Spine and orthopedic center roswell nm
And On That Day, A Monster Was Born
2023.04.01 07:00 BiasMushroom And On That Day, A Monster Was Born
A Fanfic of
u/SpacePaladin15’s work “
The nature of Predators” Thank you for the story!
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/
Memory transcription subject:
Kilousai, Kolshian Head Genetic Biologist Date [standardized human time]: REDACTED
Something that has always amused me was how primitives talk and act like people. Yet are so easily manipulated into being whatever you wished them to be. Take Female Venlil Feed Subject #387V-42. She believes herself to be one of the foremost Genetic Biologists in our field. Yet all she has done is make a poor, pathetic version of what my own species and the Farsul have mastered centuries ago. Sure her nanites could cure cancers in a matter of minutes, but it's just such a waste of resources to make these for primitives.
However there are a scant few primitives that are worthy of truly being uplifted to the same status as a Kolshian or Farsul. Take Venlil Test Subject #12v-01. By all means he should have been caught by the Exterminators and burned to death with a flamethrower. Thankfully we caught this gem of a being with early screening and gently had his life altered to ensure that didn’t happen. With a few small interventions, such as the removal of his parents and ensuring that he was always in the right place at the right time, we were able to take advantage of his aggressive behaviors, and alter his beliefs to align with our own. He truly was something special. I do hope we don’t have to purge this one. The Venlil experiments have shown great promise.
“Oh I am so glad to be able to work with you directly Kilousai! I hope you don’t mind but I would like to get a photo with you to show to my friends back home! Well, show them once we’ve cured Humanity!” Go on you stupid piece of meat just keep talking. It’s one of the two things you will ever be good for.
“Of course! We are going to accomplish so many good things for the Federation today! In this very facility we have made great strides into ensuring that our future will be prosperous and safe!” I do so love how Subject #12v-01 reacts so differently than the feed. His tail muscles gently tighten at the base, his ear slowly pivots to listen to my words. Yet he doesn’t even feel for the knife hidden just in his fur under his right arm. I could tell he knows that when I say ‘we’ I am not including the feed in that statement.
Finally the elevator reached the bottom. “Oh! Finally we are here!” The doors opened to reveal Subject #592A-01. The large Arxur made for an imposing presence in the doorway. His deep blue tactical gear would almost be completely invisible in the dead of night. Yet in the clinical white hallways almost appeared as a slightly blue void.
As predicted the feed began to hysterically try and flee while screaming and alerting anything that might have wished to harm her of her presence. Typical. “
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! NOOOOOOOO NONONONONONO!” Subject #592A-01 did not flinch or move as instructed. Good.
What wasn’t good was the ear splitting wail from the feed as it desperately tried to flee. It was setting Subject #12v-01 on edge. He hadn’t reached for his knife yet, but had simply taken a defensive stance. I imagine my calm demeanor clued him in on how to act. Clever.
I strode forward past it. “Come along now! We haven’t got all day! 592A-01 help them along, please and thank you.” Subject #592A-01 surged forward and quickly seized the feed. She began to frantically hit the muscle laden arms of Subject #592A-01 yet her claws were unable to even tear the cloth covering his armor. Small traces of orange blood started to cover Subject #592A-01’s gear before he pinned the feed’s arm behind it to stop it from damaging itself further. The wailing sound was starting to give me a headache but it wouldn’t last much longer
Subject #592A-01 turned and grabbed Subject #12v-01’s arm and began to drag them behind me as we walked down the corridor. Subject #12v-01 was barely able to touch the ground but complied and walked with us, while the feed was drug kicking and screaming.
This right here. Any primitive other than Subject #12v-01 would be just like this feed, panicking like the dumb animals they are. Yet here he was. Someone that was paying attention, fully intent on surviving and taking advantage of any opportunity to the fullest.
I turned into the activity room I set up for this demonstration. 10 of my hand raised Arxur soldiers stood at attention waiting for me to give any order. Their gear almost making them indistinguishable from Subject #592A-01, who came in and deposited both Subject #12v-01 and the feed into the center of the room and stood back to guard the door as instructed previously. The feed desperately clung onto Subject #12v-01 who almost seemed to console the feed but simultaneously arranged himself to be able to use her as a shield if needed. Clever.
“Ahem…” The feed jerked her head to be able to see me, while Subject #12v-01 kept the Arxur Soldiers and Subject #592A-01 in his field of view, yet couldn’t see me as well. Clever. “Welcome to the labs! Here I work diligently to ensure that the Federation has all the tools necessary to keep everyone safe!” I grasped my tentacles together in a giddy excitement. It was always great to share my work with others!
“
SAFE! SAFE? These are fucking monsters! We aren’t safe!” I grimaced at that statement. An expression that thankfully Subject #12v-01 was able to see when he turned to face me. He was now focusing his attention on me. He clearly knew I was in charge and thus was the biggest threat to his safety. Clever.
“Sorry, I wasn’t referring to you Female Venlil Feed Subject #387V-42.” Her ears drooped and her jaw hung loosely from her head. I could barely make out the faintest sound from her mouth. Subject #12v-01 seemed to recognize the feed as a liability now. Good. “You see. In order for there to be prosperity there must be safety. For there to be safety there must be control.” Subject #12v-01 seemed to calm down and while he was still tensed ready for action, took a more neutral stance. The feed simply stared in abject horror and disbelief. Pathetic.
“When we, the founding species, discovered the third race of intelligent beings, we were aghast at their barbaric and primitive natures. They were still killing each other with sticks! And for what? Land? Water? Food?” I started to pace back and forth as I taught my history lesson. “NO! They killed each other in the thousands because the other members of their species were simply their enemies! Couple this with the disgusting act of eating corpses, fish and other small animals, every attempt to make them into something respectable failed. They were just too aggressive. Too… predatory.”
The feed just started to shake and sob. Subject #12v-01 looked to understand where I was going with this. I gestured to the squad of Axur in the room. “Take the Arxur for example. When we discovered them they were locked in a civil war over ideals. The ideals of, is it better to be feared, or to be loved? The dominion believed that cruelty was the best way to control and keep their people safe, while the Northwest Bloc tried to be transparent with their people, tried to let them be free, even if that made things dangerous.” I felt another wave of excitement rush over me as I started to bounce on the spot.
“The best thing happened when we made contact! They declared peace! They started to work together! Both sides desperately strove to incorporate our technology and follow our uplift plan! They desperately wanted to be like us! To live in peace and harmony! The only uplifts to ever do so without us having to prune their primitive cultures first!” The feed just shook her head in disbelief.
“The only mistake we made with them was not realizing that they were incapable of digesting plant matter at all. They were the first sapient obligate carnivores that we had ever found! So when the time came and a famine struck Wriss, we gave them a cure to end their dependence on meat." I animatedly shrugged as I kept teaching "Ooops! Killed nearly a fourth of their population! Thankfully it didn’t kill all of them. Though something strange happened. All of their livestock died. When we realized what had happened we already began to draft an extermination plan and got our fleet into position when the oddest thing happened.”
I held my tentacles wide in excitement. “Their PROPHET contacted us! Let us know that the dominion had taken control! That they used our ‘cure’ to kill their livestock. He made his people doubt the way of the Northwest bloc, and reinforced that the Dominion is in the right. He gave us proof of what we always knew. FEAR. Fear rules unchallenged. So we gave the Prophet’s most loyal weapons, and they purged the Northwest Blocs staunchest defenders. Then came the time for them to return the favor they owed us.”
Subject #12v-01 was completely calm now. He knew what was coming. The feed looked lost, distant. Worthless. “We moved our fleets out of the way. After all. We had no idea we were about to be attacked! Then the dominion launched its campaign and worlds fell. People fled in fear, and our control went from being loosely held by us to being a noose around the primitive's necks.”
“My soldiers here are a gift from the dominion.” I gestured around to all of my children. “I raised them from their eggs. Made them the perfect soldiers. With them we can ensure that if we, or the dominion, need someone… erased or need just a little bit of chaos to remind the mindless masses who is in charge, well… they will ensure it always happens flawlessly.”
The feed looked up in horror. “You.. You're a monster!” I just laughed. What a stupid notion. “ME?! A monster? Monsters hurt sapient creatures without a single care. There are four sapient races in the galaxy. The Kolshians, the Farsul, the Prophet descendants, and Humanity.” I expected Subject #12v-01 to react to my statement but his demeanor almost seemed to… agree? Good.
“The dominion keeps its people scared of starving and thus in control. Sadly that leaves them as sub-sapients, but every so often they get a useful tool and we authorize an uplift to our status.” Subject #12v-01 looked down at the feed in almost a state of disgust. He was putting the pieces together flawlessly! Time to test that.
“I grow bored of this. I was hoping that maybe you were worth something. I guess I was wrong…” I slowly paced away from the center of the room. Distancing myself just far enough away if either of them rushed me they would never be able to get to me. “My children. Eat.”
In one motion every one of my children turned to look at the two Venlil. With one step heard, all of them put a foot forward and then… Subject #12v-01 decided to act.
With one fluid movement he brandished his knife from its hiding spot. My children took a moment to ensure they could strike without being struck. I swished my tail and gave a silent order to not kill Subject #12v-01… yet.
He grabbed the feed in a manner almost like he was taking a hostage. Then his knife slid into the base of its spine. It let out a blood curdling scream as it fell to the floor. Tears poured from its eyes as it looked up to Subject #12v-01 and then to its legs as it failed to move them. It began to sob hysterically and tried to crawl to the corridor we entered from.
As it slowly made its attempt to escape, Subject #12v-01 cast the knife aside, letting it slide harmlessly across the floor till it came to a stop at my feet. I gave him a quizzical look. He stood proud and stated “I am more use to you as a tool than as feed for your soldiers. I know the inner workings of Venlil Primes government better than Tarva herself. I know how to wrap Humans around my fingers and make them do my bidding without them having a clue it's happening. Use me. I guarantee you that you will regret letting them eat me.”
After his defiant statement was over he stood still and lowered his arms from their elevated position. He seemed to relax as I picked up his knife and walked to him with my tail flicking happily behind me. “YES! I knew you were truly a sapient being! I am so relieved that I was right about you! You saw it, yes? How she wasn’t like us? How she couldn’t act beyond what she was taught?” Subject #12v-01… No Wisterly. “Wisterly, a lot of races consider yours to be weak. Do you know what I think about your race?”
Wisterly took a moment to ponder my question. With a slight tilt to his head he responded “No Sir. I do not know what you think of my race.” I couldn’t help but let my tail flick with excitement. “I think your race has always had great potential. Sadly a lot of your race are gullible to say the least, but you? You are something special. You don’t just accept your fate!”
I waved a tentacle at the crawling, sniveling feed. “You aren’t like them! You ACT! You think! You change your fate! Come now! We are in great need of your skills!” I handed him back his knife. “Oh. #592A-01. Feed.”
I started to talk to Wisterly about our plans and how he would be fitting in to it as #592A-01 approached the feed. He placed a foot on its legs pining it in place. It left streaks of orange blood across the floor as it ripped its claws out trying to escape. Then #592A-01 failed its test. It bent down holding the feed still, locked its jaws around the head and bit down crushing the skull and killing the feed instantly.
“STOP. STOP STOP STOP. WHAT IN MY NAME WAS THAT!” #592A-01 froze, before it stood to attention. “I killed the feed Father.” I let out a long defeated sigh. “Did I TELL you to kill the feed?”
“No Father.”
I took a step closer to him “Why did I tell you to feed? And Why did I not tell you to kill?”
“So that when the time comes I can flawlessly imitate the Dominion’s Arxur, Father.”
I turned away and threw my tentacles into the air. “Children. Feed.”
Failure #592A-01 stood perfectly still as its siblings approached. Subject #592A-02 held Failure #592A-01’s arms still as she locked her jaws around his abdomen and ripped his intestines out. The others descended on it as I led Wisterly out of the room and gave one final order. “Don’t eat the head. Bring that to the lab before it starts to rot.”
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/
Memory transcription subject:
REDACTED Date [standardized human time]: REDACTED
Something is off with all of this. I don’t know how to tell Kila that we are in grave danger without alerting Dr. Kilousai that I was aware of his deceitful nature. He answered her every question as though she wasn’t part of the herd. Something was very wrong.
The elevator reached its destination and the doors opened to reveal what was clearly an Arxur in full military gear. He didn’t move from his position and Dr. Kilousai didn’t even seem to care that it was here. Like he expected it. Kila was freaking out trying to get the doors to close, busting her finger bloody as she tried. I choose to stay as still and calm as possible. I knew my knife was still in reach. I can’t let the Arxur know it's there or I am dead.
Dr. Kilousai ordered the Arxur to grab us. I had the thought that maybe the Humans had allied with the Arxur, who made it behind Fed lines and took control, but that theory just got killed when a Koloshian ordered an Arxur. The Human's wouldn't let someone from the Cure Program in a leadership position.
It had to restrain Kila to stop her from hurting herself, but simply drug me by my arm. I chose not to resist. Not the right time. No escape route yet.
Dr. Kilousai led us into a large room with 10 more Arxur in it. The one holding us threw us into the center of the room. Before I could charge Dr. Kilousai and take him hostage, Kila grabbed hold of me and wouldn’t let go. Not good. I gently took hold of her and moved her in such a way that she would feel safe but could easily be moved to defend myself. Sorry Kila. It's you or me in this situation.
Dr. Kilousai cleared his throat to speak causing Kila to jerk and look at him. Stupid. He isn’t the threat. I kept my eyes on the Arxur. They didn’t flinch.
“Welcome to the labs! Here I work diligently to ensure that the Federation has all the tools necessary to keep everyone safe!” He grasped his tentacles together in a giddy excitement. He looked genuinely pleased to share this with us. Odd.
“
SAFE! SAFE? These are fucking monsters! We aren’t safe!” I couldn’t stop Kila from stupidly blurting this out. It was clear that upset Dr. Kilousai. Not good. I kept my eyes on him. The Arxur clearly wouldn’t move unless he ordered them to. He was the threat in this room.
“Sorry, I wasn’t referring to you Female Venlil Feed Subject #387V-42.” Spehg. He assigned her a name like that. Likely to distance her being from the idea of her personhood. I wasn’t stupid. My name right now is likely not too far off from hers. Need to change that. He continued “You see. In order for there to be prosperity there must be safety. For there to be safety there must be control.” He wasn’t wrong. It oddly made sense. I knew the federation could field billions of ships for every single one the Arxur could, but they never took the initiative to exterminate them.
“When we, the founding species, discovered the third race of intelligent beings, we were aghast at their barbaric and primitive natures. They were still killing each other with sticks! And for what? Land? Water? Food?” He started to pace back and forth. “NO! They killed each other in the thousands because the other members of their species were simply their enemies! Couple this with the disgusting act of eating corpses, fish and other small animals, every attempt to make them into something respectable failed. They were just too aggressive. Too… predatory.”
Kila just started to sob. He gestured to the squad of Axur in the room. “Take the Arxur for example. When we discovered them they were locked in a civil war over ideals. The Ideals of is it better to be feared or to be loved? The dominion believed that cruelty was the best way to control and keep their people safe, while the Northwest Bloc tried to be transparent with their people, tried to let them be free, even if that made things dangerous.” I thought about it. Thought about the Federation's early history. The Krakotl were a problem. Nikonus said so himself. The federation was trying love and found it failed. Then comes the Arxur fighting for an answer to the same question… I think I knew where he was going with this.
“The best thing happened when we made contact! They declared peace! They started to work together! Both sides desperately strove to incorporate our technology and follow our uplift plan! They desperately wanted to be like us! To live in peace and harmony! The only uplifts to ever do so without us having to prune their primitive cultures first!”
