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Thrift Store Hauls : What did you find today?

2011.08.05 10:33 humanman42 Thrift Store Hauls : What did you find today?

A forum dedicated to sharing your thrift finds - garage sales, flea markets, pawn shops, and more are all allowed. Come join our community and share your passion for the hunt with like minded people!
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2014.03.26 17:10 innuendoPL Artifacts

/ArtefactPorn is a community dedicated to posting the very best objects, from the very large to the very small, made or shaped by the mankind throughout history. These artefacts range from tools and works of arts to archaeological finds, and give us a better sense of life in various moments throughout history.
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2023.06.02 16:38 cochese2694 I recently cleaned my cast iron with a chainmail for the first time and now these black specks come off when I dry it. Is this just bad seasoning or did I ruin my pan?

I recently cleaned my cast iron with a chainmail for the first time and now these black specks come off when I dry it. Is this just bad seasoning or did I ruin my pan? submitted by cochese2694 to castiron [link] [comments]

2023.06.02 16:37 Alpha_Kenni_Buddi I have taken 6 strokes off my game by leaving the driver in the bag

Last year I had a handicap calculated to right around 10. I was averaging 2-3 penalty strokes per round, and found myself hitting weird shots all the time because I constantly in trouble off the tee. Under trees, behind corners, deep rough, etc. This year, I started an experiment - using my long irons off the tee exclusively. So far this year (admittedly a smaller sample size), I'm playing at a 4.2. I've played my last 27 holes with the same ball. Yesterday I broke 80 for the first time in a few years. Golf is a lot easier when you give yourself a chance off the tee. I'd rather have a better chance of a clear shot in with a 7 or 8 iron than a coin toss between a wedge and a penalty stroke. Has anyone else had this revelation?
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2023.06.02 16:32 relesabe Roth's last book: Finally a Movie (Nemesis)

Been an enthusiast about this book. My folks were the last generation who had to worry about polio thanks to the Salk and I guess Sabine vaccines -- seems like Salk is better known and perhaps his vaccine was more widely used.
I was told by them about the things you saw in Nemesis, how people avoided things like public pools in the summer and I guess any public place. I believe my folks knew other kids who got it.
I believe i have met people who had mild cases, but these people were significantly older than me.
Looks like just last month they announced the director. I suspect it has taken so long for more than one reason: (SPOILERS)
  1. It is one of the saddest books ever. No happy ending, people do manage to deal with the illness and its results, but hard to imagine a sadder thing happening to the main character and IIRC one or two other people who caught the disease that summer.
  2. Ironically, Covid: I think they wanted the epidemic to be over -- that the epidemic occurred might make the movie resonate with people but showing it during the height of the epidemic, when people were not going to theatres anyway, would have been brutal.
  3. Besides polio, it deals with some other serious stuff -- antisemitism is a theme, not dominant IIRC but dealt with frankly and it was very unpleasant if honest. WW2 is in progress when the story starts.
  4. I think casting may be a huge challenge: It has many child characters and yet it is certainly not a kids' movie. The kids who have speaking roles will have to be very good -- they have to show that they are scared and they also, if this is done authentically, need to have the right accent and speech patterns for ww2 which were different than today. Accents were much stronger then, I believe.
  5. One interesting point is the main character is a young man, young enough in 1944 that he could have still been alive in 2010 when the book was published, but it is hard to imagine, in part due to health problems survivors have, him still being around in 2010 -- he is part of a remote and long-gone past now, especially since polio itself is, at least in most of the world, just a bad memory.
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2023.06.02 16:29 terjr When to move on from a fishy spot?

I am curious what you folks think.
I've finally been having consistent success after just starting out with fly fishing at the end of April. I started out fishing for steelhead because our local run was happening and was getting pretty discouraged with those elusive bastards (though I did catch one eventually)... I've since moved on to native brook trout with more success and I feel like I'm learning a lot and having fun with it.
My question is this - should I move on from a hole if I've managed to hook and catch a trout? Does the ensuing fight with all its splashing and chaos put the rest of the fish on high alert? I was debating this with myself last night.
I'll paint the picture: I found a great looking stretch of creek (quite narrow, perhaps 10' across), and on my second cast with a wooly bugger, nailed a 10" brookie. After releasing it, I continued to work the same stretch of water. I was on the raised bank, able to see a few fish including quite a big one, but they mostly investigated my fly before retreating toward the far bank and the deeper water. Seeing these fish kept the blinders on and had me focused on this spot, but I kept wondering - are they spooked after the brief fight the trout I caught put up? If they didn't leave the area is it worth spending a fair amount of time, or would I have best results moving upstream? I didn't get any more bites (that registered to me anyways), and when I eventually moved on I ended up losing another large fish.
What's your take?
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2023.06.02 16:29 dragyron Tried to overlap the Lands with a map of Middle Earth

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2023.06.02 16:25 VirtualSalamander772 NASA Denies Ever Discussing UAP/UFO

NASA Denies Ever Discussing UAP/UFO
Below is what Scott Kelly, retired astronaut (and also the brother of Mark Kelly, former NASA astronaut and US Senator) said, on the record (as confirmed by Daniel Evans in his opening remarks), in front of a panel of NASA appointed experts and NASA representatives. In this capacity and setting, this is an official statement on behalf of NASA. It's worthwhile to note that nobody spoke up after to clarify or correct his statement. This is his first statement:
“…in my 20 years at NASA, no one, either officially or unofficially, in my recollection, have ever discussed, or briefed us, or had any kind of discussions about anything that would be considered a UAP or UFO or anything like that."
He repeated the statement, and added an additional bit about extraterrestrial origin (but note that it was stated as an additional category, not a qualifier):
“…In my experience of being in astronaut office (sic) for 20 years, there was never any formal or informal discussions, at all, about UAP or UFOs or anyone reporting anything that would suggest something from, you know, beyond our planet.”
Here are my thoughts on Scott Kelly's (NASA's) on the record official comments about zero UFO/UAP discussions at NASA from 1996-2016:
1) NASA's mission is "to pioneer the future in space exploration, scientific discovery and aeronautics research". The acronym "NASA" stands for "National Aeronautics and Space Administration". Aeronautics is "the science or art involved with the study, design, and manufacturing of air flight–capable machines, and the techniques of operating aircraft and rockets within the atmosphere". Let's assume for a moment that UAP are never seen in space, because then clearly that would fall into NASA's scope. But 75+ years of sightings, many by military and some by NASA astronauts, have apparently been ignored by NASA (or at least the 20 years Scott Kelly was there - 1996-2016) despite clearly being potentially worthy of scientific study, especially if they are unknown flight capable craft, regardless of the nature or origin. We know they are worthy of study, because NASA has recently said so, and is in fact studying them now.
2) NASA wants us to believe that they suddenly woke up one day and said, "Hey, have you heard of UFO's? Maybe we should take a look at this stuff that people have been seeing all over the world for 75+ years". This means that they ignored Project Sign, Project Grudge, Project Bluebook, AATIP, UAPTF, Bob Lazar (whether you believe him or not), Phoenix Lights, etc. They were apparently not even aware of these things, since they weren't discussed at NASA, ever, at all, formally or informally, in any context or setting, from 1996-2016.
3) Scott Kelly's comments mean that we're supposed to believe that AATIP, the Air Force, the CIA, foreign governments, other space agencies, The Five Eyes, etc. never once reached out to NASA during 1996-2016 for help analyzing any UAP evidence, despite their expertise in aeronautic and space matters, even to ask them if some of these observed phenomenon were theirs or possibly from another foreign space agency.
4) NASA states that it wants to "reduce the stigma" associated with reporting UAP. However, based on Scott Kelly's statements, we now know that NASA has NEVER taken this subject seriously as a valid avenue for scientific study. But now suddenly they want others to take it seriously, and guys, they're here to help. However, if Scott Kelly's statements are true, it means that NASA has contributed to the stigma, and has actively or passively ignored and suppressed this subject as a valid topic of discussion and research within NASA.
5) Scott Kelly wants us to believe that in his 20 years with NASA (1996-2016), he has never, not once, ever heard anyone talking formally or informally about the numerous NASA astronauts who have come forward publicly and discussed UFOs. There have only been 334 US astronauts. That's a pretty small club. So when several of your most famous astronauts are going on TV shows and talking about UFOs seen on missions, he's saying that not one time, in a briefing, at the water cooler, over drinks, or a NASA picnic, never has anyone ever discussed what these guys have been saying.
6) If what Scott Kelly is saying is true, and UAP are eventually determined to be a truly new phenomenon, then they have wasted an untold amount of time and taxpayer money by deliberately ignoring this subject. They could have been investing resources into this for decades, but now they are playing catch-up with a tiny fraction of their budget. They spent well over $500 BILLION since 1958, and seemingly didn't use a single dollar on the scientific study of UFO/UAP until 2023. UAP are apparently are now admittedly a real thing, and according to them, definitely worthy of scientific study. This means it has always been a real thing worthy of scientific study. If true, this is an admission of incompetence of a staggering magnitude.
7) Scott Kelly's comments mean that at no point, during any mission from 1996-2016, was an object or phenomenon seen which was unexplained (UAP/UFO), even if that phenomenon or object was later identified.
8) Now some of you may say "Well, this was just Scott Kelly's personal experience, and perhaps he just wasn't involved in those discussions, or maybe they happened before he was with NASA". Here's the problem with that. In order for his statement to be true, it would mean that his brother never shared anything with him that falls into the categories he mentioned. It would also mean that during the preparation and research conducted by this NASA appointed team since October 2022, nobody on the panel was made aware of any activities that fall into those categories. Surely the NASA appointed UAP research team would have asked the most basic question regarding past and current UAP/UFO activities within NASA in preparation for this public meeting, and in preparation for their upcoming report. If they haven't asked those questions, then this study is a sham. If they haven't been provided that information proactively by NASA, then this study is a sham. Further, if anyone on the panel was aware of anything which contradicted Scott Kelly's statement, and they remained silent during and after hearing him make those broad sweeping statements, they had an obligation to speak up to correct the record. Otherwise, Daniel Evans statement "this agency (NASA) is absolutely cast iron committed to openness and transparency" is false.
9) Some of you may say: “Well, Scott Kelly doesn’t speak for all of NASA”. He made these comments in response to a question from the public submitted to NASA, at a NASA public meeting, as an appointed NASA expert for this panel/subject, on stage at a televised event, “on the record”, in front of numerous NASA appointed experts and NASA officials and employees. This is about as official a statement for NASA as it gets. If his statement was false, incomplete or in any way misleading, NASA and this panel had an obligation to correct the record. They did not.
10) I expect someone to say “Well there was no good data for them to take this subject seriously”. That’s not now science works. Scientists don’t wait for the data to come to them, you need to gather the data, which is the fundamental takeaway from this entire public meeting as repeated several times by the panel's chairman, astrophysicist David Spergel.
I'm sure many of you will nitpick the words I've used above and offer tiny corrections and clever rebuttals, but at the core, Scott Kelly's comments strain credibility beyond belief and should be challenged. I'm certain that his statements can be easily disproved with a FOIA request.
Black Vault, do your thing.
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2023.06.02 16:11 Low-Statistician9546 Hey what's a good way of removing surface rust from a table without messing up the table's flatness?

