or Sith. They only know that they can tap into something and do incredible things, for this, of course, they would be ostracized and have to make their way in the galaxy alone. The series would follow them, helping others with their gift and finding others like them. The truth of what they are would slowly be revealed as they travel the galaxy. The series could deal with the struggles of the dark side and the fear of their own power. The series could also introduce a character that taps into the dark side and the conflict as two people handle their gifts in different ways. A series that leaves the baggage of Star Wars proper behind and explores a connection with the force and the gifts and consequences that come along with it would be interesting.
No mentors No force based religions Just a Force user story
What do you want to see in the future of Star Wars?
2023.05.31 18:45 carrrie66 Romantic Vampire RP
Heya! My name is "Someone" nice to meet you all! I have been rping for roughly 4 years now and i am looking for some more partners. Have been doing pretty bad lately so i would love to find some rps to distract me! Open for all gender parrings! im open for any plot suggestions of course!
I do have some plots myself, most of them are pretty vauge because i want to leave room for input and idea from my partners (obviously being creative is a must);
Cliche Vampire Prince story: A vampire prince or princess seeks out a mortal to spend eternity with! Pretty basic but surely gets the job done!
VampireXHunter: Also pretty basic, pretty much just a vampire hunter and a vampire falling in love! Maybe the hunter gets injured and the vampire deciedes to keep them as a food source at first?
Feral Vampire: Something a little bit more dark, a vampire somehow ends up having to share a apartment with a mortal. Seeing how the mortal is kind of a threat to him, seeing how he wants to keep himself hidden he deciedes to get rid of them~
These were just three ideas for now but im always happy to come up with new ones! If your at all interisted do send me a chat or dm, always happy to rp! So...see ya!
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I do have some plots myself, most of them are pretty vauge because i want to leave room for input and idea from my partners (obviously being creative is a must);
Cliche Vampire Prince story: A vampire prince or princess seeks out a mortal to spend eternity with! Pretty basic but surely gets the job done!
VampireXHunter: Also pretty basic, pretty much just a vampire hunter and a vampire falling in love! Maybe the hunter gets injured and the vampire deciedes to keep them as a food source at first?
Feral Vampire: Something a little bit more dark, a vampire somehow ends up having to share a apartment with a mortal. Seeing how the mortal is kind of a threat to him, seeing how he wants to keep himself hidden he deciedes to get rid of them~
These were just three ideas for now but im always happy to come up with new ones! If your at all interisted do send me a chat or dm, always happy to rp! So...see ya!