Kila shook her head in disbelief. “The only mistake we made with them was not realizing that they were incapable of digesting plant matter at all. They were the first sapient obligate carnivores that we had ever found! So when the time came and a famine struck Wriss, we gave them a cure to end their dependence on meat. Ooops! Killed nearly a fourth of their population! Thankfully it didn’t kill all of them. Though something strange happened. All of their livestock died. When we realized what had happened we already began to draft an extermination plan and got our fleet into position when the oddest thing happened.”
He held his tentacles wide in excitement. “Their PROPHET contacted us! Let us know that the dominion had taken control! That they used our ‘cure’ to kill their livestock. He made his people doubt the way of the Northwest bloc, and reinforced that the Dominion is in the right. He gave us proof of what we always knew. FEAR. Fear rules unchallenged. So we gave the Prophet’s most loyal weapons, and they purged the Northwest Blocs staunchest defenders. Then came the time for them to return the favor they owed us.”
“We moved our fleets out of the way. After all, We had no idea we were about to be attacked! Then the dominion launched its campaign and worlds fell. People fled in fear, and our control went from being loosely held by us to being a noose around the primitives necks.”
“My soldiers here are a gift from the dominion.” He gestured around to all of the Arxur. “I raised them from their eggs. Made them the perfect soldiers. With them we can ensure that if we or the dominion need someone… erased or need just a little bit of chaos to remind the mindless masses who is in charge well… they will ensure it always happens flawlessly.”
Kila looked up in horror and opened her stupid mouth again. “You.. You're a monster!” He just laughed this time. Not a good sign. “ME?! A monster? Monsters hurt sapient creatures without a single care. There are four sapient races in the galaxy. The Kolshians, the Farsul, the Prophet descendants, and Humanity.”
“The dominion keeps its people scared of starving and thus in control. Sadly that leaves them as sub-sapients, but every so often they get a useful tool and we authorize an uplift to our status.” I think I understand what he was talking about. Kila. She wasn’t really a person was she?
“I grow bored of this. I was hoping that maybe you were worth something. I guess I was wrong…” He slowly paced away from the center of the room. Distancing myself just far enough away if either of them rushed me they would never be able to get to me. “My children. Eat.”
In one motion every Arxur turned to look at us. With one step heard, all of them put a foot forward and then… I decided to act.
With one fluid movement I brandished my knife from its hiding spot. I grabbed Kila. Then I slid My knife into the base of her spine. She let out a blood curdling scream as she fell to the floor. Tears poured from her eyes as she looked up to me and then to her legs as she failed to move them. she began to sob hysterically and tried to crawl to the corridor we entered from.
As she slowly made her last attempt to escape, I cast the knife aside, letting it slide harmlessly across the floor till it came to a stop at the Doctor’s feet. He gave me a quizzical look. I stood proud and stated “I am more use to you as a tool than as feed for your soldiers. I know the inner workings of Venlil Primes government better than Tarva herself. I know how to wrap Humans around my fingers and make them do my bidding without them having a clue it's happening. Use me. I guarantee you that you will regret letting them eat me.”
After he picked up my knife and walked to me with his tail flicking happily behind him. “YES! I knew you were truly a sapient being! I am so relieved that I was right about you! You saw it, yes? How she wasn’t like us? How she couldn’t act beyond what she was told?” I could. That wasn’t a person. It was a scared stupid animal. Not worth my care. “Wisterly, a lot of races consider yours to be weak. Do you know what I think about your race?”
I took a moment to ponder the question. With a slight tilt to my head I responded “No Sir. I do not know what you think of my race.”
His tail flicked with excitement. “I think your race has always had great potential. Sadly a lot of your race are gullible to say the least, but you? You are something special. You don’t just accept your fate!” He waved a tentacle at the crawling, sniveling animal. “You aren’t like them! You ACT! You think! You change your fate! Come now! We are in great need of your skills!” He handed me back my knife and ordered. “Oh. #592A-01. Feed.”
He started to talk to me about their plans and how I would be fitting in to it as #592A-01 approached the food. He placed a foot on its legs pining it in place. It left streaks of orange blood across the floor as it ripped its claws out trying to escape. Then #592A-01 apparently failed its test. It bent down holding the feed still, locked its jaws around the head and bit down crushing the skull and killing the feed instantly.
“STOP. STOP STOP STOP. WHAT IN MY NAME WAS THAT!” #592A-01 froze, before it stood to attention. “I killed the feed Father.” He let out a long defeated sigh. “Did I TELL you to kill the feed?”
“No Father.”
He took a step closer to him “Why did I tell you to feed? And Why did I not tell you to kill?”
“So that when the time comes I can flawlessly imitate the Dominion’s Arxur, Father.”
He turned away and threw his tentacles into the air. “Children. Eat.”
#592A-01 stood perfectly still as its siblings approached. Another of the Arxur held #592A-01’s arms still as it locked its jaws around his abdomen and ripped its intestines out. The others descended on it as the Doctor led me out of the room and gave one final order. “Don’t eat the head. Bring that to the lab before it starts to rot.”
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/
Memory transcription subject:
Subject #592A-01 Date [standardized human time]: REDACTED Current Order: Wait at elevator door to enact further instructions.
The door opened. Father was there with two Venlil. One began to panic. The other froze.
Current Order: Bring Venlil unharmed with Father wherever he wishes.
I grabbed them and had to pin the screaming one's arms to stop her from harming herself. The scared one was easy to pull along. I like that one. Its fur is soft. Maybe if I am good Father will let me keep it? Like the sleeping Sivkit.
Current Order: Leave Venlil in center of room for feeding exercise. Guard door.
I stood still waiting for Father to issue his orders. Crying Venlil was Crying. I couldn't make her feel better. I felt sad as the other one was rather cute. Wish we didn’t have to eat that one. He was rather warm. Would have been nice to sleep next too.
Current Order: Fake step towards Venlil.
The calm one was not nice. He stabbed the crying one in the spine and paralyzed her from the waist down. I wish we could fix her instead of eating her. I bet she is nice. Maybe Father might let us have her now? I would have to clean her as she likely can’t control her bowel movements but that's ok! It would be nice to have a friend!
Current Order: Eat Crying Venlil.
I am sorry little one. I will make this as painless as possible.
Current Order: Don’t move, Answer questions.
Father is so mad at me. He was testing me and I failed. I am a failure. I deserve this. Mate approaches me now. Mate will eat me. Grow strong from my body mate. May the next mate Father selects for you be better than me.
ERROR: UNABLE TO PARSE TRANSCRIPT: CAUSE: DEATH OF SUBJECT
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/
Happy April Fools Day! I hope you guys are having fun! Uh… APRIL FOOLS! This wasn’t a joke at all! It was the start of my Bonus series. A collection of small stories that are definitely AU and explore Ideas I have. This may or may not have a sequel. So fell free to continue it if you like the Idea as you may be the only one too!
As with all of my fanfics this is considered creative commons by myself so feel free to grab anything from my stories to use in your own works! I would appreciate a shout out for this but that isn’t required.
submitted by
BiasMushroom to
HFY [link] [comments]
2023.04.01 06:37 WalterJamis Flair Change: AGI
I just got my AGI this last week, and I just KNOW you guys are all dying to know exactly how that happened. Here's the writeup you never thought you would read or wanted to see.
It was a long, arduous process. I can definitely say that I worked hard. You could even say that I toiled, and I would agree that that would be an accurate description. There were ups, there were downs. Highs and lows.
The whole thing started like any other thing that has ever started: with me being lazy and sitting in my bed watching YouTube or something like that. As I was wasting away my life on the chase of dopamine to try and give my life some semblance of meaning, I received a call that would change the course of my entire life. I looked at the caller ID and see it is one of the chief instructors at my current flight school. I wondered as to why I would be receiving such a call. There only seemed to be one way to find out. Thusly, I answered the phone. "
u/WalterJamis, I want to know if you would be willing to teach a Private Pilot ground school class that starts in a few weeks." These were words I never thought I would have fall upon my own two ears.
Play it cool, I thought to myself, trying to play it cool.
"Sure, that sounds like something I'd be willing to do." I responded, hoping the shakiness in my voice doesn't give away my feelings.
"Thanks, we'll be in touch to figure things out and get you teaching."
Click. I got off my bed and jumped for joy! What luck! What crazy luck! The stars had aligned, even though I couldn't see them at the time (it was midmorning after all). As I ran circles around my room like an ecstatic little puppy trying to catch its own tail, I had a Realization dawn on me. It hit me like a ton of bricks, halting me in my small, circular tracks.
I'm not a CFI yet. Perhaps at some point in history there were truer words, but this Realization was an undeniable fact. I had not yet received the precious document from the Federal Aviation Administration of the United States of America stating that I was qualified to fly from the right seat of a Cessna 172 and teach people with very poor money sense how to control a lovely bugsmasher. I was indeed in the process of receiving this certificate. But I had yet to even fly from the right seat. How could I, a lowly, poor, and recently minted commercial pilot, teach a class without this certificate? There had to be a solution.
I thought for minutes on end. The solution came to me as if in a whisper.
Get your Ground Instructor Certificate. The words sent chills down my spine. I shuddered, knowing the journey coming would push me to my limits.
Like any good pilot knows to do, I went straight to the source of knowledge. I opened up my phone to make the call that had to be made. At the end of the phone call, I opened my computer to start using the blessed Study Strategy
TM. Yes! You guessed it! Sheppard Air, the fountain of truth, would guide me on my way. The test to be taken was the AGI test. A study bank of 800 or so questions. Daunting, but doable. I spent the following days huddled over my computer like a person with cold hands over a fire. I knew I didn't look pretty, but I had a task to complete, and complete it I would.
After finishing the Study Strategy
TM, I went to the center to take the test. I looked over each question, pondering. I click the answers I know in my heart of hearts to be true. A. B. A. A. C. B. After twenty minutes of this, I left the testing room with my heart in my hands. I walked to the proctor, eyes like a doe, hoping against hope that I had passed. He handed me the paper with a score. I couldn't believe my eyes. I had passed.
Normally this would be cause for celebration. And celebrate a little I did. But reality brought me out of too much joy. I still had yet to take my FOI test. Thus, another phone call was made to the waters of information. But this call came with truly wonderous news. The study bank was a mere 400 questions. That was nothing to my recently enlarged brain.
Two days passed of following the Study Strategy
TM. After, I again go to the testing center. The same process, just new questions. I am not new to this situation. I had done it time and time before; I could do it again. After clicking on my answers, I left the room, prepared to receive devastating news if the cards happened to fall that way. I again was handed a paper with the results. And there, in front of me, were the words telling me that I had passed this test as well.
I now had proof that I was indeed more knowledgeable than others. And with this proof, I was ready to show a bunch of know-nothings the reality of how little they knew about airplanes. Then, I would bring them up to my level, if that were even possible. Just one little thing stood in my way. I had two options now to officially receive the certificate. I could face the time-consuming journey of the FSDO, or I could meet with a DPE. Both options undesired. One option required.
I had not the time to wait for an appointment with the FSDO. Thus, a DPE was required. A time was set to facetime. And facetime we did. We went to IACRA and clicked some buttons. An application was sent. It was approved. I was sent an e-mail with a temporary certificate. In the eyes of the FAA, I was officially allowed to teach this class and endorse my students to take a written test. I had, at last, gotten my AGI.
TL;DR I took two tests then filled out an application and got my AGI certificate.
I think I'm in a pretty unique situation where it actually makes sense to have an AGI. As I've been working toward my CFI, I got an awesome offer to teach a Private Pilot ground school for my flight school. I don't have my CFI yet, so I had to get my AGI quickly to be able to endorse my students to take the written.
I guess I don't really have to do FOI on the CFI initial if the DPE doesn't want to. And I guess I can get a gold seal CFI now without doing anything extra if enough of my students pass their checkrides.
submitted by
WalterJamis to
flying [link] [comments]
2023.04.01 03:36 Cosmicspider87 Epstein and his Royalty/Noble Connections
Royalty/Nobles UK
- Prince Andrew, will have his own segment (These listed below are close to him and Epstein)
- Simon Case: Private Secretary to Prince William as of 2018. Previously was in charge of figuring out the border issue in Northern Ireland and Ireland post-Brexit. British civil servant for over a decade, including as a policy adviser for the Ministry of Defence.
- Merivale-Austen, Bruce: Managing Partner of DM Partners Asia, a private wealth management firm. Plays polo every summer with Prince William and Prince Harry (https://www.thailandtatler.com/people/brouce-merivale-austin
- Gibbs, Emma: Former girlfriend of Prince Andrew. Gibbs was introduced to Prince Andrew by her good friend, Ghislaine Maxwell. Gibbs worked as a PR consultant.
- Harvey Victoria: Ex-girlfriend of Prince Andrew, Hervey is an English model and socialite. Although her relationship with Andrew didn’t work out, she remained in his inner circle. In 2000, she attended a dinner with Prince Andrew, Bill Clinton, Donald Trump, and Jeffrey Epstein (source: https://www.thesun.co.uk/news/9844083/lady-victoria-hervey-jeffrey-epstein-too-old/). Hervey is also a friend of Ghislaine Maxwell, who introduced her to Epstein and “set her up in one of Epstein’s apartments in New York.” Hervey is the daughter of Victor Hervey, 6th Marquess of Bristol, businessman and member of the House of Lords.
- Jameel, Mohammed: Saudi Arabian businessman. CEO of Abdul Latif Jameel, a collective of family-owned businesses that specialize in transportation, investing, and real estate. Royal pervert Prince Andrew infamously partied on Jameel’s yacht during the 2011 London riots (source: https://www.mirror.co.uk/news/uk-news/prince-andrew-frolicks-on-yacht-with-mystery-147496
- Manconi, John: Businessman who hosts super exclusive charity polo events attended by Prince Charles, Harry, and Andrew (https://variety.com/2002/scene/vpage/royals-have-splendid-time-1117868882/).
- Caprice: Likely refers to Caprice Bourret, a former model and former love interest of Prince Andrew around 2000-2001.
- Sir Rufus Albermarle
- Earl Charles Spencer Aldrup
- Carella Alun-Jones
- Jeremy and Deborah Alun-Jones
- Simon Astaire Hollywood and British Royal Family agent. Specializes in representation, celebrity endorsement, and public relations.
- Sir Anthony Bamford and Lady C Anthony is a billionaire British businessman. Chairman of JCB, which provides equipment for construction, agriculture, etc. Has donated more than £4m personally and through JCB companies to the Conservative Party. Has close ties to David Cameron, Tony Blair, and Prince Charles. Bamford was mentioned in the Panama Papers as having offshore accounts. Lady Carole Bamford is his wife and a successful businesswoman.
- James & Lucinda Bruce: James is a businessman who comes from nobility. His father was a baron. His 2nd wife, Lucinda, is a producer.
- Lord and Lady Beaumon Likely refers to the late Tim Beaumont of Whitley and his wife, Baroness Mary Rose. Tim was a UK politician in the Liberal Party and, later on, the Green Party. Six generations of his paternal side sat in the House of Commons (source: Irish Times) He was also an Anglican priest. Mary Rose is the cousin of Antony Armstrong-Jones, 1st Earl of Snowdon and (now deceased) husband of Princess Margaret.
- Baron Bentinck Dutch and British nobility.
- Robert Byng Descendant of admirals, viscounts, and earls. Current property owner of Wrotham Park, an English country house that hosts social events for the wealthy and has been used as a filming location for many movies.
- Sir Nickey Caledon The 7th Earl of Caledon. Received his knighthood in 2015 when he was appointed Knight Commander of the Royal Victorian Order (KCVO).