We don't use a venturi mixer, use the correct water, check the PH, etc so I just took off a vice on our Haas and there's a bit of rust where the vice sat. It's not too bad but some areas have pitted a bit.
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Scotch brite and elbow grease with some WD-40/alcohol would remove the rust no problem but I believe that would also mess up the flatness of the table. Or would it?
Scotch-bright is made of stainless steel and the table is [I'm assuming] hardened cast iron so I believe the scotch bright shouldn't affect the table but I'm also kind of an idiot and don't know what I'm talking about...
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Also, anyone know if simple green is safe to use?
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2023.06.02 15:48 flippenphil (Offer) Dr. Seuss 5 film collection (Request) The Menu, Amsterdam, Babylon

MA = Movies Anywhere
GP = Googleplay
[?] = unknown definition
title = pending trade
If a title is no longer listed = It has been traded
COMBO Films
MOVIES
TV Series Marked
Vudu Only
ITUNES Only
ITUNES Only MOVIES - No Port - Marked
CANADIAN CODES: GOOGLE PLAY / ITUNES MARKED I do not know any of these port
WANT LIST
Titles I am looking for
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2023.06.02 15:44 ItsDumi [SOUL STEALER] Chapter 12 - Canyon City (Pt. 10)

Kita and Raya have made their way back to the busy passageways of Canyon City. The rising sun beams against a giant tarp that covers the entryway to the city like a great wall of material. The city doesn't expand the entirety of the Canyon, and to avoid myst entering any large openings, this end of the city also acts as a gateway.
A few small gaps are cut at the base of the fabric to allow passage in and out of the city, leading both of them straight into the poor district. It probably has a name, but Kita has no idea what that might be.
She just wants to get to the strip so she can eat something. The growling of her stomach last night kept waking her up, so her mood's a bit grim this morning.
Fuck!
She turns to Raya with a panicked look on her face. Her mouth hangs open as she swallows in hesitation as she thinks of asking Raya a dreaded question.
"Do you have any coin," Kita sighs, expecting the worst.
"Why?" Raya asks.
"Seriously? You're not starving?"
"I've been trained to withstand the body's urge for food,"
"Ugh," Kita rolls her eyes. "Well, I wasn't. If I don't eat something soon, I might have to eat some of these poor people,"
"I'll snag some coin once we reach the strip," Raya winks at Kita, prompting a sense of relief in Kita.
"I think we should be friends again," Kita smiles, now thinking about what to order. But her excitement dwindles at the smell of what she could only describe as death. It's putrid here. As if these people have been shitting on the very ground they walk on. Trash is scattered around all the tents and pathways, buried in what better be mud.
Every person they walk past looks sick, or pale. Food must be scarce for most people here. Coin must be hard to come by. They're all dressed in grey or black rags. Nothing good for travelling or even warmth.
"Glad I won't have to eat them," Kita spews, "This is gross,"
"Wealth is so poorly distributed in many cities. The elites of this world are truly fowl,"
"No, no. I was talking about all of these poor people,"
"What?" Raya's expression drops in confusion.
"They all look like they're dying. Maybe I should just end their misery and consume them," Kita chuckles. It's not a bad idea- These people couldn't defend themselves anyway. They're probably weak because they don't get enough food.
"This is no laughing matter," Raya chides Kita, "These people are being mistreated. They deserve better,"
"I can give them better," Kita scoffs,
"Death is not a solution to suffering,"
"Excuse me, wealthy elites, would you mind sharing your coin with the deprived?" Kita jests.
"A forceful hand is needed," Raya responds, clenching her fist as she continues to observe the mess.
"I'd love to see that forceful hand of yours, Princess," Kita teases.
•°•°•°•
The two of them made their way to the strip without any issues. Raya used the coin she had to buy the both of them a meal. A crispy dough-like bun with lettuce, tomato, and some type of meat inside it- Apparently it's called beef. They got it from the only kitchen in the city that sells beef, so it was really expensive. But Kita managed to hassle Raya until she gave in, despite her overwhelming reluctance.
Worth it.
The chef told them it's a dish created by the old humans. They would usually add a slice of cheese as well but that would have doubled the price of the meal. If Kita had more souls, she'd have tried to scare the guy into adding the cheese for free.
Oh well, she'll just bring more coin next time. Something seems sacrilegious about harming the chef. He's a genius. A sorcerer of taste. He deserves the coin, honestly.
"How are we going to find this kid, Jan?" Raya asks Kita.
Kita holds up a finger, signalling Raya to wait as Kita takes the last bite of her meal- Closing her eyes to savour the taste. Her body must remember this meat, and find it in every life she lives. She's probably had it before, but it seems like a plus side of dying is that she can have experiences for the first time again.
Kita opens her eyes and points to the clutter of bridges suspended between the two walls of the canyon, where a group of guys occupy one of the walkways- Each of them puffing out smoke as they chat away.
"They're Vald's raiders?"
"The ones who captured me. Those assholes deserve a beating," Kita says.
"How do you plan on achieving that with only one spell?"
"I'd have more if you let me consume those poor people,"
"Ugh," Raya scoffs, "I'll handle them. Just cast a shield,"
"Thank you, Princess," Kita chuckles.
They both leave the bustling strip and head towards a suspended bridge that leads to the network above. They slowly approach the wafts of smoke before Raya tells Kita to stop at the end of the bridge- quite a distance away from the raiders. None of them pays any attention to Raya and Kita beyond a few glances, presuming they're just a few civilians.
That prick is here too. The one with the glasses and steel teeth that gave her the smug smile. Talked to Kita like she was a nuisance.
I want his soul.
"The jerk with the sunglasses and steel teeth," Kita says.
"What about him?" Raya asks.
"He's the one we'll question,"
Raya nods as she crouches beside Kita and draws a small handgun that she had holstered in her pants. She holds a second magazine in her hand as she finds a comfortable grip on the weapon.
"Ready?" Kita asks.
"Mhmm," Raya grunts, aiming down the sight of her weapon.
"Hey, asshole!" Kita yells across the bridge.
The soft chatter she heard swiftly dissipates as she grabs their attention. They all turn to her with uninviting glares. The sunglasses guy steps out from amongst his group of friends, raising his glasses to squint across the bridge.
"Is that the lying girl I see?" He chuckles.
"Do you work for Chevo?" She calls out sarcastically before casting the shield around herself and Raya.
The guy steps back, noticing that Raya has a weapon. But a quick shot to his thigh drops him to the floor, wailing in pain. Raya fires at the rest of the group, with brief intervals between each shot as she shifts her aim. Trying to use a single bullet to take out each of them.
They are all in a panic as the ticking of Raya's gunfire hits them one at a time. A few of them fire back amongst the mass shuffling but to no avail. Each bullet received is caught in Kita's shield and then falls to the floor. Raya reloads her weapon after taking out half of the crowd and continues her merciless firing.
This is more of a massacre than a beating. Kita loves it. She feels nothing for these bastards and after trying to imprison her, this is merely a debt being repaid. Next time they should listen to Kita when she tells them she has no idea who the fuck Chevo is.
But there won't be a next time. Not for most of them.
Kita drops her shield as she hears the second click of Raya's weapon. She hastily runs towards the asshole who somehow kept his sunglasses on this whole time.
She grabs him by the collar as he mumbles in pain, clutching his leg.
"Where's the boy?" Kita interrogates him with rage-filled eyes.
"What boy?" He asks.
Kita kicks the wound in his leg, prompting him to scream. "Wrong answer," She says with an unblinking glare into his eyes.
"Where is Jan?" Kita yells at the prick with the sunglasses.
"Are you talking about the kid without a soul?" He asks, clutching onto his wounded leg.
"That's the one," Kita confirms, threatening to step on his bullet wound again.
"Vlad went to trade him to some rich folk in the East,"
"Who?" Kita prys.
"I don't know," The guy squirm's at Kita's aggression. "Some family that collects the soulless,"
"What's the name of the city?" Raya asks from behind Kita.
"It doesn't have one," He responds with worry, "But I know it floats on a river or something,"
Kita releases his collar, shoving him to the ground as she does.
"We even now?" He asks as he tries to sit up again.
Kita doesn't respond. She just raises a hand towards his face and consumes the shadowy soul from his body before it crashes to the ground.
"Yeah, we're even," Kita responds.
"I made sure not to kill them all," Raya says, pointing to a few of the groaning groupies on the ground. "Eat up,"
Kita walks amongst the raiders' bodies, searching for ones that still hold life. As she stands above the few who do, she draws each of their souls into the palm of her hand.
"So, we're going East?" Raya asks, picking up a few magazines for her handgun from the raiders' bodies. She also loots each of them for any coin they might have and places it in a backpack she got from one of them.
"You're coming with me?" Kita asks, surprised considering their deal has technically come to a close.
"If the kid knows something about the dark one. I want to hear it,"
"It's okay to admit you're totally obsessed with me," Kita chuckles.
"It's more like enjoying the taste of poison," Raya responds.
Kita feels a potent shudder throughout her body as she consumes the last living souls among them. Having consumed each of them in succession, she realizes the sensation that passes through her gets better the more souls she already has- She couldn't imagine how orgasmic two hundred feels.
"I want more," Kita blurts out with a grit in her voice. A lower-pitched voice harmonizing with her own.
It scares her. Snapping her out of her momentary daze. For a brief moment, she lost herself. She took a back seat to something else… Someone else.
AUTHOR'S NOTES
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Kita's thoughts - Post Chapter 12
"Oh great, I broke my brain,"
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2023.06.02 15:05 new2thisNov2021 Anybody else have genetic diseases they never knew they had till too late?