- Mario Cabo-Platero is an Italian journalist and served as editor of the Italian newspaper Il Sole 24 Ore for 30 years. Ariadne is the daughter of Lord and Lady Beaumont
- George & Pauline Case: Pauline Case (maiden name Pauline Astor) is a Viscountess and daughter of William Astor, 3rd Viscount Astor
- Marina Cowdray: Wife of Michael Pearson, 4th Viscount of Cowdray. Daughter of John Cordle. Sister of Rachel and Rupert Cordle.
- Sophie Crabbe British socialite
- d’Arenberg, Prince Pierre: Family lineage can be traced back 1000 years. European royalty. Extremely wealthy not because of his ties to nobility, but because his mother, Margaret Bedford, was an heiress to Standard Oil (Exxon).
- d’Uzes, Jacques De crussol: The 17th Duke of Uze
- Dartmouth, William: The 10th Earl of Dartmouth. Member of the European Parliament from 2009-2019. Became a stepbrother of Princess Diana when his mother embarked on a 2nd marriage with Diana’s father, John Spencer.
- Derby Earl / Cntess Cass & Ted: Edward Stanley (known informally as Teddy) is the 19th Earl of Derby. Caroline Stanley is Ted’s wife. She was a socialite during the ‘90s and is the daughter of Robin Neville, the 10th Baron Braybrooke
- Dolbey, Alex & Suzie: Suzie Dolbey (nee Murray-Philipson) is the daughter of the recently deceased Robin Murray-Philipson, who was the descendant of the Viscounts Elibank. Alex Dolbey has been the director of several management and investment companies.
- Duchess of York: Former wife of Prince Andrew. Mother of Princess Beatrice and Eugenie.
- Elliot, Ben: Current Co-Chairman of the Conservative Party in the UK and nephew of Camilla, Duchess of Cornwall (Prince Charles’s current wife). Elliot is also co-founder of Quintessentially Group, a hospitality group that specializes in leisure, travel, and tourism. Epstein has several ties to this group. Elliot’s spokesman has said that Elliot never met Epstein. However, Elliot has been a dinner guest of Ghislaine Maxwell in New York.
- Fairfax, The Hon Rupert: Hon. Rupert Alexander James Fairfax is the son of Thomas Brian McElvie Fairfax, 13th Lord of Fairfax of Cameron. Rupert is currently Managing Director of Fairfax Saddles, which was awarded the Queen’s Award for Innovation in 2018. This is the highest business award in the UK.
- Fiennes, Martin: The heir apparent to the Baron Saye and Sele, a title of peerage in England. Lives in Broughton Castle. Cousin of actor Ralph Fiennes.
- Fiennes, Suzzana: A British artist who works exclusively with Prince Charles. Susannah is the twin sister of Martin Fiennes and cousin of actor Ralph.
- Freud, Mathew: Matthew Freud is the head of Freud Communications, an international public relations firm. Matthew is also the great-grandson of Sigmund Freud. Freud’s first wife, Caroline Hutton, went on to marry the 9th Earl of Spencer (Princess Diana’s brother). Elisabeth Murdoch, his 2nd wife (now divorced), is the daughter of Rupert Murdoch.
- Robert Olney
- Mr and Mrs Ellingworth
- Lady Amanda
- Patrick and Marla Fairweather
- Gary Ramsey
- Ashley & Allegra Hicks: Ashley is the Godson of Prince Philip, second cousin of Prince Charles, and an interior designer.
- Viscount William Astor: Member of the House of Lords, which creates and shapes laws. There are approximately 800 current members. Chairman of television production company Silvergate Media. Member of the Astor family, which specialized in the fur trade, real estate, and drug smuggling in the early 19th century.
- Tamara Beckwith: English socialite
- Annabelle Bond OBE[1] (born 1969) is a British socialite,[2][3] international adventurer and activist,[4] who came to prominence after climbing the summit of Mount Everest on 15 May 2004, making her the fourth British woman to do so.
- Glentworth, Edmund & Emily: Edmund Pery is the 7th Earl of Limerick and was formerly known as Viscount Glentworth. He worked in British government until becoming director of Deutsche Bank. Emily is Edmund’s wife.
- Granby, David: David Charles Robert Manners is the 11th Duke of Rutland. He also goes by the Marquess of Granby. Granby is a high-profile supporter of the UK Independence Party and has hosted fundraising events at his ancestral home, Belvoir Castle. Employed Harvey Proctor, the former Conservative Parliament member who had to resign because he had sexual relations with underage male prostitutes, as his personal secretary.
- Grenfell, Natasha: Daughter of Lord St Just, heir to a banking fortune and Wilbury Park mansion. Her mother was actress and one-time Tennessee Williams love interest, Maria Britneva. Natasha is a socialite who has is friends with royalty, actors, and musicians
- Hambro, Clementine: Great-granddaughter of Winston Churchill who also served as a bridesmaid at the wedding of Prince Charles and Princess Diana when she was just five-years-old. Her father, Richard, was a British heir and investment banker. K
- Hanover, Ernst & chantal: Prince Ernst Hanover is the head of the royal House of Hanover. The House of Hanover has produced six British monarchs, including King George III and Queen Victoria. The current British monarchy, the Windsors, are actually of German and British descent, which is why these family trees intersect. Most notably, the House of Hanover is perhaps the most important of the Black Nobility families. There have been some fantastic threads on Reddit about the Black Nobility.
- Hanson, Brook: Adopted son of British industrialist, Lord Hanson, Brook died in 2014 at the age of 50.
- Hanson, Lord & Lady: British industrialist who made a fortune in the ‘80s as a Trade and Industry
- Secretary in close friend Margaret Thatcher’s administration. His wife, Geraldine, was a former model. They are both dead.
- Hanson, The Hon Robert: British financier and eldest son of Lord Hanson. Chairman of Hanson Family Holdings, a private investment firm. In the 1980s, Robert worked as a banker at NM Rothschild & Sons before returning to his father’s company. Before getting married, Hanson dated socialite Anouska de Georgiou, who became the first British woman to accuse Jeffrey Epstein of raping her as a teenager (source: https://www.nbcnews.com/news/us-news/how-british-teen-model-was-lured-jeffrey-epstein-s-web-n1056901. Odd that Robert Hanson, his brother Brook, and his parents would have wanted anything to do with Epstein.
- Heseltine, Rupert: Businessman and heir to Haymarket Media Group. Son of Baron Michael Heseltine.
- Hicks, India: A fashion model in the ‘80s and ‘90s, India Hicks is a good friend of Ghislaine Maxwell. Descendant of the Mountbatten family, a British dynasty (although much of their background is German). Granddaughter of the much-decorated war hero, Lord Mountbatten (Prince Charles’s mentor), who, according to FBI files, was “a homosexual with a perversion for young boys” (source: https://www.thesun.co.uk/news/9745399/lord-mountbatten-fbi-dossier-prince-charles/). Prince Charles is her second cousin and Godfather.
- Hill, Anthony: Son of Robin Hall, 8th Marquess of Downshire and Juliet Weld-Forester, daughter of 7th Baron Forester.
- Hoffman, Hetty: Married to Robin Dundas, Earl of Ronaldshay. Lady Ronaldshay is a patron and ambassador for Zoe’s Place Baby Hospice, a UK-based charity that provides care for terminally ill babies and children up to five years old. A good friend of Ben Holland-Martin
- Linley, David: Princess Margaret’s son, Queen Elizabeth II’s nephew, and first cousin of Prince Charles and Prince Andrew. Linley is a furniture maker and the 2nd Earl of Snowdon. He used to be the Chairman of Christie’s auction house in the UK.
- Manners, Eddie: Lord Manners is the son of the 10th Earl of Rutland and an investment banker. He lives at Haddon Hall, a beautiful old mansion.
- Manners, Miss Lucy: An interior designer who is the cousin of Eddie (mentioned above) and the Duke of Rutland. Lucy is a very close friend of Sarah, Duchess of York (Prince Andrew’s first wife), a close friend of Epstein’s, and even served as her lady-in-waiting. Manners lives at Eastnor Castle, which houses 96 rooms.
- Manners, Terssa: Teresa is the daughter of the 10th Duke of Rutland and sister of Eddie and the 11th Duke of Rutland. She was the cover girl for Tatler and posed for Vogue, two magazines that feature many Epstein contacts.
- Menzies, Kate: Close friend of Princess Diana and the Royal Family. The Menzies are millionaires because of their newsagents and distribution group.
- Milford Haven George & Clare: George Mountbatten, 4th Marquess of Milford Haven. Second cousin of Prince Charles. Founded uSwitch, a website that allows you to compare suppliers of various services. Sold the company for $400 million. George’s grandfather was the older brother of Lord Mountbatten, alleged pedophile and father figure/mentor to Prince Charles. George’s wife, Clare, was the Social Editor of Tatler magazine (there it is again!) from 1995-2005.
- Monckton, Rosa: Former President of Tiffany & Co. jewelry company. Daughter of a Viscount. Princess Diana was Monckton’s best friend and the Godmother of one of her children. Rosa also serves as a fundraiser for and on the board of several charities, most of which focus on children. Monckton is a patron for Downside Up, a charity for children with Down Syndrome, with actor Ralph Fiennes, who is also in Epstein’s contacts (http://downsideupcharity.org/node/64). She also raises money for KIDS charity out of London where Liz Hurley (also in Epstein’s contacts) is a patron, along with Elton John, David Cameron, David Furnish, Cherie Booth, and Channel 4 News presenter Cathy Newman (https://www.kids.org.uk/Pages/FAQs/Category/patrons). Epstein once offered Monckton to bring her daughter, who has Down Syndrome, to his house in Palm Beach (https://www.vanityfair.com/news/2003/03/jeffrey-epstein-200303?currentPage=1
- Murray Threipland, Tercious/Claire: Owner of Dunbeath Castle. Claire left her first husband, Henry Herbert, The 17th Earl of Pembroke, to be with Tertius in 1981. Claire’s daughter, Emma, was a bridesmaid at the first marriage of Camila Parker Bowles (now Prince Charles’s wife).
- Negrete, Jelitza: A Countess and descendant of European nobility
- Newman, Hetty: Second wife of the 7th Earl of Caledon.
- Noel, Hon Thomas: Son of Anthony Noel, 5th Earl of Gainsborough
- O’Donnell, Mr Carletto: Financier. Friend of Princess Michael of Kent (King George V’s grandson)
- Oxenberg Christina marc Yaggi: Christina is a writer and fashion designer. Her mother is Princess Elizabeth of Yugoslavia. Her grandparents were Prince Paul of Yugoslavia and Princess Olga of Greece and Denmark. Due to all of the inbreeding between European royals, Christine is a cousin of the Royal Family. Oxenberg used to attend dinner parties at Epstein’s and was also friends with Ghislaine (https://www.townandcountrymag.com/society/tradition/a30222833/christina-oxenberg-instagram-patreon-memoi). Oxenberg intends to talk to the FBI about Epstein and Maxwell (https://www.tatler.com/article/christina-oxenberg-speaks-to-fbi-about-ghislaine-maxwell-and-jeffrey-epstein). Marc Yaggi is Executive Director of Waterkeeper Alliance, where Oxenberg was once a writer.
- Palumbo, Mr James: Baron Palumbo of Southwark is an entrepreneur and a member of the House of Lords. Co-founder of Ministry of Sound nightclub
- Palumbo, Peter: Father of James (above). Baron Palumbo is a property developer who sat on the House of Lords from 1991-2019. Former polo teammate and close friend of Prince Charles until they had a falling out. Confidant of Princess Diana. Godfather of Princess Beatrice of York, the elder daughter of Prince Andrew. Peter denies ever having met Epstein.
- Pearson Hon Charles: Son of the Third Viscount Cowdray and owner of the 53,000 acre Dunecht estate
- Pease, Simon & Clem: Simon was a successful custodian of the family’s Underley Estate. He was also a High Sheriff of Cumbria. Passed away in 2007. Clementine was his wife.
- Puttnam, David: British film producer, educator, and member of the House of Lords. Puttnam was friends with Princess Diana before her passing.
Spanish Royalty
- Jose Aznar (Prime Minister)
- Fernando de Cordova Hohenlohe: Spanish nobility. Current Marquis of Alboloduy.
- Joaquin Fernandez de Arion: Spanish royalty. The 10th Duke of Arion. His mother is Princess Beatriz zu Hohenlohe-Langenburg. Married to Diana Langes-Swarovski, the great-great granddaughter of Daniel Swarovski, founder of the crystal manufacturer.
Swedish Royalty
- Henry & Tatjana D’abo d’abo, d’Abo is the grandson of the 9th Duke of Rutland Tatjana is his wife. Henry is the chairman of Wilton Payments Ltd, a private company that helps with financial intermediation. He and Christopher O’Neill are the primary shareholders of the company. O’Neill is Tatjana’s half-brother, a British-American financier, and husband to Princess Madeleine, Duchess of Hälsingland and Gästrikland , a daughter of King Carl XVI Gustaf of Sweden
- d’abo, Mrs. Jennifer: British entrepreneur who passed away in 2003. d’Abo was once married to Peter Cadbury from the family of the famous chocolate company. Peter did not work for the company, but he and Jennifer d’Abo had a son together. Their son, Joel Cadbury, became owner of the Groucho Club, a watering hole often frequented by famous people. Three years after Cadbury sold the club, their website became the center of a child pornography scandal (link to story: https://www.sott.net/article/242698-Groucho-Clubs-website-forum-hit-by-child-pornography-scandal
French Royalty
- Pierre D’ArenBerg
- de Clermont-Tonnerre, Hermine: A French princess who used to have a penchant for partying. The only daughter of Charles Henri, 11th Duke of Clermont-Tonnerre, Hermine was one of 500 guests invited to Queen Elizabeth The Queen Mother’s 100th birthday back in 2000.
- Louis Albert de Broglie French prince and entrepreneur The Prince Gardener
- Hauteville, Marc de: Manages Soc Civile du Frayssinet, a real estate company based out of France. There is very little information other than this. Both of his parents appear to be members of noble families - the Hautevilles and the Cazenoves - who have historical ties to the Du Ponts.
- Karella, Kalliope: Wife of Prince Pierre d’Arenberg. Kalliope is a good friend of Ghislaine Maxwell.
Saudi Royalty
- Amr Al-Dabbagh
Jordan Royalty
- Firyal Princess: Jerusalem-born Jordanian princess who was once married to Prince Muhammad bin Talal. Firyal was named an UNESCO Goodwill Ambassador in 1992. Princess Firyal launched the International Hope Foundation in 1994 for the benefit of homeless and street children. Firyal holds positions with several museums (The Louvre, The Tate, MOMA, and Guggenheim), as well as positions with Columbia University, New York Public Library, United Nation Association, and International Rescue Committee.
German Royals
- Debbie & Bola Von Bismarck: Leopold (“Bolle”) von Bismarck is the great-grandson of Otto von Bismarck, the first chancellor of Germany. Debbie is a former model and Leopold’s wife. Model Kate Moss is currently engaged to their son, Nikolai.
- Vanessa von Bismarck Cofounder of BPCM, a public relations firm that specialized in fashion, beauty, and wine & spirits. Great-great-granddaughter of Otto von Bismarck.
- Furstenberg, Heinrich & Milana Heinrich is a prince and the Head of the House of Furstenberg as of 2011. He married Milana (Maximiliane of Windlisch-Gaetz), his second cousin, in 1976. He owns and manages the family’s landholdings and beer brewing businesses. His wife (and second cousin) also belongs to a family of high nobility.
- Furstenberg, Alex, Alexandra V.: Alexander is an American businessman and the son of the famous fashion designer Diane von Furstenberg. He remains a partner in his mother’s company. Alexandra is a furniture designer and Alex’s ex-wife. They divorced in 2002 but have 2 children together.
Italian Royalty/Nobility
- Peretti Brachetti: Ferdinando Brachetti Peretti. Nobility. Son of Count Aldo Maria Brachetti-Peretti. Co-owner of Italian oil company, API.
- Hugo Brachetti: Also co-owner of Italian oil company, API. Ferdinando’s brother.
- Tiberto Brandolini d'Adda Mr. Brandolini d’Adda currently serves as an independent member of the Board of Directors of YAFA S.p.A. In addition, from 2015 to December 2019, he has been an independent Boardmember of LumX Asset Management (Suisse) S.A. (formerly Gottex Fund Management Holdings Limited).
- Muriel Brandolini is a famous interior designer who has worked with Matt Lauer, the Crown Prince and Princess of Greece, and others. Nuno is a banker and (shockingly) comes from money and nobility
- Gianluca Cicogna: CEO, CFO, and President of Beauty Brands Inc. Brother of Gianfranco Cicogna.
- Gioconda Cicogna: Mother of Gianluca and Gianfranco. Interior designer.
- Gianfranco Cicogna: Gianfranco Cicogna Mozzoni was a business leader, a Count by birth, the Ambassador for the Order of Malta at its embassy in Kenya. His grandfather, Giuseppe Volpi, was known as “Italy’s Rockefeller.” Gianfranco died flying a plane at an air show in 2012.
- Marina Cicogna: Countess. Granddaughter of Kingdom of Italy Finance Minister Giuseppe Volpi, one of the richest and most influential men in Italy in the early 1900s.
- Durso Luigi: Luigi d’Urso was a noble and Italian railroad executive who died in 2006. His grandfather was the 9th Duke di Cassano. His mother was the great-granddaughter of George Clymer, one of the founding fathers of the U.S. and signee of both the Declaration of Independence and the U.S. Constitution. d’Urso was also married to French designer and model Ines de la Fressange.
- Gaetani, Gelasio: Count Gelasio Gaetani comes from one of the oldest families in Rome. The Gaetani (also known as Caetani) family has produced 3 popes, including Pope Boniface VIII. Gelasio is a wine specialist and vineyard owner who helps celebrities buy the most unique bottles of wine throughout the world.
- Gaetani, Rufreido: Roffredo Gaetani was an Italian count, prince, and duke who died in a car crash in 2005. Roffredo came to the public’s attention when he dated Ivana Trump in the 1990s. Brother of Gelasio.
- Pignatelli, Frederico: An Italian prince whose family has “aristocratic ties to Pope Innocenzo XII” (https://federicopignatelli.com/). President, owner, and founder of Pier 59 Studios, the world’s largest photo studio complex. Federico was once accused of sexual harassment by his former assistant, but he was acquitted (https://nymag.com/intelligence2010/08/photography_studio_head_federi.html). Pignatelli also has his own modeling agency which is headed by Brunella Casella, the woman responsible for launching the career of scumbag Naomi Campbell, Cindy Crawford, and others (https://wwd.com/fashion-news/fashion-scoops/industry-model-management-new-york-office-10505934/
IRELAND
- Gillford, Lord & Lady: Lord Gillford is Patrick Meade, the 8th Earl of Clanwilliam. He is a businessman who is on the board of Soma Oil & Gas Holdings and Eurasia Drilling Company, where he served as Chairman. Eurasia Drilling Company is owned by Russian billionaire oligarch, Alexander Dzhaparidze and billionaire Alexander Putilov.
Greece
- Greece Princess Olga: Princess Olga, Duchess of Apulia (nee Princess Olga Isabelle of Greece) married her second cousin, Prince Aimone of Savoy, Duke of Apulia, in 2008. Olga’s father is first cousins with Prince Phillip (Queen Elizabeth’s wife).
- Greece, MC & Pavlos: Pavlos is the eldest son of Constantine II, the last King of Greece, before the monarchy was abolished in 1973. Worked in New York as an investment portfolio manager. MC is his wife, Marie-Chantal, Crown Princess of Greece. Her father is the billionaire founder of Duty Free Shops. Her sisters, Alexandra and Pia, married into the von Furstenberg and Getty families, respectively. A dinner party was thrown for them at the Standard Hotel in 2009. There were about 12 guests there. One of those exclusive guests was Ghislaine Maxwell (source: https://wwd.com/eye/people/royal-standard-a-fete-for-princess-marie-chantal-and-prince-pavlos-2399957/
Russian
- Guedroltz, Solina & Nicolas: Solina is a photographer. Her father is a viscount. Nicolas is an antique Russian furniture dealer. He is a Russian prince and is of Belgian nobility through his mother’s side.
Austria
- Hapsburg, Marie: Royalty. Her father was Archduke Joseph Arpad of Austria and her mother, Archduchess Maria of Austria, was a Princess of Löwenstein-Wertheim-Rosenberg and a member of the House of Löwenstein-Wertheim-Rosenberg by birth. The Hapsburg (also called Habsburg) family is one of the most powerful and wealthiest families in Europe. The Hapsburgs are another Black Nobility family of very high prestige. I couldn’t find anything out about her husband, Raymond van der Meide. They have 7 children together.
submitted by
Cosmicspider87 to
MisterEinvestigating [link] [comments]
2023.04.01 03:01 Steve_Chandler__ The Road to Revolution (Ep. 6)
Steve is alone. We don’t see where he is as he just seems to be gone in the pitch dark. Below him is some type of flooring, in front of him a television. Where Woody and Leo are beating up a tag team ahead of Supercard of Honor, advertising the match between Woody and Leo and Neon Genesis Stevangelion.
Behind him a door formed, but he doesn’t turn to it. He just sinks back down as he obviously seems disheveled. The Dream Version of Vacant appears again.
D. Vacant: “You aren’t going to show, are you? Ha… I guess you know this is one way to kill the revolution, eh, Steve? Hey… I respect that. LLR is overrated, never done jack shit for me except give me strife. Ah well… no use moping about it anymore. You want a drink? Or are you busy wallowing on your throne of sadness?”
Steve doesn’t say anything, on the screen he just watches the screen, as Leo and Woody win the match. They stand tall and begin brutalizing their opponents. Eventually though, Besty, Genesis, and Graziano run out. Besty and Graz wearing Stevolution gear and Genesis wearing NGS gear. They chase Leo and Woody away. Though Leo just laughs.
Leo: “You’re fighting a losing battle, you know? Counting on Steve again… you know he’s just going to let you down again…”
D. Vacant laughs.
D. Vacant: “He’s got you pegged alright. Nothing but a wee man. No spine anymore. Can’t even accept the fate he asked for…”
Steve: “I… asked for..?”
—
We cut to LLR’s medical office, where Steve is sat on a medical bed after a match. It’s after he lost his rematch for the Pacific Championship. He’s bruised and bloodied, as a doctor checks up on him.
Doctor: “Well… outside of the fact you’ll need a bit to rest up. You should be fine to go Steve…”
Steve: “Heh… that’s good… I just… fuck. I feel exhausted. It’s been a while since I kinda felt… I don’t know… outclassed? Like… I guess maybe it’s the first time I felt like there was a skill gap between me and these newer guys…”
Doctor: “Well… that’ll happen. Got to get more crafty…”
— We return to the void we originally saw Steve in, panic fills his eyes as he speaks in rushed words.
Steve: “I-I didn’t… I didn’t ask for this! This… this isn’t my time! I can still go! I would never..! I would never give up!”
D. Vacant: “Calm down, I didn’t say that. You musta misheard me. I’m just saying… this is what’s coming to you I know yo-”
Steve: “NO! You won’t- That’s not-! This isn’t-! No!”
—
The camera cuts to Steve receiving another check up in the LLR medical office. Somehow he seems even more roughed up, however this wasn’t from a title match. This is from an episode of Raw.
Doctor: “Jesus. Steve, I mean… medically speaking, you’ll be able to compete in a week but… hey. Maybe take it a little easier next week, right? Don’t go as hard.”
Steve huffs, and sighs. His head slowly nodding, it seems like even that act hurts in a way.
Steve: “God jesus… I don’t know doc… you’re right. I’m uh… I’m starting to wonder how many of these I got in me…”
Doctor: “Well… take a week off. See how you feel about it. I’ll admit, you’ve seen better days but… as of now I have no reason to not clear you to predict.”
—
Steve: “Everything’s crumbling… everything’s falling apart… and you’re telling me… you’re telling me that I–!?”
Steve’s voice gets cut off, a phone ominously ringing. Suddenly he’s not in a void. He’s in a room. It’s his house. The phone is his usual phone. Dream Vacant is still there, but he’s not saying a word. Vacant seems… terrified at the ringing phone.
Steve cautiously moves to pick it up. As he brings it to his ear… the camera cuts away one more time.
—
Once more we return to the past. It’s LLR’s corporate offices, Steve drives up in his car and parks out front. The camera lingers on him as he enters the office. Asking to see the head of talent.
He enters, and there sits LBH. He’s accepting a phone call, and chatting. He turns his head, and smiles. Gesturing towards a seat. Steve sits down and LBH mouths ‘just a second’.
LBH finishes the call, we don’t hear what he says. But eventually he hangs up. The first noise we’re allowed to hear is the distinct noise of hanging up an office phone. And LBH saying.
LBH: “Sorry about that, with the LLR 2.0 stuff, we’ve been busy as fuck. But… that’s business. So, what’s so important? What brought you all the way over here?”
Steve: “I… think it’s time I retire…”
LBH’s eyes widen. Sitting up straighter all of a sudden, this admission took him aback. He doesn’t even fully seem to process it, he shakes his head.
LBH: “I… I’m sorry?”
Steve: “I’ve been thinking of retiring for a while now… hell I’ve hardly been showing up as it is… when I do I get the ass kicked out of me. I think it’s time. I think my time’s done… has been done. You know? I keep waiting for the perfect end… but… I think I have to make my own.”
LBH: “Wow… I never– heh… I never would’ve guessed you’d go out on your own terms.”
Steve: “Neither would I. Y’know… is it okay if I don’t make that part public? I don’t… it doesn’t feel right. I’ve always been never say die. It feels weird to announce that I’m the one who quit.”
LBH: “Steve, what happens here, happens here. Whatever you wanna tell the people on the mic, you can. That’s not my place.”
Once more we don’t get to hear the continuation of the conversation. The conversation fading away as the camera slowly fades to black. From that blackness we hear.
—
Steve: “Hello? Who is this?”
TooRare: “Steve? Hey. It’s TooRare… I’m coming to take you to your match tonight. Supercard of Honor? It’s tonight. Last match with NGS, right?”
Steve: “Alright… I’ll be out in a minute.” —
The car ride is silent, neither man daring to speak as they drive to the arena. Dream Vacant is sat in the back, stewing on… something.
Eventually, they make it to the arena. There is a sea of fans. Steve seems… out of it.
The backstage is as busy as usual, ring attendants running around trying to make sure the show runs smoothly. Other competitors filming promos, eventually Steve calls for someone to help him shoot a promo. One last promo. They walk outside of the arena, as people fill in. He begins to speak.
Steve: “For how long have I been here? About five or so years… it feels… much longer than that. Things haven’t always been easy here at LLR. I’ve had my fair share of ups and downs.”
“Leo, you were one of the downs. You’re right to hate me. Just as many others are right to hate me. I’ve never been a good guy. Or a bad guy. Or the guy, for that matter. I’ve always been… well I’ve always been Steve Chandler. Or whoever Steve Chandler was to me in that given moment.”
“I don't have many regrets, though. Sure, there are some. Stevolution being one of them. But everything I’ve done, I’ve took ‘em on the chin. And I’ve moved on. Because of those downs. Those problems. Those setbacks. That's why I’m here, man. That’s why I’ve been here. That’s why I’m able to stand here today and talk to you.”
“Without them… who would I be? Who is someone without their greatest flaws? Without their regrets? It’s not in your successes that we see one’s character… no. It’s in their flaws. Leo. I see who you are. You’re not me. You’re my antithesis. I’ve scrapped for everything I’ve earned. The titles. The accolades. The food on my plate. I earned my spot here. You?”
“How is it that you got your World Title, hm? Option J, right? Well… you don’t need me to point out that 2 of your rentions were from DQs or No Shows. You’ve always cut corners, Leo. When I told you, I saw something in you, I meant that I saw someone who COULD turn into me one day. Who could turn into a fighter. Someone who could fight through the thick and the thin.”
“But all you are Leo… is some wannabe celebrity. You whine… and whine… and whine. You turn your back on We Bleed Green only to turn back to them with open arms in a second. The grass is always greener, eh Leo?”
“I finally know who I am, Leo. I finally know where I am. At Mania… I’ll fight you Night Two. And I’ll still retire all the same that night. But Leo… it won’t be easy. I’m not gonna lay down. I’m not gonna promise to do the right thing and put you over. Leo… if you want to put me down. You’re gonna have to earn it.”
“And to my family. To the people who’ve seen the good in me when I long thought it dead. To Genesis. To TooRare. To Besty. To Graziano. I’ll fight alongside you too. Tonight at Supercard of Honor. NGS will die. But we’ll die fighting. We’ll die with glory. At Night One of Mania. There will be a Stevolreunion. The long winding road of Stevolution will end… everyone as brothers once again. And then… we’ll part ways. That will be all. Stevolution, too, will die.”
“Then at Night Two… I, Steve Chandler, will end. Be it triumphant. Or be it at a loss… It doesn't matter now. All that matters now… is how the credits play. Thank you, LLR. Thank you, Stevolution. Thank you, NGS. I’ll see you tonight.”
Steve walks away, into the arena.
—
The camera crossfades to the show. The packed crowd, and a ring announcer standing in the center of the ring.
Ring Announcer: “The Tag Team Following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
Crowd: “ONE FALL!”
Ring Announcer: “Introducing first…”
We return backstage as Leo and Woody’s entrances are being made.
There we see Genesis and Steve waiting behind the curtain, the two hyping themselves up. An LLR employee signals that they’re up, their music hits and Genesis exits first. As Steve goes through. Time seems to slow down. Everything is frozen. Dream Vacant appears.
D. Vacant: “You need to think about this. This isn’t what you want… listen. Steve. I’m not Vacant. I’ve never been Vacant. I’m you. I’m a part of you. I’m the part of you that never wants this to end.”
“I don’t think you get what you’re doing. If you walk through this curtain… it’s over. You can’t turn back now.”
Steve: “There never truly was turning back… now get the fuck out of my way.”
Steve barrels through Dream Vacant who disappears in a puff of smoke. As Steve exits the curtain. The crowd roared the tag team down with cheers. Before one more cut to black…
TO BE CONCLUDED…
submitted by
Steve_Chandler__ to
LoserleavesReddit [link] [comments]
2023.04.01 01:48 Prestigious_Crow4376 Left Arm/Shoulder Numbness and Pain. No one knows why.
Hoping someone can have any thoughts or suggestions for my mystery ailment.
36F, on Jan 1st 2022 I woke up with the inner right side of my left arm completely numb. All the way to the pointer and thumb. No loss of strength or movement, just numbness. It stayed numb for 3 months after that.
Went to 2 hand doctors. Had an EMG done, it came out clear. Doctor recommended PT, which I started later last year and ended up resulting in me now having chronic pain after merely 2 sessions.
The pain now is constant, and becomes unbearable when I lift and move my arm too much. It's a pain that starts increasing in intensity starting from the shoulder all the way down to the elbow depending on how long I leave my arm up or move it while lifted, and sometimes begins to burn or go numb.
I then went to a Spine Doctor, as recommended by the hand specialist, to see if the source could be spine or neck. Did an MRI, which came out clear. He is now referring me to a pain management specialist.
In the meantime, started acupuncture, which was suggested by the Spine doc.
Due to this, I also had to cease any physical activity. I am also quite concerned because there's a history of cancer in my family, and I lost my mom to a BCRA metastasis to the bone that started manifesting as shoulder pain and no doctors could figure out what was causing the pain till it was too late.