I just read an article about chronic disease or illness fakers. I am thoroughly disgusted that even more people are more ignorant than I thought possible beyond my immediate family.
Right before the age of 40 I passed out waiting for a table at a nice restaurant, slowly drinking a beer. Luckily I had not been a heavy, medium, or even light drinker for almost 10 years. All I really had physically wrong with me at that time was testosterone therapy, come shoulder surgeries, and chronic,sometimes horrible pain. Oh, I was also told I had a great, really great bronze California tan.
After that incident right before age 40 I had every test I could have done to explain what happened. Witnesses said, im 6'3 195+ lbs, I just turned white, became instantly soaking wet, and fell straight backwards like a 2x4.
After all the tests were completed I discovered my Iron(its really called ferratin) was at a level of 3,900 (normal safe levels are 50 to 200 roughly. I was given a genetic test for hemachromatosis, which is pretty common, and not a super big deal when treated early. In fact, anyone with hemachromatosis cam firmly state that we people,all people, black, while, whatever are related. Black people have a genetic disease called sickle cell disease. If not treated and allowed to run rampart sickle cell turns into hemachromatosis. Nuff said.
The main treatment for hemachromatosis is bloodletting, the amount of blood you need to get out of your body and how much at a time and how often is usually dictated by the level of your ferritin in your blood at time of diagnosis. Most people, fortunately, get detected and treated by 700 to 1500 level of Ferratin. The body is basically killing itself, "rusting away" to say at levels if 1,000 plus of ferritin.
Now five leads later, testosterone implants every 3 months or so, bloodletting (phlebotomy) treatment 4 times a year now ( I started giving over 550 grams of blood 2 times a week for 4 months, and then once a week 4 or 5 months, and so on and on. I have had a pretty extensive cervical neck surgery, cages, holes drilled in arthritic areas and nerve openings opened up, both hips totally replaced, a knee replacement on left knee coming up soon, always a pain in my ass,, literally,, lol. There's other things, I have to get liver biopsies every year, heart tests performed every year, no alcohol, low Vtamin C diet, no more liver and onions, and reduced use of cast iron and other high iron cooking and eating utensils.
Thing is,, if you see me just see me, you'll see a big, strong, agile, balanced man. But what you dont see is how hard it is for me to just get up and drink a cup of coffee some mornings, or how bad both legs ache, hurt, throb, and sometimes especially feel totally exhausted 2 hours after I wake up. Or a serious neck, nerve issue that I just keep massaging and turning my head.
I don't take opiates, except after surgeries, I can't take much Tylenol or ibuprofen and related. Mostly ice pack/machine, heat pads, hot hot bath soaks, stretching (carefully), keeping moving, and pushing myself everyday or at least 6 days a week harder than the day before.
I have half siblings, 17+ years older than me, with bone spurs, maybe knee replacement, obesity related issues, lack of movement/ exercise issues, and on and on.
I'd happily trade places with them, but keep my age, and very few people I imagine get what I'm about to say next . I decided after the first 6 months of diagnosis I was going to "break and fall apart before I rusted and rotted away".
Do you get that? Understand ? I am happy, no I get exited and thrilled inside when I see people with obvious issues, obesity, laziness, bad diet, drinking, etc struggle, not do, or unwilling to do things they should do, much less want to do to make this life more,, make this life better for themselves. I say F' u all those ignorant dumb lazy scared people that say things, think things, act differently when they interact with you, not knowing you closely and really knowing you, when they see this person that looks, moves, and does lots of physical things better than they can,, and they think your faking or putting on or playing poor pity party me,,, no screw you guys,, try, literally walking 10,000 or more steps in my shoes each day and more, yet sometimes not able to even crawl or move for 2 or 3 hours after 4 or 5 or less some days just living life.
Anyone else have similar stories ? Or experiences? I still can't get over the fact that had a been a normal,, or whatever you call a person who drinks a six pack a week, alcoholic drinker I would definitely for sure have had cirrhosis or liver cancer by now for sure and probably be dead. Anyway,, let me know thanks.
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2023.06.02 14:46 Global_VanillaPumper Lvl 16 necro ama

Build is blight shadow. Decompose main for corpses. Corpsw explosion with shadow modifier. Iron maiden w plus damage. So far it has felt strong enough.
Lead with iron maiden then distribute blight. Activate corpses for aoe dot damage everywhere and then Decompose anything that stands to gain from the 10% damage buff the most.
I'll be back online in like 7 hours if anyone wants to quest together. Comfortable with or wo mic.
I'm on ps5.
One tip that most are probly aware of is if you have one enemy or two on screen just run past. Let minions clear individual mobs for exp don't bother stopping to cast.
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2023.06.02 14:45 TransportationAny757 Coinbase policies?

Can anyone give me a rational explanation why coinbase would: after an almost 2 month long manual review, during which my account was Completely locked down, give me back access to my funds, I can buy, I can sell, I can supposedly transfer fiat back to my bank account (I'm afraid to try this one) and yet they have, apparently arbitrarily, chosen the middle of july as the earliest that I can transfer my coins to a more secure wallet???
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2023.06.02 14:37 ikkuihhhh had ChatGPT write a poem about the passing of technoblade, felt the need to share the results here

In realms of coded lands, where pixels thrive, A legend's presence shone, forever alive. Technoblade, the master, with blade of gold, Stood tall amidst the battles, brave and bold.
His name echoed through virtual domain, Where warriors clashed and victories would reign. With iron will and skill unmatched by all, He conquered realms, heeding no mortal's call.
From skyward realms to depths of Nether's fire, Techno's presence roared, never to tire. He danced with fate, a symphony of might, As enemies trembled in his hallowed sight.
But time, relentless, spares no mortal soul, Its passage weaves its tale, exacting its toll. Whispers of shadows crept upon the screen, As news of Techno's passing cast its sheen.
The pixels wept, grief permeating the code, A mournful melody through circuits flowed. Tributes and memories filled the digital air, As players united, hearts burdened with care.
For Technoblade's legacy, forged in steel, Transcends the realm of mere binary zeal. His courage and spirit, an eternal flame, Igniting the hearts of those who knew his name.
Though his battles have ceased, his blade laid to rest, In the annals of gaming, he is truly blessed. A legend he remains, forever enshrined, In the virtual realms, his spirit shall find.
So let us remember this hero of the screen, Whose deeds and valor shall forever gleam. In pixels and memories, his legend resides, Technoblade, immortal, in the gaming tides.
(reminder, I didnt write this myself, i had chatGPT do it, and felt the need to share this one)
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2023.06.02 14:27 resurrective Chapter 20 - What is love?

“HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!”
A laugh, what does it mean for a person? A sign of amusement? A mark of contentment? Maybe, a reaction to a quirky comment or action? Perhaps…
But now, all that echoed throughout the burning lands was a guffaw of despair and torment. It belonged to Eve, the future queen of the entire Confederation of Demons. And right now, no trace of royal dignity was to be seen within her. The woman was pulling her white hair, kneeling in her sphere at the sight of the mass-murder.
The snow of death, the sprinkled ash of white and purple fell upon the ground, taking hundreds of lives. Gramgrim, the strongest and the fiercest formation underneath the authority of Me-ua now perished like slugs under the salt. Orcs, dogs, trolls, deer, lions, crows, fiends, mind-flayers, tigers, boars, even a cult of bulls-necromancers – the brigade included many different races, men and women of different backgrounds and upbringings, their tamed beasts and familiars, slaves and draft animals. Looking at the southern organizations, consisting of various Ma-zok tribes was always fascinating. Especially, when none of them could withstand the divine plague, sent as a godly punishment for defiling the holy land of kokuyoku.
Was there any way to save themselves? Yes – they simply never should’ve come to the village. Now, though? Well, not even Panakea’s blessing could save Keyaruga from death, so why should any of them survive?
Such was Eve’s wrath; such was her sorrow, enshrined upon this wretched world.
“Fascinating.,,” Keyaruga muttered, looking underneath him. He couldn’t help but to feel glee. After all, hundreds upon hundreds of high-leveled demons perished, blessing the whole party of five with new levels to enjoy (or hate, in Ellen’s case). Strange, though. Normally, a party couldn’t be larger than four people (not that a mortal had control over it anyway; people could travel in however big assemblies, as they pleased, yet experience was earned only by parties of four), but the group stuck together pretty well. Was it another of Caladrius’ gifts, she just didn’t bother to share? Well, whatever the case…
“I know, it’s not a reason for joy… but we can definitely use all that power in our future battles.” Freia mused with a trace of regret in her voice.
“Uh-huh. Good thing to get stronger before we go after the demon king.” Setsuna supported, trapped in a conflict between joy at reaching her new threshold of power and fury for losing Visou.
“Of course this would happen… This always happens with those people and places I care for or love… I shouldn’t have taken this damned bracelet…” Keyaruga growled, looking at the yorkama talisman on his right wrist. Yet, when he was about to rip it away…
“Don’t do that.” …Ellen stopped him. For the first time in this nightmarish day she was thankful for her new powers, as they allowed her to stop her ‘brother’ from an act of utter stupidity. “It’s not your fault. Look, they came here, seeking Hakuo’s rival! Your sympathy has nothing to do with that, stop dealing in superstitions!” The Apostle of Caladrius attempted to reassure the lad. But alas…
“It’s my fault. Like Visou… like Alban… like Karman… It’s all been my fault.” …the man just wouldn’t listen.
“No… it was mine…” The crimson-haired cutie whispered, yet once again – no reaction. “Hey, brother, see that breached wall behind Mil’s house? I see traces there. Could you, maybe?..”
“Yes… Oh, Ellen, thank you!” Only when she pointed out the obvious, did the man finally wake up from his trance. Just in time to hear…
“KILL!!! KILL THEM ALL!!!” …this. Eve still couldn’t really master her raging emotions, and even the fact that no creature remained alive in the burning village stopped her in any way.
“Hm, I am saddened to inform you, little one, that there is nobody to slay here. And even if there were, I am unable to maintain the offence. I need to feed and regain my strength now.” Caladrius admonished, descending on the earth. “However, down the north road, you may find other survivors. Just make haste; they do not have much time.” The harbinger of plague informed the group, putting the white sphere on the ground. The barrier had faded just as all poisonous ash did as well, coincidentally.
Keyaruga, Setsuna, Eve, Freia, Ellen, Kelly, Patty – all could finally walk properly again. Not really a big perk, when all you’re finding yourself among the still burning remains of a ruined village, though.
“O pluvia clemens, benedic nobis tua gratia recreativa.” Fortunately, they had the Hero of Magic at their side. And so, the first thing Freia did was to cast a simple rain spell. A critically important move, especially when their raptors were getting panicked by the fires.
“Now, if you excuse me.” And what would horrify any sentient being was how gruesomely filthy Caladrius turned out to be. The very first thing she did when the party had finally landed was to grab some dead slimy bastard, and just swallow him whole, like some sort of a pelican.
“Hey! Hey! Hey! He-e-ey!!! The hell are you doing?!” The younger princess yawped, consumed by her anger. Not because she was disgusted, though… “You fucking munched him with all that armor and shit?! What’re you even thinking of?! We need that!”
“I do not care, Apostle. Unless you are willing to strip them yourself, your whining is of little concern to me.” The deity replied dismissively. Even if her plague faded without a trace, the diseased corpses were still a delicacy for Caladrius.
And here I thought Ellen was slandering her about this part. Thought it was just a nice joke. Apparently, not, Keyaruga mused, witnessing the same vile spectacle as his girls did.
“Well, I’m willing as hell! You can buy an entire village for one of those!” The young lady snarled, turning one of the corpses over, just to untie the leashes that held a cuirass in place. When people die, their rectum can’t hold feces anymore. The stench of death, dung, decay, the earth, wet and softened by the rain – so much filth among the corpses, and yet, the warlady felt overjoyed looting the corpses of their fallen enemies before tossing their naked bodies toward her hungry patron.
“Keyaruga, I think, we should…” Freia softly spoke, pointing at the breach on the northern side. She wasn’t overly enthusiastic about defiling the dead, so maybe…
“No, I’m going alone.” Sadly, the healer wouldn’t let anyone accompany him in this quest. Even the golden egg had to leave his back right now. He knew who he was pursuing. And what he would do to his enemies, once he’d reached them. “Setsuna, Freia, hold this, and stay here, and watch out for Eve, and… Well, you may also help Ellen with looting.” The lad spoke, completely ignoring the rain that fell upon his head.
“Uh-huh, got it.” The gray-haired girl agreed, putting the straps holding their unborn ‘child’ on her back. Strangely enough, the ice warrior was more than happy with pillaging the corpses. With her arms being covered in the frozen gauntlets, the girl could easily strip the fallen brigadiers to Ellen’s obvious delight.
“I… think I should bury the villagers.” Freia, on the other hand, grabbed a shovel somewhere. Instead of defiling the dead, she wanted to properly inter the remains of the poor black-wings… until their bodies were eaten by their own god.
“Whatever you wish… Just don’t forget to cut off their wings.” The man ordered, tossing away everything from Kelly’s saddle. He needed speed, not sustainability.
“I see… feathers… magic catalysts…” The sorceress instantly understood what the hero wanted from the fallen villagers. To be honest, that sort of cruelty paled compared to what their enemies sometimes allowed themselves. It didn’t make the pink-haired girl any happier, though.
“Wait!” Finally, just as Keyaruga was about to climb on his reptile steed, he got a companion in the form of the queen-to-be. “I’m… going with you!..” She spoke wearily, yet her tone wouldn’t brook any denial.
“You shouldn’t, Eve. You’re too drained as it is, I can’t risk you now.” That didn’t work on the new hero, though. The red-eyed lad knew, what kind of atrocities he was about to commit. What’s worse – he was looking forward for them.
“No… You know I can’t be killed that easily.” The white-haired woman insisted, allowing herself to climb in the saddle no matter what Keyaruga wanted. “Also, those are my people we’re talking about.”
“Alright…” The man nodded, giving one last brief look at what travesty was currently occuring on this holy ground: hundreds of corpses, two enthusiastic looter-girls stripping them before feeding them to the goddess that was primarily supposed to guard this place from such tragedies, and the strongest mage in the world, cutting off wings with her wavy dagger. All gave him a brief look. “Girls, lady Caladrius, you stay here! The raptor we’re taking will go faster carrying only two of us.” The healer admonished, silently praising himself for not including the plague incarnate in the ranks of his lovers. Wouldn’t that be awkward?
“Uh-huh. Good luck, you two.” Setsuna waved her armored hand, happily proceeding with robbing the corpses.
“Yeah… thanks. We’ll need it.”
…
The forest had been defiled. A trace of bodies, both kokuyoku and their ruthless persecutors, marked a path for the hero and his queen. Faster! Faster! The man smacked his reptile with his heels, struck against the ribs, pulled every bit of speed from poor Kelly. So much so, that even wild scavengers, who came to feast on the corpses, just fled from the massive raptor. And yet, it still wasn’t enough…
“Hey, Keyaruga!” Eve spoke, holding onto the hero’s torso with her trembling arms. “Why are you even helping us? Why… do you even bother, if they die no matter what we do?” The queen-to-be asked melancholically. Right now, she tried to find at least some meaning in her existence, just to not fall into a pit of nihilism and despair.
“It’s because… I have power. I can make a difference. And because I want to do so.” The red-haired lad responded, navigating a path through the woods with his jade eye. His status elevated him above the rest, giving the man many abilities, some considered to be… unnatural. For example, he could easily alleviate Kelly’s fatigue from constant galloping.
“Power, yes?.. The onslaught… it began when Caladrius was playing with us… But instead of putting an end to this hell, she’d go on, and on, and on… And even when we got out, she never told us what was going on. When I asked her to bless you, I was scared… and discomforted, and… whatever other words you have for discomfort. I thought it was because of the trial… Thought it was over… Then… I looked at myself, my own actions, here and in the past.” Eve shared the burden of her guilt with Keyaruga. The white-haired woman couldn’t help but blame herself for everything that happened. If she didn’t ignore her feelings, if she had checked on her wings a little earlier, if she… “If I… If I just could…”
“Was that what you saw in your challenge?” The healer wondered, trying to get his companion out of this ruinous obsession over what nobody could prevent, or even predict.
“Ugm… Who did you meet there?” Did he fail? No, not really. But instead of giving him an answer, the queen-to-be countered with a question of her own.
“Many, many people… I don’t want to talk about it now.” Unfortunately, though, Keyaruga just couldn’t bring himself to reveal what he saw, heard… did with his own hands.
“I… I see…” Eve murmured, getting a message from the lad’s depressed tone. He too carried much pain in his soul, and that vortex of suffering could never be dissipated by shutting down just some of his emotions. To completely silence this pain, Keyaruga would have to become something else entirely, something inhuman, incapable of either hate or love.
“More important, Eve, I want you to sharpen your senses. Maybe, you can trace magic better than me.” The hero suggested, as his right eye rolled around in his socket. The forest was wide and thick, and his sight wasn’t as all-seeing as he’d like it to be.
“I’ll try.” Eve whispered, trying to focus her attention on the ambient mana. Maybe, if she was just diligent enough, she could trace her living brethren? Maybe, all wasn’t lost just yet? Maybe… “You know, Keyaruga, you’re not the guilty one in all of this… If Mil didn’t let everyone in, if I wasn’t saved by your goddess, if our goddess wasn’t just like Ellen says she is… than none of this horror would have happened.” The lady in red deadpanned cautiously. Now that she knew of her ‘future’, how it might’ve been without this self-conflicted man at her side, the kokuyoku scion could clearly tell – her grandfather was just like Keyaruga and Ellen, he wanted the best for his people… and that turned Visou into a deathtrap. After all, Hakuo wouldn’t have sent Gramgrim here if Cornar had come to him with the valuable bounty that was the black-wings’ princess.
“I’m sorry…” The healer uttered, still unaware, just how much of a monster Eve’s first husband really was, and how much she owed him for showing, how the love should even look like in the first place.
“You really shouldn’t be, Keyaruga.” The black-winged prodigy responded sorrowfully. She felt the lad’s distress: it was in his voice, his posture, his way of breathing… “You can’t just carry the burden for everyone else. I tried… and I failed.” Eve spoke, trying to dissuade her defender from thinking he was able to hold the whole world on his shoulders, when, in reality, it was simply impossible. “Don’t do that. You’ll break.” This calm phrase was spoken serenely, and yet, it was a cry. A cry for help, for understanding, for letting go.
“We don’t need Caladrius.” But Keyaruga just couldn’t release himself from this burden. Even now, when riding over the forest floor, covered in disfigured corpses, most of which were charred whole, seemingly by lightning, the man couldn’t stop thinking about Eve, her troubles, the tragic price her ultimate power might demand from her.
“Why?” The lady in red asked, attempting to follow the new line of conversation which her companion had turned to. Why would he even be scared of it? Didn’t Ellen bargain two free casts for her? Ellen… How could this capricious princess be able to extort such a valuable gift from the harbinger of plague? If Eve had done something like this in the first world… then there wouldn’t be the second one.
“She’s… too frivolous, arrogant, she’s thousands years old, yet all I see is an old snobby child with no backbone. We can’t be sure she’ll maintain her promise, and I really, really don’t want to see you wither away.” The man said with that seemingly careless voice of his. “If you need someone dead, I’ll be there for you.” He added grimly then. Eve was too soft, even now, she still couldn’t deal with the moral compromises necessary, and there were going to be a lot more of them on the way toward the Obsidian Throne.
“Hah… You really do want me to fall in love with you?” The queen-to-be noted somewhat playfully. Her mood was still sombered, but even so, there was always a light in the darkness.
“Heh, aren’t you already? I can tell – you’ve changed, so that you could keep up with me, especially in the bed.” Keyaruga followed this little funny road, and retaliated with a joke of his own. But… was it really a joke, though?
“Yes… Yes, I have.” Apparently, not. “I can’t force you to become your old self, but I had a chance to change myself.” Eve explained, lowering her head. She couldn’t keep up with the man last night – he was just too big for her. That’s why, the girl had to go, the queen-to-be had to become a woman, and fast.
And so, there could be only one thing to ask at this point.
“So, do you want to fuck, once this is over?” The hero unceremoniously inquired from his companion. After all, they were already past all those earlier insults and attempts at shaming from Eve’s side.
“Yes, I do! I really, really do. I want you to ravage me, so I wouldn’t go mad.” The Me-ua kahul responded with a plea of sorrow, hate, loathing, and regret. There wasn’t anything enticing in this request, but… it was so humane.
“Of course. I will.” The man promised. Despite everything, despite this day supposedly belonging to Ellen and Setsuna, he wouldn’t refuse her, no matter what. And Eve felt that resolve in the man.
“Also, I won’t stop using Caladrius. We need her, Keyaruga. We need her… to establish our authority. Then… maybe, I won’t have to lose anyone again.” The queen-to-be spoke wearily. She wanted to reach Hakuo, wished to murder this monster once and for all with her own hands, instead of waiting till some disease finishes him. She wanted to bury this king’s legacy once and for all, so that his blood would never poison her life ever again. Eve Reese desired revenge. And Keyaruga would never feel worthy of discouraging his queen. And yet…
“Alright. But you have to promise me one thing – one time. She gave us only two times, and I don’t want you to overreach any further. Everything else I’ll deal with personally. It won’t make a difference to me anyway, my hands are already dirtied enough as it is.” Keyaruga all but demanded. The gods had put them in a tight little cage, where only those who kill more than others, were worthy of wielding great power. Right now, the man wasn’t sure his party was enough to challenge Hakuo’s rule. Even Eve, drained by Caladrius, managed to overpower her ‘heroic’ adversaries. Too bad they left her exhausted for Keyaru to finish the job. Speaking of that…
“But… why would you even bother? Don’t you just want to… make another redo? To fix everything, to save those who you couldn’t save?” The lady in red asked the lad. He was never too secretive about the circumstances he was in, and how the world ended up as it is. Still, each time he spoke of that, pain and loss broke through his armor of callousness.
“No. Just as you said, I have people to live for now. Freia, Setsuna, Ellen, you, Eve – I can’t imagine my life without you. And if I just flee into the past, then what’s even the point of us having this little chat right now?” The healer quarried in response. He was sure of what he was talking about now. Or, rather, trying to convince himself and Eve of that.
“Haa… Right…” For better or worse, the woman just exhaled and dropped the topic. To believe it would mean disregarding Keyaruga’s deep painful wounds, any further prying risked opening them up again. “I think we’ve got something.” Fortunately, right in that moment, Eve noticed a track, something to spot her brethren, where the trail of bodies had just ended.
“What? Where?” Keyaruga asked, now looking around.
“To the left from here. I feel my brethren coming to me from this side. They’re… fighting. And dying.” As the lady in red spoke, pointing in the direction the flow of souls was coming from, the rider pulled the reigns to stop his steed. He then jumped off the saddle.
“Shit, I must hurry!” The hero snarled, pulling the saber out of its sheath. A contradicting statement, seeing as he would be much faster mounted. But no… “Keep your eye on Kelly! I can’t risk the two of you!”
“You want to go alone?” The woman astounded, reaching for her companion. Alas, he never faced her.
“Yes! Our enemies are strong, Eve. And I’m not sure if I can properly protect you. Stay here; cover me with your magic.” Keyaruga urged sternly. He wasn’t a healer, nor a competent defender whatsoever. The hero was a murderer, and nothing could convince him more than the trial he completed just an hour ago.
“Hold on! I won’t let you go alone.” Nevertheless, the kokuyoku scion too wasn’t the same after that challenge. She flapped her wings, and numerous black spheres left her feathers. One, two… ten, twenty… Twenty-three shades now flew around the man, ready to assist him in murdering whoever threatened their kin. “They will protect you.”
“Ah… thanks.” The red-haired man uttered, looking at the fallen black-wings. Right now, they rather reminded him of insects with the way they dashed around. “We’ll be on our way, then.” Still, it didn’t stop him from getting ready to sprint forward to save whoever was left of the kokuyoku-zok and to punish their oppressors.
“Promise you’ll be back! Promise you’ll save everyone!” Eve ultimately asked, looking at her dead brethren. Shying away from them was a luxury, and now she had no time for such things.
“I will, Eve! Take care!”
And so, he ran off, to the site where the last bit of fighting was happening. Him, twenty-three shades… against the elite forces of Gramgrim, the only remaining fragment of the horrifying battalion; now, though, the time had come to end this warband once and for all.
…
Faster! Faster! I must be faster!
Keyaruga lunged through the woods, he jumped across logs, climbed the hills, passed a few ravines along the way, just to finally reach yet another battlefield. Mil was there, the wizened magician firmly held his staff. All bloodied, his robe torn apart, the old man still fought on.
“Masanna tanouti! (kill everyone)” A massive rider, carried by an even greater armored warg tackled Mil and his defense line of mostly women spellcasters, and a few strong men among the refugees.
“Usegi! (run) Usegi-i!!!” Mil yelled, getting ready to ward off the seemingly countless hordes of bloodthirsty invaders, preferably – all on his own. The thought of death never scared the magician, as he already looked in its eyes, and they were gentle.
“Mil-murnaz! (elder Mil!) Katunj pora bornul non! (we have nowhere to retreat!)” An armored old woman yelled, preparing her grandiose fire blast. None of them would abandon him. Only seventeen of them remained against a group of forty-seven raving cutthroats, knowing all too well, they wouldn’t be able to pull through. And yet, none of them would go down without a fight. If they did, they would be slaughtered, and after that – their kin would follow.
“SUNI-I-I-I!!! (DI-I-IE!!!)” The bruised elder snarled, imbuing his wooden staff with an element of lightning. One swing, one smack – and the monstrous wolf fell down, wriggling in the shocking agony, along with its master. One down.
“Globus igneus!” The armored hag next to him yelled, sending a massive fireball into the troops. Seven perished, four else – scattered. Yet, those who fell were mercilessly crushed underfoot by the four brutal tiger-riders – no regards to their allies, and even less toward the foe. Five men and two women from the black-wings stood up to meet them with their spears, staked into the earth… It didn’t work – the demons breached their line, gutting everyone in the reach of their decorated cleavers.