A little bit of background: I don't exercise much, but started Kung Fu later last year, but had to stop after the PT worsened my symptoms. The arm didn't cause the level of pain prior to the PT. The PT wasn't anything too intense, it was 3 series of exercises encompassing opening and closing the arm, so I don't know how and why it would have created a chronic problem.
I work on a computer 10h per day. I have an ergo setup (chair, desk, mouse, keyboard). I deal with quite a lot of stress, so my shoulders and jaw are always tensed up, something I'm working on. The mattress is orthopedic, but I could have possibly slept in a bad position? The night prior to the symptom appearing I was playing video games for an extended period of time.
I hope someone here has any suggestions!
submitted by
Prestigious_Crow4376 to
AskDocs [link] [comments]
2023.04.01 01:16 deputy_diarrhea [US] [H] Superman #53 (7-8/48) CGC 3.0 OW/W Golden Age Classic! [W] PayPal
Superman #53 (7-8/48) CGC 3.0 OW/W pages! $800 shipped Priority (insured w/ signature confirmation), OBO - Origin of Superman retold
- 10th Anniversary Issue
- Classic cover
- Finger, Schwartz and Cameron stories
- Al Plastino art
- Wayne Boring and Stan Kaye cover and art
- 1257621003
- Graded 10/2014
- Grader notes
- Left Center Whole Book Stain
- Right Center Front Cover Small Tear
- Right Center Whole Book Stain
- Top Staple Rusted w/Rust Stained Spine
Presents way better than a 3.0. Might be a good candidate for resub, if you’re into that sorta thing. If no interest here, I will probably try resubbing myself 😅
Priced competitively using GPA but happy to entertain offers.
timestamp Have a great weekend everyone!
submitted by
deputy_diarrhea to
comicswap [link] [comments]
2023.04.01 00:40 Complete-Avocado-669 New Mexico to Vermont suggestions
Hey all! Planning a road-trip from Roswell, NM to Woodstock, VT at the end of April. Im looking for some suggestions on routes to take, scenic byways, places to stop, quirky roadside attractions, places to stay along the way (hotels or camping), places to avoid, and anything else.
Thanks in advance!
submitted by
Complete-Avocado-669 to
roadtrip [link] [comments]
2023.04.01 00:28 RS3Elzan [US,US] [H] Small binder,Alt Arts, BGS 9.5 Umbreon Vmax,Blue Nintendo ds lite with Shining pearl Game, Evolving skies booster box [W] Cards to finish my master sets
Looking to Trade only NOT Selling
Only looking for Pack Fresh cards or NM+ cards (no scratches or damage to the card , centering doesnt matter). Slabs are okay too but will use them for their raw card value. The umbreon and evolving skies booster box only looking to trade if you have alot of my want list. You will go first unless you have alot of trades 125+. Thanks for taking a look.
Binder(
Closeup's) based on tcg player
Umbreon vmax 9.5 900 trade value
Evolving skies booster box 415 Trade value
Ds lite with game 100 Trade value
Want list
submitted by
RS3Elzan to
pkmntcgtrades [link] [comments]
2023.04.01 00:13 Jigsaw_isnt_a_puppet This is the tune I've been using for my Subaru Brat for the Rally Adventure expansion. (Minus the races that go through the sand)
I'm not a master tuner so any suggestions is appreciated.
Fluff about the tune at the bottom. I hope you guys like it.
#1980 BRAT GL - B 700
**Stats**
:--:--
**Weight**1680 kg
**Balance**59%
**HP**200
**Torque**227 nm
######
## Build
**Conversions**
:----:
EngineStock
DrivetrainAWD
AspirationStock
Body KitStock
######
**Engine**
:--:--
IntakeStock
Intake ManifoldRace
CarburatorRace
IgnitionSport
ExhaustRace
CamshaftStreet
ValvesRace
DisplacementRace
PistonsRace
TurboRace with Anit-lag
IntercoolerStock
Oil CoolingStock
FlywheelSport
######
**Platform And Handling**
:--:--
BrakesRace
SpringsRally
Front ArbRace
Rear ArbRace
Chassis ReinforcementStock
Weight ReductionRace
######
**Drivetrain**
:--:--
ClutchStock
TransmissionSport
DrivelineRace
DifferentialRally
######
**Tires And Rims**
:--:--
CompoundRally
Tire WidthFront Stock mm, Rear Stock mm
Rim StyleStock
Rim SizeFront Stock in, Rear Stock in
Track WidthFront Stock, Rear Stock
######
**Aero and Appearance**
:--:--
Front BumperFH5 : Race Front Bumper
Rear BumperSubaru Remove Rear Bumper
Rear WingRace Rear Wing
Side SkirtsN/A
HoodN/A
######
---
## Tune
**Tires****bar****psi**
:----:--:
Front24.00348.1
Rear20.00290.1
######
**Gears****Ratio**
:----:
Final Drive3.35
######
**Alignment****Camber****Toe****Caster**
:----:--:--:
Front-0.5°0.2°7.0°
Rear-0.5°0.7°
######
**ARBs**
:----:
Front25.5
Rear13.4
######
**Springs****kgf/mm****lbs/in****n/mm**
:----:--:--:
Front34.9195.2341.8
Rear25.8144.4252.9
######
**Ride Height****cm****in**
:----:--:
Front26.710.5
Rear26.210.3
######
**Damping****Rebound****Bump**
:----:--:
Front9.04.0
Rear5.02.0
######
**Aero****kgf****lb**
:----:--:
Front79.4175.0
Rear64.9143.0
######
**Brakes****%**
:----:
Balance40%
Pressure60%
######
**Differential****Accel****Decel**
:----:--:
Front10%5%
Rear50%10%
Center85%
######
[View this tune on
optn.club](
https://optn.club/formatteNoIgYgEgrABAXDASgQwMYFMZgE4HsB2ALjAEICuAtgA7rYgA0I+yDIAymQEbLZlLoVcAN0yJ0PUpRp1GKDPwkB1AJb4A5q2asAzq1YBBRQBEdpxthbmdVHYVYymlkA4fabjLYzdnnP3VY8nT19A+zCvcJDnJxcnfxB4vySIxlYARgBOAA4ABlJEfQAVGABxABlWKAzWElYAJhychgB2RtT6HMY6uub0gDZchk7OtOaoRgAzBjSAFgBmRgAbTgY6qAA6cZAp+jS59ZnGGabJ1j6Tw+3V+gBaHM3b+63e+gzT+i2sqGnOrZ2oEadK70UD7ObfdogPSQ6FQmGpAC6uye7zS9wWIFU0wyGzqqJmMwOS042gA9Fj6HVDg1GNwZPc8fdmgigA=)
---
Formatted text generated by the [
OPTN.club Tune Formatter](
https://optn.club/formatter)
Submit bugs, feature requests, and questions on [Github](
https://github.com/OPTN-Club/optn.club/issues)
I've focused on making it so you can swing the rear into a drift easily to make the tight turns while being stable on the straight portions. It is a bit slow off the line but nothing to bad since it doesn't wheel spin when you floor it at a stop. Also as an added bonus the speeds it reaches (60 to 100) is the sweet spot for the call outs.
submitted by
Jigsaw_isnt_a_puppet to
ForzaOpenTunes [link] [comments]
2023.03.31 23:59 ihearthispaniola Thoughts on MRI Results
35F. Have had back issues off and on for almost 9 years (really ever since I carried and birthed my twins) but recently experienced my first bout of sciatica which was not a fun experience. Anxious about my back issues and how they may affect my future since I have young kids and am a group exercise instructor. My entire social life and pretty much all of my hobbies revolve around being super active.
Hoping for some thoughts on these MRI results and personal experiences with similar situations. I'm familiar with disc bulges and herniations, but not much else. Currently in PT and scheduled to see an orthopedic surgeon in a couple weeks.
"MRI lumbar spine without contrast INDICATION: Low back pain TECHNIQUE: Axial and sagittal images FINDINGS: Alignment appears normal. No marrow replacement process is seen
L1-L2: Normal
L2-L3: Facet change without spinal canal narrowing or neuroforaminal narrowing
L3-L4: Facet hypertrophy without spinal canal narrowing or neuroforaminal narrowing
L4-L5: Disc desiccation posterior disc bulge. Facet hypertrophy with ligamentum flavum hypertrophy. No significant neuroforaminal narrowing
L5-S1: There is a posterior central disc protrusion/herniation with annular tear. There is effacement and abutment of the S1 nerve roots within the thecal sac just as they are exiting the thecal sac. There is mild bilateral lateral recess narrowing and neuroforaminal narrowing.
IMPRESSION:
Discogenic degenerative change most significant at L5-S1. Please see above."
submitted by
ihearthispaniola to
Sciatica [link] [comments]
2023.03.31 22:58 Glock45owner [NM] Zero Tolerance 0470 - [email protected]$2
submitted by
Glock45owner to
KnifeRaffle [link] [comments]
2023.03.31 22:16 mmion1 book I’ve been searching for for years! YA fantasy book about a (ugly?) child raised by supernatural beings.
The cover of the book was either tree bark or wood I think around an eye or something circular in the center. There’s a child that I believe was abandoned that these magical beings find that decide to raise it. The child was described as being ugly, with fur along its spine, with a tail, almost half animal like. When they paint the nursery it’s of a forest that the child is able to step into. I don’t remember a lot of the plot besides someone trying to take the kid as he gets older and he hides in the nursery forest. There’s also a part where he’s laying on the ground and is able to move through the earth and it described the layers of dirt and gems he’s going through. I do also belie there’s a group of traveling performers but I’m really fuzzy on the plot. I read this in mid 2000’s would have been grade school. I have been looking for this book for years and I can’t find it! Please help!
submitted by
mmion1 to
whatsthatbook [link] [comments]
2023.03.31 22:05 brittanynook [US,US] [H] Charizard V, Alternate Arts, Trainer Gallery, PSA 10, VMAX Climax, Trainers, PayPal [W] Alternate Arts
Hi! I have a ton of
cards to trade for alternate arts. My top chase cards are from Evolving Skies but I am looking to collect all the Sword & Shield alternate arts so please send any offers! Let me know if you’d like to see more pictures or have any questions. Looking for cards with no whitening and decent centering is always a plus. All cards below are sorted into categories and also placed into a single
thread. I’ve also listed the alternate arts I do have already and while my top priority is cards I don’t have, some cards I wouldn’t mind having doubles of. There are about 40 cards in each bulk pile, the Evolutions lot is all reverse holos. Thanks for looking!
Cards For Trade:
Bulk For Trade:
Cards I Have:
submitted by
brittanynook to
pkmntcgtrades [link] [comments]
2023.03.31 21:21 OldManNewBoard Spydercos & Penas: Sage 5 LW, PM2, Para 3, Native 5, CF Chaparral, Dragonfly, Customized BROUWER and two EDC things (JW Knives Custom G11 Bandicoot & Metal Morphosis Ti-Nutz)
Alright. Got a few Spydercos, a few Penas and a few EDC things to sell - payment through Cashapp or Paypal F&F only, CONUS only. No trades, looking to sell. Packages will go out on Monday. Happy to provide more photos upon request (just may take a little time).
Timestamp 1: https://imgur.com/mTdPUa5 Timestamp 2: https://imgur.com/8TZP4SA SOLD Sage 5 LW w/ Lynch wire replacement clip - Basic Sage 5 FRN/LW. Second (at least) owner, carried and used. Lived most of its life with me wearing custom scales so FRN is still in excellent condition. Blade has been sharpened by previous owner - looks like some rolls and the tip isn't super pointy - someone who knows what they're doing could bring it back to glory. Comes with Lynch wire replacement clip (purplish, worn but tight), OG clip & OG box. SV: $110 Video: https://imgur.com/9O3hBy0 SOLD Para 3 Black G10 w/ CTS-BD1N blade & Lynch clip- Kind of a leftovers project. G10 body w/ CTS-BD1N blade from lightweight model. Blade is brand new, never cut with, handles have been carried. No box, no OG clip, centered blade, perfectly drop shut & flickable. Ti lanyard plug so you don't have to f'with the stock one. Great user or starter.~~ SV: $100 Video: https://imgur.com/E65Ysnv SOLD PM2 S35VN w/ Coyote Brown Scales & Lynch clip - Been carried and used and sharpened. Previous owner put a near-mirror edge on it and I haven't used it enough to mess with that, hence my selling it. Scales have marks and one minuscule ding. Lynch clip is from another knife that was used more roughly and it's got some light scratches that can barely be felt with a fingernail but look worse. Drop shit, centered and very flickable. Comes with OG box, black PM2 OG clip (original was satin, but this is what I have) and a fatty-ti lanyard tube from Blades We Love (no original lanyard tube - you're welcome). SV: $140 Video: https://imgur.com/0xTipZL SOLD - CF Chaparral - got this a bit ago - been carried and used, sharpened by someone who knows what they're doing. I love it and prefer the 2-screw style, but I just don't carry this lovely thing. I have not tuned it so it is a little stiff, but with patience these can be tuned to be smooth as silk. Some scratches on blade. For some dang reason the clip isn't flush with the body. I never noticed - for the CF Chaparrals, I prefer RGT ti replacement clip and instantly take off the OG wire clip when I get one. Comes with OG box. SV: $90 Photo of proud clip: https://imgur.com/TVTvDPK Video: https://imgur.com/NmICRw9 Native 5 White FRN w/Spy27 blade & MXG clip - White scales have never been carried. Spy27 blade has been carried, used some but looks like it still has factory edge. Point of blade seems to be off a bit - only noticed it when making the video. First owner of scales, not first owner of blade. Comes with MXG deep carry clip, OG clip and the Rex45 box, stickers & paperwork to match the handle.
SV: $125 Video: https://imgur.com/KojrVF7 Dragonfly w/ OD Green body & S30V blade - I put this bad boy together as a backup to a backup to a... well, you get the idea. Never carried or used. FRN still has that factory-fresh feeling, blade, oddly enough, has marks on it that I don't know where they came from. I tried to show them in the video but hard to see. Drop shut and a hair to clip side. Comes with OD FRN box.
SV: $ 110 Video: https://imgur.com/Q9v9iBQ SOLD Brouwer Boy Blue - Picked up this customized bad boy on the Swap a while back and it is freakin' awesome. Flytanium ti show scale and body have been anodized a matching, glorious blue. Deep-carry clip (I think it's MXG, but it's in the Lynch NW style) and ti hardware have been anodized kind of a battle-worn look/color. Spine was crowned by previous owner - very well done and looks great. Comes with OG hardware & clip & OG gorgeous green G10 scale (and liner). This gem has been carried and used and possibly sharpened (but maybe not - I know I haven't) - snail trails in abundance but no gouges or dings. OG clip position but CQI pivot bushing setup. Not going to lie - if this doesn't sell I won't be sad. Price reflects its awesomeness. Comes with OG box. SV: $210 Video: https://imgur.com/LQ4Ccsg SOLD Pena Zulu X-Series front flipper Brown Micarta - picked this up from the swap last week then realized I've got too many Penas. Previous owner said he carried it a bunch but i can't see it on the knife. Also said it received a fairly recent sharpening job - looks clean. Comes with box. SV: $150 Video: https://imgur.com/bknvwHZ SOLD Pena Apache X-Series front Flipper Blue Denim Micarta - EKnives exclusive, this bad boy has been fondled and front-flipped a bunch, but not carried. Small snail trail on the clip, handles are nice and patinaed from handling. Here is the link to how they look clean: LINK. https://eknives.com/enrique-pena-x-series-apache-front-flipper-knife-blue-denim-micarta-2-6-satin-ek-exclusive/ I've included some photos of how they would look in the sunlight, but there's no sun here in the PNW so a flashlight will have to do. Comes with box and cloth. SV: $175 Photo: https://imgur.com/vtrGXL8 Video of knife: https://imgur.com/ClZDlbq Video of handle; https://imgur.com/8U3kLtp JW Knives Custom G11 Bandicoot w/ Arctic Storm Fat Carbon scales - Thick version of the G11 with custom scales and no clip. Carried, possibly used, but in great condition. Absoultely gorgeous (to me) but I just don't carry it anymore. Second owner (at least) and no COA but will come with JW Knives sticker.
SV: $135 Video: https://imgur.com/hQqmKM8 Metal Morphosis American Flag Ti-Nutz - Picked this up in an edc phase that I'm no longer in. Carried gently, in great shape.
SV: $45 Photo 1: https://imgur.com/BaMp0UH Photo 2: https://imgur.com/KgWbTVa
Thanks!
submitted by
OldManNewBoard to
Knife_Swap [link] [comments]
2023.03.31 20:25 not_x3non [WIP, Feedback Appreciated] S1 Rally - Subaru WRX STI ARX Supercar
So I tried my hand at rally tuning again since the new expansion just dropped, and I'm close to finishing this one. I tested it on various races and it performed decently. Just wondering if there was anything I could change/add to it to finalise the tune. Anyway here it is:
WRX STI ARX Supercar - S1 889
| Stats | |
| Weight | 1389 kg |
| Balance | 52% |
| HP | 957 |
| Torque | 853 nm |
View this tune on optn.club Build
| Conversions | |
| Engine | 4.0L F6 |
| Drivetrain | AWD |
| Aspiration | Twin Turbo |
| Body Kit | N/A |
| Engine | |
| Intake | Race |
| Fuel System | Race |
| Ignition | Race |
| Exhaust | Race |
| Camshaft | Race |
| Valves | Race |
| Twin Turbo | Race + Anti Lag |
| Intercooler | Race |
| Flywheel | Race |
| Platform And Handling | |
| Brakes | Race |
| Springs | Stock |
| Chassis Reinforcement | Stock |
| Weight Reduction | Stock |
| Drivetrain | |
| Transmission | Race Seven Speed |
| Differential | Race |
| Tires And Rims | |
| Compound | Offroad |
| Tire Width | Front 275 mm, Rear 275 mm |
| Rim Style | Sport Fikse Profil 5 |
| Rim Size | Front Stock in, Rear Stock in |
| Track Width | Front Third, Rear Third |
| Aero and Appearance | |
| Front Bumper | Stock |
| Rear Bumper | N/A |
| Rear Wing | Stock |
| Side Skirts | N/A |
| Hood | N/A |
Tune
| Tires | bar | psi |
| Front | 18.00 | 261.1 |
| Rear | 17.50 | 253.8 |
| Gears | Ratio |
| Final Drive | 4.90 |
| 1st | 3.20 |
| 2nd | 1.85 |
| 3rd | 1.28 |
| 4th | 1.02 |
| 5th | 0.83 |
| 6th | 0.70 |
| 7th | 0.64 |
| Alignment | Camber | Toe | Caster |
| Front | -1.7° | 0.0° | 6.5° |
| Rear | -1.2° | 0.0° | |
| Springs | kgf/mm | lbs/in | n/mm |
| Front | 60.0 | 336.0 | 588.4 |
| Rear | 80.0 | 448.0 | 784.5 |
| Ride Height | cm | in |
| Front | 18.3 | 7.2 |
| Rear | 18.3 | 7.2 |
| Damping | Rebound | Bump |
| Front | 5.5 | 2.0 |
| Rear | 6.5 | 2.5 |
| Aero | kgf | lb |
| Front | 190.0 | 418.9 |
| Rear | 180.0 | 396.8 |
| Brakes | % |
| Balance | 50% |
| Pressure | 100% |
| Differential | Accel | Decel |
| Front | 60% | 5% |
| Rear | 85% | 10% |
| Center | 65% | |
Formatted text generated by the OPTN.club Tune Formatter
Submit bugs, feature requests, and questions on Github
submitted by
not_x3non to
ForzaOpenTunes [link] [comments]
2023.03.31 19:27 Patient_Stop_7851 Back / Rib Pain - Desperate for advice!
This is going to be pretty long but please please bear with me. I really need some help.
One year ago, I lifted a box and felt something pop under my right rib cage and my life has been absolute hell since then. The entire right side of my back, especially in my ribcage is in constant and agonizing pain, preventing me from truly living my life. I haven’t been able to take a breath without pain for a year.
I’m looking for someone to provide suggestions for where I should turn. Every doctor says something different. Here are the diagnoses…
- thoracic radiculopathy
- myofascial pain syndrome
- slipping rib syndrome
- disc protrusion
- QL injury
- scar tissue from an unidentified muscle tear
- its all in my head!!
For background, I had NEVER had back pain before this. I’m a 30yr old female.
There are the things I’ve tried that haven’t helped…
-7 different medications from Opioids to musicale relaxers. - 3 epidural steroid injections - trigger point injections - physical therapy for 8 months - accupuncture - chiropractor - massage therapy - intercostal nerve blocks
There are the doctors I’ve seen in one year…
- 2 primary care physicians
- 1 sports medicine doctor
- 6 pain management specialists, two of them from Rush University a highly rated facility (side eye)
- 2 orthopedic doctors
- 1 spine surgeon
- 1 neurosurgeon
- 1 rheumatologist
- 4 different physical therapists
There are probably more that I’m forgetting. I’ve spent so much money and have truly gotten nowhere. Mayo Clinic denied my request for appointment, but I dont even have confidence that would help.
What am I supposed to do? Where do I turn? Who else should I see?
Any advice would be appreciated.
submitted by
Patient_Stop_7851 to
ChronicPain [link] [comments]
2023.03.31 18:50 SchlesingerMindy323 [HIRING] 25 Jobs in LA Hiring Now!
Hey guys, here are some recent job openings in la. Feel free to comment here or send me a private message if you have any questions, I'm at the community's disposal! If you encounter any problems with any of these job openings please let me know that I will modify the table accordingly. Thanks!
submitted by
SchlesingerMindy323 to
LouisianaJobsForAll [link] [comments]
2023.03.31 18:41 xiaolong_ I gave my prompt to chatGPT and got pretty good results. What do you all think about it ?
I felt the wind rushing past me as the helicopter hovered over the square box building in the middle of the ocean. The handcuffs felt tight on my wrists as I gazed at the building below.
"Captain, we're approaching the Pandora now. Requesting access to enter," the person next to me spoke into the communication device. I looked over at the man, trying to gauge his intentions. He seemed professional, but his demeanor made me uneasy.
"Password?" came the voice on the other end of the line. The man next to me leaned in closer to the device, "Crimson Tide." There was a pause before the voice replied, "Access granted." The upper side of the square building slowly opened, revealing a helipad. The helicopter descended slowly, the blades beating the air as we landed on the pad. I looked around the interior of the building as the door opened and I was escorted inside. It was dark and cramped, and I could hear the sounds of machinery whirring in the background. "Where are we?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. The man next to me ignored my question and led me down a corridor to a large metal door. He punched in a code and the door swung open. Inside the room was a man with a stern expression on his face. He looked up as we entered, eyeing me with suspicion. "Who is this?" he asked, his voice cold and clipped. "This is the one you requested, sir," the man next to me replied. The man behind the desk looked at me for a moment before nodding. "Very well. You may leave us." As the door closed behind the other man, I turned to face the man behind the desk. "What is this place?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly.
“Pandora”I felt a chill run down my spine as the man behind the desk answered my question. I watched as he scrolled through the information on his communication device, and soon enough, a lady appeared with a file in her hand. As she left, the man began to read out loud from the file. I was stunned as I heard the list of crimes that had been attributed to me. My mind raced as I tried to remember what had happened, but it was all a blur. The only thing that stood out in my mind was the mention of my quirk, hydrokinesis.
Suddenly, the man stopped reading and looked up at me with an irritated expression. "So, another person who will lose his quirk," he muttered under his breath. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Lose my quirk? Was that even possible? I tried to protest, but before I could say anything, I was cut off by a wave of panic. My heart started pounding in my chest as I imagined losing a part of myself.
I shouted at the man, demanding answers. "You're joking, right? You can't just take away my quirk! It's a part of who I am!"
The man didn't reply. Instead, he moved so quickly that I barely had time to react. Before I knew it, my head was slamming into the ground, and I felt a sharp pain in my temple. I cried out in pain, and as I lifted my head, the man whispered in my ear, "If you want to leave this place alive, you'll stay quiet." I felt a sense of dread wash over me as I realized the severity of the situation. I had to find a way out of here before it was too late. But before I could make a move, the man had already picked up his communication device and began to speak. "Start the procedure," he said, his voice cold and detached.
I didn't know what he meant by that, but it didn't sound good. Within minutes, a group of people entered the room, and before I knew it, I was being dragged away.
As we moved down the hallways, I struggled against the hands that held me, but it was no use. I was trapped. I looked around, trying to find a way out, but all I saw were blank walls and steel doors. As I was led into the cell, my heart raced with fear and confusion. The room was small and dank, with dim lighting casting eerie shadows on the walls. The only furniture was a single metal bed bolted to the ground, with a thin and stained mattress on top. I shuddered at the thought of being trapped in such a miserable place for who knows how long
Days or maybe weeks went by, and I lost all sense of time. I was fed only minimal rations of bread and water, with no human contact whatsoever. I felt like I was going insane, with my thoughts and fears swirling around in my head, and the constant silence driving me to the brink of madness.
Then one day, the same people who dragged me into the cell came to take me away. My legs felt wobbly as they led me through the door, and I stumbled as the blinding light of the outside world hit me. I was taken into a massive room, with two seats facing each other in the center. One of the seats had a boy tied to it, with multiple wires attached to his body. He looked like a lifeless puppet, with dull eyes and a skinny frame. His dark-green hair was fluffy and unkempt, casting deep shadows on his face.
I tried to look around the room, hoping to spot an escape route, but there was no way out. The right side of the room was made of thick glass, and I could see people in white lab coats watching from the other side. They seemed to be observing something, taking notes and analyzing data. Soon, I was strapped to the other chair, with thick leather belts holding me in place. The people who dragged me here left the room, and the entrance was sealed shut. Suddenly, a voice echoed in the room, saying "Izuku, start the process". I felt a growing attraction force towards the boy named Izuku, but it wasn't me feeling it - it was my quirk.
I felt something break inside me, leaving my body. I started to scream and kick the chair with the straps on, realizing that I had lost my quirk. I couldn't believe it. I had always relied on my powers, and now they were gone. The scientists were taking some input, and then the previous people came in and dragged me away.
I was too confused and disoriented to understand what was happening, but before I knew it, I was in a helicopter, leaving the facility behind. The full weight of the situation hit me then, and I realized what had happened to me in that place called Pandora. I didn't know what was in store for me now, but I knew that my life would never be the same.
submitted by
xiaolong_ to
BokunoheroFanfiction [link] [comments]
2023.03.31 18:35 SchlesingerMindy323 [HIRING] 25 Jobs in LA Hiring Now!
Hey guys, here are some recent job openings in la. Feel free to comment here or send me a private message if you have any questions, I'm at the community's disposal! If you encounter any problems with any of these job openings please let me know that I will modify the table accordingly. Thanks!
submitted by
SchlesingerMindy323 to
LAJobsForAll [link] [comments]
2023.03.31 18:19 SchlesingerMindy323 [HIRING] 25 Jobs in LA Hiring Now!
Hey guys, here are some recent job openings in la. Feel free to comment here or send me a private message if you have any questions, I'm at the community's disposal! If you encounter any problems with any of these job openings please let me know that I will modify the table accordingly. Thanks!
submitted by
SchlesingerMindy323 to
EmploymentLouisiana [link] [comments]
2023.03.31 17:39 Frame_Late Interloper V
The greatest tragedy of war is that for some people the war never ends. - Nebojsa Knezevic, head of psychiatry for Pallas Medical Institute, 2142
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Prev/First Silijima hopped into the truck, next to Sargen. The massive Gojid's head nearly reached the roof of the vehicle forcing him to crouch ever so slightly. He was an even more imposing figure up close, his muscles bulging and his scars held taut against his skin. He seemed preoccupied, as if her presence made him uncomfortable when they were close. His claws gripped the steering wheel, lightly scraping the carbon material. He seemed to be in his late thirties to early forties, and a distinguished Gojid at that save for the eye and the prosthetic arm. Most would consider him quite handsome if it wasn't for the damage he had received, and even then she was sure some women would find a prosthetic like that doubly enticing.
Senek sat in the back, leaning his head back and yawning. He seemed exhausted, most likely from being on duty for the last good knows how many weeks. He kept an eye on Sargen, but it wasn't a distrustful one, more like he was concerned for Sargen's wellbeing. It was hilarious to Silijima, to think that Sargen warranted concern, but she didn't know him or his past so she wouldn't judge; sometimes the strongest people held the greatest burdens.
"So, where to next? Do we have any other stops to make?" Silijima asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence.
"No, not unless you want to stop," replied Sargen.
Behind them, Senek grumbled. "We need to head back to the Collective and finish for the day; I'm fucking exhausted."
Sargen started the truck and turned around. "Then go home, Senek; you've done your work for the day. I'll show Silijima a bit of the station before I deliver the goods and introduce Silijima to the captains."
Senek didn't seem convinced. "They won't be happy that Sujek and I bailed halfway through the delivery."
Sargen snorted. "Ayaz and Igor won't give a damn as long as the delivery gets delivered. Take a tram and go home and see your mate and kids; you looked harrowed."
Silijima was inclined to agree. Before today, she didn't know if it was possible for a reptile to have bags under its eyes, but Senek surely did. He looked like shit, although Silijima would never voice that out loud.
Senek hissed but didn't argue, opening the door and leaving the back of the truck with a grunt. Silijima saw him walk down the street towards a tram stop in the distance, where one was unloading all sorts of people heading to shop at
Zapadnyy tsentral'nyy rynok, as well as those ready finished with their shopping trips. Eventually, Senek disappeared into the crowd of humans, arxur, and the occasional venlil, harchin and gojid.
"So," Sargen started with an apprehensive sigh, "My name's Sargen, as you've probably been told. I'm sure Senek and Sujek have already told you all about me."
Silijima chuckled nervously. "Not much, actually. I've been wondering where you got that arm from; it seems very high tech. I've only seen prosthetics like that on high ranking military personnel in the federation."
The question only seemed to make Sargen even more tense. "I lost my real arm in battle. They replaced it with this." He flexed the arm, the prosthetic was agile and precise in its movements. "It's near identical to the real thing utility-wise, although the look of it took some time to get used to."
Silijima nodded absentmindedly, admiring both the arm and his physical build. Sargen must've been through hell and back to be so torn up.
"Are you ex-military? You have the hardware to be."
Sargen frowned lightly. "You could say that. But that's enough about me." Then Sargen put a soft smile on his face, a fake one, as if he was trying to hide his true feelings. "I was told you served in the navy; what was that like?"
Silijima didn't push for more information. "I was a Master Technical Coordinator for the
Unwavering Credence. I kept the Guns and the hull functioning along with crews of grunt welders, and I pieced the ship back together after battles.
Sargen whistled, impressed by her rank. "You were pretty high up on the totem pole on that ship. Why'd you leave?"
Silijima scoffed. "The lies, the brutality, and the stress. I came to Skhamar looking for answers after losing faith in the state I defended for over a decade. Now that I know the truth, I realize that I hated every second of it, although I do miss it in a way. Once you get out, well, nothing seems right. For the first few months, I couldn't stand being off duty. I still miss that safety of knowing I was on a military vessel; at least we could defend ourselves. Back on Nishtal, I felt so… exposed, since I wasn't allowed to carry a firearm on my person anymore."