“Katunji! (retreat!) Konato wor marmori! (protect the children)” Mil commanded, tossing two hardened feathers into the enemies. Too close to him, but… it didn’t matter. “KURLINA-A-A!!! (FUCK YOU!!!)” He yelled, detonating the enchanted quills.
BOOM!
An explosion, a shockwave, the trembling of the earth. Kokuyoku were mercilessly pushed further, practically hunted like animals, and yet, their prey had claws and teeth. The blast was mighty, it broke Gramgrim’s formation, allowing the defenders to flee, to run, to… live a few minutes longer.
“Kha-a-a… Ha-a-a… Agh…” Mil helplessly wheezed, pushed to the trunk of the giant oak. His bones were broken, the old man had lost all feeling in his legs, hands, and… No, he knew what he was getting into. “Gh-h-h!.. Ugh… E… va… ma…” Even when some tall goblinoid thug impaled him with a spear, the only thing on the mind of the dying sorcerer was his granddaughter, and all those he tried to save. Tried, but…
“I’VE COME TO SAVE YOU!!!” Keyaruga roared, engaging a bat-like swordsman, lunging toward the fleeing defenders. Just in a few hundred meters away, the refugees were running from the pursuers. It was honestly a miracle to see them keeping such a substantial distance, even though the enemies had carnivorous mounts. It seems, like they were rather enjoying chasing their prey.
“GHA-A-A!!!” Nevertheless, the fencer retreated from the hero, picked up a lance from the roasted wolf-man, and tossed it into the hero. The latter dodged, then pointed in the direction of his adversaries.
“Tania wor tanouti! (kill them!) Orn wor shef na! (don’t be concerned about me!)” And just like that, a cascade of shadows materialized to shred the enemy flanks and rear. The raging dark spirits now flew all across the surviving hunters’ ranks, ripping and tearing, stabbing and shredding the yelling warriors, as they tried to damage the ethereal vengeful apparitions. Could it be worse? Oh yes! Someone began simply sniping them from afar, numerous beams of piercing light took lives of so many, the Gramgrim’s morale hit the bottom.
Still, that didn’t mean they’d stop fighting. Certainly not! The bat-demon just met a shade with a wide swing from his reddish greatsword – an instant later, this spirit was gone. An adamantine blade – Keyaruga couldn’t just let him roam around – the man tossed a dagger from his sleeve, but no. The warrior just easily deflected it with a sneer. Before the lad could go on, he crossed those twenty meters with merely two jumps, ready to cleave the hero’s head in one rapid sweep.
The man ducked, right leg forward, balance toward offence. A slash was aimed toward the leg…
“Ghhh!” And it failed – the healer got a knee in his chin for that. After all, how can a thin saber cut through the metal greaves underneath the surcoat? Discombobulated, the man was about to get a downward cut to his shoulder.
“A-A-A-A-R-R-R-R!!!” Fortunately for him, another shade saved Keyaruga the trouble by backstabbing the fencer. Well, she just impaled him in the right armpit. Did that stop the berserker? “ULMO-O-O!!! (BITCH!)” Well, certainly not. Even if his one limb flopped uselessly by his side now, the warrior firmly grabbed his sword with his left hand, turned around, and slammed the spirit with the pommel, sending herto in the afterlife for sure!
A perfect chance to dispatch the swordsman, right?
Wrong! Barely had Keyaruga reached out to give the adversary one fatal touch, when another massive tiger-like brute attacked him with his massive claws. Slash, swing, up, down – the bruiser-armorclad was fast, his attacks – relentless. The lad was forced to retreat, elope, block – anything and everything to not get smashed. Each time he blocked a hit with his saber, his elbow would dislocate. No matter, Georgius healed in less than a second. No matter, just get…
“Tokalbarne! (got you!)” Alright, now that was surprising. The lad felt the trap, but proved too slow to escape the massive tail. Distracted by the tiger, he let himself be trapped by a lamia, which now not only enveloped the man’s entire body, but also unceremoniously licked his cheek. Was it the end?
“A-A-A-A-a-a… Ha-ha-HA-HA-HA!!! TUYOBU, TONA!!! (harder, mommy!)” Clearly not! Even while being crushed by the mighty snake tail, Keyaruga laughed, intimidating his foes with the undying audacity within his immortal body. “USHI INAV… MUNA CABNEI!!! (YOU ARE ALREADY DEAD!)”
“Nan-! A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A!!!” The lamia groaned in pain. A moment later her body began to swell, to bloat, and to rupture in a gruesome spectacle of blood and gore. Could Keyaruga do it better? Certainly, but he had no time, nor wish to figure out the half-shake’s anatomy, and where her heart (Is it just one?) lied.
Either way, one down, the shades did their job too, keeping the rest of the Gramgrim goons busy, often even ending them. They were forty-seven? Well, now they were just nineteen, and the monsters’ corpses didn’t actually do wonders for the battle spirit of the remainder either.
Keyaruga couldn’t care less, though. He got out from the lamia’s mortal grip, covered in blood and viscera, only his clean white teeth shone brightly.
“E-eh…” The tiger-brawler was shaken by the view. He reached toward the woman, unable to believe his eyes. Was she his lover, or something?
“Die!” No matter, whatever the case, the Hero of Healing dashed toward him, pushed his armored left arm against his chest, and then, the purple hue killed the man for good. His aorta just ruptured from the defiled mending spell.
Then, more beasts, some of which were mounted, lunged toward him. Two tigers, a massive deer, a swarm of eight snakes, and even a giant black bear. The warband reasoned that the fastest way to get rid of shadows was to kill the man. Well, they were wrong.
“Saltare et aurugine ventis!” At this point, he didn’t really care about the melee, that’s why, instead of engaging in anymore close-quarter fights, the lad simply called upon a mighty firestorm, a burning tornado of wind and blaze, which not only killed the animals, but also moved on to the rest of the crumbled Gramgrim troops, razing trees, ma-muana and ma-zok alike, charring their flesh and drowning their screams in the mercilessly loud crackling of magical flames.
I guess, that’s what I’m getting for not min-maxing my physical stats and speed before going melee. Well, no matter. Now that they’re dead… Wait, Mil?
“MIL!!!” Keyaruga yelled, running toward the old mage. He… was already beyond saving. Fifteen shades gathered around the hero, as he looked at the impaled man, and his decapitated green-skinned murderer who had been killed next to him. “Muna sagri. (You may leave)” And so, the healer sent the shades away. Quite in time, actually, as they were already flickering in and out of existence anyway – Eve was losing her mana. Finally, the lad was all alone. “Alright, old daredevil. You deserved a nice funeral.” He pulled the spear out of the corpse, and put it on his shoulder. It wasn’t much, but at least, he would be sent off properly.
Time to go, I guess. Now, let’s reunite with Eve, and then…
“A-A-A-A-A!!!” Another change of plans. The lad heard a scream. Two voices, in fact, both females. The man looked around and saw the bat-swordsman, dragging a mother and her child by their hair, completely disregarding their wails of pain whatsoever.
“What, do you really think taking hostages will save you?” Keyaruga scoffed, taking a step toward the cowardly combatant. Quite surprising really, seeing how good he was with that greatsword of his. But, well, two more, two less – the black-wings were doomed either way, right?
“Keyaruga-maran!” Maybe so, but those weren’t just some unknown refugees – they were Mayala and Brin. When the man saw them, he halted his movements completely.
“Good humie! Stand right where you are, or they die!” The cutthroat threatened. It seemed he had already healed the wound left by a shade with a potion. And now, instead of running away, he intended to use the captured family to extort the hero. For what purpose, though?
“Oh, great! Finally, someone, who speaks a human language!” Keyaruga wouldn’t be swayed by that. Why would he, actually? As it stood now, he could simply send a spell of light through the mother or the daughter, run closer, heal them…
Why should I even care? It’d only hurt for a moment, nothing really…
“Good! And stay there, little shit.” Well, turned out, it worked. The healer lowered his saber.
“Or what? You kill them? See those burning pines, pal? I just killed all of your friends. By the way, Gramgrim is no more. I bet Caladrius has already eaten all of their corpses.”
“Hah, no shit, clever boy! Then where is she?! HE-E-EY!!! CALADRIUS!!! OVER HE-E-ERE!!! See?” Sadly, the bat-fencer remained completely unfazed by the news. He still had an advantage – Keyaruga seemed to care for the weeping family, and that was his weakness. “Drop your sword, then get on your knees, or I’ll take their fucking heads!”
“How enticing…” The man wondered with a nervous grin. He spun his weapon once, and pointed it to the ground. Mayala and Brin looked at him, their black eyes conveyed terror and distress. And still, there was a glimpse of hope. Keyaruga could do a miracle. He would save them, just like he saved the girl from the terminal rabies. “Will you set them free if I surrender?”
“Yau! (yeah!)” The swordsman grinned, drawing his reddish blade closer to their necks. “Drop your iron!”
Ha-ha-ha-hah! Oh, what should I do? What should I make?
“Hey, I’ve got a better idea. How about I kill myself?” And just like that, the healer pointed his own weapon at his chest, sowing dread in the hearts of the hostages and careless amusement in their captor.
“What? He-heh! Go ahead, humie, I’ll watch!” The bastard chuckled, slightly lowering his massive blade. This nasty glee grew only greater, when…
“Heh, I’m serious!” …the red-eyed lad plunged his own saber through his chest. To deep, in fact, that only the handle now stuck out from his torso.
“KEYARUGA-SONA!!!”
“UA-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A!!!”
“Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! You’re fucking hilarious!”
Three reactions, one of terror, one of tears, and the last one of irrepressible laughter – Keyaruga spat a chunk of blood, such a wound could never really kill him, and yet, it allowed for a safe movement. One, two, three steps – as long as he pretended to limp forward like a dying fool, the enemy would never stop him from approaching. He liked the view, liked seeing the man bleeding and coughing his own lungs out. He even…
A beam. A beam of white energy just flew right besides his head. It took a moment for the cutthroat to get, what was going on, but when he did, when he understood, that some distant caster could take off his head…
“YOU FUCKER!!!” Then, the cowardly warrior grabbed his greatsword with a two-handed grip, swung it at the terrorized family… “I’LL KI-!” …and died. The last thing he saw, felt, and tasted – was the trident that pierced his neck and head from the back.
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2023.06.02 14:15 DiscombobulatedCry50 Thawing