Sargen chuckled. "I know how you feel. I couldn't sleep right after I… left: I kept expecting an attack at all hours. Sometimes I'd wake up in a panic, clutching my ion pistol and ready to kill, only to realize it was just the sound of some puny asteroid bouncing off the outer shell of the station or a ship taking off."
Silijima snorted. "I remember nearly having a heart attack from the fireworks they set off for unification day. My parents didn't understand, or maybe they couldn't, but I don't celebrate that day anymore. It sounds too similar to Arxur hybrid charges slamming against the hull of a ship."
Silijima chuckled at first, but the laughter quickly died as reality set in. Her service in the navy had messed her up in more ways than one, but she couldn't imagine not living that life; she wouldn't know what to do with herself otherwise. She hated it, but she was better for it.
"So… What is there to do on this station? I'm pretty new to all of this freedom. What is there to do?"
"That's the good thing about this job; you get a good week or so in between missions to relax," Sargen smiled bitterly, but it was still a happy smile, "Me and the rest of the crew have so much to show you."
Silijima's heart skipped a beat at his statement. "Senek didn't seem too excited to show me anything."
"Senek's just tired; in fact he's always tired. He worked two missions in a row, same as Sujek, and they're probably going to push for another one," Sargen stated, "although I bet both Ayaz and Igor will send them both home and tell them to spend some time just relaxing for once since those two practically kill themselves working." He chuckled before continuing, "But as for things to do, well, there's a lot: Theaters, Restaurants, Museums, a full-sized
futbol stadium, and even a few more exotic things the humans brought over. Humans are kind of the cultural heart of the entire Commonwealth; The big Arxur houses might be the dominant economic forces besides the coalitions, but the Humans really brought a heart and soul to what would otherwise be a pretty dull and barren place."
Silijima thought about that for a moment. She had seen sporting events before; Nishtal had plenty of ballastier stadiums to choose from, where Krakotl would work as a flock to move a floating ball from one end to the other. There were also games of airborne agility and such, so she wasn't too interested in sports.
But the idea of a theater intrigued her. Nishtal didn't have many theaters: the Krakotl didn't like being cooped up in a dark place for too long, since their instincts were to nest under the open sky instead of burrow underground. Mix that with a lack of any big theater culture and you git a species that vastly preferred
doing over
watching. Sports and music were far more popular with the Krakotl, their ability to fly and vast vocal ranges helping them flourish in alternative mediums of entertainment.
"How are the theaters here? I've never really gone to one before."
Sargen eyed her with disbelief. "Neither did I before I came here. They're pretty great, with lots of cheap snacks and reclining seats. There aren't any 'new' movies yet since there's no real movie industry here on Skhamar yet, but they play a lot of older human movies. A few months ago I went with Timothy, Sarah, and their daughter Maggie to go see
The Tale of the Princess Kaguya. The art style was pretty mind-blowing, to say the least."
"The art style?"
"Animation. It's considered a proper medium of theater in human culture. There are a plethora of what humans call 'the animated classics': movies that have achieved universal human acclaim due to their outstanding quality. If I'm not mistaken,
The Tale of the Princess Kaguya is one of them."
Human art seemed so fascinating to her; the Federation was so cut and dry with what they considered art that anything that pushed the envelope was ridiculed and even reviled, often only gaining traction in underground groups that appreciated the bizarre and the condemned. To hear of artistic styles having entire mediums dedicated to them was astounding to her.
"That sounds incredible! What other movies have you seen?"
"Well, I've been itching to see
Star Wars, but it's a long trilogy that's best watched at home. There's also a relatively new western by comparison called
The Cursed that's being shown this week, so we can go see that. I've heard nothing but good things about it."
Silijima didn't know what a 'western' was, but if it was anything like how Sargen describes their animated movies, she was sure a human western couldn't be bad.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Silijima casually read the synopsis for the movie they would be watching on her holophone.
The year is 1886: Aging civil war veteran turned outlaw Thomas 'Death-Singer' Lawrence ekes out a humble living amongst the Ojibwa Indians of what is now modern-day Wisconsin, Minnesota, and Michigan, hoping to live out his final years of his life with his beloved wife, son and adopted tribe in peace. But when a bitter ex-Confederate, Klan member, and son of a wealthy plantation owner Shaw Cunningham and his gang of killers massacre the tribe for supporting the Union during the war, his entire world is torn from him. Now, all that's left after the carnage is himself and a teenager named Nanabush, the fatherless black sheep of the tribe. Now, with nothing but vengeance burning in his heart, Thomas once again takes up the mantle of 'Death-Singer', and along with his newly adopted ward Nanabush, he travels south to reform his old gang of thieves and outlaws, 'The Cursed', in a last-ditch effort to gain the ultimate revenge and both kill Shaw Cunningham and ruin his family fortune. The curse must be passed on, and there couldn't be a more worthy recipient… Now
that sounded interesting. Silijima didn't understand much of the context, but a revenge plot wasn't a common theme in Federation media, or federation art at all for that matter, so it seemed like a great place to start. Besides, it wasn't like it was real, so if it was overly violent then she could just finish the movie and never watch it again.
But first, there were snacks to buy. Silijima didn't know why Sargen insisted on buying snacks, but he stated that they 'improved the movie experience', or whatever that meant. Either way, he practically dragged Silijima up to a counter operated by a bored human, preparing to order a whole slew of snacks for the both of them.
"I'll get two medium boxes of
Çäkçäk style popcorn, a large bag of
Korivka, and two large bottles of… Give me a moment." Sargen turned to her. "What do you want to drink?"
Silinima browsed the menu nervously, not knowing what to choose. "Uhhh, I guess I'll try some
Baikal? Is it good?"
Sargen shrugged. "It's pretty good, a bit different than most colas." Then he turned back to the snack vendor. "And two large bottles of Baikal."
The bored human sighed, obviously just ready for his shift to end, and prepared the food for the two of them. Sargen prepared his credit chip and handed it to the worker when he returned, paying for everything.
"You don't have to, Sargen, I can pay for myself."
Sargen chuckled. "Maybe, but I'm the one who's taking you out. Just let me take care of it."
The human returned with the popcorn, which was two buckets of strange yellow… things that had a slight glowing orange sheen, along with a large bag of candies and two massive bottles of soda, which were also huge. Sargen somehow deftly balanced all the snacks in their arms as they made their way to the movie room they were assigned to without even a grunt and gave her a soft grin. Despite his obvious optimism, he seemed tense, as if she reminded him of something.
Sargen hurried down the hall, his large stride making it difficult for Silijima to keep up with him, but she managed. He avoided her gaze, his eyes focusing on absolutely anything else. There it was again, the strange behavior. It was as if she was some kind of phantom to him, but he couldn't point out her existence without seeming crazy.
They made their way into a door on the side that led down a dark hall with dim lights lining the floor. It opened up to a massive screen showing adverts for products before the movie began.
"Where would you like to sit? I'm partial to the back; you get better seats and a better view."
Silijima shrugged her feathered shoulders. "Wherever you think is best; I have no clue."
Sargen chuckled, but led her up toe stairs to the upper row of seats. They made it there, sitting down near the center, and Sargen handed Silijima her popcorn and baikal. Silijime pecked at the popcorn hesitantly, but found that she loved it! The sweet, nutty and floral flavors of the coating reminded her of the
Vagra nectar from Nishtal when peddlers would sell organic jars of it during the summer months, and it paired wonderfully with the salty-sweet crunch of the 'corn' itself. The baikal was another thing entirely; the sweet-spicy and pine flavors of the cola tasted like nothing she had ever experienced like fruit and spices boiled in bitter tree sap and carbonated, but palatable. By the time the movie had started, a third of her popcorn was gone, causing Sargen to chuckle.
The lights dimmed, causing Silijima to panic for a bit, but Sargen's hand reached out and grabbed her shoulder, calming her. He was
there, and he was
big; nothing could hurt such a giant, right?
Then, the movie began to play. The sound of some kind of delicate stringed instrument being strummed softly alongside the croaking and chirping of amphibians and insects on a warm summer night. The sounds of the wildlife stopped suddenly for a moment, as did the instrument when a small gang of about a dozen humans riding strange, four-legged creatures reminiscent of suleans without horns advanced towards a gathering of flickering lights in the distance; probably a village. Their gallops were thunderous and destructive, nothing like the sound of a stampede. It was the sound of unwavering strength.
The men wore sackcloth hoods with holes cut out for their eyes and ropes around their necks. In their hands were primitive revolving handguns. They wore a myriad of different clothes; some wore gray army uniforms, while others wore khakis, union shirts and suspenders. They laughed and bickered as they spurred their steeds onward, obviously ready to commit some unspeakable atrocity…
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Silijima has two panic attacks during the movie. Sargen was there, able to quell them by offering his support. He seemed to
know what it was like to have one because he reached out and held her when she began to hyperventilate and raise her hackles. He didn't speak, but he made himself known.
He was there, and that was enough.
At least the movie ended with a triumph: Thomas Lawrence got his revenge, even if he died in the end. His adopted ward, Nanabush, took up the mantle of
Death-Singer, using it to defend the weak. It was a tightly wrapped story that should've been happy, but the memories of war still scarred Silijima; the sounds of the gunshots reminded her of the blasts of flechette cannons, and the blood on Lawrence's knife…
She still felt the phantom pain in her wing and body from being run through by an Arxur skimming blade. She had survived, of course, but the near-death experience had permanently changed her. She couldn't stand being around knives too long unless she was actually on the battlefield, and even then it caused her distress. Luckily, she never needed to be around too many sharp objects, being an engineer, but she had her… moments. She was able to quell her attacks, her panic and anxiety being quelled by the far more substantial fear of what she would be subjected to if her true state of mind were to be found out.
If the Federation found out you acted out of the norm, they'd spend weeks forcing you through the most agonizing 'therapies' before stuffing you full of pills and sending you home, never to be the same person again. She had seen the effects of these treatments; her former colleagues practically turned into zombies, their brains melted from the drugs. They lived off of government stipends, unable to truly contribute to the workforce, but the Federation seemed to consider this an acceptable tradeoff, the politicians being praised for lowering the rate of self-termination by any means necessary. In reality, it just created a state-funded drug epidemic.
Part of Silijima did want answers, but she realized her true motive for coming to Skhamar was to escape; she was so scared of staying home on Nishtal because every little thing could set her off. And if she were to have a serious enough outburst…
No, she wouldn't become what many of her former prey-in-arms had; a babbling mess of drugs and trauma. She was
strong; she could
do this. She wouldn't let her trauma overcome her.
"Are you okay, Silijima?" Sargent asked her, shaking her shoulder lightly. They were in the truck, riding to the Corsair collective where Ayaz and Igor had docked their cruiser. He seemed far more tired than before like she was exhausting to be around. She didn't doubt it; having predator disease was already exhausting enough for Silijima alone.
"I shouldn't have recommended that movie, it was too violent. Maybe something animated would've been better," said Sargent. "I was hoping that your experiences as a navy engineer would've been less traumatic than the average foot soldier, and I was wrong."
Silijima turned to him, emboldened. "It wasn't your fault, Sagren; I agreed to watch it. Besides, it might've opened up a few wounds, but it was still an excellent movie. And the popcorn and baikal were wonderful as well. And besides, it was a good movie, triggers notwithstanding."
Sargen smiled a little, although he was still feeling guilty. "I'm glad you liked it. But we should get to the collective; Ayaz and Igor will be happy to become acquainted with you."
Silijima nodded before turning back to the window, watching as the city raced by. The spires of the station-city rose hundreds of stories into the air, hover-tram systems connecting entire levels of platforms that connected to the taller towers. It made sense that the station would focus on the height of buildings; the width was a rare commodity on space stations due to the cost of adding extra floor-level infrastructure, so extremely tall spires interconnected by platforms and hover-tram systems that stretched for kilometers made sense. Everything was brightly lit: massive glowing LED signs depicting everything from clinics and dispensaries to shops and eateries were plastered across the buildings, along with almost lifelike and three-dimensional digital billboards depicting a wide array of advertisements and entertainment. It was the very definition of an urban jungle, sprawl and all, with tens of millions of individuals living their daily lives unimpeded.
"The station's pretty cool, huh? It's technically one of the larger cities in the galaxy, with a population of around twenty-five million inhabitants of all races."
That number was impressive for a city, but not for a nation. "But how many planets does Skhamar control? Fifty-five million is nothing compared to the five hundred billion sentients in the Federation alone."
Sargen nodded. "Yeah, that's true. Antheia and Calaïs are pretty sparsely populated at the moment, maybe a few million each, and the
planet of Skhamar itself has about ten million. That means this place doesn't really have the manpower to keep up with the Federation or the Dominion in terms of fleet size. We still beat them in engagements though."
Silijima didn't believe that. "But how? The Federation outnumbers you guys a hundred to one!"
Sargen snorted, eyes focused on the road as he pulled into the parking lot of a ginormous building. "If there's one thing that I learned after only two years of living on Skhamar is that the Federation's school of naval doctrine is laughably bad. They solely rely on the force of numbers and firepower to overwhelm their enemies before they can strike back. This would normally work on smaller fleet engagements against lesser foes, but the humans don't play fair. They hide in gas clouds, and in asteroid fields. They launch silent torpedoes, drone strikes, and shells filled with toxic gas before initiating boarding actions to cause widespread panic in enemy fleets. Skhamar's newly minted traditions of piracy have led to a whole new level of Naval military thinking, one where the entire sector is an ever-changing battlefield and anything's fair game."
"But wouldn't they get discovered? How hasn't the Federation just listed down Skhamar's tactics for admirals to memorize and quantify in fleet engagements?"
"You're demanding too much from a Federation full of scared herbivores, and you're forgetting who runs that Federation. The Kolshians and the Farsul vehemently believe that thinking like a predator makes you a predator and that anything that resembles predatory behavior should be scrubbed away. To them, the 'herd' is the entire reason for their existence, and to stray from that is to become food." Sargen shook his head, obviously bemused by their rigid mindset. "In reality, predators have been chipping away at herds for thousands of years. To think that any herd is impervious is just stupid."
Silijima knew the former, and she had suspected the latter for a long time. "But herds need to adapt to survive, right? I bet you that was the reasoning behind the gene-modding and culture erasure at the hands of the Kolshians and the Farsul."
Sargen rolled his eyes like he had heard it all before. "It shocks me that you weren't thrown into an institution, with how perceptive you are. I'm telling you, the Kolshians and the Farsul couldn't care less about the other species in the Federation. All they care about is controlling and leading that herd they've stitched together with lies. To them, adaptability is only good when it benefits their narratives and power structures."
It made a sickening sort of sense, and it was completely believable now that the treachery of the Kolshians and the Farsul had come to light. The Kolshians and the Farsul being afraid of any change that challenged their ideals was a cancer on the Federation, and one that Silijima was sure would eat away at it until it was nothing more than a corpse. "I'm glad I left, you know, not being afraid of being locked up for having predator disease. I just hope that isn't a thing here."
"It isn't, believe me, or I would've been incarcerated a long time ago." Sargen replied, "Now let's go; I think we've wasted enough of Ayaz and Igor's time."
With that, Sargen stepped out of the truck, slamming the door and taking a deep breath of the blatantly recycled air. Silijima followed, leaving the truck and stepping out into a small, empty parking lot, which seemed strange for such a large and important building. The building itself was less of a spire and more short and squat but also very wide, with glass walls similar to those of the urban business centers on Nishtal. There was an entrance of glass doors in the front of the building, along with a massive sigil above them made out of what seemed to be platinum. There was a sword with wings skillfully engraved on it, along with the words
Qui militat præter me, frater meus erit surrounding the edges. Her translator struggled to translate it due to the age of the language and her translator's lack of exposure to the esoteric language, but it came out as something similar to
He who fights beside me shall be my brother. An interesting term, but certainly more unique than the Federation Navy's slogan,
Defend the Herd.
Sargen grabbed her feathered shoulder and steered her away from the truck just as something hovered down and clamped its magnetic claws onto it. A massive, black-colored hover-drone the size of an eighteen-wheeler buzzed as it deftly floated around the two of them, one giant crimson eye with an LED dot acting as an almost animated pupil darting between the two of them. Then it lifted away, making beeping noises as it carried the truck in tow towards a large tower several hundred stories tall in the distance made from a monotonous gray material. "What in sweet Ina's name?" Silijima said under her breath, causing Sargen to chuckle.
"Moth Drones; they’re very useful things. There's not enough space on the station to have traditional parking lots, so Sarn Robotics found a pretty neat solution: massive drones come and pick up vehicles and transport them to large parking towers like the one it's flying to right now. Then, when we come back, I can just call back for my car, maybe wait a minute or so, and have my car returned to me. It's pretty awesome, and something you wouldn't find in a million years in the Federation."
That was true; the citizens would be spooked by so many flying objects. She could just imagine the number of stampedes such a creation would cause.
"Wait, what about the food and ammo?" She asked, curious as to why he'd leave it there."
"Oh, don't worry about that: that tower specifically has an automated storage system. All of our goods will be sent to our ship in the next few hours sorted, packed up, and sealed up in space-grade storage containers"
"Huh, that's pretty incredible," she replied.
"Yeah, it is. Like them or not, these predators seem to think of everything. I guess their minds just work differently; nothing wrong with that."
They walked through the doors as they conversed, and a massive lobby greeted them. Over two dozen secretaries of multiple races greeted countless individuals, many of them armed. Most of them were humans and Arxur, although she spotted a few Harchens and Gojids in the mix. The sound of phones ringing and computer keyboards being typed on resonated through the building with an echo. The entire lobby was beautifully decorated, with corners filled with fine gold-trimmed mahogany furniture and intricately woven carpets covering the marble floor. Sargen guided her up to the lobby and towards a young human woman with blonde hair. He greeted her with a smile, causing her to smile back. The snarl made Silijima's blood rush, but it was far less noticeable now, more like the feeling of adrenaline than pure fear.
"Hey, Csilla, how are you?"
The woman, apparently named Csilla, seemed to brighten up in Sargen's presence. "Oh, you know, just swamped as usual. Igor is waiting for you at dock thirteen, just take the tram down." Then her eyes swiveled in there sockets towards Silijima, causing her to flinch slightly. "And who is this? I didn't know a Krakotl was joining your crew."
"I'm Silijima," Silijima croaked, "I'm the new Engineer."
"Aww, isn't she just precious? It's been a pleasure to see you both, but I have to get back to work; we've got too many customers even with two dozen secretaries."
And with that, they were off. Sargen led her up multiple flights of stairs, passing different office levels before reaching floor seven, which was the connection to the
Dok-stantsiya Vest-Enda. There were at least two dozen fully sized trams on multiple levels, with signs detailing over a hundred docks available to travel to. It was truly ginormous, more insane than any public transit system she had seen all packed into one place, but also a testament to the engineering of the station.
They boarded a packed train filled mainly with humans, although there were Arxur, Gojids and Harchen there sprinkled throughout. They rode for a few minutes, before reaching an open-space area sealed with active magnetic field shielding, keeping gravity and a working atmosphere within its borders while simultaneously allowing ships to pass through. There were hundreds of ships, both big and small, docked within the Corsair Coalition's docks, and some of them were exceptionally huge. They ranged from gigantic, rust-red lengths of bulbous metal covered in cannons to sleek, flat warships packed with rocket pods and covered with graffiti of snarling, gaping maws and bloodied talons. Eventually, they reached a point where their tram stopped, and they descended. Just a few dozen meters away was a younger human, maybe in his late twenties or early thirties, an old human woman who couldn't have been younger than seventy, and an Arxur practically made out of cybernetics, his body glowing with energy. The latter seemed to be organizing and directing a small number of droids, which were loading sealed containers into the fuselage of the large, rust-red battle cruiser with the word
Iconoclast printed in bold letters on the side. The man saw us and approached, a wide smile on his face.
He was huge for a human, about six and a half feet, and had a long, bushy beard with a handlebar mustache, a short military buzz cut with a bit of hair left a little taller near the middle like a short mohawk, and a pair of black camo pants and a white t-shirt that showed the outline of his muscles underneath. He was practically a bear of a human, with arms the size of bridge cables and a neck thicker than your average gas pipe.
Despite all of that, he was obviously friendly, a wide snarl on his face. "Sargen!
Dobriy den, how are you?" Even through the translator, his accent was thick and exotic.
Sargen scratched his head with his claws, obviously a little nervous. "I'm doing great, Igor, listen, this is-"
"Ah, yes, Silijima! Senek called me on his way home to explain their situation. It is a pleasure to meet you, my dear!"
Igor took her wing and shook it vigorously, having to bend down to do so. Having and snarling predator lean down on her in such a way, regardless of their intentions, sent shivers down her spine, but she kept it together. She would
not break down in front of her new boss.
"T-the pleasure is all mine, Sir."
Igor didn't seem to notice how intimidating he was, but luckily a distraction appeared. Tarlim arrived just in time, carrying several crates of birch water and plums on his shoulders like they were nothing. The old woman seemed to spot him, because she hobbled over to help, only for Tarlim to prevent her from doing so. "No,
Babushka, I can handle it."
"Nonsense," she said sternly, her accent even thicker than Igor's, "I can carry some, boy; your Babushka is not helpless."
Tarlim simply ignored her, carrying the crates over to the droids, with both Tarlim and the Arxur snickering at Babushka's pestering.
"Tarlim, what do you bring? Did I order something and forget again?"
Tarlim chuckled merely at that. "No, Babushka, Sujek ordered some Birch Water and Plums for you."
Babushka softened up at that, placing a hand over her heart like the delivery of birch water was an emotional matter. "Oh Tarlim, I thank you." She hobbled over and practically buried herself in his fur, hugging him as hard as an old woman could.
"Thank Sujek, I'm just the delivery boy."
Babushka snorted. "Hah, I know better. You probably dared him to do something for it."
Tarlim blushed at that. "Well maybe, but he demanded the plums as extra, so make sure you give him a big hug and plenty of food as well."
Babushka seemed to brighten up at that. "Come in, Tarlim; we are having a feast, to celebrate a great victory! No meat in the
borscht, just for you!"
"Tarlim seemed very apprehensive towards the idea of eating anything that was even near the meat, but apparently he couldn't resist the old woman. "For you, Babushka, anything for you."
Igor snickered. "They are like a circus, no? Come, we are having a feast, and you shall partake."
Silijima wanted to leave, as the whole situation had escalated very quickly, but Sargen placed a hand on her shoulder. "There is no denying an invitation to a feast; it is a grave insult to do so."
Silijima just sighed and prepared herself for the horrors that awaited her.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
It's finally here; THE NEXT CHAPTER OF INTERLOPER! Somebody pop open a bottle of champaign. I want to thank u/Acceptable_Egg5560 for the support and u/Bushbacon69 for the wonderful fanart. If you want an AI generated picture, just let me know. That's become my new method of conveying what I'm creating to the world since I can't draw for shit. The Next chapters for Chains made from Hope and The Apostate should be out this week, along with a new short called The Life Shaper. submitted by
Frame_Late to
NatureofPredators [link] [comments]
2023.03.31 16:47 lilsmutking [For Sale] Jazz, Classic Rock, Surf, and a bunch of 4 for $20 shipped: Allman Bros, Art Pepper, CCR, Dick Dale, Dire Straits, Donald Byrd, Elton John, Freddie Hubbard, Grateful Dead, Islands, Les Baxter, Lonnie Smith, Nucleus, Ramsey Lewis, The Roots, Ry Cooder, Rusty Bryant, UFO, and several more.
Hi Everyone,
Shipping from California to US only. Grading is record/sleeve. $5 unlimited shipping. $10 minimum to ship. Paypal Goods and Services as per subreddit rules. If interested, please comment and then send a message/chat.
Thanks for looking!
The Allman Brothers Band - At Fillmore East STRONG VG/ STRONG VG SOLD Art Pepper - Early Art VG+/VG+ - $15
Lower VG+ on sleeve. Sleeve has corner cut on spine side and is a little dirt/ringwear on bottom and top which is a bit more visible with it being an off white color jacket. Most of the record plays quite well but there are a couple tics at the beginning of the second track on the fourth side. Happy to send pics.
Almon Memela - Funky Africa NM/NM - $20 Played once, in shrink.
Atmosphere - Seven's Travels NM/NM - $20 Played once.
Blue Mitchell - Last Tango = Blues VG+/VG - $10 Some wear to cover but nothing too crazy. Record sounds really good.
Catch Up - Vol. 1 VG+/NM - $20
Played once, in shrink. Would be near mint but has a big gentle dish warp to it, not going to take your needle on a rollercoaster ride, but when playing the b side the edge of the record will be lifted from the turntable.
Creedence Clearwater Revival - Green River VG+/VG+ (lower VG+ on both record and sleeve.) SOLD Derek and the Dominos - Layla and Other Assorted Love Songs VG+/STRONG VG $15 (Creasing to bottom of cover near spine. Initials in blue marker on bottom right of cover.)
Dick Dale and His Del Tones - Surfer's Choice VG/VG+ SOLD (Sleeve looks great. Record has a lot of lighter scratches on it, and at first appears like it would not play well. However, if you play it in Mono (as you should, since it is a mono record) it plays VG+ with occasional crackle, if you play it in stereo, you are likely going to have a rougher ride.) Dire Straits - Brothers in Arms VG+/VG+ - $15 (I believe most similar to this version. Embossed A in inner pressing ring on both A and B sides let me know if you want/need more information.)
Donald Byrd - Places and Spaces VG+/VG+ - $50 (little ringwear, mark on record DNAP, crackle between a couple songs)
Freddie Hubbard - Sky Dive VG+/VG+ - $10
Grateful Dead - American Beauty VG+/VG+ (lower VG+ on both record and sleeve.) SOLD Grateful Dead - Go To Heaven VG+/VG SOLD Islands - Arm's Way - NM/NM - $90
Jack McDuff - Magnetic Feel VG+/VG+ - $15
Les Baxter and his Orchestra - The Primitive and the Passionate VG+/VG+ - $12
Lonnie Smith - Keep On Lovin' VG+/VG - $15 Sleeve has some significant creasing near top, most prominent on back, happy to send pics.
Me First and the Gimme Gimmes - Take a Break NM/NM - $20 Played once, in shrink.
Nucleus - Alleycat NM/NM - $22 Played once, in shrink
Of Montreal - Skeletal Lamping NM/VG+ - $20
Ramsey Lewis - Mother Nature's Son VG+/VG+ - $35 Really nice copy.
The Roots - The Tipping Point NM/STRONG VG - $45 (crease to top of cover, happy to send pics if interested)
Rusty Bryant - Fire Eater NM/NM - $25
Sam Coffey and the Iron Lungs - Sam Coffey and the Iron Lungs - NM/NM - $10
Sir Edward - The Power of Feeling NM/NM - $25
Various - A Motown Christmas VG+/VG+ - $30
Various - Funky Stuff: The Best of Funk Essentials Volume One VG+/STRONG VG - $12 (creasing on bottom right corner of sleeve)
Vic Feldman - Mallets A Fore Thought VG/G+ - $10
Crackle through swaths of the record. Cover it self looks nice but seam split city and looks like it has old tape that is somewhat failing and has yellowed.
$5 each or 4 for $20 shipped: (Mostly VG+ records with VG+ or VG covers. Some are in worse condition. I will double check condition prior to finalizing any transaction to make sure condition is accurately disclosed prior to purchase and happy to send pictures etc.) Aerosmith - Live! Bootleg
Aretha Franklin – Aretha's Gold SOLD Bob James - Heads
Bread - The Best of Bread
Bread - The Best of Bread Volume Two
Bread - Guitar Man
Charlie Byrd - Brazilian Byrd (mono)
Charlie Byrd - The Great Byrd
Chet Atkins - My Favorite Guitars SOLD Cliff Richard - Best 20 (South Korean record)
Climax Blues Band - Flying the Flag
Colin James Hay - Looking For Jack
Country Winners '73
The Crusaders - Unsung Heroes
Dave Brubeck - Dave Digs Disney Strong VG/ Strong VG (a little crackle, a little dirty) SOLD The Drifters - Under the Boardwalk
Eddie Harris - Exodus to Jazz
Elton John - 17-11-70
Elton John - Blue Moves
Elton John - Rock of the Westies
Enoch Light and the Brass Menagerie - The Brass Menagerie 1973
Foday Musa Suso – Hand Power
Freddie Hubbard - Polar AC (Strong VG/ Strong VG) SOLD Gary Burton and Chick Corea - Crystal Silence
Greg Kihn - Again
Jazz Mission to Moscow
Jean Luc Ponty - Mystical Adventures
jj - JJ N 3 - NM/NM
Jim Croce - You Don't Mess Around with Jim
Judy Collins - Recollections
Kano - New York Cake VG+/VG (promo timing strip on cover)
Kenny G - Duotones
The Kinks - Schoolboys in Disgrace SOLD Larry Carlton - S/T
Larry Coryell - Spaces (heavy ringwear on cover)
Les Baxter His Orchestra And Chorus - Voices In Rhythm
Loverboy - Get Lucky
Mahavishnu Orchestra - Birds of Fire SOLD Mahogany Rush - IV
Manfred Mann's Earth Band - Nightingales & Bombers
Manheim Steamroller - Fresh Aire SOLD Manheim Steamroller - Fresh Aire II SOLD Mark Colby - Serpentine Fire
Martin Denny - Exotica (g+/g+)
Mates of State - All Day VG+/VG+
Michael Stanley Band - Heartland
Mike Rutherford - Smallcreep's Day
Pat Metheny & Lyle Mays - As Falls Wichita, So Falls Wichita Falls
Paul Desmond – Samba De Orfeu SOLD Pete Seeger - We Shall Overcome
Ramsey Lewis Trio - Hang On Ramsey!
REO Speedwagon - hi Infidelity SOLD Rick Springfield - Tao
Rick Springfield - Beautiful Feelings
Rick Wakeman - Journey to the Centre of the Earth
The Rubinoos - Back to the drawing board
The Rubinoos - Party of Two
Ry Cooder - Chicken Skin Music
Ry Cooder - Paradise and Lunch
Seals & Crofts - Sudan Village
Tony Banks - A Curious Feeling
Tropea - Tropea VG+/VG+
The Ventures - Surfing - STRONG VG/VG+ (Mono record. Sounds pretty much VG+ in mono, rougher ride in stereo) SOLD Windham Hill Records Sampler '82
Wings - London Town
UFO - Lights Out SOLD Vangelis - Opera Sauvage
LOOKING TO TRADE FOR AND/OR BUY THESE: Ceasar Frazier – Hail Ceasar!
Charles Kynard - Woga
Dieter Reith - Join Us
Donald Byrd - Kofi
Funk Inc. - Chicken Lickin'
Horace Silver Quintet - Cape Verdean Blues
Ike Quebec - Bossa Nova Soul Samba
Keith Jarrett - The Survivor's Suite
Mars Volta - Frances The Mute
Melvin Sparks - Akilah!
Narassa - Viaggio Pop
O'Donel Levy - Simba
Pucho & His Latin Soul Brothers - Jungle Fire!
Teddy Edwards - Nothin' But The Truth!
Wavves - V
Yusef Lateef - Detroit
Primarily looking for Jazz/Funk type stuff, so if you have something along those lines let me know!
submitted by
lilsmutking to
VinylCollectors [link] [comments]