In the season of short days With barely the light to cast a shadow You were my sun.
I gathered my cold and broken pieces in your rays and While resting in their warmth Began to see the puddles forming.
The rhythmic sound of drops Became the steady sound of a flowing stream. White noise that lulled me to peaceful sleep Creating my dreams.
But I never knew That the thawing would continue Until the stream crested its banks.
There was no time to build a dam And now I am forced to face the flood That took me away in its current. And though it’s all I hope for, I cannot swim in your waters.
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2023.06.02 13:41 BlueFishcake Sexy Sect Babes: Chapter Sixty Five

“It’s not very iconic,” Jack mumbled to himself as he watched the frame of the newest variant of Crawler come together.
Though calling it a ‘Crawler’ was a bit of a misnomer, given that the vehicle didn’t actually crawl. Instead, it would move about on treads. Like a normal tank. Which, while practical, were rather boring to look at.
To make matters worse, Shui would be taking just over half of the iconic older variants of crawler that did actually crawl with her on her journey North. Doing so would allow her force to be entirely mechanized – or horseborne in the case of the cultivators – reducing a journey that would normally take months into one that would take weeks.
Plus, a mountain pass is actually a location where the mechanical legs might see some practical use, he thought.
Shui was certainly pleased about the extra support. While Jack wouldn’t go so far as to say she was giddy, there was certainly a degree of ‘pep’ to her steps as she rushed about the city organizing her new ‘army’. Even the mortal elements, which he got the feeling were normally an afterthought in these kinds of engagements.
She’d be taking fully one third of the militia that An had arrived with a few weeks ago. Ten thousand men and women. As well as fifteen cultivators – who Jack had made sure came from differing Sects. A move that would hopefully keep her from getting up to mischief by turning them against him.
Hopefully.
Ideally, he’d like to say that was why she was taking a contingent of homegrown Jiangshi ‘natives’ – for a given use of the word. The reality was that she was taking the militia because the alternative was a force of spear wielding sect troops, which would be like feeding meat into a grinder.
Which might have been just fine for the Empire, but mortals actually had some innate value to him. To that end, those sect troops still in the city – all fifty thousand of them - were going to be re-equipped and retrained as part of his new Ten Huo army.
Which was why five thousand militia members would be sticking around to train them in turn, while the remaining fifteen thousand returned to the very important task of guarding Jiangshi.
Which was a priority, given that An had all but stripped the province bare of soldiers to create her rescue force – and if they didn’t return soon their absence would be keenly felt.
Of course, this all relies on the Sects giving up their personal armies without a fight, Jack thought. Here’s hoping my most recent lesson in who holds the biggest stick will remain stuck in their mind when I make that announcement…
“Perhaps.” Elwin said from beside him, returning his thoughts to the mundane nature of his latest construct. Not that you’d know it from looking at Elwin. The elf’s arms were crossed as she watched with no small amount of awe as his workshop’s many pneumatic arms worked to bring the tank to life. “That will change though. I have oft found that the iconic nature of a soldier or weapon only grows with their success. And to hear little Lin go on about this machine, it will be very successful indeed.”
Jack hummed, conceding the point. Both Lin and Huang were down in his workshop with them – the two seemingly near inseparable these days for some reason – both huddled over a data-slate as they chatted animatedly about something related to the design.
They were a mismatched pair to be sure, but it seemed that Lin had chosen to take the former princess under her wing. Which was rather ironic, given that she was the goat-kin and Huang was the dragon-kin.
“Do you think Shui’s realized that she won’t actually be spending much of her time up north building her fortress?” he hummed.
“I would worry for her intelligence if she didn’t,” Elwin opined. “And the fact that she’s not battering down your door to demand changes to the manifest she’s been provided suggests she has.”
Jack hummed in agreement. He didn’t doubt that Shui had already noticed that her little taskforce was almost entirely devoid of building materials or craftsmen. Not that she’d want to be lugging stuff like stone or timber halfway across the province when there were plenty of natural resources at her destination.
Still, she’d want craftsmen trailing along with your supply chain though.
As well as nails.
To hear his advisor’s talk about them, you wanted nails by the barrel. To that end they had some. Gao, Ren and An had stressed that no army should ever be without things for even a moment, but they weren’t present in nearly the quantities required to build a mountain fortress like the one he hoped would soon block off the only remaining route into the province – if you ignored the ocean.
Which both Imperials and Instinctives were seemingly content to do.
No, the Pig-kin had probably known from the moment the plan was presented to her that Jack would be waiting for her to arrive at her destination before he flew over in his suit and built a fortress basically overnight.
That thought made him feel better about his decision to put her in charge of the job. It was an important job after all, sealing off the last ‘free’ entrance into his small empire.
I’ll probably want to head back to Jiangshi first to resupply basic building materials when I do head over there, he thought as he made a mental tally of what was currently floating around in his inventory. The thought made him sigh. The sooner I get a train network set up the better.
There was just so much that needed to be done…
He shook his head as he refocused on the task at hand, which was creating the prototype of the new Kang Barrel. A name that had created nothing but confusion for his underlings, but tickled his funny bone.
Not least of all because he hadn’t been the one to come up with the joke.
His microbots were. And while the fact that his microbots were currently capable of making jokes terrified him to his core, he couldn’t deny that they were good at them.
Because truth be told, he’d never wondered why tanks were called ‘tanks’. Though, to be fair, he never wondered why half a dozen other things were named as they were.
As it turned out, the reason tanks had been called what they were was because they’d been smuggled to Europe – or the irradiated zone as it was now known – disguised as water tanks.
Thus, Barrels had seemed an apt name for his own variant – even if no one but him got the joke.
Hell, that just made it funnier to him.
“So, how are things coming with your apprentices?” he asked the elf.
Smiling, the woman was about to respond when Ren rushed in, looking more frantic than usual. Which was a rather impressive feat given that she’d spent the last few weeks effectively running his city for him and was normally operating somewhere between totally overwhelmed and barely hanging on.
“Where are your formal robes, master!?” the merchant all but hissed. “I told you the ceremony would be starting in a few hours!”
Jack glanced over at a nearby clock.
“Ah… I knew I was forgetting something.”
Not that it mattered, he didn’t care what Ren said about tradition.
He was going in his armor.
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“With that, I present your new magistrate,” an older man called out to the crowds below.
The male cultivator was actually the oldest looking cultivator Jack had ever seen. The man was a craftsmen, a well respected one. And he was also the one who had been in charge of creating the staff that ostensibly controlled the city’s runic defenses.
And keying them to Jack.
Theoretically.
That wasn’t how it had gone down – and the other man had made it abundantly clear what he thought of this change in tradition.
Jack didn’t care then and he didn’t care now.
Which was why he ignored the other man’s stinkeye as he stood up from his throne and strode over to the balcony.
“The Empire has abandoned us.”
His first words were solemn, yet they rolled over the crowd below without trouble. A feat accomplished by a few carefully positioned loud speakers.
Which might have been why, despite the distance between him and the throngs of… not quite human mortals and cultivators below, he could almost hear the audible intake of breath that followed his statement.
Criticizing one’s superiors really wasn’t done in the empire, by virtue of the fact that said superior was usually your superior because they were entirely capable of lopping your head off. If they weren’t, you’d be the superior.
Again, certain parallels between the Instinctive hordes and the Empire leapt to Jack’s mind.
“The Empress has abandoned us. Time has dulled her edge. Corruption has infested her courts. Lethargy pervades her armies. And now, like an ape grasping for a branch as it plummets to its doom, the Empress pulls tight on her outer provinces in a desperate attempt to arrest her fall.”
It helped that what he was saying was mostly true. Or so he assumed. Because he’d yet to meet a system of power that wasn’t at least a little corrupt.
Silence was the only response he received to his words though.
Which, again, was to be expected. While the Empress wasn’t a ‘goddess’ in the religious sense of the word – the empire as a whole was surprisingly secular in that regard, focusing instead on something Jack would have described as Pseudo-Buddhism – she was also one of the founders of the Empire.
Again, not someone you criticized for long before you found yourself suddenly a few feet shorter from the top down.
Fortunately, Jack had a secret weapon.
“Yet Ten Huo only grows in power!”
That was the signal for the doors to the palace to open, and from them cart after cart of sizzling pigs, cows and whole chicken were wheeled forward. Prepared by the palace’s chefs, they’d done an incredible job with the task they’d been given. Even from his position up high on the balcony Jack found the smell intoxicating as it wafted up to him.
Fortunately, the line of sect troops guarding the front of the palace held steady as the crowd almost unconsciously surged forward at the sight of such a feast.
Really hope no one’s going to get crushed in that, he thought.
That was why he had a few cultivators on standby who would use directed burst of killing intent anywhere the press of bodies got too tight. The effectiveness of which Jack had been a little dubious of, but it was apparently a tried and tested method for ‘delicately’ dealing with unruly crowds.
Personally, Jack would have preferred to use his own troops, but Ren had quite reasonably pointed out that when it came to keeping crowds of agitated mortals in line, none were better than the personal armies of the sects.
…Or the Imperial army – but most of them were dead now.
That didn’t mean he’d come completely unprotected. His own troops had emptied out the palace of all courtiers and Sect guards hours ago in preparation for his speech. A feat that would have been impossible mere days ago, but it seemed that his little display to the Sect leaders had the effect he’d intended it to, because the cultivators present on the premises hadn’t even made a single peep of complaint as they were ordered out by a bunch of mere mortals.
Albeit, mere mortals who had An commanding them.
“We must cast off the shackles that have for so long held us back!” Jack announced. “This is not about power. Not about greed. Or pride. It is about survival!”
This time he got roars of approval – though whether that was down to his words or the food that was now being passed out to the crowd, he couldn’t say.
It didn’t really matter. It was about the optics of the thing. When people looked back on this moment, they would remember the cheering. And that would mean it had to have been a good thing, right?
“Ten Huo must grow. Must cultivate it’s strength. Must power through the troubles ahead,” he roared. “Which we have. Through our guards. Through our walls. Through our cultivators. And through our gonnes. Through those things we broke the back of the horde and slew their false dragon. And it is through the power of those things that we might beat back any foe that might threaten our home.”
He raised his fist high – and at the correct moment, his Red Dragon armor flared into being, the feathers atop fluttering proudly in the wind. “Ten Huo forever! Against all that might come! Together we are strong!”
Perhaps it was just his imagination, but that time the cheers felt more genuine. A chant even started.
“Ten Huo! Ten Huo! Ten Huo!”
“To that end, I intend to correct some of the failures of the old regime! Firstly, I shall be cutting the mortal guard force of our city’s sects down to one tenth their current size.”
That caused a stir, not just from the cultivators who were stood on the nearby pavilions, but from the rearmost ranks of the sect guard that were currently holding back the crowd while simultaneously handing out food.
Which made sense, he was currently discussing their livelihoods. The only thing that separated them and their families from the desperate crowds in front of them. Because while the city wasn’t quite close to starving as a result of the recent hostilities, it was true that a great many households were now tightening their belts.
Service in the Imperial Army or Sects provided some degree of protection from that reality.
“And from those men and women, I shall forge a new force. A grand Ten Huo army to rival that of the decrepit Empire. Well trained. Well armed. Professional soldiers. An expansion and revitalization of the Jiangshi militia that saved this city all those weeks ago.”
That seemed to silence much of the hesitation that had formed in the sect troops. The crowd though was all for it, whooping and hollering at the idea of more troops of the ilk that had so captured the city’s love with their arrival into it.
“I do this not out of contempt for the sects but out of love. With this I free them from the responsibility of policing the city. Of dealing with the mundane details of the mortal world. I free them to focus on their one true goal; the pursuit of cultivation and immortality.”
More importantly, it would make a coup significantly less likely to be successful later down the line. Or at least, less viable. Because as potent as cultivators were, they were still just individuals. They had more in common with fighter craft than infantry. They could take ground and destroy targets, but they couldn’t be expected to hold it without support.
Support Jack fully intended to cut out from under them while claiming he was doing them a favor. And while he could certainly see some idiots in the pavilion nodding along with the idea of ‘freeing themselves from the need to deal with mortals’, most of the leadership was rightly frowning at the thought of losing their ability to project power into the city.
Without mortal soldiers to form a buffer around them, they would effectively be besieged within their compounds.
Yet even as he could see them slowly considering raising some form of stink over it, he could also see them glancing over to the empty seat in their lineup where the Silver Paw sect might have stood.
No, they might make a perfunctory fuss, but they’d do as he told them. This was the ideal time for him to make a move like this. It was almost expected.
To be sure, he knew some would cause some form of trouble over this move, but that trouble would be a lot easier to deal with when he tripled the number of soldiers he had at his command within the city.
Down below, Jack could see the distant figure of Gao – and a small application of magnification showed the man was looking rather pale. Which made sense, given the massive task Jack had just slammed down in front of him. An, for her part, looked positively giddy about the whole thing. Ren just looked… tired and unsurprised, as if more work appearing on her lap was just to be expected where Jack was concerned. Elwin looked disinterested in the whole thing, which was par for the course.
Lin and Huang were… nowhere to be seen?
Huh, he thought.
For just a moment he was worried something might have happened, but a quick glance at the trackers attached to them – via some ‘gifts’ of jewelry – showed the pair were back at his compound. In the same room even.
Very close.
Probably caught up in some science experiment, he thought with a small smile.
“Yet what is a mortal army without a core of cultivators?” Jack continued. “Am I to demand a tithe from the sects that have already given so much? To both me and this city?” He shook his head. “Nay.”
He stretched out his arm, and with perfect timing a dozen figures dropped from the windows of the palace, landing perfectly behind the sects guards in a crouched position.
They were clearly cultivators – yet they didn’t look like them. For one thing, they were armored. From head to toe. Gleaming steel armor that was inlaid with protective runes.
It wasn’t as comprehensive as metal plate would be. Gaps existed to allow for great locomotion from the user. Yet it was still more armor than any cultivator would ever be caught wearing.
Because in the local parlance, armor was a sign of weakness. A lack of confidence in ones skills and cultivation.
Or at least, that had been the case until Jack showed up.
The next thing about them was that they were uniform. Perfectly so. Only the weapons were different. Some had glaives. Some had swords. Others axes. The only commonality there were the revolvers at their hips.
He didn’t doubt they looked absurd to the cultivators in the pavilions, each of them dressed differently to their fellows, with only a small adherence to their sect colors to mark their allegiance. Because cultivators didn’t do uniforms.
They were warriors. Heroes. Not soldiers.
Or at least, they weren’t, Jack smirked.
He raised both arms high above his head.
“I demand nothing of the sects, for volunteers have already shown up to be part of this great army. Ready to give their lives. Their souls. Their very identities to protect our great Ten Huo!”
Jack slammed his fist down onto the banister, letting the loud thud echo across the courtyard.
“I present to you, the Steel Paw!”
For the first time since they had arrived, the mystery cultivators stood up, their blue cloaks fluttering in the winds as they pulled back their hood to reveal not faces, but helms.
Helms shaped like a snarling tiger.
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2023.06.02 13:36 MikuJrd Good PL barbell and cast iron lb plates suggestions?

Hi! Title says it all. Been using your generic olympic barbell for a few years now and I want to upgrade to a decent PL barbell. Also using yung typical cast iron plates like this. Wala na kasi yung pinagbilhan ko dati ng plates. Yung available rin dito sa PH and relatively affordable. Thanks!
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2023.06.02 13:31 NexexUmbraRs Construction update idea: Armory and expansion of storage

Reposting because a couple months have passed and I've seen discussion on it in other posts:
One of the main reasons for construction in the game is storing items. Everything from clue items, armor sets, to toys. But for a long time the skill has been completely lackluster and devoid of true purpose in this game. Short of a rework which I hope will be included in the 2022 roadmap, I would like to see an update similar to how the aquarium was released, but with more use for storage. Many of you may think that we have enough bank space to play the game and you're right, but the use of more storage will be to give collectors, the feeling you get when you complete an achievement. Every time one of these POH storage boxes gets filled it gives a little shot of dopamine, adding more is good for the game and good for the players who are always seeking more sources for their addiction.
I am of the opinion that there should be an update to the current POH to include many new items. And if possible also create two new rooms, one called 'Armory' which would store many items that aren't really costumes, and display hall, which would be a rework of the current skill/quest halls to allow more storage per square room. This would allow us to collect many more cosmetics that are untradable, and even some that are tradable and we'd just like them not to take up our bank space.
Before any of that though some things a little out of date, for examples;-The cape rack doesn't include the new Zuk capes, it'd be nice if it included 1 of each type IN ADDITION to the kiln capes (so you can have both and not either or)-In the armor case we are unable to store different sets of castle wars armour. We should be given space to store one of each set.-Similarly it'd be nice to be able to store one of each team cape rather than just a single one.-The clue tab is lacking all the clue rewards, namely the 3a/2nd age items.-You cannot store both pants and skirts
Moving onto the armory here's a small compellation of items I have off the top of my head that we have little to no use for in an end game's bank but would be fun to collect.
Weapons rack:
Armor case:
Other random items:
Finally I think it'd be amazing if we could have a display hall. These can be single rooms chained together to make a hall displaying many things in the game, from armor sets (for example the wilderness armor), to heads mounted on the wall (the skill hall/quest hall aren't really enough to display everything.
Extra idea from u/ J00stie to allow us to store partial set pieces rather than require the entire set.And to build off of his idea it'd be nice to store multiples as well, so instead of having a giant clue tab taking up hundreds of spaces, you can just have them all in your poh.
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2023.06.02 13:31 No_Cap_90210 Japan’s largest bank MUFG announced that its Progmat Coin solution would be used to issue native bank-backed stablecoins on multiple public blockchains, including Ethereum, Avalanche, Cosmos and Polygon.